Fuck his team, fuck your

clique, bitch I'm on one

Fuck your stream, fuck your

clip, you ain't saw one

Got your bitch on my dick, like

she want one.

He was literally crazy and if she ever wanted to feel like she was being fucked by two different guys at the same time without the work, then this was the way to go.

She was being pounded into vigorously from behind. The hard slap against her ass had her cunt twitching around his dick. The man definitely had a cheek preference and was sure that her right ass cheek was going to bruise.

"Filthy."

Slap!

"Fucking."

Slap!

"Slut!"

Slap!

And then he pulled out of her and had her in missionary while he kissed her neck gently. "You're so beautiful." His voice came out soft and sweet.

The same dick that was just pounding into her was just barely touching her entrance. It was like torture. Edging on a whole different level.

"I'm going to treat you right, Beautiful." He speaks just before he grabs his shaft and slowly presses into her already wrecked and sopping pussy.

His thrusts are slow and it was agonizing in the best way.

"More. Please fuck me Twice." She begs in a wanton voice.

His lips continued to kiss passionately at her throat.

"Yes. Just for you." He picked up his speed and thrusts deeper, "You like this Princess?"

He asks and before she can respond he has his hand around her neck and literally takes her breath away.

"Going to fuck this fucking filthy cunt." His voice switches and his gentle and sweet tone is replaced with a raw sadistic one.

…

Dabi was pissed off when we walked into the bedroom of the warehouse. He wasn't sure why he felt so pissed off. It wasn't jealousy he felt or protective. He felt possessive.

Twice may as well have taken his favorite toy from the toy box.

But there was Bunny with her tits bouncing under Twice. Cumming on his cock while his hand took the oxygen out of her lungs while his fingers twisted around her throat. What did he need to do? Burn his handprint into her fucking esophagus to remind people?

He didn't let her ride out her orgasim before he was pulling her naked body off of the mattress. He only waited for Twice to be sure to finish. It's not like it was his friend's fault that Bun was a filthy slut. But she was supposed to only be his filthy slut.

Once a whore always a whore.

Dabi hadn't raised his voice for a verbal argument in a while. There was actual adrenaline racing through his veins as he yelled at the woman and she yelled back. Her meek voice raising an octave and her face turning red. Watching her find the words and phrases to combat his filthy degrading yell fest was alluring.

She was fighting with just as many 'fuck you', 'fuck this', and 'fuck that's that he was. But that adrenaline that was burning through his blood was heating him up. Blue flames threaten to break through the surface. It felt like foreplay yelling at the woman.

Her fucking long white hair reminded him of his fucking mother and for a moment he had to wonder if this was how his father felt when he'd yell at her. The empowerment and the turn on of raising his voice. His body towering over her nude form that looked broken and bruised after her fuck session with Twice.

Dabi makes sure to manipulate and throw in how idiotic she was. Making the 'fuck you's hurt even more by aiding them with her fucking stupid e-girl streaming lifestyle. A wannabe. A fucking fake ass woman who is really just a sad little girl pimping herself out to every villian dick out on the streets she can find.

Oh, but let him not forget to mention how often she comes back for his. Bunny, Really? How high will you jump? Will you still come back for me after this argument?

He had to make sure. He needed the attention. He thrived off of her desperation for his attention.

They were two sides of the same forgotten coin. You know the one? The one that's worth so little that no one even bothers to pick it up off of the street.

Dabi steps in front of the angry spit fire that was trembling in anger in front of him. Her pale skin tinted pink across her bare shoulders, her temperature being raised while yelling.

Her eyes glistened from the tears that she refused to let go of. But he could see the build and any moment now they would overflow.

With his forefinger and thumb he gently grabs her chin. A small physical indicator to force the girl to make sure she was present. To make sure she listened to his words.

To bring her attention to him.

"Now, won't you be a good girl and take your slutty gapping cunt out of here.. Last I checked, this wasn't a whore house."

And as shitty and degrading and sadistic as he made it out, he still saw the plea in her eyes.

Bunny was practically begging for me to move my fingers from her chin and run them through her hair.

She didn't care if I was going to cherish her scalp or if I was going to rip her roots out of her fucking skull. In her pleading tear filled eyes, all she craved was the action of his touch.

But Dabi wasn't in a generous mood and she sure as damn well didn't fucking deserve it.

So, instead, he lets go of her chin and turns his back to her. Doing his damndest to make sure that he wasn't releasing any heat.

He wan't it to feel cold and empty.

Reminders that though he can fill her up and proved her with heat…

He could also take it away.

…

Of course he had to test it.

Her need to return. How much could he piss her off and her still want him.

How broken does something have to be to not crave to work anymore. A broken clock stuck on three still had worth at least twice a day.

Biding its time.

Waiting.

But a clock with no numbers ticked on. An annoyance. Trash. A clock worth nothing. Broken and of no fucking value.

Dabi's eyes screwed shut with images of the tears rolling down pale cheeks.

Pathetic. Pleading.

Her white hair framing her face and reminding him how much women are shitty creatures.

His mother surely didn't do him any favors.. and neither did his sister.

At least Bun's pleading eye and begging cunt did something for him.

Those thoughts are what he held on to as he slammed his pelvis into the woman in front of him. The slut didn't take much convincing. And as long as he focused on the snow white strands enough, he'd made his way through it.

Her heavy breathing was far from sexy or appealing. He kept his hand on her lower back to keep her in position.

Not to show dominance but simply because he didn't want to see her fucking face.

Dabi's heavy ajar lips twisted at the sound of the door opening.

The curtains were opening and he kept his position. Condom covered cock sheathed by the twitching cunt.

There was a pregnant silence in the room as Bunny took in the sight.

And the show.

God.

The rapid fire of emotions that flickered across her face. A rainbow of them that lit up his blue flamed heart.

Dabi's eyes lingered on hers. Waiting patiently and anticipating her next move and a game of chess.

And finally. With a single tear filled with needy desperation, she did a soft jump in place.

Her tits bounced and her long strands of hair lifting just a smidge.

Her silent words were heard.

How high, Daddy?