Ayumu caught herself on her forearms as she was bounced on the bed. Both men were predatory as they watched her scramble backward. "I—"
"You're not talking yourself out of this, dollface, so might as well enjoy the ride." Dabi had already cast aside his jacket, and he tugged his shirt off as he slid one knee onto the bed. "Why don't you get comfortable? Unless you want us to help?" A blue flame hovered over his palm.
"You can't—"
"I'm not touching you, am I?" He grinned over at Shigaraki. "We could tie her up. I'd be able to burn her pretty skin without her able to stop me then. Helpless little mouse for us to play with."
Shigaraki gulped, scratching at his neck.
"C'mon, boss. You can even go first. I'm good with sloppy seconds." He lunged at the last word, wrestling her flat on the bed. "You can have her any way you want."
Ayumu was furious; it burned from her hot core, flooding her veins in response to the utter humiliation of what he was doing, and burst out as a glob of spit to land on Dabi's face.
"Oh, you are going to regret that, doll." He wiped his face, the smile stretched across it macabre, leaned down, licked a stripe up her cheek. "You wanna be a bad girl, we'll treat you like one." Dabi flipped her onto her stomach, one hand between her shoulder blades and the other delivering a slap to the back of one thigh. He then dug between the mattress and the headboard, a muffled clinking sending a jolt down her spine.
"No!"
Ayumu was already in a weak position, but he had a wiry strength that she'd have been unable to counter anyway. Her wrists were easily wrestled into the leather cuffs secured to the bed.
"I can bind your feet, too, unless you wanna behave." He was sitting on her ass, hands free to play. Her only response was a growl. "That's right, baby. You just be good for us." He made the mistake of brushing her hair from her cheek and she snapped her teeth in an attempt to bite him. Dabi laughed. "So feisty. Well, boss? You comin'?"
Shigaraki had watched with a gaping, salivating mouth as the woman was manhandled into the vulnerable position. Scarlet eyes roved her fuming form, dwarfed in his clothing. He approached so slowly Ayumu almost didn't see, and laid his fingertips one by one against the short sleeve of the tee she wore. It unravelled and fell to dust around her, leaving his fingertips free to brush down the softness of her skin.
Dabi's eyes glowed nearly neon in the shadows of his room, tracing the way the other man stroked at the skin before him, dipping down to the curve of breast squished from the side of her body, to the curve of her waist, one finger running along the band of the boxers. Dabi pulled back off her hips and swiped the boxers down her legs in one fell swoop, forcing guttural protest from her lips.
Shigaraki's hands were on her ass before anyone could take a breath. He kneaded bruises into the silken flesh, digging to the muscle, running to the bones of her hips, sinking into her until he had memorized her shape. And just when Ayumu thought perhaps he'd spend himself this way, she felt the wet press of a mouth, teeth widening against her to suck in her flesh, tongue swirling to taste the sweat from her skin. And he moaned, a wet pop echoing in her ears when he settled back.
Hot hands encircled her ankles and spread her wide. "I bet she's practically throbbing. Why don't you check?" Dabi, the illustrator of her doom.
"Tomura—"
The hands disappeared, replaced by a white-hot streak running an inch up her calf. She kicked out, but was caught again. "Tsk, tsk, doll. We talked about this. Don't go trying to manipulate the boss now."
"Fuck you, Dabi!"
"I'm next, try and keep up," he quipped.
Ayumu was ready to spit more venom, but two thumbs spread her lower lips apart and she choked. One dipped to play in the slick that had started sticking her thighs together before they were forced apart.
"She really is wet." Shigaraki's raspy voice was thick with awe. He lowered himself eye level with her slit, his breath streamy against her, and licked from click to tailbone, sending electric shocks to her toes.
"She should be all warmed up for you, boss."
Shigaraki raised back up, hands stroking over her body again, pushing her hair away from her face. She could feel his blood scarlet eyes burning into her, then he was a flash of movement as he peeled off his shirt. He straddled her thighs, playing at her apex, and then she heard more shuffling. Dabi's low whistle was her only warning.
"Motherfuck—" Her back arched at the painful stretch. And if his head was blunt and wide, it seemed he was one of those men whose shafts further thickened. When he backed away, she thought that would be the worst of it. Apparently he was just building up to shove the rest of his monstrously large cock inside of her. It took several strokes to bottom out, her cervix shooting pain to her stomach with each one.
Shigaraki held her hips, thumbs stroking as though to comfort her. Another set of hands tangled in her hair and stroked above her asshole. Dabi's voice was rough and closer than she'd remembered. "That's so fucking hot." The hand at her ass lowered to further part her stretched lips, framing her sex as Shigaraki continued his uncertain thrusts. "That big dick tearing up your pussy, baby girl?" She bit the inside of her cheek. "C'mon, tell daddy how it feels." He gave her cheek a warning slap. "Speak."
"I'm not a fucking dog," she spat.
Ayumu could hear the grin as Dabi replied, "You are if we want you to be. Now, tell me how it feels."
"Hurts," she grunted as Shigaraki became more confident, slamming into her harder, though still at a slow and steady pace.
"Yeah? Your drooling little cunt says you like it. How's it feel, boss?"
The man pumping into her groaned. "Like she's sucking me in."
Dabi's fingers continued teasing near her opening for a few seconds, then he was wrenching her head at an odd angle and presenting her with his cock. He tapped his leaking head against her cheek. "Say, 'ah.'" She pursed her lips; the hand sticky with her juices squished her cheeks until her mouth popped open and he shoved himself in. His piercings played a rhythm against her lips as they slid in. "You take it so well, doll. Such a sweet mouth, tight throat."
Drool started pooling in her mouth as he beat against her soft palate until her gag reflex relaxed. "Good fuckin' girl."
Her hips were raised in rough hands and the body behind hers started making slapping noises as it collided with her own. Ayumu had opened up enough that Shigaraki's big dick no longer hurt in that bad way; instead it was winding her insides up, the girth of him filling her and strumming along every sweet spot in her core. It had her making half-moaned gulping noises around Dabi's cock.
She was going to tear apart like this, each gag tightening her stomach and clenching her around the hard length inside of her. Which made it feel even better for both, had her moaning around the one in her mouth again, pleasuring Dabi further and he would fuck her face more voraciously. It was a vicious cycle that flashed the world into photonegative. The saliva in her mouth finally spilled over, her eyes scrunched closed, desperation pulling in both men before the waves overcame her.
Dabi fisted her hair, pulled her gasping mouth until it sealed against his pubis, coming down her throat.
When her eyes batted open she was greeted with the sight of Shigaraki's hair wrapped around Dabi's knuckles, their mouths battling for dominance over her. Shigaraki pulled away to moan out his climax, throbbing counterpart to her aftershocks as he emptied in her.
Ayumu collapsed flat on the bed as hands left her, licking at the semen-streaked drool dripping from her mouth. Dabi laid back against his headboard and Shigaraki was half draped over her. Staples flashed as a hand tipped her cheek up. "Need water, baby?" His thumb wiped at the corner of her mouth; she nodded. "There's water on the little table." Dabi nodded toward the foot of the bed and Tomura shifted. Soon a half-drunk bottle appeared in her vision. Dabi opened it and tipped it so it dribbled into her mouth. "Good girl. If I uncuff you, are you gonna try and kill us?" She shook her head. He stretched an arm down and worked to free her hands.
They flew to her chest so she could rub at them. Shigaraki rolled off her and leaned against the wall.
Ayumu sat up and curled her knees against her chest. "So what now?"
Dabi pulled a joint out from seemingly nowhere and lit it up, taking a deep inhale before passing it to Shigaraki. ""Now I'm gonna fuck that sloppy pussy and make you cum again."
She rolled her eyes. "What, between that and yesterday you still need more?"
"Need? Nah. Want? Hell yeah." He took another hit and offered the joint to Ayumu.
Fuck it. She accepted, drawing deep, letting the smoke curl out of pursed lips after a moment locked in her chest.
Dabi handed the weed off to Shigaraki and tugged her onto his lap, fisting his semi to play against her clit. "I don't think I could ever have enough of you, doll. The way you react…" He twisted one of her nipples and her back arched. "You're the perfect little painslut. And such a good little girl when you let go."
"I'm older than you," she reminded him with an eye roll.
He rubbed against her, cock pulsing. "That doesn't matter. Oh yeah, you just fucked an older woman, Shigaraki. Good for you, man."
"You're really gonna fuck her?" The younger man was staring at Ayumu's wet core on Dabi's lap.
"Yep."
"Right after I did?" he pressed.
"Sure am."
His red eyes were locked on the sight as Dabi indicated for her to lift. "Even though I just came in her."
Dabi's head rolled back as she lowered onto him, pink tinged mixed fluids squelching as his dick entered her. "Tell me that's not a gorgeous sight." His hands clutched her hips, pumping her body up and down his shaft like a sex toy. Between the pot and the stimulation, pleasure was already befuddling Ayumu. Dabi turned her head and Shigaraki was kissing her like his life depended on it again. When he caught the taste on her tongue he moaned. A grip on her wrist brought her hand to his wide dick, his grasp showing her just how to pump it.
"Feel good, baby girl?"
Her lips parted wetly from Tomura's, eyes heavily lidded. "Yes, daddy."
She was shoved backwards, legs over Dabi's shoulders before she could blink. "Gonna fuckin' breed this pussy. You like that? Want me to breed you?"
Ayumu tightened around him, murmuring, "uhuh," breathily.
"Nu-uh, princess, say it for me. Tell me what you want." His fingers dipped into her mouth as she moaned.
"Breed me, daddy." A hand was stroking her clit, a mouth sucking and biting her breasts, fingers pressing threateningly on her throat, dick being pumped inside of her and in one of her small hands. "Please."
"Dirty little slut. You gonna be a good girl for me from now on?" She nodded. "Gonna let Tomura breed your pussy whenever he wants?"
"Yes, daddy." He was hitting that spot so perfectly.
"Let him use your holes whenever he wants?"
"Uhuh."
She was bent in half as he kissed her, and the angle made her sob. When he pulled away, he ordered, "Tell him."
It shouldn't make her pulse around him, but she did. Her eyes rolled over to the man using her hand. "You can use me— whenever— you want, Tomura."
The space between his brows furrowed as his hand tightened over hers.
"Gonna show him what a good little slut daddy has?" Dabi's lewd whispers tickled at her ear.
"Yesss," she hissed. "Please, daddy."
"'Please, daddy' what?"
"Lemme cum." Her pussy clenched, her body tightening as she strove for orgasm. "Please lemme cum, daddy. Lemme cum on your cock."
Shigaraki's cock pulsed in her hand, seed spilling over their hands as he murmured, "fuck, fuck, fuck."
Dabi began mindlessly driving into her, pushing her over the brink and following after. She cried, actual tears pressed between her lids as she arched into the orgasm. She was pulled on top of the man as his cock slipped out, fluids dribbling behind. He took Ayumu's hand, running a finger over her knuckles. When he came across Shigaraki's cum, he lifted her hand to his mouth and lapped it clean like some perverse cat with cream.
Tomura laid beside them, wrapping an arm around her. "Is it always like that?"
That was the closest thing to a confession of virginity he'd ever give.
Dabi was combing through her hair now. "Depends on the partners. Some are worse than your own hand, some are mediocre, some are so fun you wanna keep sticking it in."
"Is it normal to do it like— like this?"
"A threesome or rough?" Ayumu piped in. "Both are normal for some people, not for others. I don't usually do gentle sex."
Shigaraki hummed as he considered that. "But the…" He was thinking too much. "The two guys thing—"
"It's just sex, boss." The burnt man rolled his eyes. "Most people aren't one hundred percent straight. Dollface here is very bisexual, and I'll fuck anyone with a nice hole to offer. Women usually have more to offer, and I like their curves."
"Okay."
If they discussed it more after that Ayumu had no idea. She was exhausted.