Dabi kissed her again, pressing her against the wall of the elevator as her stomach dropped. It was a dizzying sensation to kiss while the metal car began to move.
"Dabi—" she attempted when their mouths parted for air. Then his lips were on hers, tongue sweeping against her own. She turned her head and tried again, "Seriously, must you—"
He ground his clothed erection against her. "Just can't get enough of you. Don't wanna hand you over." The doors opened as he began to nibble at her throat. "I have half a mind to just fuck your here—"
"My apartment might be more comfortable," came Shigaraki's dry rasp.
Dabi glanced over his shoulder. "That an invitation?"
"Sure."
The cremation villain shrugged, circling one of Ayumu's wrists. "Why not. Come on then, baby." He rubbed his thumb on her pulse point and she could practically feel the excitement coming off of him as he pushed her through the door. "Strip."
Shigaraki finished closing the door and leaned against it, watching with keen eyes as she glanced between the two of them. He wouldn't help her; for the leader of the League, Tomura seemed more than content to let Dabi take charge in situations like this.
"Am I gonna have to beat your ass? Strip," Dabi repeated. He took a step forward, all violent energy now. "Maybe that's what you need, huh? A good beating. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
A frisson of fear-charged lust lanced through her stomach. She didn't have time for indecision. "Maybe we should—"
He was on her in a hot second, fist twisting her doubled over using her hair as a handle. "You just don't wanna listen, fuckin' brat. C'mere and get rid of these." The last was said to the other man as he plucked at her tank top.
Trembling fingertips skimmed down her body, unraveling her clothing as settling it as dust at her feet before he settled his palms on her hips and gave a squeeze.
"I liked those." she grumbled.
"Then you should've been a good girl and done what daddy told you." Those glowing aqua eyes darted to Shigaraki. "You should say thank you to Shigaraki for keeping me from fucking you in the elevator."
Ayumu rolled her eyes, but began, "Tha— oof!" She cringed as her knees hit the hard, cold floor.
"Not that way." He combed his fingers through her hair. "I'm sure he'd much rather you say thank you by choking on that fat cock."
The speed at which Tomura removed his semi-hardon spoke his agreement for him. "Open wide."
He hissed when her lips sealed around him, tongue darting out to run around the head. Even not at his full length and thickness, he took up a good portion of her mouth and nudged against her throat as she lowered herself onto it. Her eyes fluttered shut as her airway blocked with the obstacle created by his blood flow, and he snatched the nape of her neck.
"Good girl, so good. Such a good cocksucker." His hips pushed against her, trying to force more of his length into her throat, but he was too wide.
Dabi pulled her head back and shoved it forward so that she gagged suddenly, eyes watering and snot and drool trickling down her chin. "What's wrong, baby girl? Is that dick too big for you?" He laughed at her attempts to get air as he fucked her mouth on Shigaraki. "Too fuckin' bad. I wanna see some effort."
She whined in the moments between her throat being plugged, blinking away tears as she tried to open her jaw wider to no avail.
"Is she doing a good job, Tomura?"
"She's—" he panted between words. "She's trying. Fuck, her mouth is so hot."
"Hm." Dabi glanced around the small living area, then tugged Ayumu away, spittle smearing across her cheek. "Let's try this."
She wound up laying back over an arm of the couch, her throat elongated and opened up, her nude body sprawled across the cushions. Dabi hurried to the kitchen and back again, a metal spatula in hand.
"Should be easier to fuck her throat like this," he said, nodding for Shigaraki to get in place. "I'll set to punishing her for her little transgression." The grin stretching at his staples sent electricity through her veins.
He waited until the other man had slid himself back into her mouth, which somehow more easily accommodated him, then Ayumu choked as pain so white-hot it made her break into a prickling sweat that sounded a 'crack' against one thigh.
Shigaraki threw back his head and groaned. "Fuuuuck. Do that again."
The second impact felt no better than the first, her whole body seizing up, her breaths desperate when Tomura pulled back enough for her to breathe. "Aww, what's wrong, baby? You don't like this game?" Dabi laughed and shifted positions, tugging her legs apart to dip one hand between them. "You're so fucking wet, doll. My sweet little masochist." His hand pulled away and another blow rained down on her, and then two fingers pushed into her, hooking up and pumping violently. The next few hits, while painful, were nothing like the first. He'd been using his Quirk to heat the metal, the fucking sadistic fucker.
Shigaraki sped up, balls slapping against her forehead as he huffed down at her. "'course she's wet, little slut. This is what she's meant for, probably been dying to be between us again, used like a little fuck doll."
Something new pressed into her pussy, the handle of the spatula. "Such a whore. All you had to do was ask, baby." Both hands smacked against her breasts, then Dabi was twisting and tugging at her nipples. He removed the metal utensil and lapped up her juices. "You know how I love watching you get used."
Once he had slurped clean the spatula it was discarded for his hot mouth to close around one of her nipples instead. He rocked his jeans against her core, laughing at the spill of her fluids against him, then undid them and shoved them down.
The head of his dick swirled around her entrance teasingly and she clenched. "Oh, she wants this. Missed daddy's cock already?" Dabi chucked and slid inside of her so slowly she could count the piercings. "Should find you another cock, make you air tight."
Her eyes would have rolled back if they weren't tightly closed.
"She liked that idea." The two men chuckled and she was starting to get too fogged up to recognize which had spoken, her eyes closed like they were and her senses bombarded by them.
A hand wrapped around her throat so tightly it massage Tomura's cock as it fucked her. Stars burst behind her eyes, white in the black fuzz of her mind, electricity danced along her skin popping like bubbles as she came, arching against Dabi's hot body over her own.
He began to spit curses as she tightened, groaning as she milked him to completion. Tomura watched with hungry, bloody red eyes, pulling back enough to spray his own cum over her face, only half of it coating her mouth.
When the three of them were panting messes, he pulled away completely, leaned against the back of the couch, wiped spittle and cum across her cheek affectionately. "She's so pretty like this."
Dabi planted kisses on her chest, stroked her soft skin beneath warm fingers as he went limp inside of her. "Isn't she? That's why I can't get enough of fucking her stupid. Pretty slut." His phone vibrated and he swooped it up from the floor, rolling his eyes. "I gotta go."
When he was dressed again, he bent to kiss her temple. "Be a good girl," then straightened up to face Shigaraki. "Remember what we talked about."
The younger man huffed. "Yeah, yeah."
With one last look back, Dabi left to meet with his hero traitor.