"Everything looks good here, Miss Sato." The creepy little doctor flipped through papers on a clipboard. "Your periods have been regular since the last time I saw you?"
"Yep," she snapped, popping her lips at the end. "Still not gonna give me the shot instead of these pills?"
He narrowed his beady eyes at her thoughtfully. "Seeing everything now, I don't think a shot is out of the question. Wait right here while I fetch it."
She nodded, not that he saw it, then peeked around at the laboratory that served as his office.
There were rows of tanks wherein floated those creatures, those horrible frankensteinian beasts that she had gathered were the doctor's creations. She saw bits and pieces of different beings in them and wondered how they were created.
Butchered bodies sorted by part flashed behind her eyelids and Ayumu mentally reared back from it.
"Here we are, Miss!" The doc appeared with a needle in hand. "Roll up your sleeve, there's a good girl—" Fuck you , she thought violently. Cold, wet paper smeared over her skin, then he plunged the needle in, liquid flooding through it and into her. A band aid went over the needle mark; did they match anyone's skin tone? The orange-y tan material must have been a very specific person's skin tone. It was nice but stood out against her own flesh until she let her sleeve— Tomura's sleeve— flutter down.
The young leader of the League had been out of her sight for hours, leaving her to the doc's care, finally stumbling in bare chested and more sallow than usual.
"Ah, Shigaraki. Please tell Dabi that the numbers of the sample were looking good, and he should be able to proceed with success. However, there is also a chance of—"
What exactly was Shigaraki doing to himself that wore him down so much? There hadn't been many missions since the last encounter with the yakuza. As far as she could tell, the League was lying low. Did he have some sort of illness that required constant treatment?
"Let's go." He took her hand and led her down and away from the insidious laboratory.
"Is everything alright?" Her voice was hesitant.
"Uh, yeah," Tomura muttered. "Why wouldn't it be?"
She peered at his face, studying the deep bruises under tired red eyes. "Just wanted to make sure you're doing okay."
He huffed. "Better than ever. Stronger than ever."
"There's my girl." Smoke and the brand of fabric softener she preferred surrounded in their familiar mix as Dabi enveloped her, lips hungrily feasting on her own.
When she managed to gain her breath again, Ayumu chided, "It was one day."
"And one looong night." His hips rolled lewdly against her own. "Let's get home, eh?"
Shigaraki came out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel in his damp, lank hair. "Oi, I have some shit to tell you."
"One sec, doll face." He kissed one of the bite marks on her throat and allowed Tomura to draw him aside, the two of them muttering. There was some low back and forth, then Dabi grinned so that the staples in his cheeks strained. He nodded and slapped the pale man's back, then turned back to her.
"I am gonna ruin you tonight, baby girl." His hands played over her throughout their walk down to their— his — apartment. When he went to pull her toward the bedroom, his pocket vibrated. "Damned bird."
"Is he still annoying you?" Ayumu took the chance to grab something to drink from the fridge. She needed to replenish from last night and this morning. Tomura's sex drive was ridiculous, and his stamina impressive considering his experience. Then again, for all she knew he was sleeping with half the League now that he wasn't a virgin. She frowned at the thought, then hid a giggle. He was still so awkward beforehand, like he didn't know how to interact with a woman. But sex lowered his walls, allowed him to let loose.
"What the fuck, man?" Dabi spat into the phone now held to his ear. "No. My girl just got home, soo—"
Ayumu could just make out the muffled mumbling of indecipherable words on the other end of his phone, and the cadence was in line with what she remembered of the hero.
"Fuck it. Fine. Gimme an address." Cerulean eyes burned into her, watching as Ayumu sipped juice from a glass. She leaned back against the counter and raised a brow at his mischievous glint. He slowly licked his lips as he listened. "Uh-huh. You better have good shit to drink." Dabi lowered the phone. "Go change out of crusty's shit, doll. We have places to be."
Her other brow rose to join the first, but she set the glass aside and sauntered to the room. She was still sore from Tomura's overeagerness, and Dabi looked like he wanted to eat her alive. Whatever he was thinking was going to put her poor body through hell. That meant whatever she wore would disappear at some point.
Where did that leave her?
Pale blue cloth met her fingers as they shuffled through the closet. It was a flowy, silken, spaghetti strap dress that fell above her knees. Blue panties, no bra, though anyone who looked at her chest long enough would make out her nipple piercings. Dabi would get a kick out of it.
She leaned over the bathroom sink and carefully applied lipstick.
"You look hot as fuck. Ready?"
Ayumu nodded and swept the makeup back into the little bag. "Lead the way."
They wound up in an alley some ways from the building, Ayumu glancing around and waiting for… whatever it was Dabi expected.
"Hey there, beautiful. Still hanging around patches here?" The cheeky voice rang out overhead and their heads snapped back. The winged hero was hovering above them, and slowly lighted beside her. "How about you ditch him and come home with me?" He reached as though to wrap an arm around her, but Ayumu stepped back, Dabi embracing her from behind.
"Didn't I tell you not to touch my girl?" the villain chided.
"How am I gonna get you guys up to my place if I can't touch her?"
Ayumu rolled her head back to look at Dabi's face; his lips were straight, eyes flat. "What?"
"I gotta fly you up." Hawks crossed his arms and nodded toward the skyscraper beside them. "And to do that, I gotta touch you."
"Can you even carry the both of us at once?" she said to which Hawks laughed.
"Babe, I could lift you without even using a finger."
Dabi tapped consideringly against her waist, then snorted. "This might be fun to watch. Okay, go ahead. Fly us up."
She tried to pull away from Dabi, but he held her firm. "Dabi, I don't want—"
"What, doll? Don't wanna see the hero fail to fly?"
"No, I—"
"Why would I not be able to fly?" Hawks frowned behind his yellow visor.
"Her Quirk nullifies others'," Dabi answered for her. But she shoved at him, rolling her eyes.
"His wings won't stop working," she groused at him. "Just the other parts of his Quirk."
A hand covered her shoulder and her attention snapped back to Hawks, a glare searing into him ineffectively. The younger guy tipped his head, blinking those avian gold eyes at her, a frown slowly deepening between his brows. Then he grinned. "That's amazing. Did you ever think of going pro?"
"No." Ayumu said flatly.
"Awe, don't be like that, doll. You know, I really like this color on you. Makes your hair stand out." Dabi nosed at her throat. "He's already touched you, so just relax."
She released a slow, controlled breath. He was right, but he was also an asshole; Ayumu was sure he'd seen the hero reaching for her, and he just let him.
Before she could respond, arms were wrapped around her and Dabi both, and they lifted from the ground.
"Fuck!" she fisted Hawks' jacket and the pro laughed.
"First time flying, pretty girl?" He was grinning, though her face was hidden to avoid the sting of the wind. The journey was blessedly short, their feet alighting on top of a building dizzyingly high.
Ayumu's hands were shaking as she jerked them away. "Couldn't we have taken an elevator?"
"And have someone recognize a villain and a missing woman walking through the lobby? Yeah, sure." Hawks steered her with a wing around her shoulder, Dabi chuckling at her tightened jaw.
Hawks' place was nice, of course. The view was undeniably awesome from his penthouse flat. Windows took up any wall facing outward, though there were thick drapes to cover them whenever he wanted. He had a bar, and Dabi shot straight toward it, pulling out glasses and bottles.
"Now this is more like it," the hot head said, pouring from one bottle, then another, heading toward the fridge for ice.
Ayumu sank into the leather couch, rolling her head back on the soft back cushion.
"So, he kidnapped you, right?"
The ceiling was vaulted and painted a pale cream. She stared at it as she tried to come up with a response. "Um." Ayumu's gaze flitted to Dabi, who was still sorting through the contents of Hawks' bar. "Yes."
He leaned his chin on his palm, studying her face from eyes bereft his visor. He'd stripped both that and the leather jacket from himself. She glanced over to see black gloves sticking out of the pockets.
"Why weren't you wearing the gloves earlier?" she sneered. Those would have been useful.
Hawks shrugged. "Do you have Stockholm Syndrome?"
Laughter burst from her lips, raucous enough Dabi shot her a curious glance. She tried to gather herself, but it was too much. A long minute wherein the men watched her passed, then she sat back, wiping tears from her eyes. "Sorry, I just—" Ayumu shook her head, then ran a hand through the windswept locks. "Stockholm Syndrome was made up by some sexist assholes to dismiss the legitimate concerns a woman had about police actions during a hostage situation."
Dabi had sat beside her at some point, a glass of mixed booze on the coffee table for her and his own being nursed in his hands. "Wait, what?"
"Hawks asked if I had Stockholm Syndrome." Ayumu laid her head against his shoulder. "It's bullshit. There's learned helplessness and battered women's syndrome, but Stockholm Syndrome is bull."
"Then what's with the two of you?" the hero asked from his leather chair, watching the way the villain pulled her into him.
"My doll's a masochist, and she likes the things I do to her." He ran one scarred hand up a soft thigh. "Being kidnapped doesn't change that."
"And you don't try to leave?" Hawks studied her as she let the villain touch her.
"He makes sure I can't. So, I deal with it as I'm able." She grabbed the hand riding her skirt up, pushing it down. "At least I have something to do now whenever he's gone."
Dabi pressed her glass into her hands. "Drink up, doll. Hey, didn't you say you have that new first-person shooter?"
"Oh yeah." Hawks set about turning on his gaming system, grabbing controllers for the three of them.
It had been a while since she played one of these, much preferring RPGs or strategy games herself. The two guys obliterated her the first few rounds, but she started being able to make kills other than herself at around the fourth. The men were highly competitive, growling whenever the other got them or proclaiming victory when their kill count was higher.
It started getting more amusing watching them than playing herself, so eventually Ayumu curled up on the couch with her drink— her third— and let them keep egging one another on.
"Fuck yeah." Dabi pulled her in for a kiss at the end of a successful round. He was tipsy, but far less than herself. He nibbled her lip and smiled against her. "How about you put that pretty mouth to work, babygirl?"
She rolled her eyes. She had known he'd get to this eventually, the damn pervert. He coiled a hand in her hair and jerked her to her knees in front of him, rubbing her head against his groin.
Ayumu tugged herself away enough to say, "Hawks is—"
"Don't worry about him. Just get to work on daddy's cock."
"Daddy, huh?" the hero mocked as Dabi unleashed his pierced dick, smacking the semi-hardon against her cheek.
"Damn straight." Dabi grinned down at her, enjoying how she looked as he smeared her lipstick with his head. Hawks was wide-eyed as he counted the rungs of the ladder; he'd never seen metal through a dick before, nor genital piercings in general. "I'm everything my baby needs." He tapped the head against her lips and Ayumu opened wide, glaring up at him as she tongued the slit already leaking precum. "Mmm. Good girl."
There had always been something about this act that she loved. Whether it was the silken texture of the skin over the hard length, the taste of a (clean) dick in her mouth, or the pride of pleasuring her partner, she enjoyed few vanilla sexual acts as much as giving a blow job. The day they'd had consensual sex in the motel, she had eagerly knelt at Dabi's feet and taken him into mouth and throat alike, marveling in the added novelty of his piercings.
Even now, his prisoner or captive or whatever, it felt good . It might have had something to do with the alcoholic buzz that shrouded her thoughts so she could focus on sensation rather than brooding. She moaned as she eased her mouth over him, softening her palate so he could slide down her throat one bump at a time.
"Riiiight there, doll." Dabi lowered himself onto the chair again, controller in one hand and the other cupping the back of her head. "Take your time. We're gonna play another round."
Ayumu hummed her ascent, massaging his length with throat and tongue in a leisurely motion. He scratched her scalp, then the hand disappeared to hold the controller.
She could feel Hawks' amber eyes darting toward her as they played, watching as she eased Dabi out of her mouth, sucked on the head sloppily, then engulfed him again inch by inch. She nuzzled her nose against the pale hair at his base, grinning inside as Dabi groaned.
"Fuck, baby girl, you're gonna distract me."
"She's definitely distracting me."
Warmth flared down to her toes and she pumped her mouth over Dabi to both the men's detriment. Drool coated his length.
"Okay, game over." Pain spiked down to her core as a fist tugged her back. Saliva bridged between her and the proud dick until she licked her lips, eyes rolling up to smile at her captor. "You horny little slut. You want daddy to fuck you, huh?" She nodded, then moaned as warmth bloomed from his slap to her cheek. "Speak."
"Yes, daddy." He raised a brow expectantly. "Please fuck me,"
Hawks swore under his breath as the villain tugged her dress over her head and tore away her panties. She was turned facing out, pulled on Dabi's lap, and down onto his cock in one fell swoop.
She almost came from that alone.
He had one hand around her throat and the other snaking down her soft body to play with her clit. "You're so pretty, babygirl. Such a good girl, too. Look how wet you got from sucking daddy's cock." His fingers dipped down, swirling up a stream of her juices before sucking them clean himself. "Taste so good, too."
Ayumu writhed over him, reveling in the bumps and ridges rubbing at her sweet spots.
"Look at that pathetic fucking hero over there, babygirl. He's so hard from watching you. I bet he wishes he could taste this pretty cunt."
A hot hand cradled her jaw, turning her to face the winged man. Crimson wings were pulled in, but they twitched as his eyes burned into her. His cheeks nearly matched them, his hands clenching in the same rhythm, and her own eyes danced down to the tent in his pants.
"Should I be nice, baby?" The sinful voice susurrated against ear, creating a string that tightened her nipples.
Rolling her head back on his shoulder, she planted sweet, desperate kisses along his throat and the line of his scarred jaw. "Please be nice, daddy."
"How could I ever deny my good girl. Hero, get the fuck over here and feel how wet my pretty slut is."
No one had ever moved so fast in history, she thought, as a blur of gold and red flashed to her. Next she knew he knelt between her and Dabi's spread legs. His golden eyes were dark and hooded as he stared up at her, hands stroking along soft thighs, then he buried his head against her pussy, tongue lapping from balls to clit so that she tightened around Dabi as his cock twitched inside her.
A scarred arm darted out to clutch at golden hair, holding his head where the pair joined. "If I'd known you swung both ways, I'd have had you on your knees a long time ago. Good fucking boy." Hawks moaned; Dabi led one of her hands to the soft golden locks as well, and she scratched at the hero's scalp as he continued lapping and sucking at her.
When Hawks sucked her clit, teeth scraping against her hood and tongue licking the nerve, her own grip on his blond locks tightened. Heated hands twisted her nipples and Dabi forcefully lifted her to drag her back onto his length.
"Ah, fuck. Maybe I should fuck this tight ass instead, let Hawks get his dick wet."
Ayumu shook her head so her hair whipped across her face. "Already torn. Tomura."
"Aww, did horse-cock fuck your ass already?" the villain chuckled. "Poor baby. Guess there's only one thing to do." Fingers trailed down her stomach to dip below Hawk's chin, circling her hole. She jerked in his grip when Dabi slid his forefinger into her alongside his dick. Only his other hand in conjunction with Hawks' gripping her hips kept her in place.
"Too much," she whined, but she was already rocking against him.
"You can take it. What do you say, Hawks ? Wanna fuck her tight little pussy with me?"
Hawks pulled back, lips swollen and cherry red, face wet with her juices. "You'll like it, pretty girl." He trailed down to help Dabi stretch her further. When he'd managed a finger of his own, he started rubbing frantically at her clit. It was too much, and soon she was crying out as more wetness coated her thighs.
The blond dove forward to drink it up again, then eased his finger out, standing and finally releasing the constriction of his erection. He was thicker than Dabi, but would not normally be intimidating in size, his dick proportioned nicely with a curve she would appreciate. When he rubbed it over her already occupied pussy, she wanted to sob.
"Ready?" Dabi panted in her ear. She shook her head, and he chuckled against her throat, nodding at the other man. Hawks started to push in.
It was slow, Hawks' entrance to her vagina. He rubbed gently at her clit with one hand and attempted to sooth her with the other massaging at her waist. When he was more than halfway in, he leaned forward to kiss her.
His lips were softer than she was used to, his tongue tentative as he asked permission at the seam of her mouth. She opened them and he pushed that last bit inside her as his tongue did the same. All three of them moaned.
It became a haze as Dabi started thrusting up into her again, a painful stretch soon giving way to pleasure as the men rubbed parts of her she didn't know existed. Hands played with nipples, clit, curves. Fingers tugged hair, teeth dug into flesh, nails raked down backs. They were a mass of lurid action, and Ayumu felt like she was at the peak for ages.
Until Hawks nuzzled the tender skin below her ear. "Cum on our cocks, pretty girl. Lemme feel you squirt all over us."
She sobbed, tumbling over the edge. Her body shook, violent waves cascading through her center. The men increased their pace as she milked them against one another. Within seconds the both of them tumbled down after her, fluids staining her insides with their seed.
She slumped between them, still sobbing, one thigh held by Hawks at his hip and the other strewn over one of Dabi's. They were both panting, hands stroking. Hawks eased himself from her and she could feel their combined juices seeping out of her abused hole. The hero threw himself on the couch beside them, leaning against the still joined pair and stroking at her waist.
"Well." Hawks seemed to be trying to think of something to say, but it was like his usually quick mind was having trouble catching up to what had just happened. "Well. So, there's the shower or bed. I don't think I can shower right now, so…"
Dabi laughed, grip tightening on her. "We'll be getting messy again in a few hours. Might as well do it in bed."
Notes:
I wrote for the first time in a week today and it felt pretty good. Apparently the break was what I needed. Anyway, mostly working on original fiction, though also started an HP fic around my story Deal with the Devil but adding in the "Hermione goes back in time trope" to it because why not. Not posting it for the moment but might eventually. IDK.