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Hot Springs

As part of bonding Kurogiri has arranged for the group to visit a local mineral hot spring. the group splits up and it's just Shigaraki and Dabi, until two hero worshiping American girls wander into there web. To make things interesting, they make a bet on who can make there girl cum first.

[This is cannon divergence from My hero academia smash when they hike up into the mountains. It was hilarious and adorable....I also was in a mood to violently jizz all over it. A bit of the ultra violence]

Warning: Hard non/con, F/M multi, Dabi and Shigaraki are not nice, Original Character Death(s), Death Threats, Rough Sex, Deflowering, Loss of Virginity, Double Penetration, Fear of Death, My Hero Academia Smash!!, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Public Nudity

The men stared at each other with mutual disgust.

Shigaraki with that disgusting severed hand. Toga wondered how he was able to see out of one eye. How did he not end up with crossed eyes? Did he have depth perception? Toga looked to Dabi, who wore his permanent "I don't give a fuck” expression but openly called Shigaraki gross. To Toga, that was irony. Dabi's flesh was barely held together with staples. Staples in the age of healing. They are both mean and anti-social, in her opinion. Kurogiri was reading the guidebook out loud to the two.

"The skin benefits are equal to hydrotherapy. Hot spring water with varied hydro-pressure to combat hypertrophy, inflammatory reaction signs, abnormal pigmentation, and, more specifically, redness and scarring. This will be a perfect bonding experience for…oh. There is an age limit," Kurogiri said.

"Who cares! We will do what we want. It's so damn hot," Shigaraki huffed, scratching his neck. Toga considered all the dead skin floating in the hot spring and decided to opt-out.

"It's embarrassing being naked in front of people," Toga said meekly.

"I agree, and I'm starving. Let's goooooo! I'm hangry," Magne snapped. She was in a rare mood.

"We can go shopping together, Miss Himiko," Kurogiri offered, and Toga jumped on that. Leaving the two men staring at each other. Dabi turned and went in without a word. Shigaraki would have refused. But after that disgusting hike, Kurogiri forced them on. He was sticky and could use some Saki.

Their backs leaning on the outcrop of rocks, they drank and relaxed in opaque white water that reminded Shigaraki too much of jizz. He didn't hate it, though. The babbling of the spring was the only sound breaking the silence. Until the giggle and splash of two ladies broke the silence. They splashed, giggled, and played like children on the other side, thinking they were alone.

Shigaraki immediately pulled father off and folded him with care in his towel. He turns to see Dabi taking a peek at the cute nude girls playing in the spring. Shigaraki hmphed and poured himself more Saki.

"What is with that look?" Dabi asked, grabbing the Saki.

"What do you think you are doing?" Shigaraki hissed.

"I'm going to try to get laid. What does it look like, virgin?" Dabi smirked.

"What? Who told you I was a virgin? I met Midnight," Shigaraki snarked.

"Hey, did you see those two goth guys? What kind of crazy hikes up a mountain in all black? Kinda cute though," one of the girls giggled. Dabi grinned smugly. Two little Americans from the accents.

"That could be either of us," Shigaraki rasped. Interrupting Dabi. He knows English, and he just proved it to the haughty burnt bastard.

"Want to bet?" Dabi teased.

"I think the guy in the jacket is burned. Do you think he's a firefighter? That would be so hot," the same girl giggled. Dabi grew smugger. Shigaraki scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You act like it's impressive she's a star fucker. She's only interested in you because she thinks you're a hero," Shigaraki said, wiping the hand sweat off his face with spring water. That little act already soothed his skin, making him slightly more handsome.

"Then show me something, impressive fearless leader. I'm still getting virgin vibes," Dabi chuckled, loading up more Saki on the floating tray. It was starting to get dark. Those girls shouldn't be running around. They are asking for trouble. Whatever Dabi does to you seems fair game, in his opinion. The stupid hero-worshiping girls are about to get a hard lesson. Shigaraki was about to snap at Dabi for his snide little comment when he got curious and peeked.

"I wish I could have gotten a better look at the pale guy. I think he was wearing an oxygen mask. Maybe they are training. It looks like he had a nice body," You replied.

He quickly changed his mind when he caught sight of you and heard that small comment. It's no longer Dabi who is going to teach you a lesson. Your slick wet chest got him instantly hard. How the water hid the bottom of your nipples made his mouth salivate. He also noticed something he didn't like.

Both of you have your phones in a waterproof bag, so you can still use them. He would have still fucked you even if he hadn't noticed them. But now he had more motivation to get involved, so whatever happens, it's not his fault. It's yours for being an easy trusting victim. You wanted a better look at him. He will give you one.

"Let's make it interesting. It will be good bonding, as Kurogiri says," Shigaraki said. A ghost of a smile at the corners.

You are about to look up those guys on the everyday hero web site to show Aimi when a shadowy figure appears around the corner.

"Thirsty ladies?" The figure said in English with a distinct Japanese lilt. It's the guy from earlier. Up close, you find him absolutely terrifying. His eyes are beautiful turquoise. He's young and has the features of a male model. The patchwork of molten skin was not as intimidating as his cock. He steps into the light to let you get an eye full.

His cock is large, pierced, and not covered in any way. A row of bars on the underside and a hoop through the tip. He has staples everywhere. He looked more like a hellraiser than a hero. Not a hint of shame as he locks eyes with you, not looking away, which made your middle heat. But it also scared you when he came within an inch of your face with that thing. Aimi was gushing and practically drooling.

You yelp and flinch when you feel your phone being pulled from your fingers. When your phone was replaced with a cup of Saki, your hair changed color in surprise. The pale one is next to you. Oh god, did they hear you earlier? Your mind questions in utter embarrassment. He is pouring you some Saki as he touches your hair.

"Very pretty. Is this your quirk?" He asks in harsh deep gravel.

You jerked from that touch, but this man was so quick his arm was around your shoulder, pulling you close. You squealed when you felt something large and hard brushed against your thigh. You glance at Aimi. She is a pretty girl who thinks everyone is nice and nothing bad will ever happen to her. She is giggling and chatting with the burned guy like this is perfectly normal.

"From America? What do you think of my English? My name is Dabi. What's yours, pretty girl? Tell me in Japanese," Dabi flirted.

"It's perfect English. Ummmm, let me try…" Aimi chuckled.

She does not see the danger signs at all. You want to get her attention, but the guy pouring Saki has roaming fingers. They moved from your shoulder to the side of your breast, his long nimble fingers working their way ever closer to your nipple.

"You are very pretty. Is it true what they say about American girls?" he whispered.

His hair was covering his face, but now that he is up close, you can see all of him. He is covered in scars. He is young under the welted skin. He is not classically handsome like the other one. This one has red eyes. They are rare and pretty. They are also hard and demanding, like a hungry wolf that wants to devour you. Normally you might find him sexy, but this guy has bullet holes. He runs his fingers through your hair and inhales deeply when you don't answer.

"Drink the Saki, pretty American girl," he encourages. His tone was more of and order than a suggestion. You whimper and down it. Your hair becomes darker by the second. Pouring more as he plays with the strands, eyes widening as your hair becomes so dark it's absorbing the light around them. You swallow hard and drink the foul liquid.

You don't like the flavor of alcohol at all. Everything about these two screams trouble. Even while the man was being entertained by your hair, you tried to slowly reach for your phone. Changing course for the Saki when his eyes dart to your cell. He is so quick it's terrifying. His hand darts out and grabs the craft with four fingers before you even get close. Why only four fingers? Do his fingers have to do with his quirk? You wonder.

"Allow me," He insists as he pours you some more, a slight lilt of irritation.

"What's your name?" you ask, trying to sound friendly while not answering his questions.

"Tomura," he rasped, carefully setting the Saki back. If you could get Aimi to look at you for one moment, "You smell good too." Your flesh crawled as you felt his fingers move lower on your waist. Didn't that mean "To mourn or mourning?" It was not a pretty name.

"I like how fear looks like arousal," Tomura said creepily. Oh god, it was now or never. You feign seeing someone behind him while your hand reaches for your phone. Your heart is thundering in your ears. You hit the emergency button when Aimi makes your heart stop.

"HEY! What are you doing to my friend! Help! Hero!" She shouts with all the confidence of someone that has never known danger. Your mind screams no at her. Tomura whips around and yanks my phone away like a snake. Dabi yanked Aimi back by her hair. Tomura's grip tightens on your middle, pulling you flush to him. His massive hard cock pressed against your belly.

Dabi flashed a blue flame in Aimi's face before clapping a hot hand over her mouth. You could feel the cold heat from here. She screamed wide-eyed before registering how he would kill her if she did it again. Tomura held the phone away, checking who you dialed. You could feel his heart hammering too. You only caught bits and pieces of what they said, but you understood it enough.

"Are we expecting company?" Dabi asks. Shigaraki scoffs.

"No. Our silly little American girls didn't program the emergency number for Japan," He smirked, reverting to English. He wanted you to know how fucked you are. Your gut plummets in fear. How could you have forgotten to change it?

Tomura chuckles, closing his hand and turning it to dust. Dabi tosses Aimi's phone to him, and he catches it and also turns it to dust. You whimper. He looks down and grins ghoulishly as he grabs your ass and presses his cock harder against you with a rub.

"God damn it, Shiggy! You scared them! You probably said something creepy to get her spooked," he growled before clamping his mouth over Aimi's. She screamed down his throat. Tomura had started walking you back into the rock. It was slippery and still dug into your back. His knee started pressing to spread your legs.

"The bet was who made his slut cum first. You didn't say it had to be consensual," Shigaraki snickered as he roughly groped your chest. Tweaking your nipples and capturing one in his mouth. Sucking on your tender flesh too hard, they pebble hardening to peaks under his attention. His velvety tongue lathing over each one with greedy eagerness.

"You know it's difficult to do when they are scared. I should have known you'd be a creep and make this harder," Dabi snarled at Shigaraki.

Shoving Aimi face down on the rocks. You could almost reach out and touch her. She cried out, looking to me for help. You mouthed, 'use your quirk,' and pleaded with your eyes to not try to fight the deadly man. Aimi looked so confused and scared. It broke your heart. Where are the heroes? She mouthed back. You closed your eyes and looked away. They are not coming because you messed up.

"Don't make me lose my bet by forcing me to kill you. The only sounds that can slip from you are pretty ones. Damn. You also got the smart one of the two. Why are the pretty ones so dumb? There are no heroes, precious," Dabi growled, kicking her legs violently open.

You yelp and flinch in fear of those hands pressing your tits together. Tomura nips you so hard you bleed. The cruel look in his eyes says it all. Only pretty sounds out of you too. You shut up instantly letting any protest die on your tongue.

You braced yourself on his body so you don't slip on that cock. It feels like hot steel pressing on you. He pulls away from your tit. His lips were lightly stained red. He licks them, then runs his tongue over your nipple. The blood flow slowing.

"It may be hard for you. But for me, it will be easy. Mine is a good lil American girl. She'll cum for me. Look at those scared eyes. Like a scared bunny. Her hair is so dark my fingers disappear. You never answer my question. It is true that all American girls are sluts?" He asked, grinding his knee so hard on your thighs you finally parted them. Immediately his large cock pressed against your clit, the head of his cock bobbing up and down out of the water as he stroked himself over your sex. You moan a little and shake your head no.

"I'm a virgin," you squeaked. Dreading the thought of that thing sliding in you. It's sending delicious shudders through you, but it still scared the hell out of you. He presses harder and moans, leaning into you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Fuck. I've never had a virgin. But you will cum if you know what is good for you," He groaned.

"That's because you are one," Dabi laughs, about to penetrate poor Aimi, a virgin too.

"Shut the fuck up, Dabi," Tomura growled. He nuzzled and nipped at your neck and earlobe. Pulling away to finish the craft of Saki. He grabs the other and holds it up to your lips. He leans in a whisper, "I have never fucked a virgin. I heard it hurts. You will want this. Drink it all."

"The heroes will come," Aimi sobbed. You shook your head at her. Pleading for her not to say that. Not around these guys. What Dabi said and the evil glint in Shigaraki's was enough to tell you not to bring up heroes again. Dabi yanked her, and you could smell and hear the sizzle of flesh as Aimi whimpered. You drank deeply after that. By some miracle, you had the nicer of the two.

Tomura encouraged you to finish it. It made you lightheaded and heat pool in your center. It seemed like a kind act. But the look in his eyes and the evil grin told you otherwise. He wanted you flush and drunk. Aimi gave a pathetic shriek. Followed by a harsh smack on her ass and a yelp. You tried to block out your friends' pain. You are about to have your own.

"What sounds did I say can come from that yapping mouth. You really are the dumb one. I lost the flip. I thought I got lucky and got the easy slut. But you're so damn tight. I think you were a virgin too," Dabi said in his cool smokey tone, as if what he was doing to poor Aimi was normal and ok.

Tomura's pale body bared down on you as he grabbed your legs and forced you to wrap them around his waist.

"You don't have to do this. Please let us go. We won't say anything to anyone," you begged quietly.

"I do what I want. What's your quirk called?" he asked, his wet digit getting tangled in your locks and brushing down your cheek. His eyes still held the hunger, but the rest of his face was steely resolve. He leaned in and ran his thumb along your lower lip. All five mean death. That was easy to figure out.

"My hair color changes to my moods. It's called mood crown," you answered quickly. His thumb pressed past your lips and touched your tongue. He bit his lip, and you could feel his cock twitch against your clit.

"What's her quirk?" He asked with a lilt. You did not want to answer this. His fingers dug into your cheeks like the rock on your back. You whimpered in fear. Aimi choked sobs, and the wet slaps of Dabi's thighs filled your ears. Hot tears spilled from your sad, lovely eyes. His cock twitched again.

"Please," you started, and he grits his teeth in warning. You feel so emotionally weak as you give into fear, "Lung control. She can hold her breath for ten minutes," you answer with a whine. Please pass out Aimi. Don't die. Knock yourself out. You pray. Shigaraki grimaces.

"That can have an autoerotic effect. We better get started. I'm not going to disrespect you by lying. I'm going to fuck and use you as I please. If you piss me off or don't listen. I'll kill you and move on to your friend. It would be one thing if you gotten ahold of some assholes in tights paid to save you with that nasty stunt with the phone. But you failed. Do you think I'm afraid of some civilians? They will take one look at what's happening and walk away. Every single time. I think you know more than a few people who will think everything will turn out ok. That a hero will come to save the day. But the reality is you better listen and hope for mercy," he rasped, eyes darting to a simpering Aimi.

You believe every word he says. Shigaraki likes that. He likes that a lot about you. He plunged his tongue into your mouth. It twisted and entwined with yours. He tasted like Saki and had a hint of your blood.

You sucked in a sharp breath when he gripped the rod between your pussy and speared you. Pushing had past your resisting virgin pussy's barrier. Your hymen popped, seeping hot blood on his cock as it allowed him in deeper. You think you will pass out as your head swims and stars burst into your vision. He's huge, and it hurts.

Your hair rippled colors as you endured the hot pain of being split in two. His eyes widened, and he forced himself deep enough to kiss your cervix. His entire body shuddered as his eyes rolled back in his head. He looked down to where you are connected, panting in excitement. A grip on your thigh and one kneading your breast. He ground against your sex. Simpering as you held back your tears, he began to thrust. This monster didn't even let you adjust to him. He kissed you again and groaned.

"That's a painfully tight pussy. I'm going to break it. I'm going to break you," he panted. It felt like a hot knife. You cried and then tried to relax.

"IT HURTS!" Aimi whined. You echoed her feelings with a loud sob.

Every thrust back in was excruciating, your face twisting into one long silent scream, your hair changing into a series of horrible colors. The water around you had a tinge of pink. Tomura slowed to longer thrusts. Savoring the sensations with pants and groans into your hair.

His hot breath fanning over your scalp. His weight forces you down and makes it hard to breathe. The rocks are digging into your back. You started to shove him away to gasp for air. He lifted enough to let you get a lung full. To your surprise, he adjusts you, clearing the pebbles and moving you more to the smoother surface.

"Better?" he asked, grinding his cock with more shallow thrusts.

"No, please stop this," you plead with a sniffle.

"Don't be stupid. It looks like your hair is going back to black. You're fine. Fuck, you're tight. You can beg and cry. But I'm going to destroy what I want, and right now," He grunted and empathized with a sharp, deep thrust.

"I want to destroy your purity and your will to fight me. Don't hold out hope someone will come to save you. Give in and cum on my cock. As much as I love a little resistive pussy. I'm not losing to that burnt asshole," he indicated to Dabi with his head.

He quickly licked his thumb, shoved his fist between you, and started rubbing. The sensation was like a shock wave going through your middle. You jerked and grabbed his wrist. You immediately move to yank your hand back, but he stops you.

For a moment, you thought you had died. You imagined all of his fingers had wrapped around your wrist, and at any moment, you will turn to dust. But Tomura hadn't. What he was doing was guiding your hand to your clit.

"If you don't like the way I do it, show me," he said kindly, which threw you off.

You violently shook your head and blubbered. His pinky threatened to lie down. The look of his of eager anticipation said it all. Do it, or he'll turn you to dust. He was still hard and firmly planted in you. This was just cruel. He was inconsistent with his mercy.

You start slowly and nervously. Tomura is staring at you, touching yourself as if he's studying every movement. You can't touch the sensitive bundle of nerves directly. It's too much for you. You rub circles over the hood. You shut your eyes and pretend he's the hottest guy you've seen. It's hard to do with a hot rod throbbing and stretching you at your core.

You have a hard time imagining someone else in you. You don't want to die, either. You do the unthinkable and really look at him. Touching yourself feels nice, but it will not get you to cum. The light blue dripped, and a few strands clung to his face. As you look at him, his eyes dart to yours. He holds them, pinning you with those scarlet orbs.

With a sharp intake of breath, his muscles ripple. He's not bulky, but he is toned with a softness that quickly disappears with each deep pant. Crimson eyes are blown with hunger and need. You moan sweetly as you grow wet. The pain fades into the background as your pleasure increases.

"Fuck. That's a fine tight wet pussy. I don't hate it. Looks pretty around my cock. That expression is nice. Your hair is changing to pink, my lil American slut," He bites his lip.

You can feel the deep grind as his cock presses lightly on your cervix. Heightening the sensation of your ecstasy. You feel a moan rise from someplace primal. You clamp your hand over your mouth. His eyes catch the movement. He growls, clearly not liking how you are quieting your passion or distracting him from what you're doing with your sex. Quickly shooting out your hand, your fingers run through his hair. The Saki must be getting to your head. His strands are like silk-spun sky and clouds.

He paused to let you get a good look and feel. Gasping for air, his chest heaves, and a shudder works down his body to where you two are attached. You cried out when he bucked his hips hard and fast. He licked two fingers and played with your clit the way you enjoyed. Shivers of pleasure run up your spine. His cock stroking along your slick walls.

He humped you hard and fast like an animal, but he was whimpering and pants like a puppy. You are velvet and bliss to him. Wrapping around his dick perfectly, squeezing and sucking him back in. You wish he would not whisper such filthy things. It kept you too present with what's he doing to you. The violent smacking of his boney hips against your tender flesh made your entire being quake under him. He was starting to feel amazing in you.

A tightening and tingle in your middle gather and build to new highs. You are no longer resisting Tomura. You are screwing him back. Bucking back into him. He's handsome enough, you tell yourself. He's making you feel good. If you ignore all else, you can forget your life depends on cumming on this nasty man's cock. You can convince yourself you wanted it. At this moment, as you feel yourself plunging into ecstasy, you do want it. You are moaning and whimpering sweet noises as you cling to him. You implode on impact. His cock fills you to the brim.

"Ah!" You scream sharply as you arch up to him. Every part of you tightens and then comes undone on him. He grunts as he grips your hips and shoves himself as deeply as possible. His lids are heavy with lust as drool forms at the corner of his mouth.

"Fuck!" He gasps a moment later. You have clamped down on him. Whimpering and writhing as his twitching cock spreads warmth deep inside you, "Oh yeah. There we go. That's a good little tight cock sleeve. Fuck. That pussy may be a virgin, but it can milk a dick. That's it. Suck up every drop."

"No way," Dabi hisses, suddenly next to you both. He has Aimi by the hair. She mercifully has her eyes closed as Dabi digs two of his fingers between you and Shigaraki. Shoving his fingers in deep to feel you pulsing on Tomura. You squeal and squirm as he stretches you more.

"Huh," Dabi says, surprised.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Look at her hair. You have no manners," Tomura hissed at Dabi.

"As if I know what pink and red mean. Damn, that red is bright. It almost glows. This wasn't a fair bet," Dabi says, pulling out his fingers at last. He licks the both of you off them as if that was no big deal. You shiver at the sight. Suddenly feeling cold and wanting to disappear in the warm spring water.

"What?" Shigaraki asks, scratching his neck. Dabi smirks and pulls up Aimi until she is standing.

"This one is a cold fish. You make this one cum while I try that one. You win the bet hands down," Dabi states.

"Why would you need to fuck this one?" Shigaraki asks suspiciously.

"You are going to leave me with a wet dick and not a chance to see if I get the same reaction? We need a control for the bet. If I make her cum then this bet is a push. We'll try some other girls. Unless you got attached like a little virgin simp to this one," Dabi mocks.

"You can't do anything but cause misery," Shigaraki growls as he rips himself away from paradise. Gripping Aimi by the arm and dragging her to a more comfortable spot.

"You might be right about that," Dabi smirks. You drop into the water, pushing off the rocks quickly. If you can run for help, maybe you both will live through this. You slip through Dabi's fingers. Finding the edge quickly and scrambling up.

"Well, go get her," you hear Shigaraki say as you pop up and run for the exit.

"Don't tell me what to do," Dabi shot back, right behind you.

Bursting through the exit, you attach to some random stranger. Screaming help in Japanese. The guy stared at you wide-eyed as Dabi grabbed your arm. Said something to the man while you begged for help. The heat on your arm made you whimper and flinch. Loosening your grip enough to be yanked away from the stranger. The guy smiled and walked off. You stood there with Dabi slack-jawed. This guy is actually doing exactly what Tomura said he would. He was going to leave you. A problem to be solved by someone else. A burst of blue flame, and that guy was flailing on the ground for a minute before he was a crackling campfire.

"He wasn't going to call the heroes, but it's better to side on caution. Are you happy you got a guy killed?" He asked you, leading you back to the hot spring.

"I didn't kill him. You did," you sniffle. You saw it. That random really wasn't going to bother to even call for help.

"Tell that to his family. At least that made me hard again," Dabi chuckled, placing you back against the rock. Aimi is crying pathetically as Shigaraki humps her, your eyes connect with him, and the seething rage underneath makes your heart stop in terror. Dabi slicking himself on you. You whimper in fear. What will happen if you cum on Dabi? What will happen if you don't?

"Shouldn't I clean myself? We can go into the changing room. Lay on some towels," you tried to convince.

"Oh, I don't mind sloppy seconds. Makes good lube. Besides, I want to see him hot-blooded after I make his favorite fuck cum on this fat cock," he grinned. You cried and squirmed when he pushed his dick in you, "Oh fuck. That is a tight little pussy. I can feel why he didn't want to share. That's ok. He broke you in nicely. That is damn good."

You thought Tomura was hard as a rod. Dabi was real metal. You can feel the cold steel change its temperature as he sinks in deep. The different textures create new sensations. You cover your mouth as you moan. Dabi is slow and deep. Making sure you feel his piercings as they glide over your slick walls. Working all the sweet places, Tomura had to find the hard way. Dabi's warm hands are everywhere. He doesn't have to be careful like Tomura. It feels like Dabi is trying to devour you. He stops long enough to threaten you.

"Don't try to get clever and pull at staples or stitches. Keep to the smooth skin, or I will set you on fire and keep fucking your corpse. I don't need the top half. You feel pretty warmed up. I want a good time," He panted, bucking harder and running a hand in your hair, pulling your head back and shoving his tongue in your grunting mouth. Another hand tweaking a nipple as he pounds harder and faster. The sore ache is resounding as you writhe under him. His lower lip has a different consistency. His flavor is one of horrible cooked flesh. He's too hot. His dick is more experienced in pleasing a woman. Tomura wanted to win. Dabi wants a good time. Both make you feel like their toy.

You dare to peek over and see a Tomura standing perfectly still, staring and scratching his neck so hard he's bleeding. His grimace is horrible. He looks murderous as he watches you tip over the edge. Free falling into a coaxed orgasm. You concentrated as hard as you could on your hair color. The best thing about having your heart on your sleeve is when you can lie, everyone believes it. He stiffened more as his eyes narrowed.

"You won't get away with this limp dick," Aimi whimpered.

NO! Your mind screams. But it was too late. Tomura looked down. Set all five fingers flat on her back, and your best childhood friend disappears. Her face twisted into a shocked scream while you came. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head from them. Dabi growls as his hot cum feels like it is scorching your insides. You can feel his cum jetting into your eagerly sucking cunt. You heard her hands, and head tumble in the water as Shigaraki made his way to you.

"Did she cum?" Tomura asked worriedly. Dabi is still cumming and ignores him. You try to shove him away on his smooth flesh.

"How can I! Monsters. You killed Aimi. You killed her!" You wailed, trying to curl up on yourself.

Dabi does not pull out. Dabi gives a light moan as his cock twists in you as you try to curl from him. Dabi looks at Shigaraki, who is scratching himself and having a fit. Then down at you, your pussy clamping down and trying to shove him out. Shiggy was right. Forced pussy was the best. This forced pussy was the best. That was the hardest cum in his life. He was physically stuck in you, and he loved it. He licked his upper lip and made a decision.

"Nah. You win," Dabi said to your shock. Tomura eased his scratching and smirked. Pulling you into an embrace and making comforting sounds, you cry too hard to hear these bastards' words. Dabi joins him, and you are so damn horrified and confused at the sudden dynamic change. That disappears when Dabi turns to Shigaraki.

"Ever done DP?" He asked a Shiggy who was busy kissing your shoulder. He looked bored at Dabi and then shook his head no, "Bitches love it. You sort of feel the other guys dick, but girls can't get enough after the first taste. They beg for it." Shigaraki considered this.

"Really?" He asked you. How would I know? Your brain shouts at him. He knows you were a virgin. Is he stupid! He just killed your best friend. You loved her! She got all the guys and was naive, but she was brave and stuck by you. You wanted to spit this in Tomura's face when you caught Dabi's expression. It was icy cold. You want to live to tell on these fuckers. Someone has to know what they did to Aimi and make them pay.

"Yes," you whimpered. Dabi suggested a break before they started. Shigaraki went to check on father. Dabi leans in with burning eyes.

"I like your survival skills. You owe me. You better make fucking as good as this each time," Dabi instructed.

"I don't know how. I was a virgin. I just want to go home," you wept. Dabi grinned.

"Keep that attitude. You want to live. You want to make us happy," He said coldly.

You cried. They consoled in their creepy way. But kept going in every position and combination they could think of. For hours until you passed out and woke up in a new position, covered in cum and aching in every hole. You prayed through most of it. The longer they were not answered, the more you think these two are right about society. You got an earful of it when they were in a humping lull. When they had exhausted themselves using every hole in your body, they cuddled. You felt like a steak between two tigers.

Shigaraki kept a firm grip on your neck. His face buried in your hair, mumbling sweet dirty nothings to the back of your head. Dabi's face is between your tits.

"We have time for another go?" Dabi asked.

"I'm tired," you husked.

"You don't have to be awake," Dabi said flatly. You felt weary and hurt. Your heart becomes numb to their cruelty. A black swirl formed, and a psychotic chipper schoolgirl brat and a bitchy butch walked through. The smoky black guy was the dangerous one, though. There was a loud nasty argument in Japanese. Dabi got dressed and handed Tomura your passport while throwing towels and a robe at you.

"As (Japanese) as she (Japanese) to us," Dabi hissed.

"I was (Japanese) to share. (Japanese) is no us. I (Japanese) keep her," Tomura growled, pulling on his pants with a fucking severed hand somehow attached to his face. The argument between them ensued and got loud when you attempted to slowly head for the door. You are catching words like "kill," "hide," "body," "mine," and "keep."

"Oh no, honey. You stay right there," The butch one said in perfect English.

You freeze in terror as Tomura quickly comes over to wipe Dabi's come off you. Not his. He stands again, scratching himself, an air of seething as he gets in the smoky guy's face area. The smoky guy made some sympathetic noises, and Tomura stopped throwing a tantrum but was still clearly agitated. He stalks in front of you, kneeling down and shoving your passport in your face.

"We want to keep you, but Kurogiri says no. When things settle down, we will find you. You belong to the league of villains. You belong to me. Do not fuck anyone else. We will hunt them down and kill their entire family," he rasped, putting your passport in his back pocket.

They left. Dabi gave you a lingering look parting with a final warning.

"You're mine. You owe me, and there isn't a hero to stop me from collecting," he grinned, disappearing into the blackness.

They found you near morning, cradling Aimi's head and hands. You couldn't find her feet. The Japanese government locked you away for your "safety." Also, having no passport, they can just make you disappear. You took the morning-after pill. Not that it worked. They hid you in some hospital. This was hell.

When you saw Dabi on tv, you became disgusted. Endeavor created a monster. He said a half-sorry, and nothing came of it. He wasn't charged with child abuse or neglect. He could run around while you are incubating a product of this society's fucked up neglect. Whether it was Shigaraki's or Dabi's makes no difference. Not when you remember the look of that stranger. You hope it all comes crashing down.

When Spinner comes crashing through. You escape to find a news team. Yes, one of the villains will find you but not before the world knows what this place has done to you and Aimi.

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