Almost every day you regretted your decision to date both of the league’s hottest villains at the same time. It was a struggle. Really, it was.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if they weren’t so possessive and antagonistic but unfortunately their personalities did clash on every level so you always had to deal with their bickering when you were all together.
They had both agreed to a poly relationship with each other- and you, so then why did they always try and steal you away for themselves, Or fight whenever you were all together.
“Y/N,” Dabi rasped in your ear as you were leaving the league’s hide out one night, “come back to mine tonight.”
“No,” you pouted, “because if I go with you and Tom-tom finds out that we were together without him he’ll disintegrate your house again.”
“I’m not afraid of that dusty, hand fetish creepin—,”
“That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about,” you cut in in a sassy voice, spinning to glare at Dabi who was smirking at you with his hands shoved into his pockets.
“Come on,” he cajoled, “you know you want me all to yourself.”
You chewed on your bottom lip, letting it flick out from between your teeth a little every time you released it to latch on better.
“If he finds out that we didn’t invite him…” You hummed uncertainly, looking away and mulling over Dabi’s invitation.
“He won’t. Come on, we’ll go to yours… just in case he comes to mine and finds us there. We can go to mine tomorrow night,” Dabi said quickly, removing his hands from his pockets and grabbing your wrist to whisk you away to your house.
Not even an inch inside your place and Dabi’s scarred hands were all over you, pulling at your clothes and grabbing between your thighs as you tried to get down the hall to your bedroom.
“Dabi!” you giggled, fighting his hands off you, “stop it or I won’t give you anything!”
“I know you’re full of empty threats,” Dabi teased lowly, managing to yank your shirt off just before you got to the bedroom door.
His rough hands claimed your waist while his mouth latched onto your neck, walking you backwards to the bed.
It was only once you had both toppled backwards onto your mattress that you realized that you and Dabi weren’t alone and you screamed as your body hit a pair of legs.
“Who the hell?!” Dabi yelled with surprise, jumping off the bed when someone kicked him in the side of the head, “what the hell are you doing here, you musty piece of ash.”
“Get your dirty hands off my girl,” a raspy voice snarled- the unmistakable voice of your other boyfriend, Tomura Shigaraki.
“Who let this dog in the house?” Dabi snapped.
“I’ve disintegrated your house once before, crispy. And I’ll do it again,” Shigaraki growled at his fellow lover.
“Boys!” you yelled, “oh my god. It’s always like this, isn’t it? You know what? Screw the both of you! I’m out.” And with that you got up and marched out the door and off down the hall- absolutely done with the two of them.
“Hey, hey, woah,” Dabi called, sprinting after you and grabbing your wrist again, “listen. I know it’s rigor mortise’s fault for laying dead in your bed, but hear me out…”
“No!” you snapped, yanking your hand free, “you’re both to blame. I’m not doing anything with either of you ever again, I’m gonna go hit up Toga.”
“Is she being a brat again?” Shigaraki’s voice called loudly from your bedroom, calling to Dabi and referring to your behavior.
“Yeah,” Dabi called back, “her mouth is getting too free.”
“Y/N, come.” Shigaraki demanded, still from the bedroom.
“No!” You pouted, crossing your arms across your chest and stomping a foot while trying to look intimidatingly at Dabi.
“She just said, ‘pin me down and do whatever you want to me’,” Dabi called back to Shigaraki.
“No?” you protested lightly, “I didn’t say th—,”
“Good,” Shigaraki interjected, “bring her in.”
“No,” you pouted again, weakly trying to fight Dabi off as he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up then carried you back down the hall like a live doll.
“Put her on the bed, face first,” Shigaraki commanded Dabi.
“Why do you get all the say?” Dabi shot, “what if I want her on the bed back first?”
“Neither of you are getting anything!” you stated defiantly, again, very weakly trying to stop Dabi from forcing you face first down on the bed with your arms and legs spread out.
“Clothes?” Dabi said to Shigaraki.
“Leave them on her,” Shigaraki replied with a crooked crazed grin, “we have plenty of time to take them off her.”
“No one is taking any clothes off me,” you pouted stubbornly, raising your head from the bed to glare at Shiggy.
Dabi and Shigaraki looked at each other with determination then Shigaraki reached for ‘father’ across his face and slowly removed it, his shaggy blue grey hair falling messily across his eyes as he placed the rigid hand on the bedside table and got onto the bed in front of your face.
“Look up at me,” he commanded, so you tucked your head down and looked away and to your left, silently defying him.
“Oi,” Dabi growled above you, shoving his knee firmly into your shoulder blade, “do as he says.”
You shook your head, burying it into the bedsheets.
Suddenly your head was ripped back by the hair and you let out a gasp of surprise as Dabi held you so that Shigaraki could punish your mouth for your disobedience.
You felt his warm yet rough fingers, slid under your jawline and grip then lift your head up so that his chapped lips could touch yours.
Naturally, he had kept his pinky finger from touching your skin, so that he brought you no harm.
“Don’t ever defy me,” Shigaraki’s voice rasped as he held you steady and pull back to look you in the eye with his beady red eyes, then leaned back down and bit into your lower lip, licking and teasing it while Dabi still held your head firmly back so Shiggy could do his thing.
The League of Villains leader kept kissing you in between his commands because he knew damn well that if he wasn’t keeping your mouth busy you’d be using it to talk back to or be defiant in other ways.
“You’re being so gentle with her,” Dabi berated Shigaraki when he saw the disintegration wielder turn his tough kisses to more gentle ones.
“You call this gentle?” you mumbled through another kiss, hissing with pain when one of Shigaraki’s sharp canines tore a little of your bottom lip as you were trying to look back at Dabi over your shoulder.
“Keep your focus on me, I’m the only one who matters here,” Shigaraki snarled when he felt you trying to turn your head.
“She knows who her master is,” Dabi commented cheekily as he lifted and tucked his hands under your hip bones and pulled your ass up to smack it.
“I’m her master,” Shigaraki snapped, pulling back from your face to glare at Dabi, “tell him! Tell him I’m your true master,” he demanded of you.
“Stop it!” you snapped back at Shigaraki, twisting to whack Dabi’s hand away as he reached over you to try and grab for Shigs.
You rolled out from under him and thumped your foot into his chest to hold him back, then kicked him backwards and jumped up to straddle him, landing with knees either side of his chest.
“Stop it right now!” you growled down at him as you held your index finger up with warning.
He smirked from under you and placed his hands on your jean clad thighs, running his fingertips up to where it joined in the middle and your attention wavered for a second as your core heated up.
At that same moment, your other boyfriend came up behind you and held your waist, then sank his teeth into the back of your neck, before letting go and placing chapped kisses along your neckline to your shoulder.
“Mmmmm,” you hummed, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling of their hands on your body.
“We may fight…” Shigaraki rasped in your ear, “but we do agree on one thing when it comes to keeping you happy.”
“Face palm is right,” Dabi sneered, glancing over your shoulder at Shigaraki, “I’ll tolerate his presence if it makes you happy.”
“Yeah, well, keep making me happy and you both might just get more than a kiss each,” you replied, melting into Dabi’s hands as they came up and caressed your bare sides.
“I think it’s time she lost these pants, hey Handyman?” Dabi smirked at Shigaraki.
“That’s my job,” he replied, taking a hold of your jeans and activating his quirk, “you don’t needs pants for the next part…”
~ END ~