Dabi likes it when Miu calls him 'daddy' because it doesn't give off the same vibe as 'master'. The term does play into his kink for dominating, but it's not without heart.

After all, what gets Dabi off isn't just that he is the only one able to touch Miu as she allows, but that she is allowing it and she is relying on him to take care of her. It's especially exciting due to the fact Miu hasn't so much as been kissed by anyone before Dabi came along; he can't rightfully say Miu is shy, if anything she's been shockingly candid about matters of sex from the start, the fact remains she has never put herself in a position of this kind of vulnerability before.

Miu lets Dabi hold her down, penetrate every place there is to stick his cock in, let's him use her body as he pleases. She enjoys it and she trusts that he will make it enjoyable for her. She's even let him take a few pictures and even some videos before on his phone: shots of taking her from behind, ass red and sensitive from his hands slapping and groping, pussy being toyed with until it's gushing-Dabi has an extensive private collection for his use alone.

Miu doesn't understand why though; after all, she reasons, they're nearly always together, in bed or otherwise. Dabi realizes that of course, but a tiny part of him is doubtful; he's waiting for the other shoe to drop, for disaster to strike even when he knows it's highly unlikely to happen. Still, in the event Miu does wind up trying to leave, Dabi can have a little token to remember her by on lonely nights.

"No. I can't think like that. Nothing is going to come between us. I worry about Miu losing faith, but I'm the one always expecting the worst."

Miu has not expressed a shred of doubt that Dabi has anything less than her best interests at heart, in or out of the bedroom. He figures the least he could do is return the sentiment, but it's hard. Life just seems to keep blowing up in his face one way or the other. If nothing else, no one can say Dabi isn't careful.

Tonight Dabi is being particularly careful to protect that trust instilled in him. Miu is laid out naked on his bed, a hand between her tensed thighs. She's pressing a vibrating bullet against her clit and Dabi is using his mouth and fingers to tease her nipples until they're stiff and pert. The objective is to keep her soaking wet with touches to Miu's most sensitive spots, along with all the lube that coats Dabi's other hand. It's important for Miu to keep herself relaxed and for her to be turned on.

Dabi's other hand is knuckle deep inside her. He doesn't thrust in and out; just being immobile, stuffing her full is pushing it. Dabi would like to try fucking her with his whole hand, but he knows if he did that the dull burn in Miu's pussy would only change to something more painful. So they compromise; it's not quite fisting, but it's still pretty damn good, and Dabi counts himself lucky Miu is willing to experiment at all.

Fisting is a subject Dabi had only brought up once while mumbling filth into her ear as he fucked her. Amid the croons of how tight she felt and 'and how good babydoll was being for daddy', Dabi had expressed a desire to shove his hand so far inside Miu it would wreck her pussy beyond repair. He wanted to make it so Miu could feel the aftermath for days. She wanted to try it tonight, right after he had come inside her.

Dabi told Miu she didn't have to though. He would gladly make use of the piercing on his tongue, but she insisted, saying she would love to feel him. No doubt her submissive streak played into her own kinks and desires and Dabi definitely wasn't going to turn down the offer.

So here Dabi was, just barely past his knuckles inside the woman he planned to propose to in a week's time.

It was unreal. He could feel every inch of her in a way he couldn't with his cock alone. The way Miu's pussy contracted and squeezed around him had never felt so intense. She was unbearably hot inside. If Dabi wasn't already spent, he'd be hard as a rock.

"More."

"You sure?"

Dabi paused and looked up. Miu nodded, face twisted from the strain but eyes glazed over. She looked like she was under a spell. Her gaze was pleasured, pained, and mindless. Her hips would weakly push down to feel Dabi's hand go in a fraction deeper, like she was attempting to fuck herself on it.

"It hurts."

"You want to stop?"

"No. Keep going."

The last thing Dabi would want to do is hurt her, but the thing is, Miu actually likes it rough. She likes being slammed into and having her pussy fucked raw. Dabi mouths at her neck and refrains from biting down hard enough to draw blood. It's already almost too much for her now.

Miu breathes in and out and bits the inside of her cheek when Dabi rolls his wrist a little; his hand is rotating around and pressing gently against her insides. She parts her legs wider and throws her head back on the pillow when Dabi gives her nipples a hard, long suck. His tongue flicks it now and then, coating the swollen bud in saliva until it's slick and pebbled from the cool air.

"This is fucking hot…"

Dabi moans softly before going back to playing with her breasts. He loves Miu's tits, can;t get enough of their soft firmness and how sensitive they are. Just brushing his thumbs over the nipples is enough to get Miu grinding into his cock and desperate for more.

Miu had so far been mainly letting stuttered breaths and broken whimpers leave her lips. She can hardly speak. The pressure left her winded despite the fact she was barely moving.

"I'm almost all the way in. You okay baby doll?"

Miu nodded weakly, her free hand coming to cup the back of Dabi's head. "Just keep going slow." A gentle roll of her hips and a hushed moan; she rocking against the bullet and his hand goes a tiny bit deeper with every motion. "I want it so bad. I want to come with your hand inside me. Please Dabi, just-"

The movement wasn't sudden by any means, but being filled to the brim made Miu choke in her own reassurances.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Dabi!"

She presses the vibrator harder onto her clit and her plush thighs close around Dabi's arm.

Dabi was in a daze, eyes glued to Miu as she writhed and closed her own eyes tight to the intense sensation.

He was wrist deep. Miu was getting off in him shoving his whole hand inside her.

"Fuck."

Dabi feels it coming, csn feel her coming. His hand would probably be numb for a while and her pussy would ache afterward, but Dabi knows it's worth it to see Miu laid bare. She's shaking all over.

He could fist her right now, curl his fingers into his palm and make her scream. He could be rough and punishing and mean. But he doubts the thought even crosses Miu's mind.

Miu always thinks the best of him. She would never compare Dabi to him. She would never be disgusted by the sight of his face, so closely resembling his if not for the piercings and hair dye.

To her, Dabi is whole and good and valid just as is he. Miu trusts him to not break her or that trust.

Dabi knows he's been gifted. He knows Miu has every reason to doubt him, but she says she's never believed in the past being definitive of the present.

She believes in him.

"Dabi, Dabi, I'm-!"

"Go on. Go on….I've got you."

Dabi gulps back the lump in his throat and blinks away the burn in his eyes. He feels so fucking weak. He feels like a fool but part of him doesn't care if it means he can feel this good. It's too good, better than any high he's ever felt.

Dabi won't tear his eyes away. He has to see this. He has to watch as Miu is overcome with the pleasure only he can give, because she won't allow anyone else to give it to her. She told him so time after time because she knows it's what he needs to hear.

Miu lays there, legs spread and chest heaving while Dabi is half submerged in his own thoughts. She's panting and shaking and Dabi takes care to pull his hand out at a snail's pace. When it's out all the way, Dabi stares open mouthed at Miu's pussy, glistening and red and probably smarting already from the rough treatment. She smells like peaches.

"Miu?"

Miu finally opens her eyes and looks up at Dabi with a faint smile to tell him she is okay. She's still catching her breath and Dabi figures she'll be sleeping like the dead tonight.

Every day Miu is exhausted and worn. She carries the weight of her own past on her shoulders, but she never fails to make sure Dabi knows he alleviates some of that burden. She makes sure to let him know every single day and he doesn't know how he could ever make it up to her.

"You're so fucking beautiful."

Miu is struck speechless when Dabi brings his slightly numb hand to his eyes. It's slick with the strawberry flavored lube, her cum, and probably some of his own from earlier.

He sticks threes fingers in his mouth and sucks until they're clean and then he goes for the heel of his hand. Miu watches, fascinated but too weary to be more shocked. After a minute Dabi finishes and his lazy eyes gaze is back on Miu.

"Can I kiss you?"

Miu nods and holds out her arms. Dabi makes sure not to press into her too hard; his tongue is roving the expanse of her open mouth and letting her have a good taste. When he pulls back, Dabi looks down at Miu mildly, contemplatively. He tucks her hair back, twists a lock around his finger, just staring. Miu is bashful and can't handle his unblinking stare, so she turns her head away. Dabi chuckles softly and kisses her cheek.

"You pick the weirdest shit to be embarrassed about."

"Yeah, yeah…"

"Do you love me?"

Miu's smile is wiped off her face. "What?"

"Hey, do you love me?"

Dabi throws it out casually as he can and tries not to sound openly disappointed at the fact that Miu doesn't immediately say yes. What's keeping her? Dabi might be mistaken, but Miu's seemed a bit off all day.

"I think so...maybe? I mean, I know care a lot about you."

"You think?"

"Honestly Dabi, I've never been in love before."

"Neither have I."

Miu smiles and tucks her head into his neck. "Isn't it cool how much we have in common?"

"Yeah, shitty dads, sad moms, dark humor, and emotionally closed off people who both love rough sex." Dabi's arm tightens around her shoulders and he nuzzles the top of her hair. "So...how was lunch."

"It was good. It was nice talking to Tenko. I still feel bad though."

Miu doesn't mention all of the reasons why. She doubts Tenko would appreciate her telling Dabi of the fact he had fallen into an old habit due to their brief falling out. Miu never presses for details; she does know Tenko hasn't self harmed in four years and the fact that it happened because of a misunderstanding she caused in the first place still makes her feel nothing less than shame.

"Don't be. You just missed a few lunch breaks; doesn't that guy have any other friends?"

"Well, sort of. I'm the only person he talks to outside of his group-"

"So why doesn't he reach out to one of them? It's not like you can always be there for him. It's pretty selfish to put that kind of pressure on you."

"Tenko isn't putting pressure on me. He has a hard time talking to people outside of the sessions and we sort of started talking by accident anyway." Miu frowns. "I should have talked to him beforehand. I shouldn't just assume I know what people want. I need to make more of an effort to tell people what I want too. Tenko says it's unhealthy to build your life around what you think will make other people happy. Sometimes you need to put yourself first."
"Yeah, so next time he bitches about you spending time with your boyfriend, tell him to get over it."

Miu's frown deepens; she sits up and pulls the covers with her. Dabi raises an eyebrow at her.

"What's up? Taking a shower?"

"Dabi, you know...sometimes you can be…" Miu sighs softly and draws her knees to her chest. She doesn't want to argue or start a fight, but she feels antsy and nothing she says seems to be getting through to Dabi.

"It's just...you can be really...well, you can be kind of mean, sometimes."

"What? When have I ever been mean to you?"

"Not to me, but to a lot of other people. I saw the way you glared at Hitoshi the other day, and then the way you talk down to Toga and now with Tenko...I'd just think for someone taking therapy themselves to work through their own issues, you could be a little more sympathetic."

Dabi sits up and tries to pull Miu in for a hug. "Baby doll-"

"And actually, there are times you...you can be...like, I know it's not easy to hear me cut myself down and I really don't mean to do it, but you don't have to get mad at me and tell me how stupid I'm being or how ridiculous it sounds-"

"Miu-"

"I know it sounds ridiculous, and I know there's something wrong with me, but I don't need you telling me that. I already know." Miu sighs heavily and gently pulls back from Dabi's arm. "Look, I've been thinking...things are moving so fast. I don't want to rush into something we-we might not be ready for."

"What are you saying? I thought we were having fun."

"It's not that. I like spending time with you Dabi, really, but I've been wondering if maybe we've been spending too much time together. I think it might be better for both of us if we just gave each other a little space and-"

Miu finds the next word caught in her throat; she wither slightly under Dabi's glare.

"So, what, you're saying you need a break?"

"Well, not exactly. I just think it'd be good if we took some time to ourselves."

"To do what? Go out to the bar? Go spend time with that freak?"

"You see, that's exactly what I'm talking about!" Miu feels her anxiety wane as anger replaces it. "How can you say that? How can you talk about my friend that way? Do you even care how awful I've been feeling about this? Or is it all good as long as you aren't inconvenienced?"

Dabi throws the sheet off him and gets up without looking at Miu. She sits up, wincing a bit at the pain in her lower half, but it barely registers. Dabi doesn't even look angry. He won't meet her gaze. When he speaks, Dabi's voice is a slow, apathetic drawl.

"Dabi? What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed."

"Where are you going?"

"That's none of your business." Dabi replies coolly as he slips his shirt over his head before lacing up his boots. "Do me a favor? When I get back, don't be here."

Miu looks at him in frank disbelief. She can't believe this, how cold he's acting.

"Dabi, what-?"

"Hey, you said we needed space right?"

Dabi barely glances at her; Miu tries to move, but she can't. She can't believe this.

"Dabi…"

"What? Didn't you want time to yourself? Well, now you've got it."

Dabi doesn't look back when he shuts the door. He doesn't falter even when he hears Miu cries out for him to wait. He figures he'll let her feel the sting, let her feel bad for shoving him aside; when Miu saw how things were without him, then she would realize the error of her ways. She should feel bad for ruining his proposal, for screwing up what should have been the happiest moment of either of their lives.

Then Miu will see. She'll see how much they need each other, how ridiculous she's being about this all.