He needs this more than Miu will ever know.

"Comfy?"

Dabi doesn't expect a clear response, but Miu tries; she nods her head and tilts her hips upward.

"No baby doll, not yet."

It was easy to procure handcuffs; Dabi had four pairs, shiny and each coming with a set of keys. They look like bangles on Miu's ankles and wrists, pretty pieces of jewelry, the delicate chains binding each limb to a bedpost. Dabi had debated having Miu keep on the dress on. He occasionally saw Miu in blouses and form fitting jeans, but there was something about the few dresses she owned that got something in Dabi.

The flower patterns, the ruffled hems, the way they wrapped around her figure while still keeping her modestly covered. It was sexy but cute, like a grown up version of a child's dress. It made Miu look innocently tantalizing and it made Dabi's urges alternate between wanting to just hold her in his lap or rip off any shred of cloth obstructing his wandering hands. Tonight is the latter. It's been far, far too long since they've been intimate and Miu is willing so Dabi won't let this chance go to waste.

His hands creep over her skin, fingers splayed and massaging his way up her parted thighs. The skin between them is incredibly soft. Dabi bends forward and hears Miu's breath hitch as he gently nips at the area just below her uncovered pussy. When Dabi sucks, intent on making a nice, dark mark, Miu whines openly. If her legs weren't restrained apart, Dabi knows they would be trying to close in one his head. Miu is incredibly responsive to his touch, always has been; it's a good thing because Dabi wants to know he's doing good.

He wants to be good for her someway.

"Look at you. Slut."

Miu whines again through her gag as Dabi pulls her pussy lips apart and blows on her clit. He's been playing with it for a good ten minutes straight now, just letting the tips of his fingers rub and dip inside her without applying any real pressure. As Dabi does this, his other hand tugs and rolls her nipple while his tongue takes care of the other. Miu's breasts are small but Dabi has never been hung up on tits anyway. But he does like her nipples, pebbled and spit slicked and poking up as Miu moans through closed lips and her back arches to get more.

"You're making a mess on my sheets."

The blanket under Miu has a faint white stain. Dabi has been making her gush over his fingers every few minutes. He wonders how many times he can edge Miu before she just comes all over herself. Alternating between teasing her chest and her wet slit has made Miu little more than a shaky mess and Dabi has to fight to keep from yanking the gag out of her mouth.

Dabi needs this but he knows Miu needs it too. She's strong, stronger than she thinks, and capable but from day one he could see there was more to her than meets the eye. He felt it in the way she trembled the night they met after Dabi made his first offer, could see even through her incredulous laughter at the abruptness of it all. It's only become more pronounced every time they're in bed. Miu never moans louder than when Dabi holds her down, crushes her under him, grabs at her, basically manhandling her as they kiss and fuck. The look on her face is demure as he pounds away from behind and smacks her ass, as he shoves his cock down her throat, even when he holds her hard enough to leave the faintest bruises. Dabi tests the waters a little more each time, a rougher touch here, a filthy word there, and Miu had never once objected. She begs him for love bites on her neck, to go harder, to ruin her.

At least she did. Dabi frowns to himself contemplatively as Miu's eyes roll to the back of her head. His finger is lazily rolling back and forth on her clit, the hard, throbbing nub slick and oversensitized.

"I've been missing you. Do you think you deserve to cum after ignoring daddy for so long?"

Miu struggles to look at him; she can't take looking right at him when they're like this. She can take the dirty talk, the vulgarity, the raw pleasure, but she can't ever seem to meet his eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. Dabi thinks it's adorable.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you like this."

Miu's eyelids fly open and not even the gag can completely muffle her shriek as Dabi all but forces four of his fingers inside her. His thumb is against her clit.

"I'll get you ready for my cock."

Miu tosses her head from side to side as Dabi begins to pump his hand; the stretch burns a bit. It's been awhile, but Miu is able to bear it with Dabi leaning over to tug at her nipple with his teeth. For a long moment he just sucks and keeps his hand immobile inside her, thumbs circling her clit, but not pressing directly on it.

"Don't pull too hard. You'll hurt yourself." Dabi drawls as Miu writhes and involuntarily pulls at the handcuffs at her ankles and wrists. His hot breath is fanning over her face and Miu can smell alcohol. Dabi is still drunk but his cock is hard and poking out from the hole in his loose boxers. Miu screams when Dabi rolls his wrist and his fingers inside her.

"Hey, calm down. I can barely fit my fingers in with you tensing up." Dabi smiles darkly. "Or are you that close?"
Miu nods weakly and Dabi grins wider.

"Then be my good girl. Cum on my fingers or I won't let you go tonight."

Despite the shiver of pleasure that makes Miu's toes curl as Dabi brings her over the edge, there's a shadow of anxiety that almost makes her blood run cold through her orgasm. Dabi still has that half smirk plastered on his face; his eyes are bright but unfocused and Miu wonders how bad his hangover will be in the morning.

"Fuck I felt that."

Dabi isn't stopping. His thumbs presses hard on her throbbing clit every time he shoves his hand back and forth inside Miu; she jerking on the sheets, almost convulsing, sobbing through the ball gag to the point drool slips past her stretched open lips. She feel her eyes burn. It's too much.

"Sh...just making sure your pussy is ready. Are you ready for daddy's cock?"

Before Miu can attempt a response, her phone buzzes on the table next to the bed. Dabi ignored it at first, but then it buzzes twice more. He cocks an eyebrow and glances at the clock on her phone.

"It's past midnight."

Dabi really doesn't mean to look at the screen and the little notification that says who is texting Miu at such a late hour. He figures it's her mom or something, so he just barely glances over it; who else would be texting her so late at night?

But before Miu can even guess herself, she feels a thrill of dread well up in her.

"What the fuck?"
Dabi pulls away and wipes his hand on the already dirty sheet carelessly. Miu tries to say something, look irate and communicate to Dabi to leave her phone alone, but it's too late. His eyes are narrowed as he picks up the phone and reads the last text.

"I'm sorry for making things weird earlier. Hope you got home safe." Dabi reads the message with little inflection in his voice. His eyes travel back to Miu, still prone and spread open for him to see. "What does that mean? What was weird?"

Miu can't speak of course, but Dabi doesn't really want an answer. Her eyes say it all. Dabi sets the phone down and undos the ball gag slowly. His gaze is blank. Cold.

"Answer me and don't you dare fucking lie."
"I...Dabi, it's not what you think. Hitoshi, he...he just told me he liked me."
"Oh yeah? That's it?"

Miu nods but Dabi just shakes his head; he almost laughing and that scares Miu more than if he was calm.

"You know, why do I get the feeling that's bullshit?"

"Dabi, let me go so we can talk."

"Talk? About what? About how you lied? About how you went out with Shinsou to get back at me?"

"What?! That's not what happened!"

"How can I believe you?"
"Dabi, please, I didn't even know he felt that way! Look, Shinsou tried to kiss me but I told him no and then he apologized. That's all that happened and it's over, you saw the text, he feels bad about it! I didn't say anything because….because…"
"What? Come on, what Miu? Because I'm crazy? Because I'm the asshole and you're so fucking perfect?"

Miu is shivering like a leaf. "Dabi, please let me go."

Dabi glares down at her in disbelief. "Oh great, now I'm the bad guy? I have a right to be angry. He's my boss! He knows we're together and he made a pass at you! How do you expect me to fucking react?!"

Dabi slams his fist down on the table and Miu flinches violently and suddenly enough that the handcuffs dig into her ankles. Dabi's hard stare gives away to what was something of a vacant look. He's gazing at her like he's been shaken from some deep thought, like he just realized she was there.

"Baby doll...? Are you scared I'm gonna kill him or hurt you?"

"I...I want these off now. Please, Dabi, I-!"

Miu can't say another word. The tears are pouring from her eyes and her nose is all but dripping snot as she sobs and buries the side of her face into the pillow. Dabi is on her immediately, petting her hair and turning her face toward him. His voice is just short of frantic, so different from the chilling wrath of a few seconds ago.

"Baby doll? Miu, no, no, I'm not...god, I'd never-sh, sh, it's okay…."

Miu cries for at least three minutes straight. She can't even form words. Dabi bundles her in his arms as well as he can and pressed chaste kisses all over her face, forehead; his fingers run through her hair gently, combing out the tangles. He shushes her like a mother trying to calm down a crying baby.

"It's okay. It's okay, I won't do anything. Miu, I would never hurt you. I won't pick a fight, I won't do a thing, okay? Is that what you think? Are you scared? I won't do anything, okay? Sh, calm down, it's me Miu...it's daddy...daddy loves you...I love you…"

Dabi finally kisses her on the lips, closed mouthed and sweet. Miu's eyes feel raw and her body is limp in his tight hold.

"So pretty...so pretty…"
She feels him push inside her and offers no resistance, no objection. Miu has never felt so drained in her life.

"So good...I'm not mad baby doll. I know it wasn't your fault. I know you were just worried. I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to lie to me."

Dabi pants softly into her ear as he thrusts, but he's snapping his hips forward hard enough to stab Miu's cervix. She's whimpering and recoiling as Dabi's fingers dig painfully into her arms and his teeth nip at her neck.

"You're a good girl. My good girl...you're still mine, right?"
Miu is sobbing in half pain and pleasure; his cock is so deep and his pace so brutal, she can hardly even breathe. Dabi is looking down at her through half closed eyes; he raises himself up and angles his hips to slam that much harder into Miu's wet pussy. He can hear the smacking, hear how turned on she still is.

"It's not your fault. Daddy was upset with that boy. He shouldn't have taken it out on you. Can you forgive me?"

Miu looks hesitant and Dabi almost stops moving altogether.

"Baby doll? Do you forgive me?"

Miu nods once and keeps her eyes averted. Dabi smiles and nuzzles his nose into her neck and keeps pounding away like she's his personal cocksleeve. Maybe he means to be gentle, but Miu knows she'll have bruises for sure in the morning.

"I knew you were my good girl."

Dabi is rocking into her now, just grinding his cock in and enjoying the way Miu's face pinches and sweat rolls down the side if her temple. Her tits bounces just barely and he knows he's probably being too rough but Miu's not complaining, so he continues on.

"I'll let you go in a second. Daddy is close. You're doing so perfect…who am I kidding?" Dabi chuckles softly, almost to himself. "You are perfect."

Dabi pitches forward and Miu is screaming now, yanking against the restraints from the force of his hips. He wants to ruin her.

"Yes...yes, yes yes, fucking take my cock, take my fucking cock baby doll." Dabi moans and relishes in the way Miu squeezes him so tight and looks so, so, so pretty in the handcuffs keeping her down and spread open, loves how her legs are spread just for him and how her pussy just keeps sucking his swollen cock in like a vice.

Miu belongs here and she knows it. She rejected him, because he is not worthy to be in Dabi's spot. No one else is.

"My little girl...my baby doll forever.."

This is what finally makes Dabi finish inside her, makes his vision go white and his whole body seize up at the sheer pleasure. He doesn't even pull out, as much as he wants to see his cum drip from her insides. Dabi breathes in and out, nuzzles Miu's cheek and smiles tiredly.

"I really did miss this. Was it good?"

Dabi's smile wanes; he can hear Miu sniffle. He rises halfway to look at her and sees a grimace on her face.

"Miu?"

Even though Dabi pulls out as gently as possible, it makes Miu hiss in pain. She opens her eyes to look at him and they're glistening with unshed tears.

Dabi doesn't say a word as he looks down. His limp cock is streaked with blood and it's all he can do to stop shaking so he can release Miu's arms and legs.

Before he can so much as utter an apology, she passes out, leaving him to his horror.