Dabi stared at her as though she were just a point of focus, a place to rest his eyes while his mind was otherwise occupied. He'd been at it for some time, and didn't even notice Ayumu's pencil flying over her sketchbook. That had been the largest "reward" she'd received so far, other than her own toiletries and clothes. To be fair, the others were hardly a "reward" when Dabi had commented on how he enjoyed her scent with her own products, and how much softer her hair was now.
He also chose her clothing for her, so having it was hardly an improvement seeing as he put her in tiny shorts and bralettes, or the skimpiest dresses she owned. He'd even made her forego panties one day, the damned perv.
Fortunately, the League was busy planning something, so his time was limited. Shigaraki's was nearly nonexistent, though he had still tugged her into his room a few times to curl up around while he slept.
Leader of the League of Villains, possessor of perhaps the most destructive Quirk on Earth, used Ayumu as a teddy bear.
Dabi's cell phone vibrated in his pocket; he blinked his heart-flame blue eyes, rubbed the heel of his palm over it while tugging the phone out. "Shit."
"What?" Her forearm hovered over the textured paper protectively.
"I gotta go." He tugged a hand through his hair, then refocused on her. "Whatcha drawing', doll?"
Her cheeks warmed. "Just sketching." He encircled her wrist and slid it back, a smirk tugging at his staples when he saw his own face in granite. "I wasn't done yet."
He turned it, inspecting the paper with a sort of hesitant, thoughtful amusement. She had the basics of his features already blocked out and detailed; heavily lidded eyes were pensive, the line of his mouth nearly straight, a slight wrinkle between his brows. There were light lines indicating the edges where his unmarked skin met scar tissue, but she had yet to add in any texture, and his piercings and staples weren't added yet either.
"Didn't know I was such an interesting model for you, sweetheart." He turned the sketchbook back toward her. "How about I pose nude for you some time? You can paint me, even."
Ayumu rolled her eyes. "You were so still, I figured I might as well take the opportunity."
"Hm." He studied her face. "I might be gone until tomorrow some time. We have a thing tonight. You gonna be alright?"
"If you leave me off the chain I can even feed myself."
Dabi scoffed. "And trust you wandering around the base? Not fucking likely. I'll take you to use the toilet before we leave, and have some food in here for you, too."
"So, what, I'm supposed to sit here like a dog until you come back?" She huffed, setting aside the book and pencil. "How about giving me my phone? We could sext?"
"Tempting," Dabi chuckled. "How about…" He gazed around his room. "I'll turn off the internet and you can game, or watch some movies, or some shit?
Her brows rose at the oddly thoughtful offer. "I'd like that."
He leaned forward and brushed a kiss over her forehead. "Gotta take care of my girl. And for the record, you're way more of a kitten than a dog." He set about preparing for the mission, grabbing his jacket and walking in and out of the room a few times, then standing at his television with a controller in hand and an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips. "Alright." He handed her the controller and shrugged a plastic bag off his shoulder. "TV and shit is all set up for you. Here's some food, water. I got big bottles for you just in case. Though if you'd prefer a bucket…" Her cheeks flooded as she got his implication. "If you're a good girl while we're gone, maybe I'll have a special treat for you tomorrow."
Her eyes narrowed.
"I mean it. You've been pretty good despite all the mission shit lately." His fingers tangled in her hair as he cradled her nape.
"Something I'll like?"
"If you're good." Dabi tilted her chin up and oppressed a quick, heated kiss against her lips, tongue searing at the seam of her mouth. "C'mon, I'll take you to the bathroom."
Ayumu was nodding in and out of consciousness when the creaming began. Whirls of blinding blue and orange faded away as she sat up, heart racing in her chest. "What the fuck?"
The door swung closed, an amused Dabi grinning at her in front of it. "Hey, baby girl. Did you miss me?"
"What's going on?"
It was so late it was early— or perhaps it was getting late again. She'd lost track of time locked up alone in his room. The exhausted villain sat beside her and released her ankle from its confines, running his searing hand up her calf. "Just our mission completion reward. Fuck, you look so sweet in my bed." He pushed her on her back, hovering over her.
"Why exactly is your reward screaming?" she asked, turning her head away as his laps lowered. He laid them against her neck instead, groaning as he tasted her salty skin. "Dabi?"
"I'd rather think about making you scream," he countered.
Ayumu took a whiff of his scent and wrinkled her nose. He stank of sweat and smoke and blood. "Uh, you need a shower."
"Only if you take one with me."
She rolled her eyes, then frowned thoughtfully. That would get her closer to whoever was screaming; she might be able to get more out of him. "Hm. That's not a bad idea. I could use one myself."
He crawled off her, grinning lazily as he held out a hand for her, guiding her toward the shower.
The hallway sounded with the slightly muffled words raging from the bar. She could narrow down the direction now, but couldn't quite make out what the words were. Whoever it was had quite the set of lungs. And they were pissed, which eased her heart enough that her urgency lessened. Better angry than the alternative.
The bathroom was still humid from someone showering before they did, but blessedly empty. Dabi adjusted the temperature, ushering her under its stream. His eyes danced over her nude, glistening form. "Fuck, baby girl, you are a sight. I'm gonna have to fuck you after every fight from now on."
"We are supposed to be showering," she reminded him, turning to wet her hair.
He shoved her against the wall, the cool tiles sending a shiver over her. "I wanna get you all messy first. How about I fill that sweet little pussy up?" Dabi lifted one of her legs to nestle in close. "It's been a week since you started the pills Doc gave you, yeah?"
"It has," she acknowledged.
"So no more whining about me cumming inside you."
She sighed, head rolling back to stare at the ceiling. "Dabi—"
Ayumu choked as two fingers entered her, assaulting her walls. He sissored them to open her up, then spat on his hand to spread it over the head of his dick.
"Dabi," she tried again.
He grinned, pushing into her. Her walls burned with the stretch, breath catching as the balls of each piercing passed inside of her. "Keep calling my name, doll. It's like fuckin' music." His other arm tugged up her other thigh until she wrapped them both around him, only the wall and his strength keeping her up,
Her back arched. It hurt in the best way, and she could feel herself getting wetter, easing his way.
"That's it, babygirl, let daddy stretch you out." His lips lingered on her throat, teeth tickling at the space between throat and shoulder. "Gonna make you cum on my dick."
A whine tore from her chest. "Please."
Dabi laughed, leaned into her, and nosed her cheek. "You can do better than that." All the while his thrusts were slow and deep.
"Please make me cum, daddy. Wanna come on your dick so bad," she tried again, arching herself into him. She hated him, absolutely loathed him, but the places he hit inside of her were like the sweetest strokes to raw nerves.
He hummed against her throat. "Go ahead, baby." His pelvis rolled against her own, grinding against her clit and pushing her over the edge.
Ayumu's spine bowed, toes curling, core milking his length so that she could have counted his piercings sawing inside of her if it weren't for the white-hot pleasure weaving through her.
"Fuck." He drilled against her harder, teeth grabbing at her earlobe and sucking violently. All of the sensations kept her on that mountain until he groaned and pulsed inside of her, then stilled. They panted against one another as the aftershocks faded, then he gently lowered her legs back to the floor. "That's my girl."
Dabi washed her hair for her, laid kisses and sucked hickeys into her, the smooth skin of her neck and shoulders, dried her when they got out. "Here." He had a loose midriff top that slipped off one shoulder and a pair of her tiniest shorts. They weren't anything she wore regularly, but whatever. At least he'd also given her underwear.
He donned dark jeans and a black tee himself, and she rolled her eyes. At least he got to cover himself.
"So?" she prodded.
"So, what?"
Ayumu rolled her eyes again. They were gonna stick like that one of these days with how often she did it around him. "You promised me a surprise, remember?"
"Oh yeah." Dabi grinned, setting aside the towel as he finished drying his hair. "You were curious about the screaming, right?"
His smile set her on edge. "Um, yeah. You aren't torturing someone, are you?"
"Nah. Just c'mon, doll." He led her out toward the bar.
Upon entering her eyes honed in on the blond boy tied to a chair.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You psychopaths kidnapped a child?"