I felt something on my face, and flinched a little as I lifted my head up and saw Dabi sitting on the edge of the bed. He was running his knuckles over my cheek, gently waking me.

"Dabi!" I yelled and threw myself into his arms. He held me close to him, and I crawled into his lap. I held him as tight as I could, and wrapped my legs around his waist. His giant hands running up and down my back, as I buried my face deeper into his neck.

Neither of us said anything as we just stayed there in silence. Holding each other.

"Where have you been?" I asked him. "You didn't tell me you left, and then you didn't call for days-."

"My phone broke." He told me and pulled away from me to show me his broken phone. I took it from him and looked at it while I was still on his lap. "And you work too much, I didn't want to wake you before I left."

"I can fix this." I told him and went to stand up off his lap, but his arms just wrapped around me tighter.

"See that's what I'm talking about." He told me and threw his phone to the other side of the room. "You need to take a break from working."

"I did." I told him.

"A break that's not just sleeping." He said and I hung my head a little. He sighed, and pulled me towards him and we sat there with our foreheads touching. "I promise mouse, one day I'm going to take you away from here."

I hummed, and thought about what it would be like if we tried living normal lives. At this point, it's not even possible. Maybe for me, because my face has never been seen to the public, like Dabi's or Shigaraki's. But I don't think a normal life for Dabi, was even possible.

"I missed you." I told him.

"I missed you too." He told me, and I looked down and saw that he had new stitching on his lower abdomen.

"Oh my god are you okay?" I asked him and looked at it.

"I'm fine." He said and made me look away from his wound.

"Is that why you didn't come home?" I asked him and he nodded like it was no big deal. Before I could say anything he slammed his lips into mine.

"You talk too much sometimes." He told me, and interrupted me once again with more kisses. "I like you in my clothes." He said and I felt his hands slip under the bottom of his sweatshirt. "No pants. What about a shirt?" He asked as his hands went higher.

His hands ran over my back, and once he felt that I wasn't wearing anything else except my underwear, he smirked into our kiss. I felt his fingers wrap around the front of me and over my chest. I felt my nipples get hard at the sensation of getting attention.

"What a naughty little mouse." He growled in my ear, before lifting me up and throwing me down on the bed. I smiled as I knew what was going to happen when he laid down on top of me.

"I don't even know if you deserve that kind of attention." I told him as I rolled over onto my side so I didn't look directly at him. "You were mean and didn't call me."

"Mouse." He said in a warning tone. "Don't be a brat."

"I still haven't gotten an apology." I said. His hand wrapped around my face and made me look at him while he also used his knee to spread my legs apart, and allow him to lower himself onto me farther.

"Then maybe I should fuck an apology into you." He said, and his hand slipped into my underwear, and he started touching me. I closed my eyes at the sudden feeling of being touched, and bit my bottom lip. I didn't want to give him my voice yet, he was still a jerk.

"Is that what you want?" He asked me, in my ear. "Do you want me to make you cum until you can't fucking think anymore? Do you want my hands to ravish you, until I'm all you think about? Till your legs are shaking and back is broken?"

His fingers danced lightly around my opening, and I was waiting for him to stick his fingers in me. To touch me, to stretch me, to completely and utterly devour me. But the bastard didn't do it.

"Are you going to answer me?" He asked me, and he knew I was waiting.

"Please." I said.

"Please what?" He asked me, and his hot breath was rolling over my face.

"Apologize to me." I told him, and at the same time his fingers entered me my back arched off the bed. Dabi buried his face in my neck, and and I felt his lips suctioned to the skin on my throat. My breathing was picking up, matching with the speed of Dabi's fingers.

I wrapped my hands around his wrist and tried to get him to at least slow down, but he pushed passed my grip.

"Mouse let me hear you." Dabi growled in my ear, as his fingers started curling. Pushing on a certain part, making me whimper. I didn't like letting others hear me, I wanted to try and be quiet because everyone would always say something about it.

But of course, Dabi liked it. He liked when others complained about me being too loud. He always says, that's how he knows that he did a good job.

He suddenly pushed even deeper with his fingers and a small moan was forced passed my lips.

"That's it mouse, squeak for me." He growled in my ear, with a quiet moan flowing out of his mouth too. When we had sex for the first time, Dabi had made a joke about how giving pleasure is his best aspect.

Which, I wouldn't say it was a joke entirely.

I dug my nails into his arm, and I felt my legs starting to shake.

"Dabi." I moaned out as quietly as I could.

"That's not my name right now baby." He hummed into my jaw, and I felt him leaving a hickey before moving onto a new spot every couple of seconds. Dabi loved marking me, making me have marks everywhere for me to see later in the reflections of my computers.

"Daddy." I breathed out, and Dabi went faster.

"Are you going to cum baby?" He asked me.

"Uh huh." I gasped, and Dabi just chuckled into my neck.

"Cum." He told me, his gravelly voice vibrating off my skin sent a special tingle down my spine in just the right way to do as he commanded. I bit my tongue and tasted blood, as a huge wave of pleasure washed over and through me.

I came on his hand, but he didn't stop.

"Stop hiding that fucking beautiful voice from me." He demanded, and I could feel his fingers heating up inside me as he kept fingering me. I couldn't take much more of his fingers and let my voice flow. "That's it baby. Cry out because of me."

After another minute of torturing me, he finally took his hand away and I felt my body shake as it continued to come down.

"You're such a good little slut." He whispered in my ear as he crawled down my body. "My good little slut." He said before ripping my panties off.