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thesakuragarnet · 8 days ago

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can you take it, baby?

Summary:

Pro Hero Dabi doesn’t know how he ended up like this.

Tied up.

Limbs spread.

Vulnerable.

Helpless.

In the Villain Mirko’s bed.

But, here he is.

And right now, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Inspired by the Halsey song: safeword :)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 4,278

AO3 link

Tags: MiruDabi, swearing, explicit s3xual content, rolereversal AU!, Villain!Miruko, Hero!Dabi, sub Dabi, dom Miruko, 0ral s3x, p3gging, s3x toys, BDSM, smut, making out, pwp, Dabi sucks the strap, face-sitting, overall LEWD!!!, safe/sane/consensual

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Chapter One: How It Started

The elusive Villain Mirko’s leather boot slams into the middle of Pro Hero Dabi’s chest, pinning him down to the alleyway cobblestones.

He’s been chasing her all night, trying to track her down after the cat burglar and underground fighter was spotted leaving a club in Hosu.

Mirko is a renowned villain, known for her incomparable strength, determination, and beauty.

Dabi’s drawn to her in a way that makes him nervous. And now, he’s gotten too close.

He stares up at her, eyes blinking in the darkness.

“Stay down, pretty boy,” Mirko hisses playfully, almost as if it’s a direct order.

Dabi gulps.

His face heats up.

Something about the way she said that…about what she said…about being pinned beneath her, at her mercy.

It’s addictive, and Rumi immediately notices.

She raises her eyebrow, a seductive, sly smirk spreading across her face.

“Oh?” Rumi clicks her tongue, digging her heel harder into his chest, making Touya wince and groan softly. “You like it when I call you, pretty boy? You got a thing for powerful women, huh?”

Dabi remains silent, his lips pressing into a thin line as the blush spreads across his cheeks, dark and damning, even in the shadows.

“Your silence speaks volumes, honey,” Rumi winks, leaning forward until she’s in a split, her heel sliding up his chest to rest by Dabi’s temple…and her crotch touching his.

She can feel his growing erection beneath her, and it makes her shiver deliciously.

Dabi’s mouth feels dry, and he is struggling to keep it together. His body heats up, flames dancing just below the surface as the dark gray lines in his suit transform into glowing cerulean.

“You’re adorable,” She coos, reaching forward to cup his chin.

“Don’t-” Dabi tries to choke out, but Rumi presses a black leather-gloved finger to his lips.

“Shhhh. If you really don’t want this, I’ll stop. I’m a villain, but I’m not a monster,” She murmurs.

That makes Touya’s eyes glitter, and he doesn’t say anything when she pulls her hand back. There’s silence, save for the hustle-and-bustle of late-night Hosu City foot traffic at the far end of the alleyway.

Touya’s heartbeat thumps in his ears.

“I got a place not too far from here. You wanna come home with me for the night?” She proposes, batting her incredibly long lashes at him.

“I-uh-um-” Dabi stammers, completely lost for words. His emotional and physical reactions are going against everything he knows. He should capture her. He should bring her to justice. But… damn.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say… rabbit ?” She teases, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest, accentuating her breasts.

“Fuck, I wish,” Touya huffs in one breath before gritting his teeth, hating that he let his innermost thoughts be spoken out loud.

Immediately, Rumi leaps off him, landing on her feet with unfathomable precision.

Before Dabi can react, she scoops him up off the ground bridal style, one arm under his knees and the other cradling his shoulders.

Touya blinks, barely believing what’s happening.

“So, firefly. You wanna come home with me?” She asks again.

“Uh-huh,” He blurts, staring dumbly at her enchanting ruby-red eyes.

This is insane.

Rumi Usagiyama is one of Japan’s most wanted criminals. She’s known for beating anyone who crosses her to a bloody pulp if she gets cornered.

Now, she’s caressing Touya in her arms like he’s a lost puppy she found in the middle of the street.

Chapter Two: How It's Goin'

Pro Hero Dabi doesn’t know how he ended up like this.

Tied up.

Limbs spread.

Vulnerable.

Helpless.

In the Villain Mirko’s bed.

But, here he is.

And right now, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

This isn’t the first time.

This isn’t even the sixth.

It certainly isn’t the last.

“Tell me the safe word again, sweetheart,” Rumi coos, a bit of mockery in her voice as she cups Touya’s cheek. She stands at the bedside, admiring her handiwork, pulling on the ropes that keep Touya in the starfish position, making sure the knots are taut on the bedposts.

“The colors,” Touya stutters, loathing how pathetically his voice leaves his lips.

“What colors?” Rumi clicks her tongue, leaning forward, letting Dabi get a closer view of her tits in the black leather corset, the shapewear flattering her already gorgeous figure.

“Fuck, Rumi, stop it,” He whines, shaking his head in a way that lets some of his fluffy white hair fall in front of his eyes. He pitifully tries to blow the strands out of his line of sight.

She hates it when he whines. Her sultry smile turns into a scowl as she stalks toward him, gently pushing the hair out of his face.

“And here I thought you were gonna be a good boy today,” Rumi huffs, eyes narrowed, “I guess you don’t want to have some catch-and-release time with me after all.”

“Wait!” Dabi blurts, desperate and begging and full of fear.

Mirko’s lips curl from a playful pout to a devilish sneer.

“You know what word I’m looking for, baby,” Rumi hums in a sing-song voice.

Dabi finally gives in with a reluctant breath.

“Red. Red and you stop.”

“There we go. Was that so hard?” Rumi smiles deviously. “And what else? If you can’t speak?”

Touya’s pouting now.

“Come on, Rue,” He groans, feeling his throat ache. Man, he’s already getting worked up…the restraint isn’t helping. Rumi’s gonna tear him a new one if he starts crying before she wants him to.

Her ears twitch, sticking straight up as her eyes flash.

“Whose bed are you in?” She demands before reaching up to tighten the restraints.

Touya cringes.

He knows he’s fucked up.

“Yours,” He begrudgingly stammers.

“Whose room is this?” She grits her teeth as she vaults onto the bed, her knees on either of his torso.

Touya’s heart leaps in his chest.

In the split-second of her jumping, he realizes she’s only wearing the corset.

“Yours,” He repeats, his voice cracking as his heart thumps against his ribcage.

“Who is in charge here?” She growls, flexing her heavily muscled thighs.

“You,” Dabi stutters.

Rumi’s defiant glare melts into a satisfied grin.

“Good boy,” She coos, “But you’re just going to have to be patient for me today. Because you’ve pissed me off.”

Touya swallows the whimper building in his throat.

He’s anything but patient.

And, unfortunately, he knows exactly what she’s talking about.

Rumi’s own personal form of torture for Touya…to see how hard she can make him without touching him…or letting him touch her.

Touya shudders as she slowly crawls up his body, shifting so she’s hovering over him…until her dripping cunt is a few inches above his face.

Touya strains against the ropes; he could burn through them if he really wanted to, but he knows better.

He won’t get his reward if he burns through the restraints…not unless she tells him.

Rumi slips a hand between her legs, gasping as she starts fingering herself.

“Fuck,” Dabi whimpers, salivating as he watches her fingers, completely transfixed, shuddering. He can feel the heat coming off her, and it’s driving him insane.

His cock strains in his pants, throbbing and aching.

“Please,” He stammers, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

She’s so fucking wet for him.

Her faint gasps just make him even harder.

She takes her fingers out, dripping and pruned up, coated in her fluids as she looks down at him.

“Open.”

Touya’s jaw drops, and she promptly shoves her fingers onto his tongue, which he eagerly begins sucking.

He shivers at her flavor, licking her fingers clean with raunchy enthusiasm, nearly gagging when she sticks them too far back into his throat.

She jerks her fingers free with a smug smirk on her face.

“How’d I taste?” She teases.

“Fucking delicious,” Dabi groans without a second thought.

“Good boy,” Mirko praises before moving until her thighs are on either side of his head.

“Remember to breathe,” She soothes before lowering herself down.

Dabi moans into her pussy, licking and sucking like his life depends on it, practically suffocating with a blissful expression on his face.

“Mmnnngh…Rumii…god… ,” Dabi slurs, muffled by Rumi’s slick folds, completely losing himself in desire.

Mirko’s ears twitch as she listens to the obnoxious slurps beneath her, moaning as she grinds on his face, feeling his hot tongue slither inside her.

“That’s it, baby,” She groans, fisting his hair to get a grip as she rolls her hips, her clit rubbing against his nose.

Dabi whines, voice cracking into a shrill moan as he continues devouring her, flexing his tongue against her walls as he strains his neck.

He can’t get enough of her…her taste…her smell…everything.

It’s making his dick ache, longing for release.

“Fuck,” Mirko gasps, back arching as Touya moves his head to tonguefuck her, moving in and out, trying to bury himself in her pussy.

His lips brush her clit before wrapping around the nub, tongue laving over it, making her tense up. It swirls around and around, stimulating as much as humanly possible. The noises she makes are the sweetest melody to Touya’s ears.

He wants to make her come.

He wants to make her come so bad.

“Use me,” Touya moans into her sex, sticking his tongue out for her to grind on.

Mirko doesn’t need any encouragement as she ruts against his face.

Touya feels lightheaded, wondering if he’s going to come in his pants just from eating her out.

Her feeling good makes him feel good.

He’s obsessed with pleasing Rumi just as much as he’s greedy for her to touch him.

He would love for her to wrap her mouth around his cock.

He would love to come down her throat.

His self-control is splintering, but he can’t break the bindings.

She won’t like that.

And right now, Rumi is in control. Not him.

His fantasies give Touya renewed vigor, and he starts panting, licking broad, deliberate strokes up the length of her pussy as she grinds against him.

The extra friction makes Mirko cry out, and she sails over the edge, thighs threatening to pop Touya’s head like a balloon as she shoves her cunt on his face.

Touya groans, savoring everything he can as he swallows her juices.

She rides him through her orgasm, breaths coming out heavy and heated as she stills her hips, climbing off of him with shaking legs.

Touya’s face is beet red as he licks the rest of her off his lips.

“Touch me,” Rumi orders.

FWOOSH!

The black ropes ignite in flashes of cerulean, turning into ash within seconds and dissolving into thin air before Touya vaults forward. His hands immediately wrap around Rumi to finger through the ribbons at the back of her corset.

“So eager,” Rumi giggles, rolling her eyes when Touya mumbles something under his breath about her tying the knot too tight.

Finally, he loosens the string, and the backing opens, falling off of her and revealing her perfect tits.

Touya feels the heat rush to his cheeks and the blood rush to his cock as he tosses the corset to the side, immediately looking to Rumi for permission.

“Go ahead,” She nods, her steely resolve dissolving when Touya’s scrambling to shove one of her tits into his mouth, cupping the other with his hand.

“Fuck,” Her voice cracks into a saccharine whine as Touya’s tongue drags over her nipple, sucking the bud while he pinches the other one between his fingers.

Rumi palms at Touya’s erection, hand snaking down and making him twitch.

Fuck, she's finally touching him...fuck. It feels so good.

Touya feels so good.

He wants her to touch him forever.

He continues fondling her breasts.

The fact that he can’t even fit half of her tit in his mouth makes him shudder.

Dabi's hands trace Mirko's skin, worshipping her body as his eyes lift to see her head thrown back, mouth agape, whispering fervent praise.

The sight makes him want to melt into the floor. It makes his stomach drop and goosebumps prickle over his skin. It makes him feel dizzy and delightful.

Breath hisses out of Touya’s nose as he squeezes and sucks, tongue laving over her flesh, tasting her sweat and breathing in her perfume.

He shoves his face between her breasts, kissing the soft skin in the middle of her chest as he licks up to her neck, thumbs flicking her nipples.

Her other hand combs through his fluffy white hair, gently scratching at his scalp as he sinks his teeth into her neck, gently biting and pressing sweet kisses.

“Good boy,” She whispers, voice breaking with a quiet, shuddering moan as she rolls her hips, rubbing her pussy against his clothed dick.

Touya groans as his hands fall to her hips, snaking around to squeeze her ass. Yet another part of her that he can’t fit in his palms.

He can’t help it. He’s got an animalistic attraction to her. She’s beautiful.

His fingers roam, finding her inconspicuous tail, but, the moment he touches it, Rumi’s eyes flash open.

WHAM!

Touya’s pinned beneath her, eyes wide like prey staring into the eyes of a voracious predator.

“You know not to touch that,” She seethes, and Touya begins blubbering apologies, fear seizing his heart.

Rumi’s eyes soften, her expression shifting from furious to amused.

She loves how whipped Touya is for her.

“Shhhhh. It’s alright,” She hushes, lightly kissing his forehead.

Touya flinches, aching for more. More touches. More kisses. More lewd, salacious words.

Mirko gracefully somersaults off the bed, landing in front of her nightstand and opening the top drawer.

Her teeth gleam in the soft lights as she reaches inside, pulling out the double-ended, violet, strapless strap-on and its remote.

Saliva pools in Touya’s mouth.

He knows Rumi will give him the remote if he’s good.

The remote controls the part that goes inside her.

The remote helps her feel good.

Rumi snaps and points to the floor in front of her as she turns around.

Embarrassingly, Touya scrambles off the bed, sitting in front of her on his knees like a dog.

He’s too absorbed in the scene to register what he’s doing.

Touya Todoroki is under her spell.

Enraptured in her beauty.

Devoted to her in the most intrinsic way.

“I want you to show me how much you want it,” Rumi chuckles darkly, lubing up the curved end of the toy before slipping it inside her with a soft moan.

Touya watches it disappear inside her folds, gaze transfixed as he breathes deeply.

It only takes a few moments before she gets to the hilt, holding it in with her Kegels and letting the five-inch violet silicone cock angle forward, pointing toward Touya’s face.

“Suck it,” Rumi sneers, and Touya raises just the slightest, parting his lips, never breaking eye contact as he suckles the tip.

Rumi sighs softly, the toy rocking inside her as Touya bobs his head, taking it bit by bit, deeper and deeper.

Dabi’s eyes are locked onto hers, full of pure, unadulterated worship as he fights his gag reflex, taking as much of the silicone as he can into his mouth until his eyes start watering.

“Doing so well for me,” Rumi coos, running a hand through Dabi’s hair and softly scratching at his scalp. “You can take a little more, can’t you?”

Dabi sniffles, nearly choking as he holds his breath and pushes forward, feeling tears fall down his face as he takes it to the hilt, lips pressing against her sex.

Rumi’s hand turns to a fist in his hair, roughly holding him still as she rolls her hips, forcing a startled yelp from Touya as he coughs around the cock.

He breathes harshly through his nose as she fucks his throat, groaning with his mouth full, noises strangled and miserable as tears stream down his face.

His hands grab at her thighs, unable to fully grasp the bulging muscles as he tries to hold on for dear life, completely at her mercy as she keeps him in place.

“Fuck,” Mirko rasps, throwing her head back as she feels Touya’s face slamming into her crotch over and over and over again as she forces him to deepthroat the toy.

He’s completely wrecked, drooling and crying and wailing with his mouth full.

She finally releases her grip, letting Touya fall back, gasping for air and coughing, blinking away tears.

“Color?” Rumi raises her eyebrow, noting his hacking fit.

“Gre-” Touya clears his throat, “Green.”

He wipes his eyes.

“Green. I’m good. I promise-I’ll be good. I promise,” He splutters, “Please-please-pleaseplease-” Touya’s eyes glaze over as he starts spiraling into his submissive headspace, craving nothing but all of her attention.

Mirko reaches behind her into the drawer again before snapping and pointing to the bed.

“Clothes off.”

Touya, still begging, promptly leaps onto it, eyes trained on her as he obeys.

The villain’s hands seize something else from the drawer, and her eyes narrow.

In a single, swift motion, Mirko has a ball gag in Touya’s mouth, clasping the straps behind his head.

That shakes Touya out of it.

He hates it when she shuts him up.

“You talk too much, honey,” Rumi clicks her tongue, tapping the ball in the center. Touya leers as she leans forward.

“Remember. Tap three times to stop,” She whispers before pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear, licking up the side and making him shudder.

Dabi nods, breath hissing through his nose.

Fuck, he’s down bad.

This whole enemies-with-benefits thing has gotten out of hand, but Touya doesn’t think he cares anymore.

He and Mirko will keep chasing each other, and he will keep falling into her trap, ending up in her bed, and sneaking out the next day. The cycle repeats.

His cock hangs stiff, soaked in precum that's dribbled down.

Rumi’s kisses move to the back of his neck as she positions herself behind him, dragging her lips down his spine at an agonizingly slow pace. She reaches around, gently massaging the head of his dick with her fingers.

Dabi’s whimpering is muffled by the ball gag, spit leaking out of the side as he feels her hands move to massage his ass. His hands turn to fists in the sheets when he feels her tongue trace his lower back, licking up and down.

He faintly registered the sound of Rumi slicking up the toy, and he flinches when he feels the cold lube dripping into his ass.

“Mnnnfh….mmmmfnph,” Touya slurs something unintelligible through the gag that sounds like a complaint, but it quickly morphs into a lewd tone of pleasure as she coaxes the tip inside him.

Mirko watches intently, carefully rocking her hips, moving the toy in and out, gently spreading him open.

Dabi nearly chokes when he feels her slip all the way inside him. Rumi’s used it on him before…but… fuck, it never gets old.

She fists his hair, pulling him up so his back is against her chest.

“You’re mine, baby,” Rumi purrs in his ear, making Touya practically crumble.

He’s drooling over the gag now, his screams of pleasure muffled as she starts roughly snapping her hips against his.

Touya’s eyes flutter, chest heaving and limbs shaking as he moans, cock bouncing against his abdomen.

This isn’t their first time doing this…and it certainly isn’t the last.

Touya will beg again and again and again.

Rumi’s the drug that he can’t quit. And she knows it.

Rumi’s obsessed with the power trip and control she has over one of the top Heroes.

One of her hands reaches around to cup his pecs, playing with his nipple as she pumps her hips, and Touya twitches as he wails behind the gag.

It feels so fucking good.

He feels so fucking good.

He could let Rumi fuck him forever.

He could let her play with him like a toy until she broke him.

He’s so lost in the lusty haze that he can’t even think straight anymore.

Rumi’s getting off on Touya’s strained moans.

Not to mention the roll of the curved toy inside her with every movement, massaging her insides and kissing the sweet spot.

“Oh…Touya~ !” She keens, feeling fire in the pit of her stomach, indulging in the sensation of Touya’s back against her tits.

She wants to hear him.

Mirko pulls the gag free, and spit drips down Touya’s chin.

“More-more-more-more, please,” Dabi practically sobs.

“Please, what?” Mirko coos, turning his head to face her with the tip of her finger.

“Please, Mommy,” Touya slurs, shame coursing through his veins but carnal need pulsing through his heart.

Rumi takes such good care of him.

Rumi makes him feel so loved.

So worth it.

His overconfident nature has always been a facade, and Mirko’s figured that out.

She loves the way he trembles at her words and touches.

Rumi pitches forward, forcing Touya into the bed sheets as she ruts her hips, her hands sliding up his arms and interlocking her fingers with his.

“Fuck~fuck! Mommy~!~Rumi~! Ah~! ” Touya’s voice is shattered, throat growing sore as it dries out.

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me. Scream for me ~!” Rumi’s desperate rasps pitch into a pornstar moan as she feels the toy pressing against her walls.

Touya’s elbows collapse beneath him, face completely pressing down into the pillow, ass up, as Rumi grabs onto his thighs and humps him ferociously.

The bed creaks.

The frame shakes.

Every stroke.

Every movement.

Every cry of pleasure.

The noises echo off the walls.

Touya wails when he comes, vision going white as the pleasure consumes him, making his body convulse and blue flames lick out of his skin as hot cum spurts onto Rumi’s bedsheets.

Rumi keeps thrusting into him, gasping as she feels heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. She's close.

She leans forward over his back, hips snapping against his ass before she suddenly slides the remote to the sex toy into Touya’s hand.

Instinctively, he grabs it, clicking the remote to life, making the part inside Rumi vibrate.

The villain gasps, panting as her hips jerk.

“Ohhh…fuck, baby,” She keens, muscles tensing as she picks up her rhythm, making Touya whine.

He clicks the remote again.

And again.

“Touya ~!” Rumi moans as she sails over the edge, juices squirting down the strap as she whimpers. Her ears drop as she relishes in the endless vibrations. “Fuck, keep it goin’.”

Touya, still shaking, clicks the button to the highest setting, tears streaming and drool dripping down his face.

“Y-yellow,” Touya slurs out, and Rumi immediately slows her motions, fighting her intrinsic urge to breed him until he’s comatose.

“Fffuck,” Rumi curses breathlessly as a second climax wracks her brain, and, when Touya hears her cry out, he turns off the remote.

“Good fuckin’ boy,” Rumi sighs, her hands running up and down his thighs, pulling another lewd hum from his throat. “Made me feel so good.”

“Relax,” She grunts as she flexes her Kegels, getting a grip on the toy as she pulls it out of him. Weak “ ah~ah~ah” ’s burst from Dabi’s lips until they’re separate, and he feels impossibly empty.

Mirko pushes the rest of the toy out of her, setting it to the side to clean later before grabbing Touya’s shoulder and flipping him over to face her.

The kiss is overwhelming and sloppy, Touya desperately grabbing her and holding her as close as his strength will allow while Rumi caresses him like he’s made of glass.

Touya feels the void slipping away with the skin-to-skin contact.

“Mmnnnnh…mmmm…Rumi…Mnnngh…so perfect…,” Touya drawls between deep, passionate kisses, partially speaking into her mouth.

“Touya,” She sighs breathlessly before slipping her tongue into his mouth, tracing his molars and gliding against his taste buds. "I got you, baby. I got you."

Dabi loves it when his name rolls off her tongue like a prayer.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, hands roaming the muscles in her back.

After what seems like eons, they both come up for air, panting and staring into one another’s eyes.

Scarlet absorbs turquoise.

…

“That might’ve been your best yet, firefly,” Mirko teases, lips brushing against his cheek as they climb into her bed with fresh sheets.

“I try,” Touya sighs with a half-smile, still lost in the overwhelming haze of the afterglow.

“You wanna…hah…you wanna stay for a bit?” Rumi yawns, nuzzling into his neck.

“That’d be nice,” Touya mumbles, eyelids drooping.

“Want me to cook you breakfast in the morning?” Mirko offers.

“I can cook breakfast,” Touya replies.

Rumi blinks at him.

“No. No, you can’t,” She says matter-of-factly, poking his pecs.

“What do you mean I can’t?” Touya snorts, suddenly slightly more awake.

“After what happened last time? After you almost burned my apartment down?” Rumi scoffs.

“Shut up,” Touya rolls his eyes.

“Lemme take care of you. You were so good for Mommy,” Rumi coos, lightly tapping his nose. Touya scrunches up his face in a scowl.

“Shut up. Scene’s over,” He snaps.

“Mhm. And that’s why you’re still twitching,” Rumi snickers, nodding toward his dick.

Touya’s lips purse.

“That’s what I thought,” Rumi yawns. “Besides. After that? Don’t expect to walk until tomorrow afternoon. You almost fell in the shower. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Touya, face beet red, simply closes his eyes, holding his tongue.

“Goodnight to you, too,” Mirko hums, letting Touya’s breathing lull her to sleep.

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