ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, alpha!fem!afab*!brat!subreader, omega!softdom!izuku, reader has a dick and pussy, a/b/o, frotting, dick + pussy rubbing, degradation, non-traditional alpha-omega dynamics, mention of marking, dumbfication elements, not super proofread, hinting at pinv, first piece of writing in a while, errr tell me kindly if i missed any tags
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: theres a particular line where it may suggest that girls can't have dicks or that having a dick makes one any less of a girl but i am just saying that reader is biologically female but her secondary gender is alpha dat is all ^_^
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: response to this ask, omega!deku bullying an alpha!reader yay
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 630~
“are you sure you’re an alpha?” izuku asks, giggling at the way your cock twitched between his length and palm, a slick wet mess being made with each stroke. his thighs hook underneath yours as he pulls you closer along his bed. you couldn’t remember exactly how you got into this situation, or how you found your way into this stupid omega’s little dorm room— all you really could focus on was the dizzying smell permeating the air— izuku’s pheromones thick and heavy— and how you weren’t going to let it get the best of you.
right?
“of course i’m an alpha,” you scoff, trying not shiver as his thumb flicked over your frenulum, “why would i have a dick if i wasn’t?”
“this cute little thing?” he snickers, grip tightening just enough to make your breath hitch, “i’d hardly called it a dick. i mean, it barely half as long as mine, and i’m an omega. don’t you think that’s kind of embarrassing?”
your face flushes, the color intensifying as he shifts positions to crowd your space, backing you into the headboard of the bed. despite how much you hated being talked down to, especially by an omega, you couldn’t help but secretly like the way izuku was treating you.
“that’s, that’s just because you’re a fucking freak of nature! there’s nothing wrong with me—”
“yeah?” he cooes, interrupting your protest, eyebrows pinched in mock sympathy. his hand readjusts it’s grip around your cocks, and you can feel how he throbs against you as if a ravenous wolf presented with a lost lamb. “well, why are you in rut for a ‘freak of nature then?”
“i’m not—” you whine, fumbling hands clutching at your shirt as you feel pleasure begin to mount, “i’m not in rut…”
“yeah…” izuku seemingly agrees, tsking softly, “more like a heat, huh? maybe you’re the omega, and i’m the alpha.”
your head shakes furiously at the suggestion, the room beginning to feel like it was spinning. “i’m not an omega, m’not—”
“you sure?” he tilts his head— calmly, collected— amused, “maybe i should be the one who fucks your pussy instead.”
“no!” in an instant, your hands attempt to scramble downwards, “don’t fuck my pussy—”
“no?” he laughs, quick to capture your wrists in a singular grip. he slides his heavy cock down towards your weeping slit. “you don’t wanna be the one pregnant or something?”
“no— of course not!”
“why not?” he asks innocently, before dropping his voice to a low whisper, “don’t you think you’d be a great mommy? or are you nervous about what your alpha friends would say if you got pregnant by an omega?”
you don’t answer right away, afraid of admitting to what he is suggesting. “i… i don’t...”
alas, izuku smiles, already knowing your response. he pulls back slightly, his nose brushing against your cheek as his breath grazes against the shell of your ear. “well, what would you say if i let you mark me?”
mate. mate. mate. almost helplessly, your eyes dart to his now vulnerable nape, the tantalizing sight doing all but nothing to the stoke the hungry flames growing in your core. “… i… really?”
“yeah, really,” he muses warmly, “doesn’t that sound good? don’t you wanna sink your teeth into my neck?”
“i…” you swallow thickly, nodding— drooling, “yeah…”
a pleased chuckle rumbled from his throat, the pieces of his plan just about to click into place. “mhm. all you have to do is beg alpha to fuck you. so, what's the magic word?”
your face burns with embarrassment. “please...”
“please, what?”
you hesitate, taking a moment before choking out the words. “please, a-alpha...”
“hehe~” he giggles some more, the fleshy head of his cock pressing insistently against your barrier of resistance now, “goooood omega. deep breaths now, okay?”
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ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: my friends are making me play ow comp rn as i post this so i cant proofread as much as i want dats what i get for procrastinating
The Izu bush headcanon got me😳😳😳... is this a safe space to admit that I now need to squirt on that bush..?
✩꒱ mess on mess — ft. izuku midoriya .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero izuku midoriya & fem!reader. pubic hair, pussy jobs, squirting, praise kink, established relationships -> you’re bush4bush with izuku lol.
nods nods nods pussy jobs with izuku, him on his back and his rough scarred hands melting into your hips like molten glass — hot on your skin as he drags you back and forth over his cock, over his lap. everything is so sticky, there’s a nasty sloshing sound each time you buck forward and drag your cunt over his thickness just to feel his tip kiss your swollen clit. that’s how wet you are and how messy he is for you, both of you unravelling and leaking against one another.
izuku squeezes flesh with deft fingers as if to ground himself, all too close to floating away into the veil of night that hides your sin. “have i ever told you, you’re such a good girl for me?” he simpers and his praise runs through you like brown sugar melted down to an ambrosial syrup — adding to the adrenaline in your veins as though you’ve been caught in a sugar rush. he wouldn’t lie to you, he’s got the perfect view like this. the soft lines of your body that bend and bow and break in order to chase the pleasure he holds just out of reach. “you…” izuku swallows thick. “you always do what i say, you always listen just right.”
the human body works in wondrous ways. your pussy clenches around nothing, catches on the veins that are carved into his cock, gushes a fresh wave of hot slick that now tangles with his dark-forest-like pubic hair. clear glaze smears along your tummy and coils in the darkened curls between your thighs — your boyfriend sighs pretty, reaching around to pinch your clit through the stickiness.
“do you think you can cum for me?” he asks before you have a chance to even think about how close you are. your sense of self and sanity slips away from you in the same way that time quietly passes you by — without care or notice. your hips spring forward — luring a shaky hiss from between your lover’s lips as your sweltering folds capture his thick length between them.
words fizz into nothingness in your mind and decay on your tongue in a soft spoken sigh. “uh-huh, yes—!” you voice quietly, nails curling into plush pecs at the same time your spasming hole glides over deku’s pitifully creamy tip.
bemused, his warm palms sink down to your ass to hold you down against him — giving izuku the leverage to circle your raw cunt over him in a passionate manner. and you love it, because you get to see him lose himself with you, beneath you, cock pulsing with its own heartbeat all for you.
“mhm? bet you’re feeling so good right now,” gentle snippets of encouragement break down your walls and tentatively undo the knots dotted along your insides — bursts of pleasure locked up within them. “lean into it, angel. let it wash over you — oh!” surprise and merriment trickle into izuku’s voice, following a hybrid sound — a laughing rumble of his chest now turning into a whine because you don’t just cum for him, you squirt. “look at that, look at you gushing for me…”
the sensation is hot and fast, all five of your senses on high alert. the way blood rushes through your ears reminds you of waves thrashing along a beach. serene. breath taking. the air in your lungs runs thin as a deliciously loud wail plays on the strength of your vocal chords — there’s a burn that follows. you use the last of your stamina to rut against izuku’s milky cock — which is already drowned in your rushing wetness — chasing something that might just slip away before it’s too soon.
all of your arousal tangles in his dark trail of pubic hair, a glistening sight to behold that ticks izuku over the edge too. mess on mess that only seems to cling to the natural crevices of your bodies.
“so pretty,” the pro hero mumbles in awe and reaches between your slick thighs to rub what you leak into your mound. “perfect girl.”
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