in which izuku is so tired of his bratty sub misbehaving.
warnings: NSFW, minors dni. bratty!reader, afab!reader, mean!izuku, reader does not finish :(, little prep before penetration, spanking (lite), mention of "puppy" as a pet name
NSFW under the cut <3
“i said, knock. it. off” he’s gripping your hip with all his might, bruises surely forming beneath the fabric of your evening gown. he’s entirely prepared to ruin the gown, anything to get your stupid, puppy mouth to shut the fuck up about whatever it is you kept whining about. he’s lost count of how many times you pawed at his hands, his arms, his thighs. he’s certainly over the constant whining and pawing and questioning every single thing he says or does. your husband was a man of infinite patience, but you surely knew how to wear it thin. between your incessant chatter and the plethora of cameras flashing, he was dizzied with frustration and patiently waiting to give you the treatment you deserved.
he thinks he can make it through the gala without pulling you aside and disciplining you, and he almost did. unfortunately for him, you had begun to fawn and fall over Keigo Takami to the point of near embarrassment had he not been Prohero!Deku. Keigo’s none the wiser, indulging your sweet little mewls and praises merely because he loves a pretty woman in a pretty dress. the fella on your arm? to keigo he was just a friend. Izuku’s calm, cool, and collected as he ushers you away to the nearest bathroom. “’zuku where are we go-” ‘shut up, brat’. he’s cold when he forces you against the sink, your hands immediately planting to ground yourself as your peered into the mirror. you’re pouting as you see the green-haired male tower over you, unamused expression gracing his features. he’s quiet as he bunches your dress up, and you shiver as cool air meets your ass. he draws his hand back before it collides with your bare skin, tears immediately surfacing at the feel of the hard crack against you. he’s stoic as his eyes watch your body reel from his touch. he doesn’t care for your tears, and he delivers another hit to your reddening bottom. after about 10 smacks, not that you’d been counting, you hear the sound of a belt buckle followed by what sounds like a grunt. izuku’s hand tangles in your hair, tugging on it to force your gaze to the mirror. he’s staring through you like you’re the lowliest being he’d ever laid eyes on. “you’re gonna take it all, and you’re gonna shut the fuck up until i’m done.” you nod with tears in your eyes, coming to terms with the fact that you would not be cumming tonight.
without warning, he sheaths himself in your plushy cunt with full force, pausing when he’s fully inside. your mouth falls open at the sensation, cheeks becoming tear-stained at the burn of his cock stretching you beyond comparison. immediately he starts a hasty pace, hips snapping forward as his leaking tip kisses your cervix. with each drag of his cock inside your gummy walls, he huffs, eyes glaring at your reflection, almost like he resents you. he doesn’t, and you know this by the way his right hand lovingly soothes over the fat of your hips. he’s punishing you because he has to. “s’goddamn ti-tight,” he curses you, body hunching forward to lick at the shell of your ear, warm breath fanning along the nape of your neck. he’s close, cock twitching inside you with each pulsating squeeze of your cunt. he knows he’s not giving you enough to cum, and he wants to feel bad for using his adorably doting wife, but he doesn’t. your behavior had done nothing but betray you, and the thought of your bratty little hands all over another hero has his thrusts quickening, huffs and whimpers falling from your mouth as he fucks into you with all his might.
as tears begin to resurface in your precious eyes, you whimper an apology on deaf ears. izuku’s beyond your empty “i’m sorry daddy”’s; he needs to breed this little disobedient cunt like it deserves. so he does, cum painting your walls as he bites into the curve of your shoulder to muffle his moans. you’re awestruck, mouth hanging open at the sensation of his warm seed sloshing with each lazy thrust. he pulls out without another word, stuffing his softening cock into his pants again before pulling your dress down and helping you adjust your hair. when you spin around to face him, his thumbs caress your tear-stained cheeks, wiping away the speckles of mascara and salty tears. “good job, puppy. you’re such a good girl,” he coos to you sweetly, reaching for your clutch and pulling out your spare eyeliner stick and mascara. he helps you fix your makeup before pecking your cute little forehead, humming contently at the stupefied gaze your pretty little eyes held.
hello friends! it's been a while, but i am back with some bakugo/izuku x reader food <3
warnings: NSFW! minors DNI or i will eat your whole family. fem!bodied reader, izuku called izzy, izzy calls reader puppy, cucking, thigh riding, m! masturbation, oral (f! giving), cumeating, mean bakugo, dom!izuku & dom!bakugo, very subby!reader, alcohol mention
NSFW under the cut, also not proofread <3
katsuki is not the nicest guy when his gorgeous girl is being so clingy to Deku
your giggle rings through his ears as he watches from across the room, the way you clung to Izuku's arm like a fragile doll was driving him mad. that dress hugged your curves too tight, inching up your side with every keen into izuku, and without thinking he'd slide his hand down and adjust it for you, hands ghosting over your curves. he knew what he was doing, having pro-hero Dynamight's special girl draped over his arm like some prize, some prize he hadn't truly won. katsuki's blood was boiling, but he knew he couldn't cause a scene. after all, Deku had mentioned the gala to him, and he seemed disinterested. when you brought it up, begging to be taken to your first hero gala, he brushed you off, claiming he didn't want to show you off to the world just yet. so, here you were, Deku's prize for the evening. knowing you decided to go with his comrade, Bakugo swore he would only go to the gala to be sure you were safe, that he wouldn't get jealous. the seething was telling a different story.
your emerald ballroom gown that hugged your curves so tightly got hitched on the swell of your thighs once more, catching enough to displace the thigh slit just enough for Deku to blush. once again his hand snaked around your hips, tugging the dress down only slightly, and this time his hand held its place on your hip. a blush rose to your cheeks as your sipped from the champagne flute in your hand, eyes scanning the room for your lover. you knew katsuki too well, and you knew he would be at the event the moment you agreed to Deku's invitation. your eyes met his, and he cut his eyes at you before rolling them. you immediately divert your attention back to Deku as he squeezed you closer to him, clearly aware of your boyfriend's presence. Izuku's touch made you feel hot, the lingering circles he traced into your hips with each flirtacious giggle and stolen glance. you'd be lying if your senses weren't intoxicated on Izuku's hero demeanor, finding yourself at the end of this desire to be saved by Deku.
"how 'bout some water, puppy? you've had quite a few of those." the comment itself was innocent, but the thing that caught you off guard was the nickname that made your knees buckle. he knew, the sly smirk as he handed you a glass of water told it all. "hm, o-okay," you gasped softly, taking the water from him and having a few sips to clear your head. Deku's left hand never leaves your side as he watches you, drinking in your reaction to his words. you felt hot, like you were boiling under your skin. bakugo felt the same, more than aware fo the effects Deku had on his girl. still, he waited. bakugo was amazing at playing the long game, more than willing to edge you for hours to get a point across. still, tonight, watching your hands linger on Deku's chest, eyes gazing into his lustfully, chest heaving at the mere charisma of his friend, he knew something more than edging needed to be done.
just as you were collecting your thoughts from the gutter, deku reaches into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone. he grins when he sees the caller and immediately answers. "i knew you couldn't stay away," he starts, eyes scanning the room for your lover. he sighs contently when they lock eyes, listening to your lover's undeciphered words on the other line. "oh, i fully intend to," he remarks, a sly chuckle leaving his lips as he placed his phone back in his pocket. you look to deku with confused eyes, and he beams down at you, squeezing your hip an inch tighter. "puppy, we have business to attend to," he whispered in your ear, placing a chaste kiss against the shell of your ear. you blush deeper, nodding your head slowly and allowing him to lead you from the middle of the ballroom. he ushers you to the elevator, insisting he needed to stop at his hotel room before continuing the evening.
deku has you pressed against the door of his hotel room within seconds of entering, his knee coming between your legs to spread them apart. his lips immediately speckle kisses along your neck, moans leaving your lips. "i-izzy, please," you whine, eyes screwing closed as your curse yourself for allowing your resolve to fade. "i love it when you call me that, doll," he groaned against your skin, large hands roaming your body and settling one on your breast the other on your hip. "call him it again, teddy~". your eyes spring open as you crane your neck to see your beloved boyfriend sitting with his legs crossed in the chair adjacent to the window. deku lets out a groan against your skin, groping your breast over the gown as his presses his thigh into the gap between your legs. "you couldn't just stay quiet for another minute, huh, kacchan?" izuku grins against your skin, feeling your breath hitch as you realize your beloved boys had set you up once again. "daddy wants to watch, teddy. be good to izzy," katsuki scolds you and your cunny throbs at the command. deku's hands reach to bunch up your dress around your waist to reveal you had opted out of panties for the evening, and both boys let out a soft groan. "so you planned on fucking him anyway, huh slut?" deku directs his attention to katsuki, shooting him a warning glare as katsuki holds the menacing, shit-eating grin he normally held.
deku turns back to you lovingly, sliding you onto his thigh so that your bare cunny throbs against his toned muscle. he stood there, entranced by your overwhelmed expression as you worked your hips on his thigh, desperately seeking any stimulation to your swollen clit. "getting your mess all over my emerald suit, puppy~" he teased, earning a chuckle from katsuki. your eyes closed softly as your form subconsciously clung to izuku while you chased your release. you could feel their eyes burning into your skin, and that made your blood run even hotter. deku scoops you into his arms, carrying you to the mattress where he sat on the edge of the bed, sliding his thigh between your legs once more. he held your hips in place to halt your movement, left hand reaching to pinch your cheeks and make you look at him. "i want you to make a mess of my expensive pants, and then, you'll do the same for daddy, okay?" your eyes scan his face for any semblance of joking but found nothing. you sighed, realizing you were in for the longest ride of your life. you nod softly, beginning to work your hips over his toned thigh once more. your cunny dragged against the soft material of his slacks, the texture making your body tense with each roll of your hips. deku took the opportunity to slip your dress off of your shoulders, freeing your breasts for his lips to caress. izuku brought his tongue across your left nipple, sending a chill up your spine as he began circling and nipping at the sensitive bud. "izzy~" you whined, feeling the coil in your stomach begin to bend under the pressure of the brewing pleasure. you could hear the sound of skin slapping, and went to turn your head when izzy's hand stopped you, holding your head in place. "you look at me when you cum, bitch," he grunted, sending your body into a frenzy as your high approached. you bucked your hips faster against him, clit catching the ridges of his slacks with every haphazard rock. his words rang through your ears alongside the grunts from your beloved boyfriend's mouth, and you overheated, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. "good girl," deku grinned, helping you rock your hips through your high as your body slumped over him. when he was content, izuku's movements of your hips stopped, and he held you close to him as you took your time recovering.
once the heave of your chest slowed down a bit, izuku placed a chaste kiss to your forehead, but you craned your neck, whining incoherently about your lips. you needed the intimacy, even if you knew katsuki never let you kiss izuku, saying it was only meant for him. "what's this? puppy wants a kiss?" Izuku's sly eyes cut to Katsuki who crinkles his nose in disbelief, resolving on being meaner to you than had been originally planned. Izuku places a sweet, gentle kiss to your lips and you melt into his touch again, feeling the fire inside you reignite. without a second thought, katsuki had stood and scooped you out of izuku's lap, bringing you over to his chair where he'd been angrily steeping.
"you're not cumming anymore, so I hope that was worth it," katsuki groans, shoving you to your knees. "aw kacchan, come on-" 'shut up. she's my brat, and I decide when she's lost her privilege to cum'. you shiver at the idea of katsuki using your throat and leaving you high and dry. he takes his cock out of his pants, swollen pink tip oozing precum as his hand tangles in your hair. you peer up into his eyes, puppy dog like eyes of yours melting that hard exterior. "fuck" he moans, stroking himself in your face. you whine, knowing he's resolved to make you watch. "daddy~" you sniffle, realizing you crossed the line into unforgivably bad girl and he was not one to show mercy to bad girls. his hand moves quick along his member as he stares down at you, pliant and patient as your thighs rub together to create some sort of friction. "f-fuck, 'm close, you little bitch" he noticed the way the harsh name made your legs tremble when deku mentioned it, and the two men exchanged smirks as your shook from the build-up of your desperately needed release. his angry tip oozed more pre-cum as you writhed and whimpered below him, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you anticipated his release. "come here-" bakugo grunted, taking the back of your head and shoving his long, girthy shaft down your throat, the warmth sending him over the edge as he shot his seed down your throat. the harsh speed of the cum burned your throat, eliciting tears from your soft, fucked out eyes.
katsuki came down slowly, chest heaving as his gaze softened slightly as his beloved girl. "good job, puppy~" izuku whined, his own release creeping upon him as he stroked his cock to the sight before him. you held katsuki's member in your throat, leaned forward on your knees enough for izuku to see your glistening, soaked cunny. at the thought of your velvety walls, he shot ropes of cum all over his hands and fingers. katsuki pulled out of your mouth with a pop, a languid whine leaving your lips at the loss. katsuki grinned at his silly girl, gesturing over to deku. "go clean up izzy's fingers, and kiss him. make him taste himself, puppy," bakugo commanded, a blush rising to your cheeks as you crawled over to izzy. Izuku pressed his fingers into your mouth, drooling pooling and slipping out as he depressed your tongue. once you collected his seed, you leaned forward to plant your lips chastely. deku moaned against your lips, deepening the kiss to swirl his tongue throughout your mouth, definitely catching katsuki's residual seed in his mouth before pulling away with a string of spit. "even my cum tastes better than yours, kacchan" izuku smirks at him, and katsuki furrows his brows at him, sliding his trousers off entirely. "give me twenty minutes, i'll send my puppy over to you with a fresher load to taste, cum eater." izuku blushes at the thought, shaking his head as he pets your hair softly.
prohero!izuku doesn't cry when his s/o hurts his feelings anymore, he just makes them try to get themselves off since they act like they don't need his help. "so pathetic, can't even make yourself cum, hm? then watch how you fuckin' talk to me."
