01. orgasm control
kinktober 01. deku x reader
“You can have him take care of you later. Right now, a lapful of Izuku, glistening with sweat and asking you to touch him, is too good a moment to pass up.”
ꨄ︎MINORS DNIꨄ︎
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ WORD COUNT: 2107.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ CW: sub!deku, f!dom!reader, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cum eating (slightly, at the end), nipple play, pet names (angel, baby, on izuku's part; honey, baby, 'zuku on yours), one(?i think) instance of [name] being used.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ a/n: a friend requested this so this is a kind thank u to herrrrrr <3 also am so behind on kinktober, i might just pick and choose which from the earlier prompts i write and try to keep on schedule with the ones left from now on.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ thank you to @strangergraphics for the halloweeny, spooky divider.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ likes, reblogs, comments are appreciatedddddd <3 scream randomly, write a paragraph, will love anything :P asks and requests are open and character/fandom list will be pinned in intro post on this very blog ;)
"Izuku..."
You let your voice trail off, looking down at the boy laid between your legs, head on your chest.
Izuku rolls his head back, damp curls tickling your cheek and green eyes staring pleadingly at you.
"Y-yes, angel?" Izuku's voice cracks on the way out, not helped by the way your arms, wrapped around him, stroke up and down his torso. One hand trails slowly over the lines of his abs, the other tracing circles over one of his pecs.
"Nothing...just wanted to hear your voice," you smile down at him cheekily. "Why, is there something you need from me honey?" You let your hand move down from his abs to trace softly above the line of his boxers, which are tented and damp in the front. Izuku whimpers, hips jerking up to get your touch as close as he can.
"P-please, angel. Can you-mmm-" He cuts off into a broken moan as you reach down and caress the tent in his boxers, rolling the palm of your hand over the clothed head of his cock.
"Can I what?" You grin, running your other hand in tight circles over one of his nipples as you keep up the constant massaging over his boxers.
Izuku gasps, back arching and hips twitching as he tries to decide whether to push his chest or his hips further into your touch.
"C-can you touch my...my-" You laugh as he chokes on his own words when you press a little harder over his cock, which leaks more in response into the front of his boxers. "Can you t-touch my...hah...m-my cock...please?" Izuku begs, head turned to pant into your neck as he mouths the words into your skin.
"Of course 'Zuku, all you had to do was-" your hand rises to trace over his waistband again before slipping under to run over his V-line.
"Ask."
You wrap your hand around his cock and Izuku breaks into a loud moan, turning into a shout as you run your palm across the head of his cock, smearing it with the precum leaking from the tip.
You slide your hand lower, rubbing precum over his length, letting it ease the glide of your hand up and down his cock. Izuku moans, hips twitching as you speed up your movements, sliding your palm over the head of his cock on the come-up.
Your fingers, pinching at one of his nipples, dig into the skin of chest only slightly at his answering whine. Izuku glances down and his voice cracks as he sees the markings you leave behind.
"Please, please, please," he mumbles, breathing the words into your neck. He's writhing in your lap, unable to keep still as you press and pull at him.
You shift in your seat, not unaffected by the sight of your usually sweet boyfriend begging for you in your lap. "Hm?" You huff out, "what do you need honey? Tell me if you want it."
Whimpers spill over into Izuku's words as he pleads with you, "Angel, p-please, please, just a little faster."
His hands have curled into fists where they rest on your legs and he unclenches one to run it up over your thigh, hot and crackling with the static of his Quirk. His touch sends warmth spreading over your body and you have to bite back the hitch in your breath before you speak.
"So sweet, of course, honey." You let your hand speed up on him before you drop your mouth lower, letting your lips graze the heated skin where his jaw meets his throat, before biting down, hard, over his soft skin.
"A-Angel!" Izuku cries out, making you incredibly grateful to have turned down rooming with Mina and Jiro between the sounds of your hand on his cock and his echoing moans and whimpers.
Izuku's head thrashes, unlatching you from his neck and leaving behind a mark too high to be hidden by any of his shirts. You laugh out loud, ignoring his whining, and bring your mouth down to his shoulder. As you worry a new mark into his skin, Izuku gets louder; his hand stops stroking up your thigh, instead clenching down on it. The unspoken promise of the bruise he'll leave behind almost makes you groan into his skin.
But your attention is drawn back to how his hips are arching off the bed now, his fingers digging into your thigh, eyes closing as your hand speeds up on him.
"Baby, thank you, thank you, thank you-ah! No-" Izuku's thanks get cut short as your hand slows, then stops, your fingers forming a circle at the base of your boyfriend's cock. You break out in laughter at the way he flips his head up to stare at you, eyes wide and pitiful, lower lip pouted out comically.
"Angel...why?" Izuku's voice is shaking, but if it's from genuine distress or he's trying to get sympathy points, you can't tell. He leans his head back into your shoulder and now you can definitely tell that the pouting, at least, is for sympathy points. But the way it deepens as you tighten your fingers around his cock almost, almost, makes you break.
"Izuku..." You smile.
"Why not?"
Izuku opens his mouth to respond, but the sudden motion of your hand on him makes him gasp, curling forward over his cock, red and leaking after being denied what he desperately wanted.
"A-ah, too fast," he cries out, hand on your thigh squeezing relentlessly while he tries to catch your wrist with his other hand.
You laugh, letting go of him to swat his hand away, before returning, rolling your palm over the head of his cock, making him shout, hips bucking into your touch even as he tries to shield himself from you.
"C'mon 'Zuku. Thought you wanted to cum?" You tease, moving your other hand from his chest to his hair. You yank him back by sweat-damp curls, forcing him to look at you as he shudders over the speed of your hand on his weeping cock.
"Hnn-not...not like this...too sensitive," Izuku looks close to tears now, hand in his hair and on his cock almost too much for him. And you loved it; after all, what was the point of having such a sensitive boyfriend if you couldn't use it to tease him a little?
"Well then...you should have said that honey. But since you didn't...well, now you'll remember for next time, right?" You release his hair, letting his head drop forward so he has nowhere to look except for where his tip peeks out from within your fist every so often. You smile at the red creeping up Izuku's chest at the lewd display and reach down to cup his balls in your free hand, rolling them in your palm.
Your mouth dries in almost visceral want at Izuku's reaction.
He unfolds himself at the touch, hips jerking up, chasing your touch. His mouth hangs open, and, if you listen hard enough, you can hear his every-present string of mumbling return.
"Angel, baby, please, please, please. C'mon, little more, too good, too good, gonna cum, gonna, gonna-" Izuku's voice cuts off in a wail as you stop your hands from their teasing touch. He hangs his head back over your shoulder, eyes gleaming with his tears.
"W-what-" You answer before he can finish forming the sentence.
"Honey...did you forget? What are you supposed to ask me, Izuku?"
You watch his eyes focus on you as he tries to work up an answer, then unfocus as you allow your touch to return, infuriatingly soft.
"U-um-" he chokes on his words as you run your finger up and down the vein that bulges at the underside of his cock. "Uh...oh. I-I'm-"
His voice gets quiet, shy as he tries to force the words out. It's your favorite part of these moments between you two -- making your sweet Izuku ask so shamelessly for what he wants.
If you were a better person, you would say it's because you want to get him used to saying what he wants. But if you're being honest? Izuku just sounds too pretty when he begs for what he wants.
"Can I, can I cum?" His voice is almost too quiet to hear, but you let it slide as he looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed, puppy-dog eyes in full effect.
You lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, hiding your smirk in his hair and masking the way your stomach clenches at his words.
You can have him take care of you later. Right now, a lapful of Izuku, glistening with sweat and asking you to touch him, is too good a moment to pass up.
Now, you say, "Of course, Izuku. So polite, right baby?"
Izuku nods, head tipping up and down dizzyingly as he opens his mouth to answer.
You take the moment to let your hand start moving again, not giving him a break before matching your earlier speed. Izuku's mouth, half-open, drops, his words cut off into the loudest moan you've heard from him.
"T-thank yo-u," he tries to respond, but he breaks off into a sudden whine as you bring a hand up to pinch, teasing, at his nipple. You roll the bud between your fingers, watching as it gets red and swollen, a match to the leaking head of his cock and the flush of his lips.
Izuku's hips, no longer pressed into place with your arm, thrust up in tiny, aborted movements.
His chest heaves, body trying to decide between thrusting up into the tight ring your hand makes or the rough pinch of your fingers.
You're sure there's some sort of wonder in your eyes, as you look down at the flushed, squirming vision Izuku makes. You can't help the way they eagerly drink in every part of his reaction, the red flush over his pecs and neck, the way sweat glistens in the creases of his abs.
But the best part, by far, is the way his voice, pitchy after his whining died down, is muttering your name in quiet bursts under his breath as his hips cant up into your hand.
"[Name]-hah, please, please-please, [Name] angel, please, l-let me-" Izuku cuts himself off as you tighten your grip around his cock and his eyelids slam shut, hips jerking to a halt mid-air.
His mouth falls open on the yell that leaves him with your grip tightening to the perfect point for him to reach his peak.
"A-ah, hnn-angel, thank you, t-thank you, tha-ank you," Izuku chants as his cock spurts messily, leaving glistening streaks over his heaving stomach, pooling in the jut of his hips, the dip of his bellybutton.
He thrusts weakly into the hold of your fingers, riding out his orgasm with half-moans that taper off into whimpers. They pitch up as you tug at his nipple a final time and he drops his head back, whimpering, as one final rush of cum spills from him, pooling, dripping over your fist on his cock.
Izuku finally relaxes his body, leaning heavily into you as you ease your hands from his body. He closes his eyes, breath heaving as his freckled face cools down from the red taking it over.
The press of your fingers to his lower lip rouses him, you having swiped your fingers through the mess on his stomach.
He parts his lips on reflex, sucking as you push your fingers into his mouth, humming in contentment at the taste of his own cum on his tongue.
The smile on your face belies the heat in your stomach at the sight in front of you.
Izuku blinks his eyes up at you, a second sense for knowing when the tables have turned. A smile curls his lips around your fingers and he releases them with a parting kiss to the tips. He makes to turn around, before you gently push him back, hands on his shoulders forcing him to lay back and rest.
"Mm-mm 'Zuku. I'm good honey, I promise." You reach over to grab the tissues on your nightstand with one hand, using the other to massage softly into his shoulder.
You do mean what you say, but you know your boyfriend too well to expect him to take that laying down.
Izuku smirks up at you, giving in for the moment to lean back into your chest. But you don't miss the way that, before he closes his eyes as you begin to wipe at his stomach, he mouths:
"10 minutes."
You stifle a laugh, continuing your ministrations over him.
You can't wait.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧ a/n: guyz...this turned out so much longer than i thought it would..thanks for reading if you read all the way thru :1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ xoxox, marzie ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
