#dom!deku

"doing so good for me puppy," he praises you as you whimper around his fingers in your mouth. you were unsure of how many it had been, three? four?, but you knew you had orgasmic wave about to wash over you with every kiss of his tip on your cervix. with each collision of his hips against yours, his slightly curved cock brushed against the spongy spot that had your head spinning. izuku had promised to pummel your cunny tonight to reward you for being an obedient girl who kept her hands to herself all night. he knew you needed him desperately, but nothing made him harder than thinking of his obedient girl buying time until she could be reduced to a puddle of cum.

his perfect cock bruised your gummy walls, but he showed no signs of stopping. he loved seeing his pretty one like this, fucked out with her eyes crossed and tongue lolling out around the fingers he'd so carelessly shoved into your mouth. he was no better, cheeks blushed as his hair clung to his forehead with sweat, brows furrowed as he focused on his girl's pretty sounds. he lived for your garbled mewls and whining, especially when you whimpered "'s too much, izzy" the nickname drove him crazy, especially when you whined it so beautifully through quiet moans. izuku's hips met yours at a rapid pace as he pressed you into a mating press, pushing his cock further into your teasing cunny. you felt your high approaching, the heat brewing close to unbearable. he knew, he could feel you milking him, pussy begging him to paint your walls and breed you like the greedy girl you were. all for him.

Some nights there’s a playlist filled with songs like Had Some Drinks and Her, and those are the nights he takes his time. Those nights, you have one rule: Hold still so daddy can spoil you.

And spoil you he does, touching and kissing every single part of you, spaces you never thought of starting at the tips of your fingers all the way down to the dips in your hips, leaving a mark where your soft tummy melts into your pelvis. You wiggle in place, painfully aware that the only “restraints” keeping you in place are flimsy paper cuffs, but you know that if you break them, the scene is over on the spot, regardless of whether or not you’ve been satisfied. By the time he finally presses a soft kiss to you clit, you’re whiny and needy, tears slipping down your face and into your hair as you babble helplessly for more, and he’ll give it to you…when he’s ready.

Other nights the music is faster, more explicit, songs like Acquainted and Hatef—k thrumming through your veins. Your primary rule this evening? Silence.

You’re blindfolded and bound, and you feel like you’re vibrating before you ever even feel the bed dip under his weight.

Nothing about tonight is going to be gentle, the soft dom tucked away in favor of commands and authority.

Knowing this, you’re egging him on, actively resisting attempts to maneuver your body where he wants, trying to press thick thighs together only to have them ripped apart to make room for the giant of a man you call a lover. He gives your inner thigh a sharp bite, making you keen before laving his tongue over the bruise and giving it a soothing kiss.

He flips you unceremoniously onto your belly, dragging two fingers through your dripping heat before bullying them inside your wet heat, setting a brutal pace. You feel soft curls tickle your skin as he kisses down your spine with a gentleness you didn’t expect from him in this state, all the way up until you feel his tongue, scalding hot and wet lick a stripe from where his fingers were pumping into you up to your tight asshole. He rips his fingers from your cunt, using your slick to ease his fingers’ entry elsewhere as you bite back a whine.

“Oh, pretty baby. I don’t know what’s gotten into your bratty ass tonight, but by the end of it, it’s going to be me.”

Your favorite playlist, however, was one of your own composition; the sound of bed springs creaking wildly, skin slapping against skin as your moans gargle up from the press of his hand on your throat. His back is covered with scratches, your moans and wails of his name are the lyrics to the rhythm he sets. The headboard beats against the wall loudly, making the neighboring apartment knock back and their irritation only seems to egg him on.

These are the nights where work was awful, where he lost an innocent or a villain managed to escape, where a peer was injured or worse. These are the nights where if he didn’t fill the emptiness with sound and fury, with your cries of ‘s too much, too big ‘Zuku interlacing with pleas for more deeper faster, he would be trapped in his own head. These are the nights he fucks into you, sucks bruises wherever his teeth can find purchase, whines back at you when you claw at his shoulders and mutters incoherent praises into your skin. He is fraying at the seams, coming undone and your fingers tracing up and down his sides puts him together again.

These are the nights he needs you like air, the nights he’s drowning and you are a life raft.

If everything else is going wrong, he knows he can do this right; he has never failed to fuck you into oblivion, infuriate the neighbors until you get a noise complaint, make you cry and cream on his cock until you’re sobbing out his name and your voice is gone in the morning.

He angles his hips, fingers on your clit as you try to push him away and he instructs you to stop fucking running from it and let go. You obey, ruining the towels he instructed you to place in advance and the half shucked hero costume he never bothered to take off completely. He ruts into you once, twice, three times and his vision goes spotty as he paints your walls his color, his own shout ripped from his throat.

The neighbors knock again. Izuku knocks back twice as loud before collapsing into bed next to you.

After all, the Number One Hero should be able to make a racket here and there.

You giggle and clean the both of you up, wiggling him out of his hero costume to chuck it in the wash with the towels, and when you come back, his soft snores create a new melody, an acapella performance backed only by the sounds of cars outside and you think this might be another favorite.

The city is still awake, but your lover, protector, husband, world is fast asleep.

For once, his thoughts are away from work. For once, he rests peacefully. For once, you see the furrow in his brow slack, face fully relaxed, lips that are usually pressed into a straight line are slightly parted as he snores.

You grab your phone from where it was knocked off of the bed, dial the agency and call the both of you out of work before pattering to the kitchen with a yawn to start his favorite dinner, dishes clinking musically as you work.

Right as you finish, you hear the syncopation of bones cracking, the heavy drumbeats of his footsteps as he enters the kitchen behind you, still exhausted but less stressed.

“You called us out?” His voice is baritone, still laden with sleep.

“You need rest,” you hummed, “and so do I.”

If there was one thing Izuku Midoriya hated more than spending time away from you, it was spending time away from you because of stupid fucking steak outs that got him nowhere in the end. A month. A whole month he spent away from you; a month away from your love, a month away from your care, a month away from your touch. The two of you hadn’t done much in terms of intimacy in the weeks leading up to his time away either...mostly because neither of you had the time. You worked a small 9-5 job on the side, and with his hero work being so prominent in his life, the two of you sometimes found it hard to get any alone time.

So maybe that’s why, when he came back from work that night in a terrible mood, you felt the need to push his buttons. Maybe you knew he was pent up. Maybe you knew he was frustrated. Maybe you just wanted to get a rise out of him, or maybe you found it fun. Whatever the reason, you’d went and done it alright. You acted like an outright brat, teased him, picked a trivial argument with him, and then left him high and dry- or, at least you tried to. Deku was having none of that.

“You know what? I’m tired, I’m going to fucking bed. So much for the new lingerie I bought...” You pushed yourself up and off the couch and sauntered towards the bedroom, swaying your hips a little on purpose just to prove a point. Izuku stared at you the whole time, eyes narrowing and following your form to the entryway of the bedroom. While you did feel bad for your pent up boyfriend, you’d missed him a lot over the last month, and he’d only called a handful of times while he was away. You understood steak outs were tricky, sure, but you felt neglected and pent up too.

“New linger- what!? Y/N, that’s not fair!” He threw his arms up in the air before pulling at his hair in frustration, a dangerous glint shining in his eyes.

“Not fair? You left me alone for a month and barely called, how is that fair, huh!?”

There was a short lived moment of silence before he closed the small distance between the two of you within a couple strides, and the next thing you knew your legs were hitting the back of the bed as he hungrily kissed down your neck, hands wandering to the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath. You moaned as he pushed you down onto the bed and toppled on to you, his hands cupping your breasts and giving a harsh squeeze.

“You know, if you wanted me to rail you to the high heavens, Y/N, all you had to do was fucking ask.”

The smoldering look he gives you sends a shiver down your spine. It only takes him a matter of seconds to strip both of you of your clothes, and then he’s going straight for what he wants without any shame. Both of you are pent up, both frustrated, both aching just to touch each other and consume each other. He finds his place atop you, straddles your waist with his legs as he gathers both of your smaller wrists in his one giant hand and pins them above your head. His other hand kneads and massages at one of your breasts as he watches you squirm underneath him, and all he does is smirk down at you when you beg him for more. Sure, he’ll give it to you, but not until you’ve suffered a little like he has. Sadist? No. A tease? Absolutely.

“Izuku, stop teasing!” you whine out.

“Oh? I thought you wanted to be teased. You were acting like such a brat earlier,” he taunts. He pinches a nipple between his fingers and rolls it softly earning a pretty sound from you. He’d do anything just to hear it again.

“Because I missed you!” You can’t help but cry out in desperation, the truth finally bubbling to the surface under his rough treatment. 

Your words pull on his heartstrings and light a fire in him all the same. He feels some of the stress of his month long mission start to melt away, and in it’s place is burning desire. He needs you. Now.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his hand squeezing tighter against your wrists. The hand groping your chest drifts down to your heat, fingers ghosting over your stomach lightly before gliding over your folds to feel how wet you are. A single digit presses against your entrance, and you buck your hips up to get friction as he dips a finger in and starts to slowly pump. “You missed me, huh? Did you miss my fingers too?”

“A-All of you, Izu! Mmn!”

His finger disappears almost as quick as it came, but he doesn’t give you the opportunity to complain about it before he’s lining his hips with yours and sinking his cock into you. His movements are needy, impatient as he circles his hips against you, but you’re already sopping wet and squeezing against him, the feel of him inside you almost a deliriously good feeling after going without for so long. You move against him and let out a low whine, and that’s all it takes for him to start pounding into you with no remorse.

“So tight, ngh!”

“Ahha!”

He growls, his huge shoulders looming over you as you bounce against every thrust. He feels so good, too good, and yet it’s still not enough- you still need more.

“Fuck, ‘Zuku...harder, damn it! Hah-! W-Want...!”

“You want it? Oh, I’ll fucking give it to you, I’ll give it to you so goddamn good-” Utter filth starts to leave his mouth as he pushes you farther down against the bed with his free hand and drills into you. His pace quickens, thrusts becoming more erratic as you try to push back against him. But he holds you still, and you can’t do anything but twist under him and wish you could move. You supposed this might be punishment for acting bratty earlier. If that was the case, then you might have to act like a brat more often.

The familiar sensation of a coil tightening in your stomach had you whining and writhing under your partner, blood boiling under your skin and thrumming in your ears as he pounded into you relentlessly. Behind the both of you, the headboard banged against the wall over and over again, small dents forming from the impact. Not that either of you noticed.

“Touch me, please!” you cried suddenly, both your hands struggling against his one. All you needed was a little push, something to get you over the edge. You were well on your way there already, but you wanted it now, needed the blinding white hot sensation of pleasure you knew he could give you. Izuku refused to let your hands go, however.

“No,” he growled, and you sobbed in frustration as you felt your walls start to clench around him. “Wanna make you cum with my cock...”

“Please!” you begged.

“I. Said. No!” He punctuated each of his words with an exceptionally rough thrust of his cock, each time brushing closer against your g-spot.

Moans and sobs left your lips as you felt yourself grow closer to release every time Izuku pulled out, only to plunge right back in with fervor. Finally, as you felt yourself start to shake underneath him, he let his grip on your wrists go, his hands moving to grasp your hips instead and lift them up off the bed. 

“Izu, what-” You were confused for a moment before he resumed pounding into you, each time pulling you flush against his thrusts by the hips to drive his cock deep into you and hit your g-spot repeatedly. “HAAH!”

“Fuck! So good...Y/N! Gonna give it to you, gonna give it to you so- hn! Hard!”

The coil inside you snapped suddenly, and you lost your breath as Izuku fucked you senseless, cock pummeling your insides while you breathlessly convulsed under him and came. You tried to say something, tried to sing him praises, but the words died on your lips, and the only thing that left your mouth was a small string of drool as your head lolled back onto the pillow. Finally you found purchase in the syllables of his name.

“I...Izuku...”

“Hngh, need to cum! Gonna...! Y/N!” His thrusts turned sloppy as you clamped down on him harder, fluids streaming down your legs and onto the sheets below. You felt a warm sensation wash over you as he came, and the both of you lost your senses for a moment as he slowed to a stop, his hips grinding gently against yours to ride out the aftershock.