MHA Boys X FEM!Reader || OneShots ||

¿🍋? Brat ¿🍋? || Eijiro Kirishima

I swear I'm gonna post abt other characters.
But rn he's my comfort/🍋 character.

Love you my evil dores!

And as always, they are seniors you nasty.

AND, there will be punishment. Stay safe y'all.

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"Y/N, get over here, now." His voice was low and stern, but did I care, no?

I shook my head, crossing my arms as I began walking away from him, down to my dorm room.

For the past week I had been sick. Now that I was finally feeling better I wanted to go out with Mina.

He didn't want me to, and said I should wait longer.
Me, loving to act bratty and get on his nerves, continued to say no to him.

This had gone on for the past two hours, this back and forth bickering.

I could feel his blood boil from behind me, already seeing his red eyebrows crease in the center.

"You're going to learn your fucking place," I hear his low demanding voice as he picks me up and I'm suddenly over his shoulder.

"Eijiro! Put me down!" I argued, slamming my clenched fists against his back as my feet kicked behind me.
His hands held on the skin behind my knees, keeping me from falling as he carried me to his dorm room.

"I think we both know why you're acting like this," she speaks low and commandingly.
It sends a shiver down my spin. His normal goofy and kind personality thrown out the window as he's now demanding and stern.

"Eijirooo!" I whine, now giving up on my attempt to hurt him as I try to wiggle from his grasp.

"You listen to me Y/N," he starts, his face by my ear as he holds me down tighter.
"I'll fucking punish you in the hallway, right in front of everyone if that's what you want." He finally says, a stern frown pulls on his lips.

"Please don't," I plead, knowing damn well he would if he really felt like it.

"Then you're going to be a good girl, right?" He asks, and I can see the door numbers we pass.

Only two more steps to his door.

A shiver runs down my spin, my cheeks flush red as my skin becomes hot.

"Y/N, don't make me ask again." He growls, now stopped outside of his door.

"I'll be good, I promise." I plead, holding onto his shoulder as he closes and locks the door behind us.

"I think it's a little too late for that princess." He shakes his head, sitting me on his lap as he sits on his bed.

I glare at him, still not dropping my bratty attitude.
I can feel his anger radiating off of him, making my skin bubble with heat.

"Stop looking at me like that, now what should your punishment be princess?" He sighs, pretending to think.
My eyes widen at the word, my body tensing up at his words.
"Do you want to be teased? Do you want to be gagged or tied up? Or," he smiles, resting his large hands on my thighs.
"I've decided your punishment." He smiles.

"Baby, please I promise I'll be good. I don't want to be punished." I whimper, but he rolls his eyes, his hands rubbing their way to my ass.

"We both know you do, and besides." He leans down to my ear, pulling me closer to his body.
"Does it sound like I give a fuck what you want right now?" He growls.
"I want you to count every spanking you get, you will get ten to start." His right hand stops grabbing me and I assume is hovering in the air.

"Wait! Baby please I'll be good!" I plead, only to feel a sharp smack to my behind.
I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt, his left hand coming to rub the now stinging spot.

"I don't hear you counting," I can hear the smirk in his words.

"One," I whimper, my hands wrapping around his neck and my legs around his waist.
It really hurt now as he gives me the second slap. The sound echoing off the walls.
"T-two."

By the fourth and fifth slap, my eyes start tearing up and I can't help but cry as he gives me my sixth slap.

"Baby! Please stop! I'll be good I swear!" I plead, only to be given my seventh slap.
"Seven," I sniffle as he rubs my behind soothingly.

"You're doing so well princess." His voice is raw and smooth, almost calming as he gives me my eighth snack.

"Eight..." I whine, my hands clutching his neck pathetically as I beg in his ear for him to stop.
"Baby please," I whimper.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I told you to behave." He gives me my ninth slap and I start to cry again, my legs trembling.

Getting slapped ten times by an almost, grown-man hurt like a bitch. Even more when they are liking the pain they are inflicting on you, and even more when they know you like it in a twisted sick way.

I can't help but cry, but at the same time I love being put in my place, and he knows that.

"Nine," I cry, the pain is agonizing, but at the same time it hurts so good.
And as the last and hardest slap comes I tremble harder, my nose running and my eyes red and puffy.
"Ten," I choke out.

He rubs my hips and ass soothingly, whispering words I can't make out in my ear.

"Who do you belong to Y/N?" He asks,

"Y-you, only you!" I plead, my voice raw and pathetically submissive.

"You did so well baby, I'm so proud of you." He smiles, kissing my neck softly as he tries to calm me down.
"So good for me, all for me. Mine to own. Right baby?" He purrs in my ear.

"Yes," I nod, shivering at his words. "I'm sorry, I'll be good I promise!" I plead, my legs and arms thankfully not trembling as my ass stops stinging so bad.
But it definitely still hurts, and I know I'll be stuck on his lap, as I'm sitting but not on anything as I straddle his hips.

"I know you will," he smiles soothingly at me, rubbing my body and kissing my neck softly.
"Go to sleep baby,"

And I do.
I don't know if it's the tears, the embarrassment of how pathetic I feel, or the pain, but I fall asleep before I can even hear his next words of affirmation in my ear.

God, what I would do to always feel like his 'pathetic submissive princess.'

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All done, good night fr.

1005 words without this. Bye y'all.