My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests OPEN!]

🍋 Punishment Pt. 1 (Iida x Brat!F!Reader)

"I don't get why we have to do this," you grumble under your breath, earning a sharp look from your teammate, Tenya Iida. His expression is stern, his eyes piercing through the foggy street light. You know you're pushing his buttons, but you can't help it. The thrill of the challenge sparks in your eyes as you tug at the sleeves of your hero costume feeling the familiar tug of the fabric against your skin.

"It's for the mission briefing," he reminds you, his voice a mix of patience and irritation. "You know how important it is to be prepared." His words hang in the air like a chastisement, but you can't shake the feeling that he enjoys the power play more than he lets on. The tension between you is palpable, a silent dance of dominance and submission that's been building since the moment you were paired together.

You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool, but the smirk playing at the corner of his lips tells you he's not fooled. "Fine," you say, your voice a tad too loud for the quiet night. "But if it's another boring lecture, I'm going to fall asleep on the spot."

Tenya's grip tightens on your arm. "You're really asking for it tonight, aren't you?" His voice is low, a warning rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. You swivel to face him, ready to retort, but his gaze holds you in place. "Keep it up and I'll show you just how serious I can be." His eyes spark with something that's definitely not boredom, and suddenly the air is thick with something else entirely.

The mission briefing room is dimly lit, filled with the low murmur of the other heroes discussing strategies. You sit next to Tenya, his thigh brushing against yours with every shift. His presence is like a live wire, charged and intense. You can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and the way he leans in slightly, like he's about to whisper a secret, sends your heart racing. The presenter drones on, but you can't focus. You're too busy watching Tenya's strong jaw clench and unclench, his hand tapping a rhythm on the table that matches the erratic beat of your pulse.

During a break in the briefing, he stands abruptly. "We need to talk." His words are firm, leaving no room for argument. You follow him into an empty training room, the door clicking shut behind you. The sound echoes in the vast, empty space.

"What's your problem?" he asks, his voice a controlled whisper. "You're acting like a child."

You cross your arms over your chest, lifting your chin. "I'm not the one who's all uptight about a simple mission briefing."

Tenya's eyes narrow. "I'm not uptight," he says, his voice tight. "I just expect you to take this seriously."

You scoff. "And I don't? Just because I don't march around with a stick up my ass like you?"

His eyes flash with something that's definitely not amusement. He takes a step closer, crowding your space. "You know exactly what I mean," he says, his voice dropping even lower. "You're pushing the boundaries, testing me. It needs to stop."

You feel the heat of his body, the way it seems to radiate into you. "Or what?" You challenge, your voice a cocky whisper.

A muscle jumps in his jaw. His hand reaches out, grabbing your wrist in a firm but gentle grip. He pulls you closer, so that your chests are almost touching. "You keep acting like a little brat, and I'll take you over my knee right here, right now. I don't care who's watching."

Your breath catches in your throat as the heat of his words washes over you. The way he says it, so calmly yet with an underlying threat, sends your heart racing even faster. You know he's not joking. You look around the room, the stark white walls and the echo of distant footsteps the only witnesses to this moment of power play.

You swallow, your voice a bit shaky. "You wouldn't dare." But even as you say it, you know you want him to. You want to see if he'll actually go through with it, if he'll finally snap and give you the punishment that's been dancing at the edge of your interactions for weeks.