This Is So Good Omg

this is so good omg

CPE — CERTIFIED P*SSY EATER

taishiro (fat gum) x reader

warnings: oral (fem receiving), oral fixation, overstimulation, implied sex afterwards.

a/n: this is literally my first time writing for someone from mha other than hawks so this was... different.

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It’s no secret that Taishiro could eat, he was the BMI hero after all. Though, there was a surprising detail that you didn’t expect. His quirk fueled by his eating habits and deemed popular by the public should‘ve made it obvious. But it wasn’t until you started dating Taishiro that you became aware… he was a certified pussy eater.

You were the new object of fascination for his oral fixation. He didn’t eat you out as an obligation or just to say he did – not even for your pleasure – it was because he genuinely liked doing it. And he couldn’t stop. He was addicted to the feeling of his mouth on your cunt. One orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He needed more. It often got to the the point where you were a twitching mess and couldn’t move after the fact.

“T, I can’t. Ah ~ ”

You had been saying it for the past hour or so, and every time Taishiro proved you wrong as he coaxed you through yet another ograsm. “Yes you can baby, just relax.” He didn’t want you to finish so quickly, so he gives your pussy a break and tends to the soft flesh of your thighs instead, it was the only way he could keep his mouth busy while giving you a minute to recover.

But if you had known how ruthless his mouth would be when he resumed, you would’ve endured it just a little longer. You couldn’t run from it either, not with his strong arms holding you down. All you could do was clench the white sheets and scream up to the heavens, hoping your prayers and tears would be enough for deliverance.

You shouldn’t have looked. You should’ve kept your eyes screwed shut so you couldn’t see how Taishiro lapped at your swollen lips. Watching the muscles in his face move as he worked was almost enough to finally throw you over the edge.

When he catches you watching with a look of awe plastered on your face, he accentuates his movements: dragging his tongue a little slower, adding extra pressure here, and curving his tongue a little more there. Eating pussy was an art form to him, and if you asked anyone, they would say he mastered it – if you asked Taishiro himself, he would say he wished to improve and he would never be satisfied.

“You taste so good, baby.” He plants soft kisses to your drenched sex. “Just one more.”

“Promise?” You couldn’t keep going. For the sake of your sanity this needed to be the last one.

He chuckles softly. You whine a little, begging for him to say it back. “Alright, alright. I promise.”

You both fall back into place, your head resting on the pillow while he returns to the wet mess between your thighs. Since it’s the last round he decides to use his fingers as well – why not go all out? Eventually a scorching white heat flows through you, lighting your entire body on fire as the knot in your core finally snaps and you cum once more.

Taishiro stands to discard the sweatpants that hung low on his hips, a look of confusion overcoming your tired face. “What are you doing, T?”

“I never promised that I wouldn’t fuck you.”

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ON ICE : TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER

summary: your pro hero boyfriend ices you to the counter and has his way with you. content warnings: shameless unedited smut, fem/afab reader, aged-up characters, established relationship, misuse of shouto’s quirk (aka ice restraints), nipple play, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex word count: 2.6k

It happened right in the middle of lunch prep.

You’d just taken the vegetables out of the oven and you’d been peering thoughtfully into the sauce, wondering what else it needed, when there was a crackling, crystalline sound, almost like glass shattering. There was the freezing touch of ice at your ankles, curling up around your foot, locking you to the floor.

You yelped, catching yourself on the counter, and whipped around to stare at your pro hero boyfriend as he lounged in the doorway.

“Shouto, that’s fucking freezing!” you yipped, clutching the countertop for balance as you tried to yank your house slippers out from the block that had encased them. The thickness of your socks and the material of the slipper protected you from the worst of Shouto’s quirk, something you thought he’d probably banked on, but you could still feel the icy chill beyond them.

“What the hell?” you demanded.

Shouto, for his part, looked extremely unconcerned with what he’d just done. Today was his off-duty day, and he’d clearly just awoken from the nap he’d been taking, face down in the bed when you’d left him. The right side of his hair was mussed, fluffed up and out of its usual silky perfection, and he still looked sleep-soft in a dark tee shirt and sweatpants. A tiny, mischievous smile turned up the corner of his perfect mouth.

“Caught you, love,” he said in his low, gentle tone. Which was extremely sexy but also explained absolutely nothing.

You peered at him suspiciously over your shoulder. “I’m making lunch—there’s nothing to catch.”

You watched your boyfriend’s mismatched eyes slide over you in a cool assessment, icy grey and fiery blue, flickering down the lines of your body. Instead of answering, he pushed off the doorway, padding slowly over to you. You lost sight of him as he moved closer, unable to twist your head at that angle, so you were surprised by the sight of a long fingered hand reaching out by your hip, tugging the pair of oven mitts hanging off the side of the stove.

“Uh, what are you doing?” you wondered as his hand retracted, only to shiver as he stepped up behind you, his chest warm against your back.

“Hold out your arms, love,” Shouto said, catching you under your left elbow. You watched, mystified, as he pulled your hand back, gently guiding an oven mitt down over your arm. “I don’t want you to get frostbite.”

“Frostbite?” you echoed as he pulled on the second one. Shouto carefully guided your hands back to the counter, encouraging you to take hold. You had your answer, then, as a lick of ice formed under his hands, pressing yours down to the counter. It crackled up and over the fabric of the oven mitts and clamping down tightly until you were encased in ice up to your forearm, a solid, unmovable mass, locking you against the counter.

You could feel a vague sense of the cold through the mitts, but it was abstract, distant—cool more than cold.

You stared, blinking down at the ice block in bemusement. “Sho—what the hell?”

Shouto’s chest pressed more firmly against your back, and his hands skimmed up the skin of your arms to your shoulders, holding you as his mouth pressed to the side of your neck. You shivered in his grip, feeling lost and confused and also weirdly, strangely turned on.

“You asked, love,” Shouto said into your shoulder, those long fingers playing with the straps of your dress, pulling one aside so his mouth could reach the skin under it. Your brain went a little bit fuzzy with the feeling of his soft lips on your skin.

“I think I would remember asking you to turn me into a giant ice cube,” you told him, wracking your brain for what he possibly could have interpreted as a request for this.

“When we watched that movie last week,” Shouto said, his hands sliding down your back to grasp your waist. His front pressed all along your back, and you thought you could feel the slight stirring of his interest, pressed just above your ass.

You tore your focus away from the feeling of him, a long, hot line along your back, trying to dredge up the memory of whatever movie he was referencing. “The—the super old All Might one? With the frost villain?” you asked incredulously, suddenly recalling.

There had been a classic damsel in distress, frosted to the side of a building set to implode—and All Might, aka an actor in a horrendously blimped-up bodysuit and yellow wig, had come charging in to free her. She’d been all dark eyes and heaving bosom as she’d called out to him, and when he’d pressed an enthusiastic kiss to her waiting mouth, you’d unthinkingly given voice to your doubts.

“Shouto, I said that there was no way that situation was as sexy as they tried to make it look!” you said, your mouth dropping open. “There can’t be anything hot about being ice cubed!”

Shouto hummed into your skin, a low vibration you felt all the way down your spine. “We’ll see about that, love,” he said, pressing a slow, languorous line of kisses up the column of your throat.

You tried your ice restraints again, aching to reach up and pinch him, but there was absolutely no give. “And you took that personally?” you asked.

“I did,” Shouto replied, his hands bunching up the waistline of your dress. You realized he was slowly gathering up the folds of your skirt, his fingers skimming the skin of your thighs as they were bared.

“Okay well my bosom won’t be heaving,” you promised him. Shouto’s mouth quirked against the back of your neck and he hummed again, low and full of promise.

“We’ll see,” he said again, as his hands slipped beneath your dress, sliding up your stomach to cup the aforementioned bosom. You couldn’t help but laugh, and you could feel Shouto smiling into your shoulder too, even as he grew harder against your back, pressing himself into you with intent.

“I’ve got plans for the state of your bosom,” he told you, making you laugh again. Long fingers fiddled with the cup of your bra, occasionally teasing the skin underneath, until he pulled it away from your chest, rolling it up and over your breasts.

His hands replaced the cups, warm and gentle, and you shivered again as he bit a careful kiss into the lobe of your left ear, just as his thumbs came up to brush slowly over your nipples.

“Feels good, love?” he murmured, doing it again, his thumbs flickering back and forth again in slow little circles. You could feel your nipples growing stiffer in his palms, incontrovertible evidence that it did feel good.

“Y–yes,” you said, letting out a slow breath. You felt your thighs squeeze together in the open kitchen air, your legs and your entire front bared with the way Shouto had your dress rucked up over his forearms.

Coupled with the immovable pressure at your arms, the vulnerability was unusual, and a little bit nerve-wracking. But there was no better pair of hands you trusted yourself in than Shouto’s.

Shouto kissed up the back of your neck, slowly, as his fingers worked your nipples, gently pinching and plucking, exactly how he knew you liked. Despite your earlier promise, you felt yourself growing wet, your breath coming heavy, your chest almost heaving. You realized your hips were moving, grinding in little circles against Shouto’s front.

“O–oh,” you said, when Shouto rolled your nipple just so between those elegant fingers, in a way that made the edges of your vision go a little bit blurry. "Ah—yes—"

“Mmm,” Shouto intoned against your ear. One of his hands released your breast, sliding back down over your stomach, dipping with intent into your panties. “That’s it, love,” he said, over the bitten off moan you choked out, as his fingers found their way between your folds.

His middle finger sank into you easily, his thumb brushing gently over your clit.

You grasped the counter tighter between your fingers, barely able to adjust in the minute space his ice had given you.

“It’s not so bad, is it, pet?” Shouto murmured, both his thumbs stroking over your sensitive areas in unison. His index finger joined the first, pressing up into you with purpose. "Could it be good?"

Something about the guiding question in that low, indulgent tone made you shudder, pressing harder back into him, clenching around his fingers. You felt him adjust himself against your back, his cock pressing against your ass through the fabric of his sweats, dragging up the cleft in a rocking motion.

He let out an appreciative huff, kissing below your ear, adding another finger. The heel of palm pressed firmly to your clit as his other hand plucked at your nipple again.

You turned your head, seeking his mouth. You could feel the tiny smile on his mouth as he met you halfway, licking across the seam of your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his heel pressed harder against you, pinning you back against him. You were slowly rocked between his hand and his hips, your vision sparking and fizzing, then dimming completely as your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“I’m going to take you, love,” Shouto said between kisses, licking slowly and unexpectedly filthily into your mouth, continuing that insistent rocking of his palm, the press and curl of his fingers within you. “Do you want that? Right over this counter, pet? Trapped in the ice?”

You nodded quickly, squirming in his hands. Fuck, you didn’t even care that this meant he’d been right about how sexy the ice thing could be. His fingers were so clever, so good inside you, but you wanted him more—wanted to be bent right over the edge of the counter and filled with him, wanted him weighing you down to the countertops, all those kilos of pro hero muscle curled possessively over you.

“Shouto, please,” you managed, and Shouto’s hands left you instantly. You felt him pull down the waistband of his sweats, and those fingers were teasing your panties aside, and then he was guiding himself into you, long and thick and full and utterly delicious.

You were so wet already he slid into you easily, and you realized he’d melted the ice at your feet as he walked you forward to press you right over the counter, fisting a hand in the back of your dress.

“Fuck, love,” he said, his voice tight. Hearing the inflection in his normally impassive tone heated your blood until it was simmering. “Ah, you feel so good. So sweet for me.”

He felt so good, especially when he slid back out and into you again, his hips slapping the flesh of your ass. He bucked into you slowly, groaning his approval, one strong arm curling around your waist, pulling you back into him.

“Oh my god, okay—Shouto, please—please—” you said again, uncaring that your voice had risen into a high, shaky whine.

His hips slapped into you again as his fingers found your clit once more, his palm pressing down against you. The slide of him within you and the tease of his fingers without had you moaning into your dress, bunched up over the top of the ice. You could feel the sharp bite of the ice block against the underside of one of your breasts where your dress didn’t quite cover it, shockingly cold against your overheated skin.

Shouto worked you up with the maddening skill and precision of long familiarity. He knew just how you liked it, murmuring praise into your hair, his hands roaming over every inch of you, plucking, pulling, teasing. He fucked into you with long, hard strokes, all that pro hero athleticism turned on you, maintaining a pace that had you slumping bonelessly into the counter, heat licking through all your veins.

You wanted to clutch at him, but you could only flex your fingers uselessly within your stupid oven mitts as that pressure in your lower belly started swirling out of control. When his hand lowered to your cunt again you found yourself unable to get away, every slap of his hips driving your clit more firmly into his fingers.

His other hand found your right breast and carefully teased your nipple again, rolling it between fingers that were suddenly slightly too hot, then slightly too cold.

You realized you were babbling something, but you couldn’t hear yourself over Shouto’s warm murmurs against your temple. “That’s it. That’s it, love. So perfect for me. So lovely, so tight—so good. Come for me, pet—come on. Can’t you do it?”

You were delirious with the sound of his voice, the feeling of his fingers, the slide of him inside of you. With only a few more slaps of his hips, you found yourself twisting desperately in his grip, every muscle in your body drawing taut, like a string about to snap—everything inside you hot and tense and tight—

And then you were thrown out over the edge, crying out Shouto’s name, twisting and squirming and writhing out your pleasure between his hand and his cock. Shouto fucked you through it, his low, soft moans in your ear, the rapid huff of his breath stirring your hair.

Even as you relaxed against him, feeling pliant and shivery like gelatin, he kept going, seeking his own release. You pressed your cheek against the cool ice through your dress, Shouto still fiery-hot against your back, sweat sticking you together. Shouto’s hands both clutched your waist, and it was the tightening of his grip that signaled his orgasm, as his thrusts grew more hurried, more irregular.

He groaned out your name into your shoulder as he came, his voice thick and low and warm and pleased.

His weight trapped you against the counter, even more firmly than his ice, and a feeling of deep contentment and satisfaction pooled in your veins.

So...he had been right, you could admit. The ice thing could be sexy, or whatever. Given the right pro hero in the mix.

“I thought so,” Shouto said when you admitted this aloud to him, sounding a little too pleased with himself. “I suspected you would be interested.”

You turned your head to look at him, catching sight of one blue eye, his scarlet bangs falling across his brow. “I am pretty certain I said I thought it wouldn’t be sexy though,” you said, squinting at him suspiciously.

In the corner of your eye, you saw his mouth quirk. “Ah but that means you thought about it,” he said, with the terrible perceptiveness of a partner you’d had for years.

Your whole body went suddenly hot with embarrassment.

“Okay but I say a lot of stuff during movie scenes,” you said defensively, as Shouto’s hands came up to smooth over your waist again, clutching you almost possessively. You were occasionally kind of a talker during movies, you could admit it. It wasn’t like this scene in particular had been special.

“Which means we have several other scenes to explore, love,” Shouto said, shifting over you with intent, still buried within you. “I seem to recall two others from this last week.”

You suddenly realized he was making no move to free you from the ice, even as his hands slid over you again. And you recalled with a startling clarity just which scenes you had remarked on this last week—

You could feel your boyfriend’s smirk against your skin, and you shivered with delight, as he slid down your body and began his work anew.

secrets uncovered - toge inumaki x reader

cw: suggestive themes! nothing explicit tho!

word count: 941

“Ooo, someone had some fun last night.” Nobara teases you, poking at the very prominent hickey sucked into your neck last night by your secret boyfriend. She tugs down your collar with an excited gasp when she notices even more marks. Just as quickly, you’re tugging it back up, face burning hot as you do your best to avoid looking at the man who gave you them, and more, last night. The lot of you, former first and second years, now graduated are now having a movie night to celebrate.

“My, my, we’ve got a little slut on our hands.” Maki joins in the teasing, enjoying your embarrassment. On the other couch, sandwiched between Yuta and Megumi, it’s Yuji who puts two and two together, much to everyone’s surprise.

“Wait a minute..” He begins, and you can’t help the way your wide eyes nervously glance to Toge, sitting on the floor next to Panda, only to see the white-haired boy practically glaring a warning at his pink-haired friend. “Y/N, weren’t you with Inumaki yesterday..?” The entire room goes quiet, save for the movie still idly playing, though no one is paying attention to it now. Now it’s Megumi’s turn to share in the memory of you denying their offer to hang out after lunch with the couple, stating that you had plans with Toge.

“You did mention that.” He states, not sure whether to feel happy that you finally laid your long-time crush, or disgusted.

“What?!” Nobara borderline-screamed, grabbing you by the shoulders roughly. “And you didn’t tell us?!”

“W-Well-“

“We’re your friends! What-“

“Let her explain herself.” Maki interrupted, her hand firmly resting on Nobara’s shoulder, instantly making the redhead settle down. All eyes were on you, except for Toge, whose face was buried in his hands. You could hear the muffled sounds of Yuta trying so hard to hold in his laughter, to no avail.

“We just.. I-“

“Alright,” Megumi cuts in, seeing as you’re too flustered to speak, and Toge can’t speak to explain the story. “Just leave it be for now. This is probably why they didn’t tell you.”

“Who says you get a say in this?!” Nobara argues. “Our sweet little Y/N.. So innocent.. So pure..” She fakes a sniffle for dramatic effect, and the topic might’ve been on the way of fizzling out, except the comment about your innocence and purity made Toge snort, earning a sharp warning glare from you.

Yuji does a spit take, choking on the drink he was about to swallow, making his boyfriend sigh in annoyance while patting his back to help him through it.

“Really couldn’t help yourself there, huh?” Yuta comments through laughter to Toge, who’s seemingly lost all shame as far as the topic was concerned, smiling proudly.

“So, are you guys dating, or just..” Panda trails off, but the insinuation is there, making you groan in embarrassment, covering your burning face with your hands.

“Salmon.” Toge speaks up, standing and walking over to you, removing your hands from your flushed face and kissing your lips to seal the deal. He pulls away a moment later, both of you sporting matching smiles. To your right, Maki fakes a gag, and Nobara grabs a pillow and half heartedly smacks at the two of you, both of them only making you laugh.

“She’s fuckin’ liked him long enough.” Megumi comments, earning a glare from you. Toge wears a smug grin at the confession, that falters when Yuta’s grin matches his as he raises his eyebrow.

“Don’t.” Toge mouths, but it’s far too late for mercy, Yuta is already opening his mouth and spilling his secret. “He’s liked her for years-“ Suddenly, the pillow has been snatched from Nobara and thrown at the dark-haired sorcerer, which he effortlessly catches, as he and the rest of your friends fall into laughter.

“I’m happy for you guys!” Yuji exclaims when everyone’s settled down a bit. When you look over at him, he’s absolutely beaming, making it impossible for you not to return his smile. To your right, Maki taps her girlfriend on the shoulder with a smirk on her lips before whispering a question in her ear to pass onto you, making Nobara gasp.

“Wait!” She exclaims. “We’ve gotta know..” There’s a pause for dramatic effect, naturally. “How was he?” Both girls are smirking, barely containing their giddiness, knowing that Toge can’t speak up to defend himself. Maki moves her hand to her cheek, acting like she’s scratching an itch while she mouths to you to play along. You get the picture real quick, and it takes a lot of willpower not to let your expressions betray you.

“He was-“

“Y/N, stop talking.” You feel his cursed words buzz in your head, similarly to last night, and you could no longer force yourself to speak. Laughing though, you could do that, giggling uncontrollably at his reaction. You were going to praise him, but Toge would rather not have your shared sex life being discussed like this.

“..Did he do that to you while you were-“

“Maki, Nobara, quiet.” Under different circumstances, they would’ve attacked him for this, but all three of you were damn near in tears from laughter, yet you were nodding, confirming their question, much to your boyfriend’s dismay.

“..Why does that sound like it’d be really hot though..” Yuji ponders, earning a whack on the back of his head by Megumi. Yuta is having the time of his life, he can’t remember the last time he’s laughed this much. Meanwhile, Panda just shakes his head, wishing he would’ve left sooner when he had the chance.

holy fuck

Paranormal Activity | Levi Ackerman x You

Summary: You visit Levi’s place of work for the first time & shit gets spooky & a lil’ slutty. 👻

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW, Fucking in a Haunted House because why the fuck not, Breath Play, Gagging, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Copious Amounts of Fluff, Two Idiots in Love. Wishing it was Halloween already 🎃🎃🎃

***

One glow stick cracks under your trembling palm.

That’s all you and your friends get to lead your way through the twist of halls drenched in shadow, looming beneath the fluttering entrance of tattered black fabric strips in the wind.

Levi somehow convinced you to visit him at work.

The cashier at your local haunt’s ticketing booth fit him so perfectly it almost made you laugh the first time he told you. Of course that’s where he works.

You still have a hard time seeing what he saw in you all those weeks ago.

Insatiably inked from head to toe like he couldn’t get enough. A trait you would later find out he shared with nearly all things as he licked your pussy for hours into the night. His tattoos gliding over his collarbones, over his strong neck, to the back of his ears resting underneath either side of his jaw. A permanent collar.

Levi was…intense. Even then.

Well, running into someone and sending their coffee-or was it tea?-flying, would throw anyone into a panic. But he just stoically stood over you in a scramble, stammering over your words, and he was fucking smirking of all things. Your floral dress flounced about your ankles, peering up at him through your curled lashes with innocent doe eyes.

He was fucking smitten from the start.

And he always likes to see you squirm.

Just like now.

Somehow you didn’t find him in the box at the front of the lot…Maybe you caught him at a bad time? Was he on break?

Totally normal to visit your boyfriend under any other circumstances, but Levi has been far from conventional ever since you first met him, working the front end for one of the best haunted houses in the state. It tops nearly every list and has a cult following for fuck’s sake. The thousands of people lined up just to get a good scare is something else, and you’re about to be-

“Next!”

And here you are, shaking in the cold as your knees knock together under your pure white skater skirt that flutters over the curve of your thighs in the fall breeze. A voice rips you from your anxious haze yet again.

“Remember, stay together. There’s no signs in there, so the goal is to find your way out using the glow stick. As long as it takes,” the host looks up from her stand with a wicked smirk cast your way, “And don’t touch the actors.”

Easy enough.

That was until your friends pushed you in first as they cowered behind you.

One has their hand twisted so far into your shirt that the collar threatens to cut off your air. Shit, I guess you’re really doing this. You step across the threshold holding your breath.

You expected it to be loud in here. Aren’t haunted houses supposed to be loud?

Only the hesitant shuffle of your new black leather Docs that Levi got you can be heard against the unseen path before you. Your friends are already sniveling and whimpering close to your back.

The dark is so thick it feels like it presses into your open eyes unable to adjust to the oppressive lack of light.

“Will you please take your hand off my neck? You’re choking me!” You throw over your shoulder to your friend that’s already in shambles.

“Shit, fine. M’sorry…” The hand retreats from your back and glides into your free hand while the other holds the useless orange glow stick above you barely shedding any light in front of you.

“I can’t see a damn thing with this,” you speak into the air thick with a rolling fog.

In response, the hand in yours shifts, fingers lacing through yours in a tighter hold.

“Don’t tell me you’re that fucking scared you’re holding my hand right now…You’re ridiculous,” you attempt to cast over your shoulder with a roll of your eyes. The faint light of the glow stick illuminating your friend’s face of utter shock as they quietly mouth “what are you talking about?” Panic breaks over their features and pummels through your body.

The deft fingers immediately slip from your hold as if they were never there. Just smoke slipping through your hands and you nearly vault into the air. The shockwave of your reaction ripples through your line of friends that nearly run in all directions as they let out their first screams into the night.

A breathy, disembodied laugh escapes into the air as if they were a prize to be won.

“Fuck! What was that?!” Another friend cries out in desperation while the darkness begins to swallow you all whole.

“Me?” Is breathed onto your neck so sinister and alluring that you can feel the heat of their tongue nearly inches away.

You whip your head around in the direction of that voice again, frantically searching to find nothing. The orange glow of your sole light source is just mocking you alongside the voice now.

Your friends lurch forward in a panic, knocking the light out of your hands that goes flying only to cast the shadow of something on all fours slinking away like a creature in the night.

Unable to fight their impulses, they bolt on instinct, picking up the stick, nearly dropping it again, and taking off in front of you as you scramble to catch up around the next corner.

As the dull glow disappears around the wall, you’re left panting in the dark.

Reaching out in front of you helplessly in the shadows.

Not a soul behind you.

The air is so thick with torment and there’s nothing you can do but grope the empty space in front of you in distress.

Your breaths begin to pick up. You thought you could handle this before.

But alone like this in deafening silence? It’s fucking torture.

The tense atmosphere shifts alongside you, a presence detected, and that heat on your neck again, words dripping down your spine-

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this? Hm? Aren’t you scared, sweetheart?”

“Levi!” You’d know that dark voice anywhere.

“He’s not here, but I can be,” the voice purrs in your ear in a grin.

You reach a hand back to run your hand through the dark hair behind you, and a hand snatches your wrist mid air pinning it to the small of your back. Your fingers flex outstretched chasing the smoke before it speaks again.

“I can help you…if you want. But…you’ll have to help me too,” the muffled voice is far too innocent, sending a shiver through you.

“Oh fuck off and get me out of here,” you sneer and you can feel lips curl back against your neck in a dark grin at your attitude. Teeth grazing over your pulse point, thrumming at a dangerous pace under their heavy gaze.

“That’s not how good girls speak, now is it?” The specter punctuates by licking a long stripe up the side of your exposed throat and you whine against the hold. The grip releases you back into the darkness.

Alone again.

Your boots scuffing the floor in an attempt to ground you in the twisting black.

No sight of a glow or your friends. Maybe they really did get swallowed whole.

An uncomfortable silence scratches at your ears.

Or…was that nails dragging down the metal hallway, endlessly echoing all around you, entrapping you in the sound?

“White, hm?” Sinks into your ear, replacing the cacophony with horrifying clarity.

“Yeah…and?”

A demonically low snicker fills the space between wet lips and your jaw.

“You would wear a white mini dress in a fucking haunted house.”

You have the audacity to scoff in the face of the faceless danger.

“But with the boots too?” Lips are licked in a snarl. “Maybe I’ll let it slide…this time.”

A blaring noise rips through all around you like a truck slamming on its breaks. A bright red flash of light illuminates the silhouette now in front of you. Smiling so devilishly wide with a glint in silver slits for eyes. You find a scream threatening to burst forth from your chest at the sudden shock in contrast to the near pin drop silence from before. But it doesn’t come out. Not yet.

The lights begin to strobe so quickly that you only see him in fractions.

Frame by frame he moves so slow to you.

Dark synth chords are triggered alongside the lights above you, wrapping you in a sensory overload.

Before you can make sense of it all, those lithe fingers graze at the ends of your skirt to the back of your thighs, meeting the crease of your ass, and taking a handful of you as the fabric drapes over his wrists.

You’re panting into his exposed collarbone for dear life and he moves his lips next to your ear, nipping.

“Are you scared?”

“It’s gonna—hah—take more…than that to scare me.”

“Is that so?”

He lifts you with ease, pushing you up the wall as your boots clack against each other. You wrap against him so tightly that he feels your every shiver. Not scared huh…

As you grind down into him he dares to push you back further and a trap door opens behind you. The flimsy wooden door swings on its hinges as he steps in and it loudly slams shut.

You’re in a trick room no bigger than 4 feet across with a small shelf built into the side. He rests you there with your feet dangling off as your heels lock against his waist and pull him in close.

“You little liar,” you growl through your teeth, “A cashier?? You really are a menace, aren’t you?”

“Mmm I’ll be whatever you want me to be, if you still want my help.”

“Oh, I’m indebted to you now? Got it.”

“Hey, your friends ditched you. You should’ve seen the look on their faces. It’s either me getting you out of here or you’ll be alone again.”

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about me?”

“You were hyperventilating.”

“I wasn’t-you don’t-I was just catching my breath.”

Another buzzer tears through the maze sending a bright flash of light over you both, catching each of Levi’s piercings. The bridge between his eyes…a septum hanging over his parted mouth. Two snake bites buried into the plush of his lower lip as his tongue piercing pokes out just underneath his smirk. He reacts to your eyes opening wide as you throw yourself deeper against him, shaking.

“Who’s the liar now?” He pries you back from the safety of his hold as he stands deep in between your spread thighs, pressing against the thin, straining fabric of your panties. They’re stretched so impossibly thin that your lips can barely stay inside the dripping lace, swimming in a floral pattern that casts a spell over Levi.

“Been thinkin’ about you all night. Hoping you’d come in.”

You feign a prissy scoff; face upturned. It’s apart of the game after all.

“Don’t believe me? I couldn’t wait to make you scream.”

“You’ve gotten a good jump out of me at best.”

“I’ll make you scream tonight. Promise.”

At that, he’s running a finger through your folds over your panties that are about as useless as that damn glow stick.

And fuck, you moan long and loud into his ear.

“Close, but not where I want you, sweetheart.”

He hooks his hands underneath your knees sliding you closer to his cock hardening beneath you. Your hands fly back from his neck to the small platform to support yourself. You arch back into him with a guttural sigh that shakes through your teeth.

“Not good enough, baby,” he exhales in disappointment and feathers a kiss against your knee. His hand slides down from your side, over your thighs, lifting your knees over his shoulders and he kisses the leather wrapped around your ankle in a grin.

“I know you can do better than that.”

You feverishly shake your head and his soft touches turn to scratches down your thighs, leaving red marks in their wake.

He slides over those pathetic panties, gripping your hips and pulling down sharply to expose your cunt to the stale air of the cramped room.

Watching in awe of you, Levi nearly faints as a string of your arousal breaks in front of his eyes. He wraps your ruined panties around his wrist for safekeeping.

“Fuuuuuck, you really are a liar. Say you don’t want my help, but how the fuck were you gonna get out of this one?”

You move your hand down to touch yourself and he snatches your wrist again just as you dip in a fingertip.

“You really are a brat, huh? Trying to play it off with all these cute little skirts and shit, but I know what you are. I’ve heard you before. I’ll hear you again,” he sneers with a flick of your hem.

“Isn’t that right?”

You drag his hand up your chest in his grip and put your glistening finger in your mouth, tasting yourself so shamelessly that he has to bite back a groan.

His eyes widen at the sight of you. His black makeup smudged over the hood of his eyes and the bridge of his nose like a blindfold. The whites of his eyes now narrowing as he drinks you in are a stark contrast against the pitch black.

He pulls your hand from your mouth to take it deep in his own, moaning around you.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a brat, if you weren’t so damn easy,” you snap.

His eyes pulled shut in ecstasy from your taste fling open with a fire.

“Isn’t that right?” You mock, throwing his own words back at him.

He pulls your hips down so fast and flush to his as your back hits the platform underneath you. A gasp rings out with his name on your lips and it’s music to Levi. He grins as you cave so easily. Your knees draped so cavalier around his shoulders and neck like that damn skirt that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Bold of you to think you’re not the easy one here…When all you can do is pant my fucking name like that.”

You go to slide your skirt off, but again, he’s catching your every movement in his iron grip with reflexes too fast to release from.

“No, no, no, your skirt and boots stay on, sweetheart. But if you’re really that desperate, take your tits out for me,” he chastises with a click of his tongue that curls around his lips. That fucking tongue piercing matching the glint in his silver stare.

Your eyes nearly roll out of your head.

“Whatever will get you to shut that smart mouth of yours.”

“Your loss. You won’t get to see what else it can do.”

Before you can protest, he’s hastily pulling down your shirt, so the elastic collar stretches underneath your breasts, pushing them up your chest in your sheer lace bralette and clinging on for dear life. Your nipples straining through the fabric make a mockery of him and he latches onto one as you keen into his touch.

The smooth metal of his tongue piercing sliding over you and pinching you unexpectedly as he swirls around you and pulls you into his mouth. It has you in his trance. Right where he wants you.

He releases you wet and hungry with his lips parted in a pant of his own as he says your name barely above a whisper.

“Who’s panting my name now?” You spar and he accepts with a bite on your chest. Teeth marks shining against another strobe set off overhead and he smiles against your flared skin as he catches your eye in irreverence.

“Alright, that’s it. You’ve had enough,” you rasp on your exhale, swiftly sliding your panties off his wrist and stuffing them into his protesting mouth. You stretch a strap around the back of his neck and pop the elastic into place against his skin and Levi cries out thick and heavy as his own spit begins to spill over his bottom lip.

“Can’t even fuck me yet and you’re already a damn mess, huh Levi?”

He growls into the gag and nuzzles against your leather clad ankle. Hair hangs in front of his pleading eyes raking down your body as his chest heaves.

“My pretty…messy boy…Levi,” you breathe out as you pull down on his bottom lip with your thumb. His snakebite rapping lightly against his teeth and he just stares through you in awe.

“What are you waiting for, pretty? Fuck me.”

He’s bent over you so fast it steals the air out of your lungs with your legs pressed against your chest nearly pushing your breasts to your chin.

He caresses against your jaw so lovingly through the gag that it nearly breaks your heart to have to muzzle him like this. But fuck, if he doesn’t deserve it. He’ll learn.

He breaks the silence to pop open his buttons and slide his pants down around his thighs that have your favorite tattoos carved into them. Floral patterns that twist over his taut muscle and the solid bone of his knees. If he thought you were up to something with your skirts, than what the hell is he doing with these romantic ass flower petals and vines ghosting over his pale thighs? This man’s a hypocrite. Your hypocrite.

The thought etches a smile onto your face and Levi drags his fingertips all the way down from your laces, your calf, the back of your thighs. He lightly runs a finger through your pussy and how the fuck did you manage to get so wet that you’re dripping now? He nearly whimpers at the slick as you sigh in return.

Running his spare hand up your sternum he lightly envelops your neck in a soft hold. Just to feel, not to grip. He grounds himself there, feeling your heartbeat pulse against his touch in time with the synth of the dark hall. He looks up at you one last time for your mark and as you nod your chin slightly, he pushes into you to the base with a cough and choke against the lace wrapped around his tongue.

You let out a gasp and one of your hands flies up against the wall behind you. Fingers splayed out reaching for something, anything to hold onto while he fucks into you so deep your toes curl in your leather boots still wrapped around his head.

Spine arched you begin to squeeze him inside of you and his eyes threaten to roll back while his lids close in disbelief. He hangs his head heavy against the boots he bought you. He releases a harsh breath out his nose as you wrap him so deep in your pussy.

“Move, beautiful,” you praise him and he could die buried in you.

He rolls his hips forward, picking up a steady pace, and you feel the hard lines of his stomach through his shirt, working against your soft open thighs.

But it’s not enough and you want him to flex against your fingertips. You reach as far as you can around yourself to the ridge between his hip and navel. How can he be so plush and powerful at the same damn time? It floors you and you can’t help but fuck him back. Using the wall as leverage you grind down into him in a fever that causes him to throw his head back with a cry. You push him impossibly deep and he finds himself so moved by you as you work.

Your clear skin contrasting against the ink etched up each arm. You’re so sweet. Delicate and fierce. Too good for h-

“You’re so good for me, Levi.”

Oh fuck, here you go. He can’t take it.

“Fucking me like that. Just how I want. Always how I want, don’t you? My pretty boy?”

Fuck. You really do have him wrapped around your finger. He couldn’t care less, if it’s you and only you.

You reach up from his contracting muscles on his sides and thumb his cheek right under his eye, smearing some of his makeup. He leans into your touch with a strangled sound against your wet panties.

“There something you wanna tell me, baby?” You ask so innocently and Levi is seconds away from falling to pieces.

He nods against your ankle with his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, heaving through the gag.

“Why don’t you show me instead, pretty? Think you can do that?”

His brow furrows, pinched up and spellbound as he takes both hands and wraps them around your ankles. He pushes them further into the pounding pulse of his neck.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of you,” and you squeeze his throat at his silent request with the eyelets of your laced boots leaving purple marks trailing up the sides of his neck.

Levi’s vision blurs. Black spots fizzle against his eyelids and he chokes out a sob never breaking away from your heated gaze.

The way you look at him now…so openly adoring him as he falls apart in your grip…God, he loves you. He’d tell you right now, if you’d just let him.

He’ll let his body speak for him for now as tears gather in his lash line, threatening to spill over. You gently nudge the back of his head with the toe of your boot and the tears begin to flow over, dripping down past your knees. They slide further down your trembling thighs, kissing your cunt below.

They cut and carve perfect lines through his eye makeup, black grime streaming down his full, flushed cheeks and you could cum from the sight of him just as he is now.

“Are those for me, beautiful?”

Your thumb on his cheek gathers them there and hurries down to your parted mouth. The sweet brine of him pushing you closer.

“You taste so good, Levi…I’ll never get over it,” you slur around your fingers with a smile.

The things you say sometimes, fuck, he’s never heard them before in his entire life. Makes his chest swell and his heart beat in stuttered skips. Fuck, he’ll be good for you. So good. Whatever you want.

He begins to muffle through the gag, incoherently saying something out of hurried desperation.

“You’re being so good for me, baby. Tell me. Here-“

You pull the strap from around his neck and the destroyed lace from his mouth, and he’s barely stringing together a sentence with his eyes half lidded, panting. Fucked dumb by the lack of air in his lungs. Ruined.

He’s helplessly drooling as he fights himself.

“Mmfucking p-promised. Mm—haah—mfuckin promisssed I’d-that I’d m-make you scream,” and he fucking smiles against your shaking hand as he moves to flip you over on your front, chest heaving against the platform as your ankles dangle around his waist in his grip. He leaves a matching set of marks from his nails on your thighs like the ones you left now adorning his neck in lilac blooms.

Your ass spread wide and thumping off his hips at a breakneck pace.

“God, your fucking ass.”

He slaps your cheek sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

That fucking white skirt fluttering with every thrust into your skin.

You couldn’t hide your euphoria even if you tried and he knows it. He has you now.

Your voice climbs in rapture as he slams into you, causing that spot inside to swell thickly against his relentless cock. Through deep pulls of breath and cries hissing through your teeth. He knows you’re close.

And he has to hold you now through this or he’ll never forgive himself.

He drapes over your back, planting open-mouthed kisses up your spine and to your nape where you offer him your throat so freely he sees stars.

Laying each of his fingers one-by-one until your throat is encased and head pushed backward to meet his.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear as his teeth drag over your earlobe.

He tilts your head up, so you’re inches away lost in him as your jaw hangs open.

“I’m-“

“I know baby, let me hear you. It’s your turn to tell me.”

You turn to meet his eyes and he gazes into you so deeply he might just steal your soul then and there.

Levi laces his fingers over your hands clawing at the surface below. He’s determined to send you flying over the edge at his mercy as he fucks into you without abandon.

The fog of his unbridled intimacy rolls across your vision and you clench down around him as you plead, “Pleaseeeeahhh-just-j-just kiss m-me, please, fuck, Levi, fuuckkk me…keep fucking me—hah!”

He seals your begging with a kiss and you scream into his open mouth while he fucks into you with a force that you can’t keep up with.

Nipples raking against the surface of the platform, rattling the walls of the makeshift maze. You cum so hard your contractions clamp down around him as your knees squeeze around his waist possessively. You’re thrashing in his hold as you fill his mouth with a wail that etches into his memory. His prize.

He can’t do this, watching you constricted in his hold, the fucked out look in your eyes-

“Let me cum. P-please let me. I’m gonna—fuck—help me, baby please!”

“Now. And don’t make me wait.”

He presses his forehead so deeply into your neck and bites against your nape, smearing his tears against you.

He cums so forcefully that he pushes you up the platform as his muscles tense and tighten in pulsing waves around you.

His face still buried in your neck as the heat of his mouth dampens your hairline from a groan deep within his chest.

He begins to twitch and flinch at every movement you make, coming down from chasing your shared high.

You reach up to pet him there and he melts, nuzzling into you. The cold steel of his piercings meeting your flushed skin still hot to the touch.

The affection causes him to twitch inside you and a small gasp leaves your lips.

As he pulls out a sigh escapes him like he never wanted to leave.

He can’t bring himself to let go of you.

Running his hands along your back, your hips…

He’s so sweet in the afterglow. Tame.

Your shared breathing begins to slow and you wish you could just stay like this.

“Stay with me tonight,” he whispers with a kiss to your temple.

“After I get off. Stay with me. I’ll come get you.”

“My Levi, the softie, hm?”

“For you, always,” he breathes through a grin.

“Levi…”

“Hm?”

“How the fuck am I gonna get out of this place?”

A low chuckle fans over your hair and you can’t help but feed off of his energy, laughing at the sobering clarity of the position you’ve found yourselves in. He pulls you up so gently in his arms.

He can’t bring himself to rush anything with you, embracing you against him for just a moment more.

“I’ll show you this time…like I wanted to. Maybe I’ll get another scream out of you too,” he smirks at you before opening the trap door into the darkness.

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warnings: nsfwish, aged up characters, implied fem-bodied reader

"I know what you're doing."

Across the room, Shouto throws you his most innocent look.

"I am reading," he says evenly, giving the book in his hands a little tilt as if to emphasize its presence.

You don't buy it, and you open your mouth to say so. As if on queue, you can feel the temperature of the room raise another couple of degrees—and the heat is coming from Shouto's direction.

You hadn't noticed at first. Earlier this afternoon, you'd been wrapped in a knit cardigan, but you'd noted eventually that it was too warm for you, and discarded it over the arm of the couch.

After another half hour, you thought perhaps your fuzzy socks, too, were overkill, as the house was pretty temperate today. Another thirty minutes later you'd exchanged your sweatpants for shorts—and it was only then, as you passed the thermostat on the way back into the living room, that that you realized.

The temperature was set to low. But the room itself was registering very hot. The temperature was being fucked with.

And only one of you was a pro hero with a temperature-based quirk.

You'd sat back down in the arm chair, slinging your legs over the side and pretending to get back to reading. Shouto waited a long while, twenty entire minutes, but then your shirt started to feel too warm against your skin, the air of the room slightly thicker in your lungs.

And you knew it was Shouto's doing.

"You are not just reading and you know it," you say. "Turn it back down, Sho."

Shouto's features betray nothing, his damnably perfect poker face sliding into place. "Turn what down?"

"Your quirk," you tell him. "I don't know what you're up to but you've been caught, and this scheme ends here."

The temperature ticks up a couple degrees—you can tell by the tiny bits of moisture gathering at your hairline. It's suddenly almost like a sauna in the room.

"Todoroki Shouto," you start, pointing your finger at him. But his eyes don't follow it—they're locked somewhere below your waist, staring fixedly at the length of bare thigh you're now showing, thanks to your wardrobe change.

There's a click in your thoughts as the puzzle pieces slide together. You suddenly understand.

"Are you...? Are you trying to get me to strip?" you ask incredulously.

Absolutely nothing in your boyfriend's face changes, and his tone is purposefully bland. But there's an incredibly long pause before he says, "Your shirt appears warm."

As if it's just a fact he's observed. As if he's not the root cause.

"You are such a sneak," you tell him.

Two mismatched eyes slide to yours, but Shouto looks unfussed. If anything, the room gets warmer. A drop of sweat slides down your spine, incredibly uncomfortable.

Curious about his objectives, you finger the hem of your shirt. Shouto's eyes snap to your hands, and you can feel gaze practically burning through your shirt as you pull it over your head, leaving you clad only in your bra.

Finally, you spot little hints of weakness in your boyfriend as his jaw clenches the tiniest bit, his fingers curling restlessly over the sides of his book as though he's imagining taking handfuls of you. You fight down a helpless smile.

"Is it warm, love?" Shouto asks, as though it's only just occurred to him. "Would you like me to cool you down?"

He sets down his book, blinking two very innocent mismatched eyes at you. He opens his arms as if to take you into them.

You can't help but laugh at the transparency, the absolute stupidity of his ploy that he's apparently been working at nearly all afternoon. He is such a boy.

You linger a moment, like you're deciding. But of course you throw yourself into his grasp in the end, laying yourself out over him on the couch.

Though you doubt things will really cool down from there.

Not for a very long while, at least.