As you lay on the mattress you’re expecting tonight to be one of the many gentle, sweet nights full of Shoto’s usual quiet worship. He leaves a trail of kisses from your breasts to your stomach, swerving up your thighs and descending along your pussy. There’s nothing unusual about his little rituals until… there’s a sudden jolt of cold amidst the heat.
Your breath catches immediately as his tongue grazes your folds and something smooth and cool slides across them. Shoto doesn’t pull back. He pauses just long enough to eye your reaction.
“…Shoto,” you whisper.
“Yes?”, he raises his head a bit, voice low and steady, looking all innocent.
“You—did you get a piercing?”
Instead of answering, he leans in again and starts to eat you out, properly. And this time he uses it, letting the little ball glide deliberately around your clit, slow enough to make your stomach twist with heat.
You shiver. He feels it and smirks— a rare and devastating sight on him.
“I wanted to try something new,” he murmurs. “And I wanted you to be the first to find out, and the only one to feel it.”
He licks along your slit again, a moan escaping your mouth.
“I wanted to see how you’d react.”
You slide a hand in his hair, tugging him closer to your thigh. “You could’ve warned me.”
“Mm.” He bites on your plump flesh, two white half moons bloom in the red spot he made. “But then I wouldn’t have gotten that little gasp out of you.”
Given you’re still able to come up with full sentences, before you can retort again he spreads you wide with his thumbs and dives back into you. The contrast between the cool metal and his warm mouth sends sparks rushing through you.
He flicks his tongue at your clit, allowing his piercing to do most of the work. All of a sudden he chills his tongue with his quirk, effectively knocking the wind from your lungs and replacing it with shaky moans. The metal becomes even cooler against your bundle of nerves that is now swelling from the overstimulation.
Your hips jolt forward as you mewl his name, lost in the overwhelming pressure down your belly. When he feels you start to pulse on his tongue, he moans deep against you heat adding vibrations, your hands in his hair pulling him closer as your high approaches.
Slowly but firmly his hands slip under your knees and pin them to your chest, deepening the position. He follows you, now sitting on his calves as his heavy lidded eyes focus in this new angle. Shoto puts two fingers inside you, pumping them as his icy tongue unwaveringly works on your clit. As he curls his fingers in that spot he knows you like, he warms them up. The temperatures clash make you scream and a knot of tension is released from your lower stomach.
You arch into him, legs shaking and closing around Shoto’s head. He doesn’t push them apart, just gently caresses them as you come down from your peak, his tongue still rolling over and giving small kitten licks around you folds.
As your breaths return to you and your legs relax, a vision comes into view: a panting tousled Shoto with a glistening chin, who looks way more fucked out than you. He also looks very pleased.
He smiles at you, tongue sticking out to let you see the small metal ball, the very same that had you wrecked under him, right in the center of his tongue.
“Do you like it?” he murmurs.
You nod, breathless. “God, I love it. And it looks so hot on you.”
You reach to cup his cheek and his lips brush against your palm.
“Good,” he says softly. “Because I’m not done showing you.”
this might not be good at all, it's almost 4am and im in a post headache haze, might revisit it later but for now the beast it out. and i can finally sleep
