Disclaimer: This is an open door smut chapter, including euphemisms and some crude language. Read at your own discretion.
The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of pumpkin spice and autumn leaves as Kamiko stepped out onto the bustling streets of the Halloween festival.
The night was alive with vibrant colors - bright orange, black, and deep purple - from the decorations draped over every surface.
Fake cobwebs adorned the lampposts, and jack o'lanterns grinned wickedly from every doorstep.
The low hum of music and distant laughter from the nearby carnival rides echoed, creating a festive, yet eerie atmosphere.
Despite the festive atmosphere, Kamiko felt a slight chill crawl down her spine as her eyes landed on the imposing shape ahead of them: the haunted house. It stood like a dark sentinel at the edge of the fairgrounds, its exterior wrapped in twisted vines and fake cobwebs. The flickering lights, exaggeratedly spooky sounds, and the distant walls of frightened guests made her stomach flip. The fake fog swirling around the entrance seemed to beckon her closer, mocking her hesitation.
Kamiko adjusted her small black hat, feeling the weight of it atop her head, and straightened her black lace choker. She took in a deep breath, smoothing the maroon velvet fabric of her vampire costume - complete with long, lace-frilled sleeves, a high collar, and black stockings with lace trims at the top. Her outfit was regal, dark, and powerful, the perfect portrayal of a royal vampire on the prowl. Her high heels clicked softly against the pavement as she moved, her heart pounding with excitement and a slight thrill of nerves.
Beside her, Izuku was dressed in a far more modest and less intimidating outfit - a simple outfit shirt and black pants, a red tie hanging loosely hanging around his neck. At least, that was how his costume seemed at first glance. The details were in the makeup. Red streaks marred portions of his neck, courtesy of Kamiko's scarlet lipstick and their prior hookup session. His costume was that of a human victim - the kind that Kamiko, in her vampire guise, would feed upon. The playful, dramatic contrast between them was something Kamiko could not help but smirk at. He was her prey for the evening, and that made her feel strangely powerful. She made a mental note to take full advantage of that later in the evening.
"Are you sure about this?" Kamiko asked, her voice teasing but tinged with a hint of excitement. She had not been to a haunted house in ages, and although she enjoyed the thrill, she was not entirely sure if she could handle the frights. The idea of 'scaring' people for fun was one thing, but entering a haunted house where others would be playing the part of the frightened souls - that was another.
Izuku looked over at her, the playful glint in his green eyes unmissable. He gave her a grin, completely unfazed by the looming haunted house ahead. "Come on, Kamiko! It's all for fun!" he said, shrugging his shoulders as he loosened the tie even further. "Besides, I'm your human victim tonight. No way I'm backing out now."
Kamiko snorted lightly, shaking her head. "Human victim, huh? I feel sorry for you. You're going to be the one jumping in fear, not me."
Izuku raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "I've got full confidence in you, Kamiko. You're the vampire tonight, after all. I'll just be the poor, helpless soul you feed upon."
At his words, indeed, a newfound surge of courage flowed through her. But not the kind he was anticipating. Kamiko playfully flicked the tip of his tie before pulling it and him toward a dark corner of the street. After pushing him against the cement wall, she got down to her knees. "Let's hope you're not too helpless tonight, Izuku. I might end up feeding on you for real."
"Isn't that what you're planning to do right now?" Touché. Which was why she quickly undid the zipper of his dress pants and pulled free his cock from his underwear. Not a second later, he was inside her mouth. Izuku laughed between huffs. He was hard, very hard, and Kamiko was determined to suck him dry. "Kamiko, dear, patience. We made out as we were getting ready, and that was fifteen minutes ago. You still want more?"
Just as she left a long lick across his length, she answered, "I can never get enough. By the way, after the outing, I have plans to properly feast on you like the vampire I am."
"I've spoiled you."
"That you have." Kamiko ran her tongue along the slit, swallowing the beads of salt and sugar. "And you love it."
Izuku cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up, staring down at her giving him oral pleasure. "True. But we don't have a lot of time. Your friends could be here any minute, and do you want them to catch you like this?"
She started to rub his balls in between taking him up and down. "They messaged that they will be late," Kamiko replied. Izuku groaned as he muttered a curse. "Besides, they always make dirty jokes when we come together. If they see me like this, they'll just make more."
He thrust into her mouth, meeting her swallowing motions with his own efforts. "I thought you didn't like it when they made those kinds of jokes. You always blushed and scolded them to stop."
"Well, since I've had a change of heart since our first time. Nowadays, I don't blush from shame."
"Right. You blush when I suck your clit between my teeth and ravish you till your legs collapse."
From the stray rays of yellow streetlights in the main street filtering into the dark alley, glints of naughtiness flickered in her amber eyes. "So do you. Remember your birthday present? You were as red as a rose by the time I had my way with you."
Kamiko felt the exact moment his orgasm reached its peak. He gasped, "I get the feeling you plan to make me rose-red tonight, too."
"Your feeling would be correct," she replied, just as his come shot into her mouth.
"The haunted house isn't that bad. It's all staged - just actors in costumes and a few loud noises."
Kamiko eyed the house warily. Her previous boasts and naughty promises were short-lived. The sound of distant screams echoed from within, followed by the creak of old wood and the sound of chains dragging. There was a thick layer of fake fog and the door, which made the entire place feel like something more than just an amusement attraction.
"Right … staged," Kamiko muttered under her breath. She was trying to hide the slight tremor of nerves she felt. The thought of real scares - people jumping out at them with the intention to shock - had a way of stirring something inside her. The tension was real, even if the danger was not.
Izuku nudged her gently, as though sensing her unease. "I'll be right here with you. Promise. And remember, if anything happens … you can always bite me." His smile turned mischievous.
Once more, all sorts of sordid thoughts passed through Kamiko's mind. She snorted, shaking her head. "If I bite you, it'll be for real, and I'm not sure that I'd get away with that."
Izuku chuckled and offered her his arm with a flourish. "Oh, you won't. You'll decorate my chest with a garland of love bites. Otherwise, I am a perfect gentleman, at your service. Lead the way, vampire queen."
Kamiko hesitated for a moment, then linked her arm with his. "Alright, let's do this. But I'm holding you responsible if I get scared out of my mind."
"You got it. But where are your friends? They should have arrived by now."
She turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Speak of the devil, and the devil will come. They're here."
Etsudo was loving every second of the night. Second to the winter season, Halloween was her favorite time of the year. It was a time to be anyone or anything she wanted - a time to embrace the chaos and darkness that so often simmered under the surface. Which for Etsudo was synonymous with bedroom debauchery. Tonight, she had decided to go as a werewolf, her costume complete with fangs, fur-lined gloves, and a tail that swished behind her as she walked. Granted, it was her own tail, but what did it matter? It completed the appearance she was going for; that was what mattered. She had even donned faux claws, adding to her intimidating getup. She felt powerful in a way she could not during the rest of the year. Yes, that was coming from a black belt karate martial artist. Fighting had its own appeal; dressing up had a separate.
Shizuya, on the other hand, had opted for a more classic look: a vampire costume. Etsudo was almost tempted to believe that he and Kamiko had collaborated, but why would they? She was the mutual friend between them, and they did not have each numbers. Friendly coincidence. Besides, she had to admit, the cape and fangs suited hi, even if it was not quite as bold as her werewolf ensemble, or even Kamiko's. He looked slightly uncomfortable, his hands nervously adjusting his cape as they approached the haunted house.
"You sure about this?" she asked, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her lips. She was not exactly expecting him to be the brave her of the night. He was human, after all. And in this relationship, the hero title was hers to wield. "It's all fake, you know."
Shizuya glanced at her, giving her a small, nervous smile. "I know, but that doesn't mean I'm not freaked out by it. Those sounds-" He gestured toward the house, where distant shrieks and ominous noises echoed into the night. "They sound so real."
Etsudo laughed, her ears perking up as she gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. "It's just part of the fun. Anyways, you'll have me to protect you."
Her words were meant to reassure him, but deep down, she was just as excited as ever. She was looking forward to seeing who would be the first to scream, and if she could manage to scare Shizuya out of his wits, well, that would make the night that much more memorable.
As they reached the entrance of the haunted house, she felt a jolt of anticipation run through her. The fog, the creaks, and the shrieks - it all felt far more real than it had any right to be. Etsudo grinned. Indeed, this was going to be a fun night.
Shirohana, the cat mutant, was perched on one of the nearby lampposts, waiting for the others to catch up. Her costume was simple but effective: she wore a black catsuit complete with ears, and her while tail twitched whenever something startled her. Her movements were fluid, like a cat stalking its prey. Tonight gave her the perfect excuse to embrace her feline nature fully.
Unlike the others, Shirohana was not particularly nervous about the haunted house. But unlike Etsudo, she was not enthusiastic about it either. Somewhere in the middle. To be more accurate, she was more concerned about how everyone else was feeling. Shirohana could tell Kamikow as trying to hide her nerves, and Izuku, while playing it cool, was definitely feeling some tension. Not tension from fear … but something else.
She sniffed the air, catching a whiff of something distinctly hormonal. "You smell it, too," Etsudo whispered into her ear. Shirohana whipped her head around, surprised by how her dog mutant friend bypassed her guard. She nodded. "They totally did the deed."
"I know," Shirohana mouthed. "One hundred yen, they will do it after this excursion is over."
"Two hundred yen, they do it in the haunted house."
Her eyes widened to the size of yarn balls. Okay, if those were the stakes, why not raise them a bit further. "They hook up at her house. While we're downstairs watching the movie. Three hundred yen."
Etsudo's naughty smirk turned absolutely salacious. "They go it all night and so hard we can hear it from downstairs. Four hundred yen."
"Do you guys really think Kamiko will have sex that loudly in the place where she lives with her parents?" Echidna interrupted. She slung her arms around both girls, nudging herself in between them to join the conversation. "Or even have sex at all?"
Point to be considered, Shirohana thought. However, Etsudo was unabashed. "That's the appeal of it. Her parents will be sleeping sweet dreams. Dreaming of a happy retirement or a bunch of grandkids. Two doors down, Kamiko will be in the process of making those grandkids with her boyfriend."
Echidna grinned. Of course, the other dirty jokester of their group would be delighted by such fantasies. Shirohana rolled her eyes. "Five hundred yen each: They do it unprotected."
"Echidna, not everyone is a lesbian like us," Minato piped in. Wonderful. All they needed was Rin and Mei to join in the conversation, and soon Kamiko would be the only one in the dark about their bets. Minato tugged Echidna away from the group to drag her into a deep kiss. "We do the deed unprotected. But Kamiko is at risk of getting pregnant if she becomes intimate without contraception. That being said …" Oh, no. "One thousand yen for each person: they use up an entire box of condoms."
Shirohana finally spoke up. "Do you guys even have that much money?"
Etsudo answered, "If not today, then we'll have some tomorrow."
Rin, who had been conversing with Mei, about something, intervened. "Guys, if you're done making your bets, can we go inside?"
Shirohana swallowed audibly. She regretted initiating this discussion and hoped her words would not come back to bite her. With her luck, it probably would.
The fog outside was nothing compared to the fog inside. The air inside the haunted house was thick with the mist, and it coiled around, clinging to Kamiko's costume like it had a mind of its own. The passageways were narrow to the point where only two people could walk side-by-side. The employees at the desk took it a step further and said large groups had to split into pairs, and wait five minutes after the first pair left before entering. To enhance the haunted experience, they said. Kamiko, her nerves already shooting off fright signals, wanted to get it over with. So they were the first - and only - pair of their entourage to traverse the place.
She gripped Izuku's arm tightly, more out of habit than fear, as they stepped further into the darkened hallway. The only light came from flickering candles, casting long, twisting shadows that seemed to dance along the walls.
Izuku seemed unfazed, his footsteps steady as they moved deeper into the gloom. But Kamiko was not so sure. A part of her envied his confidence. The house was unsettling, far more eerie than she had expected. The loud creaks of old wood beneath her feet made her muscles tense involuntarily. It's all fake, she told herself. There's nothing here but actors and props.
But then, a shrill scream pierced the silence, sending a jolt through her. Kamiko's body stiffened, her head snapping toward the sound. She knew it was staged, but there was something so real about it. Something that made her gut twist. Stop being such a coward, she scolded herself, but even as she muttered the words, she felt a spike of panic.
Izuku gave her a reassuring squeeze on the arm, noticing the nervous tremor that had taken over her. "It's just part of the experience," he said softly, his voice almost drowned out by another scream in the distance. "We'll be fine." Kamiko forced a smile, though she could feel her lips trembling. Another part of her was starting to wonder if this was a good idea after all. She hated how the house seemed to get darker, the air heavier with each step they took. The place was beginning to remind her of a night that she would rather forget. "Don't worry, Kamiko. It's just like the stories. Remember, it's all part of the fun," Izuku assured, offering her a playful wink as he pulled her gently forward.
Though she appreciated his efforts to try to comfort her, a soft laugh escaped her lips. "Just like the stories, huh? Squeak! I've never heard of a vampire who's afraid of a haunted house."
Izuku smiled. The sweet and gentle one. Like a promise that everything would be all right in the world. Like she wanted to believe it truly would. "I never said you were afraid. I said you might be feeling a tad bit of anxiety."
As they passed through a darkened archway, Kamiko's attention snapped to a figure in the shadows. A sudden flash of pale skin, followed by the low, guttural growl of something … not human. Her heart skipped a beat. Kamiko did not know what she expected, but she certainly had not anticipated a figure emerging from the darkness, dragging its feet with a hunched posture. It looked like a ghoul, with hollow eyes and pale, lifeless skin.
The thing's eyes met Kamiko's, its twisted lips curling into a grin. Kamiko froze. Her blood turned ice-cold, but just as she was about to scream, Izuku's arm yanked her back, pulling her out of the way as the ghoul lunged forward, making a grab for her.
Kamiko's breath came out in a sharp gasp, and she stumbled back, her hand clutching Izuku's arm tightly. "That! Squeak! Was! Squeak! Too! Squeak! Close!"
"Actors and makeup. That's all there is. Actors with creepy makeup."
Kamiko shot him a mock glare, although she could not help but laugh weakly afterward. She was trying to hide the fact that her heart was still pounding in her chest, and failing spectacularly at that. It is one thing to think you can tolerate the scares, but when something pops at you from the darkness, it is a whole different story.
Izuku felt the adrenaline rush through him the second the ghoul lunged. A twitch of his fingers, and he would have nearly blown the haunted house out of its foundations with his quirk. He had not expected the actors in the haunted house to be that convincing, but the way the creature had appeared from the shadows had made his heart race.
His instincts had kicked in as he pulled Kamiko away, his muscles straining against the tension that had built up in his chest. Kamiko had been so composed before, but at that moment, she had frozen. He could not blame her - he had almost frozen, too. It was not just the appearance of the ghoul, but the eeriness of the house, the mist that seemed to swallow everything whole.
Okay, so the fear factor was starting to rub off him, too. His affirmations had to be taken with a grain of salt henceforth.
Izuku looked over at Kamiko. Her face was pale, but she was doing her best to find some measure of composure. He felt a slight pang of guilt. Kamiko had been joking about scaring him to the bedroom earlier, but now it was clear that she was not as unfazed as she had pretended.
"Hey, it's okay," Izuku promised her, his voice a little shakier than he had intended. "We'll get through this together."
Kamiko shot him a playful smile, though he could see the faint tremor in her lips. "I'm fine," she replied quickly. Her voice was steady, but he could tell she was lying.
As they moved deeper into the house, the fog obscured everything half a meter in front of them. Twisting around their feet as they moved through the narrow corridors. The walls felt as though they were closing in on them, and Izuku could not shake the feeling that something - or someone - was following them.
Out of nowhere, a loud bang echoed through the hallway. A door slammed open, and a zombie dressed in tattered clothing suddenly emerged, eyes wild, teeth bared in a grotesque snarl. Kamiko's grip on his arm tightened, her breath quickening as she instinctively leaned into him. Izuku's heart did not just race this time. It blasted like a missile. He took a step back, trying to keep the situation in perspective. "I told you, it's just actors," he muttered under his breath, although the quiver in his words betrayed him.
Kamiko gasped out a raspy chortle, "I know, I know. But it's still creepy as hell." Izuku was about to respond when the zombie lunged at them, teeth snapping. Kamiko screamed like a child, and she pushed Izuku in front of her, causing him to stumble forward. "GO, GO, GO! I'M DONE HERE!" The actor barely missed her shoulder as they both recoiled, ducking into the nearest corner.
"Okay, I admit: this was a lot. Feel free to punish me as you deem fit," Izuku breathed.
The idea of 'punishment' elicited a smutty grin from Kamiko, but her eyes darted around the dark corners, searching for the next thing to pop out and scare them. "You were right. I might just bite you after all."
"Just don't bite too hard."
Meanwhile, Etsudo could not help but laugh at the terrified looks on Shizuya's face as they moved deeper into the haunted house. The actor who had jumped out at them earlier had made Shizuya freeze up, his face drained of color. Etsudo, on the other hand, was relishing every moment of it. The fear, the excitement - it was all part of the thrill. What was the point of going to a haunted house on Halloween if not to savor the fear?
Shizuya shot her a glare, but it was short-lived, like he was too scared to really be angry. That was probably the truth. "Stop laughing," he mumbled. "You're not scared at all."
Etsudo sniggered, her tail flicking behind her. "I'm a werewolf, boyfriend dearest. These kinds of things don't scare me." But even Etsudo had to confess, the house was kind of getting to her. The further they went, the denser the fog seemed to get, and the walls seemed to cave in. The sounds - the groans of chains dragging, the distant, eerie moans of unseen figures - made her hackles rise. It also delighted the part of her that seeked danger.
Suddenly, a dark shape charged at her, and without thinking, she slammed the heel of her palm into its nose, startling both herself and the figure. The figure was dressed like a zombie, its arms outstretched in an eerie imitation of a slow, dragging walk. Shizuya, shook by her reaction, pulled her back. "Etsudo! What's wrong? You just punched the living daylights out of the guy!"
Etsudo grinned sheepishly, shaking her head. "Sorry, I got a little too into it." Then to the zombie actor who was bending over, clutching his nose, she extended her hand. "Sir, are you okay? I didn't mean to hit you. My karate training took over."
The actor took her hand. Two trails of blood ran down his nose. "Damn, you land one nasty punch. But I'll take that to mean that I am doing my job really well."
"I'll give you some band-aids and ice pack," Etsudo offered. "Cash, too."
The zombie shook his head. "Just the first two items will be enough. My shift ends in twenty minutes. I'll meet you at the exit. In the meantime, enjoy the rest of the house."
"Are you sure you don't want treatment now?"
"Nope. The real blood is going to make me look scarier."
After bidding their goodbyes and promising to rendezvous later, Etsudo and Shizuya continued. She could not help but feel a shiver run down her spine. The man was right: everyone was doing too good a job at scaring the customers. She gripped Shizuya's hand tightly, looking around cautiously. "Let's stick together. Keep me from drop-kicking the next person."
He nodded in agreement.
Their haunted house excursion was over, after which the gang of friends had dinner at a mutant-friendly barbecue house. And they decided to wind down with a horror movie at Kamiko's house. Kamiko was not sure how experiencing scares at 1:30 am exactly qualified as 'winding down,' but if everyone was having eager about it, then that did not really leave any room for argument, did it?
The dim glow of the TV screen was like a flickering candlelight in a pitch-black room, casting distorted shadows across the room. Her heart was already beating rapidly from the haunted house earlier, and now the movie on the screen was only adding fuel to the fire. She could feel her breath shallow as the creepy music swelled, the atmosphere creeping up on her. The film had just begun, but she could already tell it was going to be one of those slow-burn horrors - the kind that made you anxious before the real terror even started.
Izuku, however, was as calm as ever, his usual confident demeanor never faltering. He was sprawled comfortably next to her on the couch, his hand resting casually on the armrest. Kamiko could not help but glance at him. He was practically glowing with anticipation, completely at ease in the midst of the unfolding tension.
"You're enjoying this way too much," she whispered, trying to keep her tone light as the movie slowly built tension.
Izuku's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Horror movies are all about the joy of being scared."
Good point, she thought. But she kept her mouth shut. Everyone was having fun. It was her duty to also engage. So even though she loathed scary movies, Kamiko would give the movie half an hour or so. If she did not like it until the time was up, then she planned to leave and take Izuku upstairs to her room, leaving her friends to finish the movie.
She tried to focus on the screen, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, but her mind kept wandering. Kamiko could not help but feel the growing unease crawling up her spine. The creepy figure on the screen moved slowly through an old, decrepit home, its silhouette barely visible in the darkness. Every creak of the floorboards made Kamiko's heartbeat accelerate, and she found herself leaning closer to Izuku, subconsciously seeking comfort.
As the character on screen turned a corner, the tension was almost unbearable. Kamiko gripped the couch, her fingers digging into the fabric. The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity, and just when Kamiko thought she might scream from the anxiety alone, the sound of a door slamming echoed through the room, followed by a loud, screeching violin noise.
Her body jolted. She let out an involuntary gasp, her heart leaping into her throat.
On the other side of the couch, Etsudo was doing her absolute best to not react to the movie. And she was excellent to the point of envy at it, were it not for her tail. Her eyes were narrowed at the television, but her ears were perked, ready to catch the slightest sound. But her tail flicked behind her, its movements betraying her nerves. She would have remained that way. Until Kamiko's gasp disrupted her composure.
Etsudo winced, unable to suppress the small chuckle that escaped her. Kamiko had screamed like a cat who had been startled by a dog. She leaned closer to Shizuya and whispered in a not so quiet voice, "I think Kamiko's going to claw her way through the couch any minute now."
To which Kamiko planted a glare at her.
Izuku was quick to notice, too. "Ah, I knew it. You are scared." She shot him a glower as well, but it was hard to hide the flush creeping up her neck. She was not scared. She was not. But then again, her pulse was jumping, her palms were sweaty, and her eyes were dilated. The atmosphere of the movie had her on edge, and the constant, oppressive tension was making it impossible to relax.
Before she could say anything to defend herself, the camera zoomed in on a dimly lit hallway. The walls were covered in old, peeling wallpaper, and the floorboards moaned under the weight of the unseen presence. Kamiko heard the sound of her own breathing, shallow and quick, as the tension built again.
The music grew louder, the ominous soundtrack threatening to burst from the speakers, and then - just as the suspense hit its peak - a figure lunged out of the darkness. The camera shook as the main character screamed, the soundtrack screeching in a crescendo.
Kamiko's hand shot out, grabbing Izuku's arm with surprising force. "Izuku!" she yelped, her voice cracking in a way that was all too embarrassing to recall. She buried her face into his chest in a reflexive panic, her body trembling.
Izuku wrapped his free arm around her immediately, holding her close. "It's alright, Kamiko. It's just a movie."
"Wow, Kamiko," Shirohana chimed in a half-laughing, half-sarcastic tone. "I guess you're really into the whole vampire thing, huh? Scaring the life out of poor Izuku."
Kamiko poked her head up from Izuku's chest, her whole face red. "I don't want to hear it, Shirohana. This is your fault for picking the movie."
Etsudo chortled loudly, all too happy to join in on the teasing. "Maybe next time we'll watch a comedy instead. Something where we can all relax without someone turning into a living horror movie."
Another glare. "Yeah, we'll see who's laughing when the real horror starts. Did you forget so quickly? I blocked one of your kicks and hit your solar plexus with my own."
What were best friends for if not to take the humiliation the whole way? Rin and Mei, who had been quiet up to this point, snickered into the backs of their hands. "I don't about comedy or horror," Rin added, "But actually, we'll be something … exciting pretty soon."
"Mmmhmm," Mei piped in. "Complete with sound effects and visuals."
Only Kamiko, Izuku, and Shizuya were the ones left utterly confounded. They asked for elaboration, but instead, their friends' mischievous simpers widened. Their answers were more cryptic than the last. Etsudo jeered, "Feel free to leave anytime during the movie. We won't mind. We'll just find something else to judge."
"Etsudo, what are you talking about?" Shizuya inquired, looking more confused by the second.
She clapped her hand over his mouth and muttered something into his ear. He silenced immediately, though his face burned cherry red.
Kamiko and Izuku begged them to explain, but gave up shortly when they realized their efforts were futile.
The movie resumed, and so did their cuddling. Kamiko felt Izuku's chest rise and fall with his steady breaths, the warmth of his body acting as anchor. Still, her pulse did not slow. Her hands, still clinging to him, belayed her own mounting anxiety. "I swear, Izuku," she murmured against his chest, her voice muffled. "This is exactly what I did not want to do tonight."
He was completely unfazed. Rather, his hold on her steadied. "It's okay. Just lean on me. You can handle it."
Kamiko gritted her teeth, but her body did not listen to her. She stayed close to him, her face pressed against his shirt as the movie's next scene unfolded. It was not just the jump-scares that were getting to her - it was the constant, nagging dread that seemed to seep into the room, feeding off the silence and the darkness.
She let out a deep breath, trying to compose herself, but every time she thought she could relax, the next jump-scare would make her flinch again.
Izuku noticed Kamiko's hold tighten with each passing minute of the movie, her fingers digging into his skin as the scene on the television screen ramped up. He could not help but smile - though it was a quiet, fond smile, not the teasing smirk he had had when they first started the movie. There was something about watching Kamiko in a rare moment of vulnerability that made him feel strangely protective. He did not mind it at all, honestly.
When they had been babysitting Eri, Kamiko had admitted that she was not a fan of horror movies, but she gave into Shirohana's idea tonight. And he had taken advantage of the opportunity to drag her into this, knowing full well that her pride would keep her from backing down. He had been right about that.
"I'm here," he susurrated into her ear, keeping his voice gentle so that he would not startle her. "You don't need to be afraid."
Kamiko did not respond. Instead, she buried her face deeper into his chest, clinging to him like a lifeline. It was the perfect storm of tension. Kamiko's warmth, the eerie atmosphere of the movie, and the relentless soundtrack that made every moment feel like it could snap at any second. Just as Kamiko had predicted, the next scene made them both jump. The main character, someone who had been cautiously walking through an old mansion, suddenly turned a corner, only to be met with a howling, monstrous creature lunging at them. The timing of the scare was perfect - the sudden bang of a door slamming shut had Izuku's muscles tensing, and Kamiko, in turn, jumped even higher.
Her body jerked against his, and before Izuku could react any further, she pressed herself even closer, her grip so strong that it made him wince.
"Kamiko?" he whispered again. He could feel the rapid beat of her against him, and it made his own heart quicken. He reached up with his free hand to gently run a hand through her hair, trying to comfort her. "It's just a movie. Nothing's really going to hurt you."
She shifted against him, her breathing still a little shallow, her hold still a little strong. "I know," she replied, but there was a hesitation in her voice that he could not ignore.
He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "I'm here. I'll protect you from all the eerie stuff in this movie."
Kamiko lifted her head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, turning russet fur redder, but her gaze was sharp, like she was not going to back down. "You're lucky I'm not biting you right now," she teased, trying to recover some of her former confidence. "I will later. Actually, sooner than you think." However, even as she said it, she tucked herself back into him, her tail upright and straightened.
Izuku laughed quietly, relieved that she was still trying to be playful, despite the fear gripping her. "Then I'm very lucky to be your victim tonight," he returned. The stress started to ease between them. The movie's effect was not over by any means, but they had a moment of calm, and that was enough for now.
The movie, of course, had other plans.
Just as Kamiko was about to speak again, perhaps another flirt, the screen flickered. The creature - the source of all their anxiety - stood motionless in the dark hallway, its shadow looming like a nightmare come to life.
And then, it lunged.
Kamiko screamed like a banshee.
Izuku had no time to process what happened before Kamiko's entire body slammed against his chest, sending them both off balance. The couch squeaked under the weight of their sudden movement, and before either of them could regain their balance, they were tumbling sideways. With a loud thud, everyone crashed onto the floor, sending the cushions flying in every direction. Kamiko's shrill shriek was still echoing in his ears.
"Kamiko!" Etsudo groaned, laughing despite herself.
Shirohana hissed, clearly displeased. "What the hell! I think I broke my tailbone!"
"Ow," whined Shizuya.
"Hey Echidna, didn't we bang like this once?" Minato remembered out of nowhere. Her comment suddenly changed the mood. From fear and annoyance to sexual jokes.
Echidna, playing along, responded naughtily, "Once? I believe it was more than once. We banged until we tore up the backrest and the seat cushions."
Kamiko's face burned as she scrambled to push herself up. "I can't believe you guys made me watch this!" she growled, but her statement came out more like a bark.
They had fallen in a way where Kamiko landed on top of Izuku. He made a silly smile. "Looks like I've found a new way to get your attention."
Her lips set into a thin line, though she did not move away from him just yet. "I'm going to kill you. Right now, in fact." Kamiko rose, pulling Izuku up with her. Then she pushed the sofa into upright position and announced, "You guys can finish the movie. I'm heading upstairs. There are futons in the guest bedroom on this floor, so feel free to stay the night."
"Why are you bringing Midoriya with you to bed?" Echidna asked, visibly straining against holding her laughter in.
At her words, Kamiko tugged Izuku's arm, pulling him closer to her. "Because I fall asleep easily with him."
"I'm sure that 'falling asleep' requires a lot of exercise beforehand."
She did not rise to the bait. "Good night, everyone."
No sooner than Kamiko had shut the door behind her did she push Izuku onto her bed. "Ready to be feasted upon?" she asked as she straddled him. It was not much of a question as much as a declaration. "Your punishment is that you let me take charge. No touching, no kissing, no fucking from your end. I'm going to do everything. And if you endure it perfectly like the human victim you are, I'll free you."
"We're doing bondage?" Izuku wondered. "Fine with me. But with what?"
Kamiko's gaze fell onto the loose red tie around his neck. She unknotted it quickly and looped it around Izuku's hands. She lifted them until they rested above his head. "Like that."
"What about your parents? Won't they wake up and check in on us? I can't imagine it being a fun sight to walk in and see their daughter having dirty sex."
Kamiko giggled, "My depraved angel, it's 2:04 am. They had wine before going to bed, and they won't wake up until the afternoon. Besides, they trust you enough to know you won't take advantage of me."
"They don't know that you'll take full advantage of me," Izuku returned with an upward turn of his lips.
"No, they don't. And you're the only one who needs to care."
"What about your friends? The sounds will echo downstairs."
She raised an eyebrow. "I believe I answered that question when I took you in my mouth in the alley earlier. Let them listen. I know what I want, and I will have it. Now, part one of your punishment …"
His eyes widened. "We're doing this in parts?"
She nodded vigorously. As she fetched an internal condom, she elaborated, "I know how much you love having your fingers inside me. So, I'm going to wear the condom by myself." Kamiko removed her underwear and hiked her skirts up, giving Izuku a delightful but brief glimpse of her sex. She slipped her index finger inside her, moaning loudly as she did so. The rubber latched to her inner walls.
Izuku's hands clenched before releasing. Good. The first part of his punishment was complete.
Then she unbuttoned his shirt. One by one. Shoving the fabric to the sides, baring his chest for her admiration. "Part two. I lavish your body, and you don't bury your hands into my hair."
"What about your waist?"
"No. Keep your hands where they are." And with that, she laved her tongue across his body. Leaning forward until her mouth touched the slope of his neck, Kamiko pulled his skin between her teeth. Biting, licking, kissing. A line of love bites across his collar. Izuku's pulse spasmed beneath her ministrations. He huffed and groaned. Strain built up in his muscles as he resisted the urge to swing his arms down and lock her into his embrace. With one hand, she dug her fingers into his curls, playing with them, mussing them. With the other, she fumbled with his trouser zip, tugging it down and grabbing his cock.
It was already hard with desire. She made it harder by stroking it and fisting it.
He was doing such a good job so far. Izuku had clutched the head pillow in between both fists. His back arched wherever she kissed. Kamiko moved down to ravish his nipples. Pulling his left nipple into her mouth and pinching the right with her thumb and forefinger. He grunted loudly. And his physical reactions incited Kamiko's own arousal. She felt her nipples harden to peaks and pre-arousal soak her sex.
Soon, she reminded herself.
Kamiko switched pecs, now making love to his right nipple with her lips and toying with his left with her fingers. Running her thumb over the slit of his dick, pre-come beaded along the surface. He was ready for her, just as she was for him. So after a few more minutes of hickey-making, Kamiko was ready to enact the penultimate part of the punishment.
She got up until she sat upright on his thighs. Kamiko rubbed her sex once against his erect penis. A hungry, guttural moan escaped from his throat, and she relished the sound. The unhidden desire in it. More, she thought. Kamiko needed more. Again, she slid across him, this time pressing a little harder, teasing him into her. Izuku's elbows rose, before collapsing. She felt his every muscle beneath her ripple and squeeze. This punishment was agonizing him, and she satiated herself on his agony. "You're doing so well, my angel," Kamiko murmured, continuing with the rutting, increasing the pace. "Keep it up, and in the next round, I'll let you rail me like there's no tomorrow." The only response she got was a heavy pant. "We're almost done. The second-to-last part of your discipline …"
The breast pads of her vampire dress were designed to reveal her entire cleavage and half her breasts. That made it easy to push the top of her gown down, revealing the entirety of her chest. Izuku's pupils dilated till there was no green left. Kamiko knew just how much he loved fondling her breasts. To deny him of that … well, he was going to feast on them to make up for this round. She played with her breasts the same she did to his: pinching, rolling, tracing circles on her nipples.
Finally, Kamiko decided not to draw this out any longer. In one thrust, she slid herself onto him. His dick pressed against her vaginal walls, expanding them, making room for the entirety of his length. Her head fell back at the sensation. No matter how times they had sex, the first thrust always felt glorious.
This time, Izuku's arms raised and almost touched her face. They toppled at the last second.
Meanwhile, Kamiko sought every drop of pleasure she could. Undoing the straps of the corset bodice on her back gave her better access to her body. After sliding the sleeves of the dress down her shoulders, she resumed toying with her breasts. Her intention was to ride him slowly, but that was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing second. Her pace staggered as she moved up and down on him, but not once did she stop. Their moans become one. No telling which ones came from her filthy mouth or from his. It did not matter.
Vampires deprived humans of blood. Kamiko was going to deprive Izuku of his come. If she could have her way, she would have made it so he would not leave the bed for three days. And she for four days.
"Kamiko, don't stop touching yourself," Izuku gasped in between groans. "I like watching you playing with yourself."
A part of began to wonder just who was the punisher and the punished. Because from his words, it certainly seemed like he was enjoying this far more than she had anticipated. And Kamiko … the orgasm building inside her was begging to be unleashed. But she wanted to savor this power as much as she could. "All right," she said after a while. "Since you've been so good thus far, here is a little reprieve."
Kamiko decelerated. Consciously sliding on him all the way to the base before sliding all the way out. Then doing it again. She did the same with her breasts. Cupping them slowly, taking her time to tweak the nipples. After getting used to lavishing herself with both hands, she switched to one. With the other, she hiked the skirt up until her sex was bare to see. Rolling her clitoris between her fingers, drawing circular patterns on it.
And when her orgasm finally peaked, it was magnificent. Her come trailed down her inner thighs, and she wanted nothing more than to stay like this a while longer. It took everything in Kamiko not to slump against him. Rather, she continued riding him, waiting for his come to fill her up. When he did, she gave in.
"Your punishment is over," she whispered against his neck. Her hands lazily rose up to undo the tie. "Now you have free rein."
Izuku took that as an invitation. His hands immediately came to her waist, flipping her over, reversing their positions. A chuckle burst from her, amusement at his ferocity. Etsudo was right: gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets. In spite of his cherub features, Izuku was an animal in the bedroom. A hunter. And she looked forward to being fucked thoroughly by one. He removed the internal condom, knotted it, and single-handedly tossed it into a waste bin in the corner.
"Condoms in the bottom drawer of the nightstand," Kamiko directed, legs already widespread for him.
He divested himself of the shirt, pants, and boxers. Utterly naked before wearing the condom on his penis. She thought he would strip her, too. But he did not. The question must have been visible in her eyes because he said, "After this round I'll remove your dress. Let me admire you like this for now."
Without further preempt, he entered her.
Izuku tossed both her stocking-covered legs over his shoulders and took her breasts in his mouth and hands. The laugh was louder this time. They did not just fuck. He pounded into her like the animal he was in bed.
Kamiko closed her eyes, relishing this moment. Him inside her. The scents of sweat and lust coming from both of them, the sounds of the bed rhythmically grating against the floorboards, the sights of them seeking pleasure from each other, their sensations of their bodies wrapped around each other. All that left was taste. She would get that as well.
Making fistfuls of his hair, she moaned, "Next year, you be the vampire and I the human victim. I'll do whatever you want."
"Even if I tie your hands to the bedpost and blindfold you the entire time?"
Already, the idea of being the recipient of bondage sex excited her. Her imagination raced, conjuring all sorts of images of being ravished without seeing where his fingers touched her or where his mouth kissed her. "Definitely," she spoke through a groan.
He pushed her into deeper. Stars exploded behind her eyes. "At the rate we have sex, I don't think I'll wait until next Halloween to enact that fantasy."
Immediately, she responded, "Then don't. Do it whenever you want."
"If I ask you to do it tomorrow, will you say yes?"
"Any doubt that I would say no?"
Izuku smiled against her left breast. "When did you say your parents would wake up?"
Kamiko pulled his face up to hers, swallowing his mouth into her own. "Not before twelve."
"Excellent."