He stares at you and feels his heart pound. "If I say no...do I get punished?" he asks softly.

His eyes can't focus. He keeps looking at your body, then back to the ears, then back to your body. He feels like his brain is going to explode. He steps forward and takes a deep breath.

"I...can...can I touch you?" He whispers.

"No. You can strip for me," you smile a little. He nods and lifts the hem of his shirt. "I'm sorry...I need a proper answer Shota," you coo.

His cheeks flush pink. "Yes, Mind Mistress," he breathes.

"Good boy," you smile.

His cock twitched in his pants. You get off the bed and smile at him. He takes off his scarf and goggles and tosses them on the chair in the corner. He slips off his shirt and his boots. He unbuckles his belt and takes off his pants, leaving on his black boxers. Before he can say anything, you wrap the capture scarf around his chest and pull him. He flies towards you as you step out of the way, letting him fall onto the bed before climbing on top of him. He is breathing heavily as he stares at you. His arms are stuck to his side as he stares at you.

"Please...fuck, please let me touch you..." he whispers.

"Mmm, no. First, I want to see how good you listen," you smile and lean down to kiss him softly.

He groans as you grind into him. "Fuck..." he mumbles.

You slip off his body and stand in front of him. "You always tease me, Shota...you make it a little game that only you know the rules to...but I think I figured them out...you like to push me right to the edge...and then take it away..." you smile. You unzip your hero costume, and his eyes widen. You have on a black cat keyhole bra and black panties.

"Holy fucking God...please, let me touch you," he groans.

You giggle a little. "Now, that's not how the game works," you smile.

You reach for his boxers and pull them down. His cock is hard and throbbing. You crawl onto the bed and grab his cock, stroking it lightly. "Fuck," he moans. He closes his eyes, and you growl. You slap his thigh, and his eyes shoot open.

"Now Shota...what do we do when I enjoy my meal?" You smirk.

"Jesus fucking Christ, we watch..." he groans.

"Good boy," you smile.

His heart flutters. "Fuck!" He groans as he feels your mouth wrap around the head of his cock.

You tease the tip of it with your tongue, and his breath hitches in his throat. You slowly start to take more of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as you suck.

"Fuck...baby...please...please...fuck...so good," he moans. His eyes flutter as he watches you suck his cock. "Please, let me come...please..." he groans. You start to slow down, and you pull your mouth away slowly.

"Fuck, no, no, please! Please, baby!" He moans.

You climb onto him, and he stares at you. You lean down and smile. "I'm going to let you out of the scarf...if you touch me...you will not get to come. Understand?" You whisper.

"Yes. Yes, I understand," he says quickly.

"Good boy," you smile and tug the scarf, freeing him. He grips the sheets, desperately trying to control himself. You grind your cunt onto his cock, your panties the only thing that separates you. "Who's my good boy, Shota?" You whisper.

"Me! Fuck, it's me! I am!" He groans.

You grab his face, and his eyes widen. You move your panties to the side and grab his cock, pushing the tip of him inside of you. His mouth opens a little, and you moan. "Say it properly," you snap.

"I'm your good boy," he moans. You move down until he bottoms out. "Fuck...baby...god," he groans. You put your hands on his chest and start to grind your hips, moving them slowly.

"Fuck...Shota...you feel so good...your cock feels so good," you moan. His eyes shut, and he groans. His cheeks flush, and your eyes widen. "So fucking good inside of me...so fucking big..." you moan.

His mouth drops open, and his head goes back. He grips the pillow hard, almost tearing it. "Y/N...please...fuck...I..." he groans as you start to bound up and down on his cock. "Fuck, please! Please let me touch you! Please! I'm such a good boy...your good boy," he groans.

"Touch me, Shota," you moan.

His hands grip your hips as he starts thrusting into you. Your head goes back, and he stares at you. You look so perfect like this. One of his hands slips down to your clit, and you moan. "Come...come for me please...need to feel it...need to feel you," he groans.

"Yes...fuck...Shota...fuck...fuck!" You moan. You look down at him as he toys with your clit, pushing you over the edge. "Shota! Fuck! Come! Come for me!" You moan. He holds your hips tighter and pants heavily. "Be a good boy, and come!" You shout.

"Fuck!" He whimpers as he comes inside of you, stilling your hips. You growl and grab his wrists, pinning them to the side of his head. His eyes widen as you start to bounce on him again. "Oh god! Fuck! Please! I can't! I...fuck!" He shouts.

"Yes, you can...come again...come for me, Shota...I need it...give me what I need..." you moan.

His chest rises and falls in short bursts. "Please! Ah!" He moans.

"Good boy...I can feel it, baby...it's right there...come on...come for me," you moan.

A noise escapes his chest, one you've never heard him make. He shuts his eyes tightly as he comes again, his body shaking. You stop moving and smile. You let go of his hands and lift yourself off. He pants heavily, and you kiss his cheek.

"Don't move, baby," you whisper.

You get up and run to the bathroom. He lays on the bed, panting heavily. His body feels cold and hot at the same time. You run back and gently help him up. His eyes flutter as you hold him close, walking him into the bathroom. You help him into the tub and sit him between your legs, his back against your chest. You brush his hair out of his face, and he smiles a little.

"You did so well for me, Shota...I love you so much," you whisper.

His whole body feels so warm and loved. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as the warm water soothes your bodies. He holds your arms and stays silent as you wash him. You get out and dry him off before slipping boxers on to him. You get him in bed and grab the water bottle from the nightstand.

"Are you hungry, my love?" You whisper. He looks up at you and kisses you passionately.

"You are the most wonderful woman in the world," he whispers against your lips.

You smile, and he nuzzles into your chest. You smile and set the bottle down. You turn off the lamp and hold him close as you gently play with his hair.

"I love you, Shota...so much." You smile as his eyes close. He falls asleep quickly.

He has never felt so safe with another lover in his entire life, besides with Oboro.

To clarify, Jumanji is their safe word. It is a stop-all for both parties for any activity. Aizawa had the reader pick it so she can remember it easier. Sorry if that wasn't clear!!

-Anna