How to Get a Hero Off in 30 Different Ways

1: Altocalciphilia

"Altocalciphilia - sexually turned on by high heels, usually worn by women but not always."

~*~*~

Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you flattened your dress one last time. You felt odd, wearing such a formal outfit when you normally just wore some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Of course, you wouldn't have normally chosen to wear black-tie attire. Shouta had been invited to a hero event that required fancy clothing. You and Shouta had gone shopping one day and he spent a shit ton of money on the dress you were wearing right now- a floor-length red ballgown type thing- and a pair of heels.

He had been very adamant on the heels. He couldn't care less what type of dress you got, as he thought you would look good in anything, but the shoes... he wouldn't even let you look at any others.

They were black and laced up around your ankle. The heel itself wasn't too too high- no more than 4 inches- but it made you feel incredibly tall.

Sighing as you took one last look in the mirror, you tucked your hair behind your ear and walked out of your and Shouta's shared bedroom.

You saw him sitting on the couch, looking fucking hot in his ensemble, and when he saw you, his face lit up.

"God, look at you, babe! You're so fucking hot."

He walked up to you and pulled you close to him. His hands sat at your waist but edged dangerously close to your ass.

"And you're wearing the heels I chose... fuck, that's so hot. Seeing you in heels. So fucking hot."

He kissed you then, not bothering to restrain his hands. They squeezed your ass greedily as his lips attacked yours.

Breaking away, you said, "Babe, are you hard?"

He flushed and looked away, his hands still squeezing your ass just so.

"Um, well- I can explain..."

You just laughed. "You like seeing me in heels or something?"

He nodded and bit his lip. "Yeah... It's not even like, a foot thing, I just... I don't know. The thought of you wearing them and then needing me because you're in pain and shit, I don't know..."

He looked beyond embarrassed, and, despite the odd kink of his, you just smiled and said, "Then, I'll keep them on and wear them all night, despite how uncomfortable I get."

"I'm gonna hold you to your word..."

~*~*~

You regretted your decision to wear your shoes all night already. Of course, you couldn't just break your promise, but...

Your feet were fucking killing you. The heels were not the move, regardless of Shouta's kink.

"Shouta..." you groaned, trying to shift your weight from foot to foot.

He didn't pay you any attention as he talked with Ms. Joke animatedly, about his students or her students or whatnot. He held your hand tight though, so you knew he wasn't flirting.

"Babe... come on, my feet are killing me..."

He just laughed at whatever Ms. Joke said and kept ignoring you.

You could barely pay attention to what the conversation was about, and, considering neither of them had spoken to you in about three minutes, they could tell.

Finally, she bid him farewell and he turned to you. He leaned close to your ear, whispering, "You made a promise. We'll only be here for another 45 minutes. You can do it, can't you, babe?"