Speechless

Els/Hizashi
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The nurse called her in.

"Is he okay?" Her ears flicked when she heard rustling behind a curtain nearby.

"He will be. You're his girlfriend?" Elly nodded and she clucked her tongue, checking her clipboard. "He's got you down in case of emergency. Elly Sketchit?"

"That's me. What's wrong with him?"

The woman drew the curtain back near his cot. Elly gasped. He wasn't wounded in any way she could see, but he looked a frightful mess. His face was burning, his green eyes shiny with unshed tears. His blond hair had come undone from the golden plume he had carefully sculpted that morning and ran freely down his back. He was curled into a fetal position on the tiny bed with his hands pressed against his mouth.

"I'll have to be very blunt," the nurse warned. "He was hit with an aphrodisiac quirk."

"Oh god."

"Yeah... have you ever had experience with those?"

"No... I um. No. I know a little through study, but no personal experience." She watched as he began panting in short, hard little breaths, his eyes squeezing shut. Tears trickled from the corners of his eyes and she wanted to wipe them away, yet she held back a moment longer to talk to the nurse.

"I have a pamphlet that has everything in it you need to know." The woman smiled and handed her a folded piece of paper. "You're going to have to take care of him until it wears off. One more thing," she added as Elly began reading as fast as she could. "Due to the nature of his quirk and the fact that he won't be able to control himself, the doctor gave him a series of inhibitors. It won't last long - just enough."

Elly gasped, the pamphlet forgotten for the moment. She rushed to his side and noticed his glasses and neck speaker were sitting on the side table on top of his neatly folded jacket. Hizashi looked up and saw her. His eyes went wide and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He tried again, and the second time he failed to speak she could see the terror in his eyes.

"It's okay, Zashi," she soothed, stroking his sweaty face. "The doctor did that to help. It won't last." Relief flooded his features for a brief moment, then pain. He grabbed her hand in his and squeezed urgently. "I know. I'm gonna take care of you."

He blinked, then bit his lip. She showed him the pamphlet and he dropped his head, abashed. "Don't be embarrassed. I've read this. I know what to do."

He nodded dubiously.

"We're going to move you two to a private room on the premises," the nurse told them, signaling for an orderly to help. A man showed up and nodded to them politely, grasping the end of the cot. Elly saw it had wheels on it, something she hadn't noticed before. As they wheeled him down the hall they explained the room was lockable from the inside and had amenities like a tiny apartment. There was a small fridge stocked with easily microwaved foods and energy drinks, a separate bathroom and a real bed.

"The only difference is if you need help, we're here. There's a call button by the door, and you can press it at any time. Oh, and we added pads and paper, so you can communicate until the inhibitors wear off." The nurse stayed for a brief period, explaining a few more things. Hizashi heard nothing. He was focused on his girlfriend and wondering how they could get out of this situation without any trauma. When they were finally left alone and the door clicked behind them, he started to really panic.

Elly went to him, arms open. "Come here, sweetie," she sighed. He shook his head so rapidly his golden hair flung about. He held up a hand towards her, palm out, his expression apologetic but firm.

"N - no? But, but you need to work through this with me. It's not like we haven't had sex before."

Hizashi's face showed utter panic. He scanned the room quickly, looking for something. She stood there, not knowing what to do as he frantically searched the rooms. When he found pencils and paper in a drawer in the tiny kitchenette, he snatched them up quickly so he could explain. She watched him scribble madly for a few moments, thinking sadly that he had never rejected her before.

A second later she felt a gentle tap on her arm. Hizashi held out the pad in his shaking hands. It was nothing like his usual neat lettering, hastily written and barely legible.

'afraid hurt you instead of loving you'

Elly sighed and placed a weary hand on her brow. "You need to trust me, Hizashi." She walked slowly over to him as one would a wild animal, talking softly the whole time. "I love you, too. That's why I'm going to help. It's okay," she said hastily as he flinched from her touch.

He bit his lip even harder, the panic in his naked eyes rising. Another shake. No. But she had backed him into a wall, and he had nowhere to go.

"It's okay, Zashi."

No, no, no, no, NO!

She reached out and gently grasped the sides of his head. "Yes." She kissed him sweetly full on the lips, being careful not to touch any other part of his body yet.

Hizashi melted. She had not expected such a reaction, though the paper warned of extreme changes in mood. His body went limp, sliding down the wall as his eyes glazed over. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed back, gently at first, but she felt the trembling in his body and braced herself. He was much taller than her and stronger. She understood what she could be in for while he still had strength. She carefully undressed him while she had the chance, tossing the leather in a lumpy pile next to them. His kisses grew more urgent, demanding, as she slid his briefs off. Her own clothing was next, and before she could start his hands were on her, hungry and powerful. Elly gasped, glad the hospital had included a change of casual clothing in the room. His arms flexed strongly, tearing off her shirt and yanking her jeans out of the way impatiently. She wriggled out of the rest herself. It felt like his hands were everywhere. His mouth latched onto her neck, sucking.

She was slowly but surely being pushed backwards onto the hard floor. That wouldn't do, but they weren't near the bed and he was stubbornly refusing to move. She sighed.

Hizashi threw his neck back, tendons straining, mouth open in a silent scream. His whole body was on fire, and he was at odds with himself about it. He wanted - no, needed -- to quench the flames, bury himself as deeply inside her as he could as hard and as fast as possible. Again and again and again, voicelessly growling and biting and clawing at her until ... wait. A small, soothing caress distracted him from his urges. He sighed, the pain dissolving into a more tolerable pleasure. It was good, it was slow, and he closed his eyes and bucked his hips, eagerly and mindlessly rutting into the delightful touches.

"There, Zashi," she murmured. Her hand holding him gently, she angled him as she sank onto his lap. His mouth dropped open and his tongue lolled out, shamelessly drooling when he felt her warmth grip him, sinking into bliss as she moved. Elly straddled him carefully, holding him in her arms as she loved him. It was difficult being on top, she discovered, but his reactions were rewarding enough to make it worthwhile. She moved slowly, keeping a steady pace and brushing strands of his hair back when he jerked to one side or another. She wished they could have taken the time to tie it back, but he had literally backed her into a corner for a minute there, and she had to move fast. Hizashi's breathing quickened as her pace did, and his eyes suddenly popped open, alert. They focused clearly and if she hadn't been so in love with him before, she would have fallen then at the look he gave her. It was so grateful and full of trust and pure adoration. As she stared deeply into his eyes the spiral pupils dilated, the lines thinning. He couldn't speak but he could pant, and the hoarse gasps of air resounded in the otherwise quiet room.

"Ha... hah, hah, haaah!" His head drooped. "Hmmm."

"Little better?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"Wanna come to the bed? That's not going to be it, you know."

Another nod. She stood, and he reached out and grasped her hand for a moment, holding it like a child seeking comfort. Elly turned and smiled at him.

"We can do this, you know. You don't have to worry anymore." He sighed, his brow drawing together. Then he squeezed her hand and nodded with a shy smile. She sank onto the mattress and bounced a couple of times. It was one of those memory foam things, comfortable with no springs to break or make loud noises. Practical. He joined her, kneeling and crawling close, eyes questioning.

"Again?"

Yes.

She lay back and circled her arms about his shoulders. Hizashi clearly felt bad about their previous coupling and was more gentle this time. He still couldn't handle foreplay but his sex was slow and steady, enough to cause a reaction in her. She shivered through one long, sweet release and felt him doing the same.

The surprise came when he didn't stop. Hizashi whined, snapping frantically at the air as he tried, unsuccessfully, to hold himself back. He pounded into her more roughly than he ever had, moist sounds and slapping flesh accompanying their hoarse breathing.

She clung to him, moaning, wondering how many times a woman could orgasm in one day. Halfway through his second round, however, he stiffened and suddenly dropped on top of her. His arms trembled as he pushed himself back up so his weight wouldn't crush her.

She struggled to focus back to reality. "You okay?"

A soft "whuff" sound as he exhaled. He frowned, bit his lip, and shuddered all over. She assumed this orgasm had not been very nice. The pamphlet warned they wouldn't all be pleasurable. Towards the end, in fact, he might experience pain from taxing his body too much. She knew what to check. As long as there wasn't blood in his semen he would be fine. As he pulled back she made sure to wipe down there and scrutinize the tissue. Clean. Then again, it was only the second time. When Elly looked back up he was elaborately mouthing words so she could understand as well as pantomiming, pointing at her lower body.

You okay?

"I'm fine. I was actually checking to see if you were."

Rolling hand waves and a raised eyebrow. And..?

"You're fine, love. I told you, we've got this." He puffed his cheeks out and gave her a smile tinged only slightly with pain. He felt a great deal better, but the ache in his groin was annoying. "Hungry? Thirsty? Anything?"

Negative head shake. He sat back, pushing his long legs out in front of him. His erection still had not diminished and it curved up towards his stomach, glistening in their combined fluids. He reached over and grasped her wrist in one hand, tugging suggestively.

"The thing - " she gestured towards the paper she had been given, "it said that wouldn't help. You really want it?"

Nod, nod, nod. He placed her hand on the damp mat of golden hair above his navel. Please?

"I can't refuse you, sweetie. But if it hurts, stop me right away."

Hizashi's head rolled on his neck as her hand gripped him. He placed his hand on hers and kept it there as she began. She started slowly, pumping as gently as she could. He raised his hips and moved with her as his mouth opened in a soundless moan. Her heart beat quickly. This was far more erotic than sex itself. His chest was heaving, beads of sweat rolling down his flushed skin. He held himself upright on one trembling arm, the hand twisting in the sheets below, and rode the waves of pleasure as his girl stroked him. And then he whimpered.

"Yes!"

"Zashi, your voice is back!"

"Ahh, baby," he husked in a raspy voice. "This is what I needed, so what I needed..." He groaned deeply, then coughed. "No, don't stop."

"I won't stop until you're better, Zashi. Even if we have to stay here another day."

He choked. "How long..?!"

"Shh. Concentrate."

"'nother day... augh."

Nursemaid

Aizawa/Els

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Aizawa Shota was more tired than usual.

That seemed to sum up the extent of his wounds; if he was barely able to drag himself back home he knew he was badly injured. His patrol had begun quiet, and he had thought maybe he would have an easy run this evening. He had, of course, been wrong. His jumpsuit was torn beyond repair, slashed and ripped, with bloody stains seeped into the dark cloth. He had chosen black well, and in the cover of the night they seemed harmless, like water spots. He wished they were. 

He knew he was bruised in many places but his immediate concern was the trickling warmth down his left side. If left untreated, he would risk infection, and he was simply so tired he didn't have the strength. It took everything he had, but he made it back to his apartment. Aizawa sighed wearily, rubbing at his eyes to try and bring the world back to focus. He thrust his hand in his belt pocket to search for his key, but his girlfriend had heard him fumbling about and opened it for him. 

"Shota!" Elly choked as he stumbled against the doorframe. "Oh, shit. Okay, here. Lean on me." 

He never knew exactly how he got into the bathroom, but he was propped up on the wall when he came to. Somehow he had remained standing, possibly through sheer force of will. His goggles and belt were laid on one side of the sink to be cleaned later. He watched his woman bustle about, her striped tail swishing as she prepped the bath. She ran the water in the tub, tested the temperature and nodded to herself. 

"Stay still," she chided when he would have tried to help undress. "I'm just gonna cut this off you."

"Eh." He let her snip carefully at the cloth, exposing his battered body. 

"There. When you move, it should slide off now. And you're going in the tub, mister." She braced herself and lifted him, pushing with her legs to manage the tremendous feat. He was a solid mass of muscle, and heavy. But he was also still awake, and he utilized the last bit of power he had to step into the steamy bathtub. The water stung at first, but he relaxed when he saw it didn't immediately run bright red.

"Not as bad as I thought," he commented dryly. "Just bad enough." 

"Yeah. They're mostly superficial. I don't think I saw any that needed stitches..." She rummaged around in the cabinet under the sink and came out with a bucket filled with supplies. He laid back and closed his eyes as she began cleaning his face with a soft cloth. "I wanted to wash your hair first and pull it back, but the dried blood here looked uncomfortable." He grunted affirmatively; it had been itchy. 

"Mmn? Oh." He bent at the gentle kiss on his forehead. She had mentioned his hair. Elly used another cloth to wipe it down, checking his scalp for bruises. When she saw nothing she smiled.

"No head injuries, babe." She tied the damp hair back with a strap and he settled back again. 

"Thas' good." His voice was slurred with sleep. "Mmn, Ches, if - if you..." He shook his head. It wasn't anything important, but he had wanted to tell her she was good to him. He frowned. No, that was important.

"You're tired, Sho," she reminded him quietly. "Lay back, don't try to think. Just let me clean you up."

At some point his eyes slipped shut. Her loving hands were on him, soothing his aching body and the water was warm. He drifted off to sleep.

The soft caress of her hands on his face woke him. He blinked slowly, a rare, sweet smile touching his lips. 

"Ches."

"Hey, handsome." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "You're cleaned up. I need to disinfect and bandage you next."

"How long..?"

"Oh," she waved her hand dismissively. "Fifteen minutes or so. A power nap, that's all."

"I already feel better." He stood carefully, watching the pinkish water swirl down the drain. 

"I drained it once." She stepped back as he got out, then sat on the bathing stool she had put out. "No, let me. I want to really get these cleaned." He moved when she told him, lifting arms and legs so she could dab peroxide and wrap his wounds with sterile gauze. As she finished up and was studying a superficial cut on his forehead, he sighed and grasped her wrists lightly. 

"I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, you know." Elly shrugged, but he saw how drained she looked and held tighter. 

"No. I worry you too much, don't I?"

"Sho..."

"I asked for less patrols." He pulled her close and drew her arms around him. "I'll be here on the weekends now."

"Oh, Shota... really? You didn't have to..."

Aizawa shook his head. "I did. I've got you now, and you deserve more time spent with me." He paused, then added sourly, "That is, more time being my lover, less time being my nursemaid." He flexed one arm experimentally, then grinned in approval. "Although you do a good job as nurse."

"You better follow that up, Eraserhead."

He chuckled under his breath. "You know I prefer you in the other role, Ches."

"Thank goodness."

The Key to His Heart

Shota / Els

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Her phone buzzed where it sat next to her on the table. She picked it up and her ears snapped upright.

Need emergency assistance at apartment.

Aizawa?

She quickly went next door, pulling out the duplicate key he had given her. They'd exchanged them when they realized they were neighbors, but she never thought she would actually use it. She unlocked the door and walked inside his spartan, neat little world. It was eerily quiet, and she was on guard at once, phasing into invisibility just in case it was a villainous trap.

"I'm in here, Cheshire." Aizawa sounded pissed and she figured it still could be a trap. When she opened his bedroom door, however, she whisked immediately visible in her shock. His body was laid haphazardly on the bed, arms draped over his head while his legs dangled over the edge. He was also quite naked, except for a leather and metal chastity belt that covered his groin. Elly's tail frizzed out in shock and she mewed - she couldn't help it. Aizawa was lean, long, and heavily muscled on his arms and calves. The scruffy hair on his face showed up elsewhere on his body, from a fuzzy patch right in the center of his chest to a thin strip that ran down his lower belly. His arms and legs were slightly hairy as well. She gasped, aware that she had been staring, but Aizawa was more relieved that she had shown up to notice.

"It had to be you," he sighed, his face drawn. "You're right next door."

"Yeah... well, what happened? What do you need?" She tried to stay as blunt as possible.

"I got into a fight on patrol with a villain who has some kind of muscle relaxant quirk. I was undressing when it hit, so I dropped the key I had in my hand."

"Not useful if it takes that long, the quirk," she noted, glancing around. She picked a blanket up off the floor and gently covered him with it, averting her eyes. "I don't see a key. It must have rolled someplace. Are you hurt?"

"Only my ego." He shrugged. "But I really need to unlock my..." he paused, and she watched, fascinated, as he tried to word things appropriately. "My belt. It's getting uncomfortable."

She nodded. "You have a spare, right? Where is it?"

"Nightstand."

"Okay." She walked over and opened the little drawer. "Do you - will you want help unlocking it, as well? I mean, you can't move, right?"

He glared at the back of her neck. "Obviously."

"Just clarifying. How did you text me, anyway? You can't move."

"I have a voice command set for emergencies. Just hurry up."

"I'm looking, Eraser. It's a small key, and this drawer has a million compartments in it."

"It's called organization."

"This isn't neat, this is a complex mess!"

"Do it faster, please," he groaned dismally. "I don't need any witty banter on your fucking half."

Elly had to bite back her laughter. "You're sure your spare was in the nightstand?"

"Yes."

She dug around some more. "Can I ask why you're wearing that? I mean, normally I'd say it's none of my business, but since it's sort of become my business..."

"It's for protection," he mumbled, a dark flush spreading across his features.

"Against what?"

"I have prepared several contingencies against different types of attack," he told her tiredly. "One of them is rape."

She cringed slightly. "Oh. And those aphrodisiac quirks, I suppose."

He nodded. "I did not, however, foresee both my arms and legs being out of commission at the same time." Another groan. "Damn that idiot."

Elly approached him cautiously with the key held in one hand. "I um, found it." She took a breath and pulled back the blanket covering him.

"Thank god." Aizawa blinked in alarm, however, since yet another problem arising at the moment. And that was precisely what the problem was about - him rising. She would touch him, get close enough to smell him as she unlocked the harness. Not only that, she would see him completely naked. His body reacted on its own, his member stiffening and causing him even more discomfort. He choked, panicked, and tried to think as quickly as possible of any reason or way to get out of the situation.

Too late.

"Eraser?"

"Eh..."

"Did you get hit with an aphrodisiac quirk?"

"No." He stared defiantly straight into her eyes.

"Then why..?"

"If you must know, I find you highly attractive." The flush on his face had spread to his neck. He squirmed on the bed, obviously trying to move and managing only a weak flop.

"I thought the relaxant would apply to here, too."

"Apparently not. Or it's wearing off..." Stunned, Aizawa could only watch as she reached out and caressed his flushed lower belly, ruffling the trail of hair that led to the belt. "H - hey!"

Elly looked up. "Oh, it's fine, Eraserhead. I'm never going to get a chance like this again, you know. I think we could stand to have some fun."

His jaw dropped. "Fun? We just discussed this, Cheshire. I wear the belt to prevent rape, not encourage it." He frowned at the sadness in her eyes. Why would she become emotional over this? Unless... yes. The simplest answer was usually the correct one. She had turned away, so he coughed to get her attention. "If you want to engage in sexual activities with me, you should have said so."

"Didn't I?"

"I suppose you did." His brow furrowed further. "What I desire is not a one-night stand, however. If you want me, you're going to have to get involved."

"Really?" Elly came closer and sat at the edge of the bed. "You're saying you want a relationship, is that right?"

"You're probably going to tease the shit out of me while I lay here, helpless, or I gain mobility again. That depends on me fucking you like you've never been fucked before or you riding me until we're both satisfied. Do you think I would let you do that if I didn't trust you, and want more from you than sex?"

Her ears lay crazily on either sides of her head, eyes wide and heart racing. "Aizawa!" She gasped.

"You'd better call me Shota if you want my cock," he snorted.

"You - you..."

"Come here and help me," he grated, his eyes blaring red as his hair swayed up in that strange way it did when he used his quirk. Elly smiled, relaxing again as she understood. It was the only way he could assert dominance. That's why he was being so forceful and even stooping so low as to use his quirk - she didn't get to see it often, so logically it was arousing -- he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You're trying to wind me up," she purred softly. "Good job, Shota."

He grunted sourly, the lights in his eyes fading. "Not so, if it didn't work."

"What makes you think it didn't?" She stroked his face, carefully tracing the ragged scar under his eye. He moved his head as much as he was able, and she met him in a kiss.

"Your body is gorgeous," she murmured approvingly. "I always knew it would be, but seeing it now..." She moaned, mouthing one of his biceps hungrily.

Aizawa quivered on the bed. He wasn't sure how to deal with such praise. He always shrugged it off in the workplace, but in the warm and friendly bed they were sharing it was much different. "My elbow..."

"Is it painful?" She stayed a safe distance away but had been cooing over the roughened skin in such a way that he started to sweat.

"No, it's sensitive, not painful. It rejected several grafts, and... ahhh!" Her slick tongue lapped at the hard skin, causing his abdomen to flinch violently at the sensation.

"Wow." She kissed it softly, once, then turned her attention elsewhere. Her hands - he could barely stand how gently they petted and tickled, tracing old and new scars alike and ruffling any hair in her path. Her mouth seemed to yearn for his flesh and although she greedily sucked and licked, it was the kissing that was going to be his undoing.

So many kisses.

If he hadn't understood how she felt about him, he did now. There was no way she would be showering his body with such loving attention unless she really wanted him. The sheer amount of time she was spending catering to his pleasure caused not only excitement but a grudging shyness in him, and he found himself trying to bury his flaming face in the sheets. When she finally reached his navel he drew in a huge, choking rush of air in expectation. She lightly rubbed as much of him that she could reach, then moved lower, under the belt, to stroke his inner thighs.

Aizawa was making strangled noises. She raised her head, ears perking intently. "Something wrong, Shota?"

He stared incredulously at her. "You're not going to release me yet, are you."

"Nope." Her hands brushed the hair on his legs and moved lower to his ankles, then feet.

"When," he gasped, clenching his teeth as she slipped a finger along the arch of one of his feet.

"I think... when you really want it."

"I want it," he grated harshly.

"Really?" She picked up the foot and licked one of his toes, then softly sucked each in turn, planting little kisses on them.

"Ngh!" He flung his head back, beads of sweat flying. "Shit, woman, what are you trying to do to me?!"

"Are you hurting?" She sounded concerned. "You look extremely stuffed into that thing."

His mouth thinned. "Not that kind of hurt," he mumbled.

"Shota?"

"It's not a bad hurt, okay? I ... I like it." His breathing roughened, face burning in embarrassment.

Elly placed his foot back down and sat up on her haunches, tail lashing madly behind her. "No fair," she whispered.

"What?"

"No fair being so damned adorable. I can't hold back when you look like that." She crawled over until she was hovering above him, her face lined up with his.

"Does this mean I get a kiss?" He wrapped an arm around her lower back to hold her tight as their mouths met and held.

"Mmmnnn... Shota, your arm."

"Want me to move it?" He blinked, then grinned wickedly. "Ah, ha. I can move it."

"Uh oh." She squirmed, but he tried his other and found it was unfrozen as well. Those powerful arms holding her tight took her breath away.

"You're damn right, 'uh oh'," he growled menacingly. His legs were next. They twined around hers so she was completely immobile. "You're going to get it now, you tease."

"I still have the key!" She giggled wildly as he licked her neck. "That tickles, Sho, quit it."

"I have the upper hand now." He looked straight into her eyes and winked once, slowly. "Deal with it." He pushed her up, her shirt along with her so he could reach her skin underneath.

"Oh my god, oh my god - not there! You're wicked, Aizawa Shota, wicked."

"Nmm," came his muffled reply around a mouthful of breast. He had covered her chest in love bites, not sparing the nipples as he sucked and bit. It was her turn to feel cramped with need, her body so swollen her pants felt far too tight. "You going to behave?"

"Will you?"

"Fair enough." He unwrapped his body from hers and winced as the belt chafed him.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. Here." Elly fit the key into the lock. It snapped open and the belt popped off almost immediately, his member springing free.

"Hah," he whispered. "You... now." He pointed at his erection, massive in his desire and dripping with fluid at the tip.

"Shota!"

"I mean it. I can't wait and I'm not going to come anywhere other than inside your body!"

"Uh, condoms?"

"End table," he grunted shortly. Elly smacked the side of her face. She had seen some while getting the key. She rushed over and replaced the key while taking up one of the small packets.

"Catch."

"Thanks." He grabbed it neatly out of midair and proceeded to sheathe himself while she stripped. She was so excited she made short work of her simple outfit and was soon rolling onto the bed beside him. Aizawa wasted no time and roughly dragged her under him, pressing his body on hers as he kissed her repeatedly. His hands delved between her thighs and she screamed when she felt what this man could do.

"Oh my god, Sho - take me!"

He chuckled. "My, how the tables have turned." His fingers thrust, enough but just not enough as he made sure she was ready for him. "You want it? Me?"

"Yes yes yes! Give it to me!"

"Gladly," he sighed. His hand was gone but something much hotter and thicker was nudging at her entrance. He paused, set himself, and with a wide-eyed stare that seemed to burn in her very soul, he thrust. He buried himself hard and very deep all at once, relishing her cat-like cry of pleasure. When he moved he filled her with fire, each pump of his hips brushing not only her plump sex but also that delicious, fabled spot buried inside her. She had never thought that was real until now. It was good, so good. Everything was Aizawa, his smell, touch and taste as he moved above her, drawing them both closer and closer to release. His kisses were softer now, and he panted and moaned into her mouth as she caressed his back. Elly felt his abdomen muscles flutter as he held a particularly deep thrust and he set his forehead on hers. She blushed. He was staring at her again, his gray eyes filled with emotion she never believed she would see. His hair swayed upright, but his eyes were not red. She wondered briefly about this, but forgot the second he spoke.

"You did this," he said firmly. "You made me fall in love you."

That did it; she was lost, lost and damn near floating in a cloud of hazy, sweet pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered, and she opened them to see his eyes glazed over as he shuddered through his orgasm as well. They lay sweaty together for a minute or so.

"I made you, huh," she murmured affectionately.

Aizawa grunted. He was trying to hold the end of the condom so he could pull out safely. "You gonna make me repeat that?"

"Nope." She winced at the feeling of loss when he slid away. "I love you, too."

He knotted the end and tossed it into a wastebasket. It clanged heavily on the side of the metal can. "Good. Then stay." He reached out and drew her close, flopping onto a comfortable spot on the bed. "I'm going to nap. I want you here when I wake up."

"Agreed," she smiled warmly.

Mad Cat and Loud Boy

Els x Hizashi

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Hizashi threw another log on the fire. It crackled, spewing a few ashes up into the air. The flames flared up and began producing a cheery warmth in the cabin he had rented. "There, now. It'll take a bit, but this place should get toasty."

"Oh, good." Elly said, looking up from where she had been inspecting the cabinets. "And there's plenty of food - geez, how much did you order?"

"Enough." He pursed his lips, rocking back on the balls of his feet. "You know what else? I got something special in the fridge, yo!"

"Champagne!"

He chuckled and took the bottle from behind her, kissing her neck in passing. "Nothing but the best for you, love."

"You're the sweetest man, you know that?"

"That's my babygirl," he grinned as he rummaged around in the cabinet for two glasses. "Only person that thinks I'm sweet instead of stupid." He spun about, shooting finger guns at her and winking. "Cause I shotcha with a great big arrow of looooove..."

She burst out laughing. "'Arrow of love'?!"

He thrust his lip out in a thoughtful pout. "I'll try again. Um..."

"Don't bother, it was perfect." She hugged him, fingers sinking into the hideous sweater he was wearing. She'd teased him about it earlier - a purple and yellow monstrosity with bananas in a row along the bottom. If that wasn't bad enough, the word itself was stitched above each yellow fruit. Her hands wandered and he giggled. "Oops. Sorry, I know how ticklish you are."

"S'okay." He grinned. "Maybe later, you know..." He trailed off suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows at her. 

"If you're good," she laughed. He set two filled glasses on the counter.

"Baby, I'm always good." She took one and so did he. Before she could lift hers, however, he grinned mischievously and hooked her arm in his. 

"Really?" She blushed happily as they carefully maneuvered so they were drinking from each other's glasses. The sweet bubbles added to the warm glow spreading in her stomach. 

"Delicious," he murmured, staring deeply into her eyes from under his glasses.

Her lips twitched. "I know what you're thinking, you know."

"Oh?" He placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to the fluffy rug in front of the fire. They sat with dual sighs of contentment. 

"This is nice," she told him happily.

Hizashi reached out and held her hand in his. "Yeah." 

"Cuddle me?"

"Aww." He crawled over closer and wrapped an arm around her. "So cute." 

She wrinkled her nose up at him. "You're the one that's cute."

"Am not," he smiled, then kissed her upturned lips. She pressed back, purring. This went on for several long, delightful minutes. Hizashi swept a hand around, checking his hair. Only a few strands had come loose from the double-wrapped bun, so he left it alone and continued kissing her. 

"I love you so much, my princess," he whispered. "You're my everything."

"A bit old to be a princess though," she chuckled in embarrassment. 

"If you were a queen, I would be your king." He pulled her head to his chest where his heart beat strongly under his sweater. "That means we'd be married."

"M - married?"

"Don't worry, love," he assured her softly. "I'm not proposing." He kissed the top of her head then hummed in her ear. "...yet."

"Yamada Hizashi."

"You better like that name." He laughed indulgently. "I want you to share it some day." Elly clutched at his fuzzy, warm sweater. How did he always know exactly what to say to cause her heart to race and her mind to fall into lovely chaos? She looked up into his eyes, losing herself in the gorgeous green spirals. 

"You're so fucking handsome, you know."

"Pffft...!" He covered his mouth with one hand. 

"Your eyes..." She sighed dreamily and his face started to burn. "Your hair, your mustache. All the adorable faces you make!" 

"Hey, now." He smiled sweetly and touched the tip of his finger to her nose. "You're embarrassing me. I'm nothing special. Just a loud guy that loves an insane kitty."

"That's about it," she chuckled, relaxing in his embrace. "Loud guy and insane kitty."

Hero Cosplay II

Present Mic/Els

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He smiled sweetly at her. "I know how hot I make you when I'm in my costume."

"Zashi!"

He laughed and waggled a finger at her. "No, no, I'm not Hizashi now baby. I'm Present Mic!"

"Oh god." She sat down heavily on the bed, cheeks burning.

Mic pulled at the huge collar on his jacket. "This is the old outfit, so don't feel like you can't touch." He wriggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. "I really, really want you to touch."

"So..."

"How about we do a little grateful damsel-in-distress bit?" Her face must have revealed more than she thought, for he walked quickly over and wrapped his arms around her. "Aw, princess. You know it's just for fun. I never had a girl act that way when rescued, and even if they did I wouldn't accept. You're the only one for me."

She chuckled, embarrassed. "It's stupid, I know. I just..."

"Uh uh," he shook his head, his massive hair rustling behind him. "However you feel is not stupid. I'm more than happy to try another scenario, if you'd like."

"It's okay, I want to do it. Now." She closed her eyes and held her arms out. "You can start by picking me up. I love it when you hold me."

"That gives me an awesome idea," he said, chuckling as he obeyed. He sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs a bit, and settled her on his lap facing him.

"You going to wear your speaker?"

"Mm hmm. Give you the whooooole package, sweet thing." He sighed deeply and snuggled her closer, wrapping his leather-clad arms around her and enveloping her in his bubblegum- and-leather scent. Elly rested her forehead on his and closed her eyes, purring.

"Your arms feel so strong around me," she whispered happily.

"Aw, cute." Mic kissed her cheek.

"Mmm, you're cuter in your hero costume."

"Well, then." He raised his eyebrows. "That brings me to my other idea." He reached down and pulled her more in contact with his groin. She gasped when she felt him through the soft leather. "I also happen to know you love clothed sex. How about it, babygirl? Wanna ride?" He grinned wickedly at her when she stared back at him, speechless. Fidgeting around, he managed to unbuckle and unzip just enough below to pull his hard length out. "Awwww, yeahhhhh. You want to thank me for saving your sexy ass?"

"Oh, Mic," she shivered, then craned her neck to whisper in his ear. "I thought heroes didn't need rewards." His member twitched eagerly between them as she spoke.

"No, but I'll be happy to take one if offered." He gave her a little leer, running his hands down her back. "And you're offering, aren't you?"

"I'll do anything for you, Voice Hero." She gripped him in her palm, squeezing lightly.

He sucked in a great breath of air. "Anything?"

She reached up and pulled his reflective glasses down a little so she could stare into his eyes. "How about I suck you off?"

"Ha - ahh, shit!" He started to squirm as she slipped off his lap to kneel on the ground. "Baby, wait, I want that more'n anything, but don't you wanna..?"

"What I want is your cock in my mouth, Present Mic."

"Ahhh!" Her words and grip were inflaming him. He dug his hands into the bedsheets, twisting them as she slowly traced the pulsing vein along his length with the tip of her tongue.

"You're so big," she whispered reverently, kissing his throbbing head and tugging on the close-fitting leather encasing his thighs. "I don't know if I can fit all this in my mouth." He wheezed pathetically, his great mass of hair rustling behind him as he shook. "You okay, Mic? Want me to stop talking?"

"Don't stop," he choked. "I like it. You're such a naughty girl."

"Ooh, Mikey likes it when I talk dirty." Elly saw this was indeed true. Excited fluids were bubbling up from his tip to slide down the length of his shaft. She sucked these off with a soft sound and told him in exquisite detail how utterly delicious he was. "I bet it's better when you come, all thick and milky." She was silent for awhile as she greedily slipped him as far down her throat as she could. She was careful not to go too far and activate her gag reflex, as that could easily kill the mood. She slurped noisily, twirling her tongue in intricate patterns as he whined loudly from the bed. The sounds alone were destroying him. The dirty talking was one thing, but listening to her suck on him was what was going to finally do him in. And still she kept on, urging him to orgasm faster and faster. She pulled back, letting him slide out of her mouth to fall heavily on his thigh.

"You're close, aren't you?" He nodded frantically. "All right, then. Watch me this time."

Mic hiccupped. "W - watch?" He looked, and before he knew it he was there. Seeing her kiss him while moaning his hero name softly in pleasure was too much. He grabbed for the back of her head to pat it in warning. She responded with a low hum, and he realized how devastating that action really was when he felt the gentle vibrations. He came hard, thrusting his hips and crying out. Amazingly, she tightened her lips and suckled harder.

"God, baby, what are you trying to do, suck me dry?!" He shrieked, extra careful not to activate his quirk. "No no, don't stop! Softer, softer... please, yes!"

She waited until he stopped bucking gently before backing away. There was too much semen for her to comfortably swallow, and she had let it pool out the corners of her mouth onto a nearby towel they had placed nearby. She tapped his legs in a silent command for him to stay still and he complied, sighing when she used another section of it to wipe him clean.

"I get the hum now, really I do," he panted.

"Well, sort of. Your ability amps it up a lot."

"If you let me rest a little, I'll see what I can do about testing it out more."

"In your costume?" She raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"Of course, babe."

Sweet Like Honey

Els x Hizashi/Present Mic

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It was sticky and messy, but they had taken precautions with a plastic sheet and really, she could not deny her boyfriend anything. He had asked to try this, had gotten so excited when she had smiled and said yes.  But the golden honey was drizzling onto - and into -- every part of her body. It felt strange, an oddly foreign substance when it wasn't by any means. She placed it in her tea now and then and baked with it. She had never stuck her hand in it, though, or played with it like he was doing now. 

Hizashi was like a kid sometimes, she mused, and it formed a large part of why she loved him. He loved sweets, and he really enjoyed using his mouth on her. The combination had him grinning from ear to ear as he squeezed every drop in that silly plastic bear onto her nude body. He tossed it carelessly away when it farted an empty puff of air.

"Oh, yeah." He licked, using his mouth as well and catching any drops that were sliding downwards. Positively ravenous, he grasped her waist in both hands when she started to pull away from the sensitive kisses. 

"Nuh uh, princess! I'm not missing a single inch of skin. This time I'm getting it all for sure." He buried his face between her breasts and she giggled; she couldn't help it.

"You're going to smear the heck out of your glasses, Zashi."

"Mm. You may be right." He took them off, folding them and setting them aside on the nearby end table. Elly got a good look at him when he sat up to do it and she clapped a hand to her mouth, stifling a huge fit of laughter. Hizashi noticed, however, and gave her that penetrating gaze he had. One eye huge and the other squinted, he stared down at her.

"Okayyyy... what."

"Your mustache." 

He blinked. "Eh?" 

She waved him close and he obliged happily, not caring that pressing down against her meant he was smearing his own body as well. "It got on them and smushed the hair all weird." She kissed him, then slowly licked the hair into the proper points. 

"Nngh... you know what that does to me!" 

"Like you don't know it does the same to me, big boy," she husked. Reaching around, she grasped a double handful of his tight rear. "You're all slippery now, too."

"You wanna wrestle?" He growled playfully and wrapped his legs around hers. The honey squished between them and their bodies moved slickly together. She caught one of his ears in her mouth as they squirmed around and sucked on the lobe, causing him to moan loudly. "You're gettin' me too worked up, babe. The honey - it's like a gooey lube. God, that feels good." He rubbed himself on her belly, eyes closing in bliss, and after a few minutes she heard his breathing pick up another notch. He caught his breath in great, hitching sobs and started whimpering.

"Hizashi," she hummed quietly, "I know you. You're not going to last, sweetie."

"Yerr right. M'not," he choked. He had an adorable tendency to start to slur his words together when he was near orgasm. "Feels gooood. I wanna come all over you."

"Oh, dear." She smiled and tickled his lower back. "I'm messy already, so go ahead."

"Y'don't mind?"

"I don't mind."

"Promise," he gasped, "take care of you ... later."

"I know."

His eyes met and held hers as he thrust, his lower lip caught adorably between his teeth. "M'wanna cover you all over," he shuddered. She watched as his green eyes glazed over with pleasure. Hizashi reared back, holding himself in one hand to aim carefully at her body. Even in the throes of a shivering, muscle jerking orgasm he didn't want to catch her in the eye or something. The release left his body in several long, ropey bursts that left him feeling drained. When he looked down he giggled weakly. His girlfriend was laying back with an arm draped across her eyes with layers of glistening gold honey, sweat, and his final additive on top.

"Oh, shit, babe. You're a hot mess."

"That's not exactly what the phrase means, Zashi." She grinned back at him. "You're right, though."

"Uh. How do we clean this up?"

"We?" She chuckled quietly. "I can't move or I'll make an even worse mess. This has gotta be all you, dear."

He pursed his lips, considering for a moment. Then it came to him and he snapped his fingers, his eyes lighting up. "Okay, stay still!" And with a sudden decisive flourish he rolled her up in the plastic like a sticky burrito. Elly didn't even protest, she just started to laugh as he picked the whole bundle up and staggered off towards the bathroom.

"You're such a dork, Zashi."

"Yeah, yeah," he grunted, trying his damndest not to spill any of the rolled up contents before reaching his destination of the bathtub. "You love me anyway."

"I love you because you're a dork."

Mint Jelly

Aizawa / Els

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"Bleah." Aizawa sucked the last out of the jelly packet and spat it aside, making a terrible face. He was sure he had grabbed plain apple, but it was mint. 

Green isn't always apple. He made a mental note of this and rolled over to face the wall in his sleeping bag. Lunch was finished; he would rest until that infernal bell rang again. He was dozing lightly when he felt a warm puff of air on his cheek. Aizawa opened one eye in irritation. Couldn't be a draft, what the hell. He frowned in confusion when he saw dark purple eyes staring into his own.

"Cheshire?" The cat lady was leaning over him, purring softly. He first thought he was dreaming and dismissed this when he felt her trace the scar on his face. "What are you doing?"

"Mmm, Eraser." She licked his lips and he jerked backwards, startled. He was still in his sleeping bag, though, so he only managed to bump into the desk and smack himself on the head for his trouble. 

"Ow! What the hell!"

"You smell good," she purred. "Taste better."

"Oh, crap. The jelly." Aizawa thrust his hands out of the bag and held her back by her shoulders. "You're just smelling mint from my lunch. I didn't realize it would affect you." He paused, frowned. Why had she been so close to him anyway?

"You always affect me." She shrugged. "I just thought it was time to let you know. The mint did help, though."

"Did it now?" Maybe it hadn't been such a bad purchase after all. He stared at her for a long moment, then deliberately opened his mouth, letting his tongue slip out. She greedily caught it between her lips, sucking and running her tongue along his teeth. 

"That good, Ches?"

"Better."

"You haven't seen better," he husked dangerously. "I can show you if you like."

"Big talk, hero." 

"I can back it up."

"Can you now? Let's see." She slowly unzipped the bag halfway and reached inside. "You're so hot in here. Is it the bag or am I doing this to you?" She dug around some more, groping him hungrily. 

"Ngh!" He reached out quickly and grasped her wrist. 

"<i>There</i> you are." She nuzzled his neck as he threw his head back, straining. "My goodness, is this <i>all</i> you? What a big man."

He snapped his head back and glared at her, regaining some of his former ire. "Of course. You want that, you're going to have to wait until school's out."

"I do. But what if I said I couldn't wait?"

He snorted, then seemed to relent and crooked a finger at her. "Come here." He flipped himself into an upright sitting position, reaching out to grasp the back of her neck. They came together in a softer, slower kiss than before that spoke of things to come. Aizawa pressed deeper, wetter, determined to wreck her as much as he could. She had nearly destroyed him - he was so hard he was going to have to sit behind his desk for the entire next class. He wanted to return the favor.

They were so involved neither heard the bell when it rang. They simply kissed, locked together in a passionate struggle for dominance. Elly was the one that lost this time. 

He plunged his hands wildly through her hair and whispered hotly into her mouth. "I promise I'll make it worth your wait."

"You better, handsome."

A cough startled them and they jumped guiltily around, his hands still entwined in her hair and her arms around his neck. Half of class was 1-A frozen in shock at their desks, the other half blinking from the doorway.

Cheshire immediately blurred into invisibility. 

"Oh, no you don't," Aizawa muttered under his breath. He turned quickly, eyes flashing red. "You started this. You can help me explain." Elly was revealed as his quirk cancelled hers out, blushing wildly with her hand over her eyes.

"Ahhh... shit."

No Rules Weekend

Shota Aizawa/Els

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Elly yawned and stretched luxuriously, digging her hands into the bed sheets as she arched her back. Her striped tail hooked into a sinuous question mark and she sniffed the morning air.

She loved the weekends.

A heady mix of coffee and baked goods filled the tiny apartment. Shota had, of course, gotten up before her and bought breakfast. She rolled over and sat up with a pleased little purr, her mind still quite groggy.

"I thought you were going to sleep all day." The scruffy man strode over to her and handed her a cup of coffee. The brew was light with cream and only partially sweet, just the way she liked it.

"I gave it some very serious consideration." She sipped, then purred with delight. "Did you take Eri to the bus for her day trip?"

"Mm hmm." He sat beside her on the bed, his own cup in hand. He was shirtless, shoeless and wearing the soft flannel pants he loved to lounge around in. She rubbed a hand on his leg, relishing the feel of the snuggly fabric. "She said she was going to take pictures of all the fish at the aquarium - just for you."

"Aww."

"She really means it. All the fish. You may have several hours of photos to look through later, you know."

"Oh, dear." Elly laughed softly.

Aizawa sighed as he watched her drink her coffee. Her purple hair wasn't winged out on the sides yet but lay straight down reaching only to the nape of her neck. She tucked the two long, elfin side locks back when she slept, but a strand had crept out and lay in a tangle on the side of her face. He reached out and gently combed his fingers through it, brushing it back. And then, seeing as he was so close anyway, he kissed her neck.

"You smell good."

"Ew, Sho. I stink. I haven't showered yet!"

He shook his head, his own hair tied up in a loose ponytail that stuck messily up in the air. "You smell like you. That's good."

"Mm. I do have to shower, though." She got up and made her way to the kitchen with him following. She rinsed her cup and stuck her hand out to indicate she would do his, too. He reached around and placed it in the sink, then leaned down to nuzzle her neck.

"Hurry up." His tongue flickered out and teased the tender spot where her pulse throbbed.

"You're affectionate today."

"It's the weekend, we're all alone." He buried his face in her hair. "Sit with me on the couch."

"Oh no, not the couch." She wrinkled her nose and he snorted. That had been the one piece of furniture she had really wanted to get rid of when she'd moved in. It was old, and a hideous yellow color she thought personally looked a little like baby poop. It was also stained in several places. Coffee stains, he had assured her, but she still felt a bit grossed out by them. Aizawa had put his foot down, claiming he had worn the thing in so much it was one of his most comfortable places in the known universe.

"Come on." He picked her up and sat down in his favorite sunny spot by the window, a patch of golden warmth. He settled her on his lap, placed his long legs on the nearby table and sighed with contentment. "Just a few minutes," he murmured into her hair. "And, if you're still set on showering first, I could join you, if you want." He nuzzled her ear. "I think I decided what I want for breakfast."

"Now I really want to get in there."

"Let's go, then."

"I thought you said 'a few minutes'! Changing your mind like that's against the rules!" She yelped as he picked her up and dashed off. 

"No rules. Weekend." He opened the door in the middle of the hallway and deposited her on the rug inside. Their bathroom was moderate sized, with a showerhead and tub bottom that was built flush into the wall. He readied the water, testing it with one hand as she stripped by the sink.

"I put the bath mat in... oh, and one of those scented things you like." He yawned, stretching his arms over his head. Elly wandered over and massaged his shoulders as he began stepping out of his pants. Aizawa grimaced with pleasure as her warm hands kneaded his sore neck. "Ah, kitten, that feels good."

"Is it bad today?" She kissed the nape of his neck, pulling his hair out of the ponytail. He shivered.

"Eh. About the same." He gently pulled her hands around him and sighed. "If we don't get in there soon, I'll be tempted to have you right here."

"On the bathroom floor, Sho? Really?"

"Mm hmm. I'd do you anywhere." He laughed when she pulled away and whipped him on the rear with her tail.

"All right, you horndog. Let me get in first." She squeaked when the water first hit her, then reached for the soap.

"Coming in." He angled himself so they wouldn't bump, only able to do so from practice. They liked bathing together and did it every chance they got. Elly finished washing her body, then handed him the bar of soap, turning around. "All right," he murmured, "let me just..."

"I thought you were going to do my back," she laughed as he reached around and grasped a slippery double handful of her breasts.

"In time." He toyed with her nipples, enjoying watching her squirm. After a bit he decided he had teased her enough and he scrubbed her back, just as delighted to please her in that different way. "Want to get mine, Ches?"

"Of course, love." He wheezed in satisfaction as her small hands rubbed briskly on his back. She hugged him tight when she was done and plopped the foamy soap back into its dish.

"Hair," he said cryptically, "then I want my breakfast."

"Your breakfast?"

"Mm hmm." He leered at her and she giggled. Aizawa wet his hair, lathering and rinsing efficiently and noted she was doing the same but had to wait for her rinse since he was in the way. He grinned and knelt, catching one of her nipples in his mouth.

"Hm!" It came as a surprise as her eyes were closed. "Cheater."

"I believe I have told you before, there aren't any rules on the weekend." He popped the shower head off and rinsed her short hair for her, making sure to run a hand across her eyes to wipe any soap away. "There." He grunted as he settled it back on the base, arranging it so the water fell only part way in the tub. Elly smiled at him, her eyes filled with love. His tender ministrations as he had washed her body and been so careful with her hair had completely melted her. This man loved her, and he showed it in the very best ways. And there was nothing like her man when he was aroused, she thought, heart beating rapidly in her chest. Aizawa's long hair was slicked back, his gray eyes half-lidded as he regarded his partner shivering at the far end of the shower.

"Cold?" He had set the water on hotter when he replaced the showerhead in the hopes she wouldn't be chilled.

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Okay, then." He came to her and wrapped his arms around her, bending to settle his hot mouth on her shoulder. "Hello, delicious." He was ravenous. He always was when it came to sex, but in the shower he could be less careful about certain fluids without her worrying about them having to do extra laundry. He hummed with delight, licking trickling beads of water and racing others ever downward. When he reached her legs he patted the right gently, and she raised it for him. He ducked under, resting it on his shoulder to take some of the strain off her and give him better access to her body.

He caressed the leg resting on top of him, turning his head to kiss her thigh. The water ran down his hair and trickled hotly down his back and sides. Elly was in the half of the shower that wasn't as wet but the steam was hot enough that she wasn't chilly. Far from it, as her lover continued to swipe his tongue closer and closer to her sex. Aizawa brushed her hair apart, stroking the purple curls out of the way so he could see better. He had to place one hand down to support himself as his other toyed with the flaps of skin so like flower petals and just as rosey. He grinned, chuckling to himself when he heard her whining in anticipation. She loved his mouth on her and had been known to beg if he teased too long without using his tongue. For now he settled on rubbing in tight circles with a fingertip while chasing that with tiny, careful little kisses.

"Sho, please, your mouth..."

"Yes." He risked a glance up and was delighted to see she was already flushed red in her cheeks, lips parted sensuously. "Do you want slow, deep kisses or would you rather I devour you until you scream?"

She choked. "Oh my god."

"Tell me, Ches." He flicked his tongue directly on her swollen need and she shrieked. "Tell your Sho what you need."

"Deep! Kiss me. Oh god, I love your kisses."

"My special kisses." He settled his mouth on her as much and slipped his tongue inside those very different lips, thrusting as far as he could reach. Which honestly, considering the length of a normal tongue, was not much. What mattered was the motion and his lips brushing lightly on the spot that brought her the most enjoyment. He backed up, eliciting a protesting moan from Elly until he moved forward again, softly kissing just the nub of flesh that he knew would cause her to finish. She bucked backwards at the intense, electric jolt of pleasure but he was ready. Aizawa grasped her buttocks and held her still, upping his technique by nuzzling and suckling.

"Wait, love - " she tried to move, found she was completely trapped against the shower wall with his hands pulling her close. "Oh, god, Sho, it's too much!"

He leaned back slightly. "Want me to stop?"

"I..."

"Want me to fuck you into the wall? Because that's what I want." His voice changed, dropping low and dangerous. He stood slowly, his wet hair covering his face. She saw him wipe his lips and stop to consider for a moment. He threw back his head, dark hair flying, and opened his mouth, rinsing it out. He then scrubbed his beard and mustache quickly off with a thin coat of soap. "I want lots of kisses," he explained as he drew close again, his hands clasping her about the waist. Their mouths met and held as the sweet steam swirled around them. His hot length rubbed on her lower belly, the water sliding it easily around as they moved together. It felt good and she told him so.

"Yes," he panted. "Very good."

"And you'll feel even better inside me," she added dreamily.

"Ah, Ches, you trying to make me lose it?"

"I thought you - mmm, Sho, like that -- had already lost it."

"Here?" He rubbed harder, his breathing picking up a notch. "You want my tip inside?"

"Yesss."

"Ha," he whispered, thrusting ever so slightly. "I'm still going to ravish the hell out of you."

"I'm waiting." She held her face up for another kiss and he gladly obliged, finishing by catching her upper lip in his teeth playfully.

"Hold on to me, Ches." He motioned for her leg again and she lifted one. Aizawa gripped it and she jumped lightly, throwing her other up for him to hold as well. "Good girl. Now be ready." He aimed and bucked his hips forward, plunging himself into her heat with a low groan.

"Do me hard," she begged. He grinned wickedly and reared back, pounding in as deep as he could. He held nothing back, rutting into her like a wild animal and delighting in the moment that he could lose himself this way. He began growling as his orgasm neared, rough, inarticulate sounds of lust as he moved. His wet hair fell back and forth with his every move, some catching on his cheek and tickling. Elly rode back as best she could, squeezing her thighs tight to hold on. Her tail flopped loosely down between them, a sodden wet mess of fur. He saw it and grasped it tightly in one hand, pulling it as he thrust. One of her legs slipped down but her reaction was everything he wanted.

"Yes!" She clawed his back, nails catching in some of his older scars, and lunged forward to bite his neck. It was a small bite, but her sharp canines broke the skin and he felt a thin rivulet of blood trickle down. It was enough. Aizawa came, shaking hard with one hand automatically pulling the hair that had fallen back out of the way. He knew she would want a kiss.

"Satisfied?" He smiled when she nodded tiredly. "You look sleepy, Ches. You want to dry off and go back to bed?"

"Can we?" She finished cleaning up with a wash rag they had placed in there for that purpose.

"I told you, kitten, there aren't any rules on the weekend."