Villain Cosplay

Villain Cosplay

Hizashi Yamada/Elly

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"Zashi, love, I'm going shopping at the..." Elly walked out into the living room with a small purse and their apartment keys in one hand. They were both off of all work today, and she was dressed comfortably in a t-shirt and jeans. She glanced up and saw him sprawled out on the couch. He was -not- dressed in his casual khakis. "...oh."

Hizashi was almost fully dressed in his hero garb, with a few choice touches. His neck piece was missing, but he still had the black leather band about his neck he wore underneath as extra cushioning. His pants were there, but his belt and fly were undone, and what appeared to be the cord for his headphones was wrapped around the tight bulge popping out. When she raised her eyes she saw he had wrapped it around himself in other areas, as well, including his wrists that he held helplessly above his head. He gave her a sheepish smile, biting his lower lip.

She let out a tiny mew and dropped her bag, the keys following not long after.

"I was hoping a certain lady would ravish me," he breathed in that low, throbbing voice he knew turned her on.

Elly's ears laid crazily on either side. "Yes," she said absently, walking forward without being able to take her eyes off the incredibly sexy tableau in front of her. "I can go later."

"Good," he simpered, writhing about as if he was tied tightly. She swallowed hard and knelt on the floor in front of him.

"Is this your old costume?" Elly saw on closer inspection that the leather garments looked a bit torn in areas.

He nodded. "Yes."

"So it's okay if it gets ripped more, huh?"

"Yes." He was panting now, color rising in his cheeks.

"You want me to be the villain like we talked about?"

"Yes!"

She smiled down at him. "I don't have any villainous clothing, but that doesn't bother you, does it, Mic?" He moaned at her use of his other name and shook his head. "You remember what we also agreed on? Red for 'stop' and yellow for 'pause'?"

"Yeah." He took a deep breath and looked seriously into her eyes. "I'll use them. I promise. I really want you to get into this, babe," he went on, sounding a little embarrassed, "but the safe words go for you, too. If you're uncomfortable, just tell me and we can stop."

"All right, then. It's agreed." She stood, knees popping slightly. "You're in my possession now, Voice Hero." She tipped his chin up with a single finger held underneath and chuckled at his expression. After their discussion about playacting and scenarios like this, she had figured he wanted to try it out. Like a good lover, she read up about getting into character and how to goad someone without hurting them. She could have probably asked Midnight, but the woman loved to gossip and they all worked together.

She brought everything up she had learned in her mind. Acting was as important as the sexual act itself, so she bared her fangs at him in a wicked grin as he stared at her, wide-eyed. "Let's see - I've got your gear off, so you can't be using that shout of yours on me... that is, unless you want to hurt civilians in the area. No, of course not," she laughed when he promptly shook his head. "You're a good boy, aren't you? Heroes don't do things like that."

Hizashi's breathing roughened. He had no idea his girl could act like this. Her words were sending jolts down his spine, and when she reached forward to tug at the cording he had wrapped around himself he began gasping. "A little excited, Present Mic?" She pulled the rubber lines tighter at his crotch and he whined loudly. "What would your fellow heroes say if they saw what a hard-on you got from a villain tying you up?"

"Ah!"

"You like that, don't you." When he didn't answer right away she grasped his chin in one hand and forced him to look at her. "Don't you?"

"Y - yes!"

"That's nice," Elly purred, her tail lashing behind her. "You're a sight, you know. All bound up with your poor cock twitching, just dying for some attention." She squeezed lightly and he canted his hips into the touch.

"Ah!"

"So eager," she murmured approvingly. "You're shameless, aren't you?" She had since planted her knees on his legs to hold him down and was leaning very close to him, staring deeply into his eyes. "I wonder, though... just how shameless?" She tugged her shirt off and her bra followed. He lay very still as she bent down, pressing his face into her soft cleavage. "Here, hero. I want you to suckle like the helpless babe you are."

Hizashi's expression was priceless. He stared at her in starstruck wonder, in awe that she could play her part so well. He was hornier than he could ever remember being in his entire life. Whatever she asked for, he would gladly do, so he turned his head, mouth parting, and caught a pert nipple between his lips. Careful to be gentle, he sucked until she guided him to her other breast, where he repeated his actions until she shuddered and pulled back.

"Not bad," she sighed, her eyes misty with pleasure. "I think you might just deserve a reward. Don't you?"

"Oh, please," he whispered.

"What do you want, then?" She nudged the junction between his legs with a knee and he wriggled underneath her.

"Please... touch me. Please."

"Here?" Elly ran a hand down his chest, outlining the zipper of his jacket. She toyed with the pull on the end.

"N - not..."

"Tell me where you want my hands."

He gulped, sweating and trembling. "My - my..." His face grew redder and he bit his lip again cutely.

"Yes?" She raised an eyebrow. "I haven't got all day, you know. Tell me, or you won't get what you want."

"Please," he begged in a shy, little-boy voice, "Stroke my dick ..."

"See?" Her warm hands did as he asked, rubbing the bulge in his boxer briefs. Fluid immediately soaked into a dark stain on the tip from his over-excited body. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

He whined and flexed his legs and arms, trying to keep still so she wouldn't stop. It was all so much stimulation he guessed he wouldn't be long if she continued touching him. To his pleasurable dismay, however, he discovered he was wrong.

"Ngh!" He couldn't climax. Her fingers squeezing him exactly the way he loved through the thin briefs were perfect, but his pleasure would climb and not peak. At the end he would almost reach an orgasm only to begin all over again. After repeating this cycle several times the pleasure was nearly unbearable. Exasperated, he began to wheeze as he threw his head from side to side. "What did you do to me?!" He choked. His glasses were askew from his tossing about, and Elly carefully reached up and righted them.

"You forgot about the cord," she pointed out with a devious smile. "I wrapped it a little tighter earlier, remember?" Her fingers tapped the base of his stiff torment and he howled. She had used it like a cock ring.

"You - you..." His chest heaving, he watched as her hand tightened, gripping him firmly. "No more! Ah, please stop!"

"Zashi," Elly gasped, immediately concerned, her hand releasing him. "Red or yellow, remember?"

"Don't," he whispered, locking eyes with her and dropping a wink. "Don't, it h - hurts."

"Liar." Elly relaxed, placing one hand over her heart, which was beating super fast. She had panicked, for the thing she wanted least of all was to hurt this precious man. "You'd come instantly if I took off the cord."

"Thas' why it hurrrrts." Her ears perked. He had started to slur his words as if he were drunk. She figured he needed only a little push to completely lose control. She gripped the sides of his head and kissed him deeply, dominating his mouth like she was the rest of his body. When they broke for air she gave him a little shake to remind him to pay attention. What she saw caused her heart to nearly stop. His face was red and wet-streaked with those glorious spiralled eyes huge and filled with fresh, unspilled tears. His brow was drawn tightly and his lips parted, the lower jutting slightly out and quivering at her in supplication.

Elly took a very deep breath. "Beg," she told him. That was all it took; he couldn't take it anymore. Words tumbled out, a litany of his beloved's name mixed with near inarticulate pleas. She let him go on for a moment and then gently unfastened the cord. His cries immediately changed to pleasure as she tenderly rubbed his clothed shaft, urging everything out at last.

Mic fell back onto the cushions, wheezing, sweat standing out on his face and neck. "Holy shit," he choked.

"Try to hold still," she said, carefully untying the cord from his wrists. She massaged the red skin from where they had bit in, fretfully clucking her tongue. "We need to make sure we get some safer stuff."

He closed his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. Her actions spoke so lovingly that he felt he was the luckiest man alive. Not only did she play hard, she took care in the smallest things, like when she had fixed his glasses. Or now, when she patted his cheek with a tissue, wiping his tears and sweat away.

"You were great," he told her seriously while she helped him into a sitting position. He winced at the sticky mess in his underwear and shifted uncomfortably. "I think I need to clean up, though."

"You want help?" She kissed him on the nose and he hugged her, sighing.

"I would love some help."