Freeing the Beast

Els/Shota

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Her hands were suddenly nerveless. She gripped the door frame, breath coming in short, quick little gasps.

"Breathe, Cheshire," Aizawa hummed lowly. Easy for him to say, not that simple for her to do. There he lay, his upper body propped on the mountain of pillows on their bed. He was naked except for his capture scarves that were wrapped intricately around him. He crooked a finger at her in invitation and slowly spread his legs, revealing nothing due to the cloth but an intriguing, shadowy bulge.

Elly squeaked.

"Come on," he cajoled slyly. "I've got a surprise for my good kitty." Still speechless, she stumbled onto the bed. He bent and lifted her next to him, rolling on his side to face her. One of the ends of the capture thread snaked out and dangled in front of her eyes. "Go ahead," he urged. "You want to play?"

Her hand reached out to touch it. She realized that she never had before, and wondered what it felt like. Aizawa slipped it back, moving it towards him. She followed without thinking until he suddenly pulled away and she was within an inch of his face. He caught her chin in his hand and held her firmly. One of his fingers crept up and he teased her lips, sliding it inside her mouth while staring intently into her eyes.

"I'm hard and ready for you under all of this. You just need to remove it... layer by layer."

"You're a beast, Sho," she whimpered.

"I like that," he said quietly.

"Mrr?"

"What you just called me." He rubbed the back of her neck, eyes half-lidded. She flicked her ears, watching him carefully. This was a new side to the man she hadn't seen before, and she imagined few ever did. "Say it again." The hand on the back of her neck flexed and she moved easily at the gentle urging. He waited until he could feel her breath, soft and warm on his face before repeating himself. "Again," he husked.

His voice sent shivers down her spine. He was so absolutely sure of himself. And the hand on her neck had moved to rub her velvety ears, the pleasurable sensation adding to the spell she was under. "A damned sexy beast," she gasped.

"Ah," he sighed. "That's my good kitty." His mouth pressed onto hers, his scraggly facial hair a contrast to his soft lips. Aizawa wasted no time but slipped his tongue inside, deepening the kiss hungrily. His hand twisted in her hair, pulling her even closer.

When they broke apart she was panting for air, her head swimming. "Wh - what ..." He didn't give her a chance to finish. His hands lifted her up and over onto her back on the bed, and before she quite understood what was happening he leaped gently on top of her. Her eyes impossibly huge, she looked left, then right as he grasped each of her wrists and pushed her down. "Wait!"

He stopped immediately, his eyes staring intently into hers."Planning on saying no?"

"Well, not really..."

"Good. I want to feel your hands on me." Elly gave up and slid under the scarves, tracing the rough scars slashed across his flesh. Most were small, some thin, a few long. When her fingers grew ticklish he grunted impatiently and his covering reared up, untangling from his body. He gathered it up in one hand and tossed it to the floor.

"I thought I had to unwrap you."

"That would take far too long. I need you now." She caught his elbow in her hand as he propped himself up and sighed. The skin was much worse here, a reminder of one of his more harrowing villain encounters. She hadn't been there at the time but heard that he had been injured so badly he was hospitalized.

Aizawa saw what she was thinking and slid a hand up her shirt, tickling her belly. "No bad thoughts, Ches."

"Knock it off!" She laughed and wiggled, trying to escape his touch. He followed relentlessly, grinning evilly and going so far as to pin her underneath him, lifting her shirt even higher.

"What's the matter? I thought kitties liked to be petted."

"Petted, not tickled! Ah, Sho, st - stop it!" She burst out in a fit of giggles that ended in an abrupt moan.

"Mmm, not ticklish here." He delicately squeezed the pert nipple he found poking up through her soft cotton bra. Bending down, he set his mouth on it and wet the fabric, sucking and biting extra carefully. She responded by whipping her tail around behind him, the fur teasing his sensitive ass and caressing his tightly drawn balls. Unfortunately, she forgot how her boyfriend reacted to too much stimuli, especially when she did anything kittenish. Aizawa whipped his head up, his eyes intense as his hair rose in that odd, unseen breeze. She was in for it now, and there was no going back.

"Uh oh," was all she had time to gasp before he was on her, teeth latching onto the front hook on her bra. It was torn open in seconds, his mouth seeking her right nipple hungrily. He savored her cries of pleasure as he lavished attention on her more sensitive breast, sucking hard at the tip and nipping. The more rough he played the more sensitive it became. He finally switched to the left side only so he could pinch the hard flesh as he teased the other, creating a double sensation so strong she screamed into the pillow.

"I need you naked," he snarled, his voice strangling with lust. "Take this off - take it all off, so I can give you the pounding of your life."

Elly obliged as fast as possible, heart racing wildly as he loomed above her with his eyes lit up and his hair swaying. He was barely holding back now, she knew, if he was in full-on quirk mode. And though she tried, it wasn't quick enough for Aizawa. She was still kicking her pants off when he let out the sexiest, most insane howl she had ever heard and threw himself on her. The wind was knocked so powerfully out of her that she gasped. Elly moaned and laid back as still as she could. Wild animals needed to be pacified, and her boyfriend was nothing less right now. He ripped her panties off with a satisfied grunt. He kissed her, biting and sucking on her lips, and drew down to her neck again.

"Easy, love," she murmured when he bared his teeth on her skin. "Everyone will see."

"If you don't give me a safeword," he husked, "I'm not going to stop." And with that, he settled his hot mouth on her pulse and sucked hard.

"Oh my god - Shota!" Knowing in the morning the looks they would both get from teachers and students alike thrilled her. She really liked when he got this possessive. Better yet, he would be adorable when faced with the stares tomorrow - awkward, embarrassed and hellishly grumpy. Just the way she loved him.

"Ha," he panted, lapping at the multiple red stains and burns on her skin from his teeth and stubble. "Pretty."

"Hurry up and take me," she begged.

"Hard?" He raised himself on one knee and grinned down at her.

"Don't hold back, Eraserhead."

"Ahhh, shit." He shook his head, then rubbed one eye, his grin widening. "You better scream, kitty."

She bit her lip and flung her arms around his neck. "Make me."

Aizawa moved before she could, pinning her legs to the bed. She blinked, confused, but he spread them further himself, kneeling between them in position. If he didn't want her legs around him this could be dangerous indeed. He laid fully on top of her for one moment, relishing the feel of her softness. And then he moved.

She sometimes forgot that he was so strong. Aizawa had a non offensive power, so he relied on a lot of different tactics, like his capture scarves. However, he worked out for at least an hour every single day, sometimes more. His body was deceptive. He was fit, but it wasn't until he was really flexing that the muscles surged under the pale skin. His abdomen rippled as he thrust, burying his full member inside her all the way to the base. His lightly haired belly smacked into hers with a brisk sound. Aizawa threw his head back, shoulders surging as he gave this his all. He drove her backwards until she was resting on her pillow flat against the wall, crying out his name repeatedly. He was alert for any hint of their safewords, but she never uttered a single one. The only thing she seemed able to scream was his name, and he liked that. The excitement built in him as he strained, listening to her grow louder until her voice broke. As she shuddered violently under him, he let out a huge gust of air and let himself go as well.

They lay there, panting, for a little while.

A few minutes after they finished, they heard a pounding on their door. Aizawa uttered a strangled curse and leaped off and out of her messily.

"Ew, Sho."

"Sorry," he muttered. But someone banging like that might mean there was trouble. He threw his battered robe on and rushed to the door, flinging it open.

Hizashi, his friend and neighbor, stood there with his hand pressed to one side of his flaming face. His green eyes widened as he took in the robe flapping loosely about Aizawa and his mussed hair.

"Uh... hey, Shota, I feel really weird about me being the one to say this and all, but. You guys're really loud."

The dark haired man's face turned as red as humanly possible. "Ah."

Elly had thrown on a long shirt and was standing in the hallway lost in a fit of tired giggles.

He turned to glare at her. "You're not helping."

"Hey, I warned you everyone would know if you kept going the way you were."