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els x Hizashi

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Elly was bored. She had to go through a couple of registration appeals for her to keep teaching at UA. The forms had to be filled out and some testing done at a municipal office in the middle of town every so many months. It was so simple she didn't have to even think, but tedious. They were split up just long enough in between so she couldn't leave but so long apart she had huge chunks of wasted time. She sighed and reached into the small black bag she was carrying, digging around until she brought out her phone. The small Present Mic mascot Hizashi had bought her as a joke dangled crazily from the top.

Oh? A text.

That was the worst part. Her boyfriend was at home while she was stuck here. The dear, sweet man had offered to come but she had told him to stay home and relax. She would be home in awhile and they could have dinner together. No reason both of their afternoons had to be ruined, after all. She opened the message and nearly fell off the small plastic chair she sat on.

It was a photo of Hizashi.

A very close up photo.

She stared for what seemed like minutes, trying to regulate her breathing so her heart would stop racing wildly in her chest. She blinked and looked down as the phone vibrated in her palm.

hey babe, the new text read. I've been thinking about you :)

She licked her lips. Thinking?! The picture showed his rigid erection clasped firmly in one hand. The cell camera was so good she could make out the droplets of pre-come oozing from the tip.

you're a naughty boy, she sent back. He was, too. She had never, ever gotten a "dick pic" before and always thought they were, at best, silly. But she could imagine him sitting back, lip caught adorably between his teeth as he stroked himself. Going so far as to excite but not far enough to come, breathing hard, cheeks flushed. And then taking the picture he sent her. She thought about it until her jeans felt too tight in a pleasant sort of way.

does that mean you're going to spank me when you get home?

Holy shit! She could have guessed what he would say, but it still excited her. He sent another quickly after and this time she let out a small noise despite herself. Luckily, she was alone in the offices and no one heard.

Another photo. Hizashi was holding the phone out so she could see him laying on the couch, legs spread with his stiff cock held in one hand. He was otherwise fully dressed and he knew what that did to her, knew she loved half-dressed sex. He wore his piano key sweatpants with a plain white shirt, and he had never looked sexier to her. His face was bright red across the bridge of his nose and he had that sly, little-boy look on his face. The one that made her lose control every time.

what the hell are you doing to me?! I've got one more form to finish before I can come home!!!

God, he was hot, and if it had stopped there it would have almost been too much but he sent one more message.

I'm finishing now, baby

Her eyes widened. She was going to tear that sexy idiot apart when she got back.

Hizashi giggled evilly and set his phone aside. She was sweating out the minutes now, and by the time she got home he could prepare another surprise for her. He grimaced as he tucked himself back into his pants. No time for that now, despite what he had told her. No, he would wait and after an hour or so, the tension would be deliciously excruciating for both of them. He busied himself in the kitchen, looking for what he needed to make the night extra special.

When Elly got off the bus close by their apartment she had to struggle to maintain a normal walking speed. What she really wanted to do was turn invisible and rush home as fast as she could, leaping and climbing over any obstacles in her way. She reached the front door at last and swore softly to herself as she fumbled with her keys. She couldn't get in fast enough and she smiled to herself as she thought how silly she would look if she ran in, drooling and grabbing for him in a fit of desire.

She frowned as she turned the key, however. Was that music that just started playing?

Oh, yeah.

Seventies music filled the apartment, a warm, sexy kind that immediately set the mood. It was sort of dark, but flickering on the coffee table were a series of candles. It was by their glow that she saw Hizashi laying on the couch. His golden hair was free and it spilled over his shoulders, fanning onto the couch, everywhere. He had so much he had to scoop it back when he sat up, flinging most of over his back so it didn't get caught. He wore a black bow tie around his neck and looked nude except he was holding her favorite leopard print pillow in front of his crotch. As she watched he slowly moved it aside, revealing the most hilariously patterned thong that she could possibly have imagined as it matched the pillow. Her breathing quickened when he slipped his tongue out and shamelessly spread his legs for her to see how he was damn near bursting out of the thong.

"Come to me," he hummed, immediately using his quirk to speak in the tone that made her weak in the knees. He wasn't pulling any punches, either, because as she stumbled forward in a daze he sang softly with the song that was playing, a popular love song known even now to most people. His voice was thrilling and sent chills up her spine. Her tail fluffed out and he grinned when he noticed the striped fur standing crazily out. He stood when she reached him, tossing his head to cause his silken hair to float about him in his very best imitation of a cheap romance novel cover.

"Oh, Hizashi," she sighed as he wrapped his arms around her lower waist. "I love you."

"I know, sweetie." He giggled and kissed her upturned lips. "Mmmn." She had started to run her hands through his hair. He didn't often wear it down because, quite frankly, it was a pain. It got everywhere and he shed like mad, too. Tied up in a bun it was at least manageable. But since she didn't see it loose that often, he found it was a huge turn-on for her - and he loved making her happy in any way he could. "I love you, too."

The rest of the night went by in a particularly splendid fashion.