Pheromones (Hizashi)

Els/Zashi
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Elly swore quietly to herself. This fight had been going on a little too long for her liking. The villain had deliberately broken her mask, and she knew they must have a plan. She wasn't sure what type of quirk the woman had, and her outfit didn't hint at it either. Elly felt confident if she stayed invisible she could get out of this okay. She had sent the signal for help, and Present Mic was nearby at a local gig. If there was anyone she could trust in a pinch it was him.

"Gah!" A strange pink mist blasted out of what looked like cannons on the villain's arms in a wide radius. Despite not being seen it didn't matter; it still hit her right in the face. She shook her head, sneezed, and accidentally inhaled quite a lot of it, sucking it into her lungs through her mouth and nose.

The gaudily dressed lady laughed evilly as Mic suddenly showed up, leaping easily on top of a parked car to better take in the situation. His expression was grim. "Even better! This should be extra fun."

Long story short - it was not any fun for her.

As Mic was tying her for the police he noticed Elly had gotten up and was heaving dreadfully under a nearby streetlight. "Ches, you all right?"

"No," she wheezed. "Head... spinning."

He snarled and gave the villain a little shake. "What did you do to her?" She stared at him blankly, shaking her head in confusion. There was blood dribbling out of her ears.

"Damn it." Of course she was momentarily deaf from his quirk. He might have gotten a little overzealous when he saw Elly had been in danger. He dropped her roughly on the pavement and went to check on the Insanity Hero. She had slumped down with her back against the metal pole.

"Mic," she whispered. He ignored that as she didn't supply him with information or a question and checked her pulse. Her heart was racing wildly, and he frowned. Not good. He tilted her chin, wanting to get a look at her pupils. As they made eye contact and he saw her expression he knew what was wrong.

"Crap!"

Elly stared into his eyes, her own glazing over as she lost herself. It was so easy to do that in those beautiful spiralled pupils of his. They appeared more ominous in the tint of the orange shades he wore with his costume, a rich red color rather than his normal green. She had wanted him for years and fallen deeply in love in the last few months as she worked closely with him. All she could think about now, however, was tearing off that leather outfit and devouring him. His scent was delicious up close, hair products that somehow combined to smell like bubblegum mixed with the leather of his outfit.

"She got hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. What do I do?" Mic was talking into his phone but she didn't pay attention. He listened, then blushed a dark red color all at once. "Oh. Oh... okay. Uh. Th - thanks, man."

"Mic, it hurts everywhere." She frowned and clutched at his jacket. "What happened?"

"Okay, uh. The cop's are coming, Ches. We gotta book it. You don't want anyone seeing you like this." He picked her easily up in his arms and she mewed, pleased.

"So strong." She rested her head on his shoulder, sighing. "Can I call you Hizashi?"

"You could've before this, so yeah. Knock yourself out." He ran as fast as possible until he reached a dark side road. "Okay, we hafta talk."

"Mmn."

"You got hit with an aphrodisiac quirk."

Elly groaned as his voice caused goosebumps to shiver down her spine. "Yeahhhh. I can see that."

"Okay, but like, uh. You're single right?" He fidgeted, hopping on one leg and then another. "If you don't have anybody to take care of you - " He paused as she suddenly sobbed once, loudly, and buried her head in his chest. "Oh holy shit, wait, no..." Emotional distress and extreme mood swings were part of the symptoms. He rocked her gently back and forth until she quieted back down.

"Sorry, Zashi." She sniffled sadly.

"You better? You - you want me to take care of you?" It would be too good to be true, he thought, but something about her reactions told him she might look at him as more than a friend. As she was in the first stages of the affliction she still had her wits enough about her to choose who she wanted to be with.

She lifted her head, ears folded back in distress and purple eyes filled with unshed tears. "I'll suffer through this alone, damn it, if you're offering only 'cause you feel you have to."

"Alone?" He held her tighter. "Does that mean you only want ...me?" She didn't answer but his mouth curved into a very large smile, flashing his teeth and everything. "Right on, Ches! Now all we gotta do is make it back to campus. Hold on."

The apartments the teachers lived in were some distance away but he was fast - she had never realized how he could move. His long legs were up to the challenge of racing through back alley streets, darting in and around so they weren't seen. They were lucky it was so late, otherwise they would have been spotted eventually. As it was, the heroes reached the UA buildings without ever being seen. Once they entered the teacher's apartment building, however, they saw someone had been expecting them.

"Ah, Sho, you didn't have to wait for us."

Aizawa stood in front of his front door with a bag held in his hand. He thrust it at his friend with a sour grunt. "I'm not butting in. There's energy drinks and other things you'll need in there. Use them." Although obviously concerned he carefully avoided Elly's eyes, outwardly ignoring that she was in distress. She rather liked that as it gave her some dignity. She knew she was a mess, inside and out. Her ears were askew and her cheeks burned hotly with hectic patches of color. She felt her side locks flipping crazily about, tickling her like the rest of her hair that had come undone at her neck. Hizashi muttered his thanks and unlocked the door, stumbling inside. His arms were suddenly too full of woman and bags and things.

"Here we go." He walked to the back room down the hall and placed her on his bed, smoothing her hair back to check her temperature. "Okay, that's gonna get real bad, real soon. Let's see what Shota got us."

Elly's breathing had picked up. There was a growing need inside her that was flaring up into an ache, a desire far stronger than the one she normally felt when near the Voice Hero.

He rummaged about, face flaming as he placed each item on a nightstand nearby. Energy drinks, sure, that made sense. And water - a few bottles -- for hydration. He chuckled to himself but knew a bottle would come in handy when they couldn't leave the bedroom. He coughed lightly, his face starting to flush harder in embarrassment as he fished a few small boxes out of the bottom of the bag. Lubricant, and not just one. There were several varieties, all claiming to enhance the act and make him last longer. He bit his lip. The condoms were a very welcome sight, as he had none at all in his apartment. He had stopped buying them ages ago since all he seemed to do was throw them out when they expired.

Wait - a note?

'Aphrodisiac quirks come in waves. Be prepared, don't wear yourself out, and ask questions.'

Good idea, that. He turned to face her again and saw she was in trouble. She was desperately trying to hold it in, but her rapidly rising and falling chest and lust-filled eyes gave her away.

"Okay, it's okay." He embraced her, unfastening his speakers with one hand to place them on the floor. "Sorry, I haven't done this before. The - the care, I mean! Not..." He shook his head and cleared his throat in determination. "We need to take our clothes off. You want help?"

"Help," she whimpered, swaying side to side as her vision doubled. Her lips felt swollen and it was hard to speak clearly.

"Relax, baby," he murmured softly. "I promise to take good care of you." His voice always soothed her and she tried telling him that as he carefully took her gloves and boots off. Most of what she wanted to say must have gotten through because he grinned, abashed. Her broken neck piece was already set down beside his and the fullbody costume was next. He unzipped the suit and peeled it down partway, exposing her bra and the top of her panties. He had to hold the base of her tail to unsnap it from the clothing, and this in itself caused problems.

"Ahhh! Not my tail, Mic! H - Hizashi , please!"

"I have to," he gasped, smoothing her fur and working fast. "Sorry! Does it hurt?"

"No..." She dug her hands into the sheets on the bed. "Sensitive. Oh, god, yes."

"There." The suit came off with a gentle tug and he caressed her waist in two warm, trembling hands. He kissed her neck, knowing that if he did it on those parted lips right then he was going to lose control. He concentrated on removing her underwear instead, pausing to kiss her breasts when they were revealed.

"Yes, Zashi, yes."

"You're beautiful," he sighed, hooking a finger on the hem of her panties. "I - I'm gonna have to wait for these to come off. Otherwise I'm'a lose it." His hands encouraged her to lean back onto the bed with her head resting on his pillow. Everything smelled like him and she closed her eyes, inhaling deep while he cursed faintly at his costume. When the bed bounced under his added weight she raised her head to get a good look at him. Hizashi had taken everything off but unfortunately she could only see to his lightly haired chest in his kneeling position. There had been no time to brush his blond hair so it remained mostly in that golden cockatiel plume with a few wayward strands falling down about his neck. He had taken his glasses off and his green eyes were kind, maybe more so. Elly wanted to think it was more but a sudden cramp of desire struck her so hard she wheezed.

"I've got you," he whispered reverently. "I won't let you hurt anymore." She shivered when their lips met in the kiss she had dreamed about for so long. He was just a little clumsy and his mustache tickled, but his enthusiasm seemed to match her own. The kiss deepened, their tongues slickly wrestling against each other and she moaned, loving it but needing more. "So sweet," he sighed as his hands ran through her short hair.

"Please," she panted. "More, please."

"Here," he offered, placing a hand flat on her belly and rubbing. "Where does it hurt? Lower?"

"All the way lower," she whispered.

"Mmm." This time the slip of silk came off and she was completely nude. She arched her back, desperately seeking more touch and he gladly obliged. Things didn't go as he planned, however, as she cried out loudly, shaking and grabbing at his wrist with the very first rub he gave her oversensitive clit. He shook his head ruefully at his blunder, adding a slowly pumping finger inside as she wound down. "I'm sorry. Too much, too fast. That's my fault, Ches. Here..."

"Mmn, Zashi, left."

"Here?" He slid his fingertip over and she moaned. "Yeah, there we go, baby. Easy this time. And slow." He kissed her neck as she started to whimper, bucking into his swirling fingers.

"Talk to me, please!"

His eyes widened. She was begging for him in a way he had not anticipated. "Elly? You - you're doing good, you know." He leaned over to hum softly in her ear. "Mmm, and you feel good, too. I can't wait to slip it to you, baby..."

He didn't get farther before she was lost in a much better orgasm than before. Breathing in short, tearing gasps she wailed his name over and over again.

Hizashi kissed her forehead when she grew still. "Good?"

"Yes, but I need you inside me," she husked. "I can't wait, Zashi - your voice..."

He narrowed one eye, appraising the situation. His voice turned her on that much? "You on the pill, babe?"

She nodded.

"Awesome. I've got condoms, but they might not, um. Oh, boy." He stared hard at the packet he had grabbed. "Sho underestimated me a little bit," he coughed. "I don't think these will fit, but I can try."

Elly shrugged. "I don't have any disease."

"The tests were done when ya came to work. I get em, too. I'm clean."

She frowned as a thought struck her. "Wait, why wouldn't they fit - oh my god, Hizashi!" She cried out in alarm when she saw what he had. Arcing out from a batch of darker blond, bristly pubic hair was the longest penis she had seen in her life. Elly gasped, her body tightening up in terror at the length of the man despite her craving for the deed. He mumbled something, casting his eyes down for a moment.

"Wha?"

"I said, I'll be gentle. I'm in love with you, so please don't worry. I'll fix everything. It won't hurt."

"You - you said..." Her heart was racing so fast now she could barely breathe.

He tilted his head at her in an inquisitive manner. "These working okay?" He reached out and tweaked one of her furry ears. "I love you. Please don't be scared of me." His voice shook and she saw with alarm that those glorious green eyes were filled with tears. He was biting his lower lip to try and hold them back.

"I'm not, Zashi, I promise. It - it was just a shock. That you said... and I've never seen one so big!" She slapped a hand over her face, groaning inwardly.

His lips twitched. "It's not the size that counts, remember."

She slid her hands around his neck, pulling him close. "I really need you."

"Yeah." He touched his nose to hers.

"I love you too, you know."

It was his turn to cry out. "Yes! I knew it!" He grabbed her and rolled joyously on the bed, laughing wildly. "Oh, yer gonna get it now, for real. Hold me, hold on tight!" He kissed her lingeringly, his hands lifting her legs. She wrapped them around him and he fussed around a bit with the condom.

"Zashi?"

"Tight," he choked. "I'll try it, but it's so damned tight." He took a deep breath and guided himself in. It took only the gentlest of thrusts for her to feel this was going to be far different than his hand. She pressed her face into his shoulder, trying not to move when she remembered his size. No, as much as she wanted him buried all the way inside, he had to do things his way. Hizashi stopped after a tentative push and kissed her lips. "Okay?"

"Yes!" She smiled at him, trying to look calmer than she felt.

"Nearly there," he murmured. "I'm about half way. Tell me if it hurts!"

"I promise," she nodded. "Just, please, I can't hold back much longer." He strained backwards, his back curving, grimacing with pleasure as he sank deeper into her body. Sweat trickled down his face from his effort and more strands of blond hair fell around his shoulders.

"Hizashi, you're amazing!" Her shriek startled him and he thrust forward quickly at the last moment, burying himself to the base and causing their stomachs to slap together.

His cry was justifiably louder.

She couldn't tell what happened after that. Their sex became what she would later call a religious experience, unbelievably delicious through every second. He kept his word and did not hurt her, but she accidentally scratched his back more than a few times as the pleasure grew to nearly intolerable levels. Every new plunge inside gave her a new, electric thrill building to the tension in her lower belly until it finally broke.

Hizashi sucked in a huge lungful of air as she came, tightening around him so firmly it brought him off as well. They writhed and kissed and groped each other blindly through mind-numbing orgasms they never would have believed could be possible.

And then it was over.

Shaking, sweaty and disoriented they lay in a tangled heap of arms and legs for a few moments. Hizashi moved first, rolling off and out of her before she started to cramp up. He swallowed audibly and passed her a water bottle. She nodded her thanks, uncapped it, and drank. Hizashi pulled the tab off an energy drink and downed the can in several gulps.

"We're gonna have to do that again?" He asked incredulously.

"Don't know." She handed the water back and he took it with a shaking hand. "I feel a lot better now, though."

"Oh, man." He absently curled an arm around her as she snuggled up to him. "We can't both call in tomorrow. Can you come help in my classes? We could back each other up."

"Mnn. Sounds good. I don't have any sub work, so I could do that for a day." She was already drifting to sleep.

He kissed her forehead. "M'kay. Wake me if you need to start round two."

"You can count on it."