Pheromones (Shota)

Els x Shota

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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 Eraserhead was nearby on patrol. 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 Aizawa suddenly showed up, launching himself easily over a line of parked cars. His hair flowed wildly about as it did when he used his power. "Even better! This should be extra fun."

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

As Aizawa 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?"

"Nothing terrible," she drawled. "Some people even pay for it, you know."

"Damn it." He dropped her roughly on the pavement and went to check on Elly. She had slumped down with her back against the metal pole.

"Eraser," 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.

"Fuck," he said loudly.

"Funny you should mention that!" The tied-up woman on the ground howled with laughter. Now he knew who she was, and he was not at all happy about it.

"Quick, Ches. Can you stand?" He heard police sirens and knew they wouldn't be alone in a few minutes. People never wanted it documented if they were unlucky enough to get hit with this type of quirk, and he was certain she would feel the same. Elly struggled halfway to her feet, sighing, and he saw the police lights closing in on them. They didn't have time. "I'll carry you." He grasped her around the middle with one arm. "Hold on," he warned as his capture thread whipped out, snagging a solid structure in the distance he could use to draw them quickly away.

Elly came to as he was landing in a small park. "Hurts," she moaned. He set her down, pressing a warm hand on her neck.

"I know, I'm sorry." He looked around and saw they were alone in a dark corner of the hedgerow. "Here, it's going to be okay." His hand did not move from where it rested on her throat, rubbing gently on her crazily thumping pulse.

"What happened?"

He took a deep breath. "You got hit with an aphrodisiac quirk."

"Oh... shit." He saw her eyes widen in terror.

"I made sure no one knew," he assured her quickly. "Except the villain, and no one listens to the petty thief type." Aizawa made sure he retained eye contact and spoke very clearly. "If you want to go to the hospital, tell me now."

Elly winced, then shuddered as cramps of desire wracked through her lower body. "No hospital," she squeaked.

"Is there anyone who can help you with this? Anywhere I can take you?"

He watched as a tear slowly crept out of the corner of her eye and spilled down her cheek. "No." God, it hurt to admit that, especially to the dark-haired man supporting her now. She'd never kept a lover for long, and had given up years ago on finding anyone new. That had been before she came to Japan, where she had met Aizawa. She knew she had a crush from the moment she laid eyes on him, and the more she got to know him the more scared she grew. This was not a crush, nor was it infatuation. She had fallen in love, and with a man that didn't act interested in much of anything, let alone relationships.

And now this.

Elly groaned, her head rolling back as he continued to rub her neck. She didn't know if this was just his way of comforting her, but it felt far too good. Her feline side wanted to pull him towards it and beg him to bite. It would be ecstasy to feel his mouth on her flesh, teeth sinking into her pale skin and leaving a mark everyone would see.

Aizawa knew what he was doing. He was a huge cat lover and part of this had led him to the study of anthros and human mixes. The neck touch was to keep her distracted while he asked her a couple of quick questions. "Focus, Ches."

"Mnnn."

"Do you want me to help you?"

She frowned, leaning into his touch more. "Yes. Are you doing this out of pity, duty, or desire?"

His mouth dropped open. Was this what it was like when he cut right to the point? He squinted at her, then sighed. The truth, then. "Desire. I want you. And want to help."

"Good." She fainted briefly, head dropping to his shoulder. When she came to moments later he was murmuring her name, his hand deep inside her costume.

"Back?"

"Ah...!"

"Yes. Hold on, I need you to orgasm once so we can make it back to my place." She choked as his fingers stroked, finding and sinking into her body. "If not, you'll be in too much pain."

"Eraser!"

"Shh. We're in the park, remember." He lifted her up, rocking her on his hand to mimic what his body desperately wanted to do. "And start calling me 'Shota', whenever you like," he suggested. "I find it preferable to hear my first name called out when I make love."

"L - love?" Her eyes filled with tears. His steadily thrusting hand was burning away the pain in her belly but a new, white-hot feeling was replacing it. She cried out and gripped him tightly, bucking against him and breathing hard. This feeling - it was more than anything she had felt before. It was electric, sizzling through her lower belly with such intensity she would have been afraid had she not yearned for more. He saw she was too far gone to muffle her cries and kissed her, silencing her effectively as she came, quivering, around his hand.

"I was hoping you would accept my advances someday," he murmured as he wiped his hand on his jumpsuit leg. "I'm sorry I waited, but everything will be okay. I'll ..." he paused, grimaced at how trite it sounded in his head but continued anyway. "I'll take care of you."

She rested her head on his shoulder when her picked her up again. "Hurry, Sho," she slurred softly. "I need - I'm too hot..."

Aizawa shivered. He could feel the heat radiating through her jumpsuit and knew she would be glad, for many reasons, to be rid of it as soon as possible. He said nothing but ran as fast as he could to the campus. He paused at his door to dig inside the pockets on his suit for his key. One hand lay on the cat woman's back, holding her securely as she lay panting across his shoulders.

Unfortunately they were spotted before he could get inside his apartment. Midnight was walking along the corridor outside and she stopped short when she saw the scene before her. He swore softly, then unlocked the door and slipped inside. There was no time for explanations. Despite his rush to get back Elly was sobbing, writhing so hard he almost dropped her before he reached his bed.

"Shh, Ches, come on. Roll over." He unzipped her suit and peeled it down part way, 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.

"Sho-o-o-t-a-a..." Her weakened voice tugged at his heart. Anthros always had heightened senses about their tails, so this must be unbelievably sensitive. "Ahhh! Not my tail, Eraser! Shota, please!"

"It's okay," he murmured, smoothing her fur and working fast. He knew what to say to ease her embarrassment. "You're okay. I'm going to be your mate, you can let me touch it."

"M - mate?" Her ears skewed on her head, each in opposite directions.

"There." The suit could come off, and it did with one final tug. "Feel better?"

"Too hot, hurts..." She could barely speak but was getting enough across. From what Aizawa knew about scent-based aphrodisiac quirks he understood the first hour was the worst. As it purged out of the body the subject's sensitivity wore back down to normal levels. Right now, though, from how she was acting it seemed her very skin was on fire. He did the only thing he could think of and used his mouth to soothe the burn. He covered her with quick, sweeping movements of his tongue, his hands pulling her costume off as quickly as possible. His licks turned to kisses and they moved with his hands wherever he saw skin. As he unhooked her bra he devoured her extra tender nipples, grinning around his mouthful of flesh as she let out a loud wail. Elly choked when she heard the extraordinary sounds she was making. Face flaming, she stuffed her head into a pillow so as to muffle her cries.

Aizawa did not stop; he pulled her panties down with careful fingers and trailed his mouth downward, licking her navel and dipping inside. He paused only a moment to gather his thoughts before pressing forward in a deep, gentle kiss - the sweetest, most pleasurable kiss of all. She screamed when she felt what he was doing, overwhelmed by the physical pleasure and an almost overpowering emotional onslaught. No man had ever done this for her. No one had wanted to; they had all acted disgusted at the mere thought. Yet Aizawa was not only performing this exquisite act of oral sex upon her, he was actually prolonging her pleasure. He kept going, his scruff rubbing on her thighs, but although there would be a little blush there later it didn't hurt. All she could feel was his lips and tongue teasing wave after wave of delight out of her. She wasn't sure if she had multiple orgasms or if she was fainting and coming to again and again, and she realized as he finally pulled back that it didn't matter. He was doing what he said and taking care of her just fine.

He kissed her knee. "I'm going to wash my face and strip. You going to be okay for a couple minutes?"

She nodded. "Think so."

"I'll hurry back." His gray eyes had a hunger in them that started her heart beating fast all over again. She tried to still her breathing as she heard him brushing his teeth and washing up. The clack of a belt being undone set her off, however. She still hadn't had sex, and that act was the one the pheromones demanded. He had taken a lot of the edge off, but she would ache terribly until fully satisfied.

"Shota?" Her voice had a raw, edgy sound to it. "I need you."

"I know." He was a dark shadow in the doorway. She looked and gasped with excitement. His nude silhouette was perfect: a lean muscled body, with long legs and powerful arms. His erection curved upwards towards his flat stomach in his arousal. He stood with the light from the hall shining behind him for one breathtaking, heart-stopping moment before he joined her on the rumpled bed. Elly wanted to touch him everywhere and kiss him, to see him, know him in a way a true lover would. She also knew she could not wait that long. Aizawa stilled her with a kiss before asking a few final important questions.

"Are you on birth control? Clean?" He had pulled his messy black hair into an equally messy ponytail, and she loved it. As he spoke she stared at it, entranced.

"Yes. Yes."

"Me too. Are you okay with me..." He leaned forward and husked into her furry ear. "Coming inside of you?"

"Yes!" The thought drove her wild. It was exactly what she needed, what she craved, as if his fluid inside her would be the dose of medicine to make the pain all go away. "Yes, Shota, yes, please!"

"Hey," he protested faintly when she flung her arms around his neck. "It's okay. I'll make it as good as I can, but, uh." He coughed. "Please try not to urge me on. You - you're so delightful. I'm too worked up." Speechless, she clung to him as he moved with her. She parted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he guided himself forward. His brow creased in concentration and he started to sweat harder. It was difficult for her not to beg and buck wildly towards the nuzzling below. He set himself, then sighed.

This was going to be interesting.

Elly was unsure if the quirk was going to continue affecting her; after all, she had come several times already. She craved the sex but didn't quite understand until he thrust, burying himself inside her as deep as he could.

The movement seemed to cause a significant amount of both pleasure and pain for her. She squeezed her eyes shut while digging her nails into his back.

"It will get better," he told her hoarsely, panting as he slipped back, then slowly forward. She nodded, whimpering, as he repeated these careful strokes. And eventually, it did. The intensity diminished until the normal electric tension came back. She moaned and tossed her head to one side.

"S'better," she sighed.

"Good." Aizawa's reply was terse. When she looked curiously up she saw he was in full quirk mode, his eyes glowing red and his hair swaying as much as it could held up in the ponytail.

"Oh god, you're so sexy!" It choked out of her before she could stop it and his startled face pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm this time was so fierce she saw spots in front of her eyes. She screamed his hero name, his name and the shortened version she had only just begun calling him over and over, shaking as she came. She was unaware that he had begun to cry, tears rolling down his cheeks as his own release caused an emotional reaction so primal he couldn't hold them back. He brought her through it, winding down until they both collapsed in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs.

"Ches," he grunted wearily. "Better?"

"Yes. So much better."

"Good." He yawned, reaching out and cuddling her to him. "We're going to need to shower."

"Too tired," she purred into his chest. "Wanna sleep, Sho."

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. "You're going to regret that in the morning. We'll both be stuck to the sheets."

"S'okay. We can shower then."

"Mm hmm." He nestled his chin into the hair on top of her head and was asleep moments later with a happily purring woman snuggled close to him.