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Hizashi Yamada was, in most respects, a simple man. He liked American culture, music, and sweet things like desserts and candies. He pretty damned good at his jobs and he very, very much enjoyed pleasing his girlfriend. In fact he had what he now considered a bit of a fetish. Never before had he wanted to do something so much that turned him on so badly. He could hardly keep his hands off her when she teased him about it earlier that day.
He bit her neck lightly, grinning as she squirmed in the food line at the cafeteria.
"Mikey, dear, if you're that hungry you don't have to bite." She leaned close to whisper in his ear as they stepped off with full trays. "You can have dessert at home later if you're a good boy."
It was later, and he was nearly drooling in anticipation as he sat waiting for her. He wore a simple pair of purple sweatpants and that was it. Elly had relaxed in the tub for a quarter of an hour and came into the bedroom with a single towel about her waist only. She smiled at him and lay on the bed, unwrapping the towel to stay beneath her.
"Well?"
"I've been very good today," he whispered, his eyes not leaving the junction of her legs as she lay with them crossed demurely.
"I heard." Her striped tail swished on the floor where it lay half off the bed. "If you want your treat, you'd better give me kisses first."
"Ah, baby, always." He bounced happily onto the bed and almost literally attacked her face as she squealed with laughter. He nuzzled her cheek, rubbing the points of his mustache on her and kissing her mouth, cheek, and eyelids. He did this until she started to pant under him, writhing and moving her legs restlessly. "You're fussy, love," he teased, licking her lips and darting his tongue inside.
"You're a good kisser, what can I say?"
"That's 'cause I love you." He toned his quirk carefully low, humming against her lips.
"Oh god, Zashi."
"You ready?"
"Am I ever?"
He chuckled wickedly, giving her that uncanny stare he had. "Nah, babe. But that makes it more fun." He carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. She crawled down until her bottom was resting on the edge of the bed and he knelt on a solid pillow on the floor between her legs.
"Open up, sweetie, open for Zashi," he cooed softly. Elly blushed but obeyed, spreading her legs. "Ahhh, lovely. Like a beautiful flower."
She didn't contradict him. She had tried to earlier on in their relationship and he had protested vociferously, stating - among other things -- that every part of her was wonderful and he would never see her any other way. He nudged her legs and she raised them so he could lift them onto his shoulders. They had found through practice that this was the most comfortable way for both of them to spend a long time in this position. He checked his pillow and nodded.
"Remember our safe words."
"Yep."
"Good." He grinned crookedly at her.
She closed her eyes, trembling, and waited for his first touch. Tonight he started slow, a thin line along her thigh with just the tip of his tongue. He couldn't hold back, however, and was soon lapping each individual fold of her sex, testing the different textures. "You're delicious," he breathed. "And so juicy. Did I make you really horny tonight? Was it my kisses?" He kissed her sweetly down there in accompaniment and she cried out.
"Yellow."
Hizashi stopped immediately. Glancing up where he felt movement, he saw her rubbing as far down her leg she could reach. "Cramp?"
She nodded, grimacing. "Yeah, I strained too hard on the practice field today. Heh."
He lifted her leg down and rubbed, his own hands able to provide a much firmer massage. After a minute or so she let out a relieved sigh. "Better now?"
"Much."
"Good. You want me to go on the same or change positions..?"
"I'll be okay now, I think." She raised her leg once more and he lifted it, eyebrow raised. Elly smiled. "Ready again."
"It was the kisses, wasn't it, though?" He grinned and nuzzled his tongue deep inside her. "Hmm..."
"Oh god Zashi, not so soon!"
"Mmmm." The thrumming of his vocal cords was a special talent, courtesy of his quirk, that he had discovered quite by accident. He had lost himself, pleased, and let loose a hum during sex a few weeks ago that had completely destroyed her. Later she had told him the vibrations were thrilling when he had his lips pressed onto hers. Hizashi had a revelation - he was the perfect vibrator. He had never heard her scream so loudly as when he worked her up and then used his voice talent to finish her off. The pleasure was an intense throbbing jolt that always made her finish quickly. He wanted to make sure her leg didn't pull again, so better to use everything he had now.
"Hizashi! Oh, Zashi!"
He licked his lips, pleased. "Gonna come, baby? Can't wait. You taste different when you do." He hummed again, directing the vibration just under her throbbing desire. She gasped loudly, finally reaching the point where she couldn't form words. He swiped the full length of her sex with his tongue, ending by setting his lips around her clit. He breathed in, then out in a low, soft, continuous buzz, a little rougher than the soft humming.
Her screams were quite gratifying.
He stopped the moment he tasted the tang of her orgasm and brought her through with kisses, letting her sob and buck into him as much as she wanted. When she flopped crazily back onto the bed he gently and thoroughly cleaned her, his licking very slow and even so as not to irritate her too-sensitive skin.
Elly lay with her arm draped over her face, breathing heavily. "You're too good, damn it," she gasped. "You deserve whatever you want in return."
He smiled at her from the foot of the bed and stood, knees popping lightly. "Just rest for a few. When I get back from the bathroom we can talk about exactly 'whatever I want' might be."
"Oh, dear."
His laughter ghosted back at her from down the hall.
He bit her neck lightly, grinning as she squirmed in the food line at the cafeteria.
"Mikey, dear, if you're that hungry you don't have to bite." She leaned close to whisper in his ear as they stepped off with full trays. "You can have dessert at home later if you're a good boy."
It was later, and he was nearly drooling in anticipation as he sat waiting for her. He wore a simple pair of purple sweatpants and that was it. Elly had relaxed in the tub for a quarter of an hour and came into the bedroom with a single towel about her waist only. She smiled at him and lay on the bed, unwrapping the towel to stay beneath her.
"Well?"
"I've been very good today," he whispered, his eyes not leaving the junction of her legs as she lay with them crossed demurely.
"I heard." Her striped tail swished on the floor where it lay half off the bed. "If you want your treat, you'd better give me kisses first."
"Ah, baby, always." He bounced happily onto the bed and almost literally attacked her face as she squealed with laughter. He nuzzled her cheek, rubbing the points of his mustache on her and kissing her mouth, cheek, and eyelids. He did this until she started to pant under him, writhing and moving her legs restlessly. "You're fussy, love," he teased, licking her lips and darting his tongue inside.
"You're a good kisser, what can I say?"
"That's 'cause I love you." He toned his quirk carefully low, humming against her lips.
"Oh god, Zashi."
"You ready?"
"Am I ever?"
He chuckled wickedly, giving her that uncanny stare he had. "Nah, babe. But that makes it more fun." He carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand. She crawled down until her bottom was resting on the edge of the bed and he knelt on a solid pillow on the floor between her legs.
"Open up, sweetie, open for Zashi," he cooed softly. Elly blushed but obeyed, spreading her legs. "Ahhh, lovely. Like a beautiful flower."
She didn't contradict him. She had tried to earlier on in their relationship and he had protested vociferously, stating - among other things -- that every part of her was wonderful and he would never see her any other way. He nudged her legs and she raised them so he could lift them onto his shoulders. They had found through practice that this was the most comfortable way for both of them to spend a long time in this position. He checked his pillow and nodded.
"Remember our safe words."
"Yep."
"Good." He grinned crookedly at her.
She closed her eyes, trembling, and waited for his first touch. Tonight he started slow, a thin line along her thigh with just the tip of his tongue. He couldn't hold back, however, and was soon lapping each individual fold of her sex, testing the different textures. "You're delicious," he breathed. "And so juicy. Did I make you really horny tonight? Was it my kisses?" He kissed her sweetly down there in accompaniment and she cried out.
"Yellow."
Hizashi stopped immediately. Glancing up where he felt movement, he saw her rubbing as far down her leg she could reach. "Cramp?"
She nodded, grimacing. "Yeah, I strained too hard on the practice field today. Heh."
He lifted her leg down and rubbed, his own hands able to provide a much firmer massage. After a minute or so she let out a relieved sigh. "Better now?"
"Much."
"Good. You want me to go on the same or change positions..?"
"I'll be okay now, I think." She raised her leg once more and he lifted it, eyebrow raised. Elly smiled. "Ready again."
"It was the kisses, wasn't it, though?" He grinned and nuzzled his tongue deep inside her. "Hmm..."
"Oh god Zashi, not so soon!"
"Mmmm." The thrumming of his vocal cords was a special talent, courtesy of his quirk, that he had discovered quite by accident. He had lost himself, pleased, and let loose a hum during sex a few weeks ago that had completely destroyed her. Later she had told him the vibrations were thrilling when he had his lips pressed onto hers. Hizashi had a revelation - he was the perfect vibrator. He had never heard her scream so loudly as when he worked her up and then used his voice talent to finish her off. The pleasure was an intense throbbing jolt that always made her finish quickly. He wanted to make sure her leg didn't pull again, so better to use everything he had now.
"Hizashi! Oh, Zashi!"
He licked his lips, pleased. "Gonna come, baby? Can't wait. You taste different when you do." He hummed again, directing the vibration just under her throbbing desire. She gasped loudly, finally reaching the point where she couldn't form words. He swiped the full length of her sex with his tongue, ending by setting his lips around her clit. He breathed in, then out in a low, soft, continuous buzz, a little rougher than the soft humming.
Her screams were quite gratifying.
He stopped the moment he tasted the tang of her orgasm and brought her through with kisses, letting her sob and buck into him as much as she wanted. When she flopped crazily back onto the bed he gently and thoroughly cleaned her, his licking very slow and even so as not to irritate her too-sensitive skin.
Elly lay with her arm draped over her face, breathing heavily. "You're too good, damn it," she gasped. "You deserve whatever you want in return."
He smiled at her from the foot of the bed and stood, knees popping lightly. "Just rest for a few. When I get back from the bathroom we can talk about exactly 'whatever I want' might be."
"Oh, dear."
His laughter ghosted back at her from down the hall.
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