Shota / Els
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Her phone buzzed where it sat next to her on the table. She picked it up and her ears snapped upright.
Need emergency assistance at apartment.
Aizawa?
She quickly went next door, pulling out the duplicate key he had given her. They'd exchanged them when they realized they were neighbors, but she never thought she would actually use it. She unlocked the door and walked inside his spartan, neat little world. It was eerily quiet, and she was on guard at once, phasing into invisibility just in case it was a villainous trap.
"I'm in here, Cheshire." Aizawa sounded pissed and she figured it still could be a trap. When she opened his bedroom door, however, she whisked immediately visible in her shock. His body was laid haphazardly on the bed, arms draped over his head while his legs dangled over the edge. He was also quite naked, except for a leather and metal chastity belt that covered his groin. Elly's tail frizzed out in shock and she mewed - she couldn't help it. Aizawa was lean, long, and heavily muscled on his arms and calves. The scruffy hair on his face showed up elsewhere on his body, from a fuzzy patch right in the center of his chest to a thin strip that ran down his lower belly. His arms and legs were slightly hairy as well. She gasped, aware that she had been staring, but Aizawa was more relieved that she had shown up to notice.
"It had to be you," he sighed, his face drawn. "You're right next door."
"Yeah... well, what happened? What do you need?" She tried to stay as blunt as possible.
"I got into a fight on patrol with a villain who has some kind of muscle relaxant quirk. I was undressing when it hit, so I dropped the key I had in my hand."
"Not useful if it takes that long, the quirk," she noted, glancing around. She picked a blanket up off the floor and gently covered him with it, averting her eyes. "I don't see a key. It must have rolled someplace. Are you hurt?"
"Only my ego." He shrugged. "But I really need to unlock my..." he paused, and she watched, fascinated, as he tried to word things appropriately. "My belt. It's getting uncomfortable."
She nodded. "You have a spare, right? Where is it?"
"Nightstand."
"Okay." She walked over and opened the little drawer. "Do you - will you want help unlocking it, as well? I mean, you can't move, right?"
He glared at the back of her neck. "Obviously."
"Just clarifying. How did you text me, anyway? You can't move."
"I have a voice command set for emergencies. Just hurry up."
"I'm looking, Eraser. It's a small key, and this drawer has a million compartments in it."
"It's called organization."
"This isn't neat, this is a complex mess!"
"Do it faster, please," he groaned dismally. "I don't need any witty banter on your fucking half."
Elly had to bite back her laughter. "You're sure your spare was in the nightstand?"
"Yes."
She dug around some more. "Can I ask why you're wearing that? I mean, normally I'd say it's none of my business, but since it's sort of become my business..."
"It's for protection," he mumbled, a dark flush spreading across his features.
"Against what?"
"I have prepared several contingencies against different types of attack," he told her tiredly. "One of them is rape."
She cringed slightly. "Oh. And those aphrodisiac quirks, I suppose."
He nodded. "I did not, however, foresee both my arms and legs being out of commission at the same time." Another groan. "Damn that idiot."
Elly approached him cautiously with the key held in one hand. "I um, found it." She took a breath and pulled back the blanket covering him.
"Thank god." Aizawa blinked in alarm, however, since yet another problem arising at the moment. And that was precisely what the problem was about - him rising. She would touch him, get close enough to smell him as she unlocked the harness. Not only that, she would see him completely naked. His body reacted on its own, his member stiffening and causing him even more discomfort. He choked, panicked, and tried to think as quickly as possible of any reason or way to get out of the situation.
Too late.
"Eraser?"
"Eh..."
"Did you get hit with an aphrodisiac quirk?"
"No." He stared defiantly straight into her eyes.
"Then why..?"
"If you must know, I find you highly attractive." The flush on his face had spread to his neck. He squirmed on the bed, obviously trying to move and managing only a weak flop.
"I thought the relaxant would apply to here, too."
"Apparently not. Or it's wearing off..." Stunned, Aizawa could only watch as she reached out and caressed his flushed lower belly, ruffling the trail of hair that led to the belt. "H - hey!"
Elly looked up. "Oh, it's fine, Eraserhead. I'm never going to get a chance like this again, you know. I think we could stand to have some fun."
His jaw dropped. "Fun? We just discussed this, Cheshire. I wear the belt to prevent rape, not encourage it." He frowned at the sadness in her eyes. Why would she become emotional over this? Unless... yes. The simplest answer was usually the correct one. She had turned away, so he coughed to get her attention. "If you want to engage in sexual activities with me, you should have said so."
"Didn't I?"
"I suppose you did." His brow furrowed further. "What I desire is not a one-night stand, however. If you want me, you're going to have to get involved."
"Really?" Elly came closer and sat at the edge of the bed. "You're saying you want a relationship, is that right?"
"You're probably going to tease the shit out of me while I lay here, helpless, or I gain mobility again. That depends on me fucking you like you've never been fucked before or you riding me until we're both satisfied. Do you think I would let you do that if I didn't trust you, and want more from you than sex?"
Her ears lay crazily on either sides of her head, eyes wide and heart racing. "Aizawa!" She gasped.
"You'd better call me Shota if you want my cock," he snorted.
"You - you..."
"Come here and help me," he grated, his eyes blaring red as his hair swayed up in that strange way it did when he used his quirk. Elly smiled, relaxing again as she understood. It was the only way he could assert dominance. That's why he was being so forceful and even stooping so low as to use his quirk - she didn't get to see it often, so logically it was arousing -- he knew exactly what he was doing.
"You're trying to wind me up," she purred softly. "Good job, Shota."
He grunted sourly, the lights in his eyes fading. "Not so, if it didn't work."
"What makes you think it didn't?" She stroked his face, carefully tracing the ragged scar under his eye. He moved his head as much as he was able, and she met him in a kiss.
"Your body is gorgeous," she murmured approvingly. "I always knew it would be, but seeing it now..." She moaned, mouthing one of his biceps hungrily.
Aizawa quivered on the bed. He wasn't sure how to deal with such praise. He always shrugged it off in the workplace, but in the warm and friendly bed they were sharing it was much different. "My elbow..."
"Is it painful?" She stayed a safe distance away but had been cooing over the roughened skin in such a way that he started to sweat.
"No, it's sensitive, not painful. It rejected several grafts, and... ahhh!" Her slick tongue lapped at the hard skin, causing his abdomen to flinch violently at the sensation.
"Wow." She kissed it softly, once, then turned her attention elsewhere. Her hands - he could barely stand how gently they petted and tickled, tracing old and new scars alike and ruffling any hair in her path. Her mouth seemed to yearn for his flesh and although she greedily sucked and licked, it was the kissing that was going to be his undoing.
So many kisses.
If he hadn't understood how she felt about him, he did now. There was no way she would be showering his body with such loving attention unless she really wanted him. The sheer amount of time she was spending catering to his pleasure caused not only excitement but a grudging shyness in him, and he found himself trying to bury his flaming face in the sheets. When she finally reached his navel he drew in a huge, choking rush of air in expectation. She lightly rubbed as much of him that she could reach, then moved lower, under the belt, to stroke his inner thighs.
Aizawa was making strangled noises. She raised her head, ears perking intently. "Something wrong, Shota?"
He stared incredulously at her. "You're not going to release me yet, are you."
"Nope." Her hands brushed the hair on his legs and moved lower to his ankles, then feet.
"When," he gasped, clenching his teeth as she slipped a finger along the arch of one of his feet.
"I think... when you really want it."
"I want it," he grated harshly.
"Really?" She picked up the foot and licked one of his toes, then softly sucked each in turn, planting little kisses on them.
"Ngh!" He flung his head back, beads of sweat flying. "Shit, woman, what are you trying to do to me?!"
"Are you hurting?" She sounded concerned. "You look extremely stuffed into that thing."
His mouth thinned. "Not that kind of hurt," he mumbled.
"Shota?"
"It's not a bad hurt, okay? I ... I like it." His breathing roughened, face burning in embarrassment.
Elly placed his foot back down and sat up on her haunches, tail lashing madly behind her. "No fair," she whispered.
"What?"
"No fair being so damned adorable. I can't hold back when you look like that." She crawled over until she was hovering above him, her face lined up with his.
"Does this mean I get a kiss?" He wrapped an arm around her lower back to hold her tight as their mouths met and held.
"Mmmnnn... Shota, your arm."
"Want me to move it?" He blinked, then grinned wickedly. "Ah, ha. I can move it."
"Uh oh." She squirmed, but he tried his other and found it was unfrozen as well. Those powerful arms holding her tight took her breath away.
"You're damn right, 'uh oh'," he growled menacingly. His legs were next. They twined around hers so she was completely immobile. "You're going to get it now, you tease."
"I still have the key!" She giggled wildly as he licked her neck. "That tickles, Sho, quit it."
"I have the upper hand now." He looked straight into her eyes and winked once, slowly. "Deal with it." He pushed her up, her shirt along with her so he could reach her skin underneath.
"Oh my god, oh my god - not there! You're wicked, Aizawa Shota, wicked."
"Nmm," came his muffled reply around a mouthful of breast. He had covered her chest in love bites, not sparing the nipples as he sucked and bit. It was her turn to feel cramped with need, her body so swollen her pants felt far too tight. "You going to behave?"
"Will you?"
"Fair enough." He unwrapped his body from hers and winced as the belt chafed him.
"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. Here." Elly fit the key into the lock. It snapped open and the belt popped off almost immediately, his member springing free.
"Hah," he whispered. "You... now." He pointed at his erection, massive in his desire and dripping with fluid at the tip.
"Shota!"
"I mean it. I can't wait and I'm not going to come anywhere other than inside your body!"
"Uh, condoms?"
"End table," he grunted shortly. Elly smacked the side of her face. She had seen some while getting the key. She rushed over and replaced the key while taking up one of the small packets.
"Catch."
"Thanks." He grabbed it neatly out of midair and proceeded to sheathe himself while she stripped. She was so excited she made short work of her simple outfit and was soon rolling onto the bed beside him. Aizawa wasted no time and roughly dragged her under him, pressing his body on hers as he kissed her repeatedly. His hands delved between her thighs and she screamed when she felt what this man could do.
"Oh my god, Sho - take me!"
He chuckled. "My, how the tables have turned." His fingers thrust, enough but just not enough as he made sure she was ready for him. "You want it? Me?"
"Yes yes yes! Give it to me!"
"Gladly," he sighed. His hand was gone but something much hotter and thicker was nudging at her entrance. He paused, set himself, and with a wide-eyed stare that seemed to burn in her very soul, he thrust. He buried himself hard and very deep all at once, relishing her cat-like cry of pleasure. When he moved he filled her with fire, each pump of his hips brushing not only her plump sex but also that delicious, fabled spot buried inside her. She had never thought that was real until now. It was good, so good. Everything was Aizawa, his smell, touch and taste as he moved above her, drawing them both closer and closer to release. His kisses were softer now, and he panted and moaned into her mouth as she caressed his back. Elly felt his abdomen muscles flutter as he held a particularly deep thrust and he set his forehead on hers. She blushed. He was staring at her again, his gray eyes filled with emotion she never believed she would see. His hair swayed upright, but his eyes were not red. She wondered briefly about this, but forgot the second he spoke.
"You did this," he said firmly. "You made me fall in love you."
That did it; she was lost, lost and damn near floating in a cloud of hazy, sweet pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered, and she opened them to see his eyes glazed over as he shuddered through his orgasm as well. They lay sweaty together for a minute or so.
"I made you, huh," she murmured affectionately.
Aizawa grunted. He was trying to hold the end of the condom so he could pull out safely. "You gonna make me repeat that?"
"Nope." She winced at the feeling of loss when he slid away. "I love you, too."
He knotted the end and tossed it into a wastebasket. It clanged heavily on the side of the metal can. "Good. Then stay." He reached out and drew her close, flopping onto a comfortable spot on the bed. "I'm going to nap. I want you here when I wake up."
"Agreed," she smiled warmly.
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