My Sweet

Shota/Els
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Come to my apartment
It's urgent

Elly got the text as she was heading into her office to get some work done. She frowned, confused. Eraserhead never asked her for anything so specific before. However, he was logical, so he must feel it necessary. And honestly, he was also the most straight-laced man she had ever met, so she headed right over. His apartment was on the first floor and she knocked once, then waited.

The door swung open by itself, or so it seemed. Slightly apprehensive at this oddity and the fact he hadn't shown his face yet, she blurred into invisibility before stepping quietly inside. It was so dark she couldn't see anything. She strained to adjust to the light so she could find a switch.or something. Her ears flicked as she heard a step behind her, and the door closed with an eerie snickering sound.

Elly spun about, still silent, and slowly pulled her mask up over the bottom half of her face. Her breathing was effectively stilled and the only sound in the room was someone else's hoarse breathing. She smelled an odd scent, but it was filtered through her mask and she couldn't quite get a hold on what it was.

Then twin flashes of red shone at her, low on the ground. She jumped, startled, as she suddenly flickered back into sight and the red eyes rushed towards her.

She knew who it was, of course. His first action was to pull off her mask and she could smell his unique scent - an odd blend of coffee and a musky shampoo he used. But Aizawa also smelled sweet, a powerful odor that was almost cloying in its intensity, and she wondered at that. He never wore cologne or anything. She knew scents, as her cat-like nose was sensitive, but this one stumped her. Elly moved away from him and walked forward, only to be so disoriented by these events that she bumped into a wall. She was still thinking how strange he was acting and wondering anout that smell when he placed his hands on either side of her, palms flat against the wall from behind. She jumped in shock and would have moved to face him but he was too close.

"Eraser? What the hell are you doing?"

"Getting a taste of you." His voice was low and filled with a ravenous hunger.

"What?!"

"It's no use to protest. I did research on cat anthros and mixes." Amazingly, he rubbed his groin against her, baring his teeth on her neck as he spoke. "I know exactly what to do to you to drive you crazy."

"You what?!"

"First, I bite your neck." He sank his teeth into her pale skin where the pulse throbbed. Elly let out a shriek and bucked backwards, but he growled and pushed her harder into the wall. "There, now," he soothed, licking the blood away from the ringed tooth marks. "It's not bad, is it, kitty?" He shuddered when she moaned thickly.

"Please, you don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm going to mark you and mount you. Mark's done, guess what's next?"

She let out a hoarse gasp and clawed ineffectually at the wall in front of her. Aizawa's hand gripped her wrists tighter. With his other he began to loosen his belt buckle. "You're not yourself! When whatever this is wears off, you'll be sorry!"

"This is me," he said so quietly that her ears perked, listening hard. "I've wanted you for too long."

"Eri!" Elly suddenly realized. The girl might be her last hope. "Aizawa, what if Eri finds out about this?"

"Nice try," he admitted blandly. "She's not going to be anywhere near here." She heard a slither and a clack as his pants fell to the ground.

"You sure?"

"Mmm hmm. It's the middle of the school day, so no one is at their place. That's why I texted you to come." He deftly unzipped the top of her costume and pulled it down, exposing her smooth back. "You're paler than I am, I think."

"Am not!" She twisted about, embarrassed at being so suddenly exposed. He chuckled and slowly licked all the way from her waist to the nape of her neck, his free hand holding the upper half of her suit up. When he pressed against her she could feel his hot skin on hers and knew he had undressed at least partially. Her heart began to race madly in her chest.

"Nmm." He was raining kisses on her shoulders, pausing from time to time to hotly mouth and lick a section of skin he found irresistible. His scraggly facial hair tickled and rubbed, a contrast to his slick tongue and soft lips. This did not feel like rape, but he wasn't allowing her to move and she hadn't consented. And yet, his hand was so gentle as it slid around to her front to fondle her breasts. His grip on her wrists was like a vice, even with one hand. His soft, breathy panting and exclamations of delight at her body were like a lover, however, not an assailant.

She had never been more confused.

The bite had also felt good and his warm, lean body was strong on hers. Like now, as he pressed his hot, hard length on her thigh through a thin layer of fabric. His hand teased her nipples and she found herself whimpering, reacting despite what she had thought she wanted to do. He was loving the fight out of her, and it did not feel wrong.

"Let me go, Shota," she begged, using his first name in an effort to get through to him. Elly had decided something, but he had to free her first.

"You'll try to escape."

"You need to trust me." She laid her ears back and turned her face as much as she could to try and look into his eyes. In the dim light she could only make out an outline of his pale features. "Something happened, and if you had just told me, I would have helped you."

"Helped." He snorted.

"Yes, damn it!" Elly gave her head a shake. "You're upset because you think I don't want you. But you don't need to hold me down! I want you, too!"

After what seemed an eternity, he carefully opened the hand holding hers. He even turned the lights on in the barren room and she could see. She took a long, calming breath and massaged her wrists. When they ached less she flipped over to face him, tugging her suit back on as she did. Shota was rubbing at the back of his neck, his face dark red across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He was also looking anywhere but at her, obviously uncomfortable. She frowned. The sweet smell was back, stronger than ever.

"You idiot," she sighed, beckoning. He came closer, still not looking into her eyes, and she touched his stubbled cheek, sniffing lightly. "No wonder."

"Eh?"

"You got hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. All you can think about is your - ah, sleeping with whoever you like. You know, like... ugh. Mating," she finished lamely.

Shota choked. "I thought I had lost my mind."

"No. It's pushing your repressed desires to the surface. In your case, you repress an awful lot. So it hit you harder." Elly traced the scar under his eye. "Does it hurt?" She gasped when he reached out, shaking, to throw his arms around her.

"Yes," he husked desperately. "I don't understand, it's not logical at all, but I need -"

"Then don't try to force me," she hissed in exasperation. She grasped his face in both hands. "Don't rape me. Make love to me, Shota Aizawa."

Those red-flecked, bleary eyes popped wide open, staring at her incredulously. A darker flush spread across his face and he blinked several times. "What?" He asked, stunned beyond comprehension.

"You heard me." She dared to look lower, noting his state of undress. He wore only dark grey boxer briefs. His hero costume was piled in a heap next to them along with his capture thread and goggles. Aizawa was solidly built, his muscles rippling as he moved. He had a light dusting of dark hair that ran from just above his navel and beyond, as well as a sprinkling across his chest. She noted the briefs were stretched rather tight across the front and raised an eyebrow. "I'm really curious now. How long has it been?"

"Too long." He thrust his hands up her shirt and began exploring again. Elly threw her head back, breathing hard but still listening. "Too busy. Too tired. Or never. Whatever."

"You can't mean that you've never..?"

He shrugged. "Eh. It's impractical. I can take care of myself and be done with it."

"Never?" Elly thought back on the past few days and recalled Midnight laughing and asking who would want him. She hadn't thought about it, really, since just about everyone knew Ms. Joke was always going on about him. Why try so hard if you weren't interested? And she personally thought he was attractive, so there must be others.

Shota gave her an exasperated look. "Look, you asked if I hurt. Are you going to help me or not?" He leaned close and panted hotly into her mouth. "I need you, you want me."

"All right. Under the fur here in my suit is a concealed pouch..." Elly scooped the bag up and dug around for a bit. "Ah." She held up a single condom packet. "You never know," she shrugged. "Especially as a woman."

"Quickly," he breathed, all but snatching it out of her hands. "I'll put it on. Get on the couch, it's closer..."

She nodded and stripped easily, her hero costume falling to the floor beside his. She spared a glance as she sat down at the heaps of cloth mixed together, smiling at the sight.

Aizawa was ready. The condom was as black as the wrapper had been, and it was a striking contrast to his pale, though slightly flushed skin. He knelt on top of her, and this time she could feel his trembling.

"I am ashamed to admit I'm not sure exactly how to accomplish this."

"You're calmer, though. That's good." She touched his member with a fingertip. "Here, let me guide you."

"I know where, Ches, I just - ohhh."

"Yes. Shota."

He pressed forward, then gasped. "Hot - you're so hot inside," he repeated, faltering a little as he learned to thrust without pulling all the way back and risk rubbing the condom off.

"My god," she choked. "Shota!"

"Eh?"

"What are you doing?!"

"No idea. Is it okay? Feels right." He moved forward again, dipping in slightly and sliding the rest of the way until he was fully immersed in her warmth.

"So good! How - what ..." She started to shake and wrapped her legs around his middle, squeezing tight. "Don't stop, please!"

"Yes." He doubled his pace, staring intently into her eyes. Aizawa was fascinated by her expressions, the way she strained and writhed and gasped. His own pleasure was more than he could have imagined; he never thought anything - or anyone, really -- would be worth this effort. And yet he was strong and his body had no problem keeping a good rhythm once he'd found it. His muscles flexed as he moved above her, straining but pleasant, sweating and loving every single second of the experience.

And then something happened.

Elly whimpered, digging her nails in his scarred back. The sparks of pain combined with his pleasure and he cried out, shocked at the intensity of his sudden, white-hot orgasm. When he could focus again he sighed with relief.

"It's gone," he murmured. "Doesn't ache anymore."

"Great," she commented dryly. "Now hold the end when you pull out. Otherwise, it'll spill." He grunted affirmation, carefully backing off and then grimacing at the pull of the latex. He carefully tossed the filled latex tube in a trashcan and then surprisingly returned to her.

"You haven't been satisfied," he murmured against her neck. "Tell me what you need for me to fix that."

"Well, I guess you could use your hand."

"Yes?" He immediately ran a finger down her side. His hand pet the curled, damp hair carefully apart. He frowned, thinking back to his school days and health initiatives. "Right. Hold on." The single thrust of his finger, splitting her apart with his thumb rubbing on her plump sex was enough to cause a much greater reaction in her than before. She stifled her wild cries with the crook of her arm as he continued, regarding her with a lazy, smug smile. "Better?"

"Cheater," she purred, her pleasure steadily mounting. "You know how to do this."

"Maybe." He kissed her lingeringly, speeding his movements up as she started to cry out. "But you were my first where it counted."

When they returned to school there was an announcement: the chemistry department had accidentally released some student's project into one of the classrooms. Aizawa and Elly walked directly into the staff members waiting for him. They stared first at the haggard-looking Eraserhead, with his hair messier than usual and clothing rumpled. That could be explained, but his arm around the Insanity Hero and her suit as wrinkled as his was more than coincidental.

The pair blinked awkwardly at their colleagues, faces equally red with embarrassment.

"Good news, Sho," she said lightly with a sheepish grin. "I think I know what caused your reaction this afternoon!"

Aizawa groaned loudly and hid his face in the ruffled fur of her chest.