Grape Ball Disaster

Hizashi/Els
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"Ah, god, I love you baby," Elly wept, shaking and crying in torment. The room smelled like him and she could nearly taste him in the air, sweet smelling but bitter hair products and a mouthful of leather. She really wanted that leather and the desire rose to a fever pitch, causing her to shriek pathetically. "I love you. I would do anything for you, anything!"

Her cries alerted Present Mic, who had just left but came back when he heard noise inside his classroom. He peeked in to see his colleague pawing wildly in the air in obvious distress as she thrashed on the floor. Her tail had knocked over chairs and desks and her mask had been torn off and discarded near his desk. Strangely, her bodysuit was stained bright purple on one side, a large wet patch.

"Ches, what the hell?!" He hurried inside, dropping his course book to hold his arms out.

"I want you to take me every time I see you walk by, every time you look at me from under those glasses you wear, ahh, god, why does it hurrrttt!"

"Hold on!" He moved to pick her up and her paling lavender eyes focused on him for a moment.

"Mic!" She choked. "Oh no, oh god - not n - now... oh, fuck." She grabbed the high collar of his costume and yanked him closer to her, bumping into his speaker in her haste. "Kiss me, you sexy thing."

"Eek!" He yelped and pinwheeled backwards, unable to pry her off as her lips crushed onto his. He held her awkwardly as her tongue thrust into his mouth with an eagerness that caused him to tremble.

"Yes," she hissed. "I knew you'd taste delicious."

"Mmfft - Cheshire, stop, think -- something's wrong!"

"Huh?" She blinked. "Oh, no. Run. Run away! I'm - get away, it's you, I need you, and why are you so inhumanly attractive?!" Her hands unzipped his jacket and hungrily squeezed his chest and lower, rubbing his abdomen. "Fuck, sexy's got a six pack. Ohhh, Mic..."

"I'm not gonna leave y - oh my god, Ches, not - not there..!" He choked, embarrassed.

"I can feel you through the leather," she panted hotly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and ears folding back as she groped him. He was hot and the leather was slick and soft, wrapped around his firm erection. Her hands began to fondle him, more gently but with an eagerness that was frightening in its intensity. "Oooh, these tight pants make such a bulge when you're hard."

"Help!" He glanced around, trying to see if there was anything around he could immobilize her without hurting her but she suddenly realized an advantage she had. "Ohhh, crap."

"You didn't run." She whisped out of sight like her namesake, her wide, toothy grin the last thing remaining. Mic spun around and finally tried to run for the door but she was too fast. He knew her fighting style and tried to protect his bared skin but it was too late. A claw snicketed out of her paw pad and nicked him ever so lightly on the cheek. "No use, love. Now we're all mad here."

The drug she used lowered willpower and made people suggestible. Present Mic already wanted her, so there was little fight to be had. His main concern before had been privacy and her consent, but as it hit his system he took her willingness to be consensual and to hell with privacy.

In short, Elly munched happily on the lump in his pants, purring as she got her wish at last.

"Take - ta - ahh, take me out at least! Babe, yer killin' me!" Hizashi's hips jerked towards her. "Unzip me, unzip ... there, cuh - careful." His penis was pulled heavily out of his pants and she immediately swallowed it.

"Mmm, yes. So yummy." She suckled tenderly on the tip, lapping the fluids off.

Mic's head rolled back and he moaned, starting to slur his words as he spoke. "Yeahhhh, suck me. W - want you, too... wanted, so much."

"I want you in me, Present Mic."

His glazed eyes widened. "Fuck! Yeah, yeah, I dig it, baby. C'mere. Let Mic slip it to ya."

"Yes!"

"Ahh, god, you're tight. So good, so damned good!"

"Ahhh, I needed this!"

The more they had of each other the more wild they became. They humped and thrust and rolled around, sweating from more than just their physical exertions. It was as if both were reverting to a beast like state, clawing and biting and howling in their pleasure.

"What the hell is going on h - oh, my god!" Nemuri had happened along and cracked the door open for exactly the reason Hizashi had. She wasn't shocked they were having sex as she had guessed they were attracted to each other. No, it was rather the setting and frantic, rough way they were going at it that was disturbing. It seemed wrong and painful. The couple ignored her except Mic bucked faster, harder, his moans frantic. All he knew is that she was his and he would fight anyone that tried to separate them.

"Go away." He snarled in warning in the other woman's direction, his quirk rattling what few desks were still upright.

Midnight saw his primal reaction and backed up, holding her hands in the air with her face turned away. "Easy, Yamada. I'm not going to take her from you." She turned slowly towards the door. "We need help here!" She screamed. Several teachers and a few upper class men rushed the door only to be treated to the spectacle of a writhing ball of leather and fur crying in agony.

Elly cried out wordlessly, her body tightening around him as she came.

"Mine!" He was next, whimpering, his brow tightly drawn. "My woman. My Ches." He growled weakly, tired now but still challenging the others in the room.

"Yamada." Mic jumped as his friend called his name. Eraserhead used his quirk to nullify them, making them easier for his capture thread to bind together. Once they were rendered fairly harmless, Recovery Girl was brought in to sedate and treat them.

Several hours later they both had headaches but were feeling clear-headed. They were mortified about their actions, apologizing profusely to each other and the staff.

"Ches, it wasn't your fault." Mic repeated this for at least the third time. "And you told me to run, remember? You tried to warn me."

"Mic - Yamada..."

He sighed and took hold of her chin, pulling her face up to meet his. "Hizashi. And I get it; I like ya, too. We can, uh, discuss that later." He kissed her cheek softly.

Aizawa cleared his throat. "What is the last thing you can recall, Cheshire?"

"Let's see..." She held Mic's gloved hand for comfort. "I had gone into the chemistry lab. There was a weird smell and I thought something was wrong. The last thing I knew was I fell over this grape..." Her eyes widened.

"Mineta?"

"You betcha," Mic rhymed automatically. "Go get 'im."

"But it doesn't work!" The boy was dragged, screaming, into the room to face several very angry teachers. "I uh, tried it okay? Nothing happened." He paused as he saw Elly's clothing splattered with purple. Turned very slowly to gape at who was standing at her side holding a protective arm about her waist.

"Every last one of your 'experiments' needs to be destroyed," Mic said firmly.

Mineta nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man's signature blond hair was drooping, most of it straggling down about his shoulders in long hanks. Several strands were stuck to his cheeks as well, and he appeared to have suffered a few scratches here and there. He was at least as much of a mess as the woman beside him... "It did work?!"

"Listen up," Aizawa snapped at him. "You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone, ever. Nor are you allowed in the chemistry room without supervision. You're just lucky..." His lips twitched, and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Behind him, Mic was bending down so Elly could stroke his hair back. She had such an expression of tender concern that the teenager had no doubt about what had happened.

"I'm - I'm sorry," he gasped.

"You're lucky it brought them together. Now get."