The Instagram Dilemna

Elly's breath caught in her throat as she scrolled through her Instagram feed. "Ohhh," she gasped weakly, her purple eyes widening. "Oh, <i>my</i>."

The latest photo was from Hizashi. He had begun to post more serious photos on his personal account, presumably to alter his goofball image and maybe fish for dates. This one was him at the gym after a workout.

He was shirtless.

He was lean, with a nicely-defined abdomen covered by a dusting of blond hair that trailed down into his shorts. 

She set the phone quickly aside, breathing erratically and red-faced. She was so confused by her reaction to the image that she didn't hear her boyfriend come in and sit next to her on the sofa.

"Shit, Ches, you're sweating." He glanced at her phone and raised his eyebrows. "That's Zashi's current photograph of him at the gym, huh."

"Y - yeah." She cleared her throat nervously. 

Aizawa's mouth twitched with the hint of a smile. "It turned you on."

"What?!"

"You're blushing, your ears are laid on end and your tail is lifted." He stroked the tips in one hand and she growled lowly. "You're horny as hell."

"I - I'm..." She knew she couldn't  - and wouldn't  -- lie to him. But how ton earth could she phrase what she was feeling right now?

"I find it interesting. Are you attracted to him?"

"I really don't think we need to discuss this further," she said, rubbing her neck in a curious imitation of Shota. "It was just a - a reaction I couldn't control. I didn't act on it or anything."

"You know, we fooled around when we were teenagers." Aizawa nuzzled at her lips with his tongue, breathing into her mouth. "I could tell you what he likes done to him. Besides, we use the same gym. Same showers."

Her face turned five different shades of purple very quickly. "<i>What?!</i>"

"Which part were you confused about? That we made out, or that I can tell you what his cock looks like?"

"Shota wait, wait -"

He kissed her deeply, pushing her back onto the cushions and thrusting his hands up her shirt. "Nmm. I had no idea he made you so hot. All that time wasted." He lifted her shirt and bra so he could lick.

"But we're - wait, <i>we're</i> together! I didn't pick him! And what do you mean 'wasted'?"

"You know how his voice gets really deep when he's serious? He's high pitched when you make him feel good."

"Shota, stop, I -!"

"And he whines a lot." 

She choked as his fingers alternately caressed and tugged her nipples, pausing to use his mouth now and again. "Oh my god... oh, god." 

"He has this spot, right under his ear by his throat." He kissed the same area on her, licking and then nibbling. "It drives him crazy. He loves teasing, you know, and has a bit of a praise kink."

Her moans were almost continuous now. He grinned and set his own phone on the table close by. 

"Here..." His hands wandered down her stomach to the hem of her panties. "You want Hizashi to touch you? Make you feel good?"

"Hnng!"

He laughed wickedly and deliberately began calling her by the same name the Voice Hero did when he wasn't being formal. "He's tickling your belly, babe," he whispered. "His long fingers reaching for your oh-so-wet slit. You want him to play with you?"

"Mnn... yes!" The cry was forced out of her as he teased her purple curls with a careful fingertip. "Yes!"

Aizawa slid one finger inside her, dipping very gently. He stroked the top of her body as he thrust below, for once not dragging things out but trying to bring her to climax very quickly. It worked; she writhed under his body, making the most wonderful sounds.

"You going to come with Zashi's fingers in you and his mouth sucking on your tender nipples?" He bent and did just that, suckling softly in the way he knew she loved.

"Yes! Yes! More! Oh H - Hih - <i>Hizashi</i>!"

Aizawa smiled.

Hizashi was laying in bed when he got a text from his friend. He frowned when he saw it was a sound file. 

"That's weird."

Even stranger was the cryptic text.

<b>Aizawa</i>: <i>I have a proposition for you.</i>

<i>Make sure to listen to this with headphones.</i>


Hizashi shrugged and pulled a pair of casual headphones from his bedpost. He settled back and hit play on the file Shota had sent him, expecting something cat related, he wasn't sure what. He wasn't actually wrong, either - it <i>was</i> cat related. Just not any cat he could have imagined. He choked, inhaled, then stopped breathing, holding it in and shaking as he listened to what his friend had sent: his girlfriend having an orgasm.

<i>"Yes! Yes! More! Oh H - Hih</i> - Hizashi!"

His best friend's girl, having an orgasm while fantasizing about <i>him</i>.

"Erk!" His glasses slid down his nose unheeded and his mouth gaped open widely. "<i>What the fuck just happened?</i> What the righteous <i>fuck</i>, Shota!"

He grabbed his phone from where it had fallen on the bed and groaned when his movements caused the fabric of his boxer briefs to tug at his very prominent erection. 

"Okay... okay. Take care of things first. Then text." He pulled his briefs down, scrambling eagerly to take his excited member out. He yearned to listen to it as he stroked but held back, feeling awkward and the tiniest bit guilty. His hand rubbed the bubbling fluid from the tip around, lubricating his strokes. In less time he had managed it since he was a teenager, he was gasping, doubled over as the pressure burst out of him so hard he saw spots.

"Haa ... ahh, shit! <i>Ches!</i> Oh god, I want you!"

The revelation he had been struggling to conceal had finally come out. He hung his head panting, sweaty-faced and more than a little ashamed. Now he was angry at Aizawa for what he had done. There wete boundaries you don't cross, right? At least he thought there were!

He angrily picked up his phone, then swore as he almost dropped it because his hand was too slippery.

"Idiot!" He wiped it off on the sheets and tapped a message over.

<b>Hizashi</b>: <i>Dammit Sho! Why r u sendin me stuff like that?! It damn near wrecked me!!!</i>

<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>You didn't text back very quickly, Zashi. Did it excite you that much?</i>

<b>Hizashi</b>: <i>You bastard!</i>

<i>...</i>

<i>All right, I jerked off. So?</i>

<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>She came so hard she cried.</i>

<b>Hizashi</b>: <i>FUCK!</i>

<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>Yes. Let's get together at your place tonight and talk. Among, perhaps, other things.</i>


Elly was nervous that night when her boyfriend had suggested going over to their friend's apartment for drinks. She wasn't sure if he was teasing her or not, but after a couple of glasses Aizawa raised the subject he had wanted to talk about.

"Ches, why don't we tell Zashi how you feel?"

Hizashi choked on his beer. He and Elly were seated on his plush couch while Aizawa stood to the side. He glanced at her and leaped to his feet, shaking his head.

"I swear I had nothin' to do with this, yo. He insisted after I heard you... ohhhh. Fuck."

"You heard..?" Her face paled. She slowly stood as well, edging away from them both. "Did you tell him, Shota?!"

Aizawa calmly sipped his drink. "I recorded your orgasm and sent it to him."

Her knees wobbled but she didn't fall. "Ohmigod."

"I think we need to discuss this."

"Just because I think he's sexy as hell doesn't mean we need to ..! Oohhh. Um." Her ears flicked backwards as her face started to burn. "Oh, no." She covered her face with her hands and sat.

Hizashi also sat once more, his green eyes huge behind his red-framed glasses. "Sexy?" His hand stole to the bun at the back of his head and carefully flipped the long hair back so it would stop tickling his neck.

"This totally isn't happening," she moaned.

"Ches, look, hear me out," Aizawa soothed her with a gentle touch on her shoulder. "Both of you."

"Shota..."

"Shut up, Hizashi. Look, there's no jealousy here. We both have feelings for Cheshire, and she has them for us."

He winced and placed his forefingers together, sheepishly looking down and scuffing his feet on the rug. "But <i>Sho</i>, that's your girl."

"Why can't she be ours?"

Elly blinked multiple times. "I'm totally not hearing this. What the hell?"

The scruffy man sighed in resignation, rubbing the bridge of his nose in two fingers as he explained. "Polyamorous relationships are not new, and have been around for ages. People make them work."

"Poly ... ohhh, shit. You mean multiple? You mean all of us?!" She stumbled backwards, stunned and oddly hurt.

"I mean, us loving you. We already tried us," he waved at Hizashi and himself. "We're just friends."

"Damn," the other man whistled. "You really mean it. I - I don't think I could even kiss her, I mean we're kinda taught it's not morally okay."

"Then try a kiss." He shrugged. "If there's nothing really there, you'll know."

"You're not serious!" She quickly stared back and forth between the two men. "You are. Oh, crap. You are."

Aizawa motioned for them to get on with it. Both of them stood again uneasily, not sure if they were going to comply or make a run for it. 

Hizashi swallowed hard. "You really okay with this, babe? I mean, with him right there an' all?"

"We both know he's not going to give up until we at least humor him, right?"

He wriggled his mustache as his face scrunched with anxiety. "Yeah, but..."

"It's okay. Kiss me, Zashi."

He squeaked softly and bit his lip, trembling as he reached out to cup the back of her head in one hand. They drew close together, her looking up as he bent to meet her. Aizawa waited until they were very close, watching as they carefully avoided full body contact. He grinned mischievously and kicked with just enough force on the back of his friend's boot to cause him to stumble forward. 

Both meant to brush their lips together in a perfunctory kiss, a means to an end to shut Aizawa up, but the facade crumbled when they touched. The blond man gasped and bumped into her, his free arm hastily curling around her waist to protect her from a fall. She threw her arms around his neck, her eyes wide.

Hizashi absolutely melted. Her body was so soft, so willing against his. They stared incredulously at each other, the position of their bodies looking for all the world as if he was dipping her in a romantic dance. He pulled her slowly back up, this time tightening his grip, and crushed his mouth to hers with abandon, giving in to the moment. 

Elly shivered at the desire in his spiralled eyes. When he kissed her she couldn't hold back at all; she moaned lowly and parted her lips, offering him access to a more passionate kiss. He immediately slipped his tongue into her mouth, his hand running up her neck to tangle recklessly in her hair and pull her even closer, greedy for more. A whine escaped his throat as her fingers clasped around the back of his neck. They didn't kiss just once but several times, hungrily, losing themselves in the taste and scent and feel of each other.

And when they finally broke apart they stood, breathing heavily and unable - or perhaps just unwilling --  to let go. 

"Well," Aizawa said briskly, rubbing his hands together. "That answers <i>that</i>, doesn't it?"


"Now what do you expect us to do?" Elly was shaking in Hizashi's arms. The usually outspoken man was quiet for once, stroking her hair and staring numbly at his friend.

"Whatever you like." He shrugged.

"But if we add another person to our relationship, how do I know you won't want another?"

"Ahh. I knew you would eventually bring that up." He walked over and rubbed her ears gently. "We're not jealous of each other," he explained, "but she is afraid this will mean we'll look elsewhere."

"I don't want anyone else," Hizashi whispered, biting his lip.

"I agree. I only want you, Ches. That's our arrangement, and you know we're men of our word."

"Oh," she said in a small voice. 

"Uh, baby, don't... please, your, um. Your hands."

She had been flexing them lightly on his neck in her panic. "I'm sorry, Zashi. Did I scratch you?"

"Nuh." He shook his head violently, his ears burning.

Aizawa chuckled. "Hit your spot, did she?"

"Shut up!" He snapped, the blush spreading to his cheeks and down his neck.

"Ohhh." She stroked more gently and this time he whimpered. 

"I suggest you two adjourn to the bedroom," Aizawa said, yawning. "I would gladly watch or even participate, but I'm extremely tired and have early patrol tomorrow."

The two of them watched incredulously as he set his drink on the counter and walked to the door. 

"Aizawa!" Hizashi hissed, panicked. 

He grinned at them. "Have fun." And the door closed behind him. 

"I can't believe he did that." 

She huffed under her breath. "You know Shota."

"Yeahhh." He looked down into her eyes. "Uh. I'm really confused, still. Hey? You, too?"

"Me, too," she nodded.

"I'm gonna be honest here, though. Since we're all being honest." He rubbed her back. "I really, <i>really</i> want to make love to you."

"Oh, Zashi."

"Sorry! M'sorry!" He jerked his hands away. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"More than anything, I want to feel your arms around me," she whispered. 

"I guess we're gonna try this, then." He heaved in a huge, shaky breath.

"I can't believe this all started because of that photo you posted." She rested her head on his chest as he bent and pucked her up. 

"Well, hell, it worked, didn't it? I wanted to find a girl."

She groaned, smiling faintly.