"Mic." Aizawa sighed and closed his locker in the teacher's lounge, revealing his friend's face standing beside him. "Ches is quite happy and taken with me. I have no need to resort to your silly bet."
"Oh, yeah? I dare ya to take her breath away. Like, lose control an' be all wibbly an' fainty an' stuff. I bet you can't!"
"You want me to romance Cheshire into a state of unconsciousness." He said it flatly, staring at his friend in disbelief. "At work."
"Yeah. Prove it. You say you feel that way about her, so now put yer money where yer mouth is."
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"Put up or shut up," Mic clarified.
He grinned in a disturbing fashion at his friend. "Time me."
7:00 A.M
Classes (and the challenge) begin.
Aizawa texted his girlfriend after he started his class on a short project. Elly walked in a few minutes later, waved to some of the kids and strode over to his desk.
"You wanted to ask me something, Eraser?"
"Yes. Could you take this to Mic's room, please?"
He handed her a piece of paper and smiled at her softly, the kind of smile that was reserved for special moments of his life. She shivered all over, smiling back. "Of course."
The rooms weren't that far apart. After she handed the envelope to the English teacher, he blinked oddly and shook another, smaller one out.
"Uh. It says this is for you, an' yer supposed to read it right now."
Raising an eyebrow, she opened it and saw, carefully written in Aizawa's nearly illegible scrawl:
"Come back and kiss me."
The striped fur on her tail puffed out in all directions and she blushed. "Ah... sorry, Mic. I've got to, um. Go."
Hizashi squinted appraisingly at her when she left.
Scarce believing what he had written, she went back and poked her head in his classroom. The students were busy working on papers and he strolled casually over to the door to meet her. When she poked her head in he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth, a light, open-mouthed brush that nonetheless caused her lips to tingle.
8:00 A.M
Flowers are delivered to her office.
The flower arrangement was gorgeous. It was mostly sprays of her favorite, lavender, with baby's breath for decoration along the edges and purple hydrangea in the middle. It was a fragrant and beautiful masterpiece, and, better yet, was in a planter box. No flowers had been destroyed and they could be kept in their home.
Inside the attached card was the most amazing and adorable photo of her boyfriend she had ever seen. He was blushing grumpily but posing with his hands curled together in heart formation!
The card read "Pull the ribbon."
Elly blinked in confusion at the flowers and tugged at the tiny tab that read, "pull here". What she had thought was only ribbon for decoration fell to her desk and a heart locket spilled out of it. She picked it up with trembling fingers and popped the catch. Inside was a smaller version of the photo in the card on one side and on the other, an inscription.
"And if love be madness, may I never find sanity again"
Elly's lower lip trembled, but she kept herself from crying at the last minute. She took a deep breath and took off her neck gear, carefully clipping the heart to her collar underneath. Then she set the box on one corner of her desk where she could admire it all day until she could bring it back to their apartment.
8:05 A.M
Texts from the heart
Cheshire: I just got the flowers ♡
Cheshire: I don't know what's gotten into you today but baby, I love you so much it hurts right now
Aizawa: Good
Aizawa: Everything is as it should be
Aizawa: and you are my everything
She stared at the texts, her face flaming. She had no idea what had gotten into him, but he was bombarding her with love. This is not to say she didn't like it but she wasn't sure how long she could keep her professional appearance when he kept titillating her.
It buzzed again and she jumped a little.
Aizawa: When you're done staring at your phone look up so I can kiss you.
Startled, she almost dropped the phone. He was standing over her, bent at the waist and grinning. Before she could speak he kissed her on the neck and licked once, lightly, before backing away.
"Meet me in auditorium two in half an hour, okay?"
Still speechless, she nodded.
8:30 A.M
In which Aizawa Shota takes his bets very seriously and pulls absolutely zero punches
She arrived at the appropriate time to see him standing off to the side while his class was spread out working hard again.
He hop-walked over in his mummy sleeping bag, the new one he bought with arms, and held them out for a hug. Elly laughed and held him tight. He knew she loved the bag, calling him a "living teddy bear" when he wore it. As he disliked large, public displays affection she had held back when he wore it at school. The teens were not paying much attention since he had given them a bunch of busywork involving cleaning and prepping their gear. Present Mic had stopped by, ostensibly to talk to them about this topic but also to check their bet.
This was in the curriculum as well, so he had chosen something that fit his plans perfectly. Everything always according to plan, including seducing his girlfriend in plain sight of the other staff and students.
She clung to him as he whispered in her ear. All it took was one more "I love you" - carefully practiced and spoken in English -- before she absolutely melted into those puffy yellow arms, falling limp and trusting him to hold her so she didn't fall.
Mic watched from the sidelines, smirking a little. He was strangely not upset at all about losing the bet.
Thursday, September 26, 2019
The Dare (Hizashi)
"Honestly, Yamada, I thought you two would be history by now." Midnight shrugged carelessly and closed her locker. "Right, Eraser?"
"Leave me out of this," came the flat reply.
"That's just mean," Mic said angrily. "You diss me a lot, Midnight, but you better not be suggestin' I don't treat my babygirl with the best of the best of the <i>best</i> - including romance!"
"Then prove it." She poked him in the chest with a bright red nail. "Make her ab-so-lutely <i>putty</i> in your hands today."
"At school?!"
"Yeah, school. We're all here, so we're witnesses. What's the matter? Can't do it?"
He scowled, slamming the metal door closed on his locker. "Yer on. In fact, freakin' time me. I bet you won't believe it."
<b>7:00 A.M</b>
<i>Classes (and the challenge) begin</i>.
Elly yawned and snapped on the light to her office. Her nose tested the air delicately, detecting the scent of her favorite coffee. A fresh, steaming cup was on her desk from that one place nearby her boyfriend knew she loved. She smiled happily and sat, picking it up and glancing at the name written on it. She expected to see either hers (since he bought it for her) or Mic's, since he had picked it up. The cup had a little heart drawn on it and "<i>Elly Yamada</i>" doodled on it in fanciful script.
She almost dropped the cup.
Then she noticed there was a croissant wrapped up beside it. Stuck underneath was an envelope, which she opened with shaking hands.
<i>I dream about this day, when you and I not only share a home but a name as well ♡</i>
<b>7:05 A.M</b>
<i>Texting a thank you that turns into cuteness overload</i>.
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Aww you made me cry! I love you so much ♡ thank you</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Oh no! No tears!</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Mikey sowwy :c</i>
Elly stifled a girlish giggle. When he started talking like this he knew she thought it was sickeningly adorable. The photo he sent next was him with his forefingers pressed together, blushing and biting his lip. He had pushed his glasses down so she could clearly see his over exaggerated pout.
<b>Mic</b>: <i>but...</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Mikey's babygirl is so pwecious it hurts his widdle heart</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Quit it! You know what that does to me XD</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>awww</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>I'll behave ♡</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Unless you'd rather I not >:)</i>
<b>8:00 A.M</b>
<i>An unexpected gift</i>.
Elly was flipping through her files and paperwork for the day when she noticed a long, thin tube was part of the daily packet on her desk. She rolled the rubber band off and unfurled a decent sized poster of a beautiful night sky in a heart shape. The sky was a rich purple and blue, with all the constellations highlighted.
Puzzled, she saw a date written below and thought back to what it could mean.
When she realized what it was she teared up once more. It was an image of the heavens taken on their first date.
This time she didn't text him; she walked over to his classroom and tapped lightly on the door. His first class of the day was 1-A, and she knew the kids here a little more than the rest of the student body. She didn't want to embarrass them with the sight of their teachers schmoozing in front of them, so she waved Mic into the hallway.
He got up, grinning hugely and motioning for the teenagers to keep working.
"What are you doing, sweetie? I'm dying here - the star chart was beautiful." She hugged him a little harder than usual.
"Aw. It's nothin', I mean... that was the only way I could think of to give you the stars. And the stars were the only thing precious enough that I wanted to give 'em to you."
Elly bit her lip and hid her face in his chest, her knees weakening so much he hastily swept her into his arms. He sighed happily as she struggled to control her emotions, a softly mewing bundle with her tail dangling limply down.
There was the click of a door opening in the otherwise quiet hall and Mic looked up to see the dark haired Midnight tapping a finger on her lips. She winked at him and then shrugged as if to say she accepted her loss. She didn't look particularly upset about it, though.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Leave me out of this," came the flat reply.
"That's just mean," Mic said angrily. "You diss me a lot, Midnight, but you better not be suggestin' I don't treat my babygirl with the best of the best of the <i>best</i> - including romance!"
"Then prove it." She poked him in the chest with a bright red nail. "Make her ab-so-lutely <i>putty</i> in your hands today."
"At school?!"
"Yeah, school. We're all here, so we're witnesses. What's the matter? Can't do it?"
He scowled, slamming the metal door closed on his locker. "Yer on. In fact, freakin' time me. I bet you won't believe it."
<b>7:00 A.M</b>
<i>Classes (and the challenge) begin</i>.
Elly yawned and snapped on the light to her office. Her nose tested the air delicately, detecting the scent of her favorite coffee. A fresh, steaming cup was on her desk from that one place nearby her boyfriend knew she loved. She smiled happily and sat, picking it up and glancing at the name written on it. She expected to see either hers (since he bought it for her) or Mic's, since he had picked it up. The cup had a little heart drawn on it and "<i>Elly Yamada</i>" doodled on it in fanciful script.
She almost dropped the cup.
Then she noticed there was a croissant wrapped up beside it. Stuck underneath was an envelope, which she opened with shaking hands.
<i>I dream about this day, when you and I not only share a home but a name as well ♡</i>
<b>7:05 A.M</b>
<i>Texting a thank you that turns into cuteness overload</i>.
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Aww you made me cry! I love you so much ♡ thank you</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Oh no! No tears!</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Mikey sowwy :c</i>
Elly stifled a girlish giggle. When he started talking like this he knew she thought it was sickeningly adorable. The photo he sent next was him with his forefingers pressed together, blushing and biting his lip. He had pushed his glasses down so she could clearly see his over exaggerated pout.
<b>Mic</b>: <i>but...</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Mikey's babygirl is so pwecious it hurts his widdle heart</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Quit it! You know what that does to me XD</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>awww</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>I'll behave ♡</i>
<b>Mic</b>: <i>Unless you'd rather I not >:)</i>
<b>8:00 A.M</b>
<i>An unexpected gift</i>.
Elly was flipping through her files and paperwork for the day when she noticed a long, thin tube was part of the daily packet on her desk. She rolled the rubber band off and unfurled a decent sized poster of a beautiful night sky in a heart shape. The sky was a rich purple and blue, with all the constellations highlighted.
Puzzled, she saw a date written below and thought back to what it could mean.
When she realized what it was she teared up once more. It was an image of the heavens taken on their first date.
This time she didn't text him; she walked over to his classroom and tapped lightly on the door. His first class of the day was 1-A, and she knew the kids here a little more than the rest of the student body. She didn't want to embarrass them with the sight of their teachers schmoozing in front of them, so she waved Mic into the hallway.
He got up, grinning hugely and motioning for the teenagers to keep working.
"What are you doing, sweetie? I'm dying here - the star chart was beautiful." She hugged him a little harder than usual.
"Aw. It's nothin', I mean... that was the only way I could think of to give you the stars. And the stars were the only thing precious enough that I wanted to give 'em to you."
Elly bit her lip and hid her face in his chest, her knees weakening so much he hastily swept her into his arms. He sighed happily as she struggled to control her emotions, a softly mewing bundle with her tail dangling limply down.
There was the click of a door opening in the otherwise quiet hall and Mic looked up to see the dark haired Midnight tapping a finger on her lips. She winked at him and then shrugged as if to say she accepted her loss. She didn't look particularly upset about it, though.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
Erasernya
He spluttered and coughed, swearing violently and rubbing his eyes. It was no use; the villian had used whatever quirk he had on him. But at least he was going nowhere. His capture weapon had snagged the man securely, binding his arms and legs.
He sighed as he called the police to let them know he had another pickup. "I must be losing my touch to get hit like that."
"You'll be gaining plenty later," the other told him with an evil laugh.
"Shut up."
When the cops came they ran his description through on their computers. Aizawa waited patiently, leaning on the side of one of the cars. Eventually, an officer climbed out.
"Eraserhead?"
"Yeah. Well, who is he?"
"Ahh, he's a copier. Gives you the attributes of the person you have the most DNA hanging about you. Hair, bodily fluids, skin parti - whoa!"
"What." He twitched an ear in irritation and abruptly realized this action wasn't normal for him. His gray eyes widened. "Cheshire!"
"Oh, wow. Yeah. Aren't you two..?"
He gave the man a very calm stare. "How long?"
"Eh?"
"How long is this going to last?"
"A day, tops. Unless he really blasted you. Then maybe two if it's gotten in your bloodstream. It has to slowly wear off."
Aizawa bundled himself in his own weapon to avoid being seen as he slipped back onto campus. He moved silently and used as many dark halls and paths as he could until he was finally unlocking his apartment door.
Elly was inside sipping a cup of coffee and reading as the door clicked open and closed. "You're home super early, dear."
"I'm afraid I had an incident." He hissed in disgust and pulled his thread off, taking his goggles that were inside and hanging them up as well next to the door.
"You okay?" She was on her feet in a moment, but stopped short when she saw him.
Aizawa stood grumpily in front of her, slouched over with his arms crossed and his face like a thundercloud. Two furry, pointed ears stuck out of his mess of unruly hair and a long, dark tail was swishing madly about behind him.
She squeaked faintly as she caught his scent and sat back down. "Oh, Shota. Holy shit." Her hands went to her neck where an evil-looking bite mark stained her skin. "Uh oh."
"I'm going to be stuck like this for two days." He opened his mouth and poked at his teeth. "I already bit my gums seven times on the way here with these sharp canines. And everything smells! How do you put up with ... with..." As he mentioned scents, a new one caught the delicate scent glands under his nose. He trailed off, his body language very different from the irritated man that had entered the house.
Elly tested the air herself, and backed up. "Okay, there's a lot of things going to affect you differently now."
"Yes." The ears swiveled about, focusing on her voice. "I see that."
"Calm down," she said in a soothing tone. "Uh, you forgot my condition..." She pointed at her neck, "and things may spin a bit out of control if we don't -"
He growled low in his throat, his eyes seeming to darken.
Elly managed to tap the call button on her phone with shaking fingers.
"Yeah, hey, what's up." Hizashi was their next door neighbor, and the quickest contact she could think of.
"Hizashi, listen. Shota got hit with a quirk... shit, I don't know how to sum this up fast enough! Talk to Chiyo. Tell her I'm in heat and Sho got changed into my type of anthro. Quick!"
"WHAT?!"
Aizawa pounced.
He knocked her off the couch and onto the floor on her back, his tail waving even more furiously.
She closed her eyes, her chest heaving. "Oh, Sho," she purred loudly. "Wow." Her hands flexed, nails tapping the wooden floor. "God. I can't think..."
"Don't," he advised her shortly, his fangs sunk into her neck causing his voice to be muffled a bit. "I'd prefer if you quickly turn around and let me mount you."
She let out a pleased mew and went limp. "Shota!"
"Why am I irritated with you calling me by name?!"
She nuzzled his throat and he swallowed hard. "Because I'm disrespecting you. Feline males are angry creatures until satiated, milord."
He choked. "My queen!"
"See? Much better, hmm?" She licked his lips and he shook all over.
"R - ridiculous! It's completely idiotic!" He clawed at his hair in frustration. "I despise being controlled by my emotions like this! Nothing makes sense anymore!"
"Please, milord," she purred softly, caressing the side of his stubbled face. "I love you so much."
Aizawa looked down at her laying on her back on the floor, her entire posture submissive and her purple eyes shining with adoration. He pushed away his inhibitions and embraced the irrational desires flooding through his veins. He pressed forward, nipping the other side of her neck. "Roll over."
She complied, arching her back and hitting him in the face with her tail. He had no idea what a sexually arousing thing a tail could be until then. Without thinking when she waved it at him he grabbed it near the base and squeezed in a possessive manner. His other hand reached out, shaking, to tear off her pants. Her underwear came next and she helped, kicking them off and lifting her legs.
His mind was on fire.
He never thought that could be a true feeling, but this experience opened his eyes to the height of willpower draining emotions. Aizawa vaguely heard Elly telling him that if he just gave in to it, it wouldn't be so bad. But he was a stubborn man, wanting everything on his terms, and fought his newfound desires as hard as he could.
When she was in front of him, nude from the waist down, he tried to get up and get away. Some part of him was afraid he would hurt her, because losing control was a terrifying thing and it had never happened to him before.
"Please, I need this as much as you do now," she whimpered.
That's right - the scent driving him insane was her heat. It caused her pain but he had been keeping it in check as a human. Of course he had a different scent now that would inflame her as well.
"Sorry," he gasped roughly. "Hold on, I'll try."
It was as expected; hard and fast and wild. With his first thrust his doubts melted away and he leaned possesively over her, biting at her neck and growling as he moved.
They were at it no more than a couple minutes when was a rapid knocking at the door, and Aizawa snarled with frustration at the disruption, his ears laying back as he showed all his teeth.
"Go," Elly gasped. "But hurry," she pleaded. "Don't leave me for too long."
He nodded and disengaged from her with a moist sound. "Urgh."
Aizawa opened the door without a care in the world, completely nude with his furry ears twitching and the long, black tail swishing about the back of his legs. It was painfully obvious that he had rolled off and out of her seconds before.
Hizashi couldn't help it - he looked.
After that he stood with a frozen expression of sheer horror on his pale features. He held a huge paper bag in both hands and a plastic one dangled from his wrist.
"Hey, Zashi," Aizawa grunted. He sniffed at the bag. "What's this?"
"Supplies," the Voice Hero said faintly. "Groceries. And stuff from Chiyo."
"Oh. Ches called right before... yeah. Thanks."
"No problem." He let the bags be taken from his unmoving arms.
"All right..? I'm gonna just get back to her. She's kind of in a delicate way right now."
Hizashi winced, but said nothing. His friend closed the door on him slowly with a puzzled look on his face.
He couldn't move for several more minutes until he heard loud caterwauling coming from the apartment. He turned on his heel and dashed off so fast he smacked his shin on the stairs nearby. He didn't even feel it until later, and honestly, he was glad he got away before he heard or saw anything else.
He sighed as he called the police to let them know he had another pickup. "I must be losing my touch to get hit like that."
"You'll be gaining plenty later," the other told him with an evil laugh.
"Shut up."
When the cops came they ran his description through on their computers. Aizawa waited patiently, leaning on the side of one of the cars. Eventually, an officer climbed out.
"Eraserhead?"
"Yeah. Well, who is he?"
"Ahh, he's a copier. Gives you the attributes of the person you have the most DNA hanging about you. Hair, bodily fluids, skin parti - whoa!"
"What." He twitched an ear in irritation and abruptly realized this action wasn't normal for him. His gray eyes widened. "Cheshire!"
"Oh, wow. Yeah. Aren't you two..?"
He gave the man a very calm stare. "How long?"
"Eh?"
"How long is this going to last?"
"A day, tops. Unless he really blasted you. Then maybe two if it's gotten in your bloodstream. It has to slowly wear off."
Aizawa bundled himself in his own weapon to avoid being seen as he slipped back onto campus. He moved silently and used as many dark halls and paths as he could until he was finally unlocking his apartment door.
Elly was inside sipping a cup of coffee and reading as the door clicked open and closed. "You're home super early, dear."
"I'm afraid I had an incident." He hissed in disgust and pulled his thread off, taking his goggles that were inside and hanging them up as well next to the door.
"You okay?" She was on her feet in a moment, but stopped short when she saw him.
Aizawa stood grumpily in front of her, slouched over with his arms crossed and his face like a thundercloud. Two furry, pointed ears stuck out of his mess of unruly hair and a long, dark tail was swishing madly about behind him.
She squeaked faintly as she caught his scent and sat back down. "Oh, Shota. Holy shit." Her hands went to her neck where an evil-looking bite mark stained her skin. "Uh oh."
"I'm going to be stuck like this for two days." He opened his mouth and poked at his teeth. "I already bit my gums seven times on the way here with these sharp canines. And everything smells! How do you put up with ... with..." As he mentioned scents, a new one caught the delicate scent glands under his nose. He trailed off, his body language very different from the irritated man that had entered the house.
Elly tested the air herself, and backed up. "Okay, there's a lot of things going to affect you differently now."
"Yes." The ears swiveled about, focusing on her voice. "I see that."
"Calm down," she said in a soothing tone. "Uh, you forgot my condition..." She pointed at her neck, "and things may spin a bit out of control if we don't -"
He growled low in his throat, his eyes seeming to darken.
Elly managed to tap the call button on her phone with shaking fingers.
"Yeah, hey, what's up." Hizashi was their next door neighbor, and the quickest contact she could think of.
"Hizashi, listen. Shota got hit with a quirk... shit, I don't know how to sum this up fast enough! Talk to Chiyo. Tell her I'm in heat and Sho got changed into my type of anthro. Quick!"
"WHAT?!"
Aizawa pounced.
He knocked her off the couch and onto the floor on her back, his tail waving even more furiously.
She closed her eyes, her chest heaving. "Oh, Sho," she purred loudly. "Wow." Her hands flexed, nails tapping the wooden floor. "God. I can't think..."
"Don't," he advised her shortly, his fangs sunk into her neck causing his voice to be muffled a bit. "I'd prefer if you quickly turn around and let me mount you."
She let out a pleased mew and went limp. "Shota!"
"Why am I irritated with you calling me by name?!"
She nuzzled his throat and he swallowed hard. "Because I'm disrespecting you. Feline males are angry creatures until satiated, milord."
He choked. "My queen!"
"See? Much better, hmm?" She licked his lips and he shook all over.
"R - ridiculous! It's completely idiotic!" He clawed at his hair in frustration. "I despise being controlled by my emotions like this! Nothing makes sense anymore!"
"Please, milord," she purred softly, caressing the side of his stubbled face. "I love you so much."
Aizawa looked down at her laying on her back on the floor, her entire posture submissive and her purple eyes shining with adoration. He pushed away his inhibitions and embraced the irrational desires flooding through his veins. He pressed forward, nipping the other side of her neck. "Roll over."
She complied, arching her back and hitting him in the face with her tail. He had no idea what a sexually arousing thing a tail could be until then. Without thinking when she waved it at him he grabbed it near the base and squeezed in a possessive manner. His other hand reached out, shaking, to tear off her pants. Her underwear came next and she helped, kicking them off and lifting her legs.
His mind was on fire.
He never thought that could be a true feeling, but this experience opened his eyes to the height of willpower draining emotions. Aizawa vaguely heard Elly telling him that if he just gave in to it, it wouldn't be so bad. But he was a stubborn man, wanting everything on his terms, and fought his newfound desires as hard as he could.
When she was in front of him, nude from the waist down, he tried to get up and get away. Some part of him was afraid he would hurt her, because losing control was a terrifying thing and it had never happened to him before.
"Please, I need this as much as you do now," she whimpered.
That's right - the scent driving him insane was her heat. It caused her pain but he had been keeping it in check as a human. Of course he had a different scent now that would inflame her as well.
"Sorry," he gasped roughly. "Hold on, I'll try."
It was as expected; hard and fast and wild. With his first thrust his doubts melted away and he leaned possesively over her, biting at her neck and growling as he moved.
They were at it no more than a couple minutes when was a rapid knocking at the door, and Aizawa snarled with frustration at the disruption, his ears laying back as he showed all his teeth.
"Go," Elly gasped. "But hurry," she pleaded. "Don't leave me for too long."
He nodded and disengaged from her with a moist sound. "Urgh."
Aizawa opened the door without a care in the world, completely nude with his furry ears twitching and the long, black tail swishing about the back of his legs. It was painfully obvious that he had rolled off and out of her seconds before.
Hizashi couldn't help it - he looked.
After that he stood with a frozen expression of sheer horror on his pale features. He held a huge paper bag in both hands and a plastic one dangled from his wrist.
"Hey, Zashi," Aizawa grunted. He sniffed at the bag. "What's this?"
"Supplies," the Voice Hero said faintly. "Groceries. And stuff from Chiyo."
"Oh. Ches called right before... yeah. Thanks."
"No problem." He let the bags be taken from his unmoving arms.
"All right..? I'm gonna just get back to her. She's kind of in a delicate way right now."
Hizashi winced, but said nothing. His friend closed the door on him slowly with a puzzled look on his face.
He couldn't move for several more minutes until he heard loud caterwauling coming from the apartment. He turned on his heel and dashed off so fast he smacked his shin on the stairs nearby. He didn't even feel it until later, and honestly, he was glad he got away before he heard or saw anything else.
Yellow Petals (Hanahaki)
Something was terribly wrong.
Elly was at a local clinic that specialized with working on heroes with quirk-activated ailments. The nurses asked questions about recent combatants she came into contact with as well as symptoms. Many heroes came here, when they weren't quite sure if they had a common ailment or something more sinister. Elly was pretty sure she had been hit by a villain's quirk, but no clue what it had done to her.
"Did the villain that struck you tell you what they were doing at any time? Any clues at all?"
She frowned, thinking back on the strange way the woman she fought before she had gotten sick had acted. "No, it didn't make any sense at all. She wasn't really acting out. Um, she did ask if I was in a relationship."
"Hmm. And your symptoms are ..?"
The ticklish feeling that had brought her here was back in her chest. It wasn't allergy season and she didn't have any other cold symptoms, so she was unsure why she kept coughing. The tickle grew, and she held a hand to her mouth to stifle the spread of whatever this was. When the coughing tapered off, she stared in horror at the blood-speckled, yellow petals in her hand.
"I guess these are the symptoms," she said quietly, holding the flowers up before the startled tech's eyes.
The prognosis was grim. The villain was a terrifying quirk user that fulfilled the anime fantasy trope of "hanahaki". This was a disease that filled the lungs of a person that was suffering from unrequited love with flowers until they softly choked to death on their own affection. Elly, being raised American, had never heard of such a horrible thing. She sat in the chair with the now wilting daffodil petals in her hand, shocked and frightened.
"It's not as bad as it sounds," the doctor assured her. "According to the lore, if the person you're in love with reciprocates, you'll be cured. With her quirk, it just means you need to receive a kiss from them."
"But..."
"Yes. It means you have to tell them. Oh, and it must be a, uh, passionate kiss." He cleared his throat. "You know."
She struggled for a while at work, but knew she couldn't hide her malady for long. The good thing was she worked in a separate office so could hide when every time she had a coughing fit.
After a few days she could barely breathe and she started to get scared. As she was trying to figure out what to do, she saw a shadow outside her door and knew homeroom 1-A's teacher passed by every day at about this time. She stumbled to the door and opened it.
"Aizawa, may I speak with you for a - " She couldn't get any farther before she began coughing, the flowers forcing their way up her throat to be hacked out into the air with great force. The dark haired man stared blankly at the yellow petals raining down all around her and quickly stepped inside and shut the door.
"How long?" He snapped at her, shaking her shoulder as she floated in and out of conciousness. "Ches! This is important!"
"Few days," she gasped feebly.
"A few days! You're almost out of time! That villain's quirk is easily remedied. What were you thinking?!"
She shook her head, tears running down her cheeks.
"Embarrassment is no excuse," he told her sternly. "It was very illogical to wait this long. Now we have to find the person and hope they're amenable to the cure."
She shook her head again.
"Damn it, you little fool!" He picked her up and sat her on the edge of her desk, hos gray eyes serious and his mouth a thin line in his fury. "Tell me right now who the asshole is you've fallen in love with so you can be healed!"
She suddenly smiled, a very soft, pathetic smile that nearly broke his heart...
...and slowly shook her head before collapsing on her side onto a pile of bloody flowers she had coughed up earlier.
"Ches!" He swore loudly, panic causing his heart to leap into his throat. If she was this far gone, it was probably too late. She would die for the most ridiculous reason he could think of.
It offended him.
It hurt him.
He pushed aside the nagging doubts in his head and pulled her up to him, holding her tight. "You don't deserve this," he told her brokenly. "It's not right."
Aizawa gently kissed her, pressing only lightly and caressing the back of her neck with one hand. He tasted the salt of her tears and faint flavor of coppery blood on her lips and whimpered in anguish.
Not Cheshire. Please, of all the people I've lost along the way - not her. Please!
He deepened the kiss without thinking, adding his tears to her own and praying for the impossible.
Elly drew in a loud, gasping breath, her eyes popping wide open. She blinked, dazed, but with color returning to her pale cheeks. Her breathing was slow and even, with no funny wheezes or hitching.
"It was me," he murmured, unable to believe the sheer luck that she was healed. "You - you didn't want to tell me."
"Yes. But I got too scared at the last minute. I didn't want to be alone."
"Sh - shit, Ches, I..."
"Just hold me," she said weakly. "You're warm, and I love the way you smell and the feel of your arms around me."
"Yes."
"Don't let go," she whispered.
His grip tightened in response.
Elly was at a local clinic that specialized with working on heroes with quirk-activated ailments. The nurses asked questions about recent combatants she came into contact with as well as symptoms. Many heroes came here, when they weren't quite sure if they had a common ailment or something more sinister. Elly was pretty sure she had been hit by a villain's quirk, but no clue what it had done to her.
"Did the villain that struck you tell you what they were doing at any time? Any clues at all?"
She frowned, thinking back on the strange way the woman she fought before she had gotten sick had acted. "No, it didn't make any sense at all. She wasn't really acting out. Um, she did ask if I was in a relationship."
"Hmm. And your symptoms are ..?"
The ticklish feeling that had brought her here was back in her chest. It wasn't allergy season and she didn't have any other cold symptoms, so she was unsure why she kept coughing. The tickle grew, and she held a hand to her mouth to stifle the spread of whatever this was. When the coughing tapered off, she stared in horror at the blood-speckled, yellow petals in her hand.
"I guess these are the symptoms," she said quietly, holding the flowers up before the startled tech's eyes.
The prognosis was grim. The villain was a terrifying quirk user that fulfilled the anime fantasy trope of "hanahaki". This was a disease that filled the lungs of a person that was suffering from unrequited love with flowers until they softly choked to death on their own affection. Elly, being raised American, had never heard of such a horrible thing. She sat in the chair with the now wilting daffodil petals in her hand, shocked and frightened.
"It's not as bad as it sounds," the doctor assured her. "According to the lore, if the person you're in love with reciprocates, you'll be cured. With her quirk, it just means you need to receive a kiss from them."
"But..."
"Yes. It means you have to tell them. Oh, and it must be a, uh, passionate kiss." He cleared his throat. "You know."
She struggled for a while at work, but knew she couldn't hide her malady for long. The good thing was she worked in a separate office so could hide when every time she had a coughing fit.
After a few days she could barely breathe and she started to get scared. As she was trying to figure out what to do, she saw a shadow outside her door and knew homeroom 1-A's teacher passed by every day at about this time. She stumbled to the door and opened it.
"Aizawa, may I speak with you for a - " She couldn't get any farther before she began coughing, the flowers forcing their way up her throat to be hacked out into the air with great force. The dark haired man stared blankly at the yellow petals raining down all around her and quickly stepped inside and shut the door.
"How long?" He snapped at her, shaking her shoulder as she floated in and out of conciousness. "Ches! This is important!"
"Few days," she gasped feebly.
"A few days! You're almost out of time! That villain's quirk is easily remedied. What were you thinking?!"
She shook her head, tears running down her cheeks.
"Embarrassment is no excuse," he told her sternly. "It was very illogical to wait this long. Now we have to find the person and hope they're amenable to the cure."
She shook her head again.
"Damn it, you little fool!" He picked her up and sat her on the edge of her desk, hos gray eyes serious and his mouth a thin line in his fury. "Tell me right now who the asshole is you've fallen in love with so you can be healed!"
She suddenly smiled, a very soft, pathetic smile that nearly broke his heart...
...and slowly shook her head before collapsing on her side onto a pile of bloody flowers she had coughed up earlier.
"Ches!" He swore loudly, panic causing his heart to leap into his throat. If she was this far gone, it was probably too late. She would die for the most ridiculous reason he could think of.
It offended him.
It hurt him.
He pushed aside the nagging doubts in his head and pulled her up to him, holding her tight. "You don't deserve this," he told her brokenly. "It's not right."
Aizawa gently kissed her, pressing only lightly and caressing the back of her neck with one hand. He tasted the salt of her tears and faint flavor of coppery blood on her lips and whimpered in anguish.
Not Cheshire. Please, of all the people I've lost along the way - not her. Please!
He deepened the kiss without thinking, adding his tears to her own and praying for the impossible.
Elly drew in a loud, gasping breath, her eyes popping wide open. She blinked, dazed, but with color returning to her pale cheeks. Her breathing was slow and even, with no funny wheezes or hitching.
"It was me," he murmured, unable to believe the sheer luck that she was healed. "You - you didn't want to tell me."
"Yes. But I got too scared at the last minute. I didn't want to be alone."
"Sh - shit, Ches, I..."
"Just hold me," she said weakly. "You're warm, and I love the way you smell and the feel of your arms around me."
"Yes."
"Don't let go," she whispered.
His grip tightened in response.
Insecurity Dreams
"You're an ugly bitch. Why the hell would I love you?"
The pain in her heart was incredible; emotional devastation of the highest level possible. Elly screamed in agony, throwing her head back and sinking to the ground on her knees.
She woke to find Hizashi leaning over her in bed, his hair falling softly over his shoulders with some of it tickling her cheeks. He had a sleepy expression of concern on his face. "You okay?"
"Urgh," she grunted, rubbing at her eyes. "Zashi? Bad dream."
He hummed softly, consolingly, and took her gently into his arms. "It must've been crazy bad. You cried out."
"Oh no. Did I wake you? I did," she mourned quietly. "M'sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I want to be awake when this happens." He stifled a yawn. "Otherwise I can't cuddle you all better."
"I like this part," she agreed, sniffling.
"So what was the dream? Wanna talk about it?" Elly shifted in his hold and he bounced her gently so she rested fully in his lap. "Y'don't hafta, babe. It's okay."
"No, I ... it's - maybe I should. I keep having these horrible nightmares where you don't love me." She choked softly and started to cry. "Th - there's ones you tell me I'm ugly, and ones you're cheating on me, and ..."
Hizashi's green-gold eyes popped wide open. He was fully awake all at once, the sleepy purr gone from his voice when he spoke. "<i>What?!</i> Oh, no, baby! You know that's not true. Oh. Oops. Hey. Hey, princess..? Babe?" She had dissolved into a shivering mess of tears and wasn't hearing anything, so he held her tight and rocked back and forth slowly, humming quietly as he knew the vibrations from his quirk calmed her.
"I kn - know it's stupid," she stammered, "s'not true! But it huh - <i>hurts</i> so bad like it really happened and it confuses me for a minute when I wake up, and -"
"So your worst fear is that you'll lose me?" He interrupted her rambling by whispering in her furry ear.
She hesitantly nodded. "Yes. I know what it means, technically, but it's a very hard fix."
"Mm hmm. Insecurity?"
Again, a nod, this time accompanied with a teary sigh.
"I totally get why you'd be dreaming like this about me." He stroked her hair and ears, rubbing lightly. "Your family. You told me about 'em. You endured that abuse for so many years of your life, an' like, how many have we been together?"
"One."
"Uh huh." He nuzzled down and kissed her cheek. "It's gonna take a lot longer than one year before you stop panicking about me turnin' into yer folks. I know that. I don't mind at all 'cause I love you. You're <i>worth it</i>."
"Thank you, Zashi," she said in a very tiny voice.
"You want me to make some warm milk? Or just more cuddling - oh! Oh, okay. Don't worry, I ain't going anywhere."
"Good."
The pain in her heart was incredible; emotional devastation of the highest level possible. Elly screamed in agony, throwing her head back and sinking to the ground on her knees.
She woke to find Hizashi leaning over her in bed, his hair falling softly over his shoulders with some of it tickling her cheeks. He had a sleepy expression of concern on his face. "You okay?"
"Urgh," she grunted, rubbing at her eyes. "Zashi? Bad dream."
He hummed softly, consolingly, and took her gently into his arms. "It must've been crazy bad. You cried out."
"Oh no. Did I wake you? I did," she mourned quietly. "M'sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I want to be awake when this happens." He stifled a yawn. "Otherwise I can't cuddle you all better."
"I like this part," she agreed, sniffling.
"So what was the dream? Wanna talk about it?" Elly shifted in his hold and he bounced her gently so she rested fully in his lap. "Y'don't hafta, babe. It's okay."
"No, I ... it's - maybe I should. I keep having these horrible nightmares where you don't love me." She choked softly and started to cry. "Th - there's ones you tell me I'm ugly, and ones you're cheating on me, and ..."
Hizashi's green-gold eyes popped wide open. He was fully awake all at once, the sleepy purr gone from his voice when he spoke. "<i>What?!</i> Oh, no, baby! You know that's not true. Oh. Oops. Hey. Hey, princess..? Babe?" She had dissolved into a shivering mess of tears and wasn't hearing anything, so he held her tight and rocked back and forth slowly, humming quietly as he knew the vibrations from his quirk calmed her.
"I kn - know it's stupid," she stammered, "s'not true! But it huh - <i>hurts</i> so bad like it really happened and it confuses me for a minute when I wake up, and -"
"So your worst fear is that you'll lose me?" He interrupted her rambling by whispering in her furry ear.
She hesitantly nodded. "Yes. I know what it means, technically, but it's a very hard fix."
"Mm hmm. Insecurity?"
Again, a nod, this time accompanied with a teary sigh.
"I totally get why you'd be dreaming like this about me." He stroked her hair and ears, rubbing lightly. "Your family. You told me about 'em. You endured that abuse for so many years of your life, an' like, how many have we been together?"
"One."
"Uh huh." He nuzzled down and kissed her cheek. "It's gonna take a lot longer than one year before you stop panicking about me turnin' into yer folks. I know that. I don't mind at all 'cause I love you. You're <i>worth it</i>."
"Thank you, Zashi," she said in a very tiny voice.
"You want me to make some warm milk? Or just more cuddling - oh! Oh, okay. Don't worry, I ain't going anywhere."
"Good."
Night at the club - 5
Elly poked her head out of the bathroom cautiously, her ears flicking about and her nose testing the air.
Mic was sitting on the large couch, humming along to the bass beat of the music drifting down from the club above them. He glanced over and grinned when he saw her, patting the seat beside him.
"Hey, kiddo. Feel better?"
"Yes." She flopped down next to him just as she was, nude, with him still wearing everything but his glasses and speaker. He pulled his headphones off and set those next to them on the table nearby.
"Good." He reached out and pulled her close, his mouth meeting hers in a brief kiss. She responded automatically, and his next move gently slid her onto her back so he could kneel on top.
"I - I <i>can't</i>," she whimpered. "Please, Mic, I don't think..."
"Shhh." He kissed her softly, humming against her lips. "If you need to, use a safeword. Otherwise, it's time for the Voice Hero to rock you, baby."
It had been a very long, wonderful night for her of making fantasies come true and exhilarating pleasure. One could, perhaps, have sympathy for Elly when this statement caused her to completely lose her mind.
Hizashi's heart melted when he saw her staring at him with such huge, tear-filled eyes, burning with desire and love for him. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed rapidly, and he moved to calm her enough so she wouldn't hyperventilate.
"Breathe, baby. Nice an' easy, yeah? Do it for Mic. That's right..." He kissed her on the forehead as he started to remove his jacket. "Good girl. I love you."
She whined quietly, watching with wide eyes as he undressed.
"You wanna touch?" He took her wrist and placed it on his white tank top, over his heart. "See? My heart's beatin' just as fast as yours." Hizashi sighed when she ran her hand down and under the fabric, toying with his chest hair. He hurriedly unfastened his belt and slipped his pants off.
The sound of the belt and the rustle of fabric seemed to bring her partially back, and she perked her ears. "Oh, Mic."
"God, baby... what're you doin' to me?" He tugged his top off and stared down at her fingers lightly pinching his nipples. Their play had gotten him so hyper sensitive that her gentle touch felt incredible. "Shit, that's great."
"Looks like we both got worked up."
"Yeah. Hey, do that harder, huh?" He licked his lips, moaning when she complied. "F-f-fuck-k-k!"
She pulled him close, scooting down, and latched onto one with her mouth. His reaction was priceless. He let out a quirk-enhanced groan that vibrated all the furniture in the room and threw his head back.
"Your mouth is so hot," he panted. "Ches, honey, I - I need you. I need to be in you <i>right now</i>."
"Yes!" Her hands yanked his underwear down. "Give it to me, Mikey. This whole night has been amazing. You inside me is the absolute best way to finish it off."
"Unh." He shook himself all over. "Shit, you're the one, princess. Here..."
Her mind reeled. 'The one'? But then he thrust, and she was lost to the sensations of his lovemaking.
"Oh, my god, baby," he whispered. "Can you feel me? Inside you?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, man," he choked, moving faster. "You - you were so beautiful an' amazin' tonight. I - I can barely hold back..!"
Elly laughed breathlessly and wrapped her legs around him. "Don't, then. I came so many times I'm done... you feel great, but I can't come again. I just want to share your orgasm."
He choked, faltered, and then sped up again. After several pulse-pounding minutes Hizashi's chest heaved and he took a swift, deep breath, letting it out in a joyous cry with his head lifted at the ceiling. "<i>Oh Ches, I love you!</i>"
She clung to him, smiling, kissing everywhere she could reach. Eventually his hips stopped jerking and he collapsed, breathing hard and still holding her against him.
Her ears perked.
There was the thin sound of cheering coming from upstairs and some whistling. Hizashi blushed and coughed into one hand apologetically.
"Uh, sorry Ches. Looks like I shoulda worn a dampener."
She touched the side of his face fondly. "You didn't break anything... I think. It's fine. I don't mind everyone knowing how much we love each other."
Mic was sitting on the large couch, humming along to the bass beat of the music drifting down from the club above them. He glanced over and grinned when he saw her, patting the seat beside him.
"Hey, kiddo. Feel better?"
"Yes." She flopped down next to him just as she was, nude, with him still wearing everything but his glasses and speaker. He pulled his headphones off and set those next to them on the table nearby.
"Good." He reached out and pulled her close, his mouth meeting hers in a brief kiss. She responded automatically, and his next move gently slid her onto her back so he could kneel on top.
"I - I <i>can't</i>," she whimpered. "Please, Mic, I don't think..."
"Shhh." He kissed her softly, humming against her lips. "If you need to, use a safeword. Otherwise, it's time for the Voice Hero to rock you, baby."
It had been a very long, wonderful night for her of making fantasies come true and exhilarating pleasure. One could, perhaps, have sympathy for Elly when this statement caused her to completely lose her mind.
Hizashi's heart melted when he saw her staring at him with such huge, tear-filled eyes, burning with desire and love for him. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed rapidly, and he moved to calm her enough so she wouldn't hyperventilate.
"Breathe, baby. Nice an' easy, yeah? Do it for Mic. That's right..." He kissed her on the forehead as he started to remove his jacket. "Good girl. I love you."
She whined quietly, watching with wide eyes as he undressed.
"You wanna touch?" He took her wrist and placed it on his white tank top, over his heart. "See? My heart's beatin' just as fast as yours." Hizashi sighed when she ran her hand down and under the fabric, toying with his chest hair. He hurriedly unfastened his belt and slipped his pants off.
The sound of the belt and the rustle of fabric seemed to bring her partially back, and she perked her ears. "Oh, Mic."
"God, baby... what're you doin' to me?" He tugged his top off and stared down at her fingers lightly pinching his nipples. Their play had gotten him so hyper sensitive that her gentle touch felt incredible. "Shit, that's great."
"Looks like we both got worked up."
"Yeah. Hey, do that harder, huh?" He licked his lips, moaning when she complied. "F-f-fuck-k-k!"
She pulled him close, scooting down, and latched onto one with her mouth. His reaction was priceless. He let out a quirk-enhanced groan that vibrated all the furniture in the room and threw his head back.
"Your mouth is so hot," he panted. "Ches, honey, I - I need you. I need to be in you <i>right now</i>."
"Yes!" Her hands yanked his underwear down. "Give it to me, Mikey. This whole night has been amazing. You inside me is the absolute best way to finish it off."
"Unh." He shook himself all over. "Shit, you're the one, princess. Here..."
Her mind reeled. 'The one'? But then he thrust, and she was lost to the sensations of his lovemaking.
"Oh, my god, baby," he whispered. "Can you feel me? Inside you?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, man," he choked, moving faster. "You - you were so beautiful an' amazin' tonight. I - I can barely hold back..!"
Elly laughed breathlessly and wrapped her legs around him. "Don't, then. I came so many times I'm done... you feel great, but I can't come again. I just want to share your orgasm."
He choked, faltered, and then sped up again. After several pulse-pounding minutes Hizashi's chest heaved and he took a swift, deep breath, letting it out in a joyous cry with his head lifted at the ceiling. "<i>Oh Ches, I love you!</i>"
She clung to him, smiling, kissing everywhere she could reach. Eventually his hips stopped jerking and he collapsed, breathing hard and still holding her against him.
Her ears perked.
There was the thin sound of cheering coming from upstairs and some whistling. Hizashi blushed and coughed into one hand apologetically.
"Uh, sorry Ches. Looks like I shoulda worn a dampener."
She touched the side of his face fondly. "You didn't break anything... I think. It's fine. I don't mind everyone knowing how much we love each other."
Night at the club - 4
"Oh, baby," he whispered, shaking his head. The mass of hair behind him rustled restlessly.
"Wha?" Elly cracked her eyes open to see him descending upon her.
"It's not time to sleep," he chided, brushing his lips on hers. "Mmm. <i>Mmmm</i>."
"M - Mic..!"
"Shhh. I'm supposed to be the noisy one." He giggled at his own joke, then kissed her again, deeper this time.
"Mikey!"
"You're really wet down there now. You need to clean up a bit? Want help?"
She smiled weakly and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds great."
"Good," he hummed happily. "'Cause it's time for the 'kiss and lick you all over' part."
She flinched, her eyes wide. "I just came ... too sensitive right now."
"I know. That's why I promise to be super gentle. Like this, soft an' sweet." He demonstrated by mouthing her lips, little, tiny, multiple kisses that left her breathless from the sheer romanticism of the gestures.
"M - Mic..."
"Shh, baby, relax. Let me taste all of you."
She stiffened, then sighed as he moved on, taking his time and really trying to cover every inch of her skin that he could reach. He nibbled and kissed and licked, tickling her at times with his mustache as he moved steadily downward. He lapped at her lower belly and dipped his tongue in her navel before sliding further down. She tensed, her breathing picking up in rough little gasps.
"Nmm. Not going there yet, lover. Just be patient." He trailed down her thighs until he reached her feet.
Elly didn't know whether to burst out giggling or moaning as he sucked on each of her toes. She settled for a bit of both. "Ew, sweetie, I danced for a long time, aren't they - you know..?"
He gave her an indignant look and smooched one loudly. "Nope. Yer fine, babe. Don't worry."
She nodded and shifted around, sighing with pleasure. It really did feel good. He took so long massaging and kissing her feet that she relaxed completely and even started to doze off again.
She snapped awake to a wicked little chuckle as he pushed the full length of his tongue inside her body.
"<i>Mic!</i>"
"Hmmm. Sore?" He dabbed lightly at the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. "No? Goooood. Very good."
"H - Hizashi!"
"Uh uh, remember." He licked delicately, seperating the flaps and folds of skin to nuzzle at the emerging little nub of flesh on top.
Elly's tail frizzed up and she cried out, grasping the back of his neck as he teased her. "Oh my god. <i>Present Mic!</i>"
He shivered. "Oh, yeah, baby. Hang on."
There was an awful lot of squirming and some faint screams as he attacked her pleasure center with rapid-fire kisses. The slick sensation of his tongue combined with his soft lips was incredibly pleasant. Oddly, it was the pointy prickle of his mustache points on her thighs that drove her over the edge, crying his hero name as she tugged on the collar of his leather jacket.
He rode along with her, winding down until she fell back, wheezing softly.
"Okay, now I'm really gonna help you clean up before th'final act." He scooped her up and carried her into a small bathroom to take care of her. "Here, you pee - yeah, I know you gotta -- an' they've got soap and a wash cloth by the sink." He rolled his eyes expressively. "We all know what happens in these rooms."
Elly laughed wearily. "Thanks."
"I'll be waiting," he called out in a sing-song voice as he blew her a kiss. The door snickered shut and she let out a huge sigh.
She wasn't really sure she could handle more of her incredible boyfriend tonight. The thought made her smile more, and she commenced on a small cleanup routine.
"Wha?" Elly cracked her eyes open to see him descending upon her.
"It's not time to sleep," he chided, brushing his lips on hers. "Mmm. <i>Mmmm</i>."
"M - Mic..!"
"Shhh. I'm supposed to be the noisy one." He giggled at his own joke, then kissed her again, deeper this time.
"Mikey!"
"You're really wet down there now. You need to clean up a bit? Want help?"
She smiled weakly and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds great."
"Good," he hummed happily. "'Cause it's time for the 'kiss and lick you all over' part."
She flinched, her eyes wide. "I just came ... too sensitive right now."
"I know. That's why I promise to be super gentle. Like this, soft an' sweet." He demonstrated by mouthing her lips, little, tiny, multiple kisses that left her breathless from the sheer romanticism of the gestures.
"M - Mic..."
"Shh, baby, relax. Let me taste all of you."
She stiffened, then sighed as he moved on, taking his time and really trying to cover every inch of her skin that he could reach. He nibbled and kissed and licked, tickling her at times with his mustache as he moved steadily downward. He lapped at her lower belly and dipped his tongue in her navel before sliding further down. She tensed, her breathing picking up in rough little gasps.
"Nmm. Not going there yet, lover. Just be patient." He trailed down her thighs until he reached her feet.
Elly didn't know whether to burst out giggling or moaning as he sucked on each of her toes. She settled for a bit of both. "Ew, sweetie, I danced for a long time, aren't they - you know..?"
He gave her an indignant look and smooched one loudly. "Nope. Yer fine, babe. Don't worry."
She nodded and shifted around, sighing with pleasure. It really did feel good. He took so long massaging and kissing her feet that she relaxed completely and even started to doze off again.
She snapped awake to a wicked little chuckle as he pushed the full length of his tongue inside her body.
"<i>Mic!</i>"
"Hmmm. Sore?" He dabbed lightly at the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. "No? Goooood. Very good."
"H - Hizashi!"
"Uh uh, remember." He licked delicately, seperating the flaps and folds of skin to nuzzle at the emerging little nub of flesh on top.
Elly's tail frizzed up and she cried out, grasping the back of his neck as he teased her. "Oh my god. <i>Present Mic!</i>"
He shivered. "Oh, yeah, baby. Hang on."
There was an awful lot of squirming and some faint screams as he attacked her pleasure center with rapid-fire kisses. The slick sensation of his tongue combined with his soft lips was incredibly pleasant. Oddly, it was the pointy prickle of his mustache points on her thighs that drove her over the edge, crying his hero name as she tugged on the collar of his leather jacket.
He rode along with her, winding down until she fell back, wheezing softly.
"Okay, now I'm really gonna help you clean up before th'final act." He scooped her up and carried her into a small bathroom to take care of her. "Here, you pee - yeah, I know you gotta -- an' they've got soap and a wash cloth by the sink." He rolled his eyes expressively. "We all know what happens in these rooms."
Elly laughed wearily. "Thanks."
"I'll be waiting," he called out in a sing-song voice as he blew her a kiss. The door snickered shut and she let out a huge sigh.
She wasn't really sure she could handle more of her incredible boyfriend tonight. The thought made her smile more, and she commenced on a small cleanup routine.
All Kinds of Play - Prostate Massage
"You really want to try a prostate massage?"
"I've heard it can be incredibly stimulating." He shrugged.
"Well, we've talked about it and have our game plan, if that's what you want tonight."
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Aizawa was nude, sitting on their bed. His girlfriend was dressed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, standing at the foot with their box of sexual paraphernalia by her side.
"I'm sure."
"Okay. This is ... you said the smallest, thinnest one. Ah." She dug around in the box and pulled out a non-threatening, purple rubber dildo. "Purple?"
He coughed. "They didn't have a wide variety of colors. Besides, does it matter?"
"No. I just thought it may have been a conscious choice." Elly held up a tube of lubricant. "Again, it's this one, right?"
He peered at it carefully. "Yes. The water-based one. You'll need to reapply frequently, but it will wash off easier and not stain."
She nodded.
"It's the perfect time, Ches. I've already had a bowel movement and cleaned up. That means it should be easier for us both, and less messy."
"Oh boy, poop talk." She rolled her eyes. "Sexy."
He snickered faintly. "You want sexy? Look how hard I've gotten thinking about what you're about to do to me."
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh. Oh, my."
"Yes."
She hesitated a moment before squeezing a generous amount on his puckered opening. He shivered as the gel slid over his hot skin. "I'm going to play with my fingers first. Just along the rim."
One fingertip grazed him, lightly circling as she felt around the tight hole. He made an interesting sound and she watched him closely as she rubbed and eventually eased a fingertip inside. Aizawa began to pant heavily and she nodded.
"Let me wash up and I'll use the toy."
He croaked some sort of reply, his throat tightening at the thought.
When she came back he raised up off the bed again to meet her. "I'm ready."
"Here goes, then." She coated the toy thoroughly and him one more time before lightly pushing inside the slightest bit. When he didn't protest she dipped farther, and even farther until it was resting all the way, with only the grip protruding from his body.
"Still okay?" She moved the end, tapping lightly.
"Y - es!" He sounded like he was being strangled. His hands were clutching the sheets, twisting them violently.
"Red," she sighed.
"Ches? S'wrong?"
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this, baby. You're - you sound like you're hurting. You didn't sound like that before when we used <i>actual pain</i> in our play."
He nodded. "I understand. It doesn't, ah. Hurt, though. It's a strange pressure, that's all." He rolled over and accidentally pressed on the end since it hadn't been removed.
"Uh oh. You okay?!"
Aizawa's face was a conflicting riot of emotions. He wriggled on the bed, gasping, trying to push in himself on the angle he had found by sheer coincidence. "Yes! My god, Ches - fuck, I ... <i>fuck</i>!"
Elly's eyes widened in shock. "Roll over again, I think I see how it needs to go..."
He immediately flopped onto his belly, his ass in the air. Her heart beating hard in her chest, she took hold of the grip and angled it upwards, pumping in a slow, steady pace. Her boyfriend's reaction was priceless. He squirmed, rubbing his dripping erection on the bed while he arched backwards as well.
"It's good," he groaned. "It's so good. Keep going, my queen, please."
She reached out and placed a hand on the roughened, badly scarred skin of his elbow. "Let me know if it's too much."
"Do me like I do you," he rasped, his face sweaty with strands of dark hair plastered on his red cheeks. "Make love to me, Ches."
She choked and fell forward, bending to kiss his lips as she moved the toy as smoothly as she could inside him. His cries grew in intensity and she watched as his eyes grew huge, the pupils seeming to dilate and then contract. He was silent in his actual orgasm, though his body thrashed about so wildly she jerked her hands back.
He lay there for a moment, his back slick and shiny from his exertions. "Pull it out, please," he groaned. "Towel first."
She quickly laid the towel they had prepped earlier and carefully removed the rubber toy. "Done. Do you want to shower now?"
"Yeah. Just give me a minute." His breathing started to even out and he sighed. "Okay. I imagine there's going to be some fallout here. You may want to step back when I get up."
Elly chuckled. "There already was. But thanks for the warning."
He made a face. "I can see why some people wouldn't like to try this, but honestly, we've seen all sorts of bodily functions from each other since we've been sexually active. This is just another one."
"Agreed. Now let's get you cleaned up and cuddled."
"I've heard it can be incredibly stimulating." He shrugged.
"Well, we've talked about it and have our game plan, if that's what you want tonight."
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Aizawa was nude, sitting on their bed. His girlfriend was dressed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt, standing at the foot with their box of sexual paraphernalia by her side.
"I'm sure."
"Okay. This is ... you said the smallest, thinnest one. Ah." She dug around in the box and pulled out a non-threatening, purple rubber dildo. "Purple?"
He coughed. "They didn't have a wide variety of colors. Besides, does it matter?"
"No. I just thought it may have been a conscious choice." Elly held up a tube of lubricant. "Again, it's this one, right?"
He peered at it carefully. "Yes. The water-based one. You'll need to reapply frequently, but it will wash off easier and not stain."
She nodded.
"It's the perfect time, Ches. I've already had a bowel movement and cleaned up. That means it should be easier for us both, and less messy."
"Oh boy, poop talk." She rolled her eyes. "Sexy."
He snickered faintly. "You want sexy? Look how hard I've gotten thinking about what you're about to do to me."
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh. Oh, my."
"Yes."
She hesitated a moment before squeezing a generous amount on his puckered opening. He shivered as the gel slid over his hot skin. "I'm going to play with my fingers first. Just along the rim."
One fingertip grazed him, lightly circling as she felt around the tight hole. He made an interesting sound and she watched him closely as she rubbed and eventually eased a fingertip inside. Aizawa began to pant heavily and she nodded.
"Let me wash up and I'll use the toy."
He croaked some sort of reply, his throat tightening at the thought.
When she came back he raised up off the bed again to meet her. "I'm ready."
"Here goes, then." She coated the toy thoroughly and him one more time before lightly pushing inside the slightest bit. When he didn't protest she dipped farther, and even farther until it was resting all the way, with only the grip protruding from his body.
"Still okay?" She moved the end, tapping lightly.
"Y - es!" He sounded like he was being strangled. His hands were clutching the sheets, twisting them violently.
"Red," she sighed.
"Ches? S'wrong?"
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this, baby. You're - you sound like you're hurting. You didn't sound like that before when we used <i>actual pain</i> in our play."
He nodded. "I understand. It doesn't, ah. Hurt, though. It's a strange pressure, that's all." He rolled over and accidentally pressed on the end since it hadn't been removed.
"Uh oh. You okay?!"
Aizawa's face was a conflicting riot of emotions. He wriggled on the bed, gasping, trying to push in himself on the angle he had found by sheer coincidence. "Yes! My god, Ches - fuck, I ... <i>fuck</i>!"
Elly's eyes widened in shock. "Roll over again, I think I see how it needs to go..."
He immediately flopped onto his belly, his ass in the air. Her heart beating hard in her chest, she took hold of the grip and angled it upwards, pumping in a slow, steady pace. Her boyfriend's reaction was priceless. He squirmed, rubbing his dripping erection on the bed while he arched backwards as well.
"It's good," he groaned. "It's so good. Keep going, my queen, please."
She reached out and placed a hand on the roughened, badly scarred skin of his elbow. "Let me know if it's too much."
"Do me like I do you," he rasped, his face sweaty with strands of dark hair plastered on his red cheeks. "Make love to me, Ches."
She choked and fell forward, bending to kiss his lips as she moved the toy as smoothly as she could inside him. His cries grew in intensity and she watched as his eyes grew huge, the pupils seeming to dilate and then contract. He was silent in his actual orgasm, though his body thrashed about so wildly she jerked her hands back.
He lay there for a moment, his back slick and shiny from his exertions. "Pull it out, please," he groaned. "Towel first."
She quickly laid the towel they had prepped earlier and carefully removed the rubber toy. "Done. Do you want to shower now?"
"Yeah. Just give me a minute." His breathing started to even out and he sighed. "Okay. I imagine there's going to be some fallout here. You may want to step back when I get up."
Elly chuckled. "There already was. But thanks for the warning."
He made a face. "I can see why some people wouldn't like to try this, but honestly, we've seen all sorts of bodily functions from each other since we've been sexually active. This is just another one."
"Agreed. Now let's get you cleaned up and cuddled."
Sunday, September 22, 2019
Rape Fic (not really non con) Hizashi
Elly was wearing a U.A cheerleader outfit with a sour expression on her face. "They made me wear it," she explained to her colleague. "Otherwise the girls said they'd refuse... and I can see why."
Mic's entire body stiffened. He stood there, stunned, a bright red blush creeping up his neck. He felt very strange, and started to say so when she dropped one of the outrageous pompoms she was carrying.
"Crap." Sighing, she bent down in front of him to pick them up, her tail lifting in the air, and miaowed loudly as it was swiftly grasped in a leather-gloved hand. Mic pulled her up and pushed her back to the wall nearby.
"Present Mic! What the hell do you think you're... do ..." She trailed off as she saw his face.
He stared down at her with a dark little smirk, his eyes alternately squinted and huge. His cheeks were bright red and his ears burned, too - but the rest of him appeared very pale. His gorgeous green eyes whirled with lust.
"Shh," he admonished in a low whisper as he held one finger to her lips. "Don't want the kiddos to hear, do ya?"
She shook her head, her eyes huge.
"Awright. Then we understand each other. No yellin' - that's my thing, after all --" He snickered a little, "and no disappearing. Got it? I can still hold an invisible tail." He tugged harder and she choked back a cry. "Oooh, kitty likes when I do that, doesn't she? That turn you on, babe?"
"Please, Mic, not my tail," she begged quietly.
He leaned closer, his nose touching hers and his mouth a mere inch away. "But you li-i-ike it."
"M - Mic!"
"I know you do. Let's find out how much, hmm?" He thrust a hand up her skirt and wriggled a hand into her panties. "Aw damn, yer soaked! Do I turn you on that much?"
She wheezed and squirmed as he toyed with her sensitive folds.
"Hey, I asked you a question, baby. So? You got the hots for Present Mic?"
She bit her lip, eyes wide. "Yes," she admitted in a tiny voice.
"Ohhh, my shit. This can't be freakin' happening. Ain't lyin', are ya?"
"No, Mic," she told him firmly. "That's why I want you to stop. You're clearly under the influence of something."
"Yeah," he snickered. "You." His mouth brushed hers and she groaned, trembling and cursing herself for not being able to resist. "Ffffuckkk," he gasped. "You're seriously into this. Good. Great..." He kept on kissing her, every time more passionate than the last until they were both whining, gasping for air as they thrashed against one another. Mic had removed her underwear and she was dazed with her desire until she heard the clack of his belt, the whisper of a zipper.
"Oh, no, Mic, wait!"
"Nuh," he grunted, pinning her to the wall and moving forward. "Gotta have you. Waited too long, sweet thing."
His mouth covered hers in a deep kiss, swallowing her cry when he thrust. It was over fast and he shuddered all over, his eyes rolling back in his head as he passed out at the end.
Elly had to clean them both up, yank her panties back on and redress him before she could drag him to the nurse's office.
Chiyo ran his blood work and found traces of an aphrodisiac drug that caused males to zero in on their desires. She stared closely at the Insanity Hero and motioned for her to sit. Mic was still unconscious and laying on a cot, so she sat on the chair next to it.
"These types cause the affected to overload, so to speak, when they've completed their needs."
Elly carefully kept her face as neutral as possible. "Oh?"
The nurse sighed. "Girl, did he force himself on you? He's got all the signs and so do you."
"Oh, Chiyo, no ... I can't. I love him." She covered her face with her shaking hands. "Please don't report this."
"Do you need a pill?"
She nodded solemnly. "Let's be on the safe side and say yes."
"All right." She grabbed a packet from a locked top drawer in her cabinet. "Make sure to follow the instructions. You take one pill in seventy-two hours and then another one twelve later."
"He's going to be inconsolable when he realizes what he did."
"Yes. Good thing you're a counselor." She thought for a moment, then took out a thin metal device and what looked like a leather collar out. "I'm going to put this on him for when he wakes - otherwise I'm sure we'll all have our eardrums blasted out."
"What is it?" Her ears pricked forward nervously as she watched her fasten the metal to one side and clip the collar on his neck.
"Quirk dampener."
"Ahh."
"I know he's a good man," the older woman told Elly firmly. "And this wasn't entirely his fault. Let him know that."
"Ughhh... th'hell happened?" Mic groaned wearily.
"He's awake. Take him back to his apartment to let him recover. I'll clock you both out and let the staff know he was drugged - but not the details."
"Thanks, Chiyo. C'mon, Mikey, we're taking the rest of the day off."
He walked hunched over, his eyes haunted behind those shiny orange glasses. With every step he took he was certain something was dreadfully wrong. They were lucky and made it all the way across campus to the teacher's complex before he remembered.
His face drained of all color and he dropped to his knees, his mouth open in a soundless cry.
"Keys!" She held her hand out and snapped brusquely to cut through his dismay. He dug through a pocket and tremblingly handed them to her. "Thanks. Sorry... let's get in before you collapse though, okay?"
Once inside he ran into the bedroom and she had to rush after him so he couldn't lock himself in. Instead he moved as far away from her that he could, sinking down to the floor and wailing.
"Oh my god, Ches! I'm so sorry!"
"Hizashi, I talked to Chiyo. She said it wasn't your fault. Now come on, get up."
He only sobbed harder, and she was very glad that the nurse had attached the dampener to his neck. All six feet one inch of the Voice Hero was curled into a tight ball that was crammed into a corner of his room. His glasses and speaker lay on the edge of the bed where he had flung them.
"Hey," she tried again, "maybe you should get off the floor? It can't be comfortable."
There was a loud but thankfully muted scream that ended with what she thought sounded like, "Don't deserve it!" He dug his hands through his hair, pulling the heavily waxed tresses down in chunks.
Elly winced. "Please be careful. I'm really fine."
His head popped up and he sniffled, tears running down his pale cheeks. He looked oddly naked without his glasses, and very vulnerable. "Noooo," he whimpered. "I forced myself on you. It's the worst thing ever. It had to hurt!"
She wiped his tears away with a tissue but more kept coming. "It wasn't one of your finer moments, okay? But you can't fight what happened to you like that. You were under the influence of an outside source, like I said."
"No!" Now he was angry, slamming a fist on his thigh. "I'm a hero! I don't do things that hurt people!"
Elly sighed and sat down on the floor with him. "Hizashi, I had a spectacular orgasm."
To his credit, this was one of the top things he hadn't expected to hear. It stopped him cold, and he whacked a palm on the side of his head. "You said what?"
"You made me feel good, not bad." Elly tentatively wrapped an arm around his shoulders as she knelt in front of him. "Even in your altered state, you were considerate and, well ... loving." She bit her lip, but he saw her eyes well up as she spoke.
"Um. There's a - there's a really good reason for that last part," he admitted shyly.
She placed her other arm around him, curling them around his neck. "Please tell me," she said quietly. "I - I've wanted you for a long time. I've loved you for a long time."
"You weren't lyin', then? During the - when I..? To keep me docile?" He sounded hopeful.
"Is that what you think? No, I wasn't lying when I told you I'm madly in love with Present Mic. Hizashi Yamada, too." She touched his cheek fondly.
"H - huh - holy shit. I do love you."
"Then let's try again. This time, show me how you wanted it to be."
He shivered, his green eyes filling with tears again. "Can I ..? You're not scared of me?"
"I could never be scared of you, Zashi."
"I - but I don't know if I can."
"I'll help," she murmured, kissing him on the cheek. He turned and hesitantly met her mouth with his own.
It took much longer and there was some crying on both their parts, but in the end love won out. He was softer, gentler and cautious, kissing her all over and holding back although her touches clearly inflamed him.
She was glad once again for the quirk dampener when he threw his head back during his orgasm, his throat working convulsively.
Hizashi popped the collar free and sighed. "Don't need this now. Although... I wonder if she'd let us keep it. For, y'know - next time. Lots of next times."
Elly smiled and held him tight.
Mic's entire body stiffened. He stood there, stunned, a bright red blush creeping up his neck. He felt very strange, and started to say so when she dropped one of the outrageous pompoms she was carrying.
"Crap." Sighing, she bent down in front of him to pick them up, her tail lifting in the air, and miaowed loudly as it was swiftly grasped in a leather-gloved hand. Mic pulled her up and pushed her back to the wall nearby.
"Present Mic! What the hell do you think you're... do ..." She trailed off as she saw his face.
He stared down at her with a dark little smirk, his eyes alternately squinted and huge. His cheeks were bright red and his ears burned, too - but the rest of him appeared very pale. His gorgeous green eyes whirled with lust.
"Shh," he admonished in a low whisper as he held one finger to her lips. "Don't want the kiddos to hear, do ya?"
She shook her head, her eyes huge.
"Awright. Then we understand each other. No yellin' - that's my thing, after all --" He snickered a little, "and no disappearing. Got it? I can still hold an invisible tail." He tugged harder and she choked back a cry. "Oooh, kitty likes when I do that, doesn't she? That turn you on, babe?"
"Please, Mic, not my tail," she begged quietly.
He leaned closer, his nose touching hers and his mouth a mere inch away. "But you li-i-ike it."
"M - Mic!"
"I know you do. Let's find out how much, hmm?" He thrust a hand up her skirt and wriggled a hand into her panties. "Aw damn, yer soaked! Do I turn you on that much?"
She wheezed and squirmed as he toyed with her sensitive folds.
"Hey, I asked you a question, baby. So? You got the hots for Present Mic?"
She bit her lip, eyes wide. "Yes," she admitted in a tiny voice.
"Ohhh, my shit. This can't be freakin' happening. Ain't lyin', are ya?"
"No, Mic," she told him firmly. "That's why I want you to stop. You're clearly under the influence of something."
"Yeah," he snickered. "You." His mouth brushed hers and she groaned, trembling and cursing herself for not being able to resist. "Ffffuckkk," he gasped. "You're seriously into this. Good. Great..." He kept on kissing her, every time more passionate than the last until they were both whining, gasping for air as they thrashed against one another. Mic had removed her underwear and she was dazed with her desire until she heard the clack of his belt, the whisper of a zipper.
"Oh, no, Mic, wait!"
"Nuh," he grunted, pinning her to the wall and moving forward. "Gotta have you. Waited too long, sweet thing."
His mouth covered hers in a deep kiss, swallowing her cry when he thrust. It was over fast and he shuddered all over, his eyes rolling back in his head as he passed out at the end.
Elly had to clean them both up, yank her panties back on and redress him before she could drag him to the nurse's office.
Chiyo ran his blood work and found traces of an aphrodisiac drug that caused males to zero in on their desires. She stared closely at the Insanity Hero and motioned for her to sit. Mic was still unconscious and laying on a cot, so she sat on the chair next to it.
"These types cause the affected to overload, so to speak, when they've completed their needs."
Elly carefully kept her face as neutral as possible. "Oh?"
The nurse sighed. "Girl, did he force himself on you? He's got all the signs and so do you."
"Oh, Chiyo, no ... I can't. I love him." She covered her face with her shaking hands. "Please don't report this."
"Do you need a pill?"
She nodded solemnly. "Let's be on the safe side and say yes."
"All right." She grabbed a packet from a locked top drawer in her cabinet. "Make sure to follow the instructions. You take one pill in seventy-two hours and then another one twelve later."
"He's going to be inconsolable when he realizes what he did."
"Yes. Good thing you're a counselor." She thought for a moment, then took out a thin metal device and what looked like a leather collar out. "I'm going to put this on him for when he wakes - otherwise I'm sure we'll all have our eardrums blasted out."
"What is it?" Her ears pricked forward nervously as she watched her fasten the metal to one side and clip the collar on his neck.
"Quirk dampener."
"Ahh."
"I know he's a good man," the older woman told Elly firmly. "And this wasn't entirely his fault. Let him know that."
"Ughhh... th'hell happened?" Mic groaned wearily.
"He's awake. Take him back to his apartment to let him recover. I'll clock you both out and let the staff know he was drugged - but not the details."
"Thanks, Chiyo. C'mon, Mikey, we're taking the rest of the day off."
He walked hunched over, his eyes haunted behind those shiny orange glasses. With every step he took he was certain something was dreadfully wrong. They were lucky and made it all the way across campus to the teacher's complex before he remembered.
His face drained of all color and he dropped to his knees, his mouth open in a soundless cry.
"Keys!" She held her hand out and snapped brusquely to cut through his dismay. He dug through a pocket and tremblingly handed them to her. "Thanks. Sorry... let's get in before you collapse though, okay?"
Once inside he ran into the bedroom and she had to rush after him so he couldn't lock himself in. Instead he moved as far away from her that he could, sinking down to the floor and wailing.
"Oh my god, Ches! I'm so sorry!"
"Hizashi, I talked to Chiyo. She said it wasn't your fault. Now come on, get up."
He only sobbed harder, and she was very glad that the nurse had attached the dampener to his neck. All six feet one inch of the Voice Hero was curled into a tight ball that was crammed into a corner of his room. His glasses and speaker lay on the edge of the bed where he had flung them.
"Hey," she tried again, "maybe you should get off the floor? It can't be comfortable."
There was a loud but thankfully muted scream that ended with what she thought sounded like, "Don't deserve it!" He dug his hands through his hair, pulling the heavily waxed tresses down in chunks.
Elly winced. "Please be careful. I'm really fine."
His head popped up and he sniffled, tears running down his pale cheeks. He looked oddly naked without his glasses, and very vulnerable. "Noooo," he whimpered. "I forced myself on you. It's the worst thing ever. It had to hurt!"
She wiped his tears away with a tissue but more kept coming. "It wasn't one of your finer moments, okay? But you can't fight what happened to you like that. You were under the influence of an outside source, like I said."
"No!" Now he was angry, slamming a fist on his thigh. "I'm a hero! I don't do things that hurt people!"
Elly sighed and sat down on the floor with him. "Hizashi, I had a spectacular orgasm."
To his credit, this was one of the top things he hadn't expected to hear. It stopped him cold, and he whacked a palm on the side of his head. "You said what?"
"You made me feel good, not bad." Elly tentatively wrapped an arm around his shoulders as she knelt in front of him. "Even in your altered state, you were considerate and, well ... loving." She bit her lip, but he saw her eyes well up as she spoke.
"Um. There's a - there's a really good reason for that last part," he admitted shyly.
She placed her other arm around him, curling them around his neck. "Please tell me," she said quietly. "I - I've wanted you for a long time. I've loved you for a long time."
"You weren't lyin', then? During the - when I..? To keep me docile?" He sounded hopeful.
"Is that what you think? No, I wasn't lying when I told you I'm madly in love with Present Mic. Hizashi Yamada, too." She touched his cheek fondly.
"H - huh - holy shit. I do love you."
"Then let's try again. This time, show me how you wanted it to be."
He shivered, his green eyes filling with tears again. "Can I ..? You're not scared of me?"
"I could never be scared of you, Zashi."
"I - but I don't know if I can."
"I'll help," she murmured, kissing him on the cheek. He turned and hesitantly met her mouth with his own.
It took much longer and there was some crying on both their parts, but in the end love won out. He was softer, gentler and cautious, kissing her all over and holding back although her touches clearly inflamed him.
She was glad once again for the quirk dampener when he threw his head back during his orgasm, his throat working convulsively.
Hizashi popped the collar free and sighed. "Don't need this now. Although... I wonder if she'd let us keep it. For, y'know - next time. Lots of next times."
Elly smiled and held him tight.
Class Reunion (Shota)
It was a very long flight from Japan to the United States. And then Elly and Aizawa had to get directly onto another one that took them to her home state besides. They were both shuffling zombies when they reached the hotel they were to stay at and "celebrate" her high school reunion.
Some of her old classmates that were in the lobby snickered, noticing the shuffling, bleary-eyed man beside her. They recognized her from unique her tail and hair, but he was a scruffy enigma. Gossip began to circulate that the "loser" of the class became a pro hero, sure ... but she couldn't get a good man.
Once a loser, always a loser.
Elly wasn't aware of this, however, as she was madly in love with her boyfriend and thought he was the handsomest man alive, clean-shaven or not. She was inordinately proud of him and couldn't wait to introduce him to those that had thrown rocks at her and convinced her she was "so ugly she would never get a guy".
Aizawa knew her school history. She had told him tales that made the hair on the back of his neck rise - the rock-throwing, for one. He hadn't really wanted to meet the adult form of the scum that had hurt his lover as a formative child, but she had wanted his support. She thought she could find some closure if she went, and here they were.
He rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'm going to get ready."
"Sounds great."
He showered, then she took over as he groomed and dressed in a ritual they had practiced every day for work, although there was considerably more grooming done this night. When they emerged from the hotel room they had transformed. Elly's short purple hair was down, softer than she normally wore it, with matching barettes to keep her sidelocks tucked in instead of framing her cheeks. She wore a simple black dress that was shaped nicely to her figure. Aizawa wore a standard black suit and tie.
They strolled inside and found their numbered table near the stage.
Her old classmates stared at them in confusion. Aizawa was very different from the scruffy man that had shambled into the hotel beside her hours ago. He was smartly dressed in an immaculate suit and tie, shaved clean with his long, dark hair tied back in a neat bun. Handsome no longer applied to him in this state, she thought fondly as she smiled at him. He was fucking beautiful.
She didn't realize many of them thought the same of her, as well.
"You okay, Ches?"
"Uh huh. Just admiring the scenery."
He snorted softly and reached out to take her hand. "You're the most gorgeous woman in here tonight, my queen. If anything, I've got the better view."
She smiled at him, speechless and misty eyed.
"Now. Why don't we dance once so we can get it over with?"
Elly laughed and stood up when he did. "There's my Shota. I love you."
He grinned cheekily at her. "I should hope so."
She hadn't known he could dance so well. It was only a slow pace and yet she was utterly swept away by his closeness and the sway of his warm body on hers. His hand rested lightly on her lower back, just above her tail. His other was wrapped intricately about hers and he held it to his heart as they moved. The song was romantic, and though it was in English and he couldn't quite understand all of it, he knew a love song when he heard it. He took her hand and raised it to his lips at the conclusion, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Umm, Sho, I think everyone is staring at us..?"
"Hnf. Someone did their research. I heard my hero name." He sounded disgusted that he had been recognized. "Let's sit again and see what happens."
"Mmn."
"Hey, Elly..." Someone at a close table began. "Is your boyfriend a pro hero?"
"Yes." Her ears flicked in amusement at their astonishment. "Pro heroes tend to be around others, so we date each other a lot. Plus there's a lot you would have to put up with if you're a civilian that we understand. Sometimes it's easier." She looked over at Aizawa and smiled. "I certainly fell in love with him easy enough."
Others chimed in and someone pointed out that he was very quiet.
"Are his eyes open?"
"Uh... yes?"
"Then it's because he speaks very little English. He can understand a lot of what we say but gets his syntax messed up if he speaks."
Aizawa nodded briefly in agreement and offered a simple, "Yes."
"What if he'd had his eyes closed?"
"Then he would have been asleep." She shrugged. "He works hard at two jobs, and his quirk is based on how well he can keep his eyes open. So he naps a lot."
He was putting drops in his eyes at that very moment, which caused some general laughter around.
"Can you translate if we..?"
"Uh huh."
"How'd you two meet?"
Elly turned back to face him. "Hey, baby, they want to ask you some stuff. That okay?"
He shrugged. "I heard him." He looked into the distance, scratching at his chin though there was no stubble there tonight. "You came to us through a school program. I, uh. Looked up your file the night before."
Elly noticed that his cheeks had amazingly started to burn a little in embarrassment.
"I didn't get past the first page where your photo was," he admitted with a woeful grin. "I was ... infatuated immediately. That turned into love later, when we started dating." He finished and looked up.
Elly was staring at him, her eyes wide and filled with tears. "Shota," she whispered.
He choked. "Er - ! Ches, what did I say? Are you all right?" He hurriedly scooted over and laid an arm around her shoulders, encouraging her to lean on him. "Do you feel ill?"
"N - no," she sniffled. "You never told me that. It's so romantic."
"It is?" Aizawa was well aware he was a dry and literal man. He blinked.
"If you translate from Shota to ordinary guy, yes. You basically said it was love at first sight for you."
He blushed harder and thrust his chin down as if to hide in his capture thread that wasn't there. "Eurgh."
"You did."
"I did," he finally admitted with a sigh. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her for a sweet little kiss. "But now you'd better answer your former classmate or I think they're all going to explode or something."
"Oh! Oh yeah!"
No one thought that she was much of a loser after that night. Especially since she had so completely won the heart of such a good man. She could have argued that she had made it on her own merit, but, society being what it was this was her victory.
Besides, it was her heart-bursting pride and love to know he had fallen so hard for her. That was the true accomplishment.
Some of her old classmates that were in the lobby snickered, noticing the shuffling, bleary-eyed man beside her. They recognized her from unique her tail and hair, but he was a scruffy enigma. Gossip began to circulate that the "loser" of the class became a pro hero, sure ... but she couldn't get a good man.
Once a loser, always a loser.
Elly wasn't aware of this, however, as she was madly in love with her boyfriend and thought he was the handsomest man alive, clean-shaven or not. She was inordinately proud of him and couldn't wait to introduce him to those that had thrown rocks at her and convinced her she was "so ugly she would never get a guy".
Aizawa knew her school history. She had told him tales that made the hair on the back of his neck rise - the rock-throwing, for one. He hadn't really wanted to meet the adult form of the scum that had hurt his lover as a formative child, but she had wanted his support. She thought she could find some closure if she went, and here they were.
He rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'm going to get ready."
"Sounds great."
He showered, then she took over as he groomed and dressed in a ritual they had practiced every day for work, although there was considerably more grooming done this night. When they emerged from the hotel room they had transformed. Elly's short purple hair was down, softer than she normally wore it, with matching barettes to keep her sidelocks tucked in instead of framing her cheeks. She wore a simple black dress that was shaped nicely to her figure. Aizawa wore a standard black suit and tie.
They strolled inside and found their numbered table near the stage.
Her old classmates stared at them in confusion. Aizawa was very different from the scruffy man that had shambled into the hotel beside her hours ago. He was smartly dressed in an immaculate suit and tie, shaved clean with his long, dark hair tied back in a neat bun. Handsome no longer applied to him in this state, she thought fondly as she smiled at him. He was fucking beautiful.
She didn't realize many of them thought the same of her, as well.
"You okay, Ches?"
"Uh huh. Just admiring the scenery."
He snorted softly and reached out to take her hand. "You're the most gorgeous woman in here tonight, my queen. If anything, I've got the better view."
She smiled at him, speechless and misty eyed.
"Now. Why don't we dance once so we can get it over with?"
Elly laughed and stood up when he did. "There's my Shota. I love you."
He grinned cheekily at her. "I should hope so."
She hadn't known he could dance so well. It was only a slow pace and yet she was utterly swept away by his closeness and the sway of his warm body on hers. His hand rested lightly on her lower back, just above her tail. His other was wrapped intricately about hers and he held it to his heart as they moved. The song was romantic, and though it was in English and he couldn't quite understand all of it, he knew a love song when he heard it. He took her hand and raised it to his lips at the conclusion, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Umm, Sho, I think everyone is staring at us..?"
"Hnf. Someone did their research. I heard my hero name." He sounded disgusted that he had been recognized. "Let's sit again and see what happens."
"Mmn."
"Hey, Elly..." Someone at a close table began. "Is your boyfriend a pro hero?"
"Yes." Her ears flicked in amusement at their astonishment. "Pro heroes tend to be around others, so we date each other a lot. Plus there's a lot you would have to put up with if you're a civilian that we understand. Sometimes it's easier." She looked over at Aizawa and smiled. "I certainly fell in love with him easy enough."
Others chimed in and someone pointed out that he was very quiet.
"Are his eyes open?"
"Uh... yes?"
"Then it's because he speaks very little English. He can understand a lot of what we say but gets his syntax messed up if he speaks."
Aizawa nodded briefly in agreement and offered a simple, "Yes."
"What if he'd had his eyes closed?"
"Then he would have been asleep." She shrugged. "He works hard at two jobs, and his quirk is based on how well he can keep his eyes open. So he naps a lot."
He was putting drops in his eyes at that very moment, which caused some general laughter around.
"Can you translate if we..?"
"Uh huh."
"How'd you two meet?"
Elly turned back to face him. "Hey, baby, they want to ask you some stuff. That okay?"
He shrugged. "I heard him." He looked into the distance, scratching at his chin though there was no stubble there tonight. "You came to us through a school program. I, uh. Looked up your file the night before."
Elly noticed that his cheeks had amazingly started to burn a little in embarrassment.
"I didn't get past the first page where your photo was," he admitted with a woeful grin. "I was ... infatuated immediately. That turned into love later, when we started dating." He finished and looked up.
Elly was staring at him, her eyes wide and filled with tears. "Shota," she whispered.
He choked. "Er - ! Ches, what did I say? Are you all right?" He hurriedly scooted over and laid an arm around her shoulders, encouraging her to lean on him. "Do you feel ill?"
"N - no," she sniffled. "You never told me that. It's so romantic."
"It is?" Aizawa was well aware he was a dry and literal man. He blinked.
"If you translate from Shota to ordinary guy, yes. You basically said it was love at first sight for you."
He blushed harder and thrust his chin down as if to hide in his capture thread that wasn't there. "Eurgh."
"You did."
"I did," he finally admitted with a sigh. He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her for a sweet little kiss. "But now you'd better answer your former classmate or I think they're all going to explode or something."
"Oh! Oh yeah!"
No one thought that she was much of a loser after that night. Especially since she had so completely won the heart of such a good man. She could have argued that she had made it on her own merit, but, society being what it was this was her victory.
Besides, it was her heart-bursting pride and love to know he had fallen so hard for her. That was the true accomplishment.
Class Reunion (Zashi)
"Ughhh, sweetie. This is the main reason I didn't wanna go to this class reunion." Elly groaned and rubbed at her eyes with a shaky hand. "Virginia is getting on my nerves. She bullied me all through school and just <i>had</i> to always show off how everything she owned was better than everyone else." She paused. "Well, she lost this time. I love you more than anything, sweetie. You're the best."
Hizashi blushed. "Aww, baby. Cute." He kissed her on the nose. "But I got an idea." He chuckled evilly. "Gimme a few, I'll be right back."
The woman known as Virginia continued to parade her hero husband around, clearly proud that no one else had married one. Elly winced when she started mentioning where he worked, knowing it was a glorified desk job and he hadn't been on patrol in ages. No one seemed to care that Elly was a pro herself - especially as she wasn't rubbing it in anyone's faces. No, they probably forgot...
...a fact Hizashi was about to remind them.
A quarter of an hour later he texted her that he was about to come back and to 'get ready', whatever that meant. She perked her ears up when the doors banged open with unnecessary force to reveal her boyfriend dressed in full hero garb and cranked up to way past eleven.
Elly burst out laughing as he shouted, "Hey, hey, look alive in here!"
Virginia looked like she had swallowed a bug, since this stole the attention away from her mediocre pro hero hubby. The worst was yet to come, however, as he waved to everyone in the moment they were all staring, stunned, and walked over to his girlfriend.
"I think they need a little wake me up, huh, babe?" He pulled back her chair and wrapped her in a tight embrace.
"Mikey, you dork," she scolded him gently. "What do you have in mind?"
"Wellll... I'm'a go drop some beats, then get ready for a surprise!"
One of the women at the table next to them leaned over as he bounded off to talk to the DJ.
"Wait, so he was ... your boyfriend is -?"
"Present Mic. Yep." Elly smiled. "We thought we would both forgo the hero costumes, but I guess he wanted to let you all know."
"Oh, my goodness," the woman choked. "You're a pro, too, aren't you? Why - why wasn't that mentioned anywhere?"
"If I had to guess, it's because this school sucks. Virginia probably paid a great deal of money to downplay my success so her marrying a desk-level entry hero looked better." Elly said this with a great big smile on her face. It was as if a gigantic burden had been finally eased off her shoulders. And, of course, who had helped her remove it? The most wonderful, supportive and loving man of her life.
Who was currently mixing two popular songs of their day into a bass-heavy masterpiece. She giggled, clapping a hand to her mouth.
"Hey, just habit. Can't help it when there's music! I'm here as a guest tonight - y'all might've been introduced to me as Elly's boyfriend. We met when she came over in her own pro capacity to teach at U.A."
Many others were nodding and talking animatedly amongst themselves now. There was a fact that had been very well glossed over. Someone from their class was a pro hero and working at the most prestigious school.
Virginia looked about ready to explode, but then her husband patted her hand a bit shame-facedly and murmured in her ear. She relaxed a little, smugly staring at her wedding band which she thrust out in front of her. The implication was obvious - <i>she</i> married her pro hero. Elly would probably break up with hers.
This little play acting was lost on Mic, who didn't even see it but in a generous blast of righteous karma pulled out a small box and held out his hand on the stage.
"Hey, baby, come up here. I got something to say."
Several ladies squealed, guessing what was about to happen. Clueless, Elly wandered over and he helped her up to stand beside him on stage.
"What are you doing, Zashi?"
"Trust me." He winked at her and held out the box, coughing lightly. Her eyes widened, and she gasped when he popped it open, revealing the engagement ring inside. She was even more surprised when he rapped a little lyrical proposal about how he couldn't live without her, concluding with the usual question.
"I love <i>you</i> more'n anything, princess. Will you marry me?"
She nodded furiously, tears rolling down her face.
No one saw the school bully as she stormed out of the venue, husband in tow. He glanced back once and grinned at the couple, however. It was nice to see true love as it flourished in a stable relationship. He got the feeling those two would be together forever.
Hizashi blushed. "Aww, baby. Cute." He kissed her on the nose. "But I got an idea." He chuckled evilly. "Gimme a few, I'll be right back."
The woman known as Virginia continued to parade her hero husband around, clearly proud that no one else had married one. Elly winced when she started mentioning where he worked, knowing it was a glorified desk job and he hadn't been on patrol in ages. No one seemed to care that Elly was a pro herself - especially as she wasn't rubbing it in anyone's faces. No, they probably forgot...
...a fact Hizashi was about to remind them.
A quarter of an hour later he texted her that he was about to come back and to 'get ready', whatever that meant. She perked her ears up when the doors banged open with unnecessary force to reveal her boyfriend dressed in full hero garb and cranked up to way past eleven.
Elly burst out laughing as he shouted, "Hey, hey, look alive in here!"
Virginia looked like she had swallowed a bug, since this stole the attention away from her mediocre pro hero hubby. The worst was yet to come, however, as he waved to everyone in the moment they were all staring, stunned, and walked over to his girlfriend.
"I think they need a little wake me up, huh, babe?" He pulled back her chair and wrapped her in a tight embrace.
"Mikey, you dork," she scolded him gently. "What do you have in mind?"
"Wellll... I'm'a go drop some beats, then get ready for a surprise!"
One of the women at the table next to them leaned over as he bounded off to talk to the DJ.
"Wait, so he was ... your boyfriend is -?"
"Present Mic. Yep." Elly smiled. "We thought we would both forgo the hero costumes, but I guess he wanted to let you all know."
"Oh, my goodness," the woman choked. "You're a pro, too, aren't you? Why - why wasn't that mentioned anywhere?"
"If I had to guess, it's because this school sucks. Virginia probably paid a great deal of money to downplay my success so her marrying a desk-level entry hero looked better." Elly said this with a great big smile on her face. It was as if a gigantic burden had been finally eased off her shoulders. And, of course, who had helped her remove it? The most wonderful, supportive and loving man of her life.
Who was currently mixing two popular songs of their day into a bass-heavy masterpiece. She giggled, clapping a hand to her mouth.
"Hey, just habit. Can't help it when there's music! I'm here as a guest tonight - y'all might've been introduced to me as Elly's boyfriend. We met when she came over in her own pro capacity to teach at U.A."
Many others were nodding and talking animatedly amongst themselves now. There was a fact that had been very well glossed over. Someone from their class was a pro hero and working at the most prestigious school.
Virginia looked about ready to explode, but then her husband patted her hand a bit shame-facedly and murmured in her ear. She relaxed a little, smugly staring at her wedding band which she thrust out in front of her. The implication was obvious - <i>she</i> married her pro hero. Elly would probably break up with hers.
This little play acting was lost on Mic, who didn't even see it but in a generous blast of righteous karma pulled out a small box and held out his hand on the stage.
"Hey, baby, come up here. I got something to say."
Several ladies squealed, guessing what was about to happen. Clueless, Elly wandered over and he helped her up to stand beside him on stage.
"What are you doing, Zashi?"
"Trust me." He winked at her and held out the box, coughing lightly. Her eyes widened, and she gasped when he popped it open, revealing the engagement ring inside. She was even more surprised when he rapped a little lyrical proposal about how he couldn't live without her, concluding with the usual question.
"I love <i>you</i> more'n anything, princess. Will you marry me?"
She nodded furiously, tears rolling down her face.
No one saw the school bully as she stormed out of the venue, husband in tow. He glanced back once and grinned at the couple, however. It was nice to see true love as it flourished in a stable relationship. He got the feeling those two would be together forever.
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