PYHUR - Radio Show

"Get ready," Present Mic told his new helper with a comical wiggle of his mustache. "We're on all early mornin' long from one to five. Wears a lotta people out, hero or not."

He left to toggle a few switches and make sure things were ready for the show.

Elly paced the room, her striped tail flicking lazily around in the air. She had offered to be here for his broadcast because she wanted to get closer to him, though they were pretty friendly already. She simply wanted more. Seeing him never failed to cause her stomach to flutter nervously and her throat to tighten. She knew she was hopelessly in love.

"Mmm," she purred softly to herself, not realizing he could hear her through his headphones from the open speaker in the room. "No problem. I could do you all morning long." She giggled wickedly to herself and then sighed. "No matter. Lovesick foolishness will get me nowhere." The little venting made her feel better, though. She took a deep breath and started towards the door when it flung shockingly open.

Mic stood there with an enormous grin on his flushed face. His eyes sparkled with such mischief that she took a step back, her hand clutching her heart.

So cute!

"Hey," he chuckled as the door latched shut behind him. "Ya realize this was still on, right?" He strode over to the console and snapped the switch off.

OH NO.

Elly panicked.

Her mind went into flight mode; she searched wildly around but he was deliberately blocking her escape, his eyes searching hers for answers. She finally managed a little squeak.

"S - sorry!"

Mic raised an eyebrow. Then his grin grew sly, more wicked. One of his eyes squinted at her while the other remained wide and he crossed his arms as he stared down at her.

"What'cha sorry for?"

"I, err..."

"Did you mean what ya said, baby?"

Tell him anything tell him something for fuck's sake just don't screw this up!

...

Wait, what did he call me?!

Everything shut down. She nodded, then wobbled as her breathing had gotten too fast and she felt lightheaded. He stepped quickly over and caught her in one arm, pulling her against him for support.

"Oooh, a yes! Now for the harder questions. I need you to repeat that, baby. Give me a clear go ahead."

Her face darkened, and she squeaked, nodding again.

"Nuh uh," he said, his lips twitching with the hope of a smile. "This time you gotta call in to win, baby." He popped the catch on his neck gear and unfastened it, then did the same to hers as she stared, stunned.

Elly's mouth fell open and then snapped shut before she could answer. She wasn't sure this was really happening. It couldn't be.

"Els? Babe?" He reached out and snapped once in front of her eyes. "Oh, man. Did I break you?"

She was startled enough to laugh at this strange comment. "I'm okay."

"Phew." He leaned on the wall with one arm so he could get closer to her. "Good. Now, where were we?" His fingers delicately traced the stripes on the side of her bodysuit.

"M - Mic!"

He chuckled wickedly, his greenish-gold eyes alternately squinted and large as he stared down at her. "You let it slip that you want me to rock you, baby. I'm not letting you go without an answer."

"Oh my god." She gasped when his gloved hand gently cupped the side of her face. "This can't be happening."

"It won't unless you give me a green light, sweet thing. I'm not gonna force myself on ya, as much as I really, really want you." His thumb rubbed gently along her jaw.

"Aren't you on the air soon?!"

"Nope, sweet thing. I play nonstop music, remember? It's early-early-early, an' for all intents an' purposes we're alone in the studio. We can be as loud," he hummed suggestively into her ear, "as we want."

"Oh, god, Mic."

"Hold that thought if you wanna call me god," he teased. "You hafta tell me what I need to hear before I c'n work my magic." He nuzzled just under her throat, kissing the wildly throbbing pulse and then humming with his special talent.

"Yes! Y - your quirk, wow! I want you, please yes."

"Ding ding ding." He husked seductively against her skin, his quirk vibrating and causing shivers to run up her spine. "We have ..." His hands reached around and cupped her behind as he lifted his head to breathe into her mouth. "... a winner," he said softly before pressing his mouth to her own.

They kissed for a long time while the set list ran in the other room. His listeners would never know that tonight Mic was making music, not just playing it.

"Here, later we can get completely naked but for now..." He unfastened his belt buckle and unzipped his tight leather pants. "I'm'a just drop trou, babe. You ready?" She leaned back against the wall and spread her legs, causing him to suck air in through his teeth. "That's a big fuckin' yes."

"Mic," she chided even as he drew close again.

"Heh. Sorry. I get real loose with talkin' an' swearin' when I get super excited."

She purred as he brought himself to contact with her thigh, rubbing gently on the pale flesh. "You're excited, all right."

"Oh, hey," he grinned. "You like?" Without waiting for an answer he reached down and slid a finger deep inside her warmth. She gasped loudly. "Feels like you do."

"More."

"Yeah. I want it, too." This time he slid something much thicker than his finger against her folds, sliding up but not inside.

"Ohhh shit," she moaned. "Oh, Mikey, yesss..!"

"Mikey?! That's hot," he panted. "Tuh - unghhh! -- tell Mikey how much you want him."

She laid her ears back as he kept moving, sliding his length carefully along her open body. The rubbery tension in her loins was incredible, unbearable, and she let out a breathy scream as she grabbed his jacket for purchase. "Please Mic, Present Mic! Just please give it to me I'm so close! I wanna come with you inside me!"

He gasped hoarsely and pulled back, his chest heaving as he stared at her in awe. Never had he thought he could make a woman lose herself with pleasure enough to beg; it had been a fantasy of his, in fact.

"Oh, baby," he said, his voice dropping suddenly in that way he had when he was deadly serious. "You - you ... I'll do anything for you."

"Yes," she moaned as she felt him angling differently below. "Mic - Hizashi..."

"Oh, shit," he whined, shaking all over as he slowly thrust. "M'not gonna last long. Y - your little whimpers an' sighs, an' all th' cute squirming..." He paused, breathing heavily. "Babe, seriously, am I doin' that good?"

"You're amazing," she sighed dreamily.

"No, you - you're ... ugh!" He set his forehead to hers and gave her the biggest, sappiest smile, still moving below. "I love you," he sighed in a wistfully defeated tone. It destroyed her completely and she screamed in pleasure, riding back as hard and fast as she could. This brought him off as well and his startled yell broke not one, not two, but all three of the supposedly sound proof glass panes in the room.

He winced.

"Ahhhh, shit. That's gonna cost a fortune to replace. Still..." He kissed her on the nose as they parted to clean up and tuck themselves back together. "Worth it!"

"I'll help," she murmured with a weak smile. "It's a small price to pay for coming together at last."

"You said it, babe. Now, uh, you know where they might keep a dustpan or somethin'? I ain't never had to clean up in here before."