Thrift Shop (Feat. Aizawa)

It was one of Hizashi's favorite places to shop. He liked older things, used objects and stuff with history behind them. The low prices were another incentive, but really, he found himself in the local thrift shop that Saturday simply because he wanted to have some fun. As he was cruising the aisles, not really paying too much attention, he spotted a large bag of brightly colored objects. The tag said the entire contents were only 100 yen.

"Ooh." He frowned as he pulled one out. The colors had attracted him - neon pinks, blues, yellow and green with purple accents. They were so bright and... could it be? He grinned as it slipped out into his hand.

Slap bracelets!

Hizashi giggled faintly and snapped the thin, fuzzy coated plastic on his wrist once before returning it to the bag.

"I'm totally gettin' this," he grinned, tossing the entire bag in his cart.

Clothing was next. One had to be careful in selecting items to wear, but Hizashi knew from experience there were brand new things mixed in with the old. He hummed to himself as he flipped through the racks until he spotted a color that was as garish as the bracelets. He picked it out to look more closely at. It was a bright pink crop top, brand new with tags. His greenish-gold eyes widened in delight and he held it up to his chest, humming softly.

"Why the hell would you buy that?" A familiar voice snorted on his right.

"Aizawa?!" He jumped guiltily, clutching his prize as his cheeks blushed almost as pink. "What're you doing here?"

"Shopping." He shrugged. "I don't require new or fancy items."

"But -"

"Also, my question stands," the scruffy man grunted, pointing at the cheeky top.

"Pfft." Hizashi scowled and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Maybe I'm buying something so I can wear it around the house."

"That." His dark eyebrows raised slowly as he stared.

"Why not!" Hizashi stamped one foot on the ground. "It's new, I like the color, and -"

"...and I bet you'd look sexy as hell in it." A soft purr from behind them made them both jump this time. The school's counselor was standing there with a few shirts draped over her arm. Her fangs showed in a huge grin.

"Ches!" Hizashi's face burned hotter as he thrust the evidence in his cart.

"Really? In that?" Aizawa frowned.

"Tell you what," she said, her grin widening further. "If you buy 'that' and promise to wear it tonight, I'll pick up some beer and drop by."

The Voice Hero choked as, for once in his life, he lost his ability to speak. His throat closed up and all he could do was nod frantically. Aizawa watched all of this in amusement.

"Good. I'll stop by at eight if that's okay."

"Yeah," he managed to wheeze with a dopey smile plastered across his blushing face.

"I finally know how to shut you up after fifteen years." The homeroom teacher snorted laughter after she was gone. Hizashi didn't pay attention, instead choosing to watch as she paid for her items and left.

Now he just had to wait until eight o'clock.

Elly was just as excited, and time seemed to slow to a crawl when she got back home. His apartment was only a few over from hers, and she had to reign herself in several times before she could dash over early. Though it was nearly killing her, she waited until it was the agreed-upon time before knocking at his door.

When it swung open she was not disappointed. Hizashi was wearing the crop top, which slid over one of his bare shoulders, exposing the pale skin there as well as his toned midriff. He also had on a pair of jeans so fashionably ripped they were almost indecent. She held her breath when he turned to lead her in and she saw they had a small hole in the back of his right cheek. A flash of bright pink winked back at her, indicating he'd picked matching underwear.

Elly dropped the beer on the coffee table and he whistled lowly. "Hey, now. Ya got th' good stuff."

"I hope I did," she smirked.

Hizashi sat on the couch and stretched his long legs straight ahead of him, propping them up on the table. His feet were bare and she was amused to see that the toenails were painted a sparkly pink. The color was chipping, but there was enough there to notice.

He caught her eye and ran a hand down the back of his head, fingertips grazing the feathering of blond hair that wasn't long enough to pull up into the bun like the rest. "Yeahhh... Eri talked me into that about a week ago." He made a face, scrunching his nose up but then grinned.

"Cute," Elly said with an incredibly soft smile. "Also, I'm noticing a theme here..."

He blushed. "Aw, I just like bright stuff. The yellow we tried first wasn't dark enough to show, or I'd've had that." He wiggled his toes.

She laughed and handed him a beer before taking one herself. Hizashi looked her over carefully as she sat, one eye so squinted his other appeared huge. She had dressed differently then usual, too, in a pair of high-cut denim shorts and a white spaghetti strap top. She wore a purple bra underneath that matched her hair and tail stripes. It was one that was intended to be seen, and he wondered if she had matching underwear like him. His heart started racing and his mouth grew dry at the thought.

A beer would fix that.

Three bottles later, he was pleasantly tipsy and happier than he could remember being in a long time. They chatted about all sorts of topics and the more they spoke the more he wanted her. She liked enough things he did, they knew each other well and worked together. Though that last might be considered a negative to some, he had a lot of jobs and that meant he saw her more often. The alcohol loosened him up enough to make a pass, and he moved slow, leaning into her space as she showed him a video on her phone. When she looked up he was within kissing distance and the red blush on both his ears and the bridge of his nose gave away his intent.

Elly smiled shyly and tilted her head, bringing her lips into contact with his, but just barely. He pressed forward, dabbing with his tongue, and her eyes slipped shut as she allowed him to sweetly deepen the kiss. They savored the pleasure, slowly moving against one another for a long moment.

"Hmm," she murmured, pulling back a bit to catch her breath. "I was wondering if you'd kiss me first."

He raised an eyebrow. "So, if I hadn't, were you gonna make the first move?"

"Maybe... if I didn't chicken out." She ran her fingertips across his bare shoulder and then the soft fabric of the top. "Mnn. This is really nice. What's it made of?"

"Boyfriend material," he replied promptly.

She blinked at him and then smiled, slipping both hands around his neck. "I'd be more than happy to take you up on the offer, if that was one."

Hizashi's mesmerizing eyes held her sway. "Is it okay, then? To say I love you, baby? I - I thought it might be too fast." He chuckled sheepishly, dropping his gaze for a moment. When he looked back up, his stomach fluttered crazily along with his thumping heart.

Elly's eyes were dreamy and dark. Her fingers grazed the back of his neck, stroking the loose hair that spilled as overflow out of his bun. "I love you, too."

"Sh - shit," he wheezed. "C'mere, then. I've been holdin' back, but not anymore."

She fell sideways on him as he pulled her into his lap and he nuzzled her neck, nibbling mischievously when she didn't protest. The nipping turned to sucking as he gave in to an overpowering urge to mark her.

"Zashi," she hissed softly, "everyone will see..."

"Good." He licked his lips and surveyed the red bruise, gauging its size. "I wanna see headlines all over the place about this. Give the media circus some of the bullshit runaround they always play on us before we come out."

"And..?"

"Okay," he admitted sheepishly, "I kinda want to show off. I've pined for ya, babe, just like you did for me. Now let's celebrate, huh?" He smirked and grasped a handful of her left breast, causing her to squeal.

"Let me take the top off, at least -"

"Too slow!" He flipped it up, exposing her bra, and started feeling around for the catch. "Ugh, damn things... aha." It unhooked and her breasts bobbed loose. Hizashi used both hands to caress and rub the hardened nipples, not bothering to take any of her clothing off. She squirmed around, torn between how good it felt and wanting to get rid of the cloth hindering him in his exploration. In the end she settled on giving in to her desires to touch him.

Elly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, dipping instantly inside with no hesitation. Deft fingers rubbed the bulge in the pink fabric of his underwear, purring at the firm, hot lump. "Zashi..?"

His hips jerked and he groaned. "S'okay... if you want." He bent, kissed between her breasts and let her push him onto his back.

"Yes." She tugged and he lifted himself up so she could help undress him. Hizashi bit his lip when her hands returned to his boxer briefs, lingering but not exposing him just yet. He was gorgeous as he lay there, half-dressed with his glasses askew and short top exposing his abdomen. The fine hairs that trailed down his belly into his underwear could be seen this close, and she pet them lovingly. Long, wayward locks of blond also tickled his neck and cheeks and he absently ran a practiced hand through his updo, freeing all of it to fall down his shoulders.

"Pull that back later," he muttered to himself. Then he saw she had frozen in place, staring at him in what appeared to be abject adoration. He blushed harder.

"I've never seen your hair down," she stammered, eyes wide.

"Not many have," he replied.

Elly ran a hand through one side with a peculiar smile touching her lips, admiring the way the light shone on the silken strands. "I like that fact," she said quietly. "I like seeing you in ways others don't."

He really didn't know what to say to that. Thank goodness he didn't need to, because she pulled out and down on his briefs a second later, causing his erect member to spring free. Hizashi flopped weakly back as her hand gripped him firmly but not too hard, stroking with an emphasis on rubbing directly under the tip. She listened to his gasps and bitten-off cries and repeated what made him twitch and jump, his hands balling into fists.

"Ches, ah god, baby I'm too close already," he whined. "S - slow down, or I'm gonna -!"

She paused, then let him slip out of her palm. He shivered hard, a thin whine escaping his throat as he gasped for air. "Got carried away there," she nodded, also breathing heavily. "Okay. I just really loved hearing you."

He squirmed around until he was in a sitting position and held his arms out, beckoning. "Kisses. Now."

Elly laughed giddily and obliged, surprised when his actions were still soft and sweet. She sank into his arms at the gentle licking and nuzzling, smiling when she felt his mustache tickle.

"I wanna make love to you," he hummed in her ear. "You up for that?"

"I'm way ahead of you. We need to talk about safety."

"Uh, I've got my bloodwork for the month here someplace." Pro Heroes were checked routinely since they came into contact with all sorts of fluids. He stood up and opened the drawer on the side table, rummaging through junk and all sorts of bills and papers he threw in there. "Aha!"

Elly grinned at it and shrugged. "I did trust you, but it's nice to have confirmation." She dug around in the bag she'd brought, exclaiming in triumph when her fingers closed on a small envelope. "Here's mine," she said simply.

He took it with trembling fingers and pulled the form out, noting the signature and seal. The fact she had it on her proved she had come over with sex in mind. His heart raced even faster. "So," he whispered dreamily, "we're both clean."

"Uh huh. And I'm on birth control."

"Oh, man," he husked happily before they kissed again. "This has been the best day ever."

"Going to get better."

"Oh, yeah." Hizashi sighed lustily and adjusted his glasses. "So, bedroom? I've got a western bed, you know. Lots of space." He waited for her to roll off his lap and then stood, grimacing when his knees popped loudly. "Urgh. Maybe I should do some stretches first. M'not as young as I used to be."

"I can think of several stretches I'd love to see you do."

"Oohh. Kinky." He gestured to the left as they walked down the hall. "That's the bedroom. Oh, an' I gotta warn you ..." She jumped as he stepped quickly up behind her, husking lowly into her ear. "We're gonna need music. I'm a screamer."

Elly felt like she was going to pass out. "Just when I think I can't get more turned on."

"Surprise," he chuckled wickedly. "And hey, this okay?" Music filled the room at the touch of a button on his phone that was charging on the nightstand. It was bass-heavy and reminded her of his hero persona.

"Perfect."

"You ain't seen nothing yet." He grunted softly, stretching out on the bed to reach his nightstand. Elly was inclined to agree, as he was naked from the midriff down and even with only the dim light from the hallway she could see his back flex impressively. A glittery, golden glow shone over black and leopard print sheets as he clicked a lava lamp on. "The glitter starts right away but just wait 'til it heats up."

She climbed onto the bed, discarding her shirt and bra as she went. "I think that's my line."

Hizashi let out a low wolf whistle. "Yeah, baby." He set his glasses aside somewhat regretfully as his vision grew fuzzy without them, but they would be in the way. He tossed the crop top onto the floor and she unbuttoned her pants. "Here, let me." Her jeans were tossed down to land in a pile next to his shirt.

She moaned when he touched her tail to move it out of the way. "Hizashi." Her voice had a syrupy undertone to it that made his heart beat faster.

"Sensitive tail, huh?" He unfastened the velcro on her panties that held the striped fur in, stroking firmly at the base. She curled her hands and her toes, laying her ears back and panting harshly. "Let me hear you, beautiful. Don't hold any sweet cries in." The music masked her wail as his fingers touched her sex for the first time, dipping lightly in and rubbing. Her body was wet and swollen, ready to explode from excitement.

"Please."

"Music to my ears," he murmured and urged her onto her back, crawling on top. "You ready, Ches? Yer super wet, so wanna try without lube?"

"Yes. Please, just take me, Zashi."

"M'gonna move," he whispered, and thrust.

Her legs whipped up on either side of him and wrapped tightly around his waist as he rocked forward. Hizashi had forgotten, in his eagerness, to tie his hair back. The curtain of sweet-smelling blond hair fell about them, covering them in a canopy of silken threads as they kissed. He held himself deep inside her, giving them both time to adjust.

And then he pulled back, gently, before rolling his hips again and again. She matched his movements as he thrust to the rapid beat of the music, never faltering, his eyes locked onto hers and burning as hotly as the fire in her belly.

"God, your eyes," she sobbed. "Zashi - faster, honey -- oh god, they're so sexy."

He raised one eyebrow at her, squinting with a crazy smirk in that way he had when he thought he had the upper hand, and she came before she knew what was happening. Hizashi choked, startled, as she squeezed all around him.

"God, baby, d'ya come already?!"

"Yes!" She writhed under him, his thrusts now plunging into her too-sensitive body. Each new movement dragged a staccato, "Ah, ah, ah!" out of her.

"I'm close, just a second!" He both hated and loved that he was making her squirm so much. He wondered if, someday, he could push her enough to orgasm twice... but not today. The weight in his groin was too much; he really was close. "I'm -!"

"Ohmigod, I can feel it," she gasped. "Oh, Hizashi."

Dazed, Hizashi thought that he really, really loved thrift shopping.