Regression (zashi) 2

Elly shivered in his arms as Hizashi set her down gently on her bed. Her new stuffed animal was placed just as carefully beside the nightstand.

"There," he said lightly. "Now you can grab some clothes and we can maybe get - some, uh, get some dinner..." his voice trailed slowly off in disbelief as she stood, letting the blanket fall before he had a chance to turn around. Her body was full figured, larger on the bottom and her breasts were medium sized, not tiny but not huge. He looked down before he could think fully, and choked when he saw the patch of purple hair at her groin.

"I'd much rather you hold me some more," she breathed softly. "A lot more, to be honest."

"Ch - Ches, baby, are you sure?" His knees went weak and he struggled to keep his eyes above her neck. "This is pretty fast -"

"If anything, I waited too long," Elly said regretfully. "I love you, Hizashi. I was too scared to tell you. But today, you - you treated me better than anyone ever has." She smiled a trembling little smile at him and held her arms out. "Treat me like that again?"

He leaped forward onto the bed, causing the springs to squeak in protest, and buried his face in her neck. "Shit, baby, I love you so much!" The lamp on the nightstand rattled as his quirk activated in his emotion, and he quickly curbed it. "Ya want me, ya got me."

"Yes." She closed her eyes as he moved in for a kiss.

"Mnnn... forever." He moaned, the feel of her naked body on his and her lips parting overwhelming him. Hizashi kissed her so sweetly that she went limp in his arms, rolling her neck back when they parted.

"Forever... oh, god, you're so <i>romantic</i>."

"When it comes to you," he clarified. "Only with you, baby." His hands caressed her smooth back and she shivered. "Sensitive tail?" He listened intently as her breath hitched at his touch. "That's a yes."

"Zashi..." She slurred his name in a pleasure-induced fog as he stroked the silky, striped fur. "Nngh, yeah. Stroke the base, l - like that. Just like that."

"What if I nibble on your neck at the same time? How 'bout that?" He suited action to the words and she was moaning in ecstacy in seconds, the fur under his fingers fluffing out. He sucked light marks all over her neck and throat, careful not to make them too visible, until his glasses slipped and almost fell.

"Err, whoops. Lemme just get rid of these." He slipped them off and placed them aside. "They're in the way. All righty, then - where was I? Oh!" Her hands gripped the back of his suit, tugging impatiently.

"Get rid of all this," she purred. "You look absolutely gorgeous in it, Zashi sweetie, but I want to see you naked."

"Hmm!" Her hands groped further down and he jerked upright, the spirals in his eyes thickening in intensity. "Yeah, yeah... watch me."

The beautiful fabric piled around him on the floor as he unfastened and stripped every last bit, revealing an expanse of chest hair that trailed past his navel into the slacks. He unbundled and unzipped, then hooked his fingers in the waist and pulled slowly, revealing slightly jutting hips and a tantalizing glimpse of gold underwear.

"You like?"

"Ever the entertainer, huh?" She licked her lips, staring at the shiny fabric. "Are those boxers or briefs?"

"You tell me." He pulled the pants off, revealing a pair of shiny boxer briefs with a black elastic band.

"Zashi?"

"Uh huh?" He paused with a sly smile as he climbed back onto the bed.

"Are those, um. Are those Present Mic underwear?"

"What else would <i>Present Mic</i> wear?" He raised an eyebrow at her, his smile turning into a gigantic grin.

"You're too much." But she let him press her down onto the mattress, her head coming to rest on her pillow.

"Comfy?" He kissed her, lingering on her lips with a soft hum. "Oh, and is there anything we need to discuss?"

"Nope. Clean and on BC."

"Me, too. Uh, well, clean that is." He paused in the act of nuzzling at her lips with his own. "Wait. Does that mean you're okay with me coming inside of you?"

Elly nodded shyly, and watched as the color rushed into his face and down his neck. "Oh. Oh... baby, I - I've never, uh. I never did that before."

"Me neither," she admitted sheepishly.

"Whoa." He shook himself and wisps of blond hair fell down to tickle his cheeks. He tucked them behind his ears without a thought. "I'm touched. And happy. Is that cool? I mean, I don't wanna be a possessive boyfriend, but I <i>like</i> you giving me a special part of you like that. An' vice versa."

"I'm happy about it."

He laughed out loud, unable to contain his joy. "Then let's get rockin'." She would have made a remark about that, but he kissed her very firmly on the lips and she surrendered to his awkward adorableness. He rubbed his nose along her neck in affection, and his pointy mustache tickled her enough to make her squirm.

"Zashi, your mustache -"

"Hmm?" His head perked up from where he'd been grazing on her throat. "Oh. Too tickly?" He wiggled his upper lip, and she giggled like a schoolgirl. "Sorry, babe. That's part of the territory."

"No, I love it. It's so you and I always wanted to know what it would feel like when we kissed, or on my skin..." Elly sighed dreamily.

"Then it's your lucky day," he crooned softly, trailing his lips down to the swell of her breasts. "Did I, uh, mention I have a bit of an oral fixation?"

"What?"

His muffled moan mixed with hers as he devoured her nipples, one after the other with such zeal that she was shocked to find she was getting close to orgasm without his touch or penetration. After fifteen minutes, she lay weak on the bed underneath him, her hands clutching his head and fingers entwined in his wealth of golden hair.

"I'm - I'm too close, and I want to touch you, too," she whined the next time he came up for air.

"Close already? Is that possible?!" He blinked at her, his green eyes wide. She took the opportunity to pull him close and kiss his neck, moving down to his shoulders while her hands explored his chest. He was lean, but his abdomen was firm and lightly sculpted, enough to trace the individual muscles. The fine line of hair that led into his underwear spread again in a small puff on his lower belly. Elly ruffled her fingers through this, and he groaned and lifted his hips in a silent plea.

She pulled out and down, freeing him from the branded merchandise with his Hero name on the rear. Hizashi kicked them off and bit his lip, holding his cries in as she reached out to touch him for the first time. She stroked him for only a couple of minutes before his pants and breathy groans became high-pitched and desperate.

"Ch - Ches!"

"Uh huh."

"If yer close, can I..? Next time we'll go slower, promise," he added quickly. "But damn, babygirl, you're so hot I doubt I can hold out much longer."

"It's okay," she nodded. "I know. I'm the same, just - just want you in me."

"Get ready," he gulped, trying to breathe slowly as he rubbed on her thigh. "Ohhh, next time I'm gonna touch you <i>so</i> much more. But for now..." Hizashi closed his eyes and thrust.

What happened after that was the sort of sex they write about in cheap novels and some kinds of fanfiction. Neither would remember particular moments, but both would recall the pleasure. For Hizashi, it was an unparalleled, crushing weight that snapped all at once, freeing him from the agonizing buildup in several long, hard bursts that left him seeing stars. Elly, on the other hand, burned from the massive, tingling electricity in her lower regions, climbing higher and higher until there was a jolt and suddenly a spike of pleasure shot through her. It radiated from her loins and in the midst she felt a warmth and wetness on her thighs that made her purr with more than satisfaction.

"Oh god," Hizashi was babbling when she came around. "Sorry, I didn't know just how much of a mess this would be!"

"Mmn, s'fine. You want to take a shower together and clean up?"

"Oh." He grinned, and nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds like a great idea!"

Elly laughed and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "I love you."

"Hell, yeah," He hummed, his quirk vibrating through her. "I love you too."

Regression (zashi) 1

"Mic! Mic, <i>help</i>!" Elly's voice screamed out in the night, panicky and <i>loud</i> - Hizashi had been proud, as a Voice Hero, on some level as he leaped over fallen signs and crackling electric poles littering the street. Despite his speed, however, the villains were already gone by the time he got to her side.

They both would have chased after them, but his partner on patrol was not in any shape to perform further Hero work.

His eyes widened and his mouth went dry when he saw her, clinging to a street lamp and shivering in terror. She was so very frightened, her purple eyes giant and shining with unscheduled tears.

She was also approximately five years old.

Hizashi woke with a start, wincing at a pain in his neck from sleeping upright on the dormitory couch without a pillow. He glanced over at his side, where a trembly little bundle huddled tight against him.

"You're awake," Kayama murmured from the other couch. "I was just about to get you up. Ches - err, Elly, here, is having a little problem."

Hizashi curled a protective arm around the girl beside him. "You okay, princess?"

"N - no," she squeaked faintly. "I'm scared, Mr. Mic."

"Just Mic," he reminded her with a smile.

"M - Mic."

"Hmm. Well, you're gonna be, ah, with us for a little while longer." <i>Until the quirk wears off</i>. "Maybe we should go out. Have some fun!"

Her cat's ears slowly perked up. "Fun?"

Hizashi drove them all to the mall in his vintage sports car. Kayama was less than thrilled with sitting in the back, but she managed when she saw that Elly wouldn't be parted from Hizashi. She had latched onto the man like some sort of duckling, trusting only him and following him close everywhere he went.

Kayama supposed there was some sort of psychological reason behind her behavior that adult Elly would know, but she had her own ideas. The counselor and English teacher had been pining for each other for nearly a year. It was clear to everyone but them, of course, but she had a feeling that after this it might come spilling out.

"You're way too okay with this, Yamada," Kayama said in disgust. She watched as Elly hesitantly picked out a purple glitter dress and gasped at how it sparkled prettily in the light of the shop. His first idea was to take her shopping for a pretty dress fit for a princess. Kayama had invited herself along to keep up appearances, and she had helpfully pointed out one of the better children's shops to him. "Her being this young, I mean."

"No! Hey, it's not like that! It's just - okay, look, she wasn't treated well as a kid. I want to give her the absolute love she didn't get from her dad..."

"Ew!"

"That's not what I meant!" He snapped, his ears burning. He adjusted his red-rimmed glasses nervously. "You were 'daddy's little princess', right? Every girl should be. <i>Her</i> father figures tortured her instead."

Midnight showed a rush of sudden understanding, her eyes widening. "That's why you call her that."

"Yeah." He watched her looking at the price tag and sighed, knowing he'd have to convince her to get what she really wanted. "An' she's that age now. I can do that for her. We're going to get all dressed an' I'm'a take her out to the best cake cafe and everything."

"Wait, you're getting dressed too?"

"Yep." He pulled a suit out of the bag that nearly blinded her with its beauty. It was a regal purple and blue combo, the same as all the dresses Elly had been looking at. "I bought it across the way when you gals were in the dressing room."

"Crushed velvet and ...shit, this must've cost a fortune!"

"I'll buy much more than this," he murmured. "It's worth it. She's worth it."

Elly had been listening to this last as she approached them timidly. "I think this one is okay?"

Hizashi smiled gently down at her. "Is it the one you <i>really</i> want, princess?"

She fidgeted, frowning and confused. "It's pretty," she hedged in a small voice. "And it fit."

He knelt and kissed her forehead. "You deserve exactly the one you want. If this is it, I'll get it for you. But did you maybe see one you liked better..?"

She blushed and refused to answer.

"Hey," Midnight chimed in. "What about this?" She lifted the gorgeous dress she had noticed the cat girl eyeing quite a lot. She seemed frightened to look at it, and Kayama saw why. The one Elly held in her hand was from the clearance rack in the back. This one was far more expensive. "This was the one that looked the best on you, too."

"But -"

"D'ya like it?" Hizashi grinned at her.

"Y - yeah."

"Perfect!" He took the dress and laid it across his arm. "Now let's look at the toys!" His green-gold eyes sparkled with childish glee as he darted off. Elly watched him go, finding herself drawn to him as he wandered about the aisles. Kayama stood staring at the two with a pensive look on her face. She was clearly the third wheel and had been from the start, though she had helped her try on the outfits. She smiled quietly to herself and left the store.

<i>They've got an hour left</i>, she thought. <i>Let him make her as happy as he can.</i>

Elly's tail swished as she gently pulled a huge toy towards her for a hug. The goofy looking critter was soft and cuddly, and for a moment the worried tightness that rested perpetually on her little face eased.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Hizashi peered out from around a corner. "You sure know how to pick 'em, hey? Let's go put him and your dress here up on the counter..."

"It's okay," she said, gingerly replacing the toy.

"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Hizashi blinked down at the fluffy purple monstrosity.

"I do, but it's okay," Elly repeated. She was hesitant to touch or even look at the plush, though her eyes had lit up when she first spotted it sitting next to the display.

<i>She doesn't want to get attached,</i> was his first thought. His heart wrenched with pity and he tried to think of a way to broach the subject correctly.

He snapped his fingers, causing her to jump. "But if we don't ask him if he wants to go home with you, how will we know?"

"It doesn't matter," she told him in a small voice. "He's soft and cuddly and awesome. But he's big, and that means expensive. Plus, you're already spending way too much on me."

Hizashi choked on that. Instead of sobbing in the middle of the store, however, he held the toy up to his ear and pretended to listen for a minute. "Well... okay... uh huh. Oh, is that so?"

She squinted at him like he'd gone insane. "What are you doing?"

Hizashi held the plush out towards her. "He told me he wants to be with you," he said softly. He grinned and rolled his eyes comically. "<i>Personally</i>, I don't blame him. You're such a pretty princess that I want to hang out with you all the time, so I get it, yanno?"

Her hand reached out so slowly he feared she might reject the offering. But, though she was cringing in anticipation of a cruel jest, she placed her hands on the soft fur. Hizashi bit his tongue to hold back his tears when her eyes filled up, spilling down her flushed cheeks.

"Oh," she sniffled, gently hugging the huge stuffed animal in her tiny arms. "You mean it? I - I can really keep him? Even if it's not practical or, or..?"

He nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. <i>I hope she remembers this when she turns back</i>, he thought as she smiled up at him through her tears. <i>Maybe she can hold onto these times as a buffer for the older, painful ones.</i>

They dressed in the mall restrooms and he took her out for cake at a nice cafe. Before long, however, they were hurrying back to the dorm since the hour was approaching where she would revert back to her age-appropriate self. The other teachers had left, giving them privacy for this moment that he was grateful for. Hizashi grabbed a blanket and covered her with it before the quirk wore off. He held her hand as she clutched the stuffed animal he'd bought her and waited.

When it happened he heard her gasp.

"O - oh. Oh, no. Oh my god..."

He jumped around and sure enough, there she was, stunned and naked under the blanket as the clothing had torn when her size exploded to normal.

She was crying.

Hizashi didn't think; he simply acted. He took her by the shoulders and stared into her shining purple eyes. "Ooookay, babe, sit back. Take a deep breath. No, not good enough!" He waggled a finger at her and demonstrated, breathing in slowly. "G'head. Humor me, 'kay?"

Elly nodded tearfully and took a breath.

"Good," he hummed pleasantly. "Another. You're back to normal, nothing to worry about."

"But - but I ... you, I can't-"

Hizashi carefully faced her so she could see his gorgeous, whirling eyes. "You've got <i>nothing</i> to worry about," he insisted. "I was given the awesome privilege of taking care of you during your change. I wanted to do that for a long time and nothing's gonna stop me from doing it now that I started." He paused. "Uh, unless you're creeped out or anything ..."

She tentatively reached out to him, steeling herself like she might if she were placing her hands into a fire.

In her eyes he saw the little one that had desperately wanted the stuffed animal but thought she wasn't worth it. He closed his eyes and spoke. "Remember," he said quietly. "I want to go home with you, too."

"Oh, Hizashi," she choked, suddenly sobbing. She threw her arms around him and he held her tight.

His heart beat fast at her use of his given name. "I promise to take such good care of you," he whispered. "Forever."

Kitnapping

"Is that Cheshire? I can't believe my luck. You're just the Hero I was looking for."

Cheshire, also known as Elly Sketchit, had taken on a lot of extra tasks since the fateful day Aizawa Shota turned villain and left U.A. She scooped up his patrols, working under Mic, the new head of his agency. She'd helped with his devastated classes and her counseling schedule was <i>packed</i>. Barely a minute went by where she didn't have an important job to do, so it was bound to happen that she slip up, if even just a little.

Her mistake was thinking that she wouldn't run into him so soon.

Aizawa looked <i>good</i>, much better than when he had been a hero. His charcoal gray eyes were clear, not bloodshot, and there were no smudges under them either. Unlike her,, he appeared well-rested and unfortunately, ready to fight.

"Eraserhead?!" In the split second she froze he acted without hesitation, wrapping her gloved paws securely to her sides and disabling both legs.

"Shit, Ches." He frowned, pulling her upright so as to get a better look. "You look like I did a couple of weeks ago."

Elly sighed, closing her eyes to shut the painful vision of him out. They'd trained together too many times before, and she could only beat him if she managed to get the drop on him and start out invisible. Struggling was futile, but she did anyway, trying to get her claws in the right position to slice through the fabric.

"That won't work, kitten." He actually <i>laughed</i>, a chuckle that sent a shiver up her spine. "You know that. Now, c'mere!" The wrapping around her tightened and he pulled hard, throwing her off balance. Her heart sank in more ways than one, and she passed out while still struggling weakly in the capture weapon's grip.

When she woke up she was laying on a familiar, yellow sleeping bag with her wounds all clean and bandaged. Her bodysuit had been swapped for an oversized black t-shirt and sweatpants, and though large, they were comfortable. Elly blushed at the thought that he'd seen her naked, but shook that off to look for an escape. She scanned the room and was dismayed to find she was in a small room, possibly a guest bedroom, in what appeared to be a rather nice apartment. One side had a door that opened up to a bathroom, but the main door was very firmly locked. A peek out the window showed she was too far up to try any escape that way, and it opened in a peculiar fashion that prevented anyone putting anything larger than a hand through it.

Spacious, and nice... but still a prison. And no bed, just the bag for some strange reason.

She was weighing her options when the door opened and Aizawa stepped in. Elly jumped back, instantly wary as he was holding his hand behind his back.

"Scared of me?" He closed the door and sighed, setting the bag down to rub his eyes in a familiar gesture. "Please don't." Aizawa had changed clothing also, and was now wearing an outfit similar to the one she had on. His dark hair was tied up in a messy bun and his stubble was minimal. "Come here," he told her softly, extending his hand towards her. Elly backed up farther, ears flattened back in distress and hissing. She shook her head in an emphatic <i>no</i>.

"You were so beat up," he murmured as he looked her over. "I had to change the water in the tub twice. Who's been doing that to you, hmm? Who's been hurting my kitty?"

She ignored his outrageous statement and the rapid increase in her heart rate it caused. "Let me go."

"I can't do that yet."

"Aizawa, <i>please</i> let me go."

"If I take you out, you'll try to run. I don't want that, so for now please get accustomed to your room."

"What on earth do you <i>want</i> from me?"

He chuckled slyly. "You wouldn't believe me. Let's just say that I got lonely without you." Aizawa held the bag up enticingly in front of her. "Look, let's forget about that right now. I brought dinner. It's your favorite - from that place we all used to go to on Fridays before all ...this."

"Oh, Aizawa." Elly sighed in a dejected manner and sniffed halfheartedly at the air. When she smelled what he had her ears unfolded to perk upright again. "I'm a liscensed psychiatrist. I know what you're doing."

"Mm hm. That's a good thing." He set the bag near the entrance and gestured at himself. "You know I'm sincere. My intentions are not evil, either."

"I almost believe you. Your body language and vocal cues are consistent with someone speaking the truth. And yet, here I am, being held against my will."

"Hopefully not for long. I was going to catch you one way or another, you see. I'm not so good with the other way, and you're still a Hero. If you saw me, you'd be obligated to try and bring me down."

Elly took a step closer. "Why <i>me</i>?" She insisted.

His ears started to burn and he coughed lightly. "I told you, I missed you. I've been honest with you this entire time. My only ulterior motive is a rather, ah. Common one for men that fancy a particular woman."

"Wh - what?"

"I want you." He shrugged. "You could say <i>you're</i> the one holding me captive. My heart, anyway."

Elly's face flushed so red she could feel it burning like a fever. She placed a hand on her cheek and stared, incredulous, at him. "I can't believe <i>that</i>. But if it's true, your methods of wooing me aren't exactly the purest." She clutched the hem of the shirt she was wearing.

He actually laughed. "If I could get you to promise me you wouldn't escape, warn anyone, or try to capture me you would be free right now."

"Would you really let me out?"

"Absolutely." He shook the bag back with one raised eyebrow. "Would you like to eat with me at the table? I'll unlock the door as a sign of goodwill. You can have the run of the entire apartment."

"Where would I sleep?" She eyed him suspiciously.

"In my bed. I'll take the couch."

"Really?"

"I'm a lovesick villain, not a creep."

"Why the sleeping bag?" She asked curiously, glancing back over her shoulder.

He rubbed the back of his neck, staring into the distance. "It ...smells a lot like me, I guess? I know scent is important to cats. I figured maybe you would get used to my smell. It's also the only thing I kept from my old life."

She snorted. "I <i>was</i> used to your smell, you idiot. When we worked together." Her eyes filled with tears despite herself and she knelt on the floor, holding her hands up to cover her face. "Then you <i>left</i>. Why, 'Zawa? Why'd you leave m - us?"

Aizawa watched her nervously. His logical mind told him this could very well be a ploy to get him close enough for her to take him out - especially now that she knew how he felt. And yet, he had never, ever seen the cat woman cry. In all the years they worked together in all the hardship, she hadn't cracked once. It felt genuine, and he couldn't bear to see her in pain.

"I'm going to be pissed if this is a ploy," he sighed, "but please... no, hey. Kitten, please don't cry." He moved close and gathered her in his arms, ready to fight if need be.

Any chance Elly had of escape melted when his warmth embraced her. She clung to him and cried for a little, while he stroked her hair and rubbed her ears. Once the tears had tapered off, however, they were replaced with rage.

"I'm - I'm so angry at you! How dare you leave without a trace?"

"I had to. I can explain in detail later."

"But - but you could've told me. Anything, any time, I'd have helped. I'd have done <i>anything</i> to keep you safe! It didn't have to be like this!"

"It would only have been harder on you. This was best."

"What the hell are we supposed to do now? Heroes and villains can't be in love. It's a huge conflict of interest!"

He slowly pulled back so he could look into her eyes. "Shall I take this as a mutual confession? It sounds like my plan worked."

"I've been in love with you for years," she grated past clenched teeth. "This isn't a new development, you ass."

"Ah, there it is," he breathed, his gray eyes lighting up. "The spark. The <i>fight</i>. You don't give up, do you, kitty?"

Her ears flattened back. "That nickname is so ridiculous..."

He raised an eyebrow, reaching out to flick her ears. "Oh? You <i>are</i> part cat. I would have fallen for you anyway - but you've the ears, tail and nose. Not to mention fangs." Aizawa slipped his hand lower, prodding at her lip with an insistent fingertip. Elly bared her teeth out of irritation, and he rubbed against the sharp canine with a smile.

"Yes, and they leave a nasty bite."

His smile faltered, replaced with a look of hunger so voracious that she felt a familiar tingle down below.

"Do it," he breathed.

"Damn it, Aizawa..."

He caught the back of her head in one strong hand and pulled, pressing her lips to his throat. "<i>Do it</i>. Mark me up."

His scent.

Elly's heart was beating so quickly she almost couldn't breathe. She could smell him, feel him and, if she just gave in... taste him. Taste his rough, weatherbeaten and scarred skin, trace the marks and lick the scruffy stubble along the line of his jaw.

Aizawa moaned, a rich, thrilling sound that shocked her out of her reverie. She came to with a start, her mouth sucking on his neck, teeth nipping while she purred enthusiastically.

"F - fffuck, yes," he sighed dreamily. "Fff... ngh, more. More, please!"

It was the breathy little pants and cries that did her in. Never in her wildest dreams had she been able to imagine what he would sound like so turned on. The reality broke her and she gave in, sinking her teeth into his skin and covering him with lewd, blood red hickeys. Aizawa writhed underneath her the whole time, breathing hard, yet his hands on her, caressing the back of her head, were gentle. Eventually she parted from his flesh, her chest heaving and her lips parted.

"Shit. You taste good."

"I'm glad I'm such a yummy treat for my kitty." His half-lidded eyes gazed speculatively at her as she hissed.

"Quit calling me that, Aizawa!"

"Kitty? Or <i>mine</i>?"

This time she didn't have an answer.

"You can call <i>me</i> Shota, you know," he told her drily.

"How about bastard? Or villain?" Elly's tail fluffed out with irritation.

He laughed again, this time louder and longer than before, pulling her fully into his lap and bringing their faces to within an inch or so apart. "So, <i>kitty cat</i>, the way I see it, we have two options here. You can be my good kitten," he hummed suggestively, his tone low and rich. "I'll pet my good little kitty and treat her nice and sweet."

She spluttered with outrage, though the blush on her cheeks was proof that wasn't all she was feeling.

"Or... keep being defiant and you'll end up my <i>naughty</i> kitty. I have a feeling you might like that more. I'd have to show you who's in charge, hmm? Make you give yourself to me." As he spoke this last he got closer still, their noses brushing. She could feel his breath on her lips as he stared deeply into her eyes.

She bit back the first retort that came to mind: '<i>I'd like to see you try</i>', because she knew he would absolutely do just that. She opened her mouth to make a different retort, but he moved smoothly into a kiss, slipping his tongue into the opening. Elly whimpered softly as he managed a feat she hadn't thought any man possible of: Aizawa Shota kissed her just <i>right</i>. He was teasingly light and gentle, but rough enough to cause her to melt against him. His faint stubble felt good on her skin, and she found herself curling her tail around him as she attempted to get closer still.

"Wow," he gasped. "Okay. All right. You're into this. Into <i>me</i>, in a way I didn't think would ever happen." Aizawa traced a finger down her side. "Tell me, kitten, if I slide a hand up this shirt, are your nipples going to be super hard?"

"Sh - Shota!"

"Aha!" He popped the catch on her bra and rolled one between his fingers. "Yeah. Yeah, they are. Does that feel good?"

She moaned thickly, thrusting her hands up his shirt to greedily grope his sculpted chest.

"Mmn, I'm going to take that as a yes. And again, I wonder..." This time he rubbed the plump junction between her legs, making her squirm as her tension grew. "Are you soaking wet for me? A lovely, leaky mess crying out to be filled?"

"Ohmigod, please -"

"Oh, shit, you're hotter <i>and</i> wetter than I thought. You've ruined your panties, love. Absolutely destroyed them." His fingers sought her inner warmth and one buried into the knuckle as he rubbed on top, swirling around the bundle of sensitive nerves causing her the most pleasure.

Elly wound her fingers in his dense patch of chest hair and rolled her hips, desperate for more. "Take me to bed, Shota," she whispered.

But he shook his head. "No. No bed, not for our first time. I think," he murmured, looking around and then reaching out to pull something closer. "This is just right. Fitting, somehow, the marking of a new chapter of our lives... <i>together</i>." He rolled her onto the cushioned sleeping bag and she gasped when he began removing her clothing.

"You - you've already seen..."

"You? I kept your undergarments on when I cleaned you up, you know, besides covering you with a robe. No, I wanted consent. I did nothing so crude as to sneak a dirty peek." He bent and kissed a nipple as it was exposed. "It's far more delicious this way."

She hovered over the roughened skin of his elbow with a sad face for a moment, then swiftly pulled his shirt off.

Aizawa choked, throwing his head back with his Adam's apple working as she pet the trail of dark hair that led into his sweatpants. Her fingers didn't stop but continued on, curling around the hot lump beneath the soft fabric. He let out a short, breathy moan followed by a series of lower, more forceful ones as she rubbed.

"H - hhhaa... yeah. Yeah, sh - shit, take them off, I'm right under there. Aahhhh." His member sprang out to fall heavily on his thigh, dripping from the tip and twitching into full hardness as she stared. "You like that, kitty? It look good to you?"

Her ears flicked back once, but she touched him, stroking slowly from the tip down and coating him in his own lubricant. Aizawa's thighs trembled as she dipped lower, ticklishly running under his tightly drawn balls to caress the moist strip of flesh between.

"<i>Ah, kitty</i>!" He held out for only a couple of seconds before his hips began to jerk. "I need you, kitty, tell me it's okay to bury myself inside you and <i>make you mine</i>!"

Elly had considered this. She was on birth control and, since she was still a Hero, had monthly checkups for all types of diseases. Heroes tended to get covered in blood, after all, and she knew she was clean. Aizawa had been gone two months, so he had missed a test.

"Are you clean?"

"Yes!" His teeth snapped in the air as he barely managed to hold himself back, sweat from his bare chest flying. "Yes, I haven't been with anyone since before I fell in love with you!"

She cried out weakly. "Tell me again, then, and make love to me!"

"Kitty - I mean, Ch - Ches. Oh, Cheshire." He moved swiftly, kissing her passionately while he guided himself to her entrance. He closed his eyes and husked her given name into her mouth as he thrust. "I <i>love</i> you."

Their lovemaking was very, very good. Aizawa cried out once again at the end, delirious with pleasure and triumphant at the feeling of her orgasm rippling through her body.

"Nothing's gonna rip us apart again! You're mine, now and forever!"

Entomophobia

Elly was horrified when she burst into the teacher's dorm, her eyes wide and her hands pressed to her mouth.

Her boyfriend had been changed by some kind of quirk, morphed into a buglike centaur. His upper body was human to his navel, but below...

Well, below he had multiple legs and a long, shiny carapace.

Hizashi had been admitted, then released from the hospital almost as fast. Not only had he been frightening the staff - and breaking everything that wasn't soundproof within several miles around -- there wasn't anything they could do for him. He lay, or sat, she couldn't tell which, in the common area with his red glasses on and a plain white tank top. His hair had fallen completely out of the spike and had been tied back with what appeared to be a Hello Kitty scrunchie.

<i>A donation from Eri, if I had to guess</i>, she thought. <i>Or maybe even Aizawa.</i>

His green eyes were wide, with a lot of the whites showing and he was absolutely terrified.

"I'm <i>scared</i> of myself," he whined so pathetically that she winced. Hizashi happened to look up at just that moment, and his tear-filled eyes grew extra wide. His lip quivered, and he burst into a wail so loud the entire building shook. "<i>You're</i> afraid of me!" He launched himself off the floor with a massive effort and skittered across the hall, bumping into tables and chairs as his massive lower half veered at opposite sides than his torso.

"No, Zashi, <i>wait</i>!"

"Emotional as always," Aizawa snorted from nearby.

"Yes, well," the counselor huffed, "he's got good reason." She chased after him, catching him easily since he barely fit down the hall. Elly led him into the showers, since that was a more private room and unused at the moment.

"What'm I gonna do?! <i>Me</i> bein' afraid of me is bad enough, but my precious babygirl... no, no, no. Please help me."

"Hizashi." Elly spoke softly, stroking his hair with gentle fingers. "I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay?" She pulled back so she could gaze deeply into his eyes.

"Uh huh," he sniffled sadly. His flushed face looked naked without his glasses, set aside so he could cry. His blond hair had come mostly undone from ponytail and long, messy strands fell over his shoulders while wisps stood up in others. Dark smudges lay under his bloodshot eyes and he sat shaking. He did not look well at all.

"I'm not afraid. I love you no matter what you look like. I'll always love you." She kissed his tear-stained cheeks, one after the other. "I'll go anywhere and do anything for you. I want to spend my entire life with you, not just the good bits but the shitty and scary parts, too.

"You're the love that I have been crying for every night for so many years. You make me feel safe and warm and special and happy, like no one else. I don't care if you're not all human right now. If you stay this way a week or forever, <i>I'm staying, too</i>."

The whole time she was speaking Hizashi stared at her with a growing blush spreading across his features. His ears burned, and then the bridge of his nose and cheeks. He bit his bottom lip as she finished, squeezing her hands in his and drawing them up to his chest.

"Oh my god, baby." She smiled at him and he tried a weak one back, surprised he could do it at all. "I'm sorry for doubting you. I'm so, so sorry. I love you."

"I love you, too." They kissed, and she held him tightly, pressing close. He gasped when her hand slipped up his top to stroke his chest hair.

"Uh, babe? This isn't really a good time or place-" The breath whistled out of him in a rush and he choked back a moan. "Wait. Wait wait wait... you - you can't wanna try it like this?" He blinked at her, still reeling. "We're uh, here. And I dunno if I can hold back my - my other arms an' stuff if we get too serious, they kinda want to do stuff on their own..."

"They're not dangerous," she murmured. "No pointed ends or poison. There's nothing I can see to hold you back."

"Ya kiddin' me, babe? They're <i>creepy</i>!"

"They're a part of you, for now. You're not creepy."

"I dunno, Ches, I might have, uh, less-than-human anatomy now." He shuddered at the thought. "I haven't had to go to the bathroom yet, so I don't really know."

She passed a hand down his long abdomen. It was shimmery, alternating between green and gold like his eyes. It was chitinous as well, but towards the middle there was a softer part and a slit. She took a breath and stroked cautiously, feeling a lump beneath the warmer surface.

"Wh - whoa, princess, slow duh - down, it feels weird there!"

"You might be the same on the inside, love," she said in a shaky voice. "I - I think..."

"Oh god, oh shit, please!" Hizashi's head rolled back and he grasped at the blankets piled high on their makeshift bed. "<i>Please</i> don't let it be gross down there!"

Elly pressed her lips together and pushed gently on the opening. Fluid trickled out, clear and thick and reminiscent of pre-come. The body part poking out of the entrance was not like a human penis, but she pressed on, urging it free to slide farther out.

"Babe, I can't look... it's not me, I know it's not, it's too long -"

"It's you right now, Zashi," she disagreed quietly, gripping the base of the slick, spear-like organ and pumping slowly.

His tongue fell out of his bitten, swollen lips as he let out a long, loud moan. "S'not... scary?"

"It's different."

"Uh oh." Hizashi ventured a quick glance but then squeezed his eyes tightly shut. "N - nope, no, that's just not ... ahhhh, what're you doing. What..!" His multiple legs spasmed and he curled in on himself, drawing her into his space without thinking. "Ahh, ahhhh, ahhhhhh!"

She straddled his wide body while working her fist over him. "You can hold me, sweetheart. It's okay."

He reached for her with his human arms, but she was farther down and all he could do was stroke her hair. "Want to," he nearly sobbed. "Can't."

"You already are."

He blinked. "Ohmigod, baby, I'm sorry!" Two of the long, strong legs on either side were wrapped securely around her middle. "I don't know how to - we should st - stop..."

He was too distracted to notice she had taken her pants and underwear off. "I love you." She shifted her position and slid the strange, new member inside of her.

His answering cry nearly shattered the mirrors on the wall. "<i>Oh my god</i>!" She sat very still, adjusting to his length, and he whimpered and started to babble fearfully, stringing his words so quickly along she almost couldn't follow. "Baby, baby wait it might hurt you or somethin', we don't know how this body works an' if I hurt you I'd freaking kill myself -"

Elly smiled reassuringly and shook her head. "It's okay. I researched everything while you slept in the hospital. I had to know, and this will help you come to terms with your body."

"Ha... ahhh... Ches, yer amazin' - " He drew in a deep breath, held it, then shuddered all over. "Love you," he whined softly. "Still grossed out, though."

"Oh?" She moved, flexing her legs to piston his member in and out. Hizashi's throat worked, his head thrashing and golden hair flying everywhere as the scrunchie slipped free.

"S'quick! Too quick!" His breathing came fast and rough, desire to finish warring with his anxiety. "M'gonna come and it's too! Damned! <i>Fast</i>!" This time the Voice Hero's howl was loud enough to splinter a few tiles, but before things shattered all around them he was abruptly cut off. His eyes bulged and his entire upper body flushed red from ears to chest as he stared past her to the doorway.

Elly turned her head and caught the telltale glow of red from the corner of her eye. She blushed as well but sat firmly straddling his spear until it slid back into his body. When it was over she would have covered herself, but a towel was tossed their way.

"Put yourselves together," Aizawa said firmly. "The cops just notified us of the villains whereabouts." He nodded to his friends. "Stay put, and you'll be back to your old self in no time."

Hizashi gulped and gave him a weak thumbs up. Aizawa disappeared as silently as he had come.

"He watched us having freaky hybrid bug sex, didn't he?"

"Well, dear, he nulled your quirk, so he had to be staring at you at the very least."

"I'll never make fun of the man again," he groaned.

Blbs 9

Elly sighed quietly to herself as she fastened the velcro on the furry, white tube designed to hide her true tail colors. Aizawa was taking her out for dinner and a movie, and they wanted to blend in. She pulled her short hair back in a kerchief and made sure her ears were tucked away. Once seated, she could remove it, but on the street it would be a helpful guise. Her outfit was simple, a white tank top and jeans with sandals. Sunglasses completed the look, but she pushed them up over her forehead for now as she heard his knocking.

"Baby," she purred happily, throwing her arms around his neck.

Aizawa greeted her with a warm kiss. "You're trying too hard to hide who you are," he teased, tugging on the head wrap.

"Please," she grinned as she locked the door behind them. "You're wearing a baseball cap. I never thought I'd see you with one of those on!"

He grimaced lightly, nodding as he rubbed his stubbled cheek. "Yeah, I kind of had to. The hair, the hat. They've been getting pretty rabid lately."

She knew immediately who he meant by "they".

"Are they bothering you at your new job?"

"Nah. Well, they tried, but my boss just stuck me in the back. I like it. It's quieter." They strolled into the main building and checked out with the guard there. Aizawa slipped his arm around her and gestured. "Time to sneak out, my queen."

She laughed and they hurried to his car. She got inside and tossed an old coat he had on the seat over her, hoping to hide until they were in heavier traffic.

"I'm ready!"

"All right. Here we go."

They thankfully made it to their first destination without any mishap. It was a small Café he sometimes went to when he thought he deserved a treat, situated in his neighborhood close by his home. He pushed the door open and the little bell tinkled, alerting the hostess to new customers.

"Hey, you came back early this time," she said when she saw him. Then her eyes went wide as if she remembered something, and her gaze flickered over to Elly. "Um... oh! Where would you like to sit?"

Elly winked mischievously and pointed at a booth far in the back. "Could we maybe sit at that one?"

"You got it." She led them there and pressed menus into their hands. "Let me know if there's anything we can do for you. Okay?"

He nodded his thanks and she skittered away to hand pick the right server for the job. They ordered, chatted and ate their food with no real rush. Aizawa had informed her that there were several movie theaters around and they would easily be able to find something to watch when they were ready. They even ordered dessert, at his request.

"Hey, this is pretty good." She bit into a fruit-filled crepe.

"Told you." He grinned, reaching out to dab at a corner of her mouth. "Watch it, though. It's messy."

Her lips curved in a sensual smile. "Good thing you're here to be my mirror."

"Oh, yes." He snickered as he sipped from a large cup of coffee. "Glad to be of service." Their server came back and he stopped Elly with a gentle shake of his head when she would have paid. "I want to pay for you tonight. You can get the next time, okay?"

She purred quietly to herself as he paid and made sure to leave a generous tip. "That's a wonderful gesture, Shota. Thank you."

"What, paying for my girlfriend?" He looked confused. "That's kind of a normal thing. How does your inner circle function?"

She frowned, pursing her lips as she thought. "Well... the other person pays if they expect something from you. And, of course, if they're showing off." She made a face. "I never experienced anyone doing it because they wanted to."

He blushed, mumbling under his breath.

"What was that?" Her ears perked.

"I, uh, think I may have treated you better even when I was being an ass," he coughed.

"You might be on to something." Elly laughed.

Aizawa checked his phone. "Hmm. We better get going. There's a movie playing close by that starts in half an hour."

"Sweet."

They were uninterrupted while they got back in his car, and lucky enough that they got all the way into the theater, too.

Once they were seated Elly sighed and removed her kerchief, letting her ears stand freely upright. "Ahhh. Much better."

Aizawa reached up and rubbed them playfully. "Cute," he murmured.

"Hey!"

The movie was a standard superhero plot, junkfood cinema that wasn't really half bad. Yet after the final scene had played out Aizawa yawned.

"Bored?" Elly asked him fondly. They had cuddled outrageously the whole time, not making out like the couples in the back but hanging close together.

"No. Comfortable."

Two girls behind them started chatting as the credits began to roll. Elly would have ignored them, but then she caught her name and placed a hand on Aizawa's arm to keep him seated.

"I still think the guy that plays All Might in these would look cute with Cheshire."

"That was one of her songs in the movie, right?"

"Uh huh."

"They should give her a cameo." The girl on the left then squealed as a thought struck her. She could be his girlfriend in the next movie!"

Aizawa turned around, unable to help himself. "I think she's already taken."

The teens gave him a disgusted look. "Ew. Back off, old man."

Elly decided to have some fun at that point. She also bent to face the girls. Now that the lighting was dim in the theater and the top half of her disguise was removed, it was very clear who she was.

"Old man?" She protested mildly. "I'll have you know my boyfriend is younger than me." She paused, thinking for a moment. "And isn't Toshinori Yagi older than both of us?"

"Yes." Aizawa watched the girls stare with complete incomprehension as their brains registered who she looked like. He chuckled when their mouths dropped open, their eyes growing huge.

Elly placed a finger to her lips before they could alert everyone within a five mile radius of her whereabouts. "Shh, we're incognito! Phones out for a quick selfie, though?"

She grinned and wiggled her ears as they snapped their pics. They even apologized to Aizawa, stammering and barely able to hold themselves back from screaming at their good luck. When she pulled her kerchief back on, he gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek before they walked out into the lobby.

"You handled that well."

"Practice," she said, buffing her nails on the front of her shirt.

He laughed and slipped an arm low around her waist. "What would you like to do n - oh." Aizawa sighed and spun her about before they reached the front. "Back here, now... there. Excuse me," he called out in a low but commanding voice. A thin, dark-skinned woman wearing a suit was walking the area, checking on on employees.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"I don't think it was those girls, really, but somebody knew we went into this particular theater. Hey, hi," he added as the manager strode up. "I'm not sure how to ask this, but could we sneak out a back or side entrance by any chance?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder where a group with their cameras and phones at the ready were stationed just outside the front doors. "There's sort of a mob out there out for our photos."

The woman stared at him for a moment and then Elly, who grinned and waved at her. "That shouldn't be a problem," she said, much to their relief. "Here - right this way."

"Thank god," Elly sighed. "Once they latch on, it's hell to shake them loose. We'd never make it back to my place, Sho."

"Thanks," he told the woman as she showed them to a side door.

"Thank you so much," Elly added with a huge smile.

"No problem," she told them. "Next time, give us a heads-up and we'll slip you in and out with no problem."

"What a nice person," Elly murmured.

"Yeah. Now we just have to make it to the car!"

"I'll race you." He spun on his heel and took off.

"<i>What</i>! Hey, you cheater!"

Elly caught up to him as he was fumbling with his door. They laughed as they collapsed into the car seats, breathing hard.

"I won," he gloated, his gray eyes twinkling merrily at her.

"You cheated," she informed him, blowing a soft raspberry to emphasize his cheap win.

"All right, maybe I did. Shouldn't you be in better shape than a washed up reporter, though?"

"Sho baby, you're not washed up in <i>that</i> way. You're not dirty anymore, is all. The ones we left behind, the ones that will do anything for a story... those are the losers. Not you. Not now."

"Shit," he sighed, leaning his head back. "You're really something, aren't you?"

Playing games

"Ches?"

Aizawa Shota had been trying to get the attention of his girlfriend for several minutes. Elly had earbuds in and was chatting away with her best friend. It had started out casual, but he noticed she had been slightly off the entire day so far. He wasn't surprised when her voice began to rise.

"So I start reading the article, and eventually it says that men are just as sexualized in games." She paused, incredulous. "I mean, <i>hello</i>? Yeah, big biceps and chunky thick bodies ohhhh, so sexual. No, you idiots. That's a misconception that most ladies want that. Lu Bu in Dynasty Warriors would just break you, that's not sexy! That is a <i>male conception</i> of sexualization of males. The bigger, the better. Guess what - bigger isn't better." She paused. "No, Milly, not for women, it isn't. And Lu Bu would still break you." She giggled faintly.

"My queen?" Aizawa frowned, looking over at her seated on the other side of the couch.

Elly hissed and swung one hand around. "Put a man in a banana hammock like the women in tiny thong bikinis - forced to wear scanty clothing, if any, really. Make their package swing around, jiggle, and move outrageously every time they're on the screen - even while just standing there. Men get more <i>powerful</i> when they're sexualized and women get degraded! Even sound wise, if a woman gets hurt she sounds like she's having an orgasm."

Aizawa sighed and gave up. He walked over to the rack near the door where he hung his capture weapon and looped it around his neck.

"Yeah, I know you'd be up for more male jiggle. Oh. Oh, yeah. It didn't surprise me that it was written by a man, either. He's blind. He sees his side, which has some points I'll admit, but doesn't see the whole picture... erk!" She cut off abruptly as several strands of strong scarf wrapped around her wrists.

Aizawa calmly took her phone, turned her earphones off and spoke into it. "Milliner? Yes. She'll call you back. She's... otherwise occupied at the moment." He tapped off on the call and set the phone down to remove her ear pieces.

"Shota, what the hell!"

He gave her a mildly reproachful look. "You were getting too riled up, dear. You know what that does to you. Now I'm going to have to take you down so that you can relax."

Her ears pricked forward. "I don't - I don't know what you're talking about. I was just talking ..."

"You were getting upset." He pulled the scarves, drawing her closer as others wrapped around her more intimately below. "Too much over something you can't fix all at once. Remember that discussion we had about trusting me when I saw you were starting to have a panic attack?"

Elly nodded, struggling restlessly in his grip. "Uh huh."

"Don't wriggle," he chided, placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. "You need to give yourself to me. And oh, now, don't give me <i>that</i> look."

She turned her face away, blushing.

"I know you can't calm yourself right now. I know your mind is a jumbled mess." He picked her up with a low grunt. "But it's okay. That's why I'm here to help."

A quarter of an hour later she was stripped of all her clothing and securely bound with his capture weapon on their bed. Aizawa was dressed only in his underwear, a pair of dark red boxer briefs, and black socks. He surveyed the situation before him and nodded, pleased.

"You put up less of a fight than I was hoping for, my love," he chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "But I suppose my offer of a night of unparalleled pleasure was too much."

"I trust you," she snapped. "You know I do."

"Of course you do. Like I do you." He clucked his tongue, testing the pulley system he had the scarves rigged into. Elly could be manipulated like a puppet if he chose, arms and legs movable with a little tug of fabric. 0"Hmm. There. All ready for when you give yourself fully and collapse, a quivering mess because of my ...ministrations."

"Rrgh!" Her ears flicked back and he crawled onto the bed with a huge grin on his face.

"You're so excited, Ches. I love it when you make all these cute faces. What's this one, then? You getting impatient? You want me to touch you?"

"I want you to do <i>anything</i>! You caught me by surprise, damn it, and I don't like not being able to move right now."

"Let's get to it, then," he said briskly. "I want you to be still, and I need you to let yourself go. Right now, though, all you need to do is remember your stoplight colors and my name. That has a tendency to change during play, though... doesn't it? What's my name, beautiful?"

"Shota." Elly slapped the bed with her tail.

"Uh huh. I'll have to see just how fast I can change that." Aizawa leaned over and kissed her, making sure to pull back the tiniest bit when she would have pressed back. "No no no. Relax. Let <i>Shota</i> kiss you, don't worry about reciprocating."

She swallowed hard and he kissed her again, then again and again until she was panting and blushing, moaning when he managed to kiss her just right.

Aizawa licked his lips and leaned back, brushing his long hair away from his shoulders. "Should've tied that," he grunted, "But not now. Besides, you like it, don't you? Does my hair feel good tickling here, on your luscious, bare breasts?" He paused to suckle on a nipple and was rewarded by her sharp intake of breath.

"Color?" He passed a hand across to the other and pinched lightly, rubbing the hardened flesh between his fingers.

"Green," Elly choked. "Sh - Shota, that's so good..."

"I know you're sensitive here." He licked carefully around the areola and the placed a small kiss on the tip. "Goodness! Extra sensitive today, it seems."

"Yeah," she breathed. He wrapped his lips around her and suckled tenderly. "Oh. Ohhh my god, baby, yes."

"Mmmn, one of my <i>other</i> names. That didn't take too long now, did it?"

"Baby, please," she begged, trying to arch her back to press the nipple back into his mouth.

"Shhh. You need to let your sweet <i>baby</i> do all the work, remember?"

Elly groaned in frustration but managed to calm herself enough to stop writhing. Aizawa waited until she was still before sucking again, alternating between breasts and toying with whichever one was free at the time with his fingers. After ten minutes she had begun to whimper, her thighs shaking uncontrollably as her sexual tension grew. He slid one hand down her belly, rubbing just below her navel but not moving lower. She whined loudly but stayed as motionless as possible.

"Oh, kitten," he gasped, shuddering all over. "You're doing so <i>good</i> for me." He kissed between her breasts and looked up at her. Elly's eyes met his, glazed over with nothing in them but delicious pleasure.

"You're such a good kitty." He stroked the side of her neck and she shivered. "And, let's see now... good kitties get rewards. Does my precious little one want a treat? Hmm?"

She nodded silently.

"Very, very good." He ran his thumb over her lips, parting them so he could kiss her deeply. "Mnnn. So, so <i>good</i>. But it's about to get better, right? Over you go!" He spun her about, lifting a little at the same time so she was on her knees facing the headboard.

"Your color?"

"Green!"

"Then lift your tail for me."

The striped fur rose in front of him, trembling. This was a highly submissive act, and he knew how to get the most of it. Aizawa palmed the length in one hand, crooning softly at the silky-smooth fur.

"What," he asked as he crawled closer up behind her, "would you do if I bit you while tugging on this cute, fluffy tail, huh?"

Her breathing hitched sharply.

His grin was smug as he leaned over her. "Well, let's find out, shall we?" He nuzzled his nose and mouth on her skin, close to the wildly beating pulse, as she trembled in her bonds. Aizawa let his hot breath wash over her for a few moments, waiting, knowing she was wound up in anticipation. He brushed his lips over her neck, dabbing his tongue to find the precise spot. When he did, he laughed a wicked, evilly soft laugh, pressing onto the area and taking a firmer grip on her tail. He didn't want to injure her, so when he finally moved he only pulled ever so lightly.

His teeth, however, were another matter.

Elly sank momentarily as her body gave out, unable to support herself any longer as he sucked a dark mark onto her pale skin.

"Oh? It's all right, don't worry about anything. My handy scarves just need to tighten a little bit - here... annnnd <i>there</i> we go. Not hurting, oh no. I'd never hurt my kitty. Just restrictive. And now you can truly let go."

Aizawa bumped suggestively into her from behind and she called out mindlessly, not knowing or caring what spilled from her lips. He panted hoarsely, small moans mixed in with rough breathing, as he rubbed his groin on her nude body. His boxer briefs were tight across the front and becoming very wet.

"That's it, kitten - <i>miaow</i> for your mate." He growled loudly in her ear, causing her to arch her back and cry out once more. "You like that, do you? Am I your mate, kitty? Tell me. Tell me my name right now. Is it Shota?"

She shook her head, hair swinging.

"Is it ...baby?"

Another emphatic <i>no, no, no</i>.

Aizawa nipped her ear, his voice sex rough and low. "Tell me, then. Tell me who I am <i>right now</i>."

"M - milord!" She sang out deliriously.

"Aahh," he moaned, satisfied. "Your mating name for me. Oooh." He sucked air in through his teeth. "Shit, that's hot. You rarely use that."

"Please, milord!"

"Mmn? What's that? Oh, you want me to mount you, is that it?" A barrage of lusty feline sounds was his answer, and it was one hundred percent enough for him. Elly was gone and in her place was a needy, demanding cat. He knew from experience that he couldn't even ask her color at this point; she was too far gone. Aizawa pulled off his boxers and stroked himself absently as he gauged his entry point. She was presenting so perfectly for him that all he had to do was guide himself with one hand.

"That's what I'm talking about," he sighed as he sank into her heat. He pulled back, then forward, carefully because this style of lovemaking was tricky. No matter how he tried, he always slipped out at least once in the thick of things. She howled, and he thrust quickly, pounding into her all at once rather than draw things out any longer.

If she got any louder, she would start to irritate the neighbors, after all. Best to sate her fast and hard, knocking the wind out of her so she would relax even more afterwards.

His plan of action decided, Aizawa moved swiftly, plunging inside her repeatedly as he bent over her back. He had to hold her striped tail out of the way at some point, and his change in angle threw her into a massive orgasm as he struck that special spot inside her several times in a row. He gasped, squeezing his eyes tight as he followed her lead, his long, dark hair shooting up even as he shot his seed within her.

The position was messy, and not a comfortable one to stay in for long. Aizawa let his slick member slide out as he fell back on his knees. He carefully released her from his capture weapon into his embrace, and she fell limply backwards.

"Hey, you can't fall asleep yet," he chided when he saw her eyes were closed. "I need to clean you up and cuddle you!"

"Just do whatever," she replied, sighing deeply as she lay, completely relaxed and purring, in his arms.

Wishing list

It was lunchtime in the teacher's lounge, the small area crowded and noisy as the adults gathered around to chat while they ate.

Aizawa sat at the far end of the room sucking on an almost-empty protein pouch. He tugged at the scarves around his neck, staring down and nodding as he double checked his calendar.

"I made certain to get the same days off," he muttered, tapping on his phone with his other hand. "Yes."

"Textin' yer girl?" Present Mic leaned in with a knowing smirk, trying to catch a glimpse of his friend's phone. He plopped his tray down without asking and started happily cramming french fries in his mouth.

Aizawa gave him a very flat look, holding the screen on his chest. He spat out his crinkled, flat pouch. "Trying to read my private texts ...again?"

"Aww, c'mon, Sho! We've been friends for <i>ages</i>! I'm just curious 'cause you don't act like someone that knows how t'be romantic. How the hell are you keeping that smokin' hot kitty?"

"<i>I'd</i> certainly like to know." Midnight slid over with a wicked chuckle, twirling her hair around one finger. "I bet he's a beast in bed," she predicted. "Pent up for so many years, probably tears into her like a hungry dog after a steak."

Hound Dog's ears perked at the far end of the table. "Don't be crude, Midnight," he growled.

"Oh, sorry. How about a hungry kitty instead?"

"But <i>she's</i> the -" Mic's protest was cut off by the homeroom teacher using his quirk. "- ack!"

"Shut up," Aizawa snorted at them all, his dark hair floating down as he released the Voice Hero. Mic choked and rubbed his throat, pouting hard, but he ignored him. "That's none of any of your business. I manage very well, as you can see."

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>I have to go, my queen. I'll see you after the last bell.</i>

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Mic again?</i>

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>Mic again</i>, he agreed. <i>As well as everyone else.</i>

Elly snickered softly to herself as she sat at her desk. She could almost hear the resignation in his voice as she read the text.

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>All right. I'll make the list, then.</i>

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>Think well on it.</i>

She smiled fondly at the phone and set it down. It buzzed seconds later and she picked it up again with a small frown.

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>We'll do one right away when we get home tonight ♡</i>

Her eyes widened as her tail fluffed out, hitting the back of her chair with a thump. He <i>was</i> serious about this, wasn't he?

<i>Now I have to get just as serious.</i>

She opened up her notes app on her phone and typed up a bullet list of ten hopeful romantic encounters. It took awhile, especially as she prioritized work first, but eventually it looked like this:

<b>The ♡ List</b>

1.) Romantic
<i>One night of lovemaking where it starts with a romantic dinner and ends with some sort of special tryst.</i>

2.) Praise
<i>It's a little embarrassing, but this is simple enough.</i>

3.) Clothed Sex
<i>You know, with just enough removed.</i>

4.) Hero Cosplay
<i>I know you're going to tease me about this forever, but I want to make love with you as Eraserhead & me as, well, just me. We can think up the scenario together.</i>

5.) Marking
<i>As part feline anthro, I feel the need to be connected to you by marking, but it goes deeper than that. I want you to act possessive.</i>

6.) Video
<i>I want you to record yourself. You know, however you want, just ...doing sexual things. Surprise me with it before we make love.</i>

7.) Massage
<i>I bought unscented oil.</i>

8.) Hair Washing
<i>I know it sounds silly..?</i>

9.) Spanking
<i>Your stern voice gets me so hot. I want you to turn me over your knee and spank me.</i>

10.) (Very Soft) Voyeurism
<i>Obviously, we'll have to discuss this, because I have certain reservations about it, but at the same time a certain idea excites me. We can swap this out, no need to do it if we decide it's best not to.</i>

Sleepy little lavender petals

"I don't think your folks like me."

Hizashi turned to blink at his girlfriend in surprise as she shook the sheet out over the futon they were going to sleep on. They were visiting his parents over a long weekend, and Elly definitely sensed some unease, if not quite open hostility.

"Wh - why would you <i>say</i> that?" He sat and gestured for her to do the same so he could hold her. They were both wearing t-shirts and shorts, having brushed their teeth and cleaned up for the night. Hizashi had brushed his long, golden hair until it shone, and she ran her fingers through it gently as they talked in hushed voices. Sitting here, in his old room, he looked soft and nostalgic. She thought she couldn't possibly love him more.

"Little things. Mostly it's a feeling, like they look at me in disapproval for some reason."

"I'm not gonna tell you yer wrong, babe, but I hope you are." He kissed her gently. "But it doesn't matter, anyway. I'm the one that loves you. Even if they don't, when they see that, they'll come around."

"I hope so."

They went to bed, curled comfortably around each other. At some point Elly woke, however, when a familiar scent tickled her nostrils. She sneezed, then sat up. Hizashi whined softly when she gently disentangled from his grip.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'll be right back." She brushed his ponytail off his neck and he sighed, falling into a deeper sleep.

Elly crept out to the screen where the scent was the strongest. It couldn't be - but yes, it was. Aizawa Shota was sitting with Hizashi's parents around their family table. It looked like he had been assigned to patrol the area and was just now getting off duty. He'd probably stopped in because he knew them.

Her ears twitched. She could hear him very clearly since he was close. Hizashi's parents, however, were on the far side near a small fan, and they were muted. She strained, but all she could make out was the scruffy hero's tired voice. Their shapes were silhouettes behind the screen, almost like a child's puppet show at a festival.

"We really are just close friends," Aizawa was stressing firmly. "I've known your son for a long time and worked with him every day for the past decade." He paused, then looked down at the coffee table.

Hizashi's parents apparently stated something they had before. She heard their voices raising, but still couldn't make out what they were saying.

The scruffy man struggled for a moment, clenching his fists. Elly could see the tension in his shoulders as he grimly rolled them back and raised his head. "It's difficult <i>because</i> we're such good friends. I'm - I'm not in love with your <i>son</i>. I'm in love with his girlfriend."

She bit her lip, her ears standing up in shock. Shota Aizawa in love with her?! And upset because she was dating his best friend. Oh, no. Oh, god, what could she do? But he was still talking, so she shoved those thoughts aside and concentrated on listening instead.

"...know it's terrible for a friend. So I try to avoid them when they're together. Otherwise, one of them might notice how I feel."

Elly sighed quietly and snuck back off to Hizashi's old bedroom. He was clutching her pillow in her absence, a tight little frown on his face. Evidently the pillow wasn't as good as her. She crawled back under the sheet and gently nudged his arm. He sighed, flipping it over her waist, and his brow smoothed out as he hummed happily.

"Nmm... babe? Didja hafta wee or somethin'?"

"Uh huh. Go back to sleep, sweetie." She kissed his forehead and he yawned.

"I can't help it," he grumbled. "My folks're weird. I can't believe they thought Shota and I were a couple. I mean, people can be close <i>friends</i>!"

"It's okay. I think they get it now." She could see why they might have treated her this way if they thought Aizawa had been pining for him. They'd been friends for so long, and Hizashi was closer to the gruff man than anyone. But if the feelings weren't mutual, why act like that towards her?

No, it wasn't the time to analyze things now. Now was the time to snuggle up to her warm, sleeping boyfriend and drift off herself.

He'd stopped by without a thought, really. He was here, so he figured he'd pay his respects. Hizashi's family had helped him throughout his difficult teenage years as much as their own son. He should have remembered he was visiting, and of course he would bring his girlfriend. He shouldn't stay. In fact he couldn't stay; they would find out his secret if he was in one place for too long.

Aizawa paused on his way out and coughed once, a tearing, wet sound. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth and when he glanced down at it he grimaced. He hastily wiped the speckles of blood and tiny, purple petals in his palm off on his sweatpants and hurried outside. His mind kept returning to the same fact, over and over again: Hizashi had brought Elly with him this time. That meant they were getting very serious.

The very next school day Aizawa was forced to listen to his friend's incessant babbling about his love life. That didn't help his condition much, as every ten minutes he had to excuse himself to cough into a tissue. Disposing of the evidence was even trickier, since he wouldn't let anyone know what an embarrassing illness he had. He managed to hold out until the end of his first class, and then a wave of melancholy struck him as he remembered how happy Hizashi had been that morning. The blond man was always smiling at work, unless an event occurred that required gravity. The ones that reached his eyes, though? Those were different.

<i>It's her. She makes him</i> so <i>happy.</i>

Aizawa didn't have a chance to grab a tissue this time. He coughed violently over his desk, grasping the edges as his vision started to grow black around the edges. When he came to, he was shaky and gasping, struggling to pull enough air into his lungs.

"'Zawa? Holy shit!"

He blinked, his gaze blurry, but he knew that voice anywhere. <i>Of course</i>, he sighed inwardly in resignation.

Elly reached out and pulled his long hair back so she could assess his physical state. Evidently she didn't like what she saw but he was breathing, the color returning to his cheeks, so she turned her attention to where he had coughed.

"Is that a pile of lavender sitting in <i>blood</i>?" She gasped out in horror at the mess on his desk. "Aizawa, you need to get to a hospital!"

"No." He snorted in disbelief and then coughed once, weakly. Miniscule petals dotted his lips and he scrubbed at them with one hand. "No hospital."

"But - but this is <i>serious</i>, and you could <i>die</i>!"

He sighed dismally. "Yes."

Elly's hands felt ice cold and her heart hammered in her chest, blood singing loudly in her ears. She reached out for his scruffy cheek but he jerked away before her fingers touched him. "Shota, I know what that means. And I'm responsible, aren't I?"

"Please don't call me that." His tone was somehow wearier than usual. "I'm not quite sure how you figured it out, but if you would keep it a secret from Mic I would be grateful. Also, no. It's <i>my</i> responsibility, not yours. You are not at fault."

"I'm not going to let you die."

"You don't get a choice," he told her drily, spitting out another mess of blood and flowers into a tissue this time. "The surgery only has a five percent rate or less of survival, and it's my only viable treatment."

"It's that bad?!"

"I didn't opt for it," he muttered, embarrassed. His face was pale, the dark stubble along his jaw and chin standing out more than usual.

"Besides, you're wrong," she told him quietly, her eyes boring into his. "It's not the only way to treat this condition."

"I said, it's the only <i>viable</i> treatment. I was not wrong."

"You're willing to die rather than - than try anything?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yes."

"<i>That's the most stupidly illogical thing I ever heard</i>!" She spluttered in rage. "You're not some sappy teenager, Sho - err, Aizawa! How can you -"

He held up a hand to stop her in mid-tirade. "Please. I know this is ridiculous. But ..." Aizawa paused and sighed deeply, an audible wheeze coming from his chest.

"I'm not worth your life," Elly told him firmly. "You should at least try the surgery."

"<i>But</i>," he went on, staring hard at her, his gaze so intense she faltered and took a step back. "I determine what I want to do with my life."

"You - but you didn't even try to..." Her lower lip trembled as she sank into a chair by the side of his desk. Elly hid her face in her hands and wept.

"I can't confess," he told her gently. "It will only work if you return my affection for you. Otherwise it will hasten the process."

"You have to <i>try</i>!"

"You already know."

"It's not the same and you know it. It's got to do with your repressed feelings coming out, so you have to tell me."

"<i>What do you want me to do, Cheshire?</i>" His hair flew upright in his agitated state as he shouted at her.

"<i>Tell me</i>!"

"I'll die <i>faster</i>, is that what you want? Fine! Anything is better than the hell of you badgering me about it, fooling me into thinking you might care!" He took as deep a breath as he could manage, his lungs wheezing, and placed two shaking hands on either side of her face with a gentleness that belied his apparent anger. His bloodshot eyes filled with tears, and one slipped down his cheek as he placed his forehead on hers.

"Shota," she choked softly.

"<i>I love you</i>."

As soon as he confessed his feelings, the tickle in his chest grew unbearable. He lurched to the side, sure that this was going to be it - the plant had entrenched itself so fully he would asphyxiate right in front of her.

<i>A somehow fitting end</i>, he thought wryly as he began to reach. <i>I get to die in the presence of the one I love</i>. But his first cough was different, and he found himself gagging on tendrils that dropped into the bin. It lasted only a minute, an intermittent hacking of flowers and longer, thinner parts.

And then it just ...stopped.

"This..." Aizawa stared in bewilderment at the rooted plant parts and stems in the garbage. "I can breathe," he said simply. His gray eyes grew very wide and he started to shake the slightest bit.

"Yeah."

He turned and fixed her with a soul-penetrating stare, a look so intense she shivered and took another step back.

"Do you love him?"

Elly nodded. "So much. Yes."

"But..."

She bit her lower lip, eyes cast down. "I don't know why, how, or when it happened. It just did. As a psychiatrist I know that -"

He shook his head, quickly covering her mouth with a strip of his scarf. "Please don't analyze things. It makes it seem ...colder."

Her eyebrows raised. When she nodded, he released her and she smiled at him. "See, there's a reason. You're so much softer than you seem at first."

Aizawa rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Huh. Well, then. I suppose the only logical choice is to forget this. All of it." He made an all-encompassing gesture with one arm.

"Can you?"

"I've done worse, I suppose." He dropped his gaze as he spoke. "It's enough to - to know. And now I need to get some of this grading done." Her lower lip quivered as she watched him resolutely turn his back to her. "Thank you," he added quietly.

"I don't know if I can," she told him sadly.

"Do it for him. In time, things will seem better than they are now. And Hizashi needs you."

"Yes." She sighed and nodded firmly. "After all, there are many different types of love, right? No one has a monopoly on any single one."

Aizawa grunted, and she took that as her cue to leave, quietly closing the door behind her.

He sat there for a long time, staring blankly out the windows. He wondered if she realized he hadn't answered her, and what conclusions she might draw because of that. Aizawa was a complex man that could lie when the situation demanded it, but he just hadn't been able to do it to her.

He wouldn't forget. He would do what was best for her, and for his best friend, without fail. If that meant suppressing his love, he would try.

Time would tell.

Aizawa knew one thing: he was <i>very</i> good at protecting the people he cared about.

All kinds of play 12

"You all set for work, hon?" Elly sprayed the winged sides of her hair one last time and turned to her boyfriend, who appeared, from the outside, to be dressed as usual. She knew he had on some extra equipment today, however.

She'd placed it on him herself.

Elly grinned at him.

Aizawa's face was a veritable thundercloud. "I know I said I wanted to try this, but did you have to give me half a fucking blow job before strapping it on?"

"Of course, silly," she said calmly, walking over to him and rubbing a knee between his legs, where the chastity belt remained firmly locked in place on his groin.

Aizawa groaned. "You're a monster. I'm all kinds of aching."

"Tch, seriously? Come on, Eraserhead, show me that you can take it, and you'll get a reward after school."

"If I can make it that long," he mourned.

"You wanted this," she reminded him heartlessly.

He had requested the belt, even purchased it. But he'd never thought it would be this difficult. She teased him mercilessly all day between classes, sneaking in to see him. Her touches were gentle caresses, her kisses sweet. And then there were the <i>texts</i>.

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Hey, baby. Just thinking about when I had you in my mouth this morning</i>

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Are you thinking about what we'll do later? When the belt comes off and you get to get off?</i>

...and more, each more exotic than the last.

Aizawa didn't think a text could get him that aroused, but he was wrong. Part of the game meant he had to play nice and respond to her at all times, too, so he couldn't just ignore them. He was a sweaty, flushed mess by the time school let out and they got to go home.

He got to their apartment first. Aizawa tore the capture weapon off his neck, thrusting it at its hook and tossing his goggles and belt there, too. Kicking off his boots, he padded quickly into the bedroom.

Elly arrived a quarter of an hour later. "I'm home," she called out as she removed her own gear and boots. "Sho baby? Where are you?"

"Bedroom," came the abrupt reply, and she chuckled.

Sure enough, when she got there he was laying on the bed completely nude except for the belt. His member was semi hard, and as she entered it twitched and stiffened in its cage.

Aizawa groaned miserably. "Please," he begged.

"Poor baby." She walked over and sat near him, trailing her fingers down the dark line of hair that led to his groin. "You're so excited, but you can't do anything about it."

He grunted, not trusting himself to speak.

"You were a good boy all day," she mused. His breathing picked up in pace as she spoke, and she smiled at him. "Weren't you?"

"That's - that's fucking condescending as hell, and you know it. I'm not a boy."

"Oh?" She tickled one thigh and he gasped, all but losing his composure when her fingers dropped lower.

The wheezy, whining sounds that squeezed out his throat were amazing. "Aaah ...haa! Oh! <i>Ngh!</i> P - please. Okay, all right. I'm a - a good boy. I'm a very good boy!"

"So cute," she murmured, and produced the key from where it had lay hidden all day on a cord between her breasts.

He panted and eagerly tracked it with hot eyes as she set it in the lock. Once it clicked and he was set free, however, he found he had another problem.

He couldn't <i>move</i> without touching it to take it off. And if he did that, he would likely come immediately. Elly sat and watched him war with himself for a few minutes until he came to the obvious solution.

"You do it," he begged quietly. "Please, my love. I - I need to, but..."

"Even cuter," she breathed. "Wow."

"Please!"

"Shh, it's okay." She leaned down beside him to stroke his long, sweaty hair away from his cheeks and kiss him gently on the forehead. "This will be quick." Her fingers unhooked the belt and he lifted his hips so she could take it completely off. The minute his shaft was freed, she grasped him and pumped firmly, squeezing in the way she knew he liked at the tip.

"<i>Yes</i>!" His body arched, toes and fingers digging into the sheets as he came. Warm splashes covered his chest as his aching, weighty torment broke free in several long, hard spurts. "Aah..! F - fuck. Oh, fuck, my Queen. That's - that's a lot. That's a mess."

"You <i>did</i> make yourself quite sticky." She handed him a washcloth. "Wipe some off, and then we can shower."

"Mnn. Then nap?" His now-sleepy eyes met hers in a silent plea.

"Of course nap. You earned it, sweetie."

"Good." He finished mopping some up and stood carefully, making sure he could get to the bathroom without dripping everywhere. "We can talk about how it's your turn to make a list. I've had two, but you haven't written up a single one."

She shivered, thinking of his previous requests and wondering how she might be able to survive him completing one of hers.

Well, that was for another day. She joined him in the bathroom for a quick scrub before resting. Time enough to think about all that later; she was happy that this, like everything else he'd wanted, had made <i>him</i> smile at her like he was right now.

Make some noise

"Come on in, babe!" Hizashi's voice sounded oddly muffled.

"Okay..." Elly flicked on the bedroom light, wondering what he had come up with to surprise her now. He was so smart, yet had such a goofy sense of humor she never knew what she would come home to.

She definitely wasn't expecting what she saw tonight.

Her boyfriend was laying there on the bed, a blanket covering his top half so his hips stuck out. He was nude except for a leather thong and his Present Mic sunglasses.

The sunglasses were, of course, <i>not</i> on his face, as that was hidden from sight.

His groin was shaved and neatly waxed, the blond curls trimmed to mimick his trademark pointed mustache. He'd set his sunglasses above and the thong sort of looked like his jacket.

"Oh, my god... <i>Zashi</i>." She clapped a hand over her mouth, unable to hold back the laughter that burst from her at the sight.

"Who's that?" She had been teaching him to throw his voice, and he used what little skill he had to move it down there. "No, no, baby, it's Mikey!" He bobbed his hips around, wiggling his penis about in an enthusiastic fashion.

Elly collapsed at the foot of the bed, giggling uncontrollably. "This - now <i>this</i> beats it all. It really does."

Hizashi hummed seductively. "What was that I heard about beating?" The leather at his groin twitched.

"Not that kind of beating!"

"Aww." He flopped down and it fell heavily against his thigh.

"Wh - what are you going for here, sweetie?" Her lips were still quirking up in a smile, and the laughter hadn't left her voice.

"Mikey wants a kiss." He sounded hopeful.

"Ohhhh, is <i>that</i> what Mikey wants?" She sat at the edge and bent, softly kissing the leather-covered tip. He groaned, and his member stiffened, tugging on the material and filling it completely. "Was that it?" She asked innocently.

Hizashi pouted under the blanket before he realized she couldn't see him. He shook his hips back and forth in a "no" gesture. "Nuh uh, you didn't really kiss me."

"So you want me to take your, uh... jacket off?" She ran a finger up the now fully firmed shift, admiring the soft leather.

"Uh huh."

"All right, careful then." She peeled it off and he sighed happily.

Elly paused.

Stared harder than she ever had in her life.

"Hizashi Yamada, is that a cock ring shaped like your <i>neck speaker</i>?"

He finally lost control. The blanket went sailing to the floor as he cackled maniacally, revealing his flushed face and some sweaty strands of hair that had fallen loose from his ponytail clinging to his neck. "Ha! Ya like it?! I got it custom made, just for us."

"I can't believe you," she chuckled. "You - ah, hell. I love you."

He grinned hugely as she tgrew her arms around him. "Babe, you don't even know the half of it yet. I <i>really</i> had it custom made."

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Let's get you undressed and I'll show ya, hmm?"

Once her clothing was off he embraced her with a tender kiss. "Mmm, you feel great. Can I?"

"Please," she breathed, raising her legs to wrap around his middle.

Hizashi entered her with a moan, shivering at her heat and the tightness of her sex. He then smiled and licked his lips, staring down at the junction where their bodies met. "You ready for a treat?"

"What kind of treat?"

He chuckled wickedly and directed a low hum at the ring. His Voice was controllable at short distances without his gear, so he hit it perfectly. (Not to mention that he'd been practicing.) The ring amplified his quirk like his larger speakers did but to a lesser degree. But with his member firmly inside her it rested directly above her sex.

She jolted stiffly in his arms, her eyes wide and a cry torn from her throat. "<i>Ohmigod</i>!"

"Now for the best part," he sighed. He began to move, using his quirk on her throat and lips to tease her with those over-the-top kisses and now and again directing a hum at the ring while he thrust. The stimulation was so intense that she was writhing under him, eyes rolled back in her head and hands digging into the sheets on either side of her.

"Babe, you look gorgeously fucked. So lewd," he gasped, shivering. "You're even <i>drooling</i>." He lapped at a corner of her mouth while she whimpered. "And a cock ring means I'll stay harder much longer, my love. I'll... oh, oh shit <i>yeah</i>. I'll, ah, fuck you right through your whole orgasm."

Elly wept as she clung to him, bucking to meet him and her mind focused solely on his movements. It felt wonderful to lose herself like this and leave everything to him. She trusted him. He would take care of her.

"Yeah, baby, rock those hips. Yeah. Oh, <i>yeah</i>. Mikey <i>likes</i>." He growled like a beast, the reverberating sounds tingling down her entire body.

"Mic!"

"Huh? Ohhh. Oh ho ho ho, now. <i>There</i> we go. I broke the baby." He tossed his ponytail back and laughed gleefully up at the ceiling. "Went feral, did we darlin'? My baby got a crush on Present Mic, who d'ya think is loving you now, hmm?"

She bit her lip, trying to stave off the pathetically weak mews that wanted to break free.

Hizashi slowed down teasingly. "Don't hold back! You know I want to hear those pretty cries. C'mon, for me?" A soft miaow made him smile. "Good kitty. Now hold on, I'm getting real close."

She nodded, eyes dazed.

He took a deep, even breath and threw himself back into their lovemaking with far more zeal than before. That was it for Elly. The pleasure within her swelled and broke free like a torrential wave, bursting all over her body and causing little shocks as it went. She curled her toes and rode it out, her senses lost to everything but the joy and feeling of him all around and inside her. Hizashi held her tight and kept at it as he'd promised, loving her all the way through.

"Oh. Oh, wow. Eek! Zashi, oh Zashi -"

"I know, babe, sensitive. I'm... just a little bit more, and I'm gonna -"

She kissed his ear and nibbled when his strokes faltered. This was one of his sensitive parts, and she blew gently into the lower half of the shell, praising him. "You're so good, honey, you made me come so hard."

"Erk!" He choked, squeezing his eyes shut. "Baby..!"

"I love you. Give it to me, Zashi."

"Look out," he gasped. "It - it's a <i>lot</i>, I'm <i>coming</i>." He dropped his forehead to hers and moaned outrageously loud, causing the windows to rattle. "Nmm! Aaahhh, god, yeahhhh."

"Whew."

"I'll say." He blew out a gust of air that flicked a straggly blond hair off his face. "That was something, huh?"

"You could definitely say that." She purred and kissed him on the lips.

"Ugh. I gotta take this thing off now. Err... uh oh. How do I..? I'm still, uh, hard, and, uh."

"Relax," she soothed him. "You just need to calm down a bit. It'll come off."

"It better. Can you imagine having to go to Recovery Girl with <i>this</i>?"

"You'd go to Chiyo?!"

"Babe, it's like, super late. Otherwise we'd end up in the ER, and no way I'm letting them see this. At least the old lady can keep her mouth shut."

"I'm sure it will come off, sweetie."

Eventually, it did, though not after Hizashi had panicked and squirted half a bottle of lube on himself in a last ditch effort to slide the thing off. Their sheets were not spared a last, finishing touch of mess as they got splattered.

Hizashi stared first at the sheets, and then at Elly rather sheepishly. "Uh... sorry."

She sighed. "Just help me put them in the laundry."

"You're not angry? I should've gone in the bathroom."

"Nope," she said cheerfully. "You've punished yourself far enough. Just wait until <i>that</i> -" she pointed at his groin mustache, "starts growing back in again!"

His face registered genuine alarm, as if he hadn't thought about that until just now. He started to sweat but said nothing, just toddled off to the laundry room with his arms full.

Elly hid a smile as she went to get fresh sheets from the linen closet.