Blbs 3

Aizawa grinned as he watched the video someone in the office had sent him. All it showed was a pale woman buying a coffee at a local cafe. She was wearing a simple, black t-shirt and jeans with a baseball cap on her head and dark sunglasses. Of course, she could hide her face, but that striped, double-tipped tail with the white ends was a quick giveaway.

The title was, of course, '<i>♡♡ Check out Cheshire's MASSIVE love bite!!! ♡♡</i>'.

His lips twitched, and he let out a coughing, dry sort of laugh. He knew it was a mistake the moment it left him, but couldn't help himself.

<i>She didn't even try to hide it!</i>

"Uhhh... what's up, there Aizawa?" Kayama rolled her chair over. "Oh, hey! You got the link."

"Yeah." He downsized the window, letting it sit on his desktop while he brought up an article he was trying to finish. "Thanks. Maybe I can needle her about that later."

"You going to? You've been kinda soft on her lately."

He glared at her. "I have not."

"Yeahhhh, you really have." She ticked off a list on her garishly painted nails. "You got into that afterparty, but didn't come out with <i>any</i> dirt. Then, you didn't write about her latest concert either. And, a whole two weeks have passed, and I haven't seen you poking fun of her on Twitter at all! That's no fun."

Aizawa grimaced. It was true; Kayama was right. He had slept with her once and spent the night this past weekend. They were planning on another visit this Friday, as well. "Well, I've been busy."

Her eyes widened. "Did you get a <i>girlfriend</i>?"

"No."

"C'mon, you can tell me!"

He sighed in resignation. "She's... not a girlfriend. More of a -" He suddenly panicked. What the hell <i>was</i> their relationship, anyway? They weren't friends, that was for sure, and just because they were technically having sex didn't make them lovers. "Shit. I don't know, the sex is good."

Wrong thing to say. He winced as she clapped him on the back, letting out a happy laugh so loud the whole office took notice. "Hey, good for you, Aizawa! Get you some!"

"Kayama!"

She giggled and backed away. "Hit that shit!" She called out as she waved at him from her desk. "And don't let up on Cheshire just 'cause you're getting some!"

<i>Fuck</i>.

Well, maybe he <i>should</i> get back into the natural order of things. It wasn't as if Ches thought he was any different. If anything, it might relax things a bit. There was something about that blowjob in the shower that had caused an odd shift in their relationship. He had offered to wash her back for her and she had scrubbed his as well. It had been warm and comfortable, just as letting go when she sucked on him had been. And, afterward, he had kissed her before leaving.

He had, hadn't he? Why had he done that?

<i>You were tired, that's all! It doesn't mean anything.</i>

He opened Twitter on his phone and set his jaw. There was nothing wrong with him. He was an excellent reporter, and he would get what he wanted just like he said he would.

Elly was off for a good part of that day, lounging on her couch by the television while it played some underwater documentary. She wasn't really paying attention and caught up her phone to idly browse her accounts. She stopped short as she saw a familiar avatar cropping up on her Twitter feed.

<b>Aizawa Reports</b> @AizawaShota Jul 15

<b>@CheshireSings</b> <i>what kind of trashy adult shows off a hickey in public? How old are you?</i>

Elly sniffed, then smiled faintly. "Back to your old tricks, babe?"

She posted a photo on her Twitter feed shortly after, giving a thumbs-up wearing a distractingly low midriff and drinking boba tea from a shiny purple tumbler that read '<i>dumb bitch juice</i>'. The hickey was in clear view to everyone and it was clear she was proud of whatever she had done.

Aizawa promptly called her 'shameless' and 'what was wrong with the music industry' even as his heart pounded in his chest. He saved the photo.

Later that night they met up again. He was a little more cautious about buzzing into her suite than he had been before, knowing the paparazzi wanted to get a shot of her 'mystery lover'. She let him in quickly and they stood staring at each other for a second, smiling.

He spoke first. "Did you get my text?"

"Yes, I did," she said happily. "My own paperwork is on the nightstand in the bedroom."

"Fuck, yes," he hissed as she grabbed him by the belt and tugged him further inside. This time he was more aware of his surroundings, and he noted the sleek, modern set of furniture offset with fluffy purple rugs and accent pieces the colors of her purple hair and tail fur.

"C'mon, it's your chance to reciprocate for the weekend."

"For the what now?" Aizawa let her pull him into the bedroom and shove him on the bed. He fell onto his back with a smug grin on his face as he watched her straddle him. "A little excited, huh?" She kissed him, her hands plunging into his hair to hold the sides of his head. He kissed back, but after only a few minutes pulled away gasping. "Let me see the test results before we get carried away."

Elly reached over with her tail and flicked them onto the bed. "There."

Aizawa's grin was the largest she had seen yet. "I'm going to make you scream tonight," he promised seductively. He tossed the papers aside and placed a hand low on her belly. "How many times has a man gone down on you?"

Her cheeks burned as her face promptly flushed a deep, dark red. "Not nearly enough."

"I can fix that for you." His darkening eyes held a passionate promise, so wicked as to almost be a threat. Elly shivered and mewed weakly, watching this time as his expression changed and he started to breathe faster.

<i>It's the cat sounds</i>, she marveled quietly to herself as he threw himself on her. <i>They drive him crazy!</i>

"Get naked," he breathed into her mouth. "Get naked so I can lick you <i>all over</i>."

She wasted no time pulling her clothing off.

Aizawa was true to his word. He began at her eyes, kissing them closed before thrusting his tongue between her lips. "Hmm. You're awful squirmy, Ches. You really want this, don't you." He trailed his lips down her throat but didn't bite this time. Instead he covered her with soft, brushing kisses and licks. His scruff was rough but oddly not too harsh on her skin. Instead, the rougher contrast added to the experience, heightened it, even.

Elly shivered. "Yes," she breathed out between moans. "Oh, yes - 'Zawa..."

He closed his eyes as he sucked on her firm nipples, drinking in her cries of pleasure. These were just little ones, but soon there would be more. Aizawa spread his warm palms on her waist and caressed as he moved further down, peppering her with light kisses and slow, wet mouthing. When he got to her navel and tickled it with the tip of his tongue she reached out and grasped two large handfuls of his hair.

"Careful, Ches."

"Yes," she agreed. "I promise I won't pull too hard. Just don't stop."

Aizawa sucked some light marks into her thighs, laughing when she bucked up, trying to urge him over to her sex. "In time. Don't get pushy."

She let out a sound somewhere between a hiss and a growl, and he had pity on her at last. His hands dug into her thighs, pushing them apart so he could have better access to lap at her fleshy folds. Aizawa nuzzled and licked, parting the hooded section at the top of her sex and exposing the small, round button he was searching for.

His tongue was warm and slippery and <i>amazing</i>, everything she needed and then more as he added a finger to pump in the same rhythm of his licking. The tingly heat grew into a frenzied electric rush as he teased her mercilessly, slipping off to let her down from her high and then bringing her rushing back up again. Her ears rang, her toes curled into the sheets and her back arched sharply as she sang out. Aizawa noticed that however much she writhed, her hands entangled in his hair remained gentle. He sighed and kissed her directly on her sex, swirling his tongue and adding another finger.

"<i>Faster!</i> F - faster, ohmigod, it - it's so <i>sweet</i>, so good!" Her body tensed and he slowed down, thrusting slower and licking with less pressure as she orgasmed. When she fell back onto the bed he got up and patted her leg.

"You okay?" She nodded, and he smiled. "I'm gonna go wash up, and come back for round two."

"Ohmigod," she wheezed.

Elly lay trembling on her bed as she listened to Aizawa wash his face and clean out his mouth. She was amazed, and not only because of how mind-boggling that experience had been but his apparent care for her. He was showing himself to be a <i>considerate</i> lover, and why would he be that way unless..?

"I'm back," he called out softly.

"Good." She held out her arms for him, and he sank willingly into her embrace.

"Mmn. You're all weak now, like a little kitten. Looks like you might have to just lay back and take what I have for you."

"That's not such a bad thing," she purred, stretching.

Aizawa kissed her, running his hand through her hair. "Yeah? You want me to come inside you, Ches?"

"Do it," she whispered.

He guided himself with a hand and hissed in approval as he sank deep inside. Unlike their previous couplings, this was slow and unrushed, Aizawa taking his time to feel the differences. No physical barrier between them meant she was burning hot around his shaft, the heat so intense he thought he was melting.

And then he realized he was.

No <i>physical</i> barriers were involved this time, but the mental ones were in place. But those were flimsy, weak, and he was crumbling as he thrust and moved within her. Elly was limp in his arms, and her relaxed state could be seen as a sign of trust. This was the first time in a long while he had been intimate with anyone for so long that he could do this, and that shook him as well. Aizawa's heart ached as she called his name out, moaning faintly. He wanted to hear his given name on her lips, to hear it cried out, as well.

"Ai - Aizawa, ohhh..."

"<i>Ches</i>." He bit back a loud groan and his hips quickened, a strong, steady beat. "I'm - I'm gonna fill you up." He dropped his head to hers, long, dark tresses covering them both.

"Mmmn." She raised one hand and caressed the back of his head. Her eyes met his, and there was a mischievous twinkle in them. "Give your kitten some milk, then, baby."

His breath hitched, his bloodshot eyes popping open wide for a second. Then the weight crushing him below exploded in orgasmic release and he moaned, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

Eventually he came to, and when he did he was absolutely baffled. Aizawa slipped out of her with a grimace, his expression a miniature thundercloud as he realized he'd been neatly manipulated. He muttered under his breath, not comfortable with how she had gotten so easily under his skin. No one else had been able to make him come with a single <i>sentence</i>. He usually had more control than that.

"What's the matter now?"

"Nothing." He watched as she made a mad dash for the bathroom.

"You looked <i>pissed</i> for a second there." He heard her use the toilet and then flush and clean up, banging the cabinets about.

"Yeah, well, I was startled by your natural ability to talk so dirty."

She appeared in the doorway, a rubenesque silhouette with a furry, purple robe belted on. "Flattery," she said with an airy toss of her head, "will get you everywhere."

He snorted, amused, then stood and began putting on his underwear and pants.

"Do you have to leave so early?"

"I have to go," he said regretfully as he buttoned up his shirt. "There's this dumb office party thing, and if I'm not there they'll think god knows what of me."

"Hmm. All right." They walked back out to the foyer, and he put his shoes and coat back on.

"I'll text you," he murmured, and brushed his lips lingeringly on hers.

Elly was about to kiss back when the door suddenly banged open and a man's voice yelled, "Whoa!"

Aizawa's eyes slid to one side, taking in the newcomer. There was no mistaking who he was. He wore hot pink, rhinestone studded sweatpants and a white tank top. His unnaturally bright green eyes behind a ridiculously large pair of designer sunglasses and huge fall of blond hair gave him away. Superstar Present Mic stood in her doorway, one hand up in an aborted knocking position and his face scrunched up in shock.

"Yo, Els, ya didn't tell me you had company."

"Whoops. Sorry, Mic. You're early, though!"

Aizawa nodded curtly to him as he left. Mic watched him leave and then leaped inside, squealing with glee.

"So, what? You got a boyfriend or something?" He leaned over, laughing when she bat him away. "You can tell me, girl! I'm just curious. That boy was definitely not the help." He paused, taking in her sex-tousled hair and robe. "Welllll... not the cleaning type, anyway."

Elly groaned and shook her head. "I can't, Mic. It's complicated. But he's - he's just a really good fuck."

"<i>That</i> was not a kiss you get from a fuck buddy," he said, rolling his eyes. "Oh, no. At least tell me his name?"

"You're gonna Google him!"

"Am not!"

Elly sighed. "Oh, hell. What's the use - it's Aizawa Shota."

Present Mic frowned slightly, his small brows drawing together to a point. "What about him? Ya afraid he's gonna get the scoop on hottie, here, and -"

"No, Mic - <i>he's</i> Aizawa Shota."

The blond man's mouth fell open. "<i>Holy shitfuck!</i> You <i>want</i> your career to die?! That's the bastard critic that bashes all yer stuff!"

"I know who he is." She flopped onto a chair, her ears askew as she sighed. "It's just ...a game. He can't say anything about me if he's involved, too."

"I'll say it again. <i>That</i> kiss did <i>not</i> look like people just foolin' around. It was comfy, yanno? Like he cares about you."

"Ughhh, quit it. There's no way that bastard likes me. He just likes, well, you know."

"Meow," Mic snickered, and they burst out laughing together.