Flirt wars (shota)

 

Sleeping Bag (shota)

"Hnf. I bet you're boring in bed," Kayama scoffed at the man in front of her at the table.

"I prefer a sleeping bag," Aizawa shrugged.

"Are you telling me you've had sex in that and are dragging it around school all the time?!" She spluttered, getting the better part of her drink all over.

Thirteen edged away from the drunken woman with a grimace. "Hey, Ches... you want to trade places?"

"And sit next to Midnight? When she's drunk?!" Elly shook her head. "Oh, no. I know better than that."

"Cheshire!"

Elly groaned. "Yeah, Midnight?"

"Does Eraser really screw in his bag?"

Her tail frizzed completely out in every direction. "I - I don't... <i>why would you ask me that</i>?!"

Kayama looked nonplussed. "Hey, I figured you and him were - you know ..." She made a rude gesture and Thirteen hid her face in her gloved hands.

"What gave you <i>that</i> idea?" Aizawa asked curiously.

"Well, I mean, you both flirt all the time and, if Eraserhead here has a type, it would definitely hafta be cat related!" She pointed at the cat woman's ears. "I see him staring at your tail and stuff when he thinks you're not watching."

"Kayama!"

"Maybe it's not your tail." She chuckled wickedly and downed another shot. "You an ass man, Aizawa?"

He gave her a very steady look.

She burst out laughing and then hicupped. "Uh oh. Be right back, I've got to use the ladies' room."

Aizawa blinked at Elly, who stared right back. Thirteen, feeling like a third wheel, got up to order some more food.

The scruffy man broke the silence first. "So," he murmured, scratching absently at his chin. "You want to see if we can both fit?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Elly accepted quickly.

-

A nice feeling (shota)

Eri watched, her eyes wide and mouth open in a little "o" of surprise, as her guardian smiled a softer smile than any she'd seen before.

Elly knocked gently at her door while Aizawa was braiding her hair. When she poked her head through at the girl's tentative acceptance, his busily working hands stilled. She felt rather than heard the intake of air as the older man's gaze fell upon the counselor.

<i>He looks at her different</i>, she thought, awed.

His bland voice sounded the same, though. "Is there something you need, Cheshire?"

"You," Elly said easily, shrugging. She winked at Eri, whose eyes grew larger at the casual sign of camaraderie.

Aizawa choked on that. "Excuse me?"

The cat woman laughed and sat on the small bed, making sure not to disturb the few stuffed animals seated there. "You're doing Eri's hair for the event tonight, right? I thought it might be a good idea if I did yours." She gazed fondly at his messy, wavy locks.

Aizawa would have immediately rejected the idea, but the pale child before him spun about to face him with an excited smile. "That's great!"

He blinked his tired eyes, startled. "Oh?"

Eri couldn't explain how safe and cared for she felt when he did her hair. His strong fingers were gentle as they combed through, taking his time and helping her pick out the pretty accessories he'd mostly bought for her. But she knew one thing, and in her childlike innocence she blurted out the truth in more ways than she knew.

"She'll make you feel nice! You should do it."

The adults shared a look that spoke louder than words. "Well," he murmured slowly, his gray eyes never leaving Elly's purple ones, "I guess it's settled, then." He finished off the last braid, fingers moving deftly, and attached the fuzzy band she picked out earlier. "You good?"

"Uh huh." Eri nodded, and he pointed out the door. She breathlessly thanked him as she ran out on sturdy little legs to join the girls of class 1-A downstairs.

Aizawa stayed in his crouched position until he couldn't hear the sounds of her feet running down the hall. He then stood slowly up, grimacing as his knees popped. Elly raised her eyebrows at him when he took a long step to stand directly in front of her. He bent down so he could speak directly into one of her furry, purple ears.

"I'm ready for you to make me feel ... <i>nice</i>," he hummed in a low tone. "Shall we move to your room or mine?"

She blushed.

-

The Pocky Game (shota)

"She's never done it before, c'mon!" Kayama shook the box of pocky in the scruffy teacher's face.

"Uh, that's okay, really. I know how it works, and it's <i>definitely</i> not something Aizawa would want to do." Elly tried her hardest to defuse the situation, but the R-Rated Hero smelled sexual tension in the air like a bloodhound. She was also quite drunk.

Aizawa took the box from her and set it on the table in front of them. "Kayama," he sighed wearily, "we're not a couple of teenagers."

The dark-haired woman snickered. "No," she agreed. "No, you're not. <i>You're</i> a thirty-one year old stick-in-the-mud that I gaurrantee never did anything like this. Man up, Aizawa! Have another drink!"

It was, ultimately, the alcohol that did them in.

Kayama had a wide variety of bottles and cans of all sorts of alcohol, both mixed and plain. They all had one thing in common, though, and that was their staggeringly high proof count. Several glasses of beer later, the scruffy man kept eyeing the box and poking at it until he finally turned to Elly.

"Let's do this," he said firmly. "I want to eat these, and she won't let us unless we do it." He opened the top and took one out, shaking his hair back before sticking the end of the strawberry-coated cookie stick in his mouth.

Their audience of one watched, thrilled, when Elly licked her lips and stared. "Okay," she murmured, "but you're gonna lose." He snorted and waved her towards him. She scooted closer and bit the far end, nibbling immediately.

Pocky sticks were, by definition, not very large. The sweet treat was already half gone before she saw something flicker in the laconic man's gray eyes. Aizawa grinned devilishly at her and took a massive bite, chomping all the way to her side and pressing his lips on hers. She swallowed a mouthful of cookie and gasped, only to feel his tongue slip between her lips in a deliberate kiss.

And then, not satisfied with <i>that</i>, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding low around her waist while he kissed her again.

And again.

Elly mewed faintly, shaking all over, and he steadied her against his warm chest when their mouths broke apart after a seemingly endless display of passion.

"That was epic!" Kayama howled in delight. She held up her phone with a loud and crazy laugh. "I got the whole thing caught on video! Good thing, too, 'cause otherwise nobody would ever believe me."

Flirt Wars (Zashi)

 

Pocky Game (zashi)


"I get to choose, remember?" Midnight slid a box over the coffee table at the couple seated on the couch. "Losers play the pocky game."

"Oh, <i>c'mon</i>," Mic groaned loudly. "We're not teenagers, Midnight!" Elly noticed that despite his protest an intriguing blush was creeping up his neck. It was hard to notice because of his directional speaker, but it was starting to spread beyond.

"You lost," she told him flatly. "If you don't do this in the faculty lounge with us watching, I'll record it." Her eyes glittered dangerously. "In fact, maybe I should..."

Yagi coughed uncomfortably into one hand. "Kayama, perhaps this isn't the best -"

Aizawa shrugged. "I seem to remember <i>someone</i> bragging they would definitely win." He stared hard at his friend, who scowled.

"We would've, if that stupid bee hadn't flown right at me."

"He can deal with the consequences, as can Cheshire. Correct?"

Thirteen giggled like a girl and there was some more laughter in the back. The Voice Hero reluctantly reached for the box of pocky.

"Not so fast - neck gear, off. Both of you."

He swore under his breath but did as he was told. Elly quietly put hers on the table alongside his and sat waiting.

Mic took a stick out of the box, holding it with shaky fingertips as he bit near one end. "A'ight," he said between clenched teeth, "let's do this, yo."

Elly swallowed hard and nodded, trying not to let the gaze of the other staff bother her as she gingerly took the other side in her mouth.

"You know the rules - you've got to get to the middle first, if someone backs away or drops the pocky they lose! And if you meet in the <i>middle</i>," Midnight paused for effect, her tone dripping saccharine sweetness, "it's a tie."

Mic edged closer in a tentative bite, and they began.

Elly's cheeks burned bright red but she kept on, nibbling as slowly as possible. The sweet treat wasn't large, and soon there was barely any left. She threw caution to the wind and looked directly into his bright green eyes. They were sparkling with mischief behind his orange-tinted sunglasses, and before she knew it they closed the final distance and their lips were touching. Mic pressed forward slightly, his eyes growing dreamy for a moment, but he came to when the staff started cat-calling and whistling. Her ears shot straight up and he jerked backwards at the involuntary kiss turned real, flailing his arms wildly.

"Erk! M'sorry, ohmigod, holy shit - wow! I guess, uh, this means we tied, right? Guys?" He glanced nervously around only to find the other teachers had left. "G - guys?" He called faintly, voice faltering. "I have a feeling this was a trap, yo..."

Elly cocked her head at him, a curious smile on her lips. She pointed at the box on the table. "What do you say, Mic? Best two out of three?"


-

Mixed Drinks (zashi)

"Drink it! It's not that bad, I mixed all your faves into one!" Kayama pushed the glass into Hizashi's hand one more time, and the blond man recoiled in disgust just like he had earlier.

"No way! Last time I puked my guts out in the alley! You can't just mix shit an' call it good!" He held his own cup close to him, as if to ward off the evil effects of whatever concoction Kayama had made.

"If you'll let me sip it and not guzzle the damn thing, I'll try it," Elly interjected loudly. She'd had a few drinks herself and was getting annoyed at the other woman encroaching on Hizashi's space, especially because she was sitting next to him. Kayama kept pushing past her to force the damn thing on him, and she reached out with one hand, shoving her back even as her other grabbed the glass. "Sit the hell down and relax."

"Ches, no!" Hizashi called out in dismay.

Elly shook her head and sipped cautiously. Her eyes widened and she shuddered. "That's <i>terrible</i>," she said, gagging.

"Aw, poor baby." Hizashi took a swallow of his drink and leaned forward. She felt a hand cup the back of her head as soft lips brushed her own, and suddenly her mouth was flooded with a sweet taste as she stared into a pair of whirling, green-gold eyes. "Izzat better?"

"Yes," she managed to breathe faintly. "You ordered amazake, 'Zashi?"

"Uh huh."

"I think I have a new favorite drink."

He winked at her.

-

Soreness (zashi)

"Doesn't your speaker get heavy?" Elly reached out, her fingers hovering inches away from the reddened skin on the Voice Hero's neck. He'd taken it off in the lounge to relax for a few minutes before classes started again.

Mic was staring at his phone and didn't notice she was so close. He shrugged. "Yeah, but what ya gonna do, huh? I need it, so it's a necessary evil. Besides, I'm used to it by now. It's only after I've worn it all day it gets really annoying."

Elly lightly touched his throat, and he jumped backwards, his phone slipping from his hands to clatter onto the table. "Sorry. It just... looks like it hurts."

His large, green-gold eyes were huge as he took in the scene before him with the counselor kneeling down with her fingertips grazing his Adam's apple. "Uh... well, it kinda does, yeah."

"Is there anything I can do?"

She looked so earnest, her ears laid back and dark eyes filled with sympathy and other emotions he could only guess at. Dazed, Mic spoke before his brain could kick in. "You could kiss it better."

"Tilt your head a little?" Elly closed the distance between them and he shivered at the warm touch of her mouth on his skin.

"That's definitely better. Um. Hey, if you're up for it, I've got some chapped lips that could use some attention, too."

-


r/redditsucks (zashi)

Elly scrolled aimlessly on her phone in the shared desk space. She was waiting for a copy from Aizawa and consequently standing near her crush, Present Mic. The two sat together, so she could get away with being close to him.

<b>randocontent10</b><i>The new counselor at U.A. is a partial cat anthro. Cat girl style, you know, all the right parts. What do you think? Is she going to break some hearts while in Japan?</i>

<b>PmUrDonutPix</b><i>The one with the fanged mask? She's scary as shit!</i>

<b>PostHumurously</b><i>r/dontputyourdickinthat lol</i>

Elly sighed. She liked her reputation as the Insanity Hero, it's just that sometimes she wanted to be seen as something other than "scary".

She was so depressed she didn't notice Mic typing furiously on his phone, his brow furrowed in anger. Aizawa gave her what she needed, and she nodded and left for her private office.

Once seated in her comfortable chair, she laid her head on her desk and closed her eyes. After a couple of minutes she heard someone enter, and recognized the squeak and smell of the leather Mic wore.

He leaned down close to her ear and spoke very softly. "Hey, Ches?"

No response. He glanced around quickly, making sure no one else was around, then whispered, "<i>I</i> think you're beautiful."

<b>LoudestBirbScrem</b>: <i>STFU, you're all being shit humans. She's gorgeous & I'd totally date her.</i>

Moy mell 58

 

When he reached the top of the stairs he saw the entire upper level was open; a gorgeous area surrounded on one side with huge windows. It was dark enough by now that the lights came on when he walked up with Elly starting to lift her head from his shoulder. There was a small kitchen and dining area on the west side, and a couple of doors suggesting pantries, closets, and possibly a bathroom. The east side past the huge living room had only one door since the bedroom had a master bath inside the suite. Everything was warm and homey, with polished wood floors, throw rugs and everything else one expected in a mountain retreat.

He really didn't think too much of it; Aizawa was a simple man. If it pleased her it made him happy, though. He took in the layout for purely logical purposes, noting the rooms and weak points of defense.

He tried, but she didn't make it to the bedroom. Elly had held out amazingly well if what Seimei said was true, but was finally at her limit. Her body slithered out of his arms to kneel in front of him on the carpet at the foot of the stairs, hands gripping his hips under the robe. Aizawa choked on a lungful of air as she went directly for him, mouth sucking on his flaccid member with overwhelming eagerness. He shrugged his bathrobe off and kicked it aside, his brow drawn as he felt an odd sensation of heat pooling in his groin instead of pressure like normal. This was <i>definitely</i> going to be different than sex like he was used to.

After a few moments she slipped him out of her mouth, crying out with delight at his growing erection. Her nails dug into his skin, flexing and starting to claw when he didn't move fast enough for her liking.

"Calm down," he gasped. "I promise I'll make you feel good, just... quit trying to tear me apart."

Elly sank down to the floor on her back, staring up at him with greedy lust, her robe open. He took one deep breath and laid heavily on her, calming her with the sensation of his body on her own.

"Sho..."

"It's okay." He guided himself to her heat with one hand, angling slightly. "Oh, shit," he groaned as he thrust, stunned by the strange sensation in his groin. "<i>Ches</i>." His movement faltered for a brief moment as the tingling in his lower belly grew. It was unnerving, but he threw himself back into action, keeping a slow, steady pace. He soon noticed that she was at war with herself; torn between losing herself to the pleasure and holding back for his safety. Her nails dug sharply into his back and then just as quickly jerked away while she whimpered and tossed her head.

"So <i>good</i> to me," she groaned, fingers twining restlessly in his hair. "Don't want to h - hurt."

"Shh, my queen. It's fine." Aizawa decided to give her something to focus on. "I want you to look into my eyes the whole time - right until the very end."

"<i>Sexy</i>," Elly breathed shakily as she obeyed. She shivered at his loud, roughened voice. He was close, so close and his dark pupils huge with passion. His head lolled forward, strands of dark hair that escaped from the messy bun sticking to his sweaty neck and face. He snarled with pleasure when their eyes met and shuddered.

"Look at me, kitten," he growled, panting. "<i>Look at me</i>!"

The tension in her belly grew to an unbearable level. Aizawa flipped his sweaty hair back with a toss of his head and moved faster, baring his teeth as he gave it his all. The couple slid several feet along the shiny wooden floor until he firmly planted his palms down as anchors. This meant he couldn't hold her but he made up for it with a series of wet, deep kisses.

Mating sex really was the most intense and she screamed when she came, clinging to him desperately. He was not far behind, but his orgasm was noticeably different from any she witnessed before. His breathing hitched, thrusts faltering, and Elly saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

She was coherent for the moment after being sated, so she cupped the back of his neck in one palm and encouraged him with a smile. "I need you to come for me. I'm watching."

Aizawa shuddered with a grimace on his reddened features. "I - I'm not sure I can ...no, oh my god. <i>Unghh</i>!"

"Yes," she sighed.

"<i>Fuck</i> that's weird," he rasped between clenched teeth. "Aaahhh, Ches, it's so hot. I'm..!" He thrust forward once more and broke his gaze from hers, head drooping. His dark hair was almost completely free now, and it tickled her shoulders and neck as he kissed her fondly.

"Better?"

He snorted. "I should be asking <i>you</i>."

"Well, I am, for now."

Aizawa pulled out from her warmth with a wet sound. "We're both a mess," he murmured as he rubbed at the back of his sweat-soaked neck. "Let's say we get cleaned up before you need another round."

"Bathroom is in the suite over there."

He picked her up and carried her inside the bedroom. The bed here was surprisingly simple, large but with a thick wooden frame. The sheets were plain as well, and a tall stack of fresh ones sat on top of a linen chest nearby, along with a door set in the wall. He frowned and when she saw where he was looking she blushed a little.

"That's a laundry chute," she explained. "It's easier to change clothing and sheets that way."

He grunted amiably and entered the bathroom. This was considerably more opulent, as he knew she enjoyed the water, even if it was only a bath. This shower and tub combo wasn't as large as the one at the house, more like a two person jacuzzi at best. It had pleasant bubbles and a color changing light, however, which made the water more relaxing. He set her down in the seat on the far end as he rummaged around for supplies.

"Do you want scented bubbles?"

Elly rolled her neck to the side to watch as he gestured to the open cabinets. He was glad to see she was pliant, her body limp. She hummed quietly to herself, thinking that he looked very attractive as he was, nude and hunched over with a thoughtful expression. He absently ran a hand through his hair, working it all free of what was left of the bun to fall down his back.

"Any ocean scents?"

Aizawa gave her a rather dry look. "Ches, there's almost ten different types, ranging from 'sea breeze to the ridiculously named 'pink sands', whatever that means."

"Oooh, pick the pink one, baby."

He chuckled and brought over a small vial. "You hold it. I'll run the water."

After the water was bubbling, the sweet scent of the bath oil rising from the steam, he settled in beside her. Elly reached out for him, sliding her slippery arms around his neck. When he turned to face her he saw she was blushing again, her pupils blown wide.

"So much for getting clean first," he sighed. "No, <i>no</i> - don't you dare pout at me, kitten. That's ...shit. It's too damned cute." She shivered as he pulled her into his lap. "Getting fussy again? Let me take care of you."

Elly shifted on his lap, obviously feeling his lack of erection and disgruntled because of it. "Are you going to..?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, love, but no drug or spell can shrink my refractory time this much. It's only been ten minutes or so and I'm not that young anymore. You'll just have to put up with my fingers." She moaned, and he grinned and beckoned her forward. "Give me your neck." He bit the mating mark yet again, holding the skin gently in his teeth as he reached between her legs.

It didn't take long, and afterward they were able to wash up and enjoy a nap together.