One more gift

 Aizawa Shota swore under his breath.

He was trying to find a specific place to buy a gift. More than once he'd had second thoughts and almost turned back, but somehow he kept going.

The flower shop he wanted was known for their employees abilities to cater perfectly to all manner of customer needs. They didn't just do flowers, for instance. They partnered with all the other well-to-do cafes and shops in the area, including a hot springs farther up the trail into the mountains, to deliver the best gifting experience.

Aizawa ignored the looks the rich patrons in the area gave him as he wandered about, slumped over as usual and wearing a black shirt with dark jeans. He'd taken the time to wear the stupid eye patch his doctors insisted on, though his grizzled face was mostly hidden by his long, unruly hair. To make his appearance even worse, his casual prosthetic leg was far chunkier than his work one and caused him to walk with a stiff limp. He'd already had to show his hero liscence to several officers that were on patrol, and he <i>really</i> wanted to get what he needed and slink off back home where he didn't have to be bothered.

When he reached the opulent storefront he wondered again if this was such a good idea.

<i>Remember how she cried</i>, he thought as he released a long, drawn-out sigh. <i>She was the only one who cried out of fear of what</i> could <i>have happened to you</i>.

The bell over the door tickled merrily as he opened it, and several customers inside gasped audibly at his disheveled looks. The clerk popped up behind the counter right away.

"Hello there! Welcome, and can I help you in any way tiday?"

For a split second Aizawa wished he could rip the damned bell off and throw it down the street. But no, he needed the help, so instead he lifted his head and greeted him in return. "Good afternoon." He approached the counter and rubbed at the back of his neck. "I need to order a gift basket. Possibly more."

Close up he could see that the man seemed out of place in this district, a spider anthro with several arms and a bunch of eyes set in a human head. Yet he was dressed impeccably and his voice was cultured and soft. Aizawa felt slightly better until he was asked another question.

"Is this for a lady?" He blinked several eyes at once at the scruffy man standing in front of him.

"Yes."

"Is she a colleague, girlfriend or..? I'm not trying to pry, mind, but it will make things easier if I understand exactly the vibe you're looking for."

"Colleague, but," Aizawa grit his teeth, "she's special to me. I'd like her to know that."

"Okay, then!" He typed a few things into a form on the computer. "All right... now I just need some of her favorite things. If you don't know we can guess, or you can look through our catalog."

"She likes the color purple." His face was almost that exact shade by now but he continued firmly, "and the ocean, anything related to <i>Alice in Wonderland</i> -"

"Ha, sounds like she might like some Cheshire merchandise. It's been hard to keep in stock lately, but we do have some available."

Aizawa coughed dryly, unable to keep a faint undertone of amusement out of his voice. "I think we can do without that, thanks. Anything cheshire cat related would be fine, just not, ah, the hero Cheshire."

The clerk's eyes widened - all of them -- and every one of his hands stopped as he focused on the tired man in front of him. "Wait a minute... I <i>do</i> know you. I saw you on TV once with - ohhh. Oh dear! No wonder you don't want Cheshire merch! She doesn't need any of her own for a gift, right?"

"No, she doesn't." He rubbed a weary hand over his face, cursing inwardly for choosing the one shop where someone recognized him.

"Please put yourself at ease. I certainly won't talk about this to anyone. I'm just excited you came here!" The man placed his main arms on the counter and folded the others neatly behind him. "I promise that I can whip up an excellent gift basket filled with the best we can offer. Food, sweets, a stuffed animal or two, and lots of flowers, to start. Is there anything else we could add?"

Aizawa thought about it for a moment. "She likes things that smell good. Candles, those - those ball things to put in a bath?"

"Bath bombs! We have exquisite ones the hot springs gives us, as well as salts."

He smiled at the clerk, bolstered by his professional manner and how he'd kept his voice down even in his excitement. After listing everything he could possibly think of that she liked and some things to avoid, he handed his card over.

"If you think of anything else, just add it to my account," he grunted, scratching his scruffy chin.

The clerk paused slightly, then motioned for him to see what was on his screen while turning it slightly. "This is what I've got so far, but if you <i>really</i> want to blow her away could I suggest something?"

He narrowed his eye, then nodded. "Show me."

The next day was her birthday and the shop delivered everything early with Aizawa's help. After school was let out she was allowed to leave early as well, and she headed to the teacher's dormitory to clean up and change.

Elly opened the door to her room and froze in absolute amazement. There were flowers that perfumed the air in all her favorite scents and colors, a giant basket wrapped in pretty, iridescent cling on her desk and balloons floating to the ceiling.

But the most ridiculous, the most <i>incredible</i> gift lay sprawled on her bed: a gigantic, black furred, stuffed bear wearing Eraserhead's gear.

She sat on the bed and threw her arms around the huge thing, cuddling close into the incredibly soft fur. That's when she got her second shock - it not only had his goggles and capture weapon, it <i>smelled</i> like him. Elly nuzzled deeper, purring loudly and kneading the plush.

"I take it you like the gifts."

Elly gasped, jolting upright to find Aizawa standing in her room with a curiously gentle smile on his face.

"This - this one smells like you," she marveled quietly.

"Yes, well." He cleared his throat and ducked deep into his capture weapon to hide his face. "The shopkeeper suggested I sleep with it for a few nights."

"You - you... what?" Now it was her turn to blush as she imagined the scruffy man clinging to the giant bear at night, cuddling it close so it wouldcretain his scent. "Oh. Oh, my." Elly reached out for the wall to steady herself but ended up in his arms instead.

"Are you ill?"

"No, it's not that, I ..." She shook her head in wonder. "I think I'm jealous of the bear."

Aizawa paused for a beat, and then his hold on her tightened, his arms curling more intimately around her waist. "Oh? The bear can substitute for the nights I work, then. If you want something that snuggles back, I'd be more than happy to accommodate."

Her ears flicked in amusement. "<i>Do</i> you snuggle?"

"Want to find out?"

"I would very much like to see for myself, yes."

"I'm free tonight," he offered, his eyelids lowering slyly. "I made myself available in case you wanted one more gift to unwrap."

Everyone's a critic

 "Whoa there, bucko!" Snipe glanced up quickly as the Voice Hero swore so violently the joint desk rattled from one end to the other. Aizawa glared at him, and Thirteen scrambled to catch her pens as they rolled off onto the floor.

Yagi raised his eyebrows, blinking in surprise. The blond-haired man was not prone to fits of violence like this. "What's wrong, Yamada?"

He pushed his chair back and threw his boots up on the desk with a jingle of metal. "Look, I'm sorry everyone. But it's gonna be Ches' birthday at the end of the month and I had this <i>awesome</i> plan -"

Aizawa groaned loudly.

"Shut up, yo." Hizashi glared at his friend. "It's a great idea! Well, but one part won't work 'cause everyone's being assholes." He crossed his arms, pouting so hard his lower lip thrust out.

"Everyone..?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, leaning forward in excitement as he started to explain. "I want to start when we're in school and I've done flowers and stuff already. So I thought, what about if I got some artist to commission a bunch of drawings of us -"

Yagi coughed. "Uh, Mic..."

"Not like <i>that</i>!" He yelped in exasperation. "Romantic ones! Maybe with me saying all sweet things to her. I dunno. It doesn't matter. No one will get back to me!" Hizashi picked up his cell phone and waved it around.

"You're using an alias, right?" Aizawa frowned.

"Yeah, I'm not stupid."

He snorted. "That remains to be seen."

"<i>Rude</i>." Hizashi sniffed at him and pointed at his screen. "Check it, yo. I asked this first person and they told me, and I quote, 'I don't like that ship'."

"Oh." Yagi covered his mouth with one hand, trying not to laugh. "Oh, my."

"Yeah. So, next one, nothing. No text, no reply - but suddenly on their Twitter they're posting tons of romantic art of me with, uh, w - with -" He paused, stammering and blushing, desperately trying not to look at his friend beside him. He drummed his fingers restlessly on the desk and burst out, "with another guy!"

Yagi shrugged. "Is that what's bothering you?"

Hizashi slammed his phone down angrily. "No," he grumbled. "M'not <i>homophobic</i>. But they posted me with that dude saying that was their 'comfort ship', so I guess I know why they ghosted my ass. Real mature from someone that constantly reminds everyone they're a <i>professional</i>."

"Calm down, Mic," Yagi murmured, holding his hands up.

"This isn't cool." He whined and fell flat on his face on the desk. "Uuugh!"

Maybe you should go to a professional portrait artist," Thirteen suggested mildly. "Instead of fans on the internet."

"These artists are <i>always</i> crying that they need money! I thought I'd <i>help</i> them. Plus the studio artists won't do just sketches. I don't want fifteen paintings or full size portraits of us. I just wanted something cute to scatter around so she could find them all day."

"Why not do them yourself?"

He gave her an incredulous look. "Me? I can't draw for shit."

"That's why she'll love them even more."


-

Hizashi was dubious, but since he couldn't find anyone willing to draw them he decided he would try to do it himself. It took many hours of feverish labor and an entire box of colored pencils, but when Elly walked into work on her special day there was a surprise waiting for her.

"What's this on my locker?" She lifted up a heart-shaped magnet and picked up the paper underneath. There were two terribly drawn bean-shaped characters drawn on it. One bean had long, blond hair and was colored mostly black, and the other was purple and stripey, with a split-ended tail. She giggled helplessly when she saw his proud signature on the bottom, then saw there was a word bubble coming out of the Mic bean.

"<i>Your birthday is gonna ROCK! Look out for more of these doodles all day</i>." ♡

"More" turned out to be an understatement. There were so many she started saving them in a manila folder just for the occasion and she flushed shyly and laughed every time she found a new one.

One was sitting on her desk under a fresh cup of coffee from the Cafe she loved.

Another was set like a placeholder near her seat when she went to get lunch.

Scores of tiny, adorably awkward scribbles and loving sentiments filled the folder at the end of the day. She loved every single one, but was surprised that she hadn't seen Hizashi. He'd been flitting about, busy getting her drinks, food and tiny gifts all day so had been too busy between that and classes to do much more than blow her a kiss in the hallway.

Feeling happier than most birthdays, she sighed as she walked to her locker to get her things before leaving. There was another note held with the same magnet like before.

"That's the last one." Hizashi grinned at her, appearing suddenly from around the corner. "Read it, baby."

"This one's just a heart with..." She read it, scanning his writing quickly. "Ohhh. Oh, <i>Mikey</i>."

He blushed, wiggling in anticipatory glee. "I did it, babe," he said proudly. "That entire section of the beach has been rented out to us for the evening. We can't stay <i>all</i> night, but we can eat dinner and watch the sun set."

Her eyes shone as she hugged him. "Thank you," she sniffled.

"Aw, you ain't seen nothin' yet!"


-

He was right; he had absolutely outdone himself this year.

Elly felt like she was in a fairy tale as they walked down the sand to a carefully erected pavilion, the sides snapping lightly in the ocean breeze. They had showered and changed after school, as always, but Hizashi wore a very different outfit than what he usually threw on. Instead of the gold chains and retro layered shirt he had carefully chosen a form-fitting, white suit with a lavender shirt underneath. His hair was neatly done up in a tight bun and he even had purple glasses on rather than his red-rimmed ones. She matched his clothing with a sundress in the same color of his shirt and was feeling slightly overdressed until they stepped inside.

The inside of the tent had carpeting on the ground, mounds of pretty, beach-themed pillows for sitting on and beautiful, sparkling lights strung up in the ceiling. Hizashi took out his phone and set it near them, where the playlist he'd chosen filled the space with soft music.

"Here's dinner!" He pointed at an obvious, square shaped box. "I got a local place to try really hard to make," here he switched to English, "New York style pizza." Hizashi's eyes widened, however, when he saw the toppings listed on the side. "Uh oh," he muttered.

"That sounds awesome. Even if it's not perfect, it's so cool that you remembered and they tried!"

"Yeah, but lemme see..." He opened the box and meticulously checked the contents, squinting hard like it was a villain or an unruly student. Elly watched him fondly, thinking that he was getting more adorable by the minute. After a long inspection, however, he sighed with relief.

"I think they just mixed up the box labels. It said mushrooms, but there's no 'shrooms here." He blinked, realizing he'd been sitting there with his face pushed up into the box staring at their food. "Uh. Sorry, princess. Heh heh."

"It's okay. I know how you feel about them."

"Oh, yeah, well. They're a fungus, for cryin' out loud. Why'ncha just scrape off some mold and spread it on my food... ew." Hizashi shuddered as he handed her a slice, then helped himself.

"Ew, baby," she giggled. "Gross. We're eating."

"Sorry!" He took a huge bite and rolled his eyes. "Ohmigodddd, so good."

After they ate he fluffed up all the pillows so they could sit in a giant, puffy cloud of softness and listen to the sounds of the waves mingled with the music.

Elly sighed and let some tears fall. She leaned into his warmth and he immediately hugged her. "Thank you, Hizashi. This meant so much to me, more than I can say."

"Awesome." They sat while the seabirds screamed outside and the last song on his playlist filled the tent with softer music. "That's my cue," he murmured, and, turning to face her, took both of her hands in his. "What's the one thing you want more than anything else, Ches?"

She blinked slowly at him, thinking hard though she knew the answer. It was more how to express the want than <i>what</i> it was, that caused her to hesitate.

Hizashi kissed her hands, his eyes kind behind his red-rimmed glasses. "I already know, love, because I know you. You don't hafta say it." He let go of one hand and reached into the front pocket of his outer shirt. "<i>I'll</i> say it for you."

"Zashi..." Her ears flicked out to the sides of her head as she stared, barely able to breathe. In one hand he held a unmistakable little box, black velvet with a golden microphone on the side.

He cleared his throat and snapped it open with a practiced flick of his fingers, all the while still holding her left hand in his other. "You want all of someone's love with no frickin' strings attached. You <i>deserve</i> it, babe, and I'm so sorry you didn't get it from your family like you were supposed to as a kid." Hizashi took the ring out with only slightly trembling fingers. "I can give that to you. I won't fail you there. If you want me."

Elly nodded, tears running down her cheeks. She watched, speechless, as he slipped the gold band on her finger.

"I promise that everything I hear, everything I do, everything I see, and everything I think about will remind me of you. I'll be there for you, forever, like the someone you've always dreamed about."

He paused, then an impish grin twitched on his lips.

"Happy birthday to the future Mrs. Yamada."

Wishing list bonus: Zashi

 Elly lay in bed for a few minutes, her mind racing over the past events. She was horny as hell after witnessing that live video, but so amazed at the turn things had taken that she simply lay back and tried to gather herself together.

She wasn't sure how long she lay in that half-stupor. The fur on her tail slowly settled down as her heart returned to a normal beat. She started to think about grabbing a toy or something to take care of the ache between her legs when there was a rapid knock on her front door.

It was Hizashi.

There he stood, dressed in his favorite shirt and slacks, a beaded bracelet on one wrist and a red rose in one hand. Elly stared stupidly, her poor brain unable to handle the escalating situation.

"Can I come in, babe?"

"Uh."

Hizashi took that as a yes and strolled inside, casually kicking off his boots at the door. He held the rose out to her with a smile, his eyes bright. "I thought you might be craving some company," he suggested slyly.

Elly took the flower with numb fingers. "Thanks," she mumbled, blinking at it and struggling to think of what to say. She busied herself for a few seconds with filling a glass and dropping it in.

"Shota said he was tired, so he suggested I come over."

"You... but. But you did all that..."

"I did 'all that' as a favor to <i>you</i>, pretty lady," he sang softly. "And after all we've been through together the last couple of days I thought - well, we both did -- that we could help <i>each other</i> out." He eyed her up and down with appreciation, noting just how wrecked she looked already.

"B - but you were far away at your place..?"

Her phone buzzed with a text and she fumbled it off the coffee table, almost dropping it.

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>Is he there yet? I'm afraid there was a logical ruse employed tonight</i>

She gaped stupidly again at the glowing screen. This was beginning to be a trend, and she didn't much care to look like a blithering idiot.

<b>Ches</b>: <i>You want me to fuck our friend?!</i>

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>I'm tired, you're still excited. Yet another logical solution. And we both know you see him as more. Don't worry so much. Have fun.</i>

"He went completely offline," she said, dismayed. "He said - wait, I can't even <i>tell</i> you what he said!"

"I can guess," Hizashi drawled, winking at her.

In the meantime she had been looking him over as much as he'd done to her when he walked in.

"Wait ...you did all that with him and you're not hard?"

"Oh, yeah. Heh." He glanced down at his tight slacks. "I, uh, don't swing that way. I only want you, baby."

"But you were so..."

"Intense?" He gave her a direct look, the spirals in his eyes seeming to swirl as he squinted one eye and grinned. "I wanted to get you hot, baby." He stepped closer and slipped his arms around her waist. "Did I? Huh? Zashi do good?"

She giggled despite herself. "Hizashi," she sighed, "you always do good."

"Mmn hmm. So..." He leaned down and spoke lowly into her ear, his voice throbbing with emotion and a touch of his quirk. "You want me to do <i>you</i> good?"

She shivered, licking her lips and staring up at him, feeling the soft weight of his hands on her skin through her sweatpants and smelling his unique bubblegum-and-leather scent.

"We need to talk first."

"Okay." His hazel eyes shone gold in the artificial light of the lamps. His expression turned grave, and, as it did, his voice deepened. "I'm <i>serious</i> about this, babygirl. About you."

She gulped loudly. "You knew -"

"What you're concerned about? Yeah." He picked her up and sat on the couch, pulling her comfortably into his lap. "I mean, we've been pretty tight for long enough for us to know each other well enough. And I know you're scared this is just gonna be a fling."

Elly's ears lay haphazardly on either sides of her head. She was trying very hard not to droop them and give away how she felt. "I don't want to hold you back from a meaningful relationship."

His hold on her tightened, his body tensing, and for a second she thought he was angry. Hizashi <i>was</i> upset, but not at her, and he was trying to valiantly gather his thoughts.

"Being one outta two of your boyfriends doesn't mean that I won't be committed to <i>our</i> relationship. I'll be there for you, baby, all the time. Not just like Sho, 'cause we're different, but in the same basic way." He frowned harder and turned her around so she could see the swirling array of emotion in his eyes. The intensity that he spoke with took her breath away. "Commitment is about being there for the other person. If we love an' always got each other's backs, that's a meaningful relationship, ya dig?"

"I feel greedy, guilty, for wanting this and for asking, but..." Her ears swiveled toward him and her tone was trembling but hopeful. "Do you love me, Zashi? Really?"

"Uh huh. I love you. I didn't want to break you guys up, but after awhile Sho noticed and, fuck, was he <i>pissed</i>!" He laughed cheerfully as he remembered. "Not at me for Jessie's Girlin' his lady, but because I didn't speak up."

Elly blinked, covering her mouth to stifle a fit of giggles. "Hizashi," she spluttered in amusement. "Did you just verb a song?"

"Aw, you know what I meant." He began stroking her hair as he continued, his touch light and soothing. "Anyway, he was angry 'cause he said it was illogical to hold it all in. If we both love you, you get <i>more</i> love and support, right? That's not bad at all. And we do, too. It doesn't hafta be all sex - 'specially since I'm not into him like that -- but we still help each other out."

"I did some research on polyamory in school," she admitted, "but never thought I'd learn this about myself." She drew in a slow, deep breath. "I do love you, Hizashi. Very, very much."

"Awesome," he chuckled. "You still want me? We can chill out and cuddle instead, yanno. No rush. I got what I really wanted anyway." He squeezed her happily, humming as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

Elly hugged him back very tightly, resting her cheek on his chest. She could both feel and hear the steady beat of his heart through his thin t-shirt. That, combined with his familiar, sweet scent and soft murmurs of love caused her to melt against him. "Oh, I definitely want you," she replied, her voice syrupy slow and sweet. "I've wanted you for a long time. There's no way I can sit on your lap and keep my hands to myself."

For once Hizashi didn't speak; his hands slipped lower on her waist and his mouth pressed to hers, feathery and light. She felt his eagerness trembling behind the kiss, wavering and threatening to break free at any moment.

Yet he remained gentle.

It made his soft lips all the more enticing, his tongue a prize to be savored when he shyly licked, asking permission before sliding luxuriously inside. The points of his mustache were fuzzy, rubbing on her upper lip as he thrust deeper into her mouth, his breathing picking up and his hands beginning to wander.

"I know we gotta start slow," he panted, "but I wanna do so much with you. I mean, I'm behind, right?"

"Take it easy," she laughed, cuddling close to his chest and slipping her hand up his shirt to pett the puff of gold hair in the middle. "Everything we do is brand new, and I'm not treating this as a race or anything."

Hizashi paused as he thought about this for a minute. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. But I'm still gonna try to get in at least one of my specialties tonight."

"You have <i>specialties</i>?"

"Well, sure." He ran a hand down her side, admiring her curves. "Doesn't everybody have tricks in the bedroom they're proud of?"

She shivered as he caressed inward, tickling her stomach. "I guess..? I mean, Shota tells me I'm good, but -" She cut the thought off quickly. "Sorry."

He tilted his head quizzically, eyebrows raising. "For what? Go ahead."

"Oh. Uh... I guess I've had bad experiences before. I'm working on getting over everything, learning to cope, with help."

"That's where we come in, then, yeah?" He pulled her closer and casually draped a leg over hers. "So, you guys use safe words?"

"Stoplight colors."

"Cool. Same goes for us. If you're uncomfortable in any way, let me know. I, uh, don't think I'll trigger you - but really, I dunno what things might. Any things in particular you don't like?"

Elly answered immediately. "Put downs. I know some people like being called names, but I like praise instead."

"How far's that go? Can I say yer a naughty kitty? Or is it the harsher stuff?" He made a face, scrunching his nose up so his mustache points wriggled. "I just couldn't call you, like, a whore or a slut or nothin'. I mean, if you wanted to try, sure, but -"

"Those," she said firmly. "The rougher kinds are what I don't like. 'Naughty' or just plain 'bad' is okay, though."

"Okay." He kissed her on the lips, lingering while he stroked her hair. "I only want to call you beautiful, though. And hella sexy, that too."

"Bedroom," she gasped. "We need to go into the bedroom."

"Oh, yeah."

They rolled onto the bed together, laughing and taking turns removing pieces of clothing until Elly was completely naked and Hizashi had only his pants left. It was then that the blond haired man pounced, kissing from her lips down her body with long, hot swipes of his tongue. He moved so quickly that before she knew it his head was bobbing between her legs.

"Mnn, so good," he groaned, nuzzling and licking eagerly. "I love how you taste."

Elly's legs spasmed and she let put a surprised moan.

"Ooh! All those kisses made your sweet little button pop out."

She bit her lip, mewling faintly into the side of her pillow. "You - you <i>talk so much</i>, your words..!"

"Hmm? I guess I do." He planted a soft kiss on her swollen clitorus, causing her to moan loudly. "Is that okay? You sound like it's makin' you hot as hell."

"It's embarrassing but - but exciting!"

Hizashi laughed cheerfully. "Well, you know what to do if it gets to be too much. But for now, I'm'a get back to eating this pretty pussy."

"Zashi!"

He ignored this squeal and settled his lips around the top of her sex, licking gently and avoiding getting too close. He waited until he was certain he'd edged her several times and she began begging him for release before unleashing his quirk.

"<i>Hizashiii</i>!" The vibrations caused her orgasm to explode from deep within her belly, spreading throughout her body in a warm tingling glow as she came back from the high. She gripped the back of his head, unable to help herself and tugging him this way and that as he hummed.

He gave her a final lick before backing up onto his knees with a huge, self-satisfied smirk on his flushed face. His mustache points were stuck out in different directions and his eyes were shining. "Good, yeah? You sound absolutely gorgeous when you come."

"Nnnngh," she responded weakly.

Hizashi laughed softly. "Recoup, love. I'm gonna wash up and come right back. You need anything?"

She shook her head, still dazed, and watched as he ambled cheerfully out to the bathroom. The sink ran for awhile and she heard him fussing around looking for mouthwash.

"It's in the top cabinet," she called out.

"Thanks!"

He sauntered back in after a few minutes and she noticed he'd taken off his pants, revealing a maroon pair of boxer briefs that clung tightly to his body. She eyed him hungrily, her heart starting to beat fast again. Hizashi noticed this and stopped before climbing back onto the bed. He stretched languidly, pulling his arms above his head and causing his muscles to flex smoothly.

"Damn," she murmured under her breath.

"Like what you see?" He winked at her. "You haven't even unwrapped the whole package yet."

She purred, holding out her arms. "Hurry up and c'mere already."

"You're so <i>beautiful</i>," he whispered. "I don't know how I'm gonna hold off if you start touching me."

"If?" She asked archly, her ears pricking forward. "Oh, no. I'm definitely touching."

Hizashi sighed deeply as he slipped into her arms. "This is nice. This is... oh. Oh, <i>Ches</i>."

"Still nice?"

"Better," he gasped. "It's so much better than I imagined."

"And this is only the beginning."

"<i>Yes</i>!"

Counseling sessions: the furry

 Elly flicked her ears, staring down at her phone where there was a review of a restaurant in town. She'd been looking at new places to try and come across one that served fresh beef, a rarity in Japan. The photos showed delicious slices of meat, charred on the outside and bloody on the inside.

It made her hungry.

It also made her <i>angry<i>.

"Babe?" Hizashi paused his dressing down routine in the bathroom where he had been drying his hair. Nude with only a towel around his waist and one on his head, he popped into the bedroom where he'd heard her growl. "Y'aight?"

"Yes!" She jumped, the phone slipping out of her hands onto her lap. "Yes, I'm okay, go ahead and finish up, sweetie."

"Boo," he called out lightly. "No yer not, I can tell."

She laughed a little. "It's okay, though. Just another stupid memory."

Hizashi sat on the bed and scooted in front of her. "Well, then, you can dry while you talk."

Elly's grin widened and she gently unwrapped the towel, letting his heavy, wet hair fall down. "Comb?" He handed it to her wordlessly and she began working it through his golden locks, making sure it was untangled before using the towel to dry. Then the process with the comb began again, and repeated until the damp, dark locks shone lighter. She did this in silence for awhile, running her fingers through as well and sighing as his warmth and closeness calmed her.

"Mmmn. I was looking at some different places to eat when a picture of some yummy, rare meat triggered me."

"Meat?"

"Uh huh." Elly kissed the top of his head and he hummed with pleasure. "I always loved rare beef. We used to make rare roast beef and I'd take sandwiches into school for lunch. Always did, but around eleventh grade I started kind of getting into <i>Alpha Night</i>, the books about the wolf heroes?"

"Yeah. I never read 'em, but they're popular again."

"Uh huh. I loved the idea of a pack, and drew and wrote a lot of stories about me being one of them. Unfortunately, this, combined with the rare meat I was eating, caused my art teacher and the other kids to start getting on my case."

He frowned, not quite understanding how an innocent love for a book or lifestyle would come back to bite her, so to speak.

But Elly continued, and his eyes widened as he listened. "I got into it." She shrugged. "I wanted to be one of the hero wolves. I mean, no one loved or listened to me, and I needed a place to escape reality before it destroyed my mind. It was an innocent teenager thing, happening later on in my years because I had been repressed as a child."

She stroked his hair, feeling how alive it was under her fingers, silky and beautiful. "Lots of children go through this. It's not dangerous. But kids started telling me that I was unhinged, basically - I couldn't be a werewolf because they didn't exist. I don't know why the little bastards suddenly were interested in my 'well being', since all they did was scorn and hurt me."

Hizashi lifted his sad face up to her. "I think I see where this is going now," he said quietly.

"Yeah. I thought I would go about this in a different way than other problems, and address my mother directly. As an <i>adult</i>, since I was nearly eighteen. I told her there were stories going on in school about me eating raw meat and stuff, and she might get contacted by the staff. I told her not to worry."

"I'll bet that went well." He rolled his eyes.

"She didn't listen to me," she said flatly. "So, yeah. I told my mother they would do this, but she went in anyway when they called her. And then everyone ganged up on me."

"Ganged up..? Everyone?" Hizashi looked confused. "There was more than one teacher there?"

She nodded. "The whole conference table was full. My mother, stepfather, art teacher and several..." She paused, then went on, "school counselors."

"Ohhh." He understood her frustration more than ever. Being a counselor now herself, she likely would have done things differently.

"All other takes is one small, wrong step to fuck up a child for good," she continued firmly. "And they forced me to sit and listen while they <i>lied</i> to my parents and didn't give me a chance to say anything. My art teacher was the worst. When they said I was eating 'raw meat', all they had was a very unreliable source - another student. My teacher saw that and lied, saying she had seen me do it, too."

"Oh, nooo."

Elly's ears laid back in fury and she hissed. "That bitch! She was supposed to nurture creativity! All I wanted was to make believe I had a loving family, like the books I'd been reading. I was trying to survive the only way I knew how and I would have gone farther, discovering who I really was inside, if she hadn't scared me away from that."

He reached up and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her down closer to him. "What happened after she lied? Did they ask you for your side of the story?"

"They all looked at me, is all I can remember. No asking, just all adults that were lying and hurting me, staring at me like I was guilty before being proven that I was. So I - I burst into tears and told them that one guy and his friends were bothering me again. They had been, but I never addressed the fact that I wasn't doing anything wrong. I knew at that point they wouldn't believe me. No one ever did."

"My poor baby," he sighed. "So, hey. You wanna go get some kobe beef tonight?"

"It's <i>expensive</i>," she hedged cautiously.

He shrugged. "I think eating some rare cooked beef out in public, where everyone sees it as perfectly normal, would be good for you right now. 'Sides, I'm  rollin' in dough. You know, us bein' big shot heroes and all that."

She burst out laughing.

Wishing list: video

 One night when they had some time to spare Aizawa told her to keep her phone charged and at hand. He disappeared some time after dinner, unexpectedly vanishing and leaving only a cryptic text message behind.

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>Keep your phone close</i>

Elly did as he asked and went a step further, sitting down on their bed and getting comfortable. She was starting to nod off when she got another text.

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>My laptop is on the nightstand. Open it.</i>

When she did she couldn't believe her eyes. A video feed was showing her boyfriend laying nude on a bed with a sex toy next to him. The dildo had a curve and some bulbs expressly meant to help stimulate the male prostate. It also had vibration settings that went from one to ten. He showed it to her silently, then placed it nearby.

Elly's breathing grew quicker.

Aizawa fell back on the bed and spread his legs, reaching for a bottle of lubricant. He coated two fingers in a generous amount and began to open himself up, slowly thrusting one, and then the other inside his tightly puckered hole. He added lube one more time before a third finger was introduced, and that's when he began to moan softly.

"F - fuck," he panted. "Okay, enough." He grabbed the vibrator and inserted the tip, taking a big breath of air. "You better be watching me fuck myself on this," he growled sternly at the camera before pushing it in.

"<i>Shit</i>, that's bigger than my fingers." He inserted it to the flared end, a safety stopper, then choked a little when it hit near his prostate. Swallowing hard, he drew the sheet beside him over himself and, once again, looked directly into the camera. "I have to have help for this part."

To her added shock Hizashi walked in with some cloth strips. He winked at her before tying his friend's wrists together, binding him so he couldn't remove the toy no matter what she did. He looped them to the bed posts as well, then shook out a smaller piece of fabric.

"Open up, Sho," he teased. Aizawa gave him a dirty look but he did as he was asked, opening his mouth so the other man could fasten the gag securely. "Not too tight?"

He shook his head.

"I'll be in the other room," the blond man addressed her seriously. "If you open your phone, babe, you'll see a newly added app. It controls the vibrator." He winked. "If he's in trouble, text me and I'll help. But, ya know, for now... have fun!" He grasped the end of the sheet and yanked it abruptly off, exposing Aizawa's rock hard erection.

Hizashi walked off humming softly to himself.

Elly stared at her phone. She'd opened it to find the application that went with the toy. It was currently turned off.

Blushing, she turned it on.

Aizawa's body immediately stiffened but he remained fairly calm, going so far as to give her a challenging look. She tapped it higher, this time to three, and now there was a reaction. He tossed his head and groaned softly, his dark eye losing that cocky glare and hazing over with lust. She let him sit that way for awhile, turning it down and back up, seeing him grow more and more agitated as she teased him.

Elly grinned and raised the level to five. Her heart racing, she watched as he swallowed hard, his cheeks stained pink with lust and faint embarrassment.

"Mmmft!" The buzzing grew louder and he struggled on the bed, whimpering and pulling against the soft restraints. The cloth gag in his mouth was soaked with spit by now and his naked body covered in a shiny glow of sweat. He arched his back, his needy, dripping cock flopping on his thigh while he dug his toes into the sheets.

Elly turned it to eight.

<i>Now</i> when he raised his eye to the camera it was wide and pleading with her. His rigid length was slick and dripping endlessly from the swollen head. His moans were continual, and when she edged it up to the final setting he started to buck his hips into the air, whimpering when he met with no friction at all.

"Nmm! Urghhh!"

Elly shrieked softly and almost dropped the phone at the sound of a text coming in.

<b>Mic</b>: <i>Hey, babe, your BF doing OK in there? He's sure making a lot of noise!</i> ♡

<b>Ches</b>: <i>I think he's getting pissed he can't come</i>...

<b>Mic</b>: <i>Oh? Does he need a "hand"?</i>

She nearly choked on that suggestion.

<b>Mic</b>: <i>We talked about this before, he knew it might come down to it. Your choice, babygirl - you can drive all the way to my place or I can jerk him off right before your eyes.</i>

She fanned herself with one hand, sweating, the spot where her thighs met plump with electric excitement.

<b>Ches</b>: <i>Help him out</i>.

Aizawa lay sweating and gasping on the bed when he heard footsteps. He immediately knew her choice had been made and let out a low groan.

Hizashi untied the gag and tossed it aside. "You okay? Wanna get right down to it?"

"Shut up," Aizawa grunted crossly. "Just fucking help me."

"That's not polite." He sighed and took hold of the end of the toy, thrusting it in and out a few times very quickly.

Aizawa threw his head back, the tendons standing out as he clenched his jaw tightly. "Hizashi, you <i>bastard</i>!"

"See? Potty mouth." He pouted sadly at the camera. "What d'ya think, Ches? Do you want him to beg? I personally think he should apologize, too."

She would have laughed but the whole scenario was turning her on far too much.

<b>Ches</b>: <i>Make him beg for it</i>, she texted with shaky fingers.

"Oh oh, ding! Another text..." Hizashi read it and chuckled evilly. "Bad news for you, Sho - you need to be a good boy and beg for your orgasm."

"What?! I'm not going to -" He wheezed, tensing all his muscles and pulling on his restraints. "Don't you dare! Don't..!"

Hizashi pursed his lips and firmly tapped the end of the dildo, still buzzing inside him. "What was that?"

"Okay, okay! Fuck, st - stop, it's too much, you little shit -" He choked back what he was about to say when Hizashi started spearing him with the toy again. "I'm sorry! Let me fuckin' come already! <i>Please</i>!"

"That's the magic word!" He stopped pounding the bound man's prostate and gripped his slippery penis in one hand. Aizawa swore loudly, and all it took was three tight-fisted pumps before he was shuddering, spouting straight up in the air and coating himself and Hizashi's hand. Elly immediately switched off the toy, knowing he would be sensitive and hurt if the vibration Continued.

"<i>Fuck</i>." The dark-haired man collapsed onto the bed.

"Technically it was a hand job. Also, ew." Hizashi wrinkled his nose at his slimy hand. "Now you're gonna hafta wait until I wash up before I untie you."

"It's fucking come, Hizashi. You've seen it before."

"Yeah," he called out over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom, "but like, <i>mine</i>. Not someone else's."

Elly giggled, then clapped a hand over her mouth though no one could hear.

Wishing list: hair washing

 Elly had short, purple hair that was surprisingly thick. It was a hassle to keep it any longer than trimmed to the nape of her neck, except for her two dangling side locks that fell on either sides of her cheeks. She had a lot of hair, though short, and it irritated her that every time she touched it, huge amounts fell out of her head! Whenever she brushed she always ended up with an insane amount and was forced to cut it out of the bristles with a scissor.

In short, if she could have shaved her head, she would. But now that she had a certain image to keep, she was stuck with it.

This was why it felt extra luxurious as Aizawa washed her hair. She could relax in a tub filled with creamy bubbles and not worry about it for once. She vaguely wondered how Hizashi put up with his huge amount, then sighed as her boyfriend rinsed her scalp with a warm rush of water.

"Feels good." Elly leaned back, her eyes closing as he worked his fingers through her hair.

"I'm glad," he murmured. "This seemed a little different than your other requests, and I wasn't sure how it would work."

"Mnn? You're doing great." She flicked her furry ears and slid deeper into the frothy bubbles in the tub.

He coughed dry laughter. "You're happy. That's all I need to see. But why hair washing, then? Can you tell me?"

She shrugged and blew at some bubbles to see them drift away onto another clump. "No reason. I like it when you pamper me."

He sighed. "I don't do it often enough."

"No, I didn't mean that!"

"I do." He stood slightly and kissed her forehead. "I should cater more to your needs. It's hard for me to remember sometimes."

"You're busy. We're all busy." She craned her neck back in an effort to look into his tired, gray eyes. "You do more than enough, baby. Don't say things like that."

He gave her a lopsided grin and filled a fresh bucket of warm, clean water from the tap. "Thank you."

"I wish I could use scented stuff," she mused faintly as he rinsed her clean. "Some shampoo and conditioners smell so <i>good</i>, and here I am stuck with this special no-scent kind."

Aizawa nodded. This was a common complaint he'd heard many times before. The other half of the conversation usually was about how delicious Hizashi's hair smelled, but she audibly choked it back tonight. He could hear her snap her mouth closed, however, and knew what she was thinking.

He smiled gently. "I think that's it." She sat up and he took a fluffy towel from the counter and rubbed her hair as dry as it would get. "That's definitely it, my queen. I'll get the takeout order we placed earlier while you finish up."

"Kiss me first?" She asked wistfully, her eyes very soft.

He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips, the brush of his chapped lips fleeting but sweet.

Elly sighed as she watched him slump out the door. 

Wishing list: voyeurism

 The next night the couple sat down to have a discussion about one of her requests. They had a few drinks and once they were relaxed Aizawa grew serious.

"How would you like to fulfill your voyeuristic fantasy?"

Elly choked on her beer and carefully put the can down. "I, uh. I only want it to be one other person. Not watching, just, um. Listening?"

Aizawa smiled knowingly. "Hizashi."

She gaped at him, her cheeks flushing so dark he worried she might pass out. "Sho - how - Shota, how did you..?"

He shrugged. "I'm not blind, Ches. You have a crush on him. It's natural, it happens."

"Well -" She bit her lip, eyes starting to tear up at the corners. "I'm not sure it's a crush..."

"You know I'm comfortable with your feelings for him. I've said it before."

She blushed harder. "I don't want to ruin his friendship or our relationship."

He shrugged. "You won't ruin us," he said firmly, rubbing her back in small circles as he thought. "And Hizashi will be okay with anything, really. It's just about approaching him the right way."

"Wait, he'll be <i>okay</i>?! How do you know that?"

He snorted. "You're attractive, and he's not blind. Plus, he would love hearing you get off. He's not just a Voice Hero - he actually loves voices."

Elly's heart began to thump crazily in her chest at the thought.

Aizawa was right, and of course he was, he'd been friends with the blond-haired man for more than a decade and knew him well. A couple of texts was all it took before he was at their door knocking.

She opened it to find him standing there, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and tapping one foot anxiously on the ground. He brightened when he saw her, his hazel eyes shining with pure happiness.

"Ches!"

"Um. Hi," she mumbled shyly. "Come on in."

Hizashi yanked off his biker boots and sprawled on their couch. "What's this about you wanting me here while you fuck?" He chirped cheerfully, causing his  friend to slap a palm over his face in resignation.

"Hizashi," he ground out between clenched teeth, "Don't scare her off with your ...enthusiasm."

He blinked at her, affecting an innocent face with his eyes wide and lower lip thrust out. "Is this better? I can't do a halo, pretty sure even a fake one'd burst into flames at what I'm thinking."

"Zashi..." Elly touched his arm, hesitant, and his smile won her over as it always did. "You're okay with this? Sitting on the couch listening?"

Hizashi stuck his tongue out lewdly while dropping a sly, crooked wink. She had to grab the arm of the couch to avoid keeling over at the sight. "Not gonna just be listenin', baby."

"You need anything?" Aizawa asked abruptly.

"Nope! Brought my own supplies." He patted the slightly bulging pocket of his dress shirt.

"Wait, right now?" She gasped as her boyfriend picked her up. "N - <i>now</i>?"

"Yes. Right now." He grinned at her and carried her into the bedroom, careful to leave the door wide open. He laid her on the bed and, right then and there stripped right in front of her.

"Shota!"

"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow at her while she lay there staring wide-eyed. "You too, kitten. Take everything off."

Stunned into compliance, she did so with her heart pounding in her chest so loudly she could hear it in her ears. "Are we really doing this?"

"Letting Hizashi listen to us? Specifically," he added, pushing her down onto the mattress, "letting him jerk off to your moans and cries? Yes, if you want to." He kissed her gently, brushing his chapped lips on her own. "Only if you want to. We can stop at any time. Use our safe words, okay?"

She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay."

Aizawa bent and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, suckling softly. This was a perfect distraction to her initial embarrassment and took her mind off the man in the other room almost instantly. He licked in tender, loving patterns while his fingers delicately pinched and rubbed the other, teasing it so that it was swollen and more sensitive. When she started moaning he switched, his hot mouth ravenously devouring the tight little nub of flesh and making her cry out.

"That's so sweet, baby, yes!"

"Hnnf. Feels good? You want me to play with you more?"

She considered, shivering all over. "I'm excited enough, I think," she admitted shyly.

He groaned and shifted his weight above her, slipping inside her body with ease. Aizawa leaned forward as he started rocking into her, kissing her passionately with his tongue licking and gently wrestling with hers.

"<i>God, baby, you sound so sexy when he kisses you just right.</i>"

She could hear Hizashi's voice humming in her ears!

"Wait! Wh - what? Zashi?" She broke the kiss, eyes huge as they darted around, but they were alone. The Voice Hero was still in the living room.

Aizawa grinned. "His quirk enables him to talk to you through a low frequency. <i>You</i> can hear him, but I can't."

"You knew!"

He leaned close and licked her lips, speaking directly into her mouth. "I did. And again, that means I'm okay with it."

"<i>Yeah, sweetie. Don't deny it makes you hotter than ever.</i>"

"I - I..."

"<i>Look, I know you want me. Hell, even Shota does. But let's start slow... let me talk to you while you're feeling good.</i>" A pause, and then a low growl that made her arch her back, moaning. "<i>I can make you feel even better.</i>"

"Oh god." She laid her ears flat and dug her nails into Aizawa's back as he thrust faster.

"Hold on," he panted.

Elly writhed underneath him, chest heaving and heart pounding strongly, twitching at every soft groan or sound Hizashi was beginning to make. She kept imagining him, locks of blond hair falling down out of his bun, shirt tugged out of his pants and jeans puddled around his ankles. Sitting there disheveled with his hand busy and his face straining with pleasure.

"<i>You gonna come, baby? You might not time it with him, but</i> I'm <i>real close.</i>"

She whimpered, bucking in an attempt to come faster and Aizawa chuckled. "He's got you that worked up, huh?"

"H - Hiz - !" She clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily, eyes wide.

"Go with it," he urged, kissing her on the forehead. "Sounds like <i>he</i> is."

"Ah, shit! Ches!" This time Hizashi was loud enough that they both heard. "I'm gonna -!"

Elly's hips jerked powerfully forward and she cried out. "I wanna come with you!"

Aizawa blinked, but he thought fast and brought his hand down to where their bodies were joined to rub at her sex in tight, hard circles. Their cries intermingled, and he swore softly as his own orgasm hit hard and fast.

They stayed where they were, coming down from their high and waiting while Hizashi used the bathroom to clean up first. Once they were all freshly dressed they met up in the living room.

Elly peered around the corner, her face red. She wasn't sure what the aftermath was going to be, but all her worry was for nothing. Hizashi was positively beaming and he rushed over, all smiles.

"That. Was. <i>Awesome</i>!" He grabbed her in a tight hug, smooching her noisily on the cheek. "Thank you so much for letting me be a part of this."

Aizawa caught her bewildered look over his shoulder and shrugged as if to say, <i>I told you so</i>.

Wishing list: massage

 Aizawa lit the last of the scented candles and wandered over to the nightstand to pick some music on his phone and set it down.

<i>Lighting, music, oil... and the drop sheet is laid out. Is that everything</i>? He gave the room a harsh once-over, peering at every angle. As he was studiously making sure the ambiance was perfect he heard her splashing in the bathroom.

"Finishing up, dear?"

"Yeah," she called out. "I'm drying off now."

"Good. I'm ready for you." He rubbed his hands briskly together and pulled the small table he set up closer. On it were a small stack of towels and a warm bowl of water where the oil bottle floated.

Elly glided dreamily into the room, naked and all smiles as she took in how he had transformed the room for her. His hair was tied back in a tight bun and he was dressed in a single black thong. He wore the revealing, tight-fitting garment without the slightest trace of self consciousness. He had also removed his prosthetic leg and set it aside for now, since oil and latex didn't quite mix.

She eyed him in approval, an aroused blush staining her cheeks pink. "This is lovely, Shota."

He gestured towards the bed. "Lay on your stomach with your head on the rolled up towels." He demonstrated when she laid down and soon she was resting comfortably.

He started with a light touch, grazing her skin without any oil and just his fingertips from the nape of her neck down to her toes. When he got close he kissed her between the shoulders and smiled when she sighed. His hands were almost tickling, skimming along just enough to cause a pleasant sexual tension.

Next, he took a little of the oil and massaged her back in long, even strokes. She immediately started to purr and the sound almost derailed him, but he continued working on her whole body, rubbing each leg and even every individual toe. Once she was pliant and completely relaxed, he kneaded a little harder, working with the flow of her muscles and concentrating on her neck and shoulders at first. She carried a lot of stress from her gear, so he made sure to rub until it was fully gone and she was moaning with pleasure.

"Sho, baby, you're too good at this."

"I don't think I can be too good at anything," he grunted. Then his voice grew softer, a dark thrill running through it as he stroked her side. "It's time to roll over so I can do your front."

"Mmmn." She sighed and flopped bonelessly to the side.

Aizawa snorted and took over, using a piece of the sheet to grip her so he could get her in position. "Sleepy kitty," he murmured.

"Mm hmm."

He rubbed his oiled hands on her breasts, spiraling closer to her nipples on each pass. "Too sleepy for fun?"

"Mnn, not too sleepy. But you're gonna have to do all the work." She gasped when he bent and tickled a nipple with the tip of his tongue.

"That's okay. You lay back and enjoy yourself." Elly hummed, rolling her head to the side with her eyes closed. There was the sweetest of frowns on her face, one that suggested his touch was getting her very excited.

Aizawa got on top, kneeling over her, and squeezed more oil out. He rubbed this not on her this time but his chest, avoiding the dark sprawl of hair and slicking his body down further until he reached his firming member. A few quick strokes, squeezing hard at the tip, and he was ready. Instead of getting on with things, though, he settled down and rubbed his body against her.

"Oh god, you're so slippery," she breathed. "This feels amazing."

"Hmm." He kissed her, stroking her curves and rubbing their bellies together. She instinctively tried to wrap her legs around him and only grew more electrified when she couldn't get a grip. "Ches," he whispered suddenly in such a harsh voice that she knew what was happening. "Ches, kitten, I'm gonna come!"

"Sexy," she murmured as he shuddered through his orgasm.

Aizawa was less than pleased. Once he was finished he swore and ripped the tight fabric off, throwing it directly in the waste basket on the side of the bed. "Fucking thing."

"I liked it."

"You're not satisfied yet," he grumbled, sliding down until he was between her legs. "I'll fix <i>that</i>."

The scruffy man was not usually into oral sex but he devoured her like it was his favorite past time, licking and kissing gently at first but ravenously, moaning and making a lot of noise. His eagerness almost thrilled her more than the act itself but he'd clearly done research and his studies paid off. He went with the flat of his tongue first, bobbing his head and keeping to the lower folds while he lightly tickled the top with his fingers. He licked his way up to his fingertips and them removed them in favor of the tip of his tongue, which he dabbed at the folds on top until her clitorus revealed itself to him.

Aizawa kissed her there.

"Ohmigod, honey did you just -"

He did it again, humming in the back of his throat and then swirled his tongue around. Her cries grew louder, her hips jerking towards him when he used a firmer touch. "Harder?"

"Yes!" She groaned. "Sho, baby, I want you to kiss my pussy lips like you do me. Please. A French kiss with your sweet, sweet tongue -"

He swallowed hard, his penis twitching at the dirty talk though it was spent. "Yes, my queen," he whispered, and did just that, nuzzling his upper lip on her clit while he closed his eyes and kissed her passionately.

"Oh, <i>Shota</i> f - fff..! It's so <i>good</i>!" As she was tossing her head on the pillow and gasping, thighs starting to shake, he wrapped his lips around the swollen button and sucked her to finish. He was pleased to hear her come absolutely undone, screaming as she lost all her inhibitions in the moment of release.

Elly came to with her sex twitching, breathing hard. Aizawa was wiping her oily body off with one of the towels put there for that purpose. She stared at him with a huge grin spreading across her sex-flushed features.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" He asked in his driest tone of voice.

She burst out laughing and hugged him.

Wishing list: spanking

 The sound of palm striking flesh was loud in the apartment. A sharp <i>crack</i>! was followed by the low miaow of a cat and heavy breathing.

Aizawa held his girlfriend lightly across his knee on their bed, her bottom sticking up and her tail swishing madly about. She was dressed in a filmy, purple lingerie set consisting of a frilly bra top and panties. The dark-haired, scruffy Erasure Hero had the most comfortable dominant outfit that was available for purchase online: a soft, black leather vest and pants. It fit perfectly with his scruffy visage and the ever-present dark circles under his eyes. The patch on his right added to the look, giving him a handsome, rogueish appearance.

"I can't stop it," she gasped.

He shook his head ruefully. "I'm going to have to keep going as long as that tail of yours keeps waving around." Another slap, and another.

Elly bit her lip and tried to reign in her feline half. It was difficult for her to let go when being directly challenged like this, which was why she wanted to play with such a scene. "I'm trying, Mr. Aizawa."

He let out a soft sigh. The name had been his idea while they were talking about this beforehand. He didn't care for the usual terms and liked to hear at least part of his name. "You're not trying hard enough then, are you kitten?" He brought his hand down once more, softer this time since he could see her skin was turning pink.

"I am!" She kicked her feet out, tears suddenly pricking in the corners of her eyes as a rush of helplessness flooded her. "I'm <i>trying</i>!"

Her tone alerted him in an instant. "Ches? Are you <i>green</i>?"

She broke down crying and he stopped the scene immediately, pulling her up to lay comfortably in his arms. "Okay," he murmured. "It's okay. You don't have to do anything. You're a good girl."

The last sentence seemed to set her in a strange loop of calm but much sadder, as she began a quieter kind of sobbing while whispering incoherently into his chest. Aizawa grew alarmed and cuddled her closer, rocking her gently while telling her over and over again how much he loved her.

At last her sobs tapered off enough so he could hear what she was sniffling. "I tried. I tried so <i>hard</i>, it was never, ever enough. I'm not good enough. Not good enough..."

"Oh, Ches." His gruff voice broke as he realized their play had triggered her childhood abuse, specifically from her father figures - all three of them. "My poor kitty."

"'Zawa?" She raised her tear-streaked face. "Oh, noooo, oh man, I didn't mean to ruin th -"

He cut her off very firmly. "You didn't ruin anything. I'm here for you in any way you need me."

Elly giggled unexpectedly and he frowned. "Oh. It's uh, the leather stuff. Hearing you be so gentle and - and so kind when you look..." She trailed off, her ears sinking into her hair. "Oh god, baby, I'm sorry."

"No need." He rubbed her sad ears, feeling the velvety texture between his fingers. "Would you like to switch to praise? You deserve it." A kiss was planted lightly on her temple and he began to massage her scalp, running his hand through her hair.

"Yes, please." She curled into his hold, tightening her grip on his vest.

"Good girl." Aizawa kissed her on the mouth this time, a light brush of his lips on her own. "I love you. It upsets me that you went through what you did because <i>you deserved better.</i>" He chuckled wryly and added, "I try not to get angry at your stepfather, you know, but I do."

"You do?"

"Uh huh." He paused, then went on as if he were weighing his words carefully. "He made you feel inadequate as a human being, and still does to this very day. All I can do is try to fill in the void in your heart that craves love," he kissed her, "affection," his arms tightened, "and praise. Because you're the most beautiful woman in the world to me, inside and out, flaws and all."

"Sappy," she wheezed, smiling but still teary.

He handed her a tissue. "I guess I am."

It took her several minutes to pull herself together. Aizawa made sure she was fully functioning before bringing up the night's activities. "You want to stop, maybe watch a movie? We don't have to have sex."

Elly shook her head. "You being so sweet while wearing that sexy outfit... uh, I guess got me worked up. I'm really wet for you right now, honey."

He gasped, his hair floating up in shock. "Shit, Ches, you rarely talk like that!"

"It's true, though." She hauled herself around so she was sitting facing him on his lap, her fingers tracing the stitching on the vest. "I want you. I want my sweet baby's hard cock inside me."

Aizawa lost it. He grasped a double handful of her plump bottom and squeezed while covering her mouth in a powerful kiss. "Mmnnn!"

"That's it," she whispered, leaning back to spread her legs. "Take me. Fuck me hard and fast and make me come."

"Damn it..!" He struggled to regain some control as he unzipped the tight leather pants. "Little help, my queen? There." She knelt, helping him tug them down. "How the <i>fuck</i> does Yamada wear those all day," he muttered.

"Shota." He looked to his right and saw she had lain on the bed, her lingerie completely gone. Her tail was waving lazily about and she beckoned with one finger.

"<i>Coming</i>..."

She giggled wickedly.

9 x 10 Glossy

 They were going to play a small prank on their friend that afternoon during lunch. Present Mic and Midnight decided to sneak into Cheshire's office when she left to get food and then surprise her. The details weren't necessary; the plan was set quickly in motion and they waited until the counselor sat at her desk. She put a small coffee down and made a call on her cell phone.

"Hey, Milly. How's everything?"

Kayama and her partner in crime crept further, trying hard not to breathe too loudly or make any sound. They knew with her cat ears she could hear better than their human ones could. Yet she sat still in her chair, the furry points laid on either side of her head in a relaxed manner.

"...and the guy you were dating? Hey, good to hear. Wh - me? Oh, no. Just my usual crush." She opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a photograph. "But he's so gorgeous. Uh huh." Elly purred and made a nuzzling motion with her nose as if she wanted to do that to the image she was so focused on.

Her two colleagues froze behind her at the revelation that she was in a deeply secret conversation. Elly listened to her friend on the phone, laughing and agreeing for some time.

Then she sighed dreamily, gazing at the photo. "It's everything, sure, but his <i>eyes</i> ...oh my god. All he has to do is look where I can see him and I lose it. I don't even need the eye <i>contact</i>, it's enough to see them in general and poof! I'm jelly. It's getting harder to remain professional - yeah, I've managed so far. Of course!" She put the photo flat on her desk and looked up at the ceiling instead.

"We've been on patrol together, out to bars almost every weekend and gone to a shitload of karaoke. Sure, it's with others too, but I feel like I know him better than the guys I dated back home!" She paused, listening to the person on the other end. "Well, yeah, they were assholes. Yeah, the bar is set low... yeah. But he really is a good man. An actual Hero."

Yamada stuck his tongue out. Bleah. <i>Who could it be? Yagi? It would almost have to be, right? It couldn't be Aizawa, and Kan had only gone with them once...</i>

"I've thought it through and I'm definitely in love." She choked in abject horror then, her tail smacking the back of her chair. "No, Milly! No freaking way I'm telling him. Confessing is a big deal here, and he doesn't like me like that. I can only try and hide my feelings until he finds out and I get told we're 'only friends'..." Her shoulders started to shake, and Hizashi realized with horror that she was holding back tears.

There was a rather vociferous disagreement from the person on the line, and a fainter one - though barely -- from Yamada as he sat hunched over, his golden-green eyes shining with sympathy.

Kayama elbowed him.

<i>OW, DAMMIT</i>! He shook one leather-gloved fist at her. She raised a finger to her lips again, her frown harsher this time. Yamada bit his lip and gestured to Kayama that they need to abort the mission. The dark-haired woman nodded, agreeing. She pointed at him, then the counselor's desk.

He blinked. <i>Huh</i>?

She rolled her eyes and pantomimed taking a photo of him. Turned, pointed at the desk once more, then at him. <i>The picture is of you, idiot</i>!

His eyes popped wide open and he shook his head violently in disbelief. <i>No way, uh uh</i>.

Elly's voice was becoming dispirited, getting flatter as she spoke. "No, I know. But my bio father, step father and all my exes? No one has loved me in that special way. Plus he's ...beautiful. Heroic, kind, sexy, playful -" Her shoulders slumped and she wiped a tear from her eye. "He's way too good for me, Mills, I know it. I know you don't agree, but you're my best friend."

She picked up a paper cup and shook it morosely.

"Lunch is almost over, and I need more coffee," she deadpanned quietly. "Oh, I'm sorry dear. Thanks for letting me blab on like this. Me, too. Talk to you later." She opened a drawer and slipped the photo inside, then stood. Her legs wobbled, and she let out a brief sob before she sniffed hard, rolled her shoulders back and marched resolutely out.

"You need to look in that drawer," Kayama told him firmly as she got up.

"That's sneaky shit," he said angrily. "Besides, maybe I don't wanna see who she's got the hots for."

The dark-haired woman gave him a withering look. "You're an idiot," she snapped before turning on her heel and exiting the office.

He'd protested, but found that once she was gone he couldn't help it. Though he felt less like a hero than ever, he pulled the drawer open and picked up the picture. The Voice Hero's throat constricted as he saw the evidence for the first time and a tiny squeak unlike any sound he usually made forced its way out.

In his hands he held a 9 x 10 glossy from a recent photo shoot he had done, dressed in full Mic gear behind a turntable with one finger pulling his trademark sunglasses down. The background was blurred and the main focus was his face with that crazy stare, one spiraled, hazel eye squinted and the other wide.

"Holy <i>shit</i>," he whispered. "Eyes."

It <i>was</i> him. He replaced the picture and hurried out of the room to find the counselor.

Elly was at the coffee machine, staring dully at the cans inside when he found her. Her cheeks were damp and her eyes bleary and red.

"Why you cryin', beautiful?" Yamada leaned against the machine, smiling down at her. "Can I help?"

Elly hurriedly wiped her face. "Allergies," she half-lied. She did have them, but of course most of the tears were from her conversation with her friend. "I'm fine, really."

"Ohhhh?" His expressionate mouth opened into a circle as he spoke. "You <i>sure</i>?"

"Yes." She couldn't look him in the face but tried a tactic she'd learned when she was younger. Gathering her courage, she cast her gaze at a spot near the top of his head with a weak smile. Yamada, however, was having none of it. He banged the machine with his hip, causing the can to drop so he could bend down and retrieve it for her.

"Here. Now, let's go into yer office so you can calm down."

"I'm okay, Mic. You don't have to come with."

He still followed her. Elly was hoping he'd be called away by a colleague or student, but she had no such luck. In fact, he followed her <i>close</i>, so closely that she started to sweat long before they reached her office.

She sat in her chair and gave him a direct look this time. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"Pleeease?"

"Mic," she repeated firmly. "I really don't wanna talk about it. Especially with <i>you</i>."

Once again the Voice Hero pushed his luck, sitting on her desk right beside her. "Aw, why not?"

Elly exclaimed in shock and some anger, her tail smacking on the back of her chair. "Present Mic! I <i>told</i> you -"

"Hey, why'd'ya call me by my hero name in school?" He pushed playfully at her chair, causing it to roll slightly.

Caught off guard, she spluttered and shook her head in confusion. "You're dressed like your hero persona," she pointed out in an acid tone. Her striped tail was swishing rapidly back and forth in irritation, her ears laid back. "What else should I call you?"

"Yamada," he shrugged.

"You always call me Ches!"

"Yeah, but your name sounds confusin' with my accent. I thought you didn't mind?"

"I don't! I - you..."

"I could call you somethin' different."

"Like what?!" She took a deep breath and drew a sense of calm around herself. It didn't look well for a therapist to get rattled so quickly; she knew better. "Alright, <i>Yamada</i>. Fine."

"Great. So what's wrong, babe? Why're ya so upset?"

It was the last straw.

Elly Sketchit was a hard nut to crack in public or around anyone. She had gone through so much in her formative years - and further on into adulthood -- that she was able to hold back or bluff through most situations. And yet, a simple nickname directed at her and an honest question filled with concern was what broke her this day.

He watched with growing worry as her breathing became erratic and she hid her face in her hands. "Y - Ya - mada..."

"Oh, shit!" He slid off the desk, his boots clattering on the floor as he scrambled to comfort her. He pushed the chair back and knelt down in front of her, yanking a box of tissues closer. "Babe, m'sorry, don't cry. Tell me what's got ya so upset. Maybe I can help!"

She laughed through her tears. "You cuh - can't help."

"I'll do anything! I hate seein' ya like this. C'mon, please? For me?"

She swore, the curse carefully muffled in her palms. He started stroking the backs of her hands to get her to drop them, and though she could have simply turned invisible she sighed and did, placing them in front of her. "It's unrequited love. You can't help."

Yamada was fairly certain he <i>could</i> help, but wasn't sure how to bring it up. He was also impressed at how she had faced her fear so abruptly, telling him like this. She had no way of knowing he knew she meant him, and it was brave. "Huh! So yer tellin' me some idiot doesn't realize what a catch you are?"

She choked a little, and he bit his lip as he watched her try and come up with a comeback. "He's not... an idiot," she said helplessly, throwing her hands in the air. "It's good he doesn't know, since I'm not a 'catch', as you put it. He isn't interested in me."

He pursed his lips, leaning back on his haunches. "You can't be one hundred percent sure, though."

"Oh, yes I am."

This time the lines on his forehead deepened. "How can you be so <i>sure</i>?"

Elly smiled but it didn't touch her eyes. Her ears flattened back and she rubbed at her temples, sighing disconsolately. "I haven't told you, because I don't want to impose, and it's, well, kind of self-deprecating..."

"C'mon, we're not just coworkers, right? I thought we were tight, yo."

Her eyes sparkled the tiniest bit, happiness that he would consider her close. "I didn't want to unload on you."

"Yeah. S'okay though. I wanna know why ya think this dude won't like you."

"So many people can't be wrong." She shrugged. "I was the butt of everything back home. How can you not believe when almost everyone tells you that you're - you're," her voice dropped, "ugly. Bitchy. Fat. I - see, I don't want to hear <i>him</i> say it. My heart tells me he won't, even if he doesn't like me, but my mind..." Elly trailed off, shrugging again.

Hizashi sighed deeply himself, shoving his sunglasses up and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Listen, Ches -"

"It breaks my heart," she admitted quietly. He bit his tongue, startled, his own heart beginning to pound as she kept going. "We work such hard jobs and I think, 'he needs me', and I'd do anything to help. But me? Me? What can I do unless he asks for it? I can't just say I see him suffering when no one else does, right? And sometimes all I want to do is pull him into a huge hug."

"You," he whispered. "You see that? But - but he hides it so well..."

"Ha! He's a pro hero and it's his image. Of course he does. Not from me, though. I see the pain in his eyes. I know about hiding pain." She shook her head again. "I ...wait. How do you know how he <i>hides</i> anything?"

"It's so much guilt," Hizashi mumbled. "And this isn't helping." He cleared his throat and looked up at her, his expression serious and his voice deepening. "I know ya like me. I, uh, overheard a conversation. Didn't mean to! But, yeah."

Her silence was wrought with an incredible look of agony as she tried to back away from him in the chair. It rolled an inch and then jolted short as he grasped the arm.

"It's okay! Okay," he tried to reassure her as fast as possible. "I wanna be with you too!"

"<i>Please</i> don't tease me," she whimpered softly. "Please..."

Hizashi leveled the full weight of his stare upon her, half-lidded with lazy, lovelorn intent. "I'm serious! I want to date you 'cause I like you. I wanna be your boyfriend."

Although he had heard her say how much she loved his eyes, he still completely misjudged the effect they would have upon the counselor. Her own eyes glazed over slightly and she could barely speak. What came out when she tried was a barely-there whisper.

"Yamada," she gasped.

He shivered at the way she said his name and reached out to cup her chin in one hand. He wasn't sure if he meant to do it, really, but when he did he ran his thumb across her lips. She parted them immediately and at the sight he couldn't help himself; he stood up and pressed his mouth to hers. As soon as they made contact she whimpered and a breathy whine escaped him. Their first kiss was fleeting; they broke apart after only a few seconds but stayed close.

His voice was syrupy slow and dreamy when he spoke. "<i>Now</i> you can call me Hizashi, 'kay?"

"Yeah." Elly nuzzled his nose with her own, purring, before kissing him back much more firmly. He melted into the welcome touch, licking at her lower lip in a sweet way to ask if it was okay to deepen the kiss. She answered by grasping the sides of his long leather collar and tugging. Grinning like a lovesick idiot, he slipped into the sweetest, most passionate kiss of his life.

"I think," he panted softly when they parted, "we could afford to spend some quality time together, huh?"

"Yes." She clung to him weakly, the only thing keeping her upright his strong arm wrapped around her waist. "Where..?"

"Oh, crap. I don't know... okay. Are you cool with me texting Kayama? She'll know a good place. Hell, she'll probably know every place within a twenty mile radius."

"Anything as long as it means I can kiss you all night long."

"Gaaah! Don't <i>say</i> shit like that or I might drop ya!" He laughed, but his knees had gone seriously weak upon her statement. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone and swiped it on.

Hizashi paused. "Uhhh. Is that ringing..?"

"In the <i>hallway</i>? Sounds like it."

"Damn it, Kayama." He set her down and walked over. As soon as he opened the door he ran into the dark-haired woman.

She even looked silly as she stood half-bent, crouching where her ear had been level with the door a second before. "Shit."

"Were you listenin' to us make out?!" He yelped, his ears burning.

Kayama snorted. "I was listening to you <i>try</i>." She leaned forward and pointed at his phone. "I already texted you the best love hotel in the district - and some tips."

He made a terrible face. "I don't <i>need</i> -"

"<i>Read the tips</i>!" She called out before he stepped back and slammed the door in her face. He took a deep breath and then spun around, completely ignoring what just occurred.

"I'll book an overnight stay. We can meet in the garage after we get cleaned up from work. Sound good?"

Elly smiled wistfully. "Better than good."

"Awesome!"

Work seemed to inch very slowly by after that, but in reality it was only a couple hours before the school day was over. It took another hour or so to shower and put on casual clothing, especially when they both wanted to look good tonight.

"Hey!" Hizashi called out cheerfully, waving one arm like mad over his head when he caught sight of her at last.

"How long were you standing by your car?!" She giggled and ran the rest of the way.

"<i>Forever</i>," he groaned dramatically, catching her in a huge hug and spinning her around. "But you're here now! Yeah!"

"Zashi! Put me down or I'm gonna barf!"

He blew a loud raspberry and set her carefully on her feet near the passenger door. She got inside and watched, incredulous, as he <i>slid across the hood</i> and landed on the other side.

When he slipped into his seat she was stifling more laughter. "How much did you practice to be able to do that?!"

He lifted the lapels of his long-sleeved shirt with his thumbs, beaming proudly. "Hey! I'm just that cool, babe. It comes naturally to me." Elly stared at him while he put the keys in the ignition and started the mustang up. His facade cracked when it revved and he broke out into an adorable, sheepish grin. "Okay, <i>okay</i>! I forget, but I blamed all the bruises on training."

She giggled faintly and patted his arm. "I just like seeing you flustered. You're so cute."

"Hmphh." He thrust his lip out in a pout. "Well... let's just get to the hotel. Then we can get some coffee first, yeah?" He slipped a hand low on her thigh, angling his Voice towards her in a way only he could, effectively whispering in her ear while not moving. "We got a few things to talk about before we settle down for the weekend."

She shivered pleasantly. "Good idea."

As luck would have it their favorite place wasn't too far from where they would be staying. His flashy sports car was not inconspicuous, however, and when he roared into a parking spot several couples walking on the sidewalk looked over.

He coughed apologetically. "Uh, is it really better to park here and walk? I thought so, but we're gonna be seen." He popped her door open and made sure everything was locked when she slid out.

"It's fine." Elly shrugged. "I can hide my ears and tail while we walk over." They vanished and she pointed at her waist. "Careful though, I wrap my tail around me when I do that, and it's, um. Sensitive to touch."

"Ooohhh?" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, and she burst out laughing.

"Quit it!"

Once they were seated - together, in the same booth as he'd insisted -- Hizashi was begging her to make herself visible again.

"I like it when you're totally relaxed, an' that means ears and tail out." He reached on top of her head just as her ears came into view. "Awwww, yeah. Cuteness."

Their coffees arrived and the waitress stared a little this time as she set them on the table. One giant, highly-sweetened monstrosity for Hizashi, and a whipped coffee over heavy cream for Elly.

"Mmn." He drank from his mug, then licked his upper lip as he tried to stare down at the whipped cream covering it. His antics only made her heart beat faster and she leaned over and gently kissed the foam off his mustache.

"There." She laughed at his startled expression when he wiggled the furry points.

"Oh yeah! We need to exchange our monthly test results." He handed her his phone and she read the email confirming his test results for the new month.

"I've got mine, too..." Elly scrolled through until she found it. "There. And I'm on the mandated birth control - there's a note of that on the bottom confirming it."

"I didn't doubt ya." He glanced at it and passed it back, swapping it for his own.

"Me, neither. But this is good." She sighed happily, leaning into his side. "Not worrying will make the weekend that much more relaxing."

"Oh, yeah!" Hizashi bent to kiss her again, but just before their lips touched a bright flash of light enveloped them. His eyes contracted and he blinked, then groaned as he caught sight of a well known paparazzi. "Wh - what the hell? I thought there were better targets out there than us."

"Celebrity lives are hot news," she murmured. "And you're a popular hero, Zashi."

He let out the cutest little squeal, his eyes lighting up as he grabbed her in a tight hug. "Then our love will be captured for everyone to see! How freaking <i>romantic</i>!"

"Hizashi!" The laughter bubbled up in her as he continued to cavort in glee - or at least as much as he could do inside the booth.

"Oh! Oh, wait, you said I was popular. For real? Me?"

"Of course! You do all that TV and radio work. You're super recognizable -"

"Babe, do you seriously have no idea how popular you are in Japan?" He blinked at her until his brain caught up and then he gasped.

<i>Oh no, that's right - she has issues with her self worth.</i>

Elly was smiling, her expression soft and full of pride in him. He bent down, hugging her more gently. "You're just as popular as I am, Ches. You're awesome."

"You don't have to butter me up, Zashi. I'm already yours."

"Wh - m'not doing that!" He pouted, his lower lip trembling cutely as he deliberately widened his eyes to give her a puppy-dog look of the nth magnitude. "Baby, even if you can't believe the statistics, ya gotta believe me. You're <i>my</i> favorite hero."

She blushed so hard the paparazzi took another photo. "They're going to follow us if they haven't already," she whispered, hiding shyly behind her mug.

"I knew taking my car was a bad idea." He sighed. "It's rare and recognizable."

Elly giggled. "It's just like you."

"Aww! Shit, yer way too adorable." His straw started slurping air and he stared into his cup. "I'm all out. How about you? You ready?"

"Well, yes, but... there's a few out there now." She started to sweat. "And they'll definitely see us unless I make us invisible."

"Hey," he whispered in her ear. "So what? Let 'em know we're together. If they're gonna be as crude as to post pics of us going in there, that's on them. I'm <i>proud</i> yer my girl, and I want everyone to know."

Her chin firmed and she stood up. "Okay, let's go then."

The paparazzi had no shame as they strolled casually out of the coffee shop, bombarding them with questions and snapping photos. Yet as they neared the hotel it grew at once more frantic and at the same time, quieter. The photographers were taking multiple pictures but the questions stopped.

Everyone knew why the couple would be heading into a love hotel, after all.

"Whew." Hizashi blew the air out he'd been holding in as they entered their room. He tossed the plastic card key on an end table and threw himself bonelessly onto the bed. "I thought we'd never get here."

"You said you didn't care who saw," she teased, sitting beside him.

"I don't! But the, uh, judging stares..." He swallowed hard. "I think a few of them were sizing me up." Elly let out a low hiss and he grinned, rolling over to tickle her ribs. "What's that, babe? You <i>jeeaaalllooousss</i>?"

She shrieked laughter and rolled into his embrace rather than away from it. "You dork! Of course I am! Especially if they were thinking, well, you know."

"Pfft! The persistent ones will get their before <i>and</i> after pics. We'll see, then. I only care what <i>you</i> think, though." He kissed her all at once, his hands bunching her shirt along her sides and thrusting eagerly past her lips with his tongue. Elly was taken aback by his sudden forceful approach and fell limply back, moaning as he kissed her just right. After a few heated moments he parted from her, his tongue lolling out and eyes smoldering with lust.

"<i>Delicious</i>," he said in a low voice, licking his lips wantonly. "But I need more, baby. These clothes gotta come off so I can taste every little inch of you."

She squeaked, mesmerized by his stare, and froze even more as he began tearing her clothing off with low, urgent groans. He didn't rip anything, his hands just the right side of rough tendered with gentle as he lifted her legs and eased her back down again. He made short work of her bra by taking it off <i>with his teeth</i>, a feat that caused shivers to run up and down her spine at the thought of his talented mouth.

"<i>Zashi</i>, ohmigod, I never expected you to be a beast in the bedroom." Her ears lay back and she struggled to control her restlessly beating heart. He hesitated for an instant, a question in those beautiful eyes. "I like it," she husked.

His grin turned feral. "I've dreamed of this for ages, yo. Think that's why I got a little carried away."

"You can keep getting carried away if you want," she smiled, stroking under his t-shirt with ticklish fingertips.

"Hey," he breathed, "who am I to deny my number-one listener a good performance?" She found his flat male nipples and pinched one lightly, causing him to squeak. "Hey!"

"You're not the only one that's been fantasizing, you know." Elly caressed his chest, groping his pectoral muscles and running her fingers through the golden puff of hair in the middle. "You need to strip, too."

"Whatever you say..." He lifted his shirt over his head and she groaned with appreciation.

"Fuck, you're - I mean I knew it, but you're way more ripped than you look."

Hizashi coughed a little, embarrassed. "I'm not <i>that</i> built."

She stared at him as if she were deciding he was making a joke or not. "Are you kidding?" Her hands gripped his upper arms and she kissed one, purring. "Flex for me, <i>baby</i>."

This was the first time anyone had used that nickname directed at him, though he used it frequently. Hizashi's face turned bright red and his breathing became erratic as his heart beat faster. He swallowed and, feeling a little silly, tensed his arms so the muscles bulged. He wasn't All Might, sure, but he'd gained enough upper mass to keep him and others safe in his hero work. No one had ever praised him for it, though. In fact, he often heard others talking about how "lanky" he was - an objective way to say he was thin and weak.

Elly was definitely not teasing him; if she was she was the world's greatest actress. His stomach tensed and he whimpered as she peppered his arms with kisses, cooing over them and clearly excited. He couldn't move to unfasten his belt or remove his pants because he was afraid the slightest brush of his hand or the cloth rubbing on him would set him off.

He struggled to communicate this. "Ches, I - you're making me so huh - hard I can't..."

Her ears pricked up with interest. "Already? Now you're flattering <i>me</i>." She gave his left bicep one last, lingering kiss and rolled back to look directly at his crotch. His whimper turned into a low whine as his body twitched, her lust-filled eyes almost doing him in then and there.

"Baby <i>please</i>, yer killin' me," he begged. "I have to calm down or this is gonna be way too quick an' my rewind is slow these days..."

"It's okay, Zashi." She lay back with a loving smile playing about her lips. "Let's take a break, then."

"Ergh." He trembled and fought down the building pressure in his lower belly. "I've got fairly good control," he gasped, breathing hard, "but you -! You wreck me, you ...wow. Yeah." She squeezed her legs together and he grinned. "Good to know it's mutual, though. How about I help you out here?"

Her toes curled into the sheets as he stroked the front of her panties. "I thought you wanted to rest."

"Yeah, well, now I want to rub my fingers on your clit."

Her hips spasmed and she mewed, throwing her head back on the pillows. "Do it," she begged shamelessly. "Come here and kiss me while you do. I want your body on me if it's not going in me yet."

"Yes, ma'am!" He peeled her underwear down and she kicked them off to sail across the room. Hizashi laid beside her, cuddling close, and they wrapped their free arms around each other. She lifted her leg over his and he let his fingers wander while they kissed, rubbing and stroking their way past her folds and up above to her pleasure center.

"Mmmn, there."

"Like this? What about <i>this</i>?" He swirled his fingertips in a circular pattern and she shivered all over. "You're getting really wet, love."

"So good," she moaned.

Hizashi licked a long, light strip on her neck and started nibbling downward. "Mmn, I like hearing you. How about I suck these hard little nipples while I finger you?" He suited action to the word, lapping and teasing the firm flesh. "That get you hotter, baby?"

"Oh m - my god, <i>Hizashi</i>..!"

"You wanna come on my fingers? Or, if you want I can rub the head of my cock on you. Your choice, bay -" He squealed when she grasped his crotch,  rubbing through his slacks. "-<i>beee</i>!"

"Rub it on me," she groaned hoarsely. "Rub it on me until I'm close and then take me."

"F - fuck <i>yes</i>!" He rolled up, disentangling himself from her to shove his pants and underwear down without any fanfare. Elly caught only the briefest glimpse of his member springing free before he was on top of her, parting her legs and using a hand to guide himself.

The plump, wet tip slid easily on her sensitive, pulsing sex, creating wave after wave of ecstatic electricity. She wailed his name and tried to throw her legs around him but he held her down and honestly, the gentle yet firm strength he used caused her to quiver on the peak of orgasm.

"Zashi, I'm close!"

He huffed loudly and thrust, splitting her folds and plunging deeply into her heat. The speed at which he moved threw her over the brink. Her cries of pleasure urged him on and he moved quickly, their bellies slapping together in a rhythmic beat. Eventually she wound down but he was climbing up; her body needed rest now and his craved momentum.

He kissed her lips, mouthing them hotly. "You come, babygirl?"

She nodded, gulping. "Yeah. Oh. Oh, sl - slower? Please? I can maybe do multiples, but I'm sensitive now."

"Yeah. Yeahhhh, I can slow down th' beat for awhile." His hips stilled, then began a much slower, sweeter rolling motion that avoided her clitorus.

"Oh, that's nice. You're a very good lover."

He blinked, pausing in the act of swiping back a long strand of hair that had come undone from his bun. "Thank you," he whispered so softly she barely heard him. Hizashi bent and covered her mouth with his own, his kisses deep and wet and slow. "Thank you, my baby, my precious honey <i>sweetheart</i>."

She mewled, stricken to the heart by his low, throbbing voice. "<i>Hizashi Yamada</i>."

He doubled the stakes, upping his speed ever so slightly and letting a hint of his quirk in as he continued. "I may not be your first love, first kiss, first sight, or first date but I just want to be your last <i>everything</i>."

She cried out, grabbing desperately at his shoulders and throwing her legs around his waist. "Yes!"

To her surprise he stopped, pulled out and cupped a hand under her side. "Flip over then, beautiful."

"Anything." Her breathing grew hoarse as she complied, arching her back with her rear in the air. Her striped tail trembled in front of him, the fur fluffed out. "But why the change in positions?"

He rubbed the base of her tail, causing her to purr with pleasure. "Thought you might enjoy it," he replied easily as he gripped her hips with one hand and thrust, more carefully this time. "Plus," he gasped as he sank deeply inside, "I wanna find your g-spot, lover, and it's easier this way."

"Oh!"

"Yeah, you like that idea, don't'cha?" Hizashi paused, switched angles with a low groan and continued. "I'll find it an' make you come again. It's here somewhere..."

"Mmn, god, you're making me lose it."

"Not yet I'm not!" He tried another tactic, dropping lower so his movements angled sharper up.

"Oh..!"

"Close," he wheezed, straining and struggling not to give in to the massive pressure building within him. Gravity made this position more difficult and he concentrated, closing his eyes and listening to the moist slaps that resounded in the room.

She suddenly started clawing the sheets, crying out loudly. "<i>Yes</i>! Give it to me! Give it to me, Zashi!"

He laughed wildly in sheer joy. "Found it!" He redoubled his efforts, holding on and biting his lower lip hard in bliss. His eyes closed and as he lunged forward and back, he became hyper sensitive to his surroundings. Her scent mixed with his inflamed him, as did her moans, which were rising in pitch as she grew close to orgasm. "C'mon, sweetheart," he ground out roughly, "I'm <i>really</i> fuckin' close here!"

Elly heard him through the fog of ecstasy she was still experiencing and screamed his name. That was all it took to push him over the edge and he faltered, shuddering, bucking fiercely and answering her with a shout of his own that rattled the furniture.

Cleaning was needed quickly in such a messy position, especially without a condom. Hizashi chuckled ruefully as he pointed out his bathroom so she could pee and wash up. She hurried off before she leaked everywhere and he yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He picked his glasses back up and put them on, then used a tissue to wipe himself off.

Elly wandered back in with a relieved sigh. "Much better," she said sheepishly, rubbing one arm as she climbed back into bed. "I didn't realize how much, um, fluids there would be."

"I came a lot." He grinned at her. "Like, a lot - lot. More than usual. I think you have more than one special effect on me."

She flicked her ears at him and was cuddling close when she saw he had his phone out on selfish mode.

"You want to take a picture now? After we just..?"

"Yeah, babe! We got the sheets covering us here. It'll be totes clean." He paused, then snickered wickedly. "Kinda."

Elly smiled gently at him. "I can't refuse you anything, you know. Okay, wait a minute. There." She drew closer, holding the bedsheet up to cover her chest. He held the phone out and kissed her cheek with a hugely exagerrated smooch. The shutter sound clicked and he pulled it towards them for a look.

"Now <i>this</i> is a great photo," he beamed happily.