Elly walked with a slow, unhurried pace under the glowing street lights. Tonight it was her turn to pick up the food for dinner, and she'd opted on getting some takeout that was near. It was nighttime but the place was open late and she was enjoying her quiet stroll. She turned the corner and glanced to her left and her tail puffed out in shock.
There he was, hanging upside down on his capture weapon in between the two buildings.
Elly's breath caught in her throat and she stepped back, uncertain though she knew this was his effort to make their play more realistic. He swung down and landed neatly in front of her with barely a sound, which made her shiver. He was so good at what he did that he had surprised her completely. The back alley hid his scent and his black tracksuit blended perfectly into the shadows.
He'd revealed himself to her for a purpose, and it became clear what that was once he caught her around the waist with one arm. Aizawa gave her a cocky grin before swooping her quickly up onto the rooftop.
"<i>Eraser</i>!" She wheezed, out of breath as always by the sudden elevation. She didn't do well with heights and he knew it, so she was startled when he swung them onto another before she could catch her breath.
Another.
And another.
Elly clung tightly, focusing on his scent, his warmth, the feel of the fabric under her hands and his utility belt pressing on her belly. In a short while she was in a kind of mental state bordering on subspace - all of her senses were heightened and her mind and emotions were totally wrapped up in the suspense of the moment. Her fear of heights vanished, and she grew dreamy-eyed and even began to purr.
This moment was what Aizawa had been waiting for. He stroked her furry ears and spoke in a soft voice. "You're safe now," he told her with quiet authority.
She sighed.
"Do you want me to take you somewhere where we can be alone?"
Elly nodded.
"Yes or no, kitten," he said firmly, raising her chin with one cupped palm underneath. "A hero needs clear and simple consent. Make sure you communicate well with me tonight, okay?"
"Okay," she murmured.
He smirked. "Tell me the truth, then. Do you want Eraserhead to make you feel good?"
"Yes," she gasped quickly, clutching at his ragged sleeve.
"All right. I can do that." He gathered her in his arms again and swung out in a different direction. "Relax," he soothed when she tensed up. "We're almost there."
<i>There</i> turned out to be the most discreet love hotel she'd ever seen. There was a covered walkway and inside had a machine that dispensed the room keys without the need of any personnel. He carried her into their room and deposited her gently on the bed.
"We're here now... what would you like to do, hmm?"
She made grabby hands at him until he bent down to her level and kissed her, rubbing his scruff on her cheek and grinning.
"Mnn. Good."
Aizawa realized his girlfriend was in deep, barely able to speak. He saved her the trouble of doing the work herself and unfastened his belt and tracksuit, pushing his underwear down as well.
"<i>Now</i> what would you like?"
"I want to suck you off."
"Yeah?" He tickled her furry ear with a fingertip, causing goosebumps to trail down the skin and the hair to prickle. "Is that really what you want?"
"Yes," she moaned, nuzzling the dark trail of hair on his lower belly.
"Whoa... eager, aren't we." He nodded, though, when she looked up for reassurance. "If that's what you want, who am I to say no? Besides," he groaned harshly as she started kissing, "I want to feel that little kitten tongue on my cock."
Heeding that request, she didn't take him all in when she reached his firm member. Aizawa was so stiff he was curving towards his stomach and already dripping with excitement. Instead of long swipes of her tongue or sucking, she opted for tiny little kisses and light lapping. When she started to purr as she licked under the reddened tip his hips jerked wildly.
Elly looked up and caught her breath at the sight.
There he was, standing with his suit flapping open at the front, his hair down and his goggles laying loosely about his neck. His eye was closed and he was holding a hand tightly across his mouth, which she could see was contorted in a pleasurable grimace. Eraserhead was almost undone.
She placed a wet kiss on the end and swirled her tongue, parting her lips just enough to cover the tiny leaking hole, and sucked.
"I'm gonna come <i>if you don't stop</i>," he whispered, breathing hard and shaking. "Is that what you w - want? Does kitty want Eraserhead's m - <i>milk</i>?" Saying it out loud inflamed him, and his hair shot up like when he used his quirk. "That's it, I can't huh - hold back! Drink it, kitty, <i>drink your milk</i>!"
Elly tried her best to swallow as he came but he was over-stimulated and there was a lot. When he came to she was sitting on her haunches wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, her tongue flicking at the corners of her mouth. A little puddle of semen was on the bedspread but he could tell she had done as requested - as much as she could, anyway.
"Holy shit," he choked. He walked around to the other side and sat on the bed beside her, holding her close until she grew more alert.
"Mmn, baby? You're there." She hugged him back.
"Of course I am. Are you okay, my queen?"
She smiled and nodded. "I just need to clean that up and rinse my mouth out."
"I've got <i>that</i>." He grabbed a handful of tissues and started to wipe it up. "Go ahead, and then I'll take care of you."
Elly took her time washing her face and picking out a bottle of mouth wash from the pay area. When she got back Aizawa had tied his hair back but his outfit was all in place again.
He patted the bed. "Come sit, kitten." She did, and he raised his arm so she could wriggle into his side. Aizawa wrapped his arm around her, his hand resting on her back as she snuggled against him.
"That was really hot," she told him quietly.
"Oh?" His ears blushed as he recalled his actions. "I, uh, may have gotten a little carried away."
"No, you were fine." She raised her head and kissed under his chin, purring. "It was sexy. You don't lose control like that too often, and I liked it."
He shifted as she covered his face with kisses, bending to get at her lips but she slid to the side and continued. Aizawa sighed heavily, laying back on the pillows and bringing her with him.
"I'm supposed to be catering to your whims tonight, my queen," he protested gruffly. "Instead you're making this about me."
Elly crawled on top of him. She breathed heavily, her eyelashes lowered as she stared down. "But, Eraserhead," she cooed, "I <i>am</i> getting what I want. I want you. I've always wanted to <i>lavish</i> attention on you in your outfit. I'm doing what no one else gets to do."
He chuckled ruefully. "Ah, I should have known. You crave these displays of affection now and then. Have I been neglecting you at all? No?" Aizawa rubbed a hand over his face, smiling, when she shook her head hastily. "Good. How about you touch me a little more, then? I think your favorite hero might have a surprise for you."
Her ears perked, her tail tips flicking with interest. "You might?"
His smile grew into a cocky grin. "I do," he confessed, "but it's on my body somewhere. You'll have to find it."
<i>That</i> was a mistake.
He writhed on the mattress, eye squeezed shut, body sweating and jerking as her hands groped him and her mouth devoured every inch of his skin. She removed his scarf, goggles and suit with painstaking slowness as she searched him. When she got to his leg she kissed him above the prosthetic, murmuring sadly. It was still new to both of them, though his leg had healed, and it broke her heart every time she encountered it. She'd held her tongue and never told him how it made her feel, knowing he was coping with so much and not wanting to add to his stress.
"You want it off, baby?"
He paused, then nodded. "All right. It's getting irritating." He bent over and pushed the release button on top while she pulled down. He let off on the button after it separated. "Okay, go." Elly gently wriggled it free and set it aside. He peeled the silicone liner off his leg and set it on the nightstand beside them, straining a bit to reach.
Aizawa sighed. "That's better." He squinted suspiciously at her as she sat between his legs staring at him. "What's that look for? Wh -"
She flung herself on him, pressing her mouth to his and kissing him with a passion so unchecked he shivered. His own repressed emotions struggled to the surface, responding to hers in a primal way that he could not fight against.
"I love you so much," she gasped. "Shota, baby, I never told you how <i>scared</i> I was when I heard you were hurt this badly, I - I'm sorry!"
He inhaled deeply of her scent. "No," he said softly in resignation. "I knew it was tough on you, too. We should have talked about it."
"Some counselor I am, right? Ugh."
"No, it's my fault too." He kissed her softly on the mouth, tongueing gently until she grew all shivery again. "There, now. You missed your present."
"I did?"
"Yes." He pointed at his leg. "Perhaps it was a bad idea, but..."
She frowned curiously as she stroked the skin, looking for something she missed. Then she saw it, dark writing tattooed where the edges of the liner concealed it before.
<i>I will always come back to you</i>.
Her eyes filled with tears.
"Uh oh," he muttered right before she started sobbing. There was, however, a gentle smile on his face as he consoled her. Later, there might be time for play again, when the mood lightened. But for now, there was only love and comfort.
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