Aizawadisiac

 "Look out!"

The villain they were fighting moved quickly, so fast that Eraserhead was caught in the spray of fine mist that was shot directly into his face. He sneezed and fell into the alleyway between the buildings while the villain made their escape.

Cheshire materialized a few feet away, splattering in rage but determined to help.

"Here, give me your arm!"

He snarled and spun away, but when he tried to focus on using his capture thread to go after the bad guy, his plan backfired. He was suddenly unable to concentrate and the scarves wavered in mid air, then latched around him instead, rather like when he'd been a teenager struggling to master its use.

"Shit!"

Elly darted towards him once more and knelt by his side. Her fingers wormed their way under the thread on his stomach and she tugged. Aizawa felt her hands on him and tensed further. His mind blurred, desire for the woman he worked with pushing itself to the forefront above everything else.

"This is really tight."

"Don't fuck around," he growled, his eye narrowing to a dangerous slit. "You want to take advantage of me like this? <i>Do it</i>."

Elly stopped in the middle of trying to unwrap him, her tail stiff in shock. "What? Take advantage of? What are you talking about, Eraser?"

He bucked forward, straining toward her from the absence of touch and starting to sweat. "I want you to use me like a sex toy."

"What?!"

"<i>Don't untie me</i>," he snapped. "I've been hit with an aphrodisiac quirk and I will hurt you."

"You were... oh, no." Unfortunately the news caused her to jerk farther away and he groaned in anguish. "Okay. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to text the nearest -"

"<i>No</i>."

She glanced over at him to find his long, black hair swept up in that strange, telekinetic wind, his single eye burning hot and bright. "Eraser," she began, but he cut her off with another startlingly firm reply.

"No one else. I only want <i>you</i>."

"But -"

"If you don't want me," he hissed through clenched teeth, "bring me to the campus and deposit me in my bed. It should wear off in a few hours."

"But you said - you want me to what?"

"Leave me tied up," he husked in a dangerous tone. "I'm dangerous to you now."

"I'll have to carry you, and you're heavy." She sighed and lifted him with his head over her shoulder. "<i>Eraserhead</i>!"

He chuckled and licked her neck again, baring his teeth and rubbing them on the flushed skin. "Faster," he whispered roughly. She shuddered and heaved harder, baring her fangs as she carried him to the nearest mating center.

Mating Centers were for anthros like herself (though she was only part cat). They were safe havens to barricade yourself in during heats or mate without restrictions if one wanted to. The staff takes care of patrons needs - everything down to food, prophylactics, even sex toys. Luckily there was one very close by, because the scruffy man was extremely heavy and she was breathing in short, exhausted pants by the time she entered the lobby.

"Oh my goodness! Do you need me to call an ambulance?" The woman behind the desk picked up her phone immediately. "Are you injured?"

"No," Elly wheezed. "No... shit, Eraser, are you <i>all</i> muscle?!" She dropped him as gently as she could and collapsed beside him on the floor. "Room, please. He's been hit with a fuck or die quirk."

Approaching staff heard this and swerved to get a wheelchair. The front desk clerk nodded and dropped the phone back in its cradle. "Occupancy?" She asked questions quickly, adding information into the computer she sat in front of as fast as it was given her.

Elly nodded, her throat tight. "Two."

"Needs?"

"Let me think." She thought for a moment while two orderliness manhandled Aizawa into the wheelchair. He snapped at them like an animal, growling deep in his throat. Elly reached over and threaded her fingers absently through his long, black hair and he leaned into the touch, calming down. "You've got fridges here..?"

"Yes, stocked with energy drinks and bars."

She handed her liscence over and they scanned it so that everything could be charged appropriately. This was a work-related incident, after all, and her agency was good about taking care of heroes. "All right. He's too agitated for me to ask if he wants anything now. We'll order later from the room. Please also contact U.A for me and let them know both of us will require leave tonight and tomorrow."

"I'll take care of that right away."

"Thanks," Elly said wanly. She looked up to find a burly orderly standing at the ready to escort them to a room.

Aizawa was quiet until the door closed behind them. Then he twisted painfully around on the bed he'd been placed on to face her. She wordlessly unfastened his prosthetic leg, peeling the liner off and massaging the rough end.

He knew what was coming next. "Don't!" His gray eye grew alarmed as she started unwrapping the cloth weapon binding him. "<i>Please</i>, kitten, please don't set me free, don't!" He pleaded with her even as he struggled to get closer, licking his lips and nearly drooling.

Elly shook her head. "You need this," she said quietly as the last of the strips settled to the ground.

She was on her back with his firm, hot body on top in a split second, his hips grinding on hers. His mouth found her own and she wasn't sure if they were kissing, biting or sucking the life out of each other. Not that it mattered; she was dead set on letting him have what he wanted. The man had been adamant that he would harm her, but though his calloused palms were rough on her skin his grip wasn't bruising. It was, however, enough to take her breath away.

Aizawa groaned, shuddering, and she knew he was desperate for release and unable to think. She reached down and unbuckled his belt. "Shota. Help me."

He saw what she was doing and grasped the sides of his suit in either hand. As she set the belt aside, he flexed powerfully, tearing the outfit in two rather than unzip it and exposing his dark-haired chest, furry in the middle with a thick trail that ran into his briefs.

Breathing heavily and far more turned on than she'd ever been in her life, she took matters literally into her own hands, yanking his underwear down before grasping him firmly. He was average sized but thick, and she wondered absently if this would make a difference later on.

"Ah, <i>shit</i>! Harder! Harder, kitten! Fuh - fast -" He choked mid-word and let loose a feral howl instead, his body doubling over and shaking as he came. It was not enough, however, and he reached for her almost before he was finished orgasming.

"More," he gasped weakly, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Want you. Want... oh, <i>yeah</i>. Rougher," he husked, closing his eye with pleasure as she bit his neck. His reaction to her nipping his throat was so loud and needy that she covered him in hickeys, biting and sucking until his skin was spotty, covered with angry looking red marks. "More!"

Elly wasn't really into pain play but he wanted it, so she dug her nails in his chest and dragged down slowly. His hisses and groans of pleasure egged her on and soon she was twisting his nipples, tugging and pulling on them as he wailed underneath her.

"G - gonna lose it!" His good eye was squeezed so tightly shut she could see wrinkles around the edges. "I'm - I'm gonna -!"

"Going to come from nipple play, baby?" She leaned down and bit one, soothing the pain with a soft kiss and a lick. "That's hot."

"F - fff..! Ah, <b>fuck</b>!" This time the orgasm was dry and it was clearly more powerful. Aizawa's body jerked so hard he almost fell off the bed. His arms whipped out at the last moment and he caught himself on reflex.

"Sexy," Elly purred.

"Unf." His hairy belly was dewed with sweat, beads caught in the puff of his chest and lower. Drops rolled down as he moved, trembling, to try and sit up. "You. Here," he grunted, holding his arms out.

"Yes, sir."

He glared at her a little, but soon relented when she was sitting soft and warm in his arms. "You haven't come yet."

"You're going to need more attention very soon..."

"No." He pushed her down with her head at the foot of the bed and mouthed her breasts as he continued to talk. "I need to make you come before I lose myself again. How do you want me?"

"Uh!" Caught off guard, she could barely think.

"I can finger you, fuck you or eat you out."

"Uh, I, um."

"Quit thinking so hard," he snapped in his teaching voice. "Just answer! What do you want Eraserhead to do to you?"

"Kiss me until I come," she blurted out.

He nodded, pleased, and slipped immediately between her legs, urging her thighs apart farther so he could set his lips to her lower ones. Knowing the sexual fog could come back to cloud his mind at any moment, he pressed gently and swirled his tongue, trying his best to mimic a kiss while his upper lip brushed her clitorus.

Elly swooned, dropping back onto the bed with a long, loud moan. "Mmmnn, <i>Shota</i>, your tongue feels so <i>good</i>..!"

He moved up, lapping quickly at her pleasure center and gauging how close she was from her cries and the tensing of her legs around his shoulders. When she started to shake and cry out repeatedly it set him off again and he lunged, planting his knees and wiping his face roughly off with the back of his hand.

She looked up, startled, and saw him, his teeth bared and eye filled with such blazing lust she felt it to her core. He wasted no time and thrust, burying himself deep within her in a single movement. Their stomachs slapped together and she cried out, already pushed to the edge by his previous ministrations. "Yes! Take me! Let me feel you, Sho!"

He shuddered and gripped the sheets on either side of her, his dark hair floating up and his eye glowing red. "Hold on," he growled dangerously.

He was fit and fairly fresh, having not had to work for his other orgasms. Aizawa descended upon her like a man starved, holding her gently yet ravishing her below with a frantic intensity that would have amazed her if she could think. It was all she could do to hold onto his shoulders as he plunged into her repeatedly, humping like an animal and making bestial sounds to match.

"I'm going to drown you in it," he moaned, his hips grinding onto hers. "Going to make you <i>mine</i> at last, kitten, I've -" He let out a brief, coughing roar of pleasure. "Mmnnngh! Wanted you for so long! Mine! <i>My</i> kitty filled with <i>my</i> love!"

The two heroes spent the rest of the day as well as most of the following having so much sex that they were sore. They came out of the experience happier and as a new couple, which he deadpanned was the best thing to ever come out of a villain attack, at least for him.

But then they had to go back to work.

Aizawa knew the morning he had to go back to school was going to be more lively than usual. He showed up early like always and finished some of the backlog of paperwork that had accumulated. But a couple hours after the others had arrived he couldn't stay away from his computer any longer.

He opened the door and sighed as every eye in the faculty work area trained directly on him. "Yes?" He asked in as bland a tone as possible.

"Um, Aizawa," Yagi murmured, "it's very unusual for you to be absent. And at the same time as Ms. Sketchit, as well..?"

"She's been limping," Vlad snickered. "You don't take it easy on <i>anyone</i>, do you?"

Yamada didn't even try to hold in his gleeful laughter as he pointed a shaking finger at his friend. "Whooooooo, baby! Her fangs pack a mean bite!"

The dark-haired man jerked guiltily, grabbing at his capture thread and, in his haste, pulling it down so that said bites were displayed for all to see.

The Voice Hero laughed so hard that he spun around and fell off his chair. "Ohmigod, holy shit he fell for it! He fell for it and better yet, <i>it's true</i>!"

Aizawa's reaction was pretty much what everyone expected it to be. After the dust settled, the leather-clad hero was hogtied and left to his own devices as his friend stormed moodily out the door.

"Worth it," Yamada choked, giving the rest of the staff a thumbs-up, which was the only part of his body he could move.