Hot fix

 It had been one of those days. Not everything had gone wrong, really, just enough to cause Elly to wordlessly walk past her boyfriend as he sat on the couch, her Hero outfit falling to the floor as she mindlessly sought the comfort of a hot shower.

Aizawa Shota was not one to take that lightly.

He easily inferred she had a rough day and made plans, waiting patiently for her to finish cleaning up in the bathroom.

Elly took her time showering, enjoying the refreshing fall of water and sweet-smelling steam. She got out and dried her short hair and tail carefully, shaking herself in front of the mirror with satisfaction. "Better go grab some clothes," she sighed.

Upon opening the bedroom door, however, she saw her boyfriend seated on the bed dressed in dark clothing, wearing his capture weapon with an enigmatic expression on his scruffy features. She smiled a sheepish smile and was about to apologize for ignoring him when she was caught tightly in several layers of his binding cloth. He pulled sharply and she flew into his arms, then rolled onto the mattress. Elly was too winded to say anything until he gently set her down, the scarf-like pieces unraveling from around her body. As soon as he did she sat up at the waist in protest.

"Shota!"

He shook his head and laid a finger on his lips.

Aizawa straddled her, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously. He reached down and pulled the hem of his black shirt up with one hand, exposing his chest and firm, sculpted abdomen. The warm skin thrust at her in an aggressively sexual manner, his back arched and other arm behind him. 

He'd <i>shaved</i> his chest. The skin was smooth with no trace of the dark, furry hair that normally covered it. The hair started at his navel now, a light dusting that trailed lower.

And as she looked - how could she not, with this mouth-watering display put on for her benefit -- her eyes dropped and she saw the button on his fly was undone. Only a tantalizing glimpse of dark hair and shadows was exposed, but of course the bulge in his slacks indicated the treat that lay in wait. 

His smile was a touch smug but more confident than full of ego; when she raised her eyes he pointed at the bed in an obvious command: <i>lay down</i>.

So she did.

All her cares and worry vanished with the brush of his lips on hers and warm, strong hands caressing her body. He kissed her naked body slowly, his hot mouth trailing after his hands and covering every inch of flesh as he passed it. She squirmed and writhed, gasping as his stubble rasped lightly on her sensitive skin. Aizawa took note of this and paused to rub his cheek on her belly, staring hotly up at her all the while. 

"Baby, that tickles," she giggled.

He raised an eyebrow and did it again on the other side, slower this time.

"Ohmigod, <i>Sh</i> -" 

He hefted himself up on his hands and quickly silenced her with a passionate kiss. One turned into several, and he was soon growling softly as he pressed against her with an urgency that took her breath away.

"Eraser..?"

Nope.

She wasn't addressing him the wrong way. He still hushed her with his body and a stern, though loving, look. Elly finally got the message: no talking whatsoever.

Moaning, however, was apparently allowed.

She bit her lip, a hiss of pleasure escaping her as his kisses trailed down her neck to her breasts. He chuckled wickedly, a dark, velvety snicker, and ran the tip of his tongue up toward a hardened nipple. Instead of licking directly, however, he started a slow, lazy spiral from the outermost area. After a few minutes, Elly started biting her lip harder in an agony of torturous pleasure. When Aizawa noticed he let out an exaggerated hum of concern and pulled away to stop her with a kiss. She squirmed but he lapped at the chewed-up skin, his dark eye burning into hers.

<i>Okay. None of that either, then.</i>

She nodded in understanding and her reward was exactly what she needed, his mouth closing on her breast, lips suckling until she really couldn't help but cry his name.

"<i>Shota</i>"

He grunted approval and raised himself on his arms above her, wobbling only slightly away from his legless side. "Do you want me?"

"Yes!" 

"All right." 

She knew better; she really did. And yet the man broke her on a daily basis with love and the care he put into making her feel good. So yes, she knew better, but was <i>still</i> shocked to the core when he shoved her knees further apart, spreading them wide enough the muscles burned lightly. He thrust inside without further warning, a thrill streaking up her belly from the quick movement. When she opened her mouth, however, he crushed his own over hers again, swallowing her cries as he arched back.

"Good kitty."

He thrust forward again, holding her down so she couldn't buck up into his movements and deepen the penetration. Elly whined, craving more, but let him do as he wished. When he saw she was restraining herself he rewarded her with a sharp twist of his hips, a quick thrill that left her desperate for more. Knowing he didn't want her to speak, however, she groaned and let her head fall to one side on the pillow. 

Aizawa kissed her on the cheek, a silent apology before starting an even rhythm that burned away the ache into a slow growing orgasm. She strained for it, eager, but every time she tried he stopped and kissed her until she relaxed again. How he was holding back for so long was a complete mystery to her, yet she hadn't much time to ponder anything as he was demanding her full attention. Her focus narrowed and it was clear when she let go, her eyes glazing over and mouth parting. His lips twitched in a sly grin when he saw. She whimpered and reached for him again, and this time he bent forward so she could grasp his shoulder blades.

"I'll let that slide, my queen," he told her breathlessly, still moving his hips. "Mostly because you're going to need to <i>hold on</i>."

"Yes," she gasped, gripping tightly with hips and hands. "Yes, faster! Faster, baby - I'm close and I need this so much!"

"I know," he murmured, kissing her sweaty forehead. He took a deep breath, arched his back for a full second, and flung himself smoothly into the act with a kind of ferocity she had never known. On an ordinary day it might have been a little frightening but she wanted this, <i>needed</i> to be wrecked so hard she lost herself. 

"Deeper, please!"

"Raise your legs," he snapped brusquely. "Give them to me, here." His rough palms clutched them tight, lifting them up his waist to his back. "Can you cross your ankles?" She immediately did and her new angle provided the easiest, deepest penetration. It wasn't long until she was weeping with the force of her orgasm and he let her cry it out. If not for the sticky smear on one of her thighs, Elly wouldn't have been certain that he came or not. He'd been silent and watchful even then.

Aizawa rolled over on his back beside her, one long-fingered hand finding and entwining with hers. They lay there for a long time letting their bodies cool and their breathing slow. 

Elly was the one to break the silence. "Thank you."

He shrugged. "I love you."

"Thank you for that, too."

Hunger, 6

 Hizashi paused to rummage through his bag before getting into the shower. He pulled out a small square of plastic while Elly stared.

"Oh, baby, it's not a condom." He laughed and opened the packet to reveal a shower cap. "Go on and get in, start without me. I need to make sure my hair stays dry." She nodded and picked up the soap while he reached back to make sure the massive blond pile was fully covered under the cap. Satisfied, he stepped in and washed several key areas, letting the water rinse him fresh again.

"Okay, we're cleaned up! On to the fun part."

"F - fun?"

"Yep. Move into the tub, please? There's a little seat for you. I'll set up the water." He turned off the shower and stepped out and back into the other area, which was more like a hot tub than a bath itself. After fiddling with the dials for a moment he was satisfied the water was filling properly and he knelt in front of her.

"How you doing, Ches? You look fidgety."

"I'm - I'm on fire," she sobbed, twisting and turning, her wet legs sliding aimlessly against each other. 

"My poor baby," he whispered, his heart in his eyes as he laid his head in her lap. "What do you want? What do you need?" The water was up to his lower legs, swirling around and splashing a little as he moved.

"I need to come," she sniffled. "But I don't, I don't know..."

"Get greedy, baby. Tell me <i>anything</i> you want." Hizashi kissed her knee. "Y'know, ya still haven't quite let go. I have to ease you into it every time."

"Bad memories."

"Yeah." He looked sad momentarily, then sighed, tugging his hair free of the cap and unfastening the soft band to run his fingers through it a few times. "I know what might help, though. Remember to tell me if I do anything you're not comfortable with." Satisfied it was dry enough he fastened the long, blond locks into a triple bun.

"Uh huh." She wiggled her rear on the seat which had a small rubber mat for comfort and safety's sake. Hizashi made puppy dog eyes at her until she blushed and admitted she wanted kisses.

He started with her forehead and moved from there, taking his time and drawing each one out with tongue and soft nuzzles of his lips. 

"Your mustache is so sexy," she panted when he paused. "It turns me on when I feel it on my skin."

"Much better," he praised in encouragement. "Soooo much better. And as an added bonus - that makes me feel good, too." He kissed her navel and impishly decided to dip his tongue inside.

She whimpered and scratched the back of his neck lightly with her nails as her fingers spasmed. "Zashi..!"

"What d'ya want, sweetheart?" The feathery soft brushes of his lips dropping lower and lower were driving her insane. He knew what she wanted but also that she had less than pleasant experiences in the past. If he could gently urge her to open up, he could reinforce that he wasn't like the others. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her inner thigh. "I love you so much, baby. Let me show you. Tell me."

Elly let out air in a huff that spoke volumes before answering in a shaky voice. "Want you to go down on me..." He heard her take a gulping breath before continuing, "w - want your head between my legs."

"Yes, <i>ma'am</i>," he replied enthusiastically.

"I wasn't sure -"

"I told you, baby - I'll do damn near anything for you." He stopped in the act of kissing her knee to look directly into her eyes. "This isn't a big deal, either. I'll always want to kiss you."

"But -"

"No buts. I love you. Oh, and let you in on a secret," he whispered, sliding into place as she lifted her legs to help. "I like havin' my hair pulled. Get close to the scalp if yer gonna yank and don't hold back."

"It won't hurt you?"

"Not bad. It stings, is all." He grinned as he realized his throat felt more normal. "Heyyyy, the pills have been wearing off, so I've got a lot more power."

"Why would that matter <i>ohmigod</i>!"

Hizashi licked a slow, long strip up her sex, humming softly all the while. The vibrations from his quirk turned the simple vocalization into a buzzing sensation, not unlike a vibrator but with added tongue. Elly's legs jerked but he was ready for that and ducked a little. 

He did, however, groan when she grasped desperately at his head, burying her fingers in his hair on the sides of the bun. Sure enough when he used his quirk again she tugged, and every pull went right to his lower belly in a delicious shock of pleasure. Encouraged, he moved faster, using her tightening grip on his hair to know when to back off to edge her gently from the brink of orgasm.

He soon decided she needed that release, however, and kept on until she grew louder. Elly's body convulsed, pleasure fluttering through her in waves as he alternated between licking and humming. He would tell her later she screamed his name, but she wouldn't remember. She couldn't recall anything but how sweetly <i>perfect</i> the release felt - and how it lingered after he gave her a final kiss and drew back.

"My <i>god</i>... H - Hih - Hi<i>zashi</i>."

"Yeah, babe." He splashed around until he was sitting beside her on another seat. "Better now?"

"<i>Yes</i>." She waited for her heart to stop racing, breathing slow and deep. "You - that was... you were amazing." 

"Aw." He coughed and dipped his head shyly.

"No, I'm seriously..." Elly stopped to gather her thoughts. "No man has <i>ever</i> made me feel the way you do. In every way."

"You make me feel special." Hizashi paused to reflect and added, "I usually get told lots of bad stuff about me. But you <i>like</i> all the parts of me." He placed his arms around her and both of them started giggling when they almost slipped back into the tub. 

"Whoops!"

"Erk!"

"Maaaayyybe we should get out of the tub."

Music appreciation

 It started off as an ordinary English lesson from Present Mic at U.A, with him downing half a cup of coffee as the class pulled out the appropriate books from their bags.

The plan that day was to practice what they'd learned so far, and it went fairly well. By the end of class everyone felt good about themselves, including Hizashi, who decided to try something new.

"We're gonna end on a different note today. Come on over." Hizashi set his phone on the desk. It began playing from one of his playlists; the teens crowded around to listen.

They immediately hit a snag.

"This one's stupid," Bakugo snorted. He lifted his hand to skip to the next on the list.

"Don't you dare!" Hizashi quickly snatched it out of the way. "It's not that bad."

"It's pretty cheesy," Jiro muttered, wrinkling her nose. Several of the others agreed but some were still listening and witholding judgement.

"It's dumb," Bakugo asserted.

"Watch it," Ochako told him. "Remember you're trying to be better."

"I'm already the best, damn it!"

"I tried." She shrugged, looking aside at Jiro.

"Okay, look. We listened," the dark-haired girl reasoned with her teacher. "I like music, but this is... uh. Why do you like this so much?"

"Does Ms. Chesire like it?" Mina burst out in sudden inspiration.

"Well, yeah. That's <i>our</i> song, yo!" Hizashi sounded upset the kids could think such a thing was uncool. 

"The words are, um. I guess it's kind of romantic?" Midoriya shrugged, scratching his unruly mop of green hair. 

"<i>Romantic</i> and <i>special</i>?!" The self-professed shipper of the class leaped over as close as possible, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oooooh!" 

"Why is <i>this</i> your song, Mr. Yamada?"

"Yeah, ribbit! You're like, a DJ and stuff -"

"You've got a near-freaking unexhaustable knoweledge of music. Why this?!"

Hizashi's eyes widened in panic. He could see a slow grin creeping across Mina's face as her own eyes grew in realization. He began to panic, his mouth already going off on several different tangents trying to divert the conversation.

Someone else got to it first, though.

Mineta had been listening closely to the song and the Voice Hero's reactions as the others teased him. "Wait," he gasped, a dribble of blood tricking out of his nose. "Wait, is this what was playing when you guys <i>did it</i> the first time?!"

Everyone looked up in perfect sync to view their English teacher's face, which by now was bright red across his cheeks and nose. His ears also burned hot but at least those were hidden by the headphones he wore. Normally his hazel eyes couldn't be seen either due to his sunglasses, but he was sweating so badly they slipped down his nose. They were giant and clearly filled with a certain kind of terror.

"Holy shit he looks like he's gonna pop."

"Since you're all, uh, talking, hey! Let's stick to English, okay? Learning English through music is really effective in terms of memorizing new vocabulary, 'cause like, ya know how songs get stuck in our minds -"

"Mineta's <i>right</i>?"

"Thanks, dumbass," Bakugo groaned. "Every fucking time I hear this - shut up!" He snapped at them as they shouted at him. "<i>Every time we</i> all <i>hear this we're gonna think about that</i>!"

"Think about what?" A new voice called lightly from the doorway.

"Uh oh."

Elly walked over to her boyfriend, her ears perking up. "Hey, this is the song that was playing when you confessed." She added in English, "When you told me you loved me."

Hizashi nodded. "Yeah." He slipped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned affectionately into his side. 

"Awww!"

"Wait, I thought they had -"

"You could've just told us that, geez."

"Yeah, we missed part of lunch for nothing."

The class filed out, the couple watching until the door slid shut. Elly raised an eyebrow but before she could say anything Hizashi groaned.

"They were right!" He pulled her into a massive hug and bent to bury his face in her hair, being careful that his giant neck gear didn't crush her. 

"They don't need to know you told me <i>during</i>," she chuckled. 

"I panicked!"

"I know, dear."

Just outside the door Mina Ashido clapped both hands over her mouth to stifle the shriek of glee that threatened to burst out. Jiro grimaced and retracted her ear jack from the panel. "I really didn't need to know that," she sighed dismally.

"But it's so <i>cute</i>!"

"Yeah. Sure. You're gonna buy me that ice cream, right? Maybe I can drown my disgust in sweet stuff." She whipped her hand out to motion for the pink-skinned girl to stay quiet. "Uh uh, no. Don't you dare make a 'sweet' joke. I'm done."

"Aw."

Birthday 7/7/23

 Toshinori, Aizawa and the star of the day - Yamada Hizashi, birthday boy -- had gotten off work at nearly the same time this fine, sunny day. They had perhaps unconciously grouped together, each dressed casually as they relaxed on the couch in the teacher's dormitory.

Yagi leaned over intently. "Well, what <i>do</i> you want for your birthday?"

"I dunno." Hizashi sat slumped over, looking bored as he flipped through channels on the television. "Yer still takin' me out for karaoke later, right?"

"Yes."

"That's fine." He shrugged. "I, uh..." He glanced over his shoulder at the kitchenette, his ears burning faintly. "That's all I want. My friends with me."

Aizawa grunted faintly, and though most people couldn't discern his emotions through subtle sounds like this Hizashi knew his friend. He shot the sleepy bundle a warning look.

"Your birthday is on one of the most romantic days of the year," Yagi sighed. His sunken eyes followed the Voice Hero's in a knowing fashion.

"Yeah, <i>tanabata</i>."

Elly rummaged around in the cabinets, cursing a little in English as she searched for the tea she'd bought. "Aha!" She exclaimed as she dug the tiny tin out of the corner of the drawer it had somehow manifested in this time.

A shadow had been hovering in the hallway watching her and Eri appeared, her curiousity overcoming her shyness at last.

She scrunched her nose up and tugged at Elly's shirt sleeve. "E - excuse me, Miss Kitty..?"

The counselor bit her tongue to stifle the giggles that almost burst free at the child's nickname for her. "Yes, dear?"

"Why does Mr. Mic call you 'babygirl'?"

There was movement from the couch, a few intakes of breath and one snort as the teachers resting there overheard. Elly closed her eyes and took a deep breath before pouring hot water over her tea. "He's just being silly, that's all." She smiled down at the little girl. "Besides, that's the way he speaks. He called Eraser <i>baby</i> the other day, too."

"Nuh uh," she insisted vehemently, shaking her head. "That's <i>different</i>. He calls people listeners and sometimes, um, baby. But he only calls you baby<i>girl</i>."

"He - he does?" Elly couldn't control the blush that spread across her cheeks. She looked over at the couch this time to see who was sitting there.

Toshinori was huddled down trying to hide, though he was too tall and she could clearly see him shaking with excitement - he was a romantic at heart and spoke with her previously about the other man. Aizawa couldn't care less, his eyes closed and head tilted far back as he rested, but the man beside him was bolt upright with a blush on his ears that rivaled her own.

Their eyes met and he blinked rapidly several times before he jumped over the couch and darted down the hall into safety.

"Coward," she muttered, though not crossly.

"Yeah, he does," Eri insisted.

"Well, I <i>am</i> a girl, right? That's probably why."

Eri let out an exasperated sigh. "Noooo, he only calls <i>you</i> that. Not other girls, either."

"Hey, little listener!" Hizashi popped out from the hallway surprising them both. "I heard you got a question that involves me, yeah?"

"Mr. Mic!" She hopped with excitement. "You can answer me, can't you?"

"What's the question?"

"Why do you call her -" she gestured to Elly, "babygirl?"

"Ohhhhhh, that's <i>easy</i>!" His smile grew, though the blush had spread from his ears to across his nose and cheeks. "I do it 'cause Ches is my most super-special pretty city kitty."

To say that Eri was irritated wouldn't do the emotion justice - she blew out her cheeks and stomped one foot, a pout crossing her sweet little face. "<i>That's just more nicknames</i>!"

Hizashi chuckled awkwardly and took a deep breath. "Eri," he said in a low, serious voice.

"Huh?"

"It means she's very, <i>very</i> special to me." He reached out and took Elly's free hand in his while she carefully set the suddenly wobbly teacup on the counter. "Not like anyone else in the whole world."

"Ohhhhhhh." Eri absorbed this information and with the utter innocence of a child blurted out the inevitable. "Are you in love with her?"

He choked on a shaky inhale of air, his eyes wide. "I, uh... uh. Oh. <i>Wow, you're fulla questions today, huh</i>?! Did you write your <i>tanzaku</i> yet?" He pointed to the large bamboo branch decoration near the windows.

"Oh! Nuh uh, not yet." She looked at it and shook her head. "Someone has to help me -"

While she was distracted Hizashi tugged gently on Elly's hand, leading her off down the hall to dissapear in a room nearby. When Eri turned back she found herself abandoned and she groaned and stormed over to the couch.

"Why won't anyone answer me right?" She complained, crawling into Aizawa's lap. "Did I do okay? I don't get how that will make Mr. Mic have a happy birthday."

He cracked an eyelid to make sure she was settled and then shrugged. In his one hand he held a brightly colored strip of paper with neat writing on it which he handed to Toshinori. The tall man got up to place it back on the leafy branch beside another written in English.

"Trust me."

BONUS:

"What was <i>that</i> all about?" Elly asked breathlessly as she sat on the edge of Hizashi's Western-style bed. 

"Was all what about?" He'd pulled her to the safety of his room without thinking and though she appeared confortable he was a mess. She'd seen his suite in the city during group outings and parties but never where he slept. Since the dorm only had single rooms with a bath in each she was literally in his bedroom and the thought burned into his brain, flashing like a neon sign and distracting him from anything else. "Whuh - ah... hey, babygirl, yer comin' tonight, yeah?"

"It's your birthday. I'd never miss it." She patted the sheets with a sly grin. "Silk?"

"It's for my hair," he said absently while he searched his desk. "I don't think I hung that up yet. Where the hell did it go?"

"You didn't answer Eri."

"Sure I did!" Hizashi jolted upright, his necklaces jingling. 

"Were you going to ignore what you said and then not answer the other part?" She cocked her head up at him, eyes wide.

"No! Well, what I said, when I meant, I mean what I meant, I ..." He spluttered, stammering and slowly faltering to a stop. Hizashi sat on the bed next to her, his voice dropping lower than his usual tenor. "Okay, yeah. I've fallen in love with you. Was gonna tell you on a date if you said yes, someday, I don't know. I thought maybe after my birthday. But now, uh. I guess it's out." He rubbed nervously at the back of his neck.

"I'm so happy," she sighed, then added, "Despite the fact that it ruins the gift I was planning."

"Gift?"

She kissed him.

Hunger, 5

 Hizashi woke when he heard the toilet flushing in the bathroom. He glanced over at the large-numbered digital clock on the nightstand to see that only a half an hour or so had passed.

"Hey, beautiful," he crooned as Elly shuffled out yawning. She looked wonderful to him with her hair lightly disheveled and sleepy-eyed. Her light skin was flushed in a few places and he worried if he'd been too rough.

She gave him a sour look but smiled nonetheless. "I just looked in the mirror," she grunted, rubbing her face with a shaky hand. "I definitely don't look beautiful. Besides, it's only a matter of time before I'm a raging hormone monster again."

"Don't dis yourself," he reproached gently.

"Bad habit." She shrugged.

"Yeah, well. I think you're beautiful." He yanked the covers back, patting at his thighs. "C'mon over and sit on my lap, babygirl."

"I might be too heavy for that." She tentatively sat and he scooped her up in a big hug facing him.

"Nah, yer fine." He stroked her back and she sighed, then arched into the light caress. "See how nice this is?"

She shivered and kissed his neck. "How's this for nice?"

"Ahhh, you know my weak spots already." Hizashi rolled his head back, letting her lick and tease the skin around his Adam's apple and creeping towards his right ear. "So affectionate," he moaned, his fingers sliding down to grasp the base of her striped tail. "So ...so <i>damn</i>, baby, that feels good."

Elly nuzzled him when he rubbed the fur, stroking up the proper way. "Want you to feel good," she purred. "Love you."

"I love you, too." He tilted her chin up to face him for a kiss, long, slow and deep. "Mmmnnn, thank <i>fuck</i> I was too sexy for you to resist. Was it all the leather? Lotta chicks dig guys in leather."

She snorted laughter. "It looks uncomfortable more than anything."

"Do I look like a big ol' tasty cock -"

"<i>Hizashi!</i>"

"- atiel?" He finished with a sly grin. "You know, with my hair up? Kitties like birds, right -" The air whistled out of him as she pushed him, growling in mock anger.

"You've got a real dirty mouth on you when you're in the bedroom, Mr. Voice Hero."

"And you liiiike it," he sang, his smile showing all his teeth.

"I like <i>you</i>, you idiot. You could dress up as a big banana and I'd still think you were adorable." His answering grin grew ever wider, and she groaned. "Hizashi -"

"Okay, okay! No banana suits." She gave him a stern look and he giggled. "No banana <i>anything</i>, I promise."

"That's better." She kissed his nose. "I know you."

"Aw, that's the <i>friend</i> version. Better than most, but not everything. <i>Now</i> you get an <i>upgrade</i>, baby."

"Mnn." Elly nuzzled closer into his arms and he draped them loosely around her lower body, one hand still rubbing her back. "Is this upgrade for all of you? I mean - what I mean is, ahhhh. Shit." She buried her face in his neck, growling softly.

"Uh oh, you're getting hot again. Ask me quick."

"Yeah, about that. I want... mine. You're mine. I want all of you. Want. <i>Want</i>."

"I read some stuff that said you'd get possesive," he murmured. Then, louder, "it's okay. You've got me, I promise you that."

"...Mic?"

"Hmm?" Hizashi cocked his head to the side, puzzled for a moment. Then it dawned on him. "You want both of me." He scratched his head, patting the damp hair. "Uhhhh... except we didn't bring our hero outfits. You can call me Mic if ya want, though."

She nodded so hard he caught her head in his hands. "Whoa! Yer gonna get whiplash, babygirl. Okay." They swapped positions and he crawled on top of her, naked but different, his attitude amped up as Present Mic. "Hey, pretty kitty. I hear you requested a special setlist? One to <i>rock yer world</i>."

She shivered all over and reached for him, swallowing hard when he deliberately loomed over her, grinning in a demented way with one eye squinted over a raised eyebrow.

"<i>Mic</i>." She moaned the name so urgently he blinked.

"Damn. I was kinda joking before, but my persona really <i>does</i> turn you on, doesn't it?"

"And the outfit's so tight," Elly sighed as she squeezed his rear in one hand, picturing all that leather in her mind.

"That's <i>really</i> hot," he groaned. "Now that I know you were staring at my ass it's gonna be hard to think of anything else at work."

"Not just ass," she husked, licking her lips with her gaze dropping.

"Ohmigod," he wheezed, clutching dramatically at his heart. "You're tellin' me you - you fantasized about my <i>dick</i>? Are you serious right now?! I swear any minute I'm gonna wake up, this can't be real. <i>I'm living a horny teenager's fantasy</i>!"

"Ugh."

"Yeah, fair, but I'm not a kid any more and look at you, nearly passin' out at the thought that this is gonna be in you." He rubbed the firm length on her inner thigh and she shuddered all over with pleasure. "Yeahhhh, you like?"

"Take me, Present Mic," she moaned, her eyes half-lidded and heavy. "<i>Breed me</i>, Voice Hero."

"Whhhhhhoa!" His eyes widened, huge and shocked.

She whimpered and bit her lip shut, shaking her head. Her expression and the thin cry that forced its way out of her throat was an obvious apology.

"No, no! It's okay. Sorry, I was just, uh... don't be scared. Tell Mic the truth, <i>honey</i>." He stressed the last word in English and she melted. "You want my baby, yeah?"

She slowly nodded, fearful of making him upset. But Hizashi only stroked her cheek with the back of one hand. He reminded himself this was what her hormones wanted and that deep down, she knew better. He was supposed to satisfy these cravings and cater to them, not upset her. It's not that he didn't want kids, and he <i>did</i> dream about having them with her, but not, you know, immediately.

He could play into the fantasy for her benefit.

"Lay back," he told her while pushing firmly down so she wouldn't struggle and strain herself. "Lay back and let Mic make you a mommy."

Elly inhaled so sharply he worried for a moment but her ears stayed calmly at the sides of her head. Hizashi smiled, kissed her briefly on the forehead and began.

He could tell he wasn't going to come this time but the sex was still pleasant enough for him to respond to it with low pants and cries. Hers were significantly louder, however, and when he felt her tightening around him he dropped one hand to her hip, slapping lightly to make sure she felt it. "That's it," he groaned when she cried out. "<i>Louder</i>, baby. If you get nice an' <i>loud</i> I'll give you an extra treat."

Hizashi waited until she screamed his hero name in ecstacy before biting the mark he'd made on her neck earlier. Her screams dissolved into a babbling gush of praise, her body shaking underneath him. It was strange to not have one himself, but he'd rather skip a few than get injured.

She was still breathing hard after her eyes opened again, and when their eyes met he saw she was frightened.

"Still?" He asked in a soft voice filled with awe, and, when she nodded, he took a deep breath. "You're okay, we knew this might happen. Let's go to the bathroom again - I've got an idea."