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."