Flirt wars gf

 Hizashi was about to sit down by his computer in the shared teacher's office when Aizawa nudged him. 

"What?"

Surprisingly, Yagi answered from across the desk. "You're needed in the lounge, Mic."

"Whaaat?"

"You should take off your neck speaker," he added.

"It's Cheshire," Aizawa grunted shortly. 

Moments later as his unoccupied seat was spinning and the door slammed shut behind him the taciturn homeroom teacher smirked at All Might. "That's how you make him run," he snickered.

Hizashi fumbled his neck gear off as he walked, pushing the door open to the break room uneasily. He heard Cheshire immediately. She was hissing and spluttering under her breath, angered obviously by what she was staring at on her phone. He dropped his speaker carefully on a table and approached.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"No!" She showed her teeth in a snarl. "This is too far. They've <i>gone too far</i> I - I can't -"

"Okay! Let's just..." Hizashi leaned over and slowly gripped her phone in two fingers, treating it as if it were a live snake. "Here we go. Let's put <i>this</i> away. It's makin' you hurt."

"But -"

"Nope." He tossed it on top of a shelf in the corner and turned around, crossing his arms.

"<i>Hizashi</i>, I'm too <i>short</i> to reach that!"

"Yeah. I know."

"But can't I just finish -"

"No." His chin firmed with his eyebrows drawn in a tight frown. "It's hurting you." 

"But don't you want to know -"

"<i>No</i>." He crossed back over and sat beside her on the couch, reaching out to place his arm around her shoulders. "You can't <i>breathe</i>, Ches. You need to stop. Here... what can we do instead? What d'ya wanna do, maybe listen to some music? Read a book?"

Elly sighed with frustration, her ears laying back. "I don't know."

Hizashi found a playlist on his phone and turned it on. Calming instrumental music filled the room.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah." She leaned into his side, making it easy for him to feel the tension throughout her body. 

"But not all better," he mused. "You're gonna pass out if you don't chill out."

"I need to be in my office in half an hour."

"I'm not letting you go until you can walk without wobbling all around," he warned. 

"I can't just calm down that fast!"

"Well, then," he murmured close to one furry ear, "what about a cuddle? Will that help, baby?"

"<i>Mic -</i>" she began in a huff but let out a small squeak when he pulled her onto his lap. 

"What's up?" Hizashi asked cheerfully. "No cuddle?" He made a show of pouting and looked so overly sad with huge, pleading eyes that she giggled. 

"Okay, okay. But we'll have to deal with all the crazy rumors after this. The kids <i>and</i> staff already think we're dating. <i>The media thinks you're with somebody else, though</i>," she added under her breath.

"Ohhhh, is <i>that</i> what's got ya pissed?" He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm not seeing anybody. I wanna, but she thinks all the rumors are crazy." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

She craned her neck to look up at him and found he was blushing. "What exactly are you saying, Mic?"

"Oh. I guess, uh. You wanna date?"

A quarter of an hour later an extremely smug Present Mic strolled into the office and sat down. It was approximately five seconds until he couldn't hold out any more and proceeded to tell everyone how he'd gotten a <i>girlfriend</i>.

Hunger, 8

 "That's right, baby. <i>Scream</i> for me! Ya know I <i>like it loud</i>."

Elly twisted and turned on the bedsheets, clawing at them frantically as her lover pounded into her at a steady, even pace. Hizashi was at his outrageous best, wearing nothing but his Present Mic jacket with his hair done up in a tight bun to help prevent spillage.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"Ain't gonna," he panted hoarsely, arching his back as he thrust. "Remember, that last shot made me get it up but nothing's comin'. This is all for you - one final fuck so hard your heat'll be over."

"Oh god, ohhh goddd..."

He giggled wickedly and dropped a quick kiss on her cheek. "Hold on, babygirl, this party's only <i>just</i> begun."

The man had stamina, but this was something else. The staff were concerned her heat was taking so long and told him to "do his best" at least one more time. More than a week of repeated sex had definitely taken its toll on him, yet he said would do it as long as necessary, no questions asked. And so he threw himself into the act as fully as possible, giving in to the pull and push, working his muscles as she shook uncontrollably underneath him.

After awhile Elly threw back her head, her throat working. "Mic, oh god Mic that's it -"

Hizashi blinked as sweat dripped into his eye but he didn't dare move his hands to wipe it away. Instead he concentrated, trying to deepen his thrusts to match her weak flops towards him. She was as extremely tired as he was and he knew one more orgasm would put her out like a light.

She needed that.

He <i>really</i> hadn't counted on how extremely physical the last few days had been. He knew the stories about anthros and their cycles but thought, like everyone else, that they were highly exagerrated. Tales involving sex always got blown up on the internet, and a lot of guys loved bragging.

Turns out it was very close to what those who had reportedly been through with their partners. 

It also turned out that quite a few of those people had not, in fact, been boasting, but warning those that thought it would be a fun undertaking. Not to say this wasn't genuinely rewarding, and at times very enjoyable.

Fun, however, was not what it was about at the moment. 

<i>Damn it, it's not working</i>!

"Havin' trouble, Ches?"

She whimpered, her fingers grasping his shoulders in a tight grip. The leather helped; he was unharmed though her nails were digging in. "Close but I can't!"

"Whatcha need, babygirl? Tell me."

"You're not into it!"

"Oh, I'm into it." He laughed when she shot him a narrow-eyed look. "I <i>am</i>. Just not gonna finish this time. That the problem? I'm not coming?"

She nodded - at least he thought she did, her body was jiggling impressively with each movement he made. 

"You want me to fake it, baby? You <i>do</i> feel good."

"Anything," she gasped, "anything. Please."

Hizashi moaned softly in her ear. "Mnn, baby, you fit me so <i>perfect</i>."

She gulped audibly. "Oh!"

"That's it, that's it," he continued, his breath hot and causing her ear to twitch as he panted. "So good, yeah?" He wriggled a hand between them to rub at her upper sex, a tricky maneuver while still thrusting inside her but he was incredibly flexible as well as running on the high energy he was known for. "You make me come so hard, I wanna come -" He threw his head back, throat working to utter a series of scandalous moans that rose in pitch. It was over-the-top acting even by the worst pornographic film standards, but it worked. Hearing him sound like he was in the throes of ecstacy combined with this extreme stimulation tossed Elly over the edge. 

"<i>Yes</i>!"

"Oh, babygirl," he gasped as she shrieked his hero name several times. "Thank fuck. Good, good, it's okay, let go... that's right." 

She collapsed backwards and he hurriedly pulled out and checked her pulse. It was racing but as he waited began to slowly even out. Hizashi sighed in relief and kissed her sweaty forehead. Only then did he notice his own body was disgustingly slick under the heavy jacket, straggling bits of his long hair that fell out of the bun sticking to his neck and shoulders. He grimaced and stood up, bracing himself with one hand on a nightstand since his leg muscles were twitching wildly. Elly muttered something unintelligible, her eyes closed in sleep while he waited. When he was certain he was physically capable of movement he stretched, placing his hands at the small of his back. 

"Aw'right, gotta clean up," he muttered to himself as he grabbed a nearby towel. This was used to very carefully wipe Elly down before tucking a fresh sheet around her. She sighed happily in her sleep, grabbing a handful of soft fabric and cuddling deeper into the pillow. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby," he whispered, and kissed her cheek this time. 

She purred in response, sensing his touch. He smiled, then waddled unsteadily off to the bathroom dropping his jacket on the floor as he went.

Hunger, 7

 "Yeah, let's. I'm getting cold, anyway."

The couple dried off and wandered into the bedroom to put their fluffy robes back on. As they did they heard a beep from the door and Hizashi wandered over to look out into the tiny foyer that seperated their suite from the outside. 

"Hey, it must be dinner time," he called out.

Elly poked her head out of the bedroom. "I <i>was</i> getting kind of hungry."

"Yeah, look." Hizashi pulled open the front door and rolled in a cart with multiple covered dishes. "They probably set this out while we were in the bathroom."

"Bring it on over, sweetie. I want to be disgustingly sinful and eat in bed."

Hizashi squirmed with delight at the name and complied with a flourish.

The food was excellent but then he noticed there was a bottle on the side of the cart. "What's this? Sake? Really?!"

"Is it any good?"

"Ohhhh ho ho ho. Try this," he husked, setting his cup to her lips.

Elly drank, then started purring as the liquid blossomed into warmth in her belly. "Oh, that's <i>good</i>. I wonder why they let us have alcohol?"

"No idea. Maybe it's to help us relax." He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her deeply. "Mmmn... that's even sweeter."

"<i>You're</i> sweeter," she giggled.

"Nuh uh. You."

She laughed harder. Hizashi's lips twitched and he drank again, then sighed deeply.

"Oh, <i>fuck</i>," he breathed. "I think I know why they gave us that wine."

"Yeah."

"There was somethin' in it, right?"

"Yeah," she whispered, clinging to him and also breathing slowly. "Wine masks the taste."

"Hmm. They monitor us, so..."

"They'll take action if someone's not eating or sleeping well. We only managed a little nap before. Probably wasn't enough."

"Yeah, 'cause right now I feel like a semi just dropped on top of me." He yawned hugely, stretching one arm over his head but keeping the other slung about her waist. "We better get settled, honey. Or we'll keel over right here."

They pushed the cart some distance away and lay back on the huge mattress. Elly rolled into his arms right away. "I wish this could last forever." She buried her face in his chest, completely content.

He raised both eyebrows. "Your heat?"

"Noooo. This."

"Me an' you?" Hizashi shifted his legs around hers and sighed. "Baby, I'm not going <i>anywhere</i>. If you want me forever, you got me."

"...too good to be true," came the muffled reply.

"You'll see," he promised. "If I hafta shout it in public every day I'll do it." His golden eyes brightened, but for once he held his tongue as a wonderful idea struck him.

"I'll do anything to be with you forever."

"Mmm hmm. Well, here's the list. You ready? You're gonna hafta date me for awhile, put up with a gross amount of affection," Hizashi squeezed her once and she giggled faintly. "No, I mean it. I'm gonna shower you with so much love we'll make everyone around us puke." He thought for a moment, then added, "At the very least we'll get Aizawa. He <i>hates</i> that kind of thing."

"Funnnn. Then what."

"I'll ask you a question you'd better be ready for!" He snickered wickedly. "Although, I doubt you'll be able to prepare. I'm gonna work really hard to surprise you all the time."

"Pfff, already know the answer."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Yes," she murmured so low he almost didn't hear. Hizashi fell asleep with a smile.