Hizashi/Els
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"Aw, sweet, yo!" Mic blinked at the box of chocolates on his desk. "Who got me these? Anybody see? I never get stuff for Valentine's Day!" He clapped his hand over his mouth as he said this last and the rest of the teachers chuckled. "Screw you." He plunked down in his chair and opened the heart shaped box.
"Someone made those? That's pretty unique." Aizawa peered over his shoulder. The rich, sweet candies were shaped like microphones.
"Wooowwww." He gaped, mouth open with his glasses slipping down his nose. "These're righteous!"
He questioned a few people, but didn't find out who his mysterious valentine was until the end of the day (and consequently the end of the candy). He tossed the last pieces in his mouth with a satisfied hum and stared down at the bottom of the box. There was a photo underneath! His green spiralled eyes widened hugely as he took in the outfit she was wearing and the handwritten note.
"I know you love American traditions, so if you want to give me a gift I'll be in my apartment after school wearing this."
He clutched at his heart through the leather jacket he wore.
"Holy shit."
He had never moved so fast before at that last bell except when he had been a student himself. Hizashi rushed home to quickly shower and wash his hair free of all the product, rendering it soft again. He couldn't wait for it to dry so he left it damp and just tied it back. His outfit was a simple shirt and jeans and he stuffed his feet into the sandals that were by the door as he headed out. Her apartment was close, a few doors down, and he took a breath to steady himself before knocking.
"Yes?" Her dear, sweet voice was shaking. He smiled excitedly, knowing she was as nervous as he was.
"It's Hizashi."
Elly opened the door, blushing, as far as he could see, almost everywhere.
And he could see a lot.
She wore a racy black lingerie, complete with spaghetti straps and garters that dangled down her thighs. She hadn't attached them to anything but he thought she looked perfect. Her pubic area was delicately covered, hidden from view, as were her nipples but just barely. She stepped back, allowing him to walk into her living room and close the door behind him. He followed and when she stopped and held out her arms he let out a soft cry.
Her eyes were the most vulnerable he had ever seen. She had done this without knowing if he would accept, though they had flirted in school and they both kind of knew they liked each other. Hizashi had wanted more but hadn't known how to ask. Apparently she had grown tired of waiting.
"Oh, baby," he breathed reverently, enveloping her in a gentle embrace and bending slightly to meet her mouth with his own. This first kiss was soft and lingering and they let it draw out time as they sighed against one another. "You're a million times sweeter'n that chocolate." He deepened the kiss, humming with pleasure. "Mmmn..."
"Oh," she gasped. "Your quirk!"
"Nmm? Oh. That." He grinned widely. "Get ready, babe. I'm gonna rock your world if that gets you hot."
She hungrily groped under his shirt, hands tracing the muscles she found there. "Bring it, Voice Hero."
"Gonna drive you mad, kitty." He nibbled her neck, breathing hard as her touches sparked heat flashes all over his body. She giggled wickedly at the joke and let him push her down onto the couch.
"Hizashi..."
"You like this?" He swiped a hot tongue between her breasts. "What if I took this off? I can see where it opens - ahhhh, damn. Look at you." The top of the bra fell away, giving him access to her soft breasts. He caressed them, kneading and feeling the form nipples while breathing deeply. She normally didn't use perfume but she smelled very good today.
"Hizashi..!"
"Yep. That's my name." His tongue snaked out to lick and tease the hardened flesh. Elly writhed satisfactorily under him, bumping his groin until he let out a shaky sigh. "You're delicious. Oh, hey!"
Her hands had reached around when he moved within range and grasped his buttocks. "Shit," she groaned, "Your butt is as tight as I thought it was."
He threw his head back, howling softly. "Yeahhh, touch me!" She smiled and slipped lower, moving to the front of his slacks. Hizashi fairly lost his mind as the leaden weight tripled in strength. He had never been so desperate for a woman before. "Ches - Els -- I, uh, do you want to..?"
"Condoms are on the table."
He jerked wildly at the mention of protection. "Yes!"
"Make love to me, Hizashi? Please?"
"Yes!" He tore off his shirt and stood to remove the rest of his clothing. Elly slipped her putfit off as well and took a couple of packets off the table. They stared at each other for a long moment, and then he offered her his hand. "Bedroom?"
"Down the hall to the left." She clasped his warm palm in her own and they walked back. "You're really quite large, you know." She admired him as she paused to toss the condoms on the sheets.
Hizashi blushed. "Ya serious?" He took his glasses off and set them on a nightstand.
"Of course." She sat on the bed and slid her hands down his back when he climbed on top of her. "I wasn't sure what to expect, but this..."
He wheezed when she lovingly ran a finger down his firm length. "Ahh!"
"This is - well, I'm a little scared, to be honest." She frowned, not unkindly. "I've never had one inside me so big."
Now he was nearly strangling on his own air. He pointed to his throat and waved one hand around. "Babe, yer makin' me lose it!"
She smiled sheepishly and left his tortured erection alone for now. "Whoops."
"Okay, uh." He leaned over and kissed her again, a strand of his blond hair that had come loose tickling her cheek. "I'd never hurt you. I promise I'll go very, very slow an' you tell me if anything feels wrong, okay?"
"Okay."
"Now, wait a minute here..." Hizashi murmured, his lips pressed onto her neck. "Are you ready for me?" Smooth, dexterous fingers danced down her belly to tickle below her navel.
"Oh yes, yes!" She knew what was happening and arched towards his hand. He dipped lightly inside her body, rubbing gently.
"God, you're hot." He hummed again, this time directly on her skin. Elly cried out and clutched his shoulders, moving with him. "Yeahhh, you remember this. Just wait." The hum grew in intensity and he suddenly kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as he withdrew his finger. The vibrations were intense but nothing compared to what happened when he chuckled and kept going, licking and buzzing lightly down her body.
Her eyes fluttered open when she guessed what he was about to do. "Oh my god, Mic!"
"That's right, sweetie," he purred as he swirled his tongue inside her in a startlingly intense kiss. The hum was a bonus that had her wailing his name in seconds, lifting her legs and even trying to escape at one point. "Wanna stop?" He panted.
"I want you inside me!"
"Mmm hmm." He stood, knees popping. "Urk. Uh, bathroom's the other door? I'm gonna wash up and..." He swiped a condom. "Suit up. Be right back." She whimpered on the sheets, twisting them in her hands and thrashing her tail until he got back.
"Finally."
"Poor baby," he said when he got back. "You want me this much?"
"Looks like you want me just as much."
He glanced down at himself with a rueful smile. "Yep. You ready? I want to let you know somethin' before I slip it to you, though." He propped himself up on an arm, positioning himself below.
"Mmm?"
"I think I love you."
"Hizashi Yamada," she sobbed deleriously as he entered her, "you little sneak!"
"Ahhh, happy Valentine's Day, baby."
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Thursday, February 14, 2019
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Power Outage
Shouta/Els
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Elly was one of the few people that could move freely during this surprise power outage, and she checked on the students first before moving to her fellow teachers. When she knocked on Aizawa's door, there was a lot of swearing before he flung it open.
Her ears flicked in astonishment. He was breathing in quick, little pants, the whites of his eyes huge and bright in the darkness. He reached for her blindly when she called out, and she noted with alarm that his hands were shaking and cold.
"Aizawa! Are you okay?"
He let out a strangled stream of curses, clinging tightly to her shirt. "I'm... afraid of the dark."
"But don't you go on nightly patrols?"
"Street lights," he grunted cryptically. She understood; there was almost always some type of light in the city.
"Well, here, let me in. You have a flashlight, right?"
"Batteries went out." He suffered her to lead him to his own couch, where he sat clumsily without letting her go.
"I can't find light for you if you don't let me go," she said softly.
"Don't leave," he pleaded, his head down and hands still clutching her in desperation.
"Okay. But you'll have to let go so I can sit. I promise I'll stay right here." He nodded and dropped his hands limply into his lap. Elly sat close beside him. "How come no one came to help you?"
"No one knows." He sounded disgusted with himself but there was an obvious undercurrent of fear in his tone. She reached out with a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him. He gasped, then responded by flinging his about her as well, pressing so tightly against her she could feel the jackhammer beat of his heart.
"I'm sorry. I would have come quicker if I knew."
"Don't tell."
"Aizawa, I'm a counselor. I never tell anything anyone tells me in confidence."
He sighed tremulously. "Nevertheless, you must think I'm a fool."
Elly blinked. "Why?"
"This is so illogical!" He looked up, his eyes flashing red as he lost control of his quirk in his anger.
"Your power is in your eyes," she told him seriously, placing a gentle hand on one of his cheeks to steady him. "It's only natural you would fear losing the ability to see."
"Damn it," he choked. "Ches..."
"I don't think you're a fool," she murmured. "If anything, I'm the stupid one here." She cleared her throat and tried to laugh past the tension but he was having none of that.
"Why?" He placed his hand over hers when she tried to move it.
The Insanity Hero could hardly breathe as his rough palm covered her own. The simplest touch was electrifying, and his closeness was starting to produce several very strong reactions in her body. She had started to sweat lightly and her heart was pounding as fast as his, yet for a different reason. She felt as if she were, indeed, going mad.
"Aizawa - "
"We're in my apartment. Call me Shota." He jumped as a breaker nearby suddenly exploded with a shower of sparks. The man was so terrified and she was so impossibly attracted to him that she did the first thing that came to mind - she lifted his chin and softly kissed him. He rubbed his hands part way down her back, then up to plunge in her hair as the kiss deepened. Elly did the same, giddy with the feel of his dry lips eagerly devouring her own.
"Wait..."
"Don't stop."
"You're vulnerable," she husked onto his neck as he mouthed hers hotly. "I don't want to take advantage of you."
"You're not." He nipped, then started to suck. She cried out and sank down onto the couch with him following, looming above her in the dark. "I've wanted you. Distract me, Ches. Make me hot instead of afraid."
"Shit," she gasped. "Come on then." She pulled him down and they came together with a purr and a groan. He liked to use his teeth, sucking and nibbling, catching her tongue in his mouth and toying with it. She drove him wild by lapping at his lips, little teasing motions that grew bolder as they progressed. Their bodies writhed together, though their hands remained above each other's waists in an unspoken agreement. They kissed again and again, not knowing where one ended and the other began, not caring about the drips of saliva except to lick them passionately away. Aizawa's hair framed her face, tickling it, and she moaned and pulled it back gently, liking the silky weight. He grinned - she felt his lips stretch on her cheek -- and used his quirk so it lifted upright.
"Yes! More," she begged shamelessly. "You're so fucking sexy, Shota."
He choked in amazement but complied, this time nearly bruising her lips with the intensity of the kiss. Both were so involved that they didn't hear the knock at the door. Unluckily, Elly hadn't bolted it shut after she came inside since she had her hands full at the time.
Hizashi shone the flashlight around the room. "Hey Sho - woooow!" He nearly dropped it in shock at the scene before him. "Oh. Well. Uh..."
"Shit!" Aizawa squinted at him in the light. "This better be good, damn it!"
"Yeah, uh... we're all gonna meet in the school gymnasium. Couple of those kids of yours made some stuff and there's limited power. So, um. Yeah." He cleared his throat.
"Fine."
"Uh." Hizashi stammered in embarrassment. "You want me to wait, or..?"
He glared flatly at his friend, then sighed wearily. "We are going to need a minute."
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Elly was one of the few people that could move freely during this surprise power outage, and she checked on the students first before moving to her fellow teachers. When she knocked on Aizawa's door, there was a lot of swearing before he flung it open.
Her ears flicked in astonishment. He was breathing in quick, little pants, the whites of his eyes huge and bright in the darkness. He reached for her blindly when she called out, and she noted with alarm that his hands were shaking and cold.
"Aizawa! Are you okay?"
He let out a strangled stream of curses, clinging tightly to her shirt. "I'm... afraid of the dark."
"But don't you go on nightly patrols?"
"Street lights," he grunted cryptically. She understood; there was almost always some type of light in the city.
"Well, here, let me in. You have a flashlight, right?"
"Batteries went out." He suffered her to lead him to his own couch, where he sat clumsily without letting her go.
"I can't find light for you if you don't let me go," she said softly.
"Don't leave," he pleaded, his head down and hands still clutching her in desperation.
"Okay. But you'll have to let go so I can sit. I promise I'll stay right here." He nodded and dropped his hands limply into his lap. Elly sat close beside him. "How come no one came to help you?"
"No one knows." He sounded disgusted with himself but there was an obvious undercurrent of fear in his tone. She reached out with a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him. He gasped, then responded by flinging his about her as well, pressing so tightly against her she could feel the jackhammer beat of his heart.
"I'm sorry. I would have come quicker if I knew."
"Don't tell."
"Aizawa, I'm a counselor. I never tell anything anyone tells me in confidence."
He sighed tremulously. "Nevertheless, you must think I'm a fool."
Elly blinked. "Why?"
"This is so illogical!" He looked up, his eyes flashing red as he lost control of his quirk in his anger.
"Your power is in your eyes," she told him seriously, placing a gentle hand on one of his cheeks to steady him. "It's only natural you would fear losing the ability to see."
"Damn it," he choked. "Ches..."
"I don't think you're a fool," she murmured. "If anything, I'm the stupid one here." She cleared her throat and tried to laugh past the tension but he was having none of that.
"Why?" He placed his hand over hers when she tried to move it.
The Insanity Hero could hardly breathe as his rough palm covered her own. The simplest touch was electrifying, and his closeness was starting to produce several very strong reactions in her body. She had started to sweat lightly and her heart was pounding as fast as his, yet for a different reason. She felt as if she were, indeed, going mad.
"Aizawa - "
"We're in my apartment. Call me Shota." He jumped as a breaker nearby suddenly exploded with a shower of sparks. The man was so terrified and she was so impossibly attracted to him that she did the first thing that came to mind - she lifted his chin and softly kissed him. He rubbed his hands part way down her back, then up to plunge in her hair as the kiss deepened. Elly did the same, giddy with the feel of his dry lips eagerly devouring her own.
"Wait..."
"Don't stop."
"You're vulnerable," she husked onto his neck as he mouthed hers hotly. "I don't want to take advantage of you."
"You're not." He nipped, then started to suck. She cried out and sank down onto the couch with him following, looming above her in the dark. "I've wanted you. Distract me, Ches. Make me hot instead of afraid."
"Shit," she gasped. "Come on then." She pulled him down and they came together with a purr and a groan. He liked to use his teeth, sucking and nibbling, catching her tongue in his mouth and toying with it. She drove him wild by lapping at his lips, little teasing motions that grew bolder as they progressed. Their bodies writhed together, though their hands remained above each other's waists in an unspoken agreement. They kissed again and again, not knowing where one ended and the other began, not caring about the drips of saliva except to lick them passionately away. Aizawa's hair framed her face, tickling it, and she moaned and pulled it back gently, liking the silky weight. He grinned - she felt his lips stretch on her cheek -- and used his quirk so it lifted upright.
"Yes! More," she begged shamelessly. "You're so fucking sexy, Shota."
He choked in amazement but complied, this time nearly bruising her lips with the intensity of the kiss. Both were so involved that they didn't hear the knock at the door. Unluckily, Elly hadn't bolted it shut after she came inside since she had her hands full at the time.
Hizashi shone the flashlight around the room. "Hey Sho - woooow!" He nearly dropped it in shock at the scene before him. "Oh. Well. Uh..."
"Shit!" Aizawa squinted at him in the light. "This better be good, damn it!"
"Yeah, uh... we're all gonna meet in the school gymnasium. Couple of those kids of yours made some stuff and there's limited power. So, um. Yeah." He cleared his throat.
"Fine."
"Uh." Hizashi stammered in embarrassment. "You want me to wait, or..?"
He glared flatly at his friend, then sighed wearily. "We are going to need a minute."
Care Day
Hizashi/Els
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"Yeahhh... uh huh. Uh huh. I know it's both of us, but this is important. Sure. Thanks." Hizashi hung up and placed his phone on the nightstand. "Babe? Hey, I called the school for us."
Elly's tear-streaked face popped up in terror from the sheets. "Oh no! I need to, no, we have to go in, we can't just not go because I'm feeling -"
"It's okay, princess." He slipped under the sheets with her and pulled her to him in a warm hug. "We can and we just did. I'll stay with you. Now... you wanna shower?"
Her ears drooped and she rubbed at her tired eyes wearily. "Not really."
"Then I'll help. Up!" He lifted her in one swift movement, jumping to his feet and heading to the bathroom. She didn't resist, choosing instead to lay limply in his arms and stare blankly at the walls. "You know it always makes you feel better."
"Yeah."
He ran the water and made sure it was the right temperature, not too cool or hot. "Want me with you?"
She looked up at him in confusion. He was almost fully transformed into his hero persona. He had already showered and half his hair was slicked up at an odd angle, evidence that he had dropped everything when he saw she wasn't quite right today. The hair dryer and tub of wax were still on the counter.
"But you're already dressed."
He smiled softly and tipped his tinted glasses to stare eye to eye with her as he repeated the question patiently. "Do you want me with you?"
Elly choked, holding back the sobs that wanted to break free. "Yes," she whimpered.
"All right, then." He tugged her nightshirt. "I'm'a peel off this leather. You take this off, too."
"Okay."
Hizashi bit his lip as he undressed, his heart sinking. He would probably never know why she woke up like this today and she might not, either. But seeing her this down was terrible. He could guess that it was her childhood again, mostly because of the way she was behaving around him. He was taking charge and she was slipping into a frightened child with a tiny voice and single word answers. She had an abusive childhood and the trauma surfaced sometimes, though not as bad as it was right now. He squared his shoulders as he pulled his white shirt over his head. He would cater to her and shower her with love and affection like he always did when she had a rough time. He sensed he might have to step things up a bit, however.
"Good girl," he praised cheerfully when he saw she was naked and sitting on the edge of the tub. "I'm ready, too. Let's get in and out so we can get breakfast."
"Okay." She moved when he told her to and washed slowly when he handed her the soap. Hizashi rinsed out the product he had gotten worked into his hair and turned his full attention on her.
"Need your back scrubbed?" She nodded, so he took care of it, massaging until she purred despite herself. Once fully clean she clung to him, pressing her face on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "Aw, sweetie. You're so cute." He stroked her damp hair. "Wouldn't it be nicer to cuddle when we're dry?"
Again, a single nod.
Hizashi swallowed past the lump in his throat. Now she was talking even less. He guided her out and dried her with a fluffy towel, then let her finish while he took care of himself. He wrapped one loosely around his head and gently suggested they get dressed in some comfy clothes. This time Elly moved on her own, yet very slowly, as if every action was slogging through quicksand. He sighed and pulled on sweatpants and a shirt, then dashed off to see what they had in the fridge.
"I'm gonna order out," he said as he walked into the bedroom again. "Whaddaya wa - hey, hey. What's up?" He rushed over when he heard her crying.
Her tail fell onto the floor as she looked up at him with a weak, teary smile. "My mother texted me last night." He sat next to her and leaned close. "So she ah, she basically said she was excited I had found someone that could put up with me."
His green eyes widened and he flung his arms around her. "Holy shit, princess. That's - that's not right. I love you. I'm lucky you want to be with me!"
"I'm sorry, I think she meant well. I always feel that it's just me, I'm so sensitive..." She tugged at her sweatpants, picking bits of fuzz off of them.
"No." He held her tighter.
"I know. But I still feel that way."
"No, babe. You've got every right to be upset. That was a mean thing to say, and not true."
She sniffed. "Yeah. I'm sad. I feel worthless, and then everything started flooding my mind. All the bad memories until I couldn't take it anymore."
"My poor baby." Hizashi's voice thrummed as his emotion overruled his usual strict control of his quirk.
"You know the worst part? The fact that I have to convince myself that they were bad to me, that they are. They've still got me so brainwashed that the implied 'you're worthless' comments always have me agreeing with them. Like, oh, yeah, I do things like th - this..." Her breath hitched in a series of small sobs.
"This isn't because of you," he murmured in her ear as he gathered her into his lap. "It's them. You're not the one at fault. You're my beautiful babygirl and I love you."
"I kn - know you do, but I still get so afraid!" She hiccupped, shivering. "I'm so afraid of this wonderful life being taken from me somehow."
"I won't let it." He rocked her soothingly in his arms, humming to calm her jagged nerves. "I promise I'll always do everything I can for you. You deserve to be happy." Hizashi paused, then kissed the top of her head. "I'm'a tell you all day: you deserve to be happy, and I love you."
_
"Yeahhh... uh huh. Uh huh. I know it's both of us, but this is important. Sure. Thanks." Hizashi hung up and placed his phone on the nightstand. "Babe? Hey, I called the school for us."
Elly's tear-streaked face popped up in terror from the sheets. "Oh no! I need to, no, we have to go in, we can't just not go because I'm feeling -"
"It's okay, princess." He slipped under the sheets with her and pulled her to him in a warm hug. "We can and we just did. I'll stay with you. Now... you wanna shower?"
Her ears drooped and she rubbed at her tired eyes wearily. "Not really."
"Then I'll help. Up!" He lifted her in one swift movement, jumping to his feet and heading to the bathroom. She didn't resist, choosing instead to lay limply in his arms and stare blankly at the walls. "You know it always makes you feel better."
"Yeah."
He ran the water and made sure it was the right temperature, not too cool or hot. "Want me with you?"
She looked up at him in confusion. He was almost fully transformed into his hero persona. He had already showered and half his hair was slicked up at an odd angle, evidence that he had dropped everything when he saw she wasn't quite right today. The hair dryer and tub of wax were still on the counter.
"But you're already dressed."
He smiled softly and tipped his tinted glasses to stare eye to eye with her as he repeated the question patiently. "Do you want me with you?"
Elly choked, holding back the sobs that wanted to break free. "Yes," she whimpered.
"All right, then." He tugged her nightshirt. "I'm'a peel off this leather. You take this off, too."
"Okay."
Hizashi bit his lip as he undressed, his heart sinking. He would probably never know why she woke up like this today and she might not, either. But seeing her this down was terrible. He could guess that it was her childhood again, mostly because of the way she was behaving around him. He was taking charge and she was slipping into a frightened child with a tiny voice and single word answers. She had an abusive childhood and the trauma surfaced sometimes, though not as bad as it was right now. He squared his shoulders as he pulled his white shirt over his head. He would cater to her and shower her with love and affection like he always did when she had a rough time. He sensed he might have to step things up a bit, however.
"Good girl," he praised cheerfully when he saw she was naked and sitting on the edge of the tub. "I'm ready, too. Let's get in and out so we can get breakfast."
"Okay." She moved when he told her to and washed slowly when he handed her the soap. Hizashi rinsed out the product he had gotten worked into his hair and turned his full attention on her.
"Need your back scrubbed?" She nodded, so he took care of it, massaging until she purred despite herself. Once fully clean she clung to him, pressing her face on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "Aw, sweetie. You're so cute." He stroked her damp hair. "Wouldn't it be nicer to cuddle when we're dry?"
Again, a single nod.
Hizashi swallowed past the lump in his throat. Now she was talking even less. He guided her out and dried her with a fluffy towel, then let her finish while he took care of himself. He wrapped one loosely around his head and gently suggested they get dressed in some comfy clothes. This time Elly moved on her own, yet very slowly, as if every action was slogging through quicksand. He sighed and pulled on sweatpants and a shirt, then dashed off to see what they had in the fridge.
"I'm gonna order out," he said as he walked into the bedroom again. "Whaddaya wa - hey, hey. What's up?" He rushed over when he heard her crying.
Her tail fell onto the floor as she looked up at him with a weak, teary smile. "My mother texted me last night." He sat next to her and leaned close. "So she ah, she basically said she was excited I had found someone that could put up with me."
His green eyes widened and he flung his arms around her. "Holy shit, princess. That's - that's not right. I love you. I'm lucky you want to be with me!"
"I'm sorry, I think she meant well. I always feel that it's just me, I'm so sensitive..." She tugged at her sweatpants, picking bits of fuzz off of them.
"No." He held her tighter.
"I know. But I still feel that way."
"No, babe. You've got every right to be upset. That was a mean thing to say, and not true."
She sniffed. "Yeah. I'm sad. I feel worthless, and then everything started flooding my mind. All the bad memories until I couldn't take it anymore."
"My poor baby." Hizashi's voice thrummed as his emotion overruled his usual strict control of his quirk.
"You know the worst part? The fact that I have to convince myself that they were bad to me, that they are. They've still got me so brainwashed that the implied 'you're worthless' comments always have me agreeing with them. Like, oh, yeah, I do things like th - this..." Her breath hitched in a series of small sobs.
"This isn't because of you," he murmured in her ear as he gathered her into his lap. "It's them. You're not the one at fault. You're my beautiful babygirl and I love you."
"I kn - know you do, but I still get so afraid!" She hiccupped, shivering. "I'm so afraid of this wonderful life being taken from me somehow."
"I won't let it." He rocked her soothingly in his arms, humming to calm her jagged nerves. "I promise I'll always do everything I can for you. You deserve to be happy." Hizashi paused, then kissed the top of her head. "I'm'a tell you all day: you deserve to be happy, and I love you."
Monday, February 11, 2019
Breakfast in Bed (Shota)
Shota/Els
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Elly thrashed about on the bed, her ears and hair a messy tangle on the pillows. The covers below her tented up in a large, moving lump. She had woken up to an attack and she wasn't quite sure what had instigated it. Still dazed and partially asleep, she reacted without thought, crying out and grasping at the form under the sheets.
There was no reason for what was happening. Aizawa had simply gotten up earlier than her and decided to give her a treat. He ducked under the sheets and tickled her thighs until she spread her legs apart, then lifted her nightshirt. The light burn of his unshaven face caused her to mumble sleepily but his tongue was what woke her. He nuzzled himself between her legs and began eating her out like he never had before. There was no teasing this time; he was rough and eager, licking and thrusting deep when she jerked or groaned. He prided himself on pleasuring her and felt a thrill when he saw how much lubricant her body was producing. Mixed with his saliva it would have been dripping everywhere but he licked and swallowed without hesitation. When she took him in her mouth she didn't have a choice if he came quickly, though he always tried to warn her. It was only fair that he did the same for her out of love and respect. And passion, of course. He moaned a little himself as she started to call his name.
"Hold on, my queen." His mouth closed now and then as if he were really eating, slurping and smacking his lips greedily when he heard how it affected her.
"<i>Oh my god Shota what are you doing to me?!</i>"
Aizawa chuckled to himself but didn't answer. Instead, he decided that he would try a technique his friend had suggested the other day. He swiped a few hot licks over and around her swollen clitorus, then framed it carefully with his lips. He closed his eyes and hummed softly. Her wild cries of pleasure were worth it and he altered his pitch and speed until she was screaming on every exhale.
It didn't take long after that. He kissed her throbbing sex gently, lapping softer and softer as she wound down. When she collapsed in a boneless heap he slithered backwards and exited the bed from the end. He heard Elly's rough breathing as she struggled to calm herself and grinned. She didn't even look up when he left for a quick trip to the bathroom.
He assumed - correctly -- it was because she just couldn't move just yet.
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Elly thrashed about on the bed, her ears and hair a messy tangle on the pillows. The covers below her tented up in a large, moving lump. She had woken up to an attack and she wasn't quite sure what had instigated it. Still dazed and partially asleep, she reacted without thought, crying out and grasping at the form under the sheets.
There was no reason for what was happening. Aizawa had simply gotten up earlier than her and decided to give her a treat. He ducked under the sheets and tickled her thighs until she spread her legs apart, then lifted her nightshirt. The light burn of his unshaven face caused her to mumble sleepily but his tongue was what woke her. He nuzzled himself between her legs and began eating her out like he never had before. There was no teasing this time; he was rough and eager, licking and thrusting deep when she jerked or groaned. He prided himself on pleasuring her and felt a thrill when he saw how much lubricant her body was producing. Mixed with his saliva it would have been dripping everywhere but he licked and swallowed without hesitation. When she took him in her mouth she didn't have a choice if he came quickly, though he always tried to warn her. It was only fair that he did the same for her out of love and respect. And passion, of course. He moaned a little himself as she started to call his name.
"Hold on, my queen." His mouth closed now and then as if he were really eating, slurping and smacking his lips greedily when he heard how it affected her.
"<i>Oh my god Shota what are you doing to me?!</i>"
Aizawa chuckled to himself but didn't answer. Instead, he decided that he would try a technique his friend had suggested the other day. He swiped a few hot licks over and around her swollen clitorus, then framed it carefully with his lips. He closed his eyes and hummed softly. Her wild cries of pleasure were worth it and he altered his pitch and speed until she was screaming on every exhale.
It didn't take long after that. He kissed her throbbing sex gently, lapping softer and softer as she wound down. When she collapsed in a boneless heap he slithered backwards and exited the bed from the end. He heard Elly's rough breathing as she struggled to calm herself and grinned. She didn't even look up when he left for a quick trip to the bathroom.
He assumed - correctly -- it was because she just couldn't move just yet.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
Rule 63 - 12
Zashi/Els/Shouta
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Aizawa fumbled to put the key in the lock and swore when the door opened on its own at the touch. "Damn it, Hizashi, I told you to make sure this is - " He stopped in mid-sentence at the scene unfolding before him. Hizashi sat rather shame faced on the couch with a bunch of tissues held in one hand.
Elly was rolling on the floor, wailing. "I hurt! Why does it hurt?"
"Shh, it's okay. You lost it 'cause you got scared and stuff. Sho's here. He can help."
"What are you doing?" Aizawa rushed forward to wrap his arms around the distraught Elly on the floor. "Ches, you all right?"
"Hizashi was trying to help me, you know, touch myself." She shuddered, clinging to him. "I did, a little. It - I just couldn't keep doing it."
"Good idea," he grunted at the blond man, who was cleaning himself up at the side of the bed. "But a little too much, too fast."
"I just wanted to help." He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "Ah, she's gone like, unsatisfied at least twice now. I'm guessing she's got a severe case of blue balls."
"Christ, Zashi," he sighed wearily. "Imagine not understanding that and going through it? No wonder she's upset."
He grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "You want me to..?"
"No. I think you've helped enough for now."
He sighed and sat where he was as the dark haired man carried her into the bedroom.
"I wanna go back to the way things were!" She clutched him tightly around his waist, her face burning hotly against him through his jumpsuit. "I want you and me, nights when you make love to me after you get back from patrol and I'm - it's back to normal. I don't like this, Sho!"
"Ches," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I thought having Hizashi here would help you. I really did."
"He doesn't love me, he loves this!" She pointed between her legs.
"All right," Aizawa said in a low voice. "He might hear you, and he doesn't need to find out like this. Just close your eyes and relax." He rocked her back and forth, his hand slipping into her pants.
"No, wait, it hurts!"
"I know, this will help. Later, we can talk. I might have good news. Now, just relax." His warm, rough palm rubbed with just the right amount of pressure. She did as he asked, settling down with his one arm curled protectively around her. "There we go," he murmured as she began to pant.
"Shota, oh Shota yes..."
"Come, then."
"Ngh!"
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Aizawa fumbled to put the key in the lock and swore when the door opened on its own at the touch. "Damn it, Hizashi, I told you to make sure this is - " He stopped in mid-sentence at the scene unfolding before him. Hizashi sat rather shame faced on the couch with a bunch of tissues held in one hand.
Elly was rolling on the floor, wailing. "I hurt! Why does it hurt?"
"Shh, it's okay. You lost it 'cause you got scared and stuff. Sho's here. He can help."
"What are you doing?" Aizawa rushed forward to wrap his arms around the distraught Elly on the floor. "Ches, you all right?"
"Hizashi was trying to help me, you know, touch myself." She shuddered, clinging to him. "I did, a little. It - I just couldn't keep doing it."
"Good idea," he grunted at the blond man, who was cleaning himself up at the side of the bed. "But a little too much, too fast."
"I just wanted to help." He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "Ah, she's gone like, unsatisfied at least twice now. I'm guessing she's got a severe case of blue balls."
"Christ, Zashi," he sighed wearily. "Imagine not understanding that and going through it? No wonder she's upset."
He grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "You want me to..?"
"No. I think you've helped enough for now."
He sighed and sat where he was as the dark haired man carried her into the bedroom.
"I wanna go back to the way things were!" She clutched him tightly around his waist, her face burning hotly against him through his jumpsuit. "I want you and me, nights when you make love to me after you get back from patrol and I'm - it's back to normal. I don't like this, Sho!"
"Ches," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I thought having Hizashi here would help you. I really did."
"He doesn't love me, he loves this!" She pointed between her legs.
"All right," Aizawa said in a low voice. "He might hear you, and he doesn't need to find out like this. Just close your eyes and relax." He rocked her back and forth, his hand slipping into her pants.
"No, wait, it hurts!"
"I know, this will help. Later, we can talk. I might have good news. Now, just relax." His warm, rough palm rubbed with just the right amount of pressure. She did as he asked, settling down with his one arm curled protectively around her. "There we go," he murmured as she began to pant.
"Shota, oh Shota yes..."
"Come, then."
"Ngh!"
Rule 63 - 11
Zashi/Els/Shota
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Hizashi found his new boyfriend sobbing on the couch, curled up into a tight ball.
"Shit! What's wrong, Ches?" He unfastened his neck speaker and placed it on the coffee table as he sat quickly beside her.
"It's this nasty thing!" She made as if to hit her crotch and he yelped and held her back.
"Not a good idea, love."
"I know!"
"Tell me. It's okay." He wrapped his arms around her.
"The first few days were okay, I guess, because I was still so shocked and I had you guys distracting me, b - but..." She whimpered and clawed at the arm of the couch, eyes filling with tears. "I hate this! It's uncomfortable, it gets hurt all the time from stupid shit like putting on clothes or taking them off and it's always fucking hard! Why? Why are dicks like this?! There's no reason for me to be aroused and it just pops the hell up!"
Hizashi smiled gently and kissed her hair. "Hey, sweetie. That's what we have to deal with. You know how you'd complain about your period and stuff? We don't get that, sure, but we do have our own issues."
"I don't like it." She frowned so hard her brow hurt and she grunted in disgust, rubbing a hand on her head. "I don't want to - to touch it. I've been peeing by sitting down like Sho taught me the first night, but what am I supposed to do when I'm alone and I - I hurt?"
"Text one of us. Either Sho or I should be able to help. There's two of us, so you know you won't be alone for long. And maybe, if you relax enough, we can teach you a few tips on handling it yourself."
She pulled a terrible face. "You don't get it, Zashi. I feel sick when I see myself. What if you were suddenly female? You'd miss this. I miss my personal stuff."
"I know. I'm sorry." He stroked her leg in a comforting manner. "But I love your new body. May I show you again?" The blond man slowly kissed her, caressing her back and murmuring how beautiful she was. "I'll tell you as many times as you need to hear it. You're gorgeous. And what a pretty tail," he added with a wicked chuckle.
"Hizashi, you know how that makes me feel -"
"Yeahhh." He squeezed the base, petting in the direction of the fur. "I know, babe. It's hot."
"How can you just..." She shook her head.
"Mmm?" He squinted questioningly at her.
"You're gay, right?"
"Last time I checked." A sly wink followed this statement.
"Well, I mean, how can you just flip from friend to lover with me like that? I liked you before. I mean, I was comfortable around you and thought you were attractive. So it's not a huge leap for me. But you? I grow a penis and you're suddenly interested?"
He looked away, blinking rapidly in his confusion. "Well, uh... wow. That's harsh."
"This is a legitimate concern for me. I'm really vulnerable and I'm scared, H - Hizashi! I don't want to be like this forever. If I can change back, I will, and then - and then I'll lose you. I can't fall in love with you, too. I'll get hurt worse."
"Aahh." He nodded. "That's it. Listen, sweetie - if you don't take chances, all you'll do is miss out on things. Maybe this will end with some of us hurt, or maybe things will be rockin' for a long time. I dunno."
"I'm scared of a lot of things right now," she admitted.
"I know. And it might seem like all I'm doing is taking advantage of ya, but sex is a really great distraction. And then, there's, y'know, all the cuddling and stuff."
Elly sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry, Hizashi. I feel this way and I can't change so quickly."
"You're going through something I can't even imagine." He pulled her close again. "You get to freak out, it's allowed."
"Can I, um." She squirmed a little as their bodies rubbed together. "Can I request that help you offered earlier?"
"Oh, ho." He squinted one eye at her, the other huge. "Still uncomfortable, huh? How about this. You need to learn to touch yourself, get used to your new body. What if we do that together? You can see me doing it right along with you."
"Uh..."
"Here." He reached down and pulled her sweatpants down a little, lifting the uncomfortable erection out. "Just hold yourself."
Elly laid her ears back in distress but took gingerly hold of the seemingly foreign body part. "Now wh - what?"
"Look at me," he panted. She did, eyes widening as she saw his fist working over his own firm flesh. Hizashi kept an eye on her and smiled when he saw her own hand start to move after a minute or so. The problem was when she felt her pleasure rise, she knew what was happening. She looked down and her breath hitched in a sob, her hand freezing in place as if she had been holding a poisonous snake.
"No, no," he breathed, kissing her neck. "Watch me, don't think about your hand. Just mimic what I do."
She grimaced. "It feels like it's someone else's."
"But the pleasure is yours. Hold onto that, it's a first step." He whimpered, drawing the sound out unnecessarily to catch her attention. "Kiss me again, please. And hurry - I can barely hold back anymore!"
"Losing it so fast?"
"It's - yer watching, and I'm still in my hero outfit..." His eyes widened as she kissed him, the muffled cry that resulted an indication he had climaxed. He held a wad of tissues over himself at the last second so there was no mess.
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Hizashi found his new boyfriend sobbing on the couch, curled up into a tight ball.
"Shit! What's wrong, Ches?" He unfastened his neck speaker and placed it on the coffee table as he sat quickly beside her.
"It's this nasty thing!" She made as if to hit her crotch and he yelped and held her back.
"Not a good idea, love."
"I know!"
"Tell me. It's okay." He wrapped his arms around her.
"The first few days were okay, I guess, because I was still so shocked and I had you guys distracting me, b - but..." She whimpered and clawed at the arm of the couch, eyes filling with tears. "I hate this! It's uncomfortable, it gets hurt all the time from stupid shit like putting on clothes or taking them off and it's always fucking hard! Why? Why are dicks like this?! There's no reason for me to be aroused and it just pops the hell up!"
Hizashi smiled gently and kissed her hair. "Hey, sweetie. That's what we have to deal with. You know how you'd complain about your period and stuff? We don't get that, sure, but we do have our own issues."
"I don't like it." She frowned so hard her brow hurt and she grunted in disgust, rubbing a hand on her head. "I don't want to - to touch it. I've been peeing by sitting down like Sho taught me the first night, but what am I supposed to do when I'm alone and I - I hurt?"
"Text one of us. Either Sho or I should be able to help. There's two of us, so you know you won't be alone for long. And maybe, if you relax enough, we can teach you a few tips on handling it yourself."
She pulled a terrible face. "You don't get it, Zashi. I feel sick when I see myself. What if you were suddenly female? You'd miss this. I miss my personal stuff."
"I know. I'm sorry." He stroked her leg in a comforting manner. "But I love your new body. May I show you again?" The blond man slowly kissed her, caressing her back and murmuring how beautiful she was. "I'll tell you as many times as you need to hear it. You're gorgeous. And what a pretty tail," he added with a wicked chuckle.
"Hizashi, you know how that makes me feel -"
"Yeahhh." He squeezed the base, petting in the direction of the fur. "I know, babe. It's hot."
"How can you just..." She shook her head.
"Mmm?" He squinted questioningly at her.
"You're gay, right?"
"Last time I checked." A sly wink followed this statement.
"Well, I mean, how can you just flip from friend to lover with me like that? I liked you before. I mean, I was comfortable around you and thought you were attractive. So it's not a huge leap for me. But you? I grow a penis and you're suddenly interested?"
He looked away, blinking rapidly in his confusion. "Well, uh... wow. That's harsh."
"This is a legitimate concern for me. I'm really vulnerable and I'm scared, H - Hizashi! I don't want to be like this forever. If I can change back, I will, and then - and then I'll lose you. I can't fall in love with you, too. I'll get hurt worse."
"Aahh." He nodded. "That's it. Listen, sweetie - if you don't take chances, all you'll do is miss out on things. Maybe this will end with some of us hurt, or maybe things will be rockin' for a long time. I dunno."
"I'm scared of a lot of things right now," she admitted.
"I know. And it might seem like all I'm doing is taking advantage of ya, but sex is a really great distraction. And then, there's, y'know, all the cuddling and stuff."
Elly sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry, Hizashi. I feel this way and I can't change so quickly."
"You're going through something I can't even imagine." He pulled her close again. "You get to freak out, it's allowed."
"Can I, um." She squirmed a little as their bodies rubbed together. "Can I request that help you offered earlier?"
"Oh, ho." He squinted one eye at her, the other huge. "Still uncomfortable, huh? How about this. You need to learn to touch yourself, get used to your new body. What if we do that together? You can see me doing it right along with you."
"Uh..."
"Here." He reached down and pulled her sweatpants down a little, lifting the uncomfortable erection out. "Just hold yourself."
Elly laid her ears back in distress but took gingerly hold of the seemingly foreign body part. "Now wh - what?"
"Look at me," he panted. She did, eyes widening as she saw his fist working over his own firm flesh. Hizashi kept an eye on her and smiled when he saw her own hand start to move after a minute or so. The problem was when she felt her pleasure rise, she knew what was happening. She looked down and her breath hitched in a sob, her hand freezing in place as if she had been holding a poisonous snake.
"No, no," he breathed, kissing her neck. "Watch me, don't think about your hand. Just mimic what I do."
She grimaced. "It feels like it's someone else's."
"But the pleasure is yours. Hold onto that, it's a first step." He whimpered, drawing the sound out unnecessarily to catch her attention. "Kiss me again, please. And hurry - I can barely hold back anymore!"
"Losing it so fast?"
"It's - yer watching, and I'm still in my hero outfit..." His eyes widened as she kissed him, the muffled cry that resulted an indication he had climaxed. He held a wad of tissues over himself at the last second so there was no mess.
Missent Text
Shota/Els
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<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>yeah okay, I want him to wrap me up in that thread of his and kiss me until I lose my mind (wouldn't take long). Happy now? Geez</i>
Aizawa stared at his phone, all the blood in his body seeming to rush to his face. This was definitely a missent text, and quite obviously about him. He swallowed hard and slipped the phone into a side pocket, his mind racing. She didn't know she was sending it to him. It would be embarrassing, to say the least, so he needed to be careful around her. Maybe try his blandest expressions around her for awhile. Or just ignore it until she thought it didn't go through?
But she wanted him.
He now had proof.
Maybe there was another, better option he wasn't considering.
She knew the text had gone through and he had read it. The best option was probably the hardest, yet she decided she would go to Aizawa and apologize. She stepped up to 1-A's massive door and took a deep breath, pulling herself together before entering.
Elly let out a loud mew as the capture thread whisked out to immediately immobilize her. Aizawa walked out of the shadows, his eyes shining red as his hair swirled upright. "Say the word and I'll set you free," he said quietly. "Or tell me what you want."
She stared at him in shock, her throat working convulsively. "Wait, you - you don't mean..."
"I want to kiss you." He leaned over her, staring directly into her eyes. "Now what?"
Her breathing picked up and she started to shake. "You read the text; you know what I want."
He moved even closer, his eyes twitching as he strained to keep them open. "Give me a clear indication of consent, Cheshire."
She swore sulfurously. "Kiss me!"
He grinned and let his hair fall, blinking his eyes back to gray. "Until you lose your mind?"
"Damn it, Shota Aizawa -"
He gasped lightly at hearing her say his full name and cupped her face in his hands. "You asked for this," he said before their lips touched. He brushed lightly against hers, letting her feel the contrast. His were dry, a little chapped, maybe. She flicked her tongue out to wet them in both lust and concern and he stayed very still while she slowly lapped. When she was almost finished he parted his lips and pressed firmly on hers, letting her enter his mouth first. She sighed dreamily, her brow furrowing as she tasted coffee with just the hint of bitter energy drink.
He was delicious.
Aizawa sensed her mood and slipped his hands into her hair, caressing the soft strands as his tongue traced along her teeth. He pulled back slightly, then pressed even harder when she moaned in a desperate plea for him not to stop. The kiss waxed and waned as he moved gently, teasing her as he withheld his touch just a little now and then. She would move towards him, and he would tickle the corner of her mouth in the softest of nuzzles. His scruff rubbed on her smooth cheek, his hands in her hair, lips on her own.
He made sure to keep some distance away from her, however. A kiss was one thing. His massive erection, however, could be taken as proof he only wanted her body. That wouldn't do. He wanted to kiss her senseless, wanted her to feel his passion for her as what it was - the strongest romantic emotion he had felt in a long time.
"Shotaaaa," she groaned, purring loudly.
"Ahh, Ches." His first name only, and it caused shivers to run up his spine. "Again, please. I promise you I will give you more than you could imagine."
She panted shamelessly, her cheeks bright red and eyes glazed. "Shota!"
This time he nibbled and sucked and bit, barely pausing for air as he endlessly mouthed her lips. It didn't take long before he felt her shudder and her body grew limp in his hold. He grasped her in his arms, unwinding her so she could hold him back. They stood there for a few long moments until he realized he hadn't thought of something.
"Who was that text intended for?"
She grinned hugely, resembling her hero name as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "It was a - how do you like to say? Logical ruse." Her ears flicked with amusement.
"Ah, damn it."
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<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>yeah okay, I want him to wrap me up in that thread of his and kiss me until I lose my mind (wouldn't take long). Happy now? Geez</i>
Aizawa stared at his phone, all the blood in his body seeming to rush to his face. This was definitely a missent text, and quite obviously about him. He swallowed hard and slipped the phone into a side pocket, his mind racing. She didn't know she was sending it to him. It would be embarrassing, to say the least, so he needed to be careful around her. Maybe try his blandest expressions around her for awhile. Or just ignore it until she thought it didn't go through?
But she wanted him.
He now had proof.
Maybe there was another, better option he wasn't considering.
She knew the text had gone through and he had read it. The best option was probably the hardest, yet she decided she would go to Aizawa and apologize. She stepped up to 1-A's massive door and took a deep breath, pulling herself together before entering.
Elly let out a loud mew as the capture thread whisked out to immediately immobilize her. Aizawa walked out of the shadows, his eyes shining red as his hair swirled upright. "Say the word and I'll set you free," he said quietly. "Or tell me what you want."
She stared at him in shock, her throat working convulsively. "Wait, you - you don't mean..."
"I want to kiss you." He leaned over her, staring directly into her eyes. "Now what?"
Her breathing picked up and she started to shake. "You read the text; you know what I want."
He moved even closer, his eyes twitching as he strained to keep them open. "Give me a clear indication of consent, Cheshire."
She swore sulfurously. "Kiss me!"
He grinned and let his hair fall, blinking his eyes back to gray. "Until you lose your mind?"
"Damn it, Shota Aizawa -"
He gasped lightly at hearing her say his full name and cupped her face in his hands. "You asked for this," he said before their lips touched. He brushed lightly against hers, letting her feel the contrast. His were dry, a little chapped, maybe. She flicked her tongue out to wet them in both lust and concern and he stayed very still while she slowly lapped. When she was almost finished he parted his lips and pressed firmly on hers, letting her enter his mouth first. She sighed dreamily, her brow furrowing as she tasted coffee with just the hint of bitter energy drink.
He was delicious.
Aizawa sensed her mood and slipped his hands into her hair, caressing the soft strands as his tongue traced along her teeth. He pulled back slightly, then pressed even harder when she moaned in a desperate plea for him not to stop. The kiss waxed and waned as he moved gently, teasing her as he withheld his touch just a little now and then. She would move towards him, and he would tickle the corner of her mouth in the softest of nuzzles. His scruff rubbed on her smooth cheek, his hands in her hair, lips on her own.
He made sure to keep some distance away from her, however. A kiss was one thing. His massive erection, however, could be taken as proof he only wanted her body. That wouldn't do. He wanted to kiss her senseless, wanted her to feel his passion for her as what it was - the strongest romantic emotion he had felt in a long time.
"Shotaaaa," she groaned, purring loudly.
"Ahh, Ches." His first name only, and it caused shivers to run up his spine. "Again, please. I promise you I will give you more than you could imagine."
She panted shamelessly, her cheeks bright red and eyes glazed. "Shota!"
This time he nibbled and sucked and bit, barely pausing for air as he endlessly mouthed her lips. It didn't take long before he felt her shudder and her body grew limp in his hold. He grasped her in his arms, unwinding her so she could hold him back. They stood there for a few long moments until he realized he hadn't thought of something.
"Who was that text intended for?"
She grinned hugely, resembling her hero name as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "It was a - how do you like to say? Logical ruse." Her ears flicked with amusement.
"Ah, damn it."
Saturday, February 9, 2019
Wonderland - 13
Shota/Els
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Aizawa rifled through the paperwork on his desk. There had been enough signatures and general support for him to submit the hire request to Nezu, but he was worried. There was a small constituency that appeared to dislike Cheshire. Her files showed that she had been diagnosed with a mental illness at an early age, and some thought someone like that helping students was a bad idea. Not everyone would like her, of course. It was ridiculous to think that she was universally adored. He hoped it wouldn't disturb her if she found out.
He was placing everything in his satchel when Midnight poked her head around the corner.
"I was just leaving." He shrugged it over his shoulder and headed out the door.
"Were those the petitions?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry I didn't sign, but she just... I don't know. At first I was happy to see you with someone." She shrugged. "I tried to ask her to go places with me and she keeps refusing! Pisses me off." She pouted, crossing her arms.
"I always get out of social engagements."
"Yeah, but that's like... you. Plus she was just fine that first day! I just feel like she's got something to hide."
"Nemuri."
Midnight poked him in the chest. "Listen, she might be trouble. I heard she's not quite right. That "insanity" bit goes a lot deeper than just a name."
He stared at her blandly, but his heart sank as she spoke. "I have to go," was all he said. Aizawa met Elly outside the front door to the main building and they walked back to his apartment together.
"Midnight thinks you're avoiding her," he grunted as he threw his capture thread on the table.
"Oh? Nemuri?" Elly wrinkled her nose in distaste. "I'm not overly fond of her. I don't - I just don't really like women, and she's pushy." She folded her ears back and turned away from him.
"Yes." Aizawa grasped her arm and tugged. "Look at me, Ches. I've heard enough from you to know you've had a rough past. You don't need to talk about it right now, but I would like to learn more about you."
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Everyone hates me, don't they."
"What?"
"It's okay. It always happens." She rubbed her eyes roughly with her arm. "I don't know why."
"No one 'hates' you, Ches. They're just concerned because you're new."
"And crazy."
He sighed. "You are the Insanity Hero."
"I'm bipolar, damn it. Sure, it's in my files. Everyone knows. But I'm not a monster!" He felt the tension in her arm and rubbed gently. "I'm like you, Sho," she said. "I don't like parties or girls night outings and shit like that. People always think I'm stuck up or something when I refuse to go. Why can't they accept it like they do for you?"
"You're not a monster," he agreed. "You know why they act the way they do. You're different."
"Ugh." She flicked her tail in disgust. "Everybody is different. I wish people would see that. I thought they would here."
"Most of the staff do; they signed the papers. Enough to place the idea before the board."
"Will it be enough?"
"I don't know."
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Aizawa rifled through the paperwork on his desk. There had been enough signatures and general support for him to submit the hire request to Nezu, but he was worried. There was a small constituency that appeared to dislike Cheshire. Her files showed that she had been diagnosed with a mental illness at an early age, and some thought someone like that helping students was a bad idea. Not everyone would like her, of course. It was ridiculous to think that she was universally adored. He hoped it wouldn't disturb her if she found out.
He was placing everything in his satchel when Midnight poked her head around the corner.
"I was just leaving." He shrugged it over his shoulder and headed out the door.
"Were those the petitions?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry I didn't sign, but she just... I don't know. At first I was happy to see you with someone." She shrugged. "I tried to ask her to go places with me and she keeps refusing! Pisses me off." She pouted, crossing her arms.
"I always get out of social engagements."
"Yeah, but that's like... you. Plus she was just fine that first day! I just feel like she's got something to hide."
"Nemuri."
Midnight poked him in the chest. "Listen, she might be trouble. I heard she's not quite right. That "insanity" bit goes a lot deeper than just a name."
He stared at her blandly, but his heart sank as she spoke. "I have to go," was all he said. Aizawa met Elly outside the front door to the main building and they walked back to his apartment together.
"Midnight thinks you're avoiding her," he grunted as he threw his capture thread on the table.
"Oh? Nemuri?" Elly wrinkled her nose in distaste. "I'm not overly fond of her. I don't - I just don't really like women, and she's pushy." She folded her ears back and turned away from him.
"Yes." Aizawa grasped her arm and tugged. "Look at me, Ches. I've heard enough from you to know you've had a rough past. You don't need to talk about it right now, but I would like to learn more about you."
Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Everyone hates me, don't they."
"What?"
"It's okay. It always happens." She rubbed her eyes roughly with her arm. "I don't know why."
"No one 'hates' you, Ches. They're just concerned because you're new."
"And crazy."
He sighed. "You are the Insanity Hero."
"I'm bipolar, damn it. Sure, it's in my files. Everyone knows. But I'm not a monster!" He felt the tension in her arm and rubbed gently. "I'm like you, Sho," she said. "I don't like parties or girls night outings and shit like that. People always think I'm stuck up or something when I refuse to go. Why can't they accept it like they do for you?"
"You're not a monster," he agreed. "You know why they act the way they do. You're different."
"Ugh." She flicked her tail in disgust. "Everybody is different. I wish people would see that. I thought they would here."
"Most of the staff do; they signed the papers. Enough to place the idea before the board."
"Will it be enough?"
"I don't know."
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Mr. Mic
Mic/Els
_
Elly walked down the hall, looking nervously around. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit they issued all girls on campus. Soaking wet, she sneezed and then jumped as she heard a familiar voice. Present Mic stood in the doorway nearest her, eyebrows raised.
"Hey, hey," he called out softly. "Where you tryin' to go, baby? You're barely covered."
"I can't get into my locker, Mr. Mic, and the girls used all the towels!" She shivered and rubbed her dripping arms.
"Poor thing." He stared down at her under his tinted glasses. "I bet I could dry you off. Warm you up, too."
"Do you have an extra uniform for me?"
"Got something better." He leaned over at the waist, spiralling eyes alternately wide and squinted. "How about I lick you dry, sweetie? All over. My nice, hot mouth'll warm you up quick."
Elly actually blushed. Mic was impressed; they had been lovers for a long time now and that shouldn't have caused her to become shy. How she managed to do it on command both amazed and aroused him. Right now she played the part of the shocked schoolgirl perfectly, crossing her arms and backing a couple of steps away.
"You can't be s - serious."
"I'm deadly serious," he murmured, his voice deepening. "How about you let Present Mic kiss you all over?"
"Oh my god." She gasped. Her back pressed onto the wall. Without realizing it, she had walked into a corner. Mic approached her with a confident swagger, running his fingers through his holden plume of hair.
"You don't look scared, you know." He grinned rather maniacally at her.
"I don't?"
"Nah. You look like you're about to come in your bathing suit. You keep fidgeting here." He walked in close, looming over her, and reached down to touch the junction between her thighs. "What's wrong? Suit too tight all of a sudden?"
"Mmnnn!"
"Oh, she does like it." He rubbed and she bit her lip, curling her toes on the bare floor. "How about I take this bad boy off..." He unhooked his neck speaker and slipped it free to set it beside them. "...there. Now we can take this off, too." He pulled her to him, slipping the straps off her shoulders and sucking on the cool, wet skin. His fingers slowly peeled the suit off, licking and catching the droplets of water as they ran. Right before he uncovered her breasts he paused, however.
"M - Mic?"
"I think I want to hear you say it." He whispered in one of her furry purple ears, brushing her damp hair back. "Tell me you want me to suck on your cute little nipples."
She choked, definitely embarrassed this time and not entirely acting. "Uh... I ..."
He licked a thin trail with just the tip of his tongue from her neck around to her mouth. "Yeahhhhh?"
"I want you to - I want your mouth on me."
"Where, sweetie?" He brushed against her, tickling her with his mustache. "Where do you want your teacher's mouth?"
Her breathing grew hoarse and she closed her eyes tight, hands balling into fists on his back. "Wanna feel your mouth on my nipples," she squeaked, her voice barely audible.
Hizashi's heart was pounding so violently in his chest that he coughed once, lightly. "You are fucking amazing. Amazing." He slipped his tongue between her lips, moving gently and deepening only when she relaxed and moved with him. "Good girls like you definitely deserve a treat." He exposed her chest, breaking the kiss to hungrily catch a trembling nub of flesh in his mouth.
"Ah!" She grabbed the back of his head, fingers sinking into his wealth of hair. "Your mouth is so hot!"
"Feel good, baby? Maybe if I just tickle this one a little while I lick." His fingers teased the left while he wrapped his lips around the right and suckled softly.
His hands on her felt far too good. He still wore his fingerless gloves, and when he left off pinching to cup one breast in his hand she felt not only his fingers but the soft leather. Elly loved his hero outfit; it turned her on whenever he wore his old one to fool around in. Hizashi was really very good at being naughty as well. She was still shocked by his ability to talk so dirty and act like he was in complete control. Her boyfriend was driving her crazy, and she was loving every second.
"Ooohhh, Mr. Mic, you feel so good."
"You ain't seen nothin'," he chuckled darkly. "Down more, you're still wet here. Oh, my," he breathed reverently as the suit finally fell free. "You're really, really wet, aren't you."
"Please, I want - I don't know..."
"Shh, it's okay." He urged her down to the floor, taking up a nearby pillow he had placed earlier and resting it under her head. "I know what you need. Let the adult handle it."
"Mic!"
He grinned, pleased that she was so turned on she was nearly breaking character. "I told you I was gonna lick you dry. Now hush. I see a very wet spot right here." Elly whined, knowing his kink and starting to realize he had set this up so he could glory in it. Hizashi tugged on his long leather collar and ducked between her legs.
"Wait, you're not going to lick there, are you?!"
"Baby, I told you - everywhere. Now hush and let your teacher eat you out."
"Mnn!" Words escaped her. Everything flew out of her mind and all she knew was the feeling of his lips and tongue. Hizashi was so good at this, so eager to do it every chance he got. The added bonus of their sexy little play-acting was as much for her benefit as it was his. He was surely turned on and hard as hell, but he was more excited to give her the deepest, sexiest kisses he could.
"You close? Sound close." He rolled his finger around, keeping her on the edge while he talked. "Now, we're gonna have some real fun." He dipped back down again, and she cried out as he hit her throbbing desire with his quirk. He wasn't gentle this time either, ditching the usual soft hum for a rougher, buzzing vibration that caused her to orgasm hard and fast. She wasn't quite sure what happened for a few minutes after that, but was shocked to find that when she came to he was kissing her on the lips, clean and fresh scented.
"Brushed my teeth." He chuckled wickedly, and she realized something else, too.
"Oh my god, Mic, no!"
He gave her the look, his spiralled pupils staring at her in a twisted squint. "Yellow or red, Els."
"Oh no, holy shit. You know - you're still dressed..."
He grinned when she didn't use either safe word. And he had planned this as well, knowing what half-dressed sex did to her. He had only unzipped his pants and pulled the partially down, along with his underwear. "Hold on, 'cause I'm gonna give it to you so hard yer gonna come twice."
Elly dug her nails into his leather jacket, mewling frantically. "Zashi, so sexy, ahh!"
He grunted as he thrust, biting her neck a little to drive her attention to him and not the over stimulation he was causing below. She turned to him and they kissed repeatedly as he started to move. He had gotten a little too worked up, he concluded sadly, because this was not going to last as long as he would have liked. But it would be enough. He licked her throat, humming softly again.
"Hey, princess, tell me how good I am. Tell your Zashi."
"Hi - Hizashiiii... "
"That's me," he huffed cheerfully, pumping faster.
"So much," she whimpered. "Oh no, oh no, again..! Zashi!"
"Yeahhhh," he whispered, his eyes glazing over as he shuddered powerfully inside and out. "That's right, baby. Good god, I love you."
_
Elly walked down the hall, looking nervously around. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit they issued all girls on campus. Soaking wet, she sneezed and then jumped as she heard a familiar voice. Present Mic stood in the doorway nearest her, eyebrows raised.
"Hey, hey," he called out softly. "Where you tryin' to go, baby? You're barely covered."
"I can't get into my locker, Mr. Mic, and the girls used all the towels!" She shivered and rubbed her dripping arms.
"Poor thing." He stared down at her under his tinted glasses. "I bet I could dry you off. Warm you up, too."
"Do you have an extra uniform for me?"
"Got something better." He leaned over at the waist, spiralling eyes alternately wide and squinted. "How about I lick you dry, sweetie? All over. My nice, hot mouth'll warm you up quick."
Elly actually blushed. Mic was impressed; they had been lovers for a long time now and that shouldn't have caused her to become shy. How she managed to do it on command both amazed and aroused him. Right now she played the part of the shocked schoolgirl perfectly, crossing her arms and backing a couple of steps away.
"You can't be s - serious."
"I'm deadly serious," he murmured, his voice deepening. "How about you let Present Mic kiss you all over?"
"Oh my god." She gasped. Her back pressed onto the wall. Without realizing it, she had walked into a corner. Mic approached her with a confident swagger, running his fingers through his holden plume of hair.
"You don't look scared, you know." He grinned rather maniacally at her.
"I don't?"
"Nah. You look like you're about to come in your bathing suit. You keep fidgeting here." He walked in close, looming over her, and reached down to touch the junction between her thighs. "What's wrong? Suit too tight all of a sudden?"
"Mmnnn!"
"Oh, she does like it." He rubbed and she bit her lip, curling her toes on the bare floor. "How about I take this bad boy off..." He unhooked his neck speaker and slipped it free to set it beside them. "...there. Now we can take this off, too." He pulled her to him, slipping the straps off her shoulders and sucking on the cool, wet skin. His fingers slowly peeled the suit off, licking and catching the droplets of water as they ran. Right before he uncovered her breasts he paused, however.
"M - Mic?"
"I think I want to hear you say it." He whispered in one of her furry purple ears, brushing her damp hair back. "Tell me you want me to suck on your cute little nipples."
She choked, definitely embarrassed this time and not entirely acting. "Uh... I ..."
He licked a thin trail with just the tip of his tongue from her neck around to her mouth. "Yeahhhhh?"
"I want you to - I want your mouth on me."
"Where, sweetie?" He brushed against her, tickling her with his mustache. "Where do you want your teacher's mouth?"
Her breathing grew hoarse and she closed her eyes tight, hands balling into fists on his back. "Wanna feel your mouth on my nipples," she squeaked, her voice barely audible.
Hizashi's heart was pounding so violently in his chest that he coughed once, lightly. "You are fucking amazing. Amazing." He slipped his tongue between her lips, moving gently and deepening only when she relaxed and moved with him. "Good girls like you definitely deserve a treat." He exposed her chest, breaking the kiss to hungrily catch a trembling nub of flesh in his mouth.
"Ah!" She grabbed the back of his head, fingers sinking into his wealth of hair. "Your mouth is so hot!"
"Feel good, baby? Maybe if I just tickle this one a little while I lick." His fingers teased the left while he wrapped his lips around the right and suckled softly.
His hands on her felt far too good. He still wore his fingerless gloves, and when he left off pinching to cup one breast in his hand she felt not only his fingers but the soft leather. Elly loved his hero outfit; it turned her on whenever he wore his old one to fool around in. Hizashi was really very good at being naughty as well. She was still shocked by his ability to talk so dirty and act like he was in complete control. Her boyfriend was driving her crazy, and she was loving every second.
"Ooohhh, Mr. Mic, you feel so good."
"You ain't seen nothin'," he chuckled darkly. "Down more, you're still wet here. Oh, my," he breathed reverently as the suit finally fell free. "You're really, really wet, aren't you."
"Please, I want - I don't know..."
"Shh, it's okay." He urged her down to the floor, taking up a nearby pillow he had placed earlier and resting it under her head. "I know what you need. Let the adult handle it."
"Mic!"
He grinned, pleased that she was so turned on she was nearly breaking character. "I told you I was gonna lick you dry. Now hush. I see a very wet spot right here." Elly whined, knowing his kink and starting to realize he had set this up so he could glory in it. Hizashi tugged on his long leather collar and ducked between her legs.
"Wait, you're not going to lick there, are you?!"
"Baby, I told you - everywhere. Now hush and let your teacher eat you out."
"Mnn!" Words escaped her. Everything flew out of her mind and all she knew was the feeling of his lips and tongue. Hizashi was so good at this, so eager to do it every chance he got. The added bonus of their sexy little play-acting was as much for her benefit as it was his. He was surely turned on and hard as hell, but he was more excited to give her the deepest, sexiest kisses he could.
"You close? Sound close." He rolled his finger around, keeping her on the edge while he talked. "Now, we're gonna have some real fun." He dipped back down again, and she cried out as he hit her throbbing desire with his quirk. He wasn't gentle this time either, ditching the usual soft hum for a rougher, buzzing vibration that caused her to orgasm hard and fast. She wasn't quite sure what happened for a few minutes after that, but was shocked to find that when she came to he was kissing her on the lips, clean and fresh scented.
"Brushed my teeth." He chuckled wickedly, and she realized something else, too.
"Oh my god, Mic, no!"
He gave her the look, his spiralled pupils staring at her in a twisted squint. "Yellow or red, Els."
"Oh no, holy shit. You know - you're still dressed..."
He grinned when she didn't use either safe word. And he had planned this as well, knowing what half-dressed sex did to her. He had only unzipped his pants and pulled the partially down, along with his underwear. "Hold on, 'cause I'm gonna give it to you so hard yer gonna come twice."
Elly dug her nails into his leather jacket, mewling frantically. "Zashi, so sexy, ahh!"
He grunted as he thrust, biting her neck a little to drive her attention to him and not the over stimulation he was causing below. She turned to him and they kissed repeatedly as he started to move. He had gotten a little too worked up, he concluded sadly, because this was not going to last as long as he would have liked. But it would be enough. He licked her throat, humming softly again.
"Hey, princess, tell me how good I am. Tell your Zashi."
"Hi - Hizashiiii... "
"That's me," he huffed cheerfully, pumping faster.
"So much," she whimpered. "Oh no, oh no, again..! Zashi!"
"Yeahhhh," he whispered, his eyes glazing over as he shuddered powerfully inside and out. "That's right, baby. Good god, I love you."
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Massage (Shota)
Shota/Els
_
"Mhhhh, Ches. Lower." Aizawa lay on his stomach on the unmade bed with his arms curled around a body pillow. He was completely nude with his hair loosely tied up in a messy bun.
"You keep telling me to go lower," Elly chuckled wickedly. Her hands were slick with massage oil that she was slowly transferring to his skin. "I go any lower I'm going to be rubbing your butt."
"And?" He turned his head to stare flatly at her as if she was ridiculous for objecting.
"Ohhh, so you want me to. Geez, Sho, say something next time." She squeezed his rear, massaging the oil into the skin.
Aizawa let out an amazing sound. "<i>Yes</i>... mmn, you want me to tell you what I really want?" He grinned at her. "Make me do things."
"Say again?"
"I feel like playing, Ches." He rolled over and took her hand. "Pretend you're a villian that caught me." He slid her lightly greased hand down his stomach.
"You're not kidding," she gasped when she felt his massive erection.
"No. I want the naughty cat villain to order me around."
"Ugh, too sexy." She kissed him on the forehead. "I'm in. Safe words in play."
"Yellow and red," he yawned, stretching.
"Uh huh."
He grunted and mashed his face back into the pillow. "Oh, I can think of a much better way to nullify your quirk," she husked.
"What?" His head snapped up but she caught him by the hair, pressing her mouth to his in a passionate kiss. "Mfft!"
He pretended not to notice when she reached over and pulled a strip of cloth out from the nightstand. Elly broke the kiss and just as quickly tied the blindfold across his eyes. It was padded in the front and she had become adept at fastening it without catching his hair. He was soon panting into the stillness of the room, unable to see. This excited him as it always did, and he twisted about on the bed, holding his wrists up questioningly.
"Hmm. Not tonight, hero. I think you're going to need your mobility."
"Ah!" She grabbed his waist and forced him down. "I'll do anything. Please."
"I know you will." She smiled, dragging the body pillow closer. "Here. Hold this..."
He grabbed it. "The pillow? But -"
"I want you to rub yourself on that."
"You want me to..."
"Your cock is huge, Eraserhead. It needs to be taken care of. Fuck the pillow for me."
"In front of you?"
"<i>Now</i>!"
He choked and pulled at the long cushion until it was fully underneath his body. Then he tentatively thrust against it. "Hnn."
"Oh, and tell me when you're close. I want to see you come." She sat beside him, tail twitching in arousal as he started to get into it. His breathing sped up, and she watched the trickles of sweat roll down his back as he rubbed himself on the silky cover. The moon shone through the blinds on the window, creating stripes of light that fell across the his body and the bed. And still he moved, moaning faintly now as he humped the soft fabric.
"You're doing good, Eraser," she purred lowly. One hand stole out to run along the curve of his back. Aizawa gasped and threw his head up, strands of loose hair and droplets of sweat flying. "You put on such a pretty show. Remember to tell me when you're close to coming."
"Yes... remember." He swallowed audibly, his voice hoarse. "Please touch me again."
"Anywhere?" She fondly ran a hand over his hair, spilling some more free from the bun.
"Ah, ah ... shit," he grated through clenched teeth.
"Having trouble, hero?"
"Please, if you kiss me I might be able to."
"Can't come? Oh dear." She lay next to him, cupping a hand to the back of his neck. "Once more," she whispered. "Beg."
"Please! I want to feel your tongue in my mouth - for fuck's sake, kiss me! Kiss me and I'll give you what you want!"
Elly lifted his chin, guiding him. He eagerly deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue against hers as he kept moving below. She growled, cat like, and caught his tongue playfully between her lips. That was all he needed. Aizawa's body stiffened, then jerked forward several times in blissful release as he cried out.
"Good boy." She carefully untied his blindfold while he lay, tired and sweaty, on the stained and rumpled pillow. He snorted, already half asleep. She rolled him over and removed the case, folded part of it up and used the clean bit to gently wipe his belly free of sticky semen.
"Mmgh," he murmured. "You wear me out, lady."
"I know, sweetie. Have a nap. We can talk about you wearing <i>me</i> out later."
"Good. You nap, too." He reached out and pulled her on top of him.
"Yikes! Sho!" The sodden fabric fell to the floor but she laughed, relaxing against his warm body.
"You're gonna need rest. I plan on screwing you into next Tuesday." He cuddled her close and started to snore.
_
"Mhhhh, Ches. Lower." Aizawa lay on his stomach on the unmade bed with his arms curled around a body pillow. He was completely nude with his hair loosely tied up in a messy bun.
"You keep telling me to go lower," Elly chuckled wickedly. Her hands were slick with massage oil that she was slowly transferring to his skin. "I go any lower I'm going to be rubbing your butt."
"And?" He turned his head to stare flatly at her as if she was ridiculous for objecting.
"Ohhh, so you want me to. Geez, Sho, say something next time." She squeezed his rear, massaging the oil into the skin.
Aizawa let out an amazing sound. "<i>Yes</i>... mmn, you want me to tell you what I really want?" He grinned at her. "Make me do things."
"Say again?"
"I feel like playing, Ches." He rolled over and took her hand. "Pretend you're a villian that caught me." He slid her lightly greased hand down his stomach.
"You're not kidding," she gasped when she felt his massive erection.
"No. I want the naughty cat villain to order me around."
"Ugh, too sexy." She kissed him on the forehead. "I'm in. Safe words in play."
"Yellow and red," he yawned, stretching.
"Uh huh."
He grunted and mashed his face back into the pillow. "Oh, I can think of a much better way to nullify your quirk," she husked.
"What?" His head snapped up but she caught him by the hair, pressing her mouth to his in a passionate kiss. "Mfft!"
He pretended not to notice when she reached over and pulled a strip of cloth out from the nightstand. Elly broke the kiss and just as quickly tied the blindfold across his eyes. It was padded in the front and she had become adept at fastening it without catching his hair. He was soon panting into the stillness of the room, unable to see. This excited him as it always did, and he twisted about on the bed, holding his wrists up questioningly.
"Hmm. Not tonight, hero. I think you're going to need your mobility."
"Ah!" She grabbed his waist and forced him down. "I'll do anything. Please."
"I know you will." She smiled, dragging the body pillow closer. "Here. Hold this..."
He grabbed it. "The pillow? But -"
"I want you to rub yourself on that."
"You want me to..."
"Your cock is huge, Eraserhead. It needs to be taken care of. Fuck the pillow for me."
"In front of you?"
"<i>Now</i>!"
He choked and pulled at the long cushion until it was fully underneath his body. Then he tentatively thrust against it. "Hnn."
"Oh, and tell me when you're close. I want to see you come." She sat beside him, tail twitching in arousal as he started to get into it. His breathing sped up, and she watched the trickles of sweat roll down his back as he rubbed himself on the silky cover. The moon shone through the blinds on the window, creating stripes of light that fell across the his body and the bed. And still he moved, moaning faintly now as he humped the soft fabric.
"You're doing good, Eraser," she purred lowly. One hand stole out to run along the curve of his back. Aizawa gasped and threw his head up, strands of loose hair and droplets of sweat flying. "You put on such a pretty show. Remember to tell me when you're close to coming."
"Yes... remember." He swallowed audibly, his voice hoarse. "Please touch me again."
"Anywhere?" She fondly ran a hand over his hair, spilling some more free from the bun.
"Ah, ah ... shit," he grated through clenched teeth.
"Having trouble, hero?"
"Please, if you kiss me I might be able to."
"Can't come? Oh dear." She lay next to him, cupping a hand to the back of his neck. "Once more," she whispered. "Beg."
"Please! I want to feel your tongue in my mouth - for fuck's sake, kiss me! Kiss me and I'll give you what you want!"
Elly lifted his chin, guiding him. He eagerly deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue against hers as he kept moving below. She growled, cat like, and caught his tongue playfully between her lips. That was all he needed. Aizawa's body stiffened, then jerked forward several times in blissful release as he cried out.
"Good boy." She carefully untied his blindfold while he lay, tired and sweaty, on the stained and rumpled pillow. He snorted, already half asleep. She rolled him over and removed the case, folded part of it up and used the clean bit to gently wipe his belly free of sticky semen.
"Mmgh," he murmured. "You wear me out, lady."
"I know, sweetie. Have a nap. We can talk about you wearing <i>me</i> out later."
"Good. You nap, too." He reached out and pulled her on top of him.
"Yikes! Sho!" The sodden fabric fell to the floor but she laughed, relaxing against his warm body.
"You're gonna need rest. I plan on screwing you into next Tuesday." He cuddled her close and started to snore.
Saturday, December 1, 2018
King of my Heart - 5
"King of my Heart - 5"
orig. 12/1/2018
BNHA Elly (Cheshire) x Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)
Inspired by "King of my Heart" by Taylor Swift
Inspired by "King of my Heart" by Taylor Swift
Non-Canon based off manga/anime
PG
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Her job that day was to help Hizashi - Present Mic, she reminded herself, call him by his hero name in school -- with his classes. It made sense; she was from America and the students wanted to hear what it was like there now. Yagi had worked there in his youth but that had been years ago. He was quite interested in having a talk with her, she had heard, but for now she focused on the morning class. The first was Aizawa's homeroom, and she had some feelings about that. They filed in and immediately began talking. Elly noticed that Toru Hagakure, the invisible girl, seemed to be on her best behavior. This was perhaps because she had begun mentoring her a little, on the side. The rest were, as Mic pointed out, "rowdier than usual". Mic tried several different kinds of reprimands before he slapped a hand across his face.
"Dang it," he muttered under his breath. Quick as it was, she saw the emotion and smiled. He shook the mood off immediately, however, spun around and jabbed finger guns at the sky, trying an even louder approach. "Yo, yo! Everybody pay attention! C'mon!"
"They're just excited, Mic." She noticed the one with the ear jacks was staring at her speculatively and she inwardly cringed. She had heard what had happened during the flag capture. And if she had heard that, she might have heard what Aizawa had said as he had kissed her. She calmly met her gaze, however, and the girl dropped her eyes before she did. "I thought you guys might have some questions about life in America."
Amazingly, she didn't even raise her voice but it worked. They stopped and turned to face them, some with apologetic faces. She placed a hand on the book on the desk, smiling.
"Good, okay! Today we're go - ah..." Mic reached for the course book at that moment, and their fingers brushed lightly together. The kids watched in disbelief as his voice trailed off into silence. "Ha." He waved his hand erratically in the air, trying to pull himself together. "Questions, right!" He coughed and spun about. "You go ahead, Ches."
A single glove raised for a question. It was her young friend, waving her arm madly about in an effort to be noticed. "Oh! What do you do on dates?"
Elly's ears flicked in amusement. "Anything we want, really. It's not much different from here, you know. I mean, there are some things you can do in both places you can't in the other, but the first date is usually some food, maybe a movie." She looked askance at the blond man, a twinkle in her eye.
Mic choked a little.
The class noticed.
Several more hands flew up in the air.
"I heard they call each other by first name a lot!"
"We normally do, yeah." She nodded at the green-haired boy. "Midoriya?" He nodded. "If we were classmates I wouldn't be calling you that. It'd be your first name, or, if we were friends, a nickname."
"Deku," someone snorted gutturally from the back.
"Did you give each other nicknames yet?" One of the girls was blushing and kept staring back and forth at both teachers.
Mic tilted his head towards her. "What's that?"
"Um, Mr. Aizawa said that you two went out on a date," she explained nervously. "I just wondered..."
Elly didn't even try to control her laughter as Mic collapsed into the chair by her side. "He whaaaat?!" He hit his temple with the heel of his hand. "Betrayed by my best friend and Uraraka," he whined, sinking lower, his face beet red.
"Mic," Elly tapped his arm, "It's not like this is a bad thing."
"They're all in it together!"
"I'm sorry!" The poor girl was blushing even harder, but most of the class was intrigued. This was a welcome addition to the class he normally taught. "I - I didn't mean..."
"You're fine, it's a good question," Elly said in a soothing tone. "I had to ask him the other day myself. We used our first names."
Mic had pulled himself up by now. "All right, all right." He placed both hands on the desk and stared out at the small crowd of faces defiantly. "We're dating. Oh, wait, and I called you 'baby', didn't I?" He added in a startled voice as it struck him. "Was that bad?"
Elly's palm hit her face this time as the class exploded into the sounds of laughter, hooting, whistles, and jaws hitting desks. "Mic," she sighed with a faint smile.
"Okay, okay! Everybody settle down." He flailed about while she ducked any hands that passed low enough her way.
"You've got to learn not to say everything that pops into your head," she told him fondly.
"You didn't answer," he pointed out in a whisper that could clearly still be heard in the room.
"It was fine, Mic. You're fine. Everyone's fine," she laughed. "We're all still learning about each other. Right?" The bell sounded, and the class filed out, talking animatedly amongst themselves. Elly noticed that the kid with the purple balls for hair was now the one giving her the eye. She slowly laid her ears back at the creepy intensity in his gaze, making it a point to learn more of their names for the future.
The rest of the classes went about as well as the first. By the time 1-A had filed out, they had gossipped enough that every single student knew about them and they used it to torture Mic extensively throughout the day, asking about dating, marriage, and everything in between. He was a limp wreck when the day was finished.
"Poor thing," Elly sympathized with the hint of a smile. She patted him on one of his studded shoulders.
"I'm gonna choke him with his own scarves," he pouted, crossing his arms.
"Eraser? Really?" She raised her eyebrows. "You know he was just trying to diffuse the incident from the other day. That one girl, uh, Jirou, I mean she heard everything." She winced; she didn't want to get into this again. Sometimes things needed to be kept secret for a reason.
"Oh." Mic blinked a few times as he thought this over. "Still! The bastard likes to tease me." He laughed, slapping his knee as he thought of the stoic Aizawa gossiping like an old woman. "Yeah, he wouldn't do anything without a 'logical purpose' to it." He got up and stretched, pulling his hands up over his head. "You wanna do anything later? I've got pro work in a few and, uh," He pulled at the leather on his outfit. "This doesn't really hold up to doing anything nice. I'm either sweating or freezing. I wanna shower and change before we go someplace."
"Well, if you're not busy after, I thought maybe we could visit the beach nearby."
"Great!" He held the door open for her and they walked out towards the lounge to pick up their things. "I've got a few hours of free time after I finish my patrols. I'll call ya when I'm ready!"
Hizashi picked her up again but this time they got on a bus to ride to their destination. As they stepped off and the bus zoomed away in a puff of exhaust, Elly shivered. The light breeze from the ocean wasn't something she had considered and she wore only one long sleeved shirt under a short one. He noticed and immediately opened his jacket, pulling her beside his warmth and covering her with one half. She sighed gratefully.
"I hadn't realized it would be so cool."
"Yeah, the wind from the water makes it cold here sometimes." He led her to the little gazebo that was set up overlooking the playful wavelets. "Here. They built this mostly for the couples who come here." He grinned. "So we could cuddle and stuff."
"And 'stuff'?" She asked archly.
"Hm?" He placed a hand under her chin and raised her face to his. "Oh, yeah. Stuff." He demonstrated by stealing several small, carefully chaste kisses on her lips and cheeks. They still seemed to sizzle on her skin, and the little points on his mustache tickled.
Elly shivered again, not from the cold this time. "Hizashi," she purred.
"That's my name," he said cheerfully, touching his nose to hers. He noticed for the first time that underneath her very human-looking nose was a speckling of lavender, and the different split that defined a cat's nostrils. It wasn't apparent when you first saw her, but he now knew she was sensitive to scents. He filed this away for future reference as he stared into her eyes. "Warm enough now?"
"Yes. You're way better than a jacket," she giggled.
"Ha! I want that to be my crowning achievement in life," he gushed. "He was 'better than a jacket'! That said, I'm kind of hot right now even with my civvies on." He shook his head mournfully. "Not all the time, though. You make me sweat, baby."
"I think that's cute," she said somewhat dubiously, and he laughed. They sat for a time staring out at the water gently lapping the sand in front of them over and over again. It was such a long while that it became a comfortable silence, one where she forgot herself and grew sleepy.
It became difficult to hold himself back. His arm was around her and she was snuggled into his side again, but closer than when they had been to the movies. Not only that, but she was purring softly, and the best part was when she would rub her cheek lightly against his chest now and then. He'd been to Shota's apartment before, and he had once asked why the cats rubbed their faces on things. His friend had told them they marked things they liked that way. He wasn't sure if she was doing that to him, really, but he liked to think that she was. He would have stayed that way for much longer, but the sun was setting and it was so gorgeous he gently stroked some of her hair away from her face. "Hey, baby. Look."
"Mm." She raised her head and her eyes grew wide. "Ohhh, that's beautiful!"
Hizashi licked his lips. He knew people thought his quirk was just screaming things deafeningly, but he could pitch his voice in various tones, some that were safe to use in public. Some of those voices were the ones animals liked - and he had one he knew cats favored. He used this low vibration deliberately, aiming it at one of those purple-furred ears of hers. "That's not as beautiful as you are."
Elly stiffened in his arms, and just as suddenly seemed to melt into a warm purring bundle. "Zashi?" she gasped. Her tail quivered on the decking behind them, whisking bits of sand away.
He somehow held his excitement in at hearing her shorten his name. "Hey," he added in a more normal voice, deliberately breaking the spell she seemed under.
Elly shook herself. "Mya?"
"Tomorrow's friday - you wanna cohost my show?"
Her ears shot up. "You serious?!"
"Heck, yeah! It's a lot of music, but there's some talking so I figure we would have some fun -" He cut off, a huge, dorky grin spreading across his features as she hugged him enthusiastically.
"That's be awesome! I've missed that a little, and, well, yeah!"
"Awesome," he echoed happily.
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