Hizashi/Els
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"Zashhhi..." Elly rolled over on the bed. "Where'd you go?"
"M'comin'." The sound of slippered feet shuffled across the floor, and he fell beside her once more. "Had to pee."
"Ughh. I'm cold." She flicked her tail towards his location, too tired to do much else. Her purple hair was frizzed out in all directions with her face stuffed into her pillow as she groaned.
"I'm hot." He sniffed, then dragged himself over to her. "Hey."
"Mwha?" She sighed in relief as he threw a sweaty arm over her back. "You really are warm."
"Uh huh." He crawled closer, getting tangled in the sheets and swearing a little. Elly also rolled closer until they were snuggled tight. "Maybe we should get up for a little while."
"Couch? Snacks, tea and a crappy monster movie?"
"Mmm. Perfect. How do you know what's perfect alla' time." He sneezed softly.
"Aw, sweetie. You're burning up." She lightly stroked his forehead, momentarily forgetting her own aches as she felt his massively radiating heat. "Bathroom first. Gonna check your temperature."
Hizashi didn't argue; he knew better. He let her gently usher him into the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid while she dug around in the cabinet for the thermometer.
"Open."
"Mleh." The end was popped into his mouth. Elly leaned on the sink, yawning.
"If I wasn't so tired from trying to beat this damn thing, it wouldn't be so bad anymore. My nose is still stuffy, but that's kind of it." She turned and washed her face with cold water until the beep indicated he was ready.
"Ah, crap."
"Bad?" She looked over at his flushed face, concerned.
"Yeahhhh, well s'not too great. Nothing to worry about, though. Just a few over normal."
"100 degrees? Still a fever. You're taking some medicine to lower that, buddy."
"Awwww." He slumped in his worn shirt and sweatpants, hanging his head. The messy ponytail he had managed earlier had come partially undone and two hanks of blond hair tickled his cheeks. He tucked them behind his ears with a grimace. "Not that orange shit, babe..."
"Yes, the orange shit." She pulled a bottle out of the cabinet after putting the thermometer back. Unfortunately she choked a little on some sinus blockage, which started a coughing attack at that moment.
"Crap!" He jumped up and supported her while she wheezed for breath. "You take some, too."
"Nah." Elly gasped, sighing as the tickle in her chest died down.
"No fair," Hizashi whined, burrowing his hot face in her back. "I want you better. I hate seeing you sick."
"No, sweetie - I just meant I get the green. Yours is orange."
"Oh."
She held out the cup filled with appropriately colored syrup. He grimaced, but she tweaked his mustache with one hand and smiled. "I'll make one of those horrible cake-in-a-mug things for you if you're a good boy and take it."
His eyes lit up. "What? I thought you hated those things. Did you buy more?!"
"You love them, so..." She shrugged. "I bought some for special occasions."
He eagerly downed the little orange shot. "Yuck. Uh. Do you have ..."
"Your fave? Duh, strawberry."
"Yee!"
She sighed, smiling, and took her dosage as well. "Hope this works. It would be nice to have two nostrils working again."
"I'm'a get stuff from the bedroom for the couch. You got any requests for the movie?"
"Nah, it's your turn to pick anyway."
She really did think the mug cake was ridiculous, but it made him so happy. She set it in the microwave while he dumped pillows and blankets on the couch and picked a movie for them to watch. She also made tea with honey and set it all on a tray to bring to the living room.
"I almost forgot," he grinned at her when she approached, sneezing off to the side to avoid spraying the tray.
"Mmm?"
"I broughtcha' surprise." He dug around under the fuzzy blankets and brought out a ridiculously adorable cockatiel plush, complete with his signature glasses and Hage headphones. Elly put the tray carefully on the table, her ears flicking and her purple eyes impossibly wide.
"Where did you get him!?" She squealed in delight, holding the bird up so she could get a good look at him.
"Oh, I he was a prototype from merch at the station. I thought you might want him, plus he's got them heating things - seeds or somethin' -- inside. Nuke him for half a minute, then put him on your neck or wherever."
"Zashi, this is <i>so cute!</i>" She gave him a hug, mashing the stuffed animal between them. "I love him. And you." She kissed him on the nose.
"Heh. I was gonna wait, but with this cold and all, you needed some extra warm cuddles."
"Too tired now to go back." She crawled under the blanket with him as he helped himself to his treat. "I'll warm him up later." She stuck him beside her, making sure he was facing the television.
"What's his name?"
Elly didn't even pause to think. "Michael."
He sprayed strawberry cake crumbs all over the remote when he laughed.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2019
The Scare
Hizashi/Els
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Mic leaned down and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead. "Hey, princess. Wanna get lunch?" A few students nearby hooted at them and he pointed but stayed where he was with one arm wrapped around her waist.
Elly leaned into his embrace, snuggling under his neck gear. "I don't feel well today, Mikey. I don't know if I'm coming down with something or what..." She groaned. "I'm kind of hungry but I'm so nauseous."
The Voice Hero showed immediate concern, his brows drawing together tightly. "Hey, weren't you sick a few days ago, too?"
"Yeah." She burped, daintily covering her mouth. "I woke up and just felt really..."
He had gone quite a few shades paler than normal as she rambled on. "Ohmigod."
"...really shitty, and I ended up having to eat breakfast sooner. I think I was just hungry that d - hey! What's going on? Where are we going?"
"We need to buy something. "
"I told you, I'm not sure I can eat anyth-"
"No food. Not yet." He held her hand as they speed-walked out of the school.
Of course, he hadn't realized the ramifications of buying what they needed in full hero costume. He stopped half way into the health section of the mini mart and choked.
"What is it?"
"We can't just..." He swore under his breath. "Screw it. If someone wants to make a big deal out of this, they can go for it." He grabbed the first pregnancy test he saw as her eyes widened.
"<i>That's</i> what you think?"
"Babe. You haven't gotten your period lately, and you're throwing up a lot. That's about all those health initiatives in school taght me." He grabbed a loaf of bread, but she placed a hand on his.
"Don't try to hide it," she advised. "It just makes it worse."
"O - okay." He ducked down into his long leather collar, his face bright red.
"Mic, now c'mon, sweetie." She squeezed his hand briefly and let it go. "You're just nervous. We get this done, we'll know what to do. Might be nothing. I get gassy sometimes, is all."
He stared at her for a moment with sheer panic in his eyes, and then grinned, chuckling. "You're right. I'm just worried about you."
They bought the test. To their luck, the cashier behind the counter was too jaded to care what the two pro heroes were buying. Mic scooped up the tiny bag and they nearly ran back to his place.
She unwrapped it with shaking hands and fussed around until she managed to do what was needed. Setting it on the counter to wait, she washed her hands and pressed close to him. They didn't really speak until they were staring at the little stick's results.
"Phew." He leaned back against the wall, an odd mixture of emotions playing on his face. "Negative."
"Relieved?" She smiled shakily at him.
"I guess? I don't know. It - it wouldn't have been so bad, yanno? I mean, would it?" He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's just not the right time."
"You're right, Hizashi," she said, entwining her fingers in his. "I have thought about this. Call me old-fashioned, but I wanted to be married first."
"I'd've married you in a heartbeat," he told her absently. "Still would."
"Oh."
He glanced down to see tears in her eyes. "Oh sh - shit," he stammered, grabbing her up in a big hug. "Sorry, sorry... oh, geez. That just slipped out. I'm such a dork!"
"No, no." Elly laughed weakly. "It was super sweet. I'm almost disappointed now."
"Ches?"
"Erk." She hid her face in his jacket.
"You wanna get married?"
"Are you asking, Hizashi... or <i>asking</i>?"
"Both." He shuffled his boots on the tiles.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
She reached up and pulled his noise-canceling headphones off his ears. "Yeah. You dork. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm, ohhh. Going to throw up. Or burp really, really loud. Can't tell which."
He bit his lip, grinning hugely as she pushed him out the door.
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Mic leaned down and kissed his girlfriend on the forehead. "Hey, princess. Wanna get lunch?" A few students nearby hooted at them and he pointed but stayed where he was with one arm wrapped around her waist.
Elly leaned into his embrace, snuggling under his neck gear. "I don't feel well today, Mikey. I don't know if I'm coming down with something or what..." She groaned. "I'm kind of hungry but I'm so nauseous."
The Voice Hero showed immediate concern, his brows drawing together tightly. "Hey, weren't you sick a few days ago, too?"
"Yeah." She burped, daintily covering her mouth. "I woke up and just felt really..."
He had gone quite a few shades paler than normal as she rambled on. "Ohmigod."
"...really shitty, and I ended up having to eat breakfast sooner. I think I was just hungry that d - hey! What's going on? Where are we going?"
"We need to buy something. "
"I told you, I'm not sure I can eat anyth-"
"No food. Not yet." He held her hand as they speed-walked out of the school.
Of course, he hadn't realized the ramifications of buying what they needed in full hero costume. He stopped half way into the health section of the mini mart and choked.
"What is it?"
"We can't just..." He swore under his breath. "Screw it. If someone wants to make a big deal out of this, they can go for it." He grabbed the first pregnancy test he saw as her eyes widened.
"<i>That's</i> what you think?"
"Babe. You haven't gotten your period lately, and you're throwing up a lot. That's about all those health initiatives in school taght me." He grabbed a loaf of bread, but she placed a hand on his.
"Don't try to hide it," she advised. "It just makes it worse."
"O - okay." He ducked down into his long leather collar, his face bright red.
"Mic, now c'mon, sweetie." She squeezed his hand briefly and let it go. "You're just nervous. We get this done, we'll know what to do. Might be nothing. I get gassy sometimes, is all."
He stared at her for a moment with sheer panic in his eyes, and then grinned, chuckling. "You're right. I'm just worried about you."
They bought the test. To their luck, the cashier behind the counter was too jaded to care what the two pro heroes were buying. Mic scooped up the tiny bag and they nearly ran back to his place.
She unwrapped it with shaking hands and fussed around until she managed to do what was needed. Setting it on the counter to wait, she washed her hands and pressed close to him. They didn't really speak until they were staring at the little stick's results.
"Phew." He leaned back against the wall, an odd mixture of emotions playing on his face. "Negative."
"Relieved?" She smiled shakily at him.
"I guess? I don't know. It - it wouldn't have been so bad, yanno? I mean, would it?" He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's just not the right time."
"You're right, Hizashi," she said, entwining her fingers in his. "I have thought about this. Call me old-fashioned, but I wanted to be married first."
"I'd've married you in a heartbeat," he told her absently. "Still would."
"Oh."
He glanced down to see tears in her eyes. "Oh sh - shit," he stammered, grabbing her up in a big hug. "Sorry, sorry... oh, geez. That just slipped out. I'm such a dork!"
"No, no." Elly laughed weakly. "It was super sweet. I'm almost disappointed now."
"Ches?"
"Erk." She hid her face in his jacket.
"You wanna get married?"
"Are you asking, Hizashi... or <i>asking</i>?"
"Both." He shuffled his boots on the tiles.
"Yeah."
"Yeah?"
She reached up and pulled his noise-canceling headphones off his ears. "Yeah. You dork. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm, ohhh. Going to throw up. Or burp really, really loud. Can't tell which."
He bit his lip, grinning hugely as she pushed him out the door.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
King of my Heart -20
Hizashi/Els
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Elly emerged from the bathroom wearing a t-shirt from a radio station he sometimes worked for as a nightgown. He had given her a handful of his older ones because she had told him she liked wearing them. Hizashi couldn't contain himself any longer. He had been anxiously awaiting the entire time she bathed, excited to give her yet another surprise.
"Look, babe." He hugged her happily, pointing into the bedroom that was not just his anymore. A large Alice in Wonderland poster was framed beside the tiger. It was, of course, of the cheshire cat.
"Did you get that today?! Did you just put it up?"
"While you showered. You don't have a lot here, y'know, to make it feel like home. That'll change, and this is the start."
"Aw, Zashi." She held him tighter. "It's great! The eyes and smile glow, right?"
"The stripes might, too. I haven't tested it yet." He grinned enthusiastically at her.
"Yay!" She tore off to the light switch while he burst out laughing. "It's so cool!"
"Shit, princess, I've never been this happy." He picked her up and swung her carefully around, putting her down on the bed.
"Me too," she admitted with a huge grin. "I can't believe I'm here and wearing your ring."
"Mmmn." He buried his face in her neck. "Let's make love with nothin' but them on."
"Hizashi Yamada, how <i>do</i> you come up with all these <i>wonderful</i> ideas." They kissed, falling over together and laughing, Elly kicking her legs a little as they hung over the edge.
"Mmm. <i>Mmm</i>, damn. I'm so excited! Our first night together!"
"And then first morning, don't forget." She kissed him and sighed.
"Aw, it'll be okay. I told ya how long I take to do my hair."
"I like to do stretches in the morning to music and get the coffee ready first. So, say, you shower first..."
"'Kay. I shower, you do yer stuff, then I get out, get dressed and start tranforming this," he fluffed his long, blond hair out, "into Present Mic's signature style."
"And I'll shower then... yeah. Yeah, that sounds right."
"We have all the time in the world to get it right, princess. Tomorrow's just the first time we try."
"You set the alarm for earlier, too? I don't want to be late my first official day."
"I did, yes. Please stop <i>worrying</i>." He kissed the tip of her nose with a smooching sound. "Look, I've got all these kisses for you! You want a distraction, babygirl? A nice, slow, sweet, yummy distraction?" He growled sexily, rolling his r's in exaggeration.
"Zashi..." She chuckled under her breath. "I love you."
"Look out," he crooned, descending upon her. "Here comes the kiss train!"
"Oh my god you're the goofiest - ohhh, Hizashi."
"Choo choo," he whispered softly.
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Elly emerged from the bathroom wearing a t-shirt from a radio station he sometimes worked for as a nightgown. He had given her a handful of his older ones because she had told him she liked wearing them. Hizashi couldn't contain himself any longer. He had been anxiously awaiting the entire time she bathed, excited to give her yet another surprise.
"Look, babe." He hugged her happily, pointing into the bedroom that was not just his anymore. A large Alice in Wonderland poster was framed beside the tiger. It was, of course, of the cheshire cat.
"Did you get that today?! Did you just put it up?"
"While you showered. You don't have a lot here, y'know, to make it feel like home. That'll change, and this is the start."
"Aw, Zashi." She held him tighter. "It's great! The eyes and smile glow, right?"
"The stripes might, too. I haven't tested it yet." He grinned enthusiastically at her.
"Yay!" She tore off to the light switch while he burst out laughing. "It's so cool!"
"Shit, princess, I've never been this happy." He picked her up and swung her carefully around, putting her down on the bed.
"Me too," she admitted with a huge grin. "I can't believe I'm here and wearing your ring."
"Mmmn." He buried his face in her neck. "Let's make love with nothin' but them on."
"Hizashi Yamada, how <i>do</i> you come up with all these <i>wonderful</i> ideas." They kissed, falling over together and laughing, Elly kicking her legs a little as they hung over the edge.
"Mmm. <i>Mmm</i>, damn. I'm so excited! Our first night together!"
"And then first morning, don't forget." She kissed him and sighed.
"Aw, it'll be okay. I told ya how long I take to do my hair."
"I like to do stretches in the morning to music and get the coffee ready first. So, say, you shower first..."
"'Kay. I shower, you do yer stuff, then I get out, get dressed and start tranforming this," he fluffed his long, blond hair out, "into Present Mic's signature style."
"And I'll shower then... yeah. Yeah, that sounds right."
"We have all the time in the world to get it right, princess. Tomorrow's just the first time we try."
"You set the alarm for earlier, too? I don't want to be late my first official day."
"I did, yes. Please stop <i>worrying</i>." He kissed the tip of her nose with a smooching sound. "Look, I've got all these kisses for you! You want a distraction, babygirl? A nice, slow, sweet, yummy distraction?" He growled sexily, rolling his r's in exaggeration.
"Zashi..." She chuckled under her breath. "I love you."
"Look out," he crooned, descending upon her. "Here comes the kiss train!"
"Oh my god you're the goofiest - ohhh, Hizashi."
"Choo choo," he whispered softly.
Monday, February 18, 2019
Counselor's Appointment
Mic/Els
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"Hey, Mic."
"'Sup babe." Hizashi strolled casually into her office and behind her as she worked at her desk. "Sit up, hey?"
"Mmm. Sure." She absently stood and he slipped into her seat, pulling her on his lap. He nudged Elly from behind, grinning evilly. "Hey, what's this babe?" His fingers toyed with the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit. "Oops, they popped open," he whispered.
"Mic!" She squirmed but couldn't get out from his sudden, vice like grip. "The <i>students</i> are right outside that door!"
"Then you'd better do your best to keep your voice down," he advised her. "I'm goin' in deep to stroke that g-spot of yours, love." He pulled her panties to one side. "Ooooh, you're wet already."
"<i>Mic!</i>"
"Uh uh, shhhh." He entered her with a single finger, pumping slow. "Nobody needs to know I'm fingering your pussy." He licked the throbbing pulse on her neck and she moaned.
"Dirty boy," she husked.
"You love it." He added another finger. "Mmn, god babe, I really want to eat you out, but <i>that</i> would be too risky. I do you too good, don't I?"
"Ah!"
"Yeah, no way you could hold <i>those</i> cries in. But this way, looks like maybe yer just sittin' on my lap having a snuggle." He paused, then kissed the nape of her neck, pressing lightly and tickling her with his mustache. "I can hide this if someone comes in. The door's open, too. Someone just might."
Her heart nearly stopped. That was playing with fire, all right. But as she thought back she couldn't remember him locking it. "I'm the counselor, people come see me all the time!"
"Nmm. It's your time to come now." Mic chuckled and slipped one more finger in for a total of three. His thumb grazed her clitorus lightly as he thrust, sparking more pleasure from the swollen bundle of nerves. "Three fingers not as good as my cock, is it? But it'll hafta do." He curled them and suddenly rammed deep inside, aiming for that spot that made her lose control. Elly squeaked and would have fallen off his lap if he hadn't been holding her. Hizashi continued to pump roughly, squelching sounds accompanying his movements.
"M - Mic, ah god, Present Mic..."
"I love it when you stay in hero mode. S'cute as fuck. You like it, my sexy listener? Am I makin' old fantasies come true for you?"
Her tail thumped heavily on the floor. "Don't stop, I'm so close!"
"Good." His voice dropped, the tone lowering into that sex god hum that drove her wild. "<i>I wanna see if I can make you come so hard you squirt.</i>"
"Mmfft!" She clenched tightly around his fingers, ducking to bite the leather on his jacket to avoid screaming as she came. Mic paid close attention and was pleased to see he had accomplished yet another of the missions he had set out to achieve.
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"Hey, Mic."
"'Sup babe." Hizashi strolled casually into her office and behind her as she worked at her desk. "Sit up, hey?"
"Mmm. Sure." She absently stood and he slipped into her seat, pulling her on his lap. He nudged Elly from behind, grinning evilly. "Hey, what's this babe?" His fingers toyed with the snaps at the crotch of her bodysuit. "Oops, they popped open," he whispered.
"Mic!" She squirmed but couldn't get out from his sudden, vice like grip. "The <i>students</i> are right outside that door!"
"Then you'd better do your best to keep your voice down," he advised her. "I'm goin' in deep to stroke that g-spot of yours, love." He pulled her panties to one side. "Ooooh, you're wet already."
"<i>Mic!</i>"
"Uh uh, shhhh." He entered her with a single finger, pumping slow. "Nobody needs to know I'm fingering your pussy." He licked the throbbing pulse on her neck and she moaned.
"Dirty boy," she husked.
"You love it." He added another finger. "Mmn, god babe, I really want to eat you out, but <i>that</i> would be too risky. I do you too good, don't I?"
"Ah!"
"Yeah, no way you could hold <i>those</i> cries in. But this way, looks like maybe yer just sittin' on my lap having a snuggle." He paused, then kissed the nape of her neck, pressing lightly and tickling her with his mustache. "I can hide this if someone comes in. The door's open, too. Someone just might."
Her heart nearly stopped. That was playing with fire, all right. But as she thought back she couldn't remember him locking it. "I'm the counselor, people come see me all the time!"
"Nmm. It's your time to come now." Mic chuckled and slipped one more finger in for a total of three. His thumb grazed her clitorus lightly as he thrust, sparking more pleasure from the swollen bundle of nerves. "Three fingers not as good as my cock, is it? But it'll hafta do." He curled them and suddenly rammed deep inside, aiming for that spot that made her lose control. Elly squeaked and would have fallen off his lap if he hadn't been holding her. Hizashi continued to pump roughly, squelching sounds accompanying his movements.
"M - Mic, ah god, Present Mic..."
"I love it when you stay in hero mode. S'cute as fuck. You like it, my sexy listener? Am I makin' old fantasies come true for you?"
Her tail thumped heavily on the floor. "Don't stop, I'm so close!"
"Good." His voice dropped, the tone lowering into that sex god hum that drove her wild. "<i>I wanna see if I can make you come so hard you squirt.</i>"
"Mmfft!" She clenched tightly around his fingers, ducking to bite the leather on his jacket to avoid screaming as she came. Mic paid close attention and was pleased to see he had accomplished yet another of the missions he had set out to achieve.
Morning Kisses
shota/els
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Her boyfriend had woken her with a sexual surprise many times. It was one of the most bewildering and pleasant experiences she had ever known. She wanted to give that to him, but he needed his rest badly and she didn't want him to lose any sleep. Elly bided her time, waiting for one of the rare mornings she knew they could sleep in. Eventually she was rewarded with a holiday. Aizawa wasn't working any job and neither was she.
It was the perfect opportunity.
As light broke through their bedroom window, she rolled over and yawned, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Morning! Time for Shota's delectable treat. She burrowed down into the covers and smiled when she saw he was hard already. Pulling him up gently, she leaned forward and softly kissed him good morning.
And with that, she found out a marvelous, fantastic, stunning thing.
Half asleep Aizawa was a totally different lover.
He snorted, jolting violently in bed to sit half up, eyes bleary. "Ungh, wha? Ches? You're - oh, my cock..."
She dabbed at the slit and kissed him again, tenderly loving him as best she knew how. That meant more kisses: slow, soft, swirling smooches that targeted his peak pleasure zones.
"Oh god, sweetheart," he wailed, the heel of his hand pressed to his forehead as he strained. "Your lips! Y - your mouth! K - keep <i>kissing</i> me, please!" He struggled not to buck into the moist heat. "Bring me off with kisses! Just - yes! Love me, god!"
Elly's heart pounded in her chest. She could feel his heartbeat, as well, pulsing along the underside of his hard member. She smiled and softly sucked the plump tip, laving his favorite spot. He whimpered and she could feel his thighs twitching wildly as she tried her best to emulate an open-mouthed kiss. She kept on until his short, high pitched cries grew in intensity and then let him fall out of her mouth before he could come.
When she drew back to pepper his entire length with smaller, softer ones he nearly lost his mind.
"Darling sweetheart <i>baby</i>," he moaned. "Nghh, so good, all those kisses for me! All over me!"
She nearly forgot what she was doing and had to pause for air. "You're so different this morning."
He gripped the long, dark hair on either side of his head, his chest heaving. "Please, I'm so close. Sho wants <i>more kisses</i>."
"So hot." She descended upon him, determined to make him come exactly the way he wanted. His cries grew louder, his hips rising and falling. What finally caused his orgasm was not what either of them would have believed. Elly took another break, and in a burst of inspiration dipped low, her hands cupping his tightly drawn balls. She kissed them as well.
Something about that gesture inflamed Aizawa. He whined softly, and in another moment she felt hot semen trickling from where he shot it all over the blanket. She pulled it back, making a mental note to do the laundry sooner rather than later.
"What on earth made you think to do that?" He stammered.
She shrugged, smiling at him. "I have absolutely no idea. I just love all of you."
He laughed weakly. "Fuck, Ches. You're really something else."
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Her boyfriend had woken her with a sexual surprise many times. It was one of the most bewildering and pleasant experiences she had ever known. She wanted to give that to him, but he needed his rest badly and she didn't want him to lose any sleep. Elly bided her time, waiting for one of the rare mornings she knew they could sleep in. Eventually she was rewarded with a holiday. Aizawa wasn't working any job and neither was she.
It was the perfect opportunity.
As light broke through their bedroom window, she rolled over and yawned, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Morning! Time for Shota's delectable treat. She burrowed down into the covers and smiled when she saw he was hard already. Pulling him up gently, she leaned forward and softly kissed him good morning.
And with that, she found out a marvelous, fantastic, stunning thing.
Half asleep Aizawa was a totally different lover.
He snorted, jolting violently in bed to sit half up, eyes bleary. "Ungh, wha? Ches? You're - oh, my cock..."
She dabbed at the slit and kissed him again, tenderly loving him as best she knew how. That meant more kisses: slow, soft, swirling smooches that targeted his peak pleasure zones.
"Oh god, sweetheart," he wailed, the heel of his hand pressed to his forehead as he strained. "Your lips! Y - your mouth! K - keep <i>kissing</i> me, please!" He struggled not to buck into the moist heat. "Bring me off with kisses! Just - yes! Love me, god!"
Elly's heart pounded in her chest. She could feel his heartbeat, as well, pulsing along the underside of his hard member. She smiled and softly sucked the plump tip, laving his favorite spot. He whimpered and she could feel his thighs twitching wildly as she tried her best to emulate an open-mouthed kiss. She kept on until his short, high pitched cries grew in intensity and then let him fall out of her mouth before he could come.
When she drew back to pepper his entire length with smaller, softer ones he nearly lost his mind.
"Darling sweetheart <i>baby</i>," he moaned. "Nghh, so good, all those kisses for me! All over me!"
She nearly forgot what she was doing and had to pause for air. "You're so different this morning."
He gripped the long, dark hair on either side of his head, his chest heaving. "Please, I'm so close. Sho wants <i>more kisses</i>."
"So hot." She descended upon him, determined to make him come exactly the way he wanted. His cries grew louder, his hips rising and falling. What finally caused his orgasm was not what either of them would have believed. Elly took another break, and in a burst of inspiration dipped low, her hands cupping his tightly drawn balls. She kissed them as well.
Something about that gesture inflamed Aizawa. He whined softly, and in another moment she felt hot semen trickling from where he shot it all over the blanket. She pulled it back, making a mental note to do the laundry sooner rather than later.
"What on earth made you think to do that?" He stammered.
She shrugged, smiling at him. "I have absolutely no idea. I just love all of you."
He laughed weakly. "Fuck, Ches. You're really something else."
Wonderland - 14
Shota/Els
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He really didn't know what to do.
Aizawa Shota was a man that had never bothered with dating or complex relationships. He knew what he wanted and how much, but this had unfortunately pressured his girlfriend. Now he wasn't sure how to proceed. Was a good night kiss too much? Making out? Nervousness prevented him from acting as he would like but he also worried about showing her he cared. His mind raced endlessly as they sat on his couch, not really doing anything but enjoying each others company. Elly purred faintly, leaning on his arm. He lifted it so she could cuddle against him if she wanted and she did, scooting closer and toying with the neck of his shirt.
"You scared me a few days ago, but I scared you, too, didn't I?" She broached the subject quickly much to his relief.
He sighed. "Yes."
"Don't think too much about it. If you make a move I'm not comfortable with, I'll tell you." She lifted her head and nuzzled the scruff on his cheek. "I miss your kisses, Sho."
"What an amazing thing." His breathing picked up a few notches.
"Is it? You're a very good kisser."
He frowned and licked his lips. "I knew you enjoyed it but I don't have much practice."
"Doesn't matter. You're open and honest. Please don't let anything change that."
"If it's honesty you want, I know there is a good chance the board will view your application favorably... but I find myself worrying late at night."
"I want to stay, Sho," she breathed. "I - I don't want anything to tear us apart."
His arms tightened around her. "Nothing will. It might be a little harder for awhile if you don't get hired here, but we'll work something out."
She miaowed, causing his heart to catch in his throat. But what she said next made him lose his breath completely. "I love you, Shota."
"Ah, Ches." His frown deepened as he cupped her chin in one hand. "You destroy me," he whispered before he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft, the kiss was deep, but long before she wanted it to end he pulled away.
"More," she begged, blushing shyly at her boldness. "Please, dear, don't stop."
He spluttered a little, eyes burning into hers. "You want more now? I can't - need to relax ...wait. Here." A thumb grazed her lips, pulling the bottom down just a bit. "Open, my queen. I have something safe of mine you can play with."
Elly sucked greedily on his thumb, eyes closed with her furry ears laid all the way back into her hair. Aizawa's heavy breathing filled the apartment as he discovered his mistake. This was sexier by far and was not letting his body cool down. He moved his thumb, carefully rubbing on her sharp canines.
"Please," she moaned.
He swore. "Didn't go as I planned. All right." He lowered himself to her once more, sighing as their bodies fit so well together. "More kisses." He slipped his thumb out and teased the corner of her lips with his tongue instead.
"Mnnn." She moved restlessly against him as he sucked on her lower lip.
"Say... how's your neck looking?" His fingers prodded the collar she still wore. "I haven't touched it in a week. Is it gone yet?"
"Not all the way." Her dark purple eyes stared hotly into his. "If you really want to mark me again, Shota Aizawa, I just might think you're a possessive man."
His mouth twitched, then spread into a large, toothy grin. "When the woman I love is concerned, I'm damn near primitive."
She trembled under his strong, warm body. "Do it."
He unfastened the leather strap and let it fall. Elly had been right; her pale skin was showing through in more places now. The colors on the bruise had disappeared or faded greatly. "Mmm. A shame." He set his mouth on the pulse and licked slowly in circles, feeling the throb of her heartbeat as she clutched his shoulders. "I'll make it pretty again in no time."
"Yes," she hissed eagerly.
He sucked gently, gauging the size of the old mark and humming roughly under his breath. "Tell me why you want this."
"I - I want to feel you with me all the time."
He tickled the skin with some light licking. "...and?"
"You're my mate," she moaned. "I belong to you and - and you... "
"...belong to </i>you</i>," he finished for her and sank his teeth into her neck like last time. Her response was about the same, an increased amount of pleasure if anything. It took all of his willpower to not go any further. He bit and sucked until the skin was torn once more.
"You're dangerous," she said, struggling to pull enough air into her lungs so she wouldn't pass out. Her desire had literally stifled her as she had been holding her breath during the final moments of the marking.
"And you're delicious," he growled lowly. "But also," he licked a trickle of blood off her neck, "bleeding. Let's bandage you up, hmm? And then get something to eat?"
"Perfect," she said dreamily as he led her into the bathroom.
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He really didn't know what to do.
Aizawa Shota was a man that had never bothered with dating or complex relationships. He knew what he wanted and how much, but this had unfortunately pressured his girlfriend. Now he wasn't sure how to proceed. Was a good night kiss too much? Making out? Nervousness prevented him from acting as he would like but he also worried about showing her he cared. His mind raced endlessly as they sat on his couch, not really doing anything but enjoying each others company. Elly purred faintly, leaning on his arm. He lifted it so she could cuddle against him if she wanted and she did, scooting closer and toying with the neck of his shirt.
"You scared me a few days ago, but I scared you, too, didn't I?" She broached the subject quickly much to his relief.
He sighed. "Yes."
"Don't think too much about it. If you make a move I'm not comfortable with, I'll tell you." She lifted her head and nuzzled the scruff on his cheek. "I miss your kisses, Sho."
"What an amazing thing." His breathing picked up a few notches.
"Is it? You're a very good kisser."
He frowned and licked his lips. "I knew you enjoyed it but I don't have much practice."
"Doesn't matter. You're open and honest. Please don't let anything change that."
"If it's honesty you want, I know there is a good chance the board will view your application favorably... but I find myself worrying late at night."
"I want to stay, Sho," she breathed. "I - I don't want anything to tear us apart."
His arms tightened around her. "Nothing will. It might be a little harder for awhile if you don't get hired here, but we'll work something out."
She miaowed, causing his heart to catch in his throat. But what she said next made him lose his breath completely. "I love you, Shota."
"Ah, Ches." His frown deepened as he cupped her chin in one hand. "You destroy me," he whispered before he pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft, the kiss was deep, but long before she wanted it to end he pulled away.
"More," she begged, blushing shyly at her boldness. "Please, dear, don't stop."
He spluttered a little, eyes burning into hers. "You want more now? I can't - need to relax ...wait. Here." A thumb grazed her lips, pulling the bottom down just a bit. "Open, my queen. I have something safe of mine you can play with."
Elly sucked greedily on his thumb, eyes closed with her furry ears laid all the way back into her hair. Aizawa's heavy breathing filled the apartment as he discovered his mistake. This was sexier by far and was not letting his body cool down. He moved his thumb, carefully rubbing on her sharp canines.
"Please," she moaned.
He swore. "Didn't go as I planned. All right." He lowered himself to her once more, sighing as their bodies fit so well together. "More kisses." He slipped his thumb out and teased the corner of her lips with his tongue instead.
"Mnnn." She moved restlessly against him as he sucked on her lower lip.
"Say... how's your neck looking?" His fingers prodded the collar she still wore. "I haven't touched it in a week. Is it gone yet?"
"Not all the way." Her dark purple eyes stared hotly into his. "If you really want to mark me again, Shota Aizawa, I just might think you're a possessive man."
His mouth twitched, then spread into a large, toothy grin. "When the woman I love is concerned, I'm damn near primitive."
She trembled under his strong, warm body. "Do it."
He unfastened the leather strap and let it fall. Elly had been right; her pale skin was showing through in more places now. The colors on the bruise had disappeared or faded greatly. "Mmm. A shame." He set his mouth on the pulse and licked slowly in circles, feeling the throb of her heartbeat as she clutched his shoulders. "I'll make it pretty again in no time."
"Yes," she hissed eagerly.
He sucked gently, gauging the size of the old mark and humming roughly under his breath. "Tell me why you want this."
"I - I want to feel you with me all the time."
He tickled the skin with some light licking. "...and?"
"You're my mate," she moaned. "I belong to you and - and you... "
"...belong to </i>you</i>," he finished for her and sank his teeth into her neck like last time. Her response was about the same, an increased amount of pleasure if anything. It took all of his willpower to not go any further. He bit and sucked until the skin was torn once more.
"You're dangerous," she said, struggling to pull enough air into her lungs so she wouldn't pass out. Her desire had literally stifled her as she had been holding her breath during the final moments of the marking.
"And you're delicious," he growled lowly. "But also," he licked a trickle of blood off her neck, "bleeding. Let's bandage you up, hmm? And then get something to eat?"
"Perfect," she said dreamily as he led her into the bathroom.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
Rule 63 -14
Els/Zashi/Shota
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It worked.
Elly hopped around anxiously, wriggling her body this way and that. "Everything is back to the way I was! Oh my god, thank you!" She embraced the person, who smiled faintly.
"I'm glad my quirk helped you."
"You more than helped," she gushed. "I feel like you saved my life. It was so - so... well, you don't need to hear thst What you need to hear is thank you."
Aizawa bowed to them gratefully. "Thank you very much."
The only one not celebrating was Hizashi. He had taken the time when they left to gather what belongings he had brought over and move back to his apartment. The trips took longer that expected as he kept dropping things from sobbing so hard. His eyes were puffy and red and his glasses so stained with tears he could barely see out of them. He didn't bother cleaning them, however, because he would just mess them right back up. When he had eradicated all traces that he had ever lived with them he flopped onto his bed and curled into a ball.
He tried to stop crying.
He couldn't.
It's just that everything reminded him of her as - as a him. It had been a perfect twist of fate when he found out.
The blond man hadn't had a lack of partners his whole life, that was certain. He could hook up with almost anyone he wanted to right away. He was well built, well known and his gorgeous, long blond hair all combined to make him desirable. What he wanted, what he craved - was love. She had been such a good friend he had wondered quite a few times what it would have been like if she had been male. Why would things be given to him and then torn so brutally from his grasp?
"Why couldn't she love me?!"
"She does, you ass."
Hizashi leaped to his feet with a startled gasp. The shadowy figure in his doorway sighed wearily, and he relaxed instantly. Only one man he knew could sound that tired and still be moving.
"How'd it go?"
Aizawa stepped into the faint bedroom light. "She's back the way she was."
"Oh." He swallowed past the blockage in his throat. "Good," he managed to whisper.
"Yeah, Zashi... you don't hide your emotions very well. You're upset. But so was she." He sat on the edge of the ned, his hands in his pockets. "I was wrong to lead you on with her like that. I thought it might be a good solution. Instead it hurt both of you."
"B - both?"
"She's very guilty. She thinks she cheated on me, and she knows you are in pain. I explained the one side, but you two will have to work the other out yourselves."
"I can't..!"
"Not right away, dumbass." He stood, knees popping lightly. "Whenever you finish grieving. She'll be there. She still cares for you. Love isn't simple, and friends can care about one another deeply."
He left his friend a tiny spark of hope that things might not be too bad after all. It might take a long time, but at least she was his friend.
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It worked.
Elly hopped around anxiously, wriggling her body this way and that. "Everything is back to the way I was! Oh my god, thank you!" She embraced the person, who smiled faintly.
"I'm glad my quirk helped you."
"You more than helped," she gushed. "I feel like you saved my life. It was so - so... well, you don't need to hear thst What you need to hear is thank you."
Aizawa bowed to them gratefully. "Thank you very much."
The only one not celebrating was Hizashi. He had taken the time when they left to gather what belongings he had brought over and move back to his apartment. The trips took longer that expected as he kept dropping things from sobbing so hard. His eyes were puffy and red and his glasses so stained with tears he could barely see out of them. He didn't bother cleaning them, however, because he would just mess them right back up. When he had eradicated all traces that he had ever lived with them he flopped onto his bed and curled into a ball.
He tried to stop crying.
He couldn't.
It's just that everything reminded him of her as - as a him. It had been a perfect twist of fate when he found out.
The blond man hadn't had a lack of partners his whole life, that was certain. He could hook up with almost anyone he wanted to right away. He was well built, well known and his gorgeous, long blond hair all combined to make him desirable. What he wanted, what he craved - was love. She had been such a good friend he had wondered quite a few times what it would have been like if she had been male. Why would things be given to him and then torn so brutally from his grasp?
"Why couldn't she love me?!"
"She does, you ass."
Hizashi leaped to his feet with a startled gasp. The shadowy figure in his doorway sighed wearily, and he relaxed instantly. Only one man he knew could sound that tired and still be moving.
"How'd it go?"
Aizawa stepped into the faint bedroom light. "She's back the way she was."
"Oh." He swallowed past the blockage in his throat. "Good," he managed to whisper.
"Yeah, Zashi... you don't hide your emotions very well. You're upset. But so was she." He sat on the edge of the ned, his hands in his pockets. "I was wrong to lead you on with her like that. I thought it might be a good solution. Instead it hurt both of you."
"B - both?"
"She's very guilty. She thinks she cheated on me, and she knows you are in pain. I explained the one side, but you two will have to work the other out yourselves."
"I can't..!"
"Not right away, dumbass." He stood, knees popping lightly. "Whenever you finish grieving. She'll be there. She still cares for you. Love isn't simple, and friends can care about one another deeply."
He left his friend a tiny spark of hope that things might not be too bad after all. It might take a long time, but at least she was his friend.
Rule 63 -13
Els/Sho/Zashi
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The relief was palpable. She sighed and relaxed with him on the bed after they had cleaned up and changed.
"You told me earlier you had good news?" She lifted her head from his chest to stare fondly at her boyfriend.
"I've been in contact with someone that has a gender swap quirk." Aizawa grinned when she hugged him, miaowing loudly with glee.
"Oh, Shota! How?"
He shrugged. "Put in a word on the underground circuit. They're laying low because sometimes people take offense at their power."
"Not me! I'll be forever grateful if I can be a woman again!"
"It has risks..."
"I don't care! It might work, right?! Let's go!" She leaped to her feet, taking him by the hand to tug eagerly forward.
Hizashi was laying on the couch reading what looked like a fashion magazine. He set it on his chest when the couple barged into the living room.
"Hey hey, what's up? Ches feels way better, obviously." He winked.
Elly hugged Aizawa again enthusiastically. "Shota found something that might change me back!"
"But - but if you go back to being female I won't be able to be with you like this anymore." The blond man's face fell.
Aizawa winced and squeezed her arm, indicating that he would wait outside. He knew how this would likely end.
"That's why we won't work, Zashi." She took a breath. "I'm not comfortable with the ways my life have changed in the past few days. I tried, but I shouldn't have. I'm sorry, I was just so confused. It's not for me."
"Wait, Ches..!" He reached blindly for her. "Don't go just yet!"
She shook her head silently and closed the door.
Hizashi held his outstretched hand out long after she was gone. He was shaking all over with tears pouring down his cheeks, spilling over the inside of his glasses and onto his shirt. "<i>No</i>," he whispered softly.
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The relief was palpable. She sighed and relaxed with him on the bed after they had cleaned up and changed.
"You told me earlier you had good news?" She lifted her head from his chest to stare fondly at her boyfriend.
"I've been in contact with someone that has a gender swap quirk." Aizawa grinned when she hugged him, miaowing loudly with glee.
"Oh, Shota! How?"
He shrugged. "Put in a word on the underground circuit. They're laying low because sometimes people take offense at their power."
"Not me! I'll be forever grateful if I can be a woman again!"
"It has risks..."
"I don't care! It might work, right?! Let's go!" She leaped to her feet, taking him by the hand to tug eagerly forward.
Hizashi was laying on the couch reading what looked like a fashion magazine. He set it on his chest when the couple barged into the living room.
"Hey hey, what's up? Ches feels way better, obviously." He winked.
Elly hugged Aizawa again enthusiastically. "Shota found something that might change me back!"
"But - but if you go back to being female I won't be able to be with you like this anymore." The blond man's face fell.
Aizawa winced and squeezed her arm, indicating that he would wait outside. He knew how this would likely end.
"That's why we won't work, Zashi." She took a breath. "I'm not comfortable with the ways my life have changed in the past few days. I tried, but I shouldn't have. I'm sorry, I was just so confused. It's not for me."
"Wait, Ches..!" He reached blindly for her. "Don't go just yet!"
She shook her head silently and closed the door.
Hizashi held his outstretched hand out long after she was gone. He was shaking all over with tears pouring down his cheeks, spilling over the inside of his glasses and onto his shirt. "<i>No</i>," he whispered softly.
Dubious Gift
Shota/Els
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"Mr. Aizawa?" Tsyu was standing close by his desk. He frowned, glancing up from his course book.
"What is it?"
She held a finger up in front of her wide mouth. "Ahm... so, the other night a few of us were in the mall. We saw you, too."
His face paled slightly but he only raised an eyebrow to stare at her. "I can shop, can't I?"
She tilted her head, frog croaking softly before going on. "Sure, but the guys saw you buying a ...gift. They're all talking about it."
The teacher rubbed at his bloodshot eyes with a tired groan. "Just what I needed. Thank you, Tsyu. I will handle things from here."
She nodded at him and hopped off. Aizawa waited calmly until the end of the day before heading to the first year's dorms.
"All right," he called out, cutting through the chatter at once. "Everyone get out here." Teenagers popped out of every corner and doors to gather in the communal living area.
Bakugo elbowed Midoriya hard in the side when he saw the youngster standing straight at attention. "Relax, Deku. He doesn't know about your secret stash of EraserMight books."
"Ew, gross! Cut that out - you know that I don't like those! There's no way I'd <i>own</i> them!"
Aizawa stared hard at them, his eyes burning, until they shut up. "Are you done?" When they remained silent, he nodded. "It has come to my attention that a few of you saw me buying a gift the other night at the mall."
A few looked guilty, others smiled. A bunch of the girls were huddled together breathlessly, watching him with wide eyes.
Mineta spoke without thinking. "Yeah, who would've thought you were like <i>that</i>?" He trailed off, seeing people back away from him nervously. "I - I mean ... well, look, am I right? We're all thinking it!"
"I would prefer if you did not discuss my sex life," there was a collective groan of disgust as he said this, "amongst yourselves so freely. I think that Cheshire might not be as forgiving as I am being to you had she somehow found out."
"She's the school counselor," Momo pointed out. "She wouldn't be angry."
"Perhaps. But even if she wasn't, she would logically subject you all to an in depth <i>discussion</i> about sex and relationships, in which you might just find out more than you wish to know. About many things." He leaned back against a nearby pillar, eyeing them blandly.
Their faces fell. "Ew," someone said softly in the back, and a series of apologies started to fill the hall all at once.
He held up one hand. "I'm willing to forget this if you are."
They nodded almost as one.
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"Mr. Aizawa?" Tsyu was standing close by his desk. He frowned, glancing up from his course book.
"What is it?"
She held a finger up in front of her wide mouth. "Ahm... so, the other night a few of us were in the mall. We saw you, too."
His face paled slightly but he only raised an eyebrow to stare at her. "I can shop, can't I?"
She tilted her head, frog croaking softly before going on. "Sure, but the guys saw you buying a ...gift. They're all talking about it."
The teacher rubbed at his bloodshot eyes with a tired groan. "Just what I needed. Thank you, Tsyu. I will handle things from here."
She nodded at him and hopped off. Aizawa waited calmly until the end of the day before heading to the first year's dorms.
"All right," he called out, cutting through the chatter at once. "Everyone get out here." Teenagers popped out of every corner and doors to gather in the communal living area.
Bakugo elbowed Midoriya hard in the side when he saw the youngster standing straight at attention. "Relax, Deku. He doesn't know about your secret stash of EraserMight books."
"Ew, gross! Cut that out - you know that I don't like those! There's no way I'd <i>own</i> them!"
Aizawa stared hard at them, his eyes burning, until they shut up. "Are you done?" When they remained silent, he nodded. "It has come to my attention that a few of you saw me buying a gift the other night at the mall."
A few looked guilty, others smiled. A bunch of the girls were huddled together breathlessly, watching him with wide eyes.
Mineta spoke without thinking. "Yeah, who would've thought you were like <i>that</i>?" He trailed off, seeing people back away from him nervously. "I - I mean ... well, look, am I right? We're all thinking it!"
"I would prefer if you did not discuss my sex life," there was a collective groan of disgust as he said this, "amongst yourselves so freely. I think that Cheshire might not be as forgiving as I am being to you had she somehow found out."
"She's the school counselor," Momo pointed out. "She wouldn't be angry."
"Perhaps. But even if she wasn't, she would logically subject you all to an in depth <i>discussion</i> about sex and relationships, in which you might just find out more than you wish to know. About many things." He leaned back against a nearby pillar, eyeing them blandly.
Their faces fell. "Ew," someone said softly in the back, and a series of apologies started to fill the hall all at once.
He held up one hand. "I'm willing to forget this if you are."
They nodded almost as one.
Grape Ball Disaster
Hizashi/Els
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"Ah, god, I love you baby," Elly wept, shaking and crying in torment. The room smelled like him and she could nearly taste him in the air, sweet smelling but bitter hair products and a mouthful of leather. She really wanted that leather and the desire rose to a fever pitch, causing her to shriek pathetically. "I love you. I would do anything for you, anything!"
Her cries alerted Present Mic, who had just left but came back when he heard noise inside his classroom. He peeked in to see his colleague pawing wildly in the air in obvious distress as she thrashed on the floor. Her tail had knocked over chairs and desks and her mask had been torn off and discarded near his desk. Strangely, her bodysuit was stained bright purple on one side, a large wet patch.
"Ches, what the hell?!" He hurried inside, dropping his course book to hold his arms out.
"I want you to take me every time I see you walk by, every time you look at me from under those glasses you wear, ahh, god, why does it hurrrttt!"
"Hold on!" He moved to pick her up and her paling lavender eyes focused on him for a moment.
"Mic!" She choked. "Oh no, oh god - not n - now... oh, fuck." She grabbed the high collar of his costume and yanked him closer to her, bumping into his speaker in her haste. "Kiss me, you sexy thing."
"Eek!" He yelped and pinwheeled backwards, unable to pry her off as her lips crushed onto his. He held her awkwardly as her tongue thrust into his mouth with an eagerness that caused him to tremble.
"Yes," she hissed. "I knew you'd taste delicious."
"Mmfft - Cheshire, stop, think -- something's wrong!"
"Huh?" She blinked. "Oh, no. Run. Run away! I'm - get away, it's you, I need you, and why are you so inhumanly attractive?!" Her hands unzipped his jacket and hungrily squeezed his chest and lower, rubbing his abdomen. "Fuck, sexy's got a six pack. Ohhh, Mic..."
"I'm not gonna leave y - oh my god, Ches, not - not there..!" He choked, embarrassed.
"I can feel you through the leather," she panted hotly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and ears folding back as she groped him. He was hot and the leather was slick and soft, wrapped around his firm erection. Her hands began to fondle him, more gently but with an eagerness that was frightening in its intensity. "Oooh, these tight pants make such a bulge when you're hard."
"Help!" He glanced around, trying to see if there was anything around he could immobilize her without hurting her but she suddenly realized an advantage she had. "Ohhh, crap."
"You didn't run." She whisped out of sight like her namesake, her wide, toothy grin the last thing remaining. Mic spun around and finally tried to run for the door but she was too fast. He knew her fighting style and tried to protect his bared skin but it was too late. A claw snicketed out of her paw pad and nicked him ever so lightly on the cheek. "No use, love. Now we're all mad here."
The drug she used lowered willpower and made people suggestible. Present Mic already wanted her, so there was little fight to be had. His main concern before had been privacy and her consent, but as it hit his system he took her willingness to be consensual and to hell with privacy.
In short, Elly munched happily on the lump in his pants, purring as she got her wish at last.
"Take - ta - ahh, take me out at least! Babe, yer killin' me!" Hizashi's hips jerked towards her. "Unzip me, unzip ... there, cuh - careful." His penis was pulled heavily out of his pants and she immediately swallowed it.
"Mmm, yes. So yummy." She suckled tenderly on the tip, lapping the fluids off.
Mic's head rolled back and he moaned, starting to slur his words as he spoke. "Yeahhhh, suck me. W - want you, too... wanted, so much."
"I want you in me, Present Mic."
His glazed eyes widened. "Fuck! Yeah, yeah, I dig it, baby. C'mere. Let Mic slip it to ya."
"Yes!"
"Ahh, god, you're tight. So good, so damned good!"
"Ahhh, I needed this!"
The more they had of each other the more wild they became. They humped and thrust and rolled around, sweating from more than just their physical exertions. It was as if both were reverting to a beast like state, clawing and biting and howling in their pleasure.
"What the hell is going on h - oh, my god!" Nemuri had happened along and cracked the door open for exactly the reason Hizashi had. She wasn't shocked they were having sex as she had guessed they were attracted to each other. No, it was rather the setting and frantic, rough way they were going at it that was disturbing. It seemed wrong and painful. The couple ignored her except Mic bucked faster, harder, his moans frantic. All he knew is that she was his and he would fight anyone that tried to separate them.
"Go away." He snarled in warning in the other woman's direction, his quirk rattling what few desks were still upright.
Midnight saw his primal reaction and backed up, holding her hands in the air with her face turned away. "Easy, Yamada. I'm not going to take her from you." She turned slowly towards the door. "We need help here!" She screamed. Several teachers and a few upper class men rushed the door only to be treated to the spectacle of a writhing ball of leather and fur crying in agony.
Elly cried out wordlessly, her body tightening around him as she came.
"Mine!" He was next, whimpering, his brow tightly drawn. "My woman. My Ches." He growled weakly, tired now but still challenging the others in the room.
"Yamada." Mic jumped as his friend called his name. Eraserhead used his quirk to nullify them, making them easier for his capture thread to bind together. Once they were rendered fairly harmless, Recovery Girl was brought in to sedate and treat them.
Several hours later they both had headaches but were feeling clear-headed. They were mortified about their actions, apologizing profusely to each other and the staff.
"Ches, it wasn't your fault." Mic repeated this for at least the third time. "And you told me to run, remember? You tried to warn me."
"Mic - Yamada..."
He sighed and took hold of her chin, pulling her face up to meet his. "Hizashi. And I get it; I like ya, too. We can, uh, discuss that later." He kissed her cheek softly.
Aizawa cleared his throat. "What is the last thing you can recall, Cheshire?"
"Let's see..." She held Mic's gloved hand for comfort. "I had gone into the chemistry lab. There was a weird smell and I thought something was wrong. The last thing I knew was I fell over this grape..." Her eyes widened.
"Mineta?"
"You betcha," Mic rhymed automatically. "Go get 'im."
"But it doesn't work!" The boy was dragged, screaming, into the room to face several very angry teachers. "I uh, tried it okay? Nothing happened." He paused as he saw Elly's clothing splattered with purple. Turned very slowly to gape at who was standing at her side holding a protective arm about her waist.
"Every last one of your 'experiments' needs to be destroyed," Mic said firmly.
Mineta nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man's signature blond hair was drooping, most of it straggling down about his shoulders in long hanks. Several strands were stuck to his cheeks as well, and he appeared to have suffered a few scratches here and there. He was at least as much of a mess as the woman beside him... "It did work?!"
"Listen up," Aizawa snapped at him. "You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone, ever. Nor are you allowed in the chemistry room without supervision. You're just lucky..." His lips twitched, and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Behind him, Mic was bending down so Elly could stroke his hair back. She had such an expression of tender concern that the teenager had no doubt about what had happened.
"I'm - I'm sorry," he gasped.
"You're lucky it brought them together. Now get."
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"Ah, god, I love you baby," Elly wept, shaking and crying in torment. The room smelled like him and she could nearly taste him in the air, sweet smelling but bitter hair products and a mouthful of leather. She really wanted that leather and the desire rose to a fever pitch, causing her to shriek pathetically. "I love you. I would do anything for you, anything!"
Her cries alerted Present Mic, who had just left but came back when he heard noise inside his classroom. He peeked in to see his colleague pawing wildly in the air in obvious distress as she thrashed on the floor. Her tail had knocked over chairs and desks and her mask had been torn off and discarded near his desk. Strangely, her bodysuit was stained bright purple on one side, a large wet patch.
"Ches, what the hell?!" He hurried inside, dropping his course book to hold his arms out.
"I want you to take me every time I see you walk by, every time you look at me from under those glasses you wear, ahh, god, why does it hurrrttt!"
"Hold on!" He moved to pick her up and her paling lavender eyes focused on him for a moment.
"Mic!" She choked. "Oh no, oh god - not n - now... oh, fuck." She grabbed the high collar of his costume and yanked him closer to her, bumping into his speaker in her haste. "Kiss me, you sexy thing."
"Eek!" He yelped and pinwheeled backwards, unable to pry her off as her lips crushed onto his. He held her awkwardly as her tongue thrust into his mouth with an eagerness that caused him to tremble.
"Yes," she hissed. "I knew you'd taste delicious."
"Mmfft - Cheshire, stop, think -- something's wrong!"
"Huh?" She blinked. "Oh, no. Run. Run away! I'm - get away, it's you, I need you, and why are you so inhumanly attractive?!" Her hands unzipped his jacket and hungrily squeezed his chest and lower, rubbing his abdomen. "Fuck, sexy's got a six pack. Ohhh, Mic..."
"I'm not gonna leave y - oh my god, Ches, not - not there..!" He choked, embarrassed.
"I can feel you through the leather," she panted hotly, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and ears folding back as she groped him. He was hot and the leather was slick and soft, wrapped around his firm erection. Her hands began to fondle him, more gently but with an eagerness that was frightening in its intensity. "Oooh, these tight pants make such a bulge when you're hard."
"Help!" He glanced around, trying to see if there was anything around he could immobilize her without hurting her but she suddenly realized an advantage she had. "Ohhh, crap."
"You didn't run." She whisped out of sight like her namesake, her wide, toothy grin the last thing remaining. Mic spun around and finally tried to run for the door but she was too fast. He knew her fighting style and tried to protect his bared skin but it was too late. A claw snicketed out of her paw pad and nicked him ever so lightly on the cheek. "No use, love. Now we're all mad here."
The drug she used lowered willpower and made people suggestible. Present Mic already wanted her, so there was little fight to be had. His main concern before had been privacy and her consent, but as it hit his system he took her willingness to be consensual and to hell with privacy.
In short, Elly munched happily on the lump in his pants, purring as she got her wish at last.
"Take - ta - ahh, take me out at least! Babe, yer killin' me!" Hizashi's hips jerked towards her. "Unzip me, unzip ... there, cuh - careful." His penis was pulled heavily out of his pants and she immediately swallowed it.
"Mmm, yes. So yummy." She suckled tenderly on the tip, lapping the fluids off.
Mic's head rolled back and he moaned, starting to slur his words as he spoke. "Yeahhhh, suck me. W - want you, too... wanted, so much."
"I want you in me, Present Mic."
His glazed eyes widened. "Fuck! Yeah, yeah, I dig it, baby. C'mere. Let Mic slip it to ya."
"Yes!"
"Ahh, god, you're tight. So good, so damned good!"
"Ahhh, I needed this!"
The more they had of each other the more wild they became. They humped and thrust and rolled around, sweating from more than just their physical exertions. It was as if both were reverting to a beast like state, clawing and biting and howling in their pleasure.
"What the hell is going on h - oh, my god!" Nemuri had happened along and cracked the door open for exactly the reason Hizashi had. She wasn't shocked they were having sex as she had guessed they were attracted to each other. No, it was rather the setting and frantic, rough way they were going at it that was disturbing. It seemed wrong and painful. The couple ignored her except Mic bucked faster, harder, his moans frantic. All he knew is that she was his and he would fight anyone that tried to separate them.
"Go away." He snarled in warning in the other woman's direction, his quirk rattling what few desks were still upright.
Midnight saw his primal reaction and backed up, holding her hands in the air with her face turned away. "Easy, Yamada. I'm not going to take her from you." She turned slowly towards the door. "We need help here!" She screamed. Several teachers and a few upper class men rushed the door only to be treated to the spectacle of a writhing ball of leather and fur crying in agony.
Elly cried out wordlessly, her body tightening around him as she came.
"Mine!" He was next, whimpering, his brow tightly drawn. "My woman. My Ches." He growled weakly, tired now but still challenging the others in the room.
"Yamada." Mic jumped as his friend called his name. Eraserhead used his quirk to nullify them, making them easier for his capture thread to bind together. Once they were rendered fairly harmless, Recovery Girl was brought in to sedate and treat them.
Several hours later they both had headaches but were feeling clear-headed. They were mortified about their actions, apologizing profusely to each other and the staff.
"Ches, it wasn't your fault." Mic repeated this for at least the third time. "And you told me to run, remember? You tried to warn me."
"Mic - Yamada..."
He sighed and took hold of her chin, pulling her face up to meet his. "Hizashi. And I get it; I like ya, too. We can, uh, discuss that later." He kissed her cheek softly.
Aizawa cleared his throat. "What is the last thing you can recall, Cheshire?"
"Let's see..." She held Mic's gloved hand for comfort. "I had gone into the chemistry lab. There was a weird smell and I thought something was wrong. The last thing I knew was I fell over this grape..." Her eyes widened.
"Mineta?"
"You betcha," Mic rhymed automatically. "Go get 'im."
"But it doesn't work!" The boy was dragged, screaming, into the room to face several very angry teachers. "I uh, tried it okay? Nothing happened." He paused as he saw Elly's clothing splattered with purple. Turned very slowly to gape at who was standing at her side holding a protective arm about her waist.
"Every last one of your 'experiments' needs to be destroyed," Mic said firmly.
Mineta nodded rapidly. "Yes, sir!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man's signature blond hair was drooping, most of it straggling down about his shoulders in long hanks. Several strands were stuck to his cheeks as well, and he appeared to have suffered a few scratches here and there. He was at least as much of a mess as the woman beside him... "It did work?!"
"Listen up," Aizawa snapped at him. "You are not to breathe a word of this to anyone, ever. Nor are you allowed in the chemistry room without supervision. You're just lucky..." His lips twitched, and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Behind him, Mic was bending down so Elly could stroke his hair back. She had such an expression of tender concern that the teenager had no doubt about what had happened.
"I'm - I'm sorry," he gasped.
"You're lucky it brought them together. Now get."
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Razor Edge (Claws)
Hizashi/Els
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"You're doing so well, Hizashi," she purred quietly. "Don't move."
He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the claws lightly scraped his belly.
All of this had begun when he had accidentally looked up something called "knife play" on the internet and been curious. Elly had commented she had an old pair of gloves along with a brand new set of claws, and that's how he soon found himself tightly bound and scratched all over.
His heart pounding heavily in his chest, he watched as she purred over the thin cuts. "The only reason I can do this is because I've trained to be super precise with my weapons," she informed him quietly. "You still look frightened, but no safe word? You sure, or is Present Mic actually speechless for once?"
"M'fine," he mumbled. He understood now; it was sexy because it was scary. She had only nicked him a few times, but he had gasped and reacted from sheer exhilaration.
"You certainly look fine. You're really excited here." She bent nuzzled his lower belly hair, ruffling it along with her tongue until she reached the tip of his dripping penis.
"Ches..." He whined.
"I know, I promised. Just one little smooch, sweetie." She kissed the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside. He whimpered, squirming just a little.
"There, see," she moved back up to breathe in his ear. "Now how about that handjob?"
"You're sure?!" His green eyes widened.
Elly chuckled. "I promise I won't flex my claws." She pet him lower, the paw pads kneading down his groin. "Unless, of course, you surprise me. You wouldn't do that, would you?"
He shook his head rapidly, bits of blond hair that had come undone flying about his flushed cheeks.
"I'll be a very good boy," he panted, spreading his legs as much as he could in his bonds. "Promise."
"So cute." Elly wrapped a paw around him and rubbed experimentally. The noise cushioning pads were soft and spongy, the cloth slick. He closed his eyes tightly shut and hummed with pleasure as she stroked him. The friction was delightful and he was soon chanting her name as she pleasured him.
"There," he sobbed softly. "Oh, there, tighter!" She complied, kissing his cheek as just the tiniest whisper of a claw traced her lips. His eyes widened and he looked over to see her licking the tiny drip of blood away as she jerked him off. Hizashi hadn't known something like that could be so erotic but he came right away, his member twitching in her grip to coat them both with his seed.
"Whoa... wow." He blinked. "I'm not sure I would do that again, but, phew."
"Let's get you cleaned up." She took his hand and led him into the bathroom. "Poor baby, you're all over blood on your tummy."
"It's not so bad." He wiped at it and she slapped his hand away.
"I need to disinfect those!"
"Yes, dear," he said meekly.
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"You're doing so well, Hizashi," she purred quietly. "Don't move."
He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the claws lightly scraped his belly.
All of this had begun when he had accidentally looked up something called "knife play" on the internet and been curious. Elly had commented she had an old pair of gloves along with a brand new set of claws, and that's how he soon found himself tightly bound and scratched all over.
His heart pounding heavily in his chest, he watched as she purred over the thin cuts. "The only reason I can do this is because I've trained to be super precise with my weapons," she informed him quietly. "You still look frightened, but no safe word? You sure, or is Present Mic actually speechless for once?"
"M'fine," he mumbled. He understood now; it was sexy because it was scary. She had only nicked him a few times, but he had gasped and reacted from sheer exhilaration.
"You certainly look fine. You're really excited here." She bent nuzzled his lower belly hair, ruffling it along with her tongue until she reached the tip of his dripping penis.
"Ches..." He whined.
"I know, I promised. Just one little smooch, sweetie." She kissed the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside. He whimpered, squirming just a little.
"There, see," she moved back up to breathe in his ear. "Now how about that handjob?"
"You're sure?!" His green eyes widened.
Elly chuckled. "I promise I won't flex my claws." She pet him lower, the paw pads kneading down his groin. "Unless, of course, you surprise me. You wouldn't do that, would you?"
He shook his head rapidly, bits of blond hair that had come undone flying about his flushed cheeks.
"I'll be a very good boy," he panted, spreading his legs as much as he could in his bonds. "Promise."
"So cute." Elly wrapped a paw around him and rubbed experimentally. The noise cushioning pads were soft and spongy, the cloth slick. He closed his eyes tightly shut and hummed with pleasure as she stroked him. The friction was delightful and he was soon chanting her name as she pleasured him.
"There," he sobbed softly. "Oh, there, tighter!" She complied, kissing his cheek as just the tiniest whisper of a claw traced her lips. His eyes widened and he looked over to see her licking the tiny drip of blood away as she jerked him off. Hizashi hadn't known something like that could be so erotic but he came right away, his member twitching in her grip to coat them both with his seed.
"Whoa... wow." He blinked. "I'm not sure I would do that again, but, phew."
"Let's get you cleaned up." She took his hand and led him into the bathroom. "Poor baby, you're all over blood on your tummy."
"It's not so bad." He wiped at it and she slapped his hand away.
"I need to disinfect those!"
"Yes, dear," he said meekly.
Wanted
Shota/Els
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There he was, a slouched over black lump wearing headphones crammed over his messy black hair again as he typed. This rendered him unnaproachable, as he would be listening too intently to speak to anyone. If anybody dared he would become so hostile the person would apologize profusely and then flee. He hadn't been so cruel to her, of course, but he did get jumpy when she tried.
Elly sighed dismally and sat down at her computer to get her work done for the day. All week long Aizawa had been busy, or wearing those damn things, or out with his friend. Hizashi had been tight-lipped for once, not talking about whatever it was they might be doing during times she wanted to spend with him alone.
She missed him.
Elly moped around that night, waiting for him to come home after a very late - now early morning -- patrol. She had the radio turned on to Present Mic's program and was listening like usual, laying about in bed and fooling around on some stupid game on her phone. The music lowered and the cheerful Voice Hero popped back on again, advising his listeners that he had a very special request. This was odd enough that she perked an ear, paying a bit more attention.
Mic paused, then rolled right along into his lower pitched, serious voice. "This next song goes out to a very lucky kitten known simply as this man's 'queen'."
Her ears snapped upright and she dropped her phone on her stomach.
<i>Wait, what?</i>
"The scruffy bastard is working hard right now, but wants you to know how much he misses you when you're apart, and that he loves you very much. Here goes."
She turned it up, realizing in a burst of intuition this is what he had been doing all week: picking a song. The music started and Elly started to laugh even as she cried.
"Country," she wheezed under her breath. "He picked a <i>country</i> song."
Of course she couldn't quite hear if she wasn't paying attention, so she stifled her giggles and listened. The song was a man telling his beloved that he wanted to "wrap them up" and make them feel safe, warm, and very much wanted. She hadn't thought Shota picked up on her insecurities, but she realized she should have known better. Nothing escaped the man. The theme was punnish but clear as well, and quite adorable. His capture thread was part of him, and he wrapped people up indeed. As the song faded out she turned the radio off and laid back on their bed, closing her eyes. He had gone through all that trouble for one moment where he could communicate romantically with her. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with a crumpled tissue.
When Aizawa came home later that morning he went directly to bed, shedding bits of his hero costume along the way until he wore only a pair of gray boxer briefs. She threw back the sheets so he could crawl under with her.
"I heard it."
"Good." He kissed her lips gently. "I'm still awake, but just barely." He yawned. "I took today off so we can spend the day together, though. Talk more then, okay?"
"Perfect." She snuggled close, not caring that he was sweaty. He grunted, threw his arms and legs around her and was soon asleep. Elly sighed and soon followed his example, smiling sweetly in complete comfort.
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There he was, a slouched over black lump wearing headphones crammed over his messy black hair again as he typed. This rendered him unnaproachable, as he would be listening too intently to speak to anyone. If anybody dared he would become so hostile the person would apologize profusely and then flee. He hadn't been so cruel to her, of course, but he did get jumpy when she tried.
Elly sighed dismally and sat down at her computer to get her work done for the day. All week long Aizawa had been busy, or wearing those damn things, or out with his friend. Hizashi had been tight-lipped for once, not talking about whatever it was they might be doing during times she wanted to spend with him alone.
She missed him.
Elly moped around that night, waiting for him to come home after a very late - now early morning -- patrol. She had the radio turned on to Present Mic's program and was listening like usual, laying about in bed and fooling around on some stupid game on her phone. The music lowered and the cheerful Voice Hero popped back on again, advising his listeners that he had a very special request. This was odd enough that she perked an ear, paying a bit more attention.
Mic paused, then rolled right along into his lower pitched, serious voice. "This next song goes out to a very lucky kitten known simply as this man's 'queen'."
Her ears snapped upright and she dropped her phone on her stomach.
<i>Wait, what?</i>
"The scruffy bastard is working hard right now, but wants you to know how much he misses you when you're apart, and that he loves you very much. Here goes."
She turned it up, realizing in a burst of intuition this is what he had been doing all week: picking a song. The music started and Elly started to laugh even as she cried.
"Country," she wheezed under her breath. "He picked a <i>country</i> song."
Of course she couldn't quite hear if she wasn't paying attention, so she stifled her giggles and listened. The song was a man telling his beloved that he wanted to "wrap them up" and make them feel safe, warm, and very much wanted. She hadn't thought Shota picked up on her insecurities, but she realized she should have known better. Nothing escaped the man. The theme was punnish but clear as well, and quite adorable. His capture thread was part of him, and he wrapped people up indeed. As the song faded out she turned the radio off and laid back on their bed, closing her eyes. He had gone through all that trouble for one moment where he could communicate romantically with her. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes with a crumpled tissue.
When Aizawa came home later that morning he went directly to bed, shedding bits of his hero costume along the way until he wore only a pair of gray boxer briefs. She threw back the sheets so he could crawl under with her.
"I heard it."
"Good." He kissed her lips gently. "I'm still awake, but just barely." He yawned. "I took today off so we can spend the day together, though. Talk more then, okay?"
"Perfect." She snuggled close, not caring that he was sweaty. He grunted, threw his arms and legs around her and was soon asleep. Elly sighed and soon followed his example, smiling sweetly in complete comfort.
Exploited Weakness
Shota/Els
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"You have a weakness to be exploited, Mr. Aizawa," the teenager said confidently. "I'm one of the lucky first to test it out."
The older man lifted his chin, pulling his goggles down slightly to grin wickedly at his student. "You had better be certain. And quit talking so much - " His capture scarves whipped out, snapping taut as they wrapped around his target. "It's an old trick. You're leaving yourself open to surprise attacks."
"Worked, though," he panted, glancing over to another area of the arena from the ground where he had fallen. A loud hiss of surprise caused Aizawa to spin around in concern. Elly had been on the sidelines, sitting with the rest of the class. His eyes narrowed dangerously when he saw she had fallen over and was rolled into a tight ball of pain. That brief moment of concern enabled a counterattack from the teen's partner, and he was suddenly in the air, his target's bonds loosened. The pair got to the safety line as he stared in consternation at them, choosing instead to rush to the cat woman's side.
The look on his face.
The students cringed back as his eyes flashed red and his hair swept upright once more. There was more than anger in those worn features and that startled them; they believed they had seen the man pushed to his limits before. This, however, was a new Eraserhead. His jaw clenched as he grasped her in his arms.
"Stay here!" He snapped, turning his back and rushing out towards the nurse's office.
The teenagers were torn between enjoying a victory and seeing the raging agony in their teacher's eyes.
"It wasn't in the rules!" Midoriya was torn. He was happy Uraraka had managed to pull one over on the gruff teacher, but the look on the man's face when he had seen Ms. Sketchit collapse had been agonized.
"We were right, by the way. He does like her."
"Like?! That showed more than like."
"They're totally doing it," a creepy voice husked from the center of the group. Froppy absently slapped the grape-headed lech with her tongue. "What?! They are!"
"No one wants to hear that," she told him.
"He does this kind of thing to us all the time, remember?" Iida pointed out all the moments the man had tricked them. "He keeps telling us to be ready for anything."
"He wasn't ready for that," Midoriya whispered.
Elly woke in Recovery Girl's office not too long after. "What happened?" She groaned, rubbing her head.
"My students decided to test my resolve," Aizawa said grimly. "They hurt you to distract me."
"Ohhh." She winced. "Ow. I don't think that one knows how strong he is."
"You're tired today." His face burned as he admitted that, knowing it was his fault.
"Yeah, and I should have been paying attention. We both learned a lesson, huh?"
He clenched his fists. Damn it, he was proud in a fucked up sort of way for his class. That attack showed they were actively learning about their opponents and not afraid to use the information they gathered. But to hurt the woman he loved - it stung that he didn't see this coming. Worse, this was indeed a new weakness and real villains could exploit it. She might get injured next time, not just stunned in school in a training session. He had only just begun to realize how illogical his actions around her were. There was so much more at stake than what he originally thought.
"I think we did. Perhaps we shouldn't be together."
"Sh - Shota?" Her ears drooped so low they blended into her hair.
"You had better call me Aizawa again," he told her curtly, turning his back so she couldn't see his expression. "We are on school grounds. That, or Eraserhead." He was fairly certain he was deadpan - he had good practice at it -- but he wanted to make sure. He didn't feel stoic. His throat was closing up and his eyes were burning in a strange new way, not dry, but with the threat of tears.
"Shota," she said stubbornly. "I'm the counselor here, remember? I know why you're doing this."
He walked off.
Elly struggled to remain calm as she hurried after him. Chiyo was in another room getting supplies, so she didn't realize her patient was wandering away.
"You're worried I'll get hurt because we're together," she continued, trying to rush up to get a look at his face. "Don't be that way! This is more than just your decision!"
He reached the teacher's lounge and placed a hand on the door, head bowed. She gently touched the back of his head, stroking his long, dark hair. "Please," she husked, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from answering. It was obvious that she had started to cry. Her breathing was erratic, her voice ragged. "This is so f - fucking soap opera stupid, don't leave me. Not now."
Aizawa closed his eyes, tightening his resolve, drawing it around him like a shield. He said nothing but opened the door and walked inside. It was quiet and calmer here, but there was a commotion almost instantly outside the door where he had left her. After a couple of minutes Mic banged in after him, awkwardly carried a sobbing Elly inside and looking around for any help.
"It'll be okay, I dunno what happened, but uh, Midnight!" He hissed this last in a desperate attempt to peel her off him. The darker-haired woman shook her head and pointed to Aizawa, who was radiating an aura of pitch-dark depression. He slumped in his bag in the corner, facing the wall so no one could see him. "Wait... did you guys fight?"
"I think he broke up with me," Elly whimpered, giving up on standing entirely as the weight of the statement struck her. Mic swore loudly and grabbed her before she hit the ground.
"Eraser, you asshole!" The voice hero wasted no time striding over to his friend. "Els just told me what you did. Idiot!" He kicked the sleeping bag, hard.
Aizawa snarled, whipping his head around. The kick had enraged him so much he forgot why he had been hiding. Elly was in tears in Hizashi's arms, and Shota was doing the same on the floor. His hair was in a permanent state of flux, rising and falling as if a wind was blowing in the very still room. His pale face was streaked with wet trails down his cheeks.
"Idiot," Mic repeated, then dumped Elly on top of him. Aizawa swore loudly, whipping himself around like a strange caterpillar to catch her with his body. He wriggled his hands free, clutching her to him so tightly she gasped.
"You are an idiot," she wept.
"I need to protect you," he groaned. "What if being with me is too dangerous?"
She wrenched away from him and stood wobbling on unsteady legs. Her tears had dried for the time being, and he saw nothing but fury in her eyes now. "So you break up with me? The day you learn I'm pregnant?!"
Every single one of the people in the room froze. Mic's jaw dropped and he stumbled into a chair as Midnight clapped her hands over her mouth. Yagi had been standing in a far corner and he spat blood farther than usual in a sudden coughing fit. Cementoss was so still he looked like a statue with clothing, caught holding a coffee cup mid-sip.
"Cheshire..." He reached for her but she hissed at him and spun around, tail whipping through the air. She stormed out the door with one hand unconsciously held on her belly. No one spoke for a very long time, and all that could be heard was Yagi's labored breathing as he struggled to regain composure.
Mic broke the silence. "You... fucking... idiot!" He yelled, slapping the table so hard he snatched his hand back, shaking it in pain. "Dammit," he muttered.
"We heard she got injured in the training session," Midnight said softly. "That doesn't mean she'll always get hurt, Eraser."
Coffee dribbled out of Cementoss' mouth as he remained frozen with shock.
"She's - she said she was..." Yagi wiped the blood off his chin and wobbled as fast as he could out the door after her. "I'll bring her back," he promised, walking quickly out into the deserted hall.
"Elly!" He spoke in her native language and used her first name, cupping his hands around his mouth to reach farther. "We want you safe. Come out."
"Safe." He jumped; she had been invisible, standing close behind him. "That's what started this is the first place."
"Aizawa's just doing what he thought was right. Granted, he ah, didn't think things through this time. But he loves you. I've known the guy since he was young and he's never lost his composure like that."
"What if he doesn't really love me, Toshi?" She wiped her eyes as they started to tear again.
"We'll figure everything out." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You won't be alone."
"I'm so scared."
There was really nothing he could say to that. He just nodded and opened the door, ushering her back in.
"Tell her the truth, Aizawa," he told the Erasure Hero sternly, leading her to the depressed looking man's side.
"I didn't like the fact that I wasn't in control," he admitted softly. Elly sat and sniffled, trying to hold back more tears. Mic was standing nearby and he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, shaking him a little to get his attention. When Aizawa looked up, blinking, he pantomimed holding someone in his arms, stroking their hair. The other man's eyes narrowed and he shooed him out. He did, however, scoot his chair beside hers and reach for her.
"I'm sorry. I was wrong to suggest something so terrible. I hurt you." She bit her lip, flinching when he touched her cheek. He wanted more than anything to wipe the pain off her tightly drawn features right now, and he tried again. "Look..." He sighed. "I wasn't going to do this yet, but you need it now."
He took her hand in his and reached into a pocket on his suit. She watched quietly, eyes bleary with unshed tears, as he produced a very small, very plain, very unmistakable box.
"Shota?"
He said nothing, just opened it and took the ring out, slipping it on her finger. She sat staring at in disbelief. It was white gold, set with a flat series of small diamonds.
"Did you get this..."
"I've had it," he sighed, "for a month now." He nodded at her expression. "Yes, before I knew." He paused, the added, "Eri helped pick it out."
"You - but you just..."
He sighed one more time, his eyes meeting hers as he held her hand. "I made a mistake. I was nervous. This," he indicated the ring, raising her hand to his lips, and kissed it without breaking eye contact. "This is not a mistake. I love you, and the little one inside you."
This time her tears were happy as she sobbed, flinging her arms around his neck. "You scared me so much!"
"I know," he grinned feverishly. "I'm an idiot."
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"You have a weakness to be exploited, Mr. Aizawa," the teenager said confidently. "I'm one of the lucky first to test it out."
The older man lifted his chin, pulling his goggles down slightly to grin wickedly at his student. "You had better be certain. And quit talking so much - " His capture scarves whipped out, snapping taut as they wrapped around his target. "It's an old trick. You're leaving yourself open to surprise attacks."
"Worked, though," he panted, glancing over to another area of the arena from the ground where he had fallen. A loud hiss of surprise caused Aizawa to spin around in concern. Elly had been on the sidelines, sitting with the rest of the class. His eyes narrowed dangerously when he saw she had fallen over and was rolled into a tight ball of pain. That brief moment of concern enabled a counterattack from the teen's partner, and he was suddenly in the air, his target's bonds loosened. The pair got to the safety line as he stared in consternation at them, choosing instead to rush to the cat woman's side.
The look on his face.
The students cringed back as his eyes flashed red and his hair swept upright once more. There was more than anger in those worn features and that startled them; they believed they had seen the man pushed to his limits before. This, however, was a new Eraserhead. His jaw clenched as he grasped her in his arms.
"Stay here!" He snapped, turning his back and rushing out towards the nurse's office.
The teenagers were torn between enjoying a victory and seeing the raging agony in their teacher's eyes.
"It wasn't in the rules!" Midoriya was torn. He was happy Uraraka had managed to pull one over on the gruff teacher, but the look on the man's face when he had seen Ms. Sketchit collapse had been agonized.
"We were right, by the way. He does like her."
"Like?! That showed more than like."
"They're totally doing it," a creepy voice husked from the center of the group. Froppy absently slapped the grape-headed lech with her tongue. "What?! They are!"
"No one wants to hear that," she told him.
"He does this kind of thing to us all the time, remember?" Iida pointed out all the moments the man had tricked them. "He keeps telling us to be ready for anything."
"He wasn't ready for that," Midoriya whispered.
Elly woke in Recovery Girl's office not too long after. "What happened?" She groaned, rubbing her head.
"My students decided to test my resolve," Aizawa said grimly. "They hurt you to distract me."
"Ohhh." She winced. "Ow. I don't think that one knows how strong he is."
"You're tired today." His face burned as he admitted that, knowing it was his fault.
"Yeah, and I should have been paying attention. We both learned a lesson, huh?"
He clenched his fists. Damn it, he was proud in a fucked up sort of way for his class. That attack showed they were actively learning about their opponents and not afraid to use the information they gathered. But to hurt the woman he loved - it stung that he didn't see this coming. Worse, this was indeed a new weakness and real villains could exploit it. She might get injured next time, not just stunned in school in a training session. He had only just begun to realize how illogical his actions around her were. There was so much more at stake than what he originally thought.
"I think we did. Perhaps we shouldn't be together."
"Sh - Shota?" Her ears drooped so low they blended into her hair.
"You had better call me Aizawa again," he told her curtly, turning his back so she couldn't see his expression. "We are on school grounds. That, or Eraserhead." He was fairly certain he was deadpan - he had good practice at it -- but he wanted to make sure. He didn't feel stoic. His throat was closing up and his eyes were burning in a strange new way, not dry, but with the threat of tears.
"Shota," she said stubbornly. "I'm the counselor here, remember? I know why you're doing this."
He walked off.
Elly struggled to remain calm as she hurried after him. Chiyo was in another room getting supplies, so she didn't realize her patient was wandering away.
"You're worried I'll get hurt because we're together," she continued, trying to rush up to get a look at his face. "Don't be that way! This is more than just your decision!"
He reached the teacher's lounge and placed a hand on the door, head bowed. She gently touched the back of his head, stroking his long, dark hair. "Please," she husked, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from answering. It was obvious that she had started to cry. Her breathing was erratic, her voice ragged. "This is so f - fucking soap opera stupid, don't leave me. Not now."
Aizawa closed his eyes, tightening his resolve, drawing it around him like a shield. He said nothing but opened the door and walked inside. It was quiet and calmer here, but there was a commotion almost instantly outside the door where he had left her. After a couple of minutes Mic banged in after him, awkwardly carried a sobbing Elly inside and looking around for any help.
"It'll be okay, I dunno what happened, but uh, Midnight!" He hissed this last in a desperate attempt to peel her off him. The darker-haired woman shook her head and pointed to Aizawa, who was radiating an aura of pitch-dark depression. He slumped in his bag in the corner, facing the wall so no one could see him. "Wait... did you guys fight?"
"I think he broke up with me," Elly whimpered, giving up on standing entirely as the weight of the statement struck her. Mic swore loudly and grabbed her before she hit the ground.
"Eraser, you asshole!" The voice hero wasted no time striding over to his friend. "Els just told me what you did. Idiot!" He kicked the sleeping bag, hard.
Aizawa snarled, whipping his head around. The kick had enraged him so much he forgot why he had been hiding. Elly was in tears in Hizashi's arms, and Shota was doing the same on the floor. His hair was in a permanent state of flux, rising and falling as if a wind was blowing in the very still room. His pale face was streaked with wet trails down his cheeks.
"Idiot," Mic repeated, then dumped Elly on top of him. Aizawa swore loudly, whipping himself around like a strange caterpillar to catch her with his body. He wriggled his hands free, clutching her to him so tightly she gasped.
"You are an idiot," she wept.
"I need to protect you," he groaned. "What if being with me is too dangerous?"
She wrenched away from him and stood wobbling on unsteady legs. Her tears had dried for the time being, and he saw nothing but fury in her eyes now. "So you break up with me? The day you learn I'm pregnant?!"
Every single one of the people in the room froze. Mic's jaw dropped and he stumbled into a chair as Midnight clapped her hands over her mouth. Yagi had been standing in a far corner and he spat blood farther than usual in a sudden coughing fit. Cementoss was so still he looked like a statue with clothing, caught holding a coffee cup mid-sip.
"Cheshire..." He reached for her but she hissed at him and spun around, tail whipping through the air. She stormed out the door with one hand unconsciously held on her belly. No one spoke for a very long time, and all that could be heard was Yagi's labored breathing as he struggled to regain composure.
Mic broke the silence. "You... fucking... idiot!" He yelled, slapping the table so hard he snatched his hand back, shaking it in pain. "Dammit," he muttered.
"We heard she got injured in the training session," Midnight said softly. "That doesn't mean she'll always get hurt, Eraser."
Coffee dribbled out of Cementoss' mouth as he remained frozen with shock.
"She's - she said she was..." Yagi wiped the blood off his chin and wobbled as fast as he could out the door after her. "I'll bring her back," he promised, walking quickly out into the deserted hall.
"Elly!" He spoke in her native language and used her first name, cupping his hands around his mouth to reach farther. "We want you safe. Come out."
"Safe." He jumped; she had been invisible, standing close behind him. "That's what started this is the first place."
"Aizawa's just doing what he thought was right. Granted, he ah, didn't think things through this time. But he loves you. I've known the guy since he was young and he's never lost his composure like that."
"What if he doesn't really love me, Toshi?" She wiped her eyes as they started to tear again.
"We'll figure everything out." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You won't be alone."
"I'm so scared."
There was really nothing he could say to that. He just nodded and opened the door, ushering her back in.
"Tell her the truth, Aizawa," he told the Erasure Hero sternly, leading her to the depressed looking man's side.
"I didn't like the fact that I wasn't in control," he admitted softly. Elly sat and sniffled, trying to hold back more tears. Mic was standing nearby and he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, shaking him a little to get his attention. When Aizawa looked up, blinking, he pantomimed holding someone in his arms, stroking their hair. The other man's eyes narrowed and he shooed him out. He did, however, scoot his chair beside hers and reach for her.
"I'm sorry. I was wrong to suggest something so terrible. I hurt you." She bit her lip, flinching when he touched her cheek. He wanted more than anything to wipe the pain off her tightly drawn features right now, and he tried again. "Look..." He sighed. "I wasn't going to do this yet, but you need it now."
He took her hand in his and reached into a pocket on his suit. She watched quietly, eyes bleary with unshed tears, as he produced a very small, very plain, very unmistakable box.
"Shota?"
He said nothing, just opened it and took the ring out, slipping it on her finger. She sat staring at in disbelief. It was white gold, set with a flat series of small diamonds.
"Did you get this..."
"I've had it," he sighed, "for a month now." He nodded at her expression. "Yes, before I knew." He paused, the added, "Eri helped pick it out."
"You - but you just..."
He sighed one more time, his eyes meeting hers as he held her hand. "I made a mistake. I was nervous. This," he indicated the ring, raising her hand to his lips, and kissed it without breaking eye contact. "This is not a mistake. I love you, and the little one inside you."
This time her tears were happy as she sobbed, flinging her arms around his neck. "You scared me so much!"
"I know," he grinned feverishly. "I'm an idiot."
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