Valentine's Day (Shota) 2019

Shota/Els
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Aizawa drew in a large, shaky breath. His girlfriend was laying on his bed wearing nothing but a pair of shiny looking panties. They had never made love before and he had only seen her nude to the waist. His fingers flexed at the thought of tearing the underwear off and plunging into her secret heat. 

"You okay, Shota?" She purred inquisitively, pointing to her lower belly. "I have a surprise for you... they're black licorice flavored. No salmiakki, unfortunately, but it was the best I could do."

"Wait," he whispered through suddenly dry lips. "Ches, <i>they're edible</i>?"

"Oh goodness, yes. I couldn't let Valentine's Day go by without getting you something, and I know you don't like sweets." She squealed as he jumped onto the bed, tearing off his shirt as he crawled quickly over.

"You did this," he growled roughly, kissing her on the neck while he grabbed at her waist eagerly. She started to shake as he pressed his mouth onto hers in a long, exploratory kiss. Their tongues twined passionately together and he drew back only when he needed air. "Ahhhh, my queen, I'm going to eat every last bit of that off your body." 

"Do it, Sho. Use your teeth, your tongue..." She twined her hands into his messy dark hair as he licked hotly down her thigh. "Yes, dear. Oh my god ... yes."

He wasted no time and nibbled experimentally on the top, his eyes closed as he chewed, then swallowed. "Nmm."

"Good?"

"Better than good." Aizawa ran his tongue along the edge, causing her pale skin to quiver. "But I want the treat inside."

Elly miaowed seductively. "I want you to have that, too."

"Look at this." He tickled close to her warmth and found the confection a bit sticky there. "You're going to melt these off if I don't hurry." He lapped hungrily between her legs, licking the thin covering off until he could see the pink flesh underneath. 

"Your tongue feels so good."

"I bet it'll feel even better when I get the rest of this... here, stand up. Or kneel."

She nodded and he grasped her arms to pull her into a position where he could reach her rear. She hissed with desire when he slid under her so she was sitting up on him. He tongued between her plump cheeks and slowly tore the covering off while she pressed a hand to her mouth to try and hold her cries back. 

"<i>Shota!</i>" 

"Hold on, lover." He nuzzled the base of her tail and kissed the striped fur. "They're going to fall off and I'm coming for you." They maneuvered about so that he was on top of her again, and, as he had predicted, the edible undies fell off at last. He chuckled and tossed them aside, laying low and rubbing his stubbled cheek on her thigh. "Do you want me to finish you with my mouth?"

She blinked at him, face burning hotly. 

"I can, Ches. I can make you come with my fingers, or my tongue, or, if you like, my exquisitely throbbing cock." He winced as he spoke this last and the act caused him to add to the torturous pressure in his groin. "You've  - you've made me want you very much."

"Will you make love to me, Shota Aizawa?" She spoke so softly he almost didn't hear.

He smiled at her. "It has to be love, Ches. I just ate licorice panties off you. I can honestly say I have never, and will never do that for anyone else in my lifetime."

Her lips twitched in an answering grin. "Then come over here and give me your body."

"I will very gladly do that."

"Mmm, happy Valentine's Day."

"For both of us," he murmured.

Power Outage

Shouta/Els
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Elly was one of the few people that could move freely during this surprise power outage, and she checked on the students first before moving to her fellow teachers. When she knocked on Aizawa's door, there was a lot of swearing before he flung it open.

Her ears flicked in astonishment. He was breathing in quick, little pants, the whites of his eyes huge and bright in the darkness. He reached for her blindly when she called out, and she noted with alarm that his hands were shaking and cold.

"Aizawa! Are you okay?"

He let out a strangled stream of curses, clinging tightly to her shirt. "I'm... afraid of the dark."

"But don't you go on nightly patrols?"

"Street lights," he grunted cryptically. She understood; there was almost always some type of light in the city.

"Well, here, let me in. You have a flashlight, right?"

"Batteries went out." He suffered her to lead him to his own couch, where he sat clumsily without letting her go.

"I can't find light for you if you don't let me go," she said softly.

"Don't leave," he pleaded, his head down and hands still clutching her in desperation.

"Okay. But you'll have to let go so I can sit. I promise I'll stay right here." He nodded and dropped his hands limply into his lap. Elly sat close beside him. "How come no one came to help you?"

"No one knows." He sounded disgusted with himself but there was an obvious undercurrent of fear in his tone. She reached out with a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him. He gasped, then responded by flinging his about her as well, pressing so tightly against her she could feel the jackhammer beat of his heart.

"I'm sorry. I would have come quicker if I knew."

"Don't tell."

"Aizawa, I'm a counselor. I never tell anything anyone tells me in confidence."

He sighed tremulously. "Nevertheless, you must think I'm a fool."

Elly blinked. "Why?"

"This is so illogical!" He looked up, his eyes flashing red as he lost control of his quirk in his anger.

"Your power is in your eyes," she told him seriously, placing a gentle hand on one of his cheeks to steady him. "It's only natural you would fear losing the ability to see."

"Damn it," he choked. "Ches..."

"I don't think you're a fool," she murmured. "If anything, I'm the stupid one here." She cleared her throat and tried to laugh past the tension but he was having none of that.

"Why?" He placed his hand over hers when she tried to move it.

The Insanity Hero could hardly breathe as his rough palm covered her own. The simplest touch was electrifying, and his closeness was starting to produce several very strong reactions in her body. She had started to sweat lightly and her heart was pounding as fast as his, yet for a different reason. She felt as if she were, indeed, going mad.

"Aizawa - "

"We're in my apartment. Call me Shota." He jumped as a breaker nearby suddenly exploded with a shower of sparks. The man was so terrified and she was so impossibly attracted to him that she did the first thing that came to mind - she lifted his chin and softly kissed him. He rubbed his hands part way down her back, then up to plunge in her hair as the kiss deepened. Elly did the same, giddy with the feel of his dry lips eagerly devouring her own.

"Wait..."

"Don't stop."

"You're vulnerable," she husked onto his neck as he mouthed hers hotly. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

"You're not." He nipped, then started to suck. She cried out and sank down onto the couch with him following, looming above her in the dark. "I've wanted you. Distract me, Ches. Make me hot instead of afraid."

"Shit," she gasped. "Come on then." She pulled him down and they came together with a purr and a groan. He liked to use his teeth, sucking and nibbling, catching her tongue in his mouth and toying with it. She drove him wild by lapping at his lips, little teasing motions that grew bolder as they progressed. Their bodies writhed together, though their hands remained above each other's waists in an unspoken agreement. They kissed again and again, not knowing where one ended and the other began, not caring about the drips of saliva except to lick them passionately away. Aizawa's hair framed her face, tickling it, and she moaned and pulled it back gently, liking the silky weight. He grinned - she felt his lips stretch on her cheek -- and used his quirk so it lifted upright.

"Yes! More," she begged shamelessly. "You're so fucking sexy, Shota."

He choked in amazement but complied, this time nearly bruising her lips with the intensity of the kiss. Both were so involved that they didn't hear the knock at the door. Unluckily, Elly hadn't bolted it shut after she came inside since she had her hands full at the time.

Hizashi shone the flashlight around the room. "Hey Sho - woooow!" He nearly dropped it in shock at the scene before him. "Oh. Well. Uh..."

"Shit!" Aizawa squinted at him in the light. "This better be good, damn it!"

"Yeah, uh... we're all gonna meet in the school gymnasium. Couple of those kids of yours made some stuff and there's limited power. So, um. Yeah." He cleared his throat.

"Fine."

"Uh." Hizashi stammered in embarrassment. "You want me to wait, or..?"

He glared flatly at his friend, then sighed wearily. "We are going to need a minute."

Nekotonezumi - 2

Shota/Els AU

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"Not my right. My duty." He rummaged through his bag and pulled an extra robe out. "Put this on."

She did with some reluctance, sniffing at the fabric distastefully. "This smells like you, filth."

"Ah, good times." Hizashi grinned wickedly. "Remember when I first insulted you, ya hairless monkey?"

"I'm not hairless, and yes. You all run your mouths pretty well."

"Hairless monkey? That's more than he deserves. He's a mouse."

"A mouse, eh?" He picked her up when she refused to move, slinging her over his shoulder and ignoring her shriek of protest. "You do realize in our culture the mouse is held in greater regard than the cat?"

"Because the filthy thing tricked the cat!" 

"That's true, isn't it, Hizashi?"

"Yeah, you told me your fairy tales." 

"Besides," she snarled angrily, "like all vermin, your eyes glow red in the dark."

Hizashi doubled over laughing. They had walked a fair distance from the graves now, and the demon hunter plopped her down like a sack off his shoulder, eliciting another yowl from the cat woman. He snorted laughter and began setting up camp for the night. 

"Well." Aizawa busied himself laying sticks in a pattern for their nightly fire. "This mouse caught a cat very easily once again. So there must be something to the tales."

"I don't like using my strongest power!" She made a terrible face and pulled her hands inside her sleeves. "That's the only reason you caught me, you disgusting human!"

"Easy now," the thunder demon murmured, swirling around Aizawa's side. "You know he's part demon himself."

"No, he's not. He might have some blood in his veins, but he's not one of us." She spat, her face twisted in pain. "Only a human would inflict this much suffering without cause."

"She's got you there, y'know."

"Shut up!" He stared down at the cat woman. "There is cause here. You're being brought back to the village you terrorized. They'll decide what to do with you."

"Those idiots! I didn't do anything to them!"

"Yes." He checked her collar, making sure it wasn't about to come loose. "That's what they all say, cat."

"Don't call me cat. I'm not a beast."

"Oh? You have a name?"

"Eruri Fang." She thrust her lower lip out. "I'm called Elly now."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "That confirms my theory, you realize. Named demons are stronger. More of a danger to humanity."

"More lies. Humans name things to control them. They hate things they don't understand, so they tack words they do unto them. I didn't get stronger because of a stupid name."

The Abyss

Els/Shota AU
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It was night time in the small cove where a furtive figure darted about, checking and triple checking lists and equipment. A round metal vessel with powerful engines floated in the dark water, and the figure finally clambered inside, the hatch squealing closed behind them.

"Check, check... scrubber's fine, okay. Backup. Radio, just in case." The person lifted their head, tucking twin purple locks of hair behind her ears. "I'm ready," she gasped with nervous excitement. "Time to visit the depths."

Elly had always been fascinated by the ocean abyss. When others thought the moon was the "final frontier", she wondered why people didn't understand they didn't know everything about their own planet yet! Well, she was out to change that. This tiny sub was capable of travelling far down into the deepest parts of the ocean. She grinned and set it in motion, crossing her fingers.

"Here we go."

The Ocean Zones were breathtaking; each one with its own beauty, colors, and creatures. She watched, entranced, as Sunlight gave way to Twilight, where silvery sparkles flashed by in schools and jellyfish bubbled past her tiny viewing window. These gave way to the Midnight zone with zooming red shrimps and flashy hatchet fish. She found she had started to hold her breath when the inky darkness slipped into the eerie Abyss. Her vessel couldn't reach the Trenches, but this would be enough for now.

There would be nothing... and then, suddenly, a cascade of fireworks, lights flashing in cascades or bursts all around. She saw a couple of angler fish, giant females with their tiny, parasitic mates attached to the sides of their bodies.

Twin red dots flashed in the darkness, zeroing in on her submersible. They seemed to be tracking her wherever she went, though she knew that was foolish. It was probably just a few creatures showing up at different times when she looked up. There was a larger flash of light and she frowned, shocked at the size. That lure was much bigger than anything previously recorded. Thinking it might be a new species, she positioned the craft and aimed directly at it, shining the sub's light into the water.

The creature blinked, confused. What was this huge thing doing in the deep? His own bulk was immense; nothing else approached it except the errant dead whale that drifted down to settle on the ocean floor from time to time. No, this thing was rounder and more intriguingly, seemed to be made up of different colors he never saw down this far. So he followed, keeping a safe distance away but not letting it out of his sight. Then bright lights flashed, and he saw into the porthole on the side. There was a woman inside it! He gasped in shock, bubbles rising as he used his mouth for something other than eating underwater. He had to get closer now. She looked pale, pretty, and just as lonely as he was.

He flicked out his lure again, enticingly, hoping she could see it and would know it was a signal.

Elly's eyes widened. When she turned the lights one way, the bioluminescence deliberately moved away. It was almost as if this being was sentient and trying to converse with her. Of course, that was insane, and she admitted to herself with a low chuckle that she was probably just oxygen deprived. She stayed still, lowering the intensity of the light to see if it would come closer.

He whisked his tail through the water, bringing him up to the window before he could think too much. Elly was staring intently out as he rushed forward, and she let out a startled yelp as the impossible happened. The face of the creature was illuminated by the search light, showing white skin and jet black hair stubbling along a very human upper lip and jaw. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief - it was a man! He blinked at her, stunned partially by the light he was not accustomed to, and placed a hand on the small window. There was a thin network of webbing but there were definitely four fingers and a thumb. She reached out and held hers up against it.

It was so small, her hand on his. He saw that he had been correct, this was a female. But why was she was locked inside this hard shell where he couldn't reach? After all this time he had finally found another, and now he wasn't even able to communicate properly. He moved closer and sadly pressed his face to the little hand. How he wished she could touch him.

He had dark circles under his glowing red eyes, patches that shone when he turned his head sharply to wave something out of the way. She didn't see the lure but knew he had been the one using it to communicate. One eye had a frightening looking scar underneath it, remnants of a fight perhaps, but she could only vaguely guess with what. Unfortunately, she was running out of time and had to start the long journey up. Elly pointed, desperate to let him know where she was going. She didn't want to leave, especially now, but she would die when the scrubber couldn't oxygenate the air any longer. He frowned, watching her as she frantically pointed, then realized she was a mammal that needed air and the shell could only hold so much. He nodded, hair flowing about in the dim light, then tapped his chest and pointed up as well.

She looked alarmed and pantomimed an explosion. He understood her concern as he had once taken a creature from the deep up with him when he was little. He shook his head to alleviate her fears. No, he could travel all the way up and yes, he was following her. The only difference would be he would surface in the open sea instead of the cave he normally used. He knew the dangers but couldn't help himself. None of the land mammals had ever come to his domain before and his parents had been very explicit in their rules. No one of their kind was to make contact unless they were reached out to first.

The trip up was even more exhilarating than the other had been. She cursed the tiny porthole a thousand times, unable to see him in his entirety as he swam around her sub. Once, a bull shark swam close and he spread his arms out as if to protect her until it swam away. She was growing fond of him already and wondered what his name was, if he even had one. She had so many questions!

The surface loomed at last and her heart pounded madly as they reached it together. The sea sparkled with the shiny points of so many stars overhead, shattering in a silvery fountain as he broke the calm surface. He swept his hands around to pull his hair back as he breached, the gills on his neck flattening and smoothing into near invisibility. In the light of the moon his eyes looked gray and not red as they had in the abyss. She hurriedly popped the hatch and crawled out, glad it was a tropical climate and she had been wearing a swimsuit under her clothes. She could join him if it appeared safe. He waited for her patiently, his tail keeping him afloat as he watched her climb out. His lower half resembled that of a black dragon fish, smooth skinned with beautiful lights that ran down the dark length, designed to attract prey in the deep. It appeared more sinuous than a fish tail and much stronger, however. The base had a set of multiple fins and two feathered ones that covered him around halfway down.

"You're amazing," was all she could say.

He tilted his head as if struggling to remember something very difficult. "No... you are ... more." His voice was deep and soft.

"I'm glad you can speak," she sighed. "We seemed to communicate well enough under water, but I wasn't sure if you had the ability since you might not have had the need."

"I just... haven't in a long time." He shrugged as he swam closer to the sub. "No one to talk to anymore." When he got close he stared at her quizzically and held out his arms.

"Oh," she gasped. Well, there wasn't a question of wanting. She slipped down and into the water and his arms.

"You can swim."

"You sound surprised."

"Well..." He ducked his head under the water for a moment, then came back up with his lower lip twitching in dry amusement. "As graceful as any mammal can with those two sticks of yours, anyway."

She snorted. "Thanks. So, um. Do you have a name? Mine is Elly. Elly Sketchit."

"My family name is Aizawa. My ..." He paused, an expression of pain crossing his features momentarily. "Mother called me Shota."

"I have the feeling she isn't with you anymore. I'm sorry, Shota."

"I haven't seen anyone in a long time. They were gone when I was old enough to take care of myself."

"Your parents?"

He nodded. "I knew creatures that were half like me existed, but never saw any until you." His speech was flowing better now that he had been talking for awhile. "Let me hold you. Your sticks are tired."

"Legs," she laughed. "They're called legs."

"Whatever." He reached out and grasped her in his arms. She was surprised at the warmth of his body and grew shy at the close contact, blushing but willing since he seemed so sincere.

"You looked sad down there. You must have been lonely."

"I was." He sighed, rubbing the skin of her arm to compare it with his. "Not anymore."

"Well, um. That's good."

"You looked lonely, too. That's why I tried to contact you."

"You were the big light."

He nodded. "Yes."

"But how? I don't see anything except the markings on your tail or your ah - headlights," she added, motioning to the patches under his eyes.

He opened his mouth wide.

"Is that a - you do have a lure!"

"Yes." He unfurled the bioluminescent tip from his tongue and she measured it, exclaiming softly.

"Used to catch food in the abyss?"

He nodded, folding it back to lay hidden again. "I get a lot of fish from the upper levels, though. I only like the shrimps in the deep. The other things are not to my taste, and few and far between, as it were."

"Yeah. I have favorite foods, too." She patted the side of her cheek, harder when her mind refused to move from thoughts of kissing him. She was afraid she sounded like an idiot.

"Would you like to feel?" He placed a warm, smooth palm on the other side of her face as he approached her.

Elly felt dizzy. Here was this fantasy man, handsome and apparently very willing to be with her. It had been a long time since she had been with anyone, and, truth be told, she had become disillusioned with the human race. It was difficult to believe this was happening, and perhaps that's why she let him softly press his lips to hers. They kissed for some time, gently, mouths brushing against each other. Aizawa finally sighed and reached up to caress her other cheek, holding her to him as he fluttered his tongue inside. She met his touch with her own, sliding along his teeth and tongue. There was no way to detect the lure unless he used it and this fascinated her. Everything about him was thrilling and not just from a scientific point of view. Her heart beat so quickly she was on the verge of losing her breath and she closed her eyes, giving in to the moment.

Desire that had eluded him so long flooded his entire body as they kissed, pooling in his groin and making him pleasantly uncomfortable. That he wanted her was not the question and from her light touch as they kissed he knew she felt the same way. What he wasn't sure of was the way humans forged relationships. He wanted to be certain she would be his with or without the massive amount of pheremones he was secreting. His lure rolled out and he heard her gasp at the feathery touch far back in her throat.

"Wh - what's happening..?"

The tip of the lure burst, the symbiotic bacteria releasing into her system. About half remained in his now smaller line which he tucked away once more. "You can be mine," he murmured lowly.

"What..."

"You still have a choice. But I've imprinted with you. If you wish to be with me, the bacteria inside you will make it possible. If not, you may leave the water and they will die."

"I seriously have to be dreaming." She shook her head.

"If this were a dream, what would you do?" He asked curiously.

"I would let you take me away from all the stupid shit I have to deal with. From all the cruel people out there."

"And we could be happy?"

"Yes."

"Then do this." He bent and nibbled on her neck. "I have waited far too long to feel a lover's touch."

"Oh." Elly blushed, but pushed aside her inhibitions. This was either a real merman, or she was dreaming. In either case, he was attractive and she was honestly drawn to him. If it had been a club wouldn't she maybe go home with someone? This seemed far more personal and permanent than a one night stand. He was offering her a fantasy come true.

"Elly," he whimpered softly. "Please."

"Oh, Shota. I want you. I really do." She reached out and tentatively touched his chest.

Aizawa moaned softly as she kept going, stroking lower until she reached his tail. "Lower, please, lower..."

"I - I don't know what I'm doing. Or - or what to expect."

"Below the anal fin, there's a slit... there," he breathed as his sex slipped eagerly out into her hand. "You found me."

"Oh... oh, Shota, it's - you're just like a human here!"

"We mate with you if need be, that's why. Only a few differences..." He wheezed as she gently stroked him, "like how we can retract our genitalia."

"How do we..?"

Aizawa pulled her naked body close, facing him in the water. "Let me show you. My body knows what to do."

"Yes."

His tail curled around her lower half, the coils moving until he could maneuver his sex to hers. "I'm so glad you decided to mate with me," he panted. "I want you so much." He found her warm heat and sighed with pleasure. "Relax, and accept my body so that we can begin."

"God, Shota!" The penetration was intense. She had thought he was exactly like a human male but now she knew differently. "Wh - how?"

"Little bit on top of my penis, another on the tip." He thrust, grinning widely at her. "Designed to hit your pleasure spots. Makes us irresistible to you, keeps you with us while we finish."

"You were already irresistible!"

"Ahhh." He shuddered lightly all over. "Flatterer."

"I mean that. I mean, we just met..." She shivered with pleasure and fell backwards in his arms.

"My kind forges an instant bond with anyone we find suitable. You are a pretty mammal, and brave. I chose you."

"But you said I could choose!"

"You can. If you leave me, you will stay fully human. If you remain with me in the water, you will develop into one of my kind.

"Am I not pleasuring you enough?" His thrusts paused as a worried expression crept across his pale features. "I thought this act was supposed to be so good we would not talk so much."

She smiled, touching the side of his face briefly. "This is a big deal for me," she said seriously. "You're making me feel very good, I just wanted to be sure. Please don't stop."

"Ah," he grunted affably, resuming his movements to their mutual delight. She curled her legs around his tail and he wondered what it would be like when they were more suited for each other.



"You might want to hold onto me." She looked up at him. She really was lovely in her passion, he thought. The hectic patches of color on her cheeks, teary eyes and parted lips all combined to make her even more beautiful. He kissed her and slowly licked her lips, murmuring into her mouth. "My orgasm will fill you like no other."

"To - to make sure..."

"Yes." He locked his smoldering eyes on her. "To make sure I impregnate you."

"Sh - Shota, I'm on birth control, it..."

"I know what it means." He bit her neck, groaning in ecstasy. "That doesn't diminish my wanting to put a baby in you. I will come, twice, hard. Be prepared."

"Twice?!"

"I will make you come, too," he whispered in her ear. "Your body fits so perfectly with me inside it that there can be no doubt. Later..." He groaned loudly, his arms tightening around her as his release approached, "later I will love you again, and it will take. We're no longer alone, together!"

Both of them cried out in the still of the night, and no one heard.

Several months later a diver was sent to search for any clues as to where the marine biologist had gone. The sub had been found but no records, video or person had ever been recovered. He started at the dive site near the cove and sank down into the waters below. The route was set along the rocky wall of the bay and there was some thought that she may have gotten trapped in a hidden cavern. He searched aling the rock face, peering into holes and ducking moray eels that were viciously territorial along the way. He found nothing, only when he reached the maximum depth limit he spared a look down into the inky blackness she had dove into with her submersible. Frightening, that. You wouldn't catch him going so far down. The dark seemed almost to swirl with a malevolent force, moving under him. He choked when he realized there was something there! The dark shape moved in the water, and a terrifying pair of red eyes shone up at him for a moment. He yelped and swam away as quickly as he could, but not before he saw another, smaller form slip around to the larger one's side.

Aizawa stared up at the intruder with narrowed eyes. He watched as the human sped away to the surface with a great sense of relief. Those beings usually brought nothing but bad luck.

Usually.

Elly slipped close to his side, twining her long, dark tail with his. She shrugged and indicated that she would need food again. She was barely showing, her stomach only a small bump, but absolutely ravenous as to be expected. He placed an arm protectively around his mate and led her back to the deep underwater caverns that were their home.

May I Have this Dance

Shota/Els
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Aizawa sighed as he walked into the living room and saw his girlfriend pacing in front of their couch. "You've been irritable lately. What's wrong?"

"It's this stupid dance tonight. I hate dances!" Elly's ears flattened back and she actually hissed.

"Huh." He set his coffee down on the table and nodded. "I'm not fond of them, either."

"They're ridiculous. I don't want to go either."

"There's something really bothering you about this." Aizawa folded his arms, staring down at her with the stern gaze he normally reserved for his students. "Talk to me."

"Look!" She shoved her phone at him. An old photo showed him a much younger Elly. She seemed sad, her smile weak like she couldn't quite fake it. "Am I ugly there? Please, Shota, be honest."

He squinted at it. "I fail to see any difference other than age, Ches."

"Really?"

"Why do you sound suspicious?" Emotion crept into his voice slowly but surely as they spoke. "You're beautiful, my queen."

She tossed the phone carelessly on the table, causing it to skitter across until it banged lightly onto his mug. He winced. "Well, there had to be something. No one ever went with me to any dance. Ever! No one would ask! It was like, if someone would've been seen with me their life would be ruined. I don't understand. I didn't stink, I wasn't really ugly -"

"You were not ugly at all." He frowned.

"The kids said I was and my family did, too!"

His tired face suddenly became very alert. Did she say her family?! As a hero, he knew bad things happened to youngsters, but to learn his girlfriend had been abused struck him deeply. "But I can see very clearly." He pointed at the phone, then at her. "You were not. You are not."

"If it wasn't that, then what was wrong with me?"

Aizawa sighed. "Nothing." He sat down next to her and pulled her into a comforting embrace. "People can be cruel. They needed someone to hurt so they felt better about themselves, and it seems they chose you."

"But - but my entire schooling? From kindergarten until graduation? I had to be - something was wrong with..."

His arms tightened around her. "No."

"But..."

"No!" This time he went further, rolling fully onto the couch and entwining his legs with hers so they were as one. "Those other people were in the wrong. Not you."

"Well, now you know why I've been in such a shitty mood lately. I hate dances because I feel all that pain come back. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"Go with me."

"What?"

"Go with me to this one."

"Shota, you hate social engagements." She smiled as she stroked his cheek, ruffling the dark stubble. "Plus didn't you say you're on patrol? You don't have to do this for me."

"Are you turning me down?" His brows drew together in an almost comical expression of disappointment.

"No-o-o, but if you hate stuff like this, why take me and make it worse?"

Aizawa decided that she would need more convincing. He held her chin in one hand so she would have no choice but to meet his gaze. "Go out and buy a dress. I'm taking you." As she opened her mouth to protest again he kissed her softly, moving his lips on hers and deepening his slow tongue thrusts when she moaned. "Later, I'll take you again," he promised with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.


Elly had never really liked buying dresses for obvious reasons. Because of this, she had perfected the art of choosing one that fit quickly and well. The trick, she had discovered, was the first one you saw that really caught your eye would almost always be the one you ended up with. And this sparkly purple one was perfect. It was modest but still off the shoulder and matched her darker fur striping. She paid and left so she could get ready, excited yet feeling slightly ill at the same time.

"I'm back, Sho." She wrestled the dress inside and walked into the back to lay it across their bed. The sweet smell of soap and steam drifted into the rest of the home as he popped the bathroom door.

"Oh? I left it running, if you want to get in while it's hot."

"Oh, good!"

He smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. "Take your time," he called out. "I got us a ride to the hall."

"Ride?" She stepped into the warm water with a grateful shudder. "But we're so close."

"You deserve this." The tired-looking man started pulling parts of his formal wear out of the closet. Everything was still immaculate as he had gotten it pressed and cleaned the last time he wore a suit.

Elly focused on getting ready and not the growing dread within her. No, it was foolish to think things would turn out bad, somehow. She had a date for the first time and he had been the best thing to happen to her in a long while. She struggled to force the old memories out of the way so she could make new ones.

Aizawa was waiting in the bedroom for her when she came out.

"Shota."

He raised his eyebrows at her exclamation of surprise. "Yes?" She had been too self-absorbed to notice he had shaved, even though she had kissed him. His hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and he wore a purple bowtie that matched her dress.

"You're so handsome."

He coughed lightly and rubbed at the back of his neck, casting his gray eyes aside. "You're naked."

"Oh. Oh yeah." She stuck her tongue out at him and picked up her underwear. He watched her silently until she slid the dress over her head. "Dumb zippers."

"I've got you." He held her around the waist with one hand and zipped with the other. "Interesting. The slit in back for your tail has velcro."

"Yep. That I can get because it's easy to feel around for iiiiitttt! Sho!"

He chuckled darkly, his hand up her dress. "I'm on it, my queen."

"Yes, I realize that."

"Okay. All fastened. Now face me." He took her hand and turned it over, palm up. "Here." The most gorgeous corsage she had ever seen suddenly appeared in it, light lavender colored to offset her dress.

"The tie, a corsage. How did ...?"

"Remember Midnight texting you to ask what you were wearing?"

"Aw, Sho." She threw her arms around him.

"Wait until you see your ride," he grinned.

He had gotten use of one of the school limousines. Elly was speechless and could only lean on him as the car drove the short way to the hall they were holding the dance in. Her boyfriend had failed to mention that although UA threw several of these a year to prepare the students for social events, he had flatly refused to go every single time.

Except now.

The faculty and most of the teenagers knew this and all eyes were on them as they stepped out of the long, black vehicle. She was a wreck, ears twitching and dark, purple eyes wide. Aizawa supported her heavily as they made their way into the gorgeously made up hall.


"Is that you, Aizawa?" Yagi was standing near the entrance in a bright yellow suit that hung loosely on him. He blinked down at the couple in surprise. "You've never made it to an, ah, event before."

He shrugged. "Didn't feel like it."

The tall man smiled broadly at Elly and gave her a thumbs up as they passed. She blushed, stupefied, but managed a small smile. "I think All Might is a closet romantic," she murmured.

"That figures," Aizawa snorted.

They stood and watched the teenagers interact, trying their hands at dancing and the most horrible of all events like these: small talk. He couldn't help but shake his head at some of the more blatant faux pas, and he stared the ecstatic Mineta down more than once.

"They look like they're having fun," she commented quietly. Some of the teachers had just completed a few simple dance moves to show the kids how it was done. He nodded.

"Wait here a moment."

"Sho?" Her voice was panicked, but he held her gaze and mouthed 'be right back'. Elly shivered all over and crossed her arms, suddenly very scared.

There was a break in the music and Present Mic's voice filled the hall. "I have a special request here that I can't help but play. So if you all wanna dance, go on ahead, but this is for them."

She sighed, frowning. How nice it was that someone would do such a thing for their date. If only...

And then the song started to play.

"Oh." Her hand went to her lips in an endearing gesture of maidenly confusion while her tail trembled. It was the one that had been playing, quite by accident, on the radio she had left on when she and Shota had first made love.

"I told Mic to play that song." He stood not far from her on the dance floor, holding his hand out in invitation. "It seemed appropriate."

"Lucky it's a love ballad." She took his hand as if in a dream and he spun her close. One by one the pairs of students dropped off or simply stopped, frozen in place as they watched the impossible happen right before their eyes.

"Why are you so stunned, Ches?"

"I don't believe you can dance so well," she gasped. His hand slid down until it rested warmly on her lower back as they moved smoothly across the polished floor.

"I had to go to these as a student, remember?"

"Yeah. I did, too."

"I thought you said..."

"I still had to go, Shota." She smiled at him through the pain of remembering. "Alone. The - the teachers danced with me."

His heart wrenched at the thought of his woman, alone and hurting, her peers knowing but no one caring. They had chosen to hurt her more rather than praise her strength. "I hope this dance is different."

"You're still a teacher." She squeezed him gently, her smile finally reaching her eyes.

"And so are you."

She sighed and nodded.

"Listen, Ches. You are always the most beautiful person in the room to me. I thought you knew or I would have told you every day." As the song wound to the romantic climax he took a deep breath. "I love you and want everyone to know it." Aizawa stopped in the middle of the floor and cupped her face in his hands.

"Sho?" Her eyes were darting about, chest heaving and tail lashing. "What are you doing?"

He kissed her in front of the entire room.

It was not a chaste brush of the lips, either, but a slow, deep, passionate kiss that buckled her knees and made her tremble. She had fallen into the pages of her very own fairy tale.

"Loving you," he answered simply.

Since this was life, however, and not a movie or a television special, there was no applause or cheering. The hall was frighteningly silent except for an astonished coughing coming from a corner of the room. Slowly sound started to return, conversations developing rapidly all around them. Different music began to play but all she could hear was his voice. He entwined his arm with hers and led her out, ignoring the astonished stares from the students and staff they pressed through.


She cried in his arms when they got home. There was nothing that needed to be said; he had known what to do to show she meant everything to him. He held her in bed, stroking her hair while she shivered, pressing her tear-streaked face on his chest. He only intervened when her gulps for air caused a fit of hiccups.

"Go get a spoonful of sugar or you'll throw up. You know you can't stop those by yourself." She nodded and rushed out for the kitchen, hand pressed to her mouth.

When Elly returned she couldn't look him in the eye. "I feel so silly for crying." He said nothing but held out his arms. She sank gratefully into them, warm and secure and loved within the tight grip. "Thank you," she whispered, meaning everything. It was all she could think to say.

Aizawa kept his silence and traced a hand along her back until he found her zipper. He slid this down, the faint noise sounding loud in the otherwise still room. Elly looked into his eyes and unfastened the leather thong that held his hair, letting his ebony locks fall down about his shoulders. His tie was already tossed aside and he dug his fingers into his collar, loosening it so the buttons could be undone faster. They stripped quickly, hardly taking their eyes off each other, not wanting to break that intimate contact. He stood as she fell backwards onto the bed and again they silently came together, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss.

Aizawa gasped when she stroked his shoulders, kneading the surging muscles underneath the scarred skin. She followed this up by grasping his buttocks and then lower, causing him to cry out as his hair flew up. Her hands teased his tightly drawn balls gently, encouragingly. He, in return, chewed daintily on her neck, moaning and starting to rub himself on her thigh. His fingers sought out her secret heat and dabbled in it, teasing pleasure from her in sweet waves that he controlled mercilessly. She begged, pleaded, but he shook his head and fingered delicately on the edges, building her to orgasm but then halting right before the peak. Her hands found his member and stroked long, syrupy slow strokes that left him breathless.

"Condom - we need a ..."

"No condom. Take me now."

"My queen!" Passion overwhelmed logic and he thrust, gathering her in his arms.

"Shota." She arched her back towards his sex. "Oh Shota, I love you."

He kissed her deeply, moving his tongue in unison with his body below. "You had better," he huffed. "I mean to be with you, forever."

Wonderland - 10

shota/els
_

Elly adjusted her collar the next morning as she left for work. She had chosen the larger one she owned and hoped it wasn't as conspicuous as she thought. Not that she was worried about showing off her boyfriend's dedication to her, but some people misunderstood things like this.

Of course it was Midnight who picked up right away that something was different. She wouldn't leave them alone in the joint office the teachers worked in. The woman was insistent on exposing Aizawa, who kept his eyes on his work and said nothing. She soon focused on Elly instead, asking what he was like off duty with her and what seemed like a million more personal questions. She kept getting rather expertly deflected and it was clearly irritating her because she finally sat down in a huff.

"I don't get it, Cheshire. The man is a lump. How can a decent, hot-blooded woman be with someone like that? Has he even held your hand yet?"

Elly rubbed at her face in exasperation. The scruffy man's left eye twitched as he saw her slight distress. Mic saw this and ducked his head, laughing as quietly as he could. Of course, this wasn't silent at all but rather led to the entire group of coworkers staring at the four of them.

"Damn it," Aizawa snarled, pushing his chair back at last. He stormed over to where the ladies sat watching his unusual outburst with wide eyes, grabbed the fur on the front of Elly's bodysuit and yanked her half out of her seat facing up towards him. As everyone watched, stunned, he proceeded to kiss her in such a fashion that even Midnight blushed. He slowly nipped her lower lip, soothing it with his tongue before sliding sensuously into her mouth. His free hand worked through her hair to rest at the back of her head and tug gently at her purple locks, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper, swallowing and starting again instead of breaking for air. She eagerly followed his lead, sliding her arms around to clutch at the back of his jumpsuit. Aizawa mischievously let his hand fall to press against the collar, rubbing the mark he had made last night and eliciting a soft, startled mew from his woman. When they finally broke apart he panted for a moment, regaining his senses, then addressed the entire room with a hint of exasperation in his tired voice. "We're both very much sexually attracted to one another, and show it at appropriate times. Will everyone finally be quiet now so we can get some work done?"

Frantic nodding and a few murmurs answered his question, and no one bothered them for quite awhile after that.

It was almost the end of the school day when Midnight caught up with Elly in the hallway leading to the lounge.

"Hey!"

Elly turned around, ears perking. "Oh, hi."

"I didn't mean to be too pushy before," she half-apologized, "but I was curious as hell. Now I have even more questions."

The cat woman groaned. "Oh no."

"Like your collar." Midnight nodded at it. "It's thicker than the one you normally wear. He gave you a hickey, didn't he?"

"Nemuri." She rolled her eyes. "What are we, in middle school?"

"No, but I saw how he touched it when you guys kissed. This is my territory, remember. That, the collar wearing and the pain hiding, is behavior I recognize."

Elly stared pointedly at her whip. "Really? You think..." She bit her lip to try and stop the laughter, but it wasn't enough. She started giggling, her ears twitching as she pounded the wall in mirth.

"Ches!"

"I - I'm sorry, it's just... oh my god. It's not like that. Well, really it is, but not the way you think. He claimed me. It's an anthro thing."

The other woman's eyes grew round. "I never would have thought that! Isn't that - you know..." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Very serious?"

Elly blushed. "Yes."

"That's why I never thought... wow." She raised her eyebrows, fanning herself with one hand. "Aizawa is madly in love with you."

"Oh, come on."

"Honestly, Cheshire, I've known him since high school. He once said the institution of marriage was a sham. He never once dated the entire time, either. I mean, if he did, he kept it so secret it was nothing short of freaking amazing. We all live in that complex! Someone would have seen him take a date home." She pointed at her for emphasis. "We see him bring you back there.

"And not just now. I mean, when he was a teenager he never acted interested in anyone. You can't keep secrets like that in school. Everyone knows. If he's committing to you like that, then he's probably already made the decision."

"Decision?"

"Here he is now!" She waved as he slumped over towards them, sleeping bag dragging behind him in one hand. He blinked blearily at Elly and sucked the energy drink pouch he held in his mouth until it was almost flat. She reached out and squeezed the bottom, dredging up a tiny amount more and tossing it in a nearby trashcan when he was done.

Midnight stood in a doorway watching them with her hand up before her face.

The homeroom teacher shuffled close to her. "My place after last bell."

"Oh? Have something on your mind?"

"I've got something, all right, but it's not on my mind." He chuckled darkly. "I'm going to rest up. You make sure you're ready for me."

"Eraserhead!"

He grinned at her. "I told you. I want more, Ches. At least four times as much."

Wonderland - 8

Shota/Els

_

Aizawa and Elly met the next day in the teacher's lounge before classes began to discuss something very important. After the other night she had texted him about her fears and he was calming her as best he could.

"But, Eraser, I only have a three month work visa and I've been here one already."

His eyes held hers. "I've researched how long your stay can be extended. If we can successfully petition the board to hire you, it can be almost indefinite."

Elly breathed easier. "I knew you would look into things," she sighed in relief. "It's just ... you have so many good people here. This is the best school out there. Why would UA want me?"

Aizawa scoffed. "You're invaluable." He saw the twinkle in her eyes and suddenly and completely turned bright red. "I mean as a teaching asset - "

"Not to you?" She sidled up to him, nuzzling under his chin. 

"Ah, damn it, Ches." He scowled, wrapping his arms around her. 

"Struck a nerve there, didn't I?"

He scowled harder but also tightened his grip, pulling her as close to him as possible. "Shut up." He kissed her lingeringly, taking his time since there was no one here yet. Unfortunately someone had come in early today.

"Awww, <i>cute</i>." Present Mic stood in the doorway, arms folded as he took in the scene before him. "You two look so lovey dovey together." Aizawa broke the kiss to glare at him but he went on, undeterred. "Hey - I should take a picture for the yearbook!"

"Put that phone down, Yamada, or I'll mute you for a week." She couldn't see his eyes from her position but his hair was standing up. 

"I'm not entirely sure he's joking, Mic."

"He's not." The Voice Hero jammed his cell phone back in his jacket. "That's his ultimatum face."

Elly pulled back so she could take a look. "Mmm... sorry, it just looks like his serious face to me."

"Nah, you're confusing it with the 'stern teacher' face."

"Not the 'determined hero' one?"

"They're similar."

Aizawa sighed deeply. "Please. I surrender. Just stop."

Elly giggled and kissed him on the cheek, eliciting a grumble from the grumpy man. "Knowing you, how much paperwork did you already finish?"

"Almost all of it. I need only the support of my colleagues to back the forms."

"What? What's this?" Mic had wandered over and was staring curiously at the folders his friend had in his hand. 

"Cheshire can't stay longer than three months on her current work visa." He lifted a piece of paper from the stack. "This is to convince the board to hire her at UA."

"Then she can stay?"

"Much longer," she agreed happily.

Aizawa thrust the form in Mic's hands. "Here. Get as many teacher's signatures as you can on that."

"That's a good idea." 

"Great. Now get out."

"You guys gonna smooch some more?" He laughed and scooted out before the homeroom teacher could respond.

"He makes a good point, though." Aizawa unwrapped his arms from about her and stood. "We need to get to work."

Aizawa got through his first class easily enough. It wasn't a big day for them like so many had been before. He handed out some pamphlets for them to look over and busied himself in his own problems. This worried the students, as they expected him to zip himself up in his sleeping bag and tuck himself under his desk. He was so involved that he didn't hear the bell ring until someone was clearing his throat beside him.

"Mr. Aizawa?"

He sighed dismally and turned to face the person addressing him. Knowing who it was, he thought he was probably in for it.

"What is it, problem child?"

Midoriya wrinkled his brow. He pointed at his teacher's hand, which held his cell phone. "Isn't that Ms. Cheshire's school website?"

Aizawa flipped the phone over and gave him the most deadpan look he possibly could. "No. Class is over. You had better get to Present Mic's before you are late." He paused. "Again."

"I was just thinking," the green haired teen went on, ignoring him. "Ms. Cheshire comes from there. It's a good school, but they're super competitive with us. They won't let her work here unless they get something out of the deal."

The weary man's left eye twitched. "What." He placed his hand on his desk, his hair rising and eyes glowing ominously red. He very slowly and eerily turned his full gaze on the now-cringing young man. "Did you say?"

Midoriya squeaked. "N - nothing! I only wanted to help!" He fled out the door, clutching his english course book.

Aizawa sank into his chair when he was alone. Unfortunately, the kid was right and he knew it. This wasn't going to be as easy as requesting that she transfer. Logically, the other school was going to want one of their teachers or something of equal value. He knew of nothing in his heart that could be as precious as his girl, but surely his mind would weigh in eventually.

My Sweet

Shota/Els
_

Come to my apartment
It's urgent

Elly got the text as she was heading into her office to get some work done. She frowned, confused. Eraserhead never asked her for anything so specific before. However, he was logical, so he must feel it necessary. And honestly, he was also the most straight-laced man she had ever met, so she headed right over. His apartment was on the first floor and she knocked once, then waited.

The door swung open by itself, or so it seemed. Slightly apprehensive at this oddity and the fact he hadn't shown his face yet, she blurred into invisibility before stepping quietly inside. It was so dark she couldn't see anything. She strained to adjust to the light so she could find a switch.or something. Her ears flicked as she heard a step behind her, and the door closed with an eerie snickering sound.

Elly spun about, still silent, and slowly pulled her mask up over the bottom half of her face. Her breathing was effectively stilled and the only sound in the room was someone else's hoarse breathing. She smelled an odd scent, but it was filtered through her mask and she couldn't quite get a hold on what it was.

Then twin flashes of red shone at her, low on the ground. She jumped, startled, as she suddenly flickered back into sight and the red eyes rushed towards her.

She knew who it was, of course. His first action was to pull off her mask and she could smell his unique scent - an odd blend of coffee and a musky shampoo he used. But Aizawa also smelled sweet, a powerful odor that was almost cloying in its intensity, and she wondered at that. He never wore cologne or anything. She knew scents, as her cat-like nose was sensitive, but this one stumped her. Elly moved away from him and walked forward, only to be so disoriented by these events that she bumped into a wall. She was still thinking how strange he was acting and wondering anout that smell when he placed his hands on either side of her, palms flat against the wall from behind. She jumped in shock and would have moved to face him but he was too close.

"Eraser? What the hell are you doing?"

"Getting a taste of you." His voice was low and filled with a ravenous hunger.

"What?!"

"It's no use to protest. I did research on cat anthros and mixes." Amazingly, he rubbed his groin against her, baring his teeth on her neck as he spoke. "I know exactly what to do to you to drive you crazy."

"You what?!"

"First, I bite your neck." He sank his teeth into her pale skin where the pulse throbbed. Elly let out a shriek and bucked backwards, but he growled and pushed her harder into the wall. "There, now," he soothed, licking the blood away from the ringed tooth marks. "It's not bad, is it, kitty?" He shuddered when she moaned thickly.

"Please, you don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm going to mark you and mount you. Mark's done, guess what's next?"

She let out a hoarse gasp and clawed ineffectually at the wall in front of her. Aizawa's hand gripped her wrists tighter. With his other he began to loosen his belt buckle. "You're not yourself! When whatever this is wears off, you'll be sorry!"

"This is me," he said so quietly that her ears perked, listening hard. "I've wanted you for too long."

"Eri!" Elly suddenly realized. The girl might be her last hope. "Aizawa, what if Eri finds out about this?"

"Nice try," he admitted blandly. "She's not going to be anywhere near here." She heard a slither and a clack as his pants fell to the ground.

"You sure?"

"Mmm hmm. It's the middle of the school day, so no one is at their place. That's why I texted you to come." He deftly unzipped the top of her costume and pulled it down, exposing her smooth back. "You're paler than I am, I think."

"Am not!" She twisted about, embarrassed at being so suddenly exposed. He chuckled and slowly licked all the way from her waist to the nape of her neck, his free hand holding the upper half of her suit up. When he pressed against her she could feel his hot skin on hers and knew he had undressed at least partially. Her heart began to race madly in her chest.

"Nmm." He was raining kisses on her shoulders, pausing from time to time to hotly mouth and lick a section of skin he found irresistible. His scraggly facial hair tickled and rubbed, a contrast to his slick tongue and soft lips. This did not feel like rape, but he wasn't allowing her to move and she hadn't consented. And yet, his hand was so gentle as it slid around to her front to fondle her breasts. His grip on her wrists was like a vice, even with one hand. His soft, breathy panting and exclamations of delight at her body were like a lover, however, not an assailant.

She had never been more confused.

The bite had also felt good and his warm, lean body was strong on hers. Like now, as he pressed his hot, hard length on her thigh through a thin layer of fabric. His hand teased her nipples and she found herself whimpering, reacting despite what she had thought she wanted to do. He was loving the fight out of her, and it did not feel wrong.

"Let me go, Shota," she begged, using his first name in an effort to get through to him. Elly had decided something, but he had to free her first.

"You'll try to escape."

"You need to trust me." She laid her ears back and turned her face as much as she could to try and look into his eyes. In the dim light she could only make out an outline of his pale features. "Something happened, and if you had just told me, I would have helped you."

"Helped." He snorted.

"Yes, damn it!" Elly gave her head a shake. "You're upset because you think I don't want you. But you don't need to hold me down! I want you, too!"

After what seemed an eternity, he carefully opened the hand holding hers. He even turned the lights on in the barren room and she could see. She took a long, calming breath and massaged her wrists. When they ached less she flipped over to face him, tugging her suit back on as she did. Shota was rubbing at the back of his neck, his face dark red across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He was also looking anywhere but at her, obviously uncomfortable. She frowned. The sweet smell was back, stronger than ever.

"You idiot," she sighed, beckoning. He came closer, still not looking into her eyes, and she touched his stubbled cheek, sniffing lightly. "No wonder."

"Eh?"

"You got hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. All you can think about is your - ah, sleeping with whoever you like. You know, like... ugh. Mating," she finished lamely.

Shota choked. "I thought I had lost my mind."

"No. It's pushing your repressed desires to the surface. In your case, you repress an awful lot. So it hit you harder." Elly traced the scar under his eye. "Does it hurt?" She gasped when he reached out, shaking, to throw his arms around her.

"Yes," he husked desperately. "I don't understand, it's not logical at all, but I need -"

"Then don't try to force me," she hissed in exasperation. She grasped his face in both hands. "Don't rape me. Make love to me, Shota Aizawa."

Those red-flecked, bleary eyes popped wide open, staring at her incredulously. A darker flush spread across his face and he blinked several times. "What?" He asked, stunned beyond comprehension.

"You heard me." She dared to look lower, noting his state of undress. He wore only dark grey boxer briefs. His hero costume was piled in a heap next to them along with his capture thread and goggles. Aizawa was solidly built, his muscles rippling as he moved. He had a light dusting of dark hair that ran from just above his navel and beyond, as well as a sprinkling across his chest. She noted the briefs were stretched rather tight across the front and raised an eyebrow. "I'm really curious now. How long has it been?"

"Too long." He thrust his hands up her shirt and began exploring again. Elly threw her head back, breathing hard but still listening. "Too busy. Too tired. Or never. Whatever."

"You can't mean that you've never..?"

He shrugged. "Eh. It's impractical. I can take care of myself and be done with it."

"Never?" Elly thought back on the past few days and recalled Midnight laughing and asking who would want him. She hadn't thought about it, really, since just about everyone knew Ms. Joke was always going on about him. Why try so hard if you weren't interested? And she personally thought he was attractive, so there must be others.

Shota gave her an exasperated look. "Look, you asked if I hurt. Are you going to help me or not?" He leaned close and panted hotly into her mouth. "I need you, you want me."

"All right. Under the fur here in my suit is a concealed pouch..." Elly scooped the bag up and dug around for a bit. "Ah." She held up a single condom packet. "You never know," she shrugged. "Especially as a woman."

"Quickly," he breathed, all but snatching it out of her hands. "I'll put it on. Get on the couch, it's closer..."

She nodded and stripped easily, her hero costume falling to the floor beside his. She spared a glance as she sat down at the heaps of cloth mixed together, smiling at the sight.

Aizawa was ready. The condom was as black as the wrapper had been, and it was a striking contrast to his pale, though slightly flushed skin. He knelt on top of her, and this time she could feel his trembling.

"I am ashamed to admit I'm not sure exactly how to accomplish this."

"You're calmer, though. That's good." She touched his member with a fingertip. "Here, let me guide you."

"I know where, Ches, I just - ohhh."

"Yes. Shota."

He pressed forward, then gasped. "Hot - you're so hot inside," he repeated, faltering a little as he learned to thrust without pulling all the way back and risk rubbing the condom off.

"My god," she choked. "Shota!"

"Eh?"

"What are you doing?!"

"No idea. Is it okay? Feels right." He moved forward again, dipping in slightly and sliding the rest of the way until he was fully immersed in her warmth.

"So good! How - what ..." She started to shake and wrapped her legs around his middle, squeezing tight. "Don't stop, please!"

"Yes." He doubled his pace, staring intently into her eyes. Aizawa was fascinated by her expressions, the way she strained and writhed and gasped. His own pleasure was more than he could have imagined; he never thought anything - or anyone, really -- would be worth this effort. And yet he was strong and his body had no problem keeping a good rhythm once he'd found it. His muscles flexed as he moved above her, straining but pleasant, sweating and loving every single second of the experience.

And then something happened.

Elly whimpered, digging her nails in his scarred back. The sparks of pain combined with his pleasure and he cried out, shocked at the intensity of his sudden, white-hot orgasm. When he could focus again he sighed with relief.

"It's gone," he murmured. "Doesn't ache anymore."

"Great," she commented dryly. "Now hold the end when you pull out. Otherwise, it'll spill." He grunted affirmation, carefully backing off and then grimacing at the pull of the latex. He carefully tossed the filled latex tube in a trashcan and then surprisingly returned to her.

"You haven't been satisfied," he murmured against her neck. "Tell me what you need for me to fix that."

"Well, I guess you could use your hand."

"Yes?" He immediately ran a finger down her side. His hand pet the curled, damp hair carefully apart. He frowned, thinking back to his school days and health initiatives. "Right. Hold on." The single thrust of his finger, splitting her apart with his thumb rubbing on her plump sex was enough to cause a much greater reaction in her than before. She stifled her wild cries with the crook of her arm as he continued, regarding her with a lazy, smug smile. "Better?"

"Cheater," she purred, her pleasure steadily mounting. "You know how to do this."

"Maybe." He kissed her lingeringly, speeding his movements up as she started to cry out. "But you were my first where it counted."

When they returned to school there was an announcement: the chemistry department had accidentally released some student's project into one of the classrooms. Aizawa and Elly walked directly into the staff members waiting for him. They stared first at the haggard-looking Eraserhead, with his hair messier than usual and clothing rumpled. That could be explained, but his arm around the Insanity Hero and her suit as wrinkled as his was more than coincidental.

The pair blinked awkwardly at their colleagues, faces equally red with embarrassment.

"Good news, Sho," she said lightly with a sheepish grin. "I think I know what caused your reaction this afternoon!"

Aizawa groaned loudly and hid his face in the ruffled fur of her chest.

Mr. Aizawa

Aizawa/Els
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Elly squirmed a little on her chair. It was a tiny thing, designed for a much smaller person and certainly not one with a tail. Her outfit was an issue as well; the girl's UA uniform didn't quite fit her on the top and bottom. She pulled on the skirt, blushing and trying to make it cover her better. 

"Mr. Aizawa, I really think I need a better uniform."

Her boyfriend was lumped in his sleeping bag in front of a small table they had set up to look like a desk. Shota grunted and looked up as if he had just realized she was there. He slowly looked her up and down, taking the time to really appreciate how short her skirt was and how the blouse stretched too tight across her breasts. An extraordinarily creepy grin spread across his tired features. 

"It looks fine to me," he said blandly. "What seems to be the problem with it?" He unzipped himself and stepped out of the bag, walking over to her side. 

"Seriously?" She gestured at the front. "I'm busting out of this!" Her ears laid back and she squinted at him. "You did this on purpose, didn't you."

"Me?" He leaned over to get a better look.

"You pervert!" Elly threw her arms over her chest. "Don't look!"

Aizawa's grin grew fiercer. "Oh, but I can't see anything. Not really." He reached out and slipped an arm around her. "Maybe I could help, if you would relax a little."

"Help?" She frowned. He stroked her arm gently, kneeling down by her seat. When he got close enough she jerked backwards, eyes wide. This created a gap in her arms which he immediately took advantage of. She gasped loudly as his fingers wormed their way under to her breast. "Mr. Aizawa!"

"My, these are really very hard, aren't they?" He rolled a nipple around in his thumb and forefinger. "Do I excite you, little one?"

"Don't..!"

"I asked you a question, Ms. Sketchit," he murmured, leaning closer. His free hand guided her chin up so their faces aligned. "Does your teacher turn you on, naughty girl?" Elly's cheeks were flushed red with her eyes squeezed partially shut. Aizawa kept his fingers moving, tickling, rubbing and pinching her sensitive flesh. He breathed on her, his breath warm and smelling of coffee. "Tell me the truth, and you'll get a reward."

"Y - yes," she said in a tiny voice that made him shudder all over. 

"Good girl. Always tell the truth." He kissed her softly, sliding his tongue playfully inside her mouth and withdrawing it when she moved to kiss him back. She moaned and slid sideways off the chair into his waiting arms. They kissed passionately, writhing against one another. His hands slid down her waist and pet her rear, then lower. She rubbed herself shamelessly on him, breasts bouncing on his chest.

"You're not wearing a bra," he husked. "Are you? You trying to seduce me? Calling me a pervert - ha!" He reached under her skirt, groping her roughly. "Aaahhh... no panties, either. You want it, don't you?"

"A - Aizawa..."

"You want a man's cock inside you. Mine."

"Yes, yes! Please fuck me, teacher." She clutched the front of his black jumpsuit in both hands, staring earnestly into his eyes. "I want you to come deep inside me."

"Sh - shit." He coughed, then turned his face away for a moment. "Yellow."

"Sho? What's wrong?" She halted everything as he spoke the safe word. 

"I - I'm hurting a bit. We might have overdone it, not having sex for a few days before this."

"Poor baby." She caressed his worn face with a tender touch. "You need to come, Sho. It'll feel better then."

"Yes. Let's speed things up. Now I really need you."

"All right." She pointed at his hero outfit. "Whip it out, love. It's all you." 

He gave her a look that spoke volumes. 'Whip it out', indeed. Nonetheless, he wrestled his stiff penis out from his underwear and suit. "You're going to have to help, little one, if you want your teacher's dick."

She shivered pleasantly. He had slipped back into play seamlessly. "How?"

"Spread your -" He waved his hands, his eyes wide as she obliged instantly, giving him a view of her more than ready sex. "That's it! You sit on me right now, little lady!"

"I can do that." She smiled and straddled him, easing herself down onto his twitching member. Aizawa closed his eyes, growling deep in his throat.

"I'm not going to last. This won't be as good for you as I wanted, but... ah! Here, hold on." He gripped her waist in both hands and bucked upwards frantically, moaning. "You're so fucking tight!" 

She held on, heart racing. The truth was, this had excited them both and the way he was loving her was rubbing exactly where she needed to be touched. She was the one to come first, crying out his name as she flung her arms around his neck. Aizawa was close behind, his hips slowing as he shot his seed inside her.

"I feel much better," he muttered at last.

"That's good, dear. We'll just remember next time to not do the whole forced celibacy deal for a week. It was way too much."

"You're telling me."

Ms. Cheshire (Shota)

Shota/Els
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"Ms. Cheshire." 

Elly looked up from the course book she had been reading. In front of the small table she was using as a desk sat her boyfriend, dressed in a full male student uniform from UA. His wrists and ankles stuck out a little, but other than that it still fit. The dark haired man sat in a small plastic chair they had purchased for exactly this purpose. He would have looked ridiculous if he didn't look so insanely adorable. He had shaved carefully, eradicating any hint of stubble from his face and tied his hair back.

"What is it, Aizawa?"

"I have a question about the health initiative pamphlets."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow at him and stood. Elly was dressed more simply than she did to teach; she wore a simple white blouse and green skirt. When she walked over and bent to get on his level, his breathing picked up. She wore no bra, and the top few buttons were undone, giving him a pretty decent view of her breasts. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." He shrugged, pointing at a part on the sheet that had diagrams depicting sex. "These aren't detailed enough for me to quite understand how to accomplish sexual intercourse on a woman."

Elly's ears perked. "Oh, really?" 

"Yes, ma'am." He looked up, directly into her eyes. 

"Would you like to use me to practice?"

"I would." He stood up, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. "I'm hard right now. Want to see?"

Clothing was shed in a minimal amount of time. Both of them were extremely aroused by their little game, and soon he was laying on top of her on the floor, her hand guiding him to where he needed to go.

"There."

"Here?" He moved slowly, and she gasped.

"Very good, now more. More, please. Give it to me." He smiled openly and pumped once, quickly. "Thrust with your hips, Aizawa," she panted, her arms loosely wrapped about his neck. "Slow, slow, and deep. That's it."

"Am I doing well?" He rested his forehead to hers, his gray eyes were twinkling with mischief. "Does my young cock make you feel good, teacher?"

"Ah! Shota!"

"That's my name," he murmured, picking up speed and kissing her on the neck. "I love you, Ches." 

"Yes! Yes! I love you so much, oh my god." 

"You're going to come fast, aren't you?"

She whimpered, throwing her legs up around his waist. "Yes."

"Want me to get wicked?"

"Yes!" She purred enthusiastically, kissing him hard on the mouth.

"All right, then. I'm going to make this worth your while." He reared back, and she sucked in a great breath of air as she saw what he was going to do. Aizawa loosened the tie about his neck as he would free his capture thread if he had been wearing it. His eyes flashed red and he tugged his hair free of the ponytail so it could wave upright as he used his quirk. He grinned down at her. "You can't escape me now even if you wanted to. I'm going to fill you with my fresh, hot seed."

Her mouth gaped open. His eyes seemed to flare even brighter for a second, and then he fell upon her. 

"You like it? You're such a tease, flaunting your body up there. You know I jerked off to you whenever I got the chance." He hummed, shaking his head. "Hmm! Snuck off to the bathroom after class... now I don't have to. You'll spread your legs for me whenever I want, won't you?"

She was too far gone to answer, her eyes glazed over and lips parted. Her breathing came in short, quick gasps and she moaned loudly on every exhale. Aizawa threw himself into the act, ramming himself into her as hard as he wanted to. He knew although she hadn't answered him before she would use a safe word to stop him if he grew too violent. She did eventually scream, but it was not either of those words. 

"So good!"

"Yes," he agreed fervently. "Ohhhh, yes."