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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Monday, February 18, 2019
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.
Saturday, February 16, 2019
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."
_
"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."
Rough and Gentle
Shouta/Els
_
Elly twisted in the tight grip of the wrappings pulled around her naked body. They were smooth and strong and they pinned her arms and legs to her sides, not giving her any room to move.
"What's wrong?" Aizawa smirked as he bent to pick her up off the floor. "I thought cats liked to play with string." He was also nude, the light from the hall dimly accenting his sculpted body.
She spluttered and hissed. "You bastard! Let me go!"
"No." He carried her to the bedroom and placed her onto a pile of pillows they had gotten ready ahead of time. They decided the bed was too noisy for this kind of play.
He then paused, rubbing her lower lip with his thumb. "Not too tight?"
She bit him lightly and nodded. "Don't stop, Eraserhead."
He grinned wickedly and ran a hand down her front, admiring his handiwork. "I can see all the parts of you that I'm going to tease."
"I thought you had more in mind than that, you scruffy bastard."
"You do seem to need a good, hard fucking." He paused, looked her slowly up and down. "I think I'm up to the task. What do you say, beautiful?"
"You think you can take me?"
"Hmmm." He leaned down to lick a slow outline of her lips. "You want to see how much of your willpower I can erase, Cheshire?"
She caught her breath but managed a pert reply. "I'd like to see you try."
He chuckled so wickedly her stomach tensed up. "Oh, I'll do more than try you." He descended upon her grinning, his hands keeping the ends of the scarves tight while he nibbled on her lips. "Fight me," he husked into her sensitive ear.
Elly licked her lips, touching his teeth as he toyed with her, then suddenly darted low and caught his chin in her teeth. He growled angrily and tore away only to catch a knee to the thigh. He deliberately loosened her bonds as if she had weakened him and she whipped one arm free and slapped his cheek, hard.
Aizawa hung his head, his black hair covering his upper face so she could only see the manaical grin he was sporting. "Bad kitty," he scolded ever so softly, his voice low. "Now you're going to pay."
"I'm not an easy lay. You want this," she spread her legs, motioning suggestively, "you have to earn it."
"And I will."
"Uh oh." His thread was gone but his strong body remained, more than a match for her in the bedroom. He laid fully on top of her, hard and hot and very ready from their little charade. Unlike before, he left her no chance to escape as he grasped a breast, holding it up for his greedy mouth to suck. She shrieked, tossing her head about as he worried at the nub of flesh, teasing until it had gotten ultra sensitive before sinking his teeth in.
"Yes," he sighed lustily, licking to soothe the pain. "Scream for me."
"E - Eraser!" She bucked, not really trying to throw him off but still into the act. "Eraserhead, no! Don't hurt me!"
"Hnff. I wouldn't have to if you were a good girl." He suckled like a baby, complete with nibbles until she was whimpering and begging. "Going to behave now, Ches? I break you too soon?"
"Fuh - fuck you."
"There's my girl." He bit the other one and she tried to reach him in vain, her teeth clacking together instead of on his skin. "What's this? Want to bite back? That won't do."
"Damn you," she snarled. "What are you going to - no. Oh, no."
"I don't want to suffer a bite from a wild beast. We're just going to have to take precautions." He held up a small leather device, evil-looking as it was clearly a gag but it had a hole in the middle.
"Eraserhead, don't you dare put that on m -"
He ignored her and snapped it quickly on. This had taken days of practice to be able to do safely on such short notice, but the look on Elly's face was well worth it.
"Mfft!" Her ears flicked up in shock, then lay back as she glared at him.
"There we go, darling. And, you know, I might just have different plans for you." She hadn't noticed the thread creeping up on her and grunted when it snapped tightly around her wrists and ankles. He pulled her into a more comfortable position and crept up her body. "That hole needs to be filled as well, I think. Let's do this first, shall we?"
"Mmn." He carefully held himself up over her so his weight wouldn't press too hard, then paused and held his hands up. She grasped them immediately, squeezing both in affirmation.
"Left, red. Right, yellow. Just like we discussed. Okay?"
She nodded hastily, her short purple hair scrunching up on the pillows. "Mm hm."
He sighed roughly and inserted himself into the hole in the gag. He groaned, thighs trembling, and thrust slowly at first. The illicit pleasure was too much, however, and after a minute or so it was all he could do to hold back.
"This feels so good. And sh - shut you up at last." She growled loudly and he choked, almost falling as the thrum from the sound deep in her throat struck his sensitive member. "Ahh, fuck! You little shit, ah, ahh, Ches... ahhhh!" He clenched his jaw, straining not to choke her by forcing ahead too much. She never gave him their safeword squeeze, so he relaxed and enjoyed himself, pulling back as soon as he was finished.
"Hhff."
Aizawa eyed her reproachfully as she lay there with a dribble of semen sliding out the corner of her mouth. "You naughty girl. I wasn't finished with you yet." He unfastened the capture thread at the same time as the gag and took up a cloth nearby to wipe her off. She allowed him to clean her face and accepted a drink of water from a bottle as well. "More?"
She shook her head. "M'okay." She opened and closed her mouth a few times, working it out. "Yeah. I'm good."
He worked his palms over her wrists, rubbing the tired skin. "Cramping? Any cloth burns?"
Elly pursed her lips, flexing her body slowly to test for any irregularities. "Nope. I'm fine, Sho."
"Good." Relief flooded his worn features and a very soft smile curved his lips. "You want the other half now, or later?"
She held out her arms. "Mmm, now, please. You were quite sexy as a villain. I'm all worked up."
"Same thing we talked about earlier for you?"
Her eyes grew dreamy. "Mmm, yes." She shivered all over. "I want the ultra after care package. Over-the-top acting and all."
He snickered at her use of the word. "I'll try my damndest. Bed, or the pillows still okay?"
"Just do it. I'm good here. What I need is my lover."
"You've got him." He sank down and cuddled her close. "I had a good time, dear," he whispered.
"That's nice." She purred when he kissed her cheek. "I love it when I make you lose control like that. Makes me feel sexy."
"You are sexy." He imitated her purr and she giggled. He had loved his orgasm - the play had been a good idea. Now he would be put to the test for her pleasure. He took a deep, slow breath, gathering his wits about him. "Sweet kitten," he whispered into her ear as his rough palm caressed the side of her face, "You are my everything. You are my heart, my life, my one and only."
Elly closed her eyes in bliss as he kissed her. The dark haired man had become so important to her that her request for pleasure had been simple. She wanted him to give her the softest, most love-filled experience he could possibly manage. Cheesy lines were fine, in fact, encouraged, and she was thrilled to see he had done his research. His dry lips brushed her own, tongue tickling between as his gray eyes pleaded with her for permission. She moaned and parted them to be swept away into the most passionate soul kiss she had yet to experience.
"My Sho." She choked with emotion when he broke apart at last.
"Yes," he murmured, moving up to kiss her eyelids. "All yours. Forever and ever, if you would have me."
"Oh, yes." She had begun to weep and he moved to lick her tears away. Her legs writhed against each other restlessly, her sex swollen with need. Every time he spoke she felt a tingling that was driving her wild.
"Ches," he said quietly, one hand lazily sliding down her curves towards where her thighs met. "Your Sho wants to give you so many kisses. Special kisses. You want them?"
"O - oh my god..." She hadn't prepared for this. She hadn't thought he would be so soul destroying, so wonderful.
"Please, darling," he begged as his fingers found her moist heat and began swirling in leisurely circles, "let me taste your honey sweetness. You're positively dripping down here. Am I making you feel good?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want my loving tongue buried deeply inside you?"
Her toes curled as she arched towards his fingers. "Yes, Shota, yes! Anything! Everything!"
He ducked his face to hide a grin and then, making sure she was watching, slid his fingers out of her and held them up. He lapped every one clean as she watched incredulously, her eyes wide and focused on his. "Delicious," he smirked. "I've learned some new tricks, lover. Don't be surprised if you find out something amazing about yourself."
"Wh - what..."
"Shhh." He licked her lips once, swiping his tongue across them while staring deeply into her eyes. "Trust yourself to me, my love."
Speechless, she nodded.
His mouth was hot as it trailed down her body. He rained light, brushing kisses all the way down until he reached her navel, where he dipped inside briefly with a smile. Her legs were spread already, eagerly awaiting the pleasing caress of his tongue. Aizawa glanced up and saw she was already biting her hand to stay her cries. This had all the earmarks of an epic sexual escapade, if he played his hand correctly. He drew together all the knowledge he had painstakingly gained from websites both factual and fantasy in the past week and began. Her hand was not enough to stifle the screams. In a few moments she didn't even want to try when as the incredible the pleasure waxed and waned. It drew to an electrifying peak before toning down right before she could find the release she so desperately sought. Her hand grasped the back of his head, gripping the ponytail as he loved her. His touch was incredibly gentle as he licked closer and closer to her throbbing desire. Before she knew it she was imploring him to let her come in tears, praising and wailing. Aizawa's face started to burn as he thought of their neighbors but he didn't stop.
"Oh, god, Shota, please! You're so good at this, so good..." A whimper, and he slid his tongue in as far as it would go while nuzzling her above. "Don't stop! Ahh, please don't stop! I'm - I'm - ohhh nooo, baby, darling, more, more!"
He closed his eyes and applied some new things he had learned. So gentle, so light ... he had to be careful. Her taste began to change as she screamed his name again. It was time. He quickly added three fingers inside her, pumping in time with her breathing. As she slowed down, he did as well, then curled them as best he could while sucking hard on her exhausted clitorus.
Elly didn't scream this time. This was beyond that. She flickered in and out of sight rapidly several times, losing control of her quirk as the shocking intensity surged through her body. She was sore, but it didn't actually hurt. And that's how she found out that it was possible to orgasm twice in a row.
Aizawa was holding her in his arms when she came to.
"Ches? You okay?" His face was sweaty, loose hairs plastered on his neck and cheek. "You passed out on me!"
"Oh... I'm all right now, I think." She took a long, shaky breath. "Where the hell did you learn to do that, Shota?"
He shrugged. "Internet."
_
Elly twisted in the tight grip of the wrappings pulled around her naked body. They were smooth and strong and they pinned her arms and legs to her sides, not giving her any room to move.
"What's wrong?" Aizawa smirked as he bent to pick her up off the floor. "I thought cats liked to play with string." He was also nude, the light from the hall dimly accenting his sculpted body.
She spluttered and hissed. "You bastard! Let me go!"
"No." He carried her to the bedroom and placed her onto a pile of pillows they had gotten ready ahead of time. They decided the bed was too noisy for this kind of play.
He then paused, rubbing her lower lip with his thumb. "Not too tight?"
She bit him lightly and nodded. "Don't stop, Eraserhead."
He grinned wickedly and ran a hand down her front, admiring his handiwork. "I can see all the parts of you that I'm going to tease."
"I thought you had more in mind than that, you scruffy bastard."
"You do seem to need a good, hard fucking." He paused, looked her slowly up and down. "I think I'm up to the task. What do you say, beautiful?"
"You think you can take me?"
"Hmmm." He leaned down to lick a slow outline of her lips. "You want to see how much of your willpower I can erase, Cheshire?"
She caught her breath but managed a pert reply. "I'd like to see you try."
He chuckled so wickedly her stomach tensed up. "Oh, I'll do more than try you." He descended upon her grinning, his hands keeping the ends of the scarves tight while he nibbled on her lips. "Fight me," he husked into her sensitive ear.
Elly licked her lips, touching his teeth as he toyed with her, then suddenly darted low and caught his chin in her teeth. He growled angrily and tore away only to catch a knee to the thigh. He deliberately loosened her bonds as if she had weakened him and she whipped one arm free and slapped his cheek, hard.
Aizawa hung his head, his black hair covering his upper face so she could only see the manaical grin he was sporting. "Bad kitty," he scolded ever so softly, his voice low. "Now you're going to pay."
"I'm not an easy lay. You want this," she spread her legs, motioning suggestively, "you have to earn it."
"And I will."
"Uh oh." His thread was gone but his strong body remained, more than a match for her in the bedroom. He laid fully on top of her, hard and hot and very ready from their little charade. Unlike before, he left her no chance to escape as he grasped a breast, holding it up for his greedy mouth to suck. She shrieked, tossing her head about as he worried at the nub of flesh, teasing until it had gotten ultra sensitive before sinking his teeth in.
"Yes," he sighed lustily, licking to soothe the pain. "Scream for me."
"E - Eraser!" She bucked, not really trying to throw him off but still into the act. "Eraserhead, no! Don't hurt me!"
"Hnff. I wouldn't have to if you were a good girl." He suckled like a baby, complete with nibbles until she was whimpering and begging. "Going to behave now, Ches? I break you too soon?"
"Fuh - fuck you."
"There's my girl." He bit the other one and she tried to reach him in vain, her teeth clacking together instead of on his skin. "What's this? Want to bite back? That won't do."
"Damn you," she snarled. "What are you going to - no. Oh, no."
"I don't want to suffer a bite from a wild beast. We're just going to have to take precautions." He held up a small leather device, evil-looking as it was clearly a gag but it had a hole in the middle.
"Eraserhead, don't you dare put that on m -"
He ignored her and snapped it quickly on. This had taken days of practice to be able to do safely on such short notice, but the look on Elly's face was well worth it.
"Mfft!" Her ears flicked up in shock, then lay back as she glared at him.
"There we go, darling. And, you know, I might just have different plans for you." She hadn't noticed the thread creeping up on her and grunted when it snapped tightly around her wrists and ankles. He pulled her into a more comfortable position and crept up her body. "That hole needs to be filled as well, I think. Let's do this first, shall we?"
"Mmn." He carefully held himself up over her so his weight wouldn't press too hard, then paused and held his hands up. She grasped them immediately, squeezing both in affirmation.
"Left, red. Right, yellow. Just like we discussed. Okay?"
She nodded hastily, her short purple hair scrunching up on the pillows. "Mm hm."
He sighed roughly and inserted himself into the hole in the gag. He groaned, thighs trembling, and thrust slowly at first. The illicit pleasure was too much, however, and after a minute or so it was all he could do to hold back.
"This feels so good. And sh - shut you up at last." She growled loudly and he choked, almost falling as the thrum from the sound deep in her throat struck his sensitive member. "Ahh, fuck! You little shit, ah, ahh, Ches... ahhhh!" He clenched his jaw, straining not to choke her by forcing ahead too much. She never gave him their safeword squeeze, so he relaxed and enjoyed himself, pulling back as soon as he was finished.
"Hhff."
Aizawa eyed her reproachfully as she lay there with a dribble of semen sliding out the corner of her mouth. "You naughty girl. I wasn't finished with you yet." He unfastened the capture thread at the same time as the gag and took up a cloth nearby to wipe her off. She allowed him to clean her face and accepted a drink of water from a bottle as well. "More?"
She shook her head. "M'okay." She opened and closed her mouth a few times, working it out. "Yeah. I'm good."
He worked his palms over her wrists, rubbing the tired skin. "Cramping? Any cloth burns?"
Elly pursed her lips, flexing her body slowly to test for any irregularities. "Nope. I'm fine, Sho."
"Good." Relief flooded his worn features and a very soft smile curved his lips. "You want the other half now, or later?"
She held out her arms. "Mmm, now, please. You were quite sexy as a villain. I'm all worked up."
"Same thing we talked about earlier for you?"
Her eyes grew dreamy. "Mmm, yes." She shivered all over. "I want the ultra after care package. Over-the-top acting and all."
He snickered at her use of the word. "I'll try my damndest. Bed, or the pillows still okay?"
"Just do it. I'm good here. What I need is my lover."
"You've got him." He sank down and cuddled her close. "I had a good time, dear," he whispered.
"That's nice." She purred when he kissed her cheek. "I love it when I make you lose control like that. Makes me feel sexy."
"You are sexy." He imitated her purr and she giggled. He had loved his orgasm - the play had been a good idea. Now he would be put to the test for her pleasure. He took a deep, slow breath, gathering his wits about him. "Sweet kitten," he whispered into her ear as his rough palm caressed the side of her face, "You are my everything. You are my heart, my life, my one and only."
Elly closed her eyes in bliss as he kissed her. The dark haired man had become so important to her that her request for pleasure had been simple. She wanted him to give her the softest, most love-filled experience he could possibly manage. Cheesy lines were fine, in fact, encouraged, and she was thrilled to see he had done his research. His dry lips brushed her own, tongue tickling between as his gray eyes pleaded with her for permission. She moaned and parted them to be swept away into the most passionate soul kiss she had yet to experience.
"My Sho." She choked with emotion when he broke apart at last.
"Yes," he murmured, moving up to kiss her eyelids. "All yours. Forever and ever, if you would have me."
"Oh, yes." She had begun to weep and he moved to lick her tears away. Her legs writhed against each other restlessly, her sex swollen with need. Every time he spoke she felt a tingling that was driving her wild.
"Ches," he said quietly, one hand lazily sliding down her curves towards where her thighs met. "Your Sho wants to give you so many kisses. Special kisses. You want them?"
"O - oh my god..." She hadn't prepared for this. She hadn't thought he would be so soul destroying, so wonderful.
"Please, darling," he begged as his fingers found her moist heat and began swirling in leisurely circles, "let me taste your honey sweetness. You're positively dripping down here. Am I making you feel good?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want my loving tongue buried deeply inside you?"
Her toes curled as she arched towards his fingers. "Yes, Shota, yes! Anything! Everything!"
He ducked his face to hide a grin and then, making sure she was watching, slid his fingers out of her and held them up. He lapped every one clean as she watched incredulously, her eyes wide and focused on his. "Delicious," he smirked. "I've learned some new tricks, lover. Don't be surprised if you find out something amazing about yourself."
"Wh - what..."
"Shhh." He licked her lips once, swiping his tongue across them while staring deeply into her eyes. "Trust yourself to me, my love."
Speechless, she nodded.
His mouth was hot as it trailed down her body. He rained light, brushing kisses all the way down until he reached her navel, where he dipped inside briefly with a smile. Her legs were spread already, eagerly awaiting the pleasing caress of his tongue. Aizawa glanced up and saw she was already biting her hand to stay her cries. This had all the earmarks of an epic sexual escapade, if he played his hand correctly. He drew together all the knowledge he had painstakingly gained from websites both factual and fantasy in the past week and began. Her hand was not enough to stifle the screams. In a few moments she didn't even want to try when as the incredible the pleasure waxed and waned. It drew to an electrifying peak before toning down right before she could find the release she so desperately sought. Her hand grasped the back of his head, gripping the ponytail as he loved her. His touch was incredibly gentle as he licked closer and closer to her throbbing desire. Before she knew it she was imploring him to let her come in tears, praising and wailing. Aizawa's face started to burn as he thought of their neighbors but he didn't stop.
"Oh, god, Shota, please! You're so good at this, so good..." A whimper, and he slid his tongue in as far as it would go while nuzzling her above. "Don't stop! Ahh, please don't stop! I'm - I'm - ohhh nooo, baby, darling, more, more!"
He closed his eyes and applied some new things he had learned. So gentle, so light ... he had to be careful. Her taste began to change as she screamed his name again. It was time. He quickly added three fingers inside her, pumping in time with her breathing. As she slowed down, he did as well, then curled them as best he could while sucking hard on her exhausted clitorus.
Elly didn't scream this time. This was beyond that. She flickered in and out of sight rapidly several times, losing control of her quirk as the shocking intensity surged through her body. She was sore, but it didn't actually hurt. And that's how she found out that it was possible to orgasm twice in a row.
Aizawa was holding her in his arms when she came to.
"Ches? You okay?" His face was sweaty, loose hairs plastered on his neck and cheek. "You passed out on me!"
"Oh... I'm all right now, I think." She took a long, shaky breath. "Where the hell did you learn to do that, Shota?"
He shrugged. "Internet."
Can't Sleep Love
Shota/Els
_
Aizawa flipped his phone over where it lay on his desk. A text from his girlfriend, strange. She was in her office while he was teaching in his classroom some distance away. They normally didn't text frivolously, so he checked to make sure everything was okay.
One glance and he spit the mouthful of coffee he had just taken into the air as he leaped to his feet. His students watched curiously, wondering what had shaken the normally unflappable teacher.
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Hey, was just thinking about you and how I'd love to kiss you all over.</i>
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>Have you gone as mad as your hero name suggests? We're at school!</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>So? Texts are private, sweetie. Besides, you love fooling around in public</i> ;3
Shit. She had him there. He motioned for the teens to keep working and sat back down, assuming a frown though his heart was pounding with loving excitement.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>You're a wicked woman. Everywhere, huh?</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Especially that sweet, hard cock of yours, Sho.</i>
This went on for some time, until it was lunch and he had a chance to nap. She knew he did, so let him have some peace from the teasing texts for a while.
Except...
He couldn't sleep.
She had sent him so many messages of love and desire and absolutely heart stopping sexual innuendo that he could do nothing but think of her. All he did was dream of her obsessively: wanting, needing, <i>aching</i>. He saw her when he closed his eyes and eventually gave up trying to sneak his usual naps in between classes.
Oh, she was good, his woman. So good. He sighed and brought out his phone again.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>You win, my queen. You broke me. I need you now or I'll be ruined for my after school patrols.</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Now?!</i>
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>Come to me. The bag will fit two, you know.</i>
She gulped, feeling the blush rise from her neck all the way to the top of her head as she read the next text.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>If we squeeze really tight.</i>
Oh, he was good. So good.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>If we're inside each other.</i>
She ran for his classroom so fast she startled several groups of students on their way to lunch.
_
Aizawa flipped his phone over where it lay on his desk. A text from his girlfriend, strange. She was in her office while he was teaching in his classroom some distance away. They normally didn't text frivolously, so he checked to make sure everything was okay.
One glance and he spit the mouthful of coffee he had just taken into the air as he leaped to his feet. His students watched curiously, wondering what had shaken the normally unflappable teacher.
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Hey, was just thinking about you and how I'd love to kiss you all over.</i>
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>Have you gone as mad as your hero name suggests? We're at school!</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>So? Texts are private, sweetie. Besides, you love fooling around in public</i> ;3
Shit. She had him there. He motioned for the teens to keep working and sat back down, assuming a frown though his heart was pounding with loving excitement.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>You're a wicked woman. Everywhere, huh?</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Especially that sweet, hard cock of yours, Sho.</i>
This went on for some time, until it was lunch and he had a chance to nap. She knew he did, so let him have some peace from the teasing texts for a while.
Except...
He couldn't sleep.
She had sent him so many messages of love and desire and absolutely heart stopping sexual innuendo that he could do nothing but think of her. All he did was dream of her obsessively: wanting, needing, <i>aching</i>. He saw her when he closed his eyes and eventually gave up trying to sneak his usual naps in between classes.
Oh, she was good, his woman. So good. He sighed and brought out his phone again.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>You win, my queen. You broke me. I need you now or I'll be ruined for my after school patrols.</i>
<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Now?!</i>
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>Come to me. The bag will fit two, you know.</i>
She gulped, feeling the blush rise from her neck all the way to the top of her head as she read the next text.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>If we squeeze really tight.</i>
Oh, he was good. So good.
<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>If we're inside each other.</i>
She ran for his classroom so fast she startled several groups of students on their way to lunch.
Possessive Proposition
Shota/Els
_
"Wait, what was that?" Elly's ears perked upright. She must have heard wrong.
"You've been on the pill long enough." He shrugged. "I want to fuck."
"You really did say that." She hissed softly, pinching the bridge of her nose with a thumb and forefinger. "I thought you did."
He raised an eyebrow and walked around the kitchen counter to plant his hands on either side of her from behind, staring morosely down at the salad she was making. "Your birth control is viable. It's the perfect time." He bit just under her jaw, a light nibble.
"Maybe if you were a bit more romantic about - hey!" He grasped one of her hands and brought it up to his mouth. Elly squirmed as he licked her wrist, then slowly sucked on her fingertips. "Shota..."
"I want to fill you up with my body and my seed. I want to love you completely, Ches."
She sighed, her tail lashing madly behind her. "Damn it, you big, scruffy fool. All right, you know I want you."
"Hmm." He let her hand go and abruptly picked her up.
"The salad -"
"Can wait. I can't."
He was like a man possessed, driven by a hunger so ancient, so primal, that he undressed her with his teeth as well as his hands. Clothing piled up next to the bed with the soft whump of discarded fabric, harsh panting and clack of a belt the only sounds in the room. Aizawa shrugged out of his slacks, kicking them off the rest of the way and instantly shoving his boxer briefs down as well.
"I've been holding back for so long," he moaned, hissing with pleasure as she curled her legs about him. "They look at us in the halls at school, I hear them gossiping behind our backs. They all want to know why we're a couple, if we're really living together, if I've bedded you yet. If I've made you mine."
"Shota! This isn't like you."
"You're mine, Ches. No cat ever wanted me before, and I've never wanted another cat like you."
"I'm not exactly a cat, Sho."
"Ch', close enough." He bit harder on her neck this time, sucking until she mewed loudly. "I'm going to mark you inside and out."
"Oh my god."
"And I want you to mark me." He looked deep into her eyes. "Bite me. Do it right where I just did you." He tilted his head back, exposing the tender skin where his pulse throbbed.
"Are you serious?"
"Please," he rasped hoarsely. "I want every single person to know I'm yours and you are mine." Shrugging lightly, she moved with him as he rolled onto his side. Laying next to him, she nuzzled where he indicated and kissed him. When she nipped he moaned so lasciviously she froze what she was doing.
"Wow, Shota, this is making you really hot, isn't it?"
"Ches..."
"Okay, I know." Her teeth closed and she sucked gently, trying not to hurt too much yet leave the mark he wanted. His reaction was electric.
"Yes, yes... god, yes!" He grabbed the back of her head when she would have stopped. "Tease it more," he begged softly. "Kiss it, lick it. I want, n - need your mouth there!"
"You've got a wild hickey," she panted, tracing the bruise with her tongue. "I'm not sure if we match really, but we both have one now." Shota surprised her once again by pulling her hair. When she looked down she saw he was a complete mess. His face was burning red across his cheeks and his eyes were filled with tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. He was panting, too, short, breathy little puffs in regular intervals between his parted lips. He wore his hair pulled back as he was at home but the ponytail was swirling upright.
"You're ... oh, wow. I've never seen you like this, Sho."
"Elly."
"Ah!" Her name. He had never called her by her first name for obvious reasons. This was serious. She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with a softer kiss.
"I love you."
"I love you, too." Her heart beat faster. He rarely said it but she knew; it was in all his interactions with her. How he made her coffee just right and always served it to her with a forehead kiss. His offers to stay home an extra day a week now, so both of "his girls" could get time with him. His actions belied his gruff exterior, but he did not speak of his feelings. If he was doing it now there was a reason.
He slowly rubbed his bloodshot eyes. "We've been living together for a month now," he continued. "It fits. We work."
"Yes." She smiled. It was nice to have a loved one that supported you.
"I want to make it official." She blinked at him in silence. What was he talking about? Aizawa exhaled softly, his cheeks starting to burn. "Shit, Ches, do I really have to spell it out?" He stretched across her, reaching over to pull the drawer of his nightstand open. He fumbled for a minute, swearing, then pulled a box out.
"Are you okay, Sho? You're shaking."
He held up one hand to quiet her. "I'm not okay. Not until - unless -- you tell me yes."
"Yes to wh - ohmigod." She was so startled she exclaimed in english.
He popped the box open, revealing what could only be an engagement ring. It was simple, like him, a band of gold with a small diamond setting.
And he simply sat and stared at her.
Inside, he was a storm of emotions. He felt as if he might vomit, especially if she rejected him now. But he pushed those feelings away and carefully focused on her shocked face.
He needn't have worried.
Elly miaowed and threw her arms around him. "Yes! Oh god, Sho..."
He sighed in relief. "I was nervous."
She was crying softly. "Quick, quick. Put it on me, then put it in me. I love you so much right now."
He gasped and slipped the band onto the proper finger, his hand shaking. "It's okay to just..?"
"Make love to me right now, Aizawa Shota."
He cried out and fell upon her. Their lovemaking was sparked by their fresh emotions, tender and loud. It was not as long as he may have wished due to the absence of the condom, but they both definitely had an experience she would never forget.
_
"Wait, what was that?" Elly's ears perked upright. She must have heard wrong.
"You've been on the pill long enough." He shrugged. "I want to fuck."
"You really did say that." She hissed softly, pinching the bridge of her nose with a thumb and forefinger. "I thought you did."
He raised an eyebrow and walked around the kitchen counter to plant his hands on either side of her from behind, staring morosely down at the salad she was making. "Your birth control is viable. It's the perfect time." He bit just under her jaw, a light nibble.
"Maybe if you were a bit more romantic about - hey!" He grasped one of her hands and brought it up to his mouth. Elly squirmed as he licked her wrist, then slowly sucked on her fingertips. "Shota..."
"I want to fill you up with my body and my seed. I want to love you completely, Ches."
She sighed, her tail lashing madly behind her. "Damn it, you big, scruffy fool. All right, you know I want you."
"Hmm." He let her hand go and abruptly picked her up.
"The salad -"
"Can wait. I can't."
He was like a man possessed, driven by a hunger so ancient, so primal, that he undressed her with his teeth as well as his hands. Clothing piled up next to the bed with the soft whump of discarded fabric, harsh panting and clack of a belt the only sounds in the room. Aizawa shrugged out of his slacks, kicking them off the rest of the way and instantly shoving his boxer briefs down as well.
"I've been holding back for so long," he moaned, hissing with pleasure as she curled her legs about him. "They look at us in the halls at school, I hear them gossiping behind our backs. They all want to know why we're a couple, if we're really living together, if I've bedded you yet. If I've made you mine."
"Shota! This isn't like you."
"You're mine, Ches. No cat ever wanted me before, and I've never wanted another cat like you."
"I'm not exactly a cat, Sho."
"Ch', close enough." He bit harder on her neck this time, sucking until she mewed loudly. "I'm going to mark you inside and out."
"Oh my god."
"And I want you to mark me." He looked deep into her eyes. "Bite me. Do it right where I just did you." He tilted his head back, exposing the tender skin where his pulse throbbed.
"Are you serious?"
"Please," he rasped hoarsely. "I want every single person to know I'm yours and you are mine." Shrugging lightly, she moved with him as he rolled onto his side. Laying next to him, she nuzzled where he indicated and kissed him. When she nipped he moaned so lasciviously she froze what she was doing.
"Wow, Shota, this is making you really hot, isn't it?"
"Ches..."
"Okay, I know." Her teeth closed and she sucked gently, trying not to hurt too much yet leave the mark he wanted. His reaction was electric.
"Yes, yes... god, yes!" He grabbed the back of her head when she would have stopped. "Tease it more," he begged softly. "Kiss it, lick it. I want, n - need your mouth there!"
"You've got a wild hickey," she panted, tracing the bruise with her tongue. "I'm not sure if we match really, but we both have one now." Shota surprised her once again by pulling her hair. When she looked down she saw he was a complete mess. His face was burning red across his cheeks and his eyes were filled with tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. He was panting, too, short, breathy little puffs in regular intervals between his parted lips. He wore his hair pulled back as he was at home but the ponytail was swirling upright.
"You're ... oh, wow. I've never seen you like this, Sho."
"Elly."
"Ah!" Her name. He had never called her by her first name for obvious reasons. This was serious. She opened her mouth to speak, but he silenced her with a softer kiss.
"I love you."
"I love you, too." Her heart beat faster. He rarely said it but she knew; it was in all his interactions with her. How he made her coffee just right and always served it to her with a forehead kiss. His offers to stay home an extra day a week now, so both of "his girls" could get time with him. His actions belied his gruff exterior, but he did not speak of his feelings. If he was doing it now there was a reason.
He slowly rubbed his bloodshot eyes. "We've been living together for a month now," he continued. "It fits. We work."
"Yes." She smiled. It was nice to have a loved one that supported you.
"I want to make it official." She blinked at him in silence. What was he talking about? Aizawa exhaled softly, his cheeks starting to burn. "Shit, Ches, do I really have to spell it out?" He stretched across her, reaching over to pull the drawer of his nightstand open. He fumbled for a minute, swearing, then pulled a box out.
"Are you okay, Sho? You're shaking."
He held up one hand to quiet her. "I'm not okay. Not until - unless -- you tell me yes."
"Yes to wh - ohmigod." She was so startled she exclaimed in english.
He popped the box open, revealing what could only be an engagement ring. It was simple, like him, a band of gold with a small diamond setting.
And he simply sat and stared at her.
Inside, he was a storm of emotions. He felt as if he might vomit, especially if she rejected him now. But he pushed those feelings away and carefully focused on her shocked face.
He needn't have worried.
Elly miaowed and threw her arms around him. "Yes! Oh god, Sho..."
He sighed in relief. "I was nervous."
She was crying softly. "Quick, quick. Put it on me, then put it in me. I love you so much right now."
He gasped and slipped the band onto the proper finger, his hand shaking. "It's okay to just..?"
"Make love to me right now, Aizawa Shota."
He cried out and fell upon her. Their lovemaking was sparked by their fresh emotions, tender and loud. It was not as long as he may have wished due to the absence of the condom, but they both definitely had an experience she would never forget.
Shouta's Interview
This isn't going to be posted under either of my names, is it? It better not. I value my anonymity.
I'm doing this because she's in the public eye and everyone keeps hounding her for news about - how do they put it? -- 'your hobo boyfriend'."
Don't apologize for that. I know I'm not a handsome man. I take care of myself so I don't get ill and make sure I'm in top physical condition for as well. What concerns me is you're upsetting her.
I usually just ignore any press, but she's getting a lot of pressure from you all regarding me. And ignoring isn't working this time. Just know that I will do anything for Cheshire. Stop bothering her about me.
Okay.
What?
I like cats.
People that know me - and there's not a lot of them, thank god -- know I'm obsessed. That's not the reason I love her, however. It would be completely illogical to say I fell in love because she's got some cat features. It intrigues me and it's made for some interesting sexual episodes, but no, that's not why she's mine.
What's wrong? Oh. Sex. Yes, we're in a committed relationship and we live together, so we have relations on a regular basis. She obviously finds me a ... suitable partner.
No, I will not discuss it further. What is wrong with you people?
No.
She doesn't 'put up with me', as many would suggest. We love each other. She doesn't care if I fall asleep when we're talking at home. I wake up later to find blankets and a warm woman curled up next to me no matter where I happened to drop off. She understands my needs and I do hers. It's a comfortable relationship and I enjoy her company.
Will I ever <i>what?</i>
Ahhh. Really? You're going to ask me flat out if I'm going to propose. How do you think I would answer that? Even if I were, she might see this somewhere and it would ruin the moment.
Yes, I care about romance. It's an important part of a committed relationship. Speaking of which... yes. Our time is up and I need to go.
I've got a date.
I'm doing this because she's in the public eye and everyone keeps hounding her for news about - how do they put it? -- 'your hobo boyfriend'."
Don't apologize for that. I know I'm not a handsome man. I take care of myself so I don't get ill and make sure I'm in top physical condition for as well. What concerns me is you're upsetting her.
I usually just ignore any press, but she's getting a lot of pressure from you all regarding me. And ignoring isn't working this time. Just know that I will do anything for Cheshire. Stop bothering her about me.
Okay.
What?
I like cats.
People that know me - and there's not a lot of them, thank god -- know I'm obsessed. That's not the reason I love her, however. It would be completely illogical to say I fell in love because she's got some cat features. It intrigues me and it's made for some interesting sexual episodes, but no, that's not why she's mine.
What's wrong? Oh. Sex. Yes, we're in a committed relationship and we live together, so we have relations on a regular basis. She obviously finds me a ... suitable partner.
No, I will not discuss it further. What is wrong with you people?
No.
She doesn't 'put up with me', as many would suggest. We love each other. She doesn't care if I fall asleep when we're talking at home. I wake up later to find blankets and a warm woman curled up next to me no matter where I happened to drop off. She understands my needs and I do hers. It's a comfortable relationship and I enjoy her company.
Will I ever <i>what?</i>
Ahhh. Really? You're going to ask me flat out if I'm going to propose. How do you think I would answer that? Even if I were, she might see this somewhere and it would ruin the moment.
Yes, I care about romance. It's an important part of a committed relationship. Speaking of which... yes. Our time is up and I need to go.
I've got a date.
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Switch Quirk
Els/Shota/Hizashi
_
"We did it!"
"Chased the bastard off," Aizawa grunted.
Elly cheered and threw her arms around her boyfriend. He seemed surprised, but more strangely, taken aback when she kissed him. His lips worked on hers, tongue unusually delicate and humming softly with delight. He was distracted and far more gentle than he had been in a long while.
Almost like this was their first kiss.
"Ow, damn it!" He yelped suddenly, breaking apart as someone smacked the top of his head.
Elly cried out as she spotted his attacker. "Hey! What the hell, Mic!"
"Get your hands off her," the Voice Hero snarled in rage. His quirk caused several things nearby to fall over as he lost control of it.
She watched, confused, as Present Mic glared daggers at her boyfriend's back. "Sho, honey, what's gotten into Mic... uh. Shota?"
Aizawa was frozen in place in the street, his eyes unnaturally wide and his mouth still parted from her kiss.
"That's not me, Ches." Mic stomped over and tugged on the capture thread around the man's neck. "I'm here now." He grimaced, tapping the neck speaker as if to compare.
"Switch quirk," Mic gasped weakly in Aizawa's voice.
"Obviously."
"Oh no. Oh..." She reached out slowly, as if in a dream, to touch her lips. "That means I just kissed Yamada, doesn't it." She took a step away, face blushing hard in her confusion.
"I'm sorry, it happened so fast I couldn't stop ya and - and, uh..." It was strange to see Aizawa's face twist rapidly into so many different expressions. "S - sorry!" Was all he could stutter helplessly.
They couldn't switch back. It was a nightmare for all involved, and after a few days all three heroes were tired, cranky and nervous as hell.
"It's been a few days," Aizawa murmured in Mic's voice as they were getting ready for bed. "You're tired, I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed."
"I - I can't!"
"Please," he whispered raggedly. "It's been days. You ruined me, Ches. I can't sleep without holding your warm, sweet body against mine."
"You're not in your body now! I can't just snuggle with - with this!" She waved a hand at his blond hair and long, lanky form.
"I know." He sighed, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "But I miss you."
"Shit..." She laid her ears back in irritation. "I really miss you, too." Elly closed her eyes and backed up to his chest. He held her gently from behind so she couldn't see anyway, but she kept them shut. He smelled like coffee, so there was something, at least. But she had a partial cat's nose, and she could scent the man under the familiar surface smells. This was not Shota, and her mind screamed at her as she tried to relax in his tentative embrace.
After a minute or so, he sighed brokenly and gently unwrapped his arms from around her. "You're uncomfortable, my queen," he said sadly. "I'll sleep in my bag."
"Shota..."
He flapped a hand in her direction and rolled up on top of the bed without a second thought. "It's fine."
Aizawa woke to find her laying on top of the bed with him instead of under the covers.
"Oh, Ches," he sighed.
"Sho?" Her ears twitched. "You 'wake?"
"Mm hmm." He unzipped himself and held her as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I love you, and I know how hard this must be. I can't sleep without you either."
"I need my kitten," he grumped.
"'Kitten'? Wow, you're really out of it. You almost never call me that."
"I'm horny as fuck, besides." He grimaced. "I know we promised Mic we wouldn't engage in sexual activities, but he specifically said sex, did he not?"
"Ye-e-e-es," she drawled nervously, trying to back away suddenly.
He held her close. "He never banned kisses."
"This isn't your body!" Her ears laid back as she started to breathe quickly in panic. "Sho, you're Hizashi now!"
"There will be no penetration, Ches. There's no need for you to touch this - his -- body. I just want to kiss you."
"But - but - !"
"He got to kiss you," he pointed out.
"Urghhh," she groaned. "I've been a little antsy too, to be honest. But, you're not you. And can you control yourself?"
"I shall."
"You'd better," she grumbled.
Aizawa grinned and placed a hand under her chin. She hurriedly closed her eyes before his lips touched hers, full and soft in the gentlest of touches. She shivered when the little points of Hizashi's mustache tickled her. They were nothing like the stubble she missed so dearly. He held his end of the bargain and only kissed her, his arms loosely curled around her waist.
"That's good," he sighed, his tongue poking out between his lips. "Too good, in fact."
"Uh oh. You said..!"
"You don't have to watch. I'll just, uh. Here." He shoved a hand down into the sleeping bag where she couldn't see. She averted her eyes as he began to moan, desperately reminding herself that this was Shota, not Hizashi. She listened to him pant roughly for a few minutes, then he groaned. "I c - can't, my queen!" He choked out a sob, furiously working his fist over himself. "I need to, but I cuh - can't..."
His agony helped her make a decision. "Yes, you can," she purred softly in his ear. "You just need some encouragement. What would you rather be doing? Have me touching you?"
"How about - ah, god -- sucking me off? I love your mouth on me." He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut. "That thing you do with your tongue..." He moaned loudly.
"Am I kissing you there, Sho? Do you feel how much I love your thick cock?"
"Ches! M'so close!"
"Then come, sweetie," she purred. "Let me have some of your milk."
He spluttered, shocked, and jerked forward with a high-pitched cry that was eerily more like who he looked like than who he was.
"Damn it, Aizawa Shota!"
The door to their bedroom was brutally kicked open and Shota blinked, amazed that he could appear so terrifying. It was strange to watch yourself in a rage.
"Hizashi?!"
"What're you doing in here?!" Hizashi was so angry his borrowed form was in full quirk mode. The black hair swayed upright and his eyes flashed a furious red. "That's not fair! We said no foolin' around..."
"Hizashi!"
He blinked, the embers in those eyes dying down. Aizawa was close to her with his hands thrust inside that stupid yellow bag. He guessed what had been going on but it didn't help. Seeing himself so close to her seemed to break him, and he covered his mouth with his hands, sinking down to the floor.
"It's not - it's just not fair." He dropped his head down and Elly was startled to hear a soft sob escape him. "You get everything good, Sho. Now I hafta sit at home right underneath while you two go at it with my body! I wasn't good enough, but - but my body..."
"Wait, what? Not good enough?" Elly's forehead wrinkled in a frown. "Mic, do you have feelings for me?"
"No!" He bit his lip and folded his arms tightly across his chest. "I - I meant somethin' else!"
She raised an eyebrow and sat up carefully. "Hizashi?"
He whimpered. It was the first time she had used his first name. "Please don't."
"I'm so sorry."
"Zashi, what the hell?" His friend sounded concerned. "You need to tell me if you're uncomfortable!"
"Uncomfortable?" He laughed wildly, eyes bulging. "Seriously? I'm in the body she's used to lovin' but she's okay with messing with mine if you're in it!"
Elly crawled angrily across the bed to grasp the front of his shirt, tail lashing wildly about. "Stop that! We just kissed, that's all." Her heart nearly stopped when she remembered his lips on hers after the switch. He stood still, his head turned as if expecting a slap. She let him go with a sigh.
"Actually, I jerked off as well."
"Aizawa Shota!"
He winced, but remained steadfast. "I'm not going to lie, Ches."
"Yeah, I kinda guessed." Mic stared morosely at her. "What if we never go back?"
"Recovery Girl said switches only last until the person makes another switch. They probably will soon, so it'll be fine."
He scuffed a foot on the floor. "Can you just kinda... forget what I said, then?"
"If you want."
He nodded. "Can you do me a favor, though? Kiss him?"
Aizawa blinked. "Uh."
"I see where this is going." She crawled back over to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around him. "You know it'll hurt," she told the dejected man at the foot of the bed.
"I just want to see it once."
She sighed. "Kiss me, Sho."
He shook his head, baffled, and tucked a handful of golden hair behind his ear. "All right." Their mouths met and Hizashi saw himself paired with her as if in a strange movie.
She sighed and parted her lips and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness of her mouth and moaning as the feeling caused his heart to pound heavily in his chest. Her hands caressing the back of his neck were softer than he could have imagined and he wanted to hold her but he felt the stickiness in his palm and left them in the bag.
Aizawa looked down at his own two hands and decided he would let his friend have this one moment. Fate had decreed that their switch back occurred exactly then, and he would not argue about the strange timing.
Yet Hizashi looked so heartbroken as he got something he'd wanted for so long.
_
"We did it!"
"Chased the bastard off," Aizawa grunted.
Elly cheered and threw her arms around her boyfriend. He seemed surprised, but more strangely, taken aback when she kissed him. His lips worked on hers, tongue unusually delicate and humming softly with delight. He was distracted and far more gentle than he had been in a long while.
Almost like this was their first kiss.
"Ow, damn it!" He yelped suddenly, breaking apart as someone smacked the top of his head.
Elly cried out as she spotted his attacker. "Hey! What the hell, Mic!"
"Get your hands off her," the Voice Hero snarled in rage. His quirk caused several things nearby to fall over as he lost control of it.
She watched, confused, as Present Mic glared daggers at her boyfriend's back. "Sho, honey, what's gotten into Mic... uh. Shota?"
Aizawa was frozen in place in the street, his eyes unnaturally wide and his mouth still parted from her kiss.
"That's not me, Ches." Mic stomped over and tugged on the capture thread around the man's neck. "I'm here now." He grimaced, tapping the neck speaker as if to compare.
"Switch quirk," Mic gasped weakly in Aizawa's voice.
"Obviously."
"Oh no. Oh..." She reached out slowly, as if in a dream, to touch her lips. "That means I just kissed Yamada, doesn't it." She took a step away, face blushing hard in her confusion.
"I'm sorry, it happened so fast I couldn't stop ya and - and, uh..." It was strange to see Aizawa's face twist rapidly into so many different expressions. "S - sorry!" Was all he could stutter helplessly.
They couldn't switch back. It was a nightmare for all involved, and after a few days all three heroes were tired, cranky and nervous as hell.
"It's been a few days," Aizawa murmured in Mic's voice as they were getting ready for bed. "You're tired, I'm exhausted. Let's go to bed."
"I - I can't!"
"Please," he whispered raggedly. "It's been days. You ruined me, Ches. I can't sleep without holding your warm, sweet body against mine."
"You're not in your body now! I can't just snuggle with - with this!" She waved a hand at his blond hair and long, lanky form.
"I know." He sighed, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "But I miss you."
"Shit..." She laid her ears back in irritation. "I really miss you, too." Elly closed her eyes and backed up to his chest. He held her gently from behind so she couldn't see anyway, but she kept them shut. He smelled like coffee, so there was something, at least. But she had a partial cat's nose, and she could scent the man under the familiar surface smells. This was not Shota, and her mind screamed at her as she tried to relax in his tentative embrace.
After a minute or so, he sighed brokenly and gently unwrapped his arms from around her. "You're uncomfortable, my queen," he said sadly. "I'll sleep in my bag."
"Shota..."
He flapped a hand in her direction and rolled up on top of the bed without a second thought. "It's fine."
Aizawa woke to find her laying on top of the bed with him instead of under the covers.
"Oh, Ches," he sighed.
"Sho?" Her ears twitched. "You 'wake?"
"Mm hmm." He unzipped himself and held her as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I love you, and I know how hard this must be. I can't sleep without you either."
"I need my kitten," he grumped.
"'Kitten'? Wow, you're really out of it. You almost never call me that."
"I'm horny as fuck, besides." He grimaced. "I know we promised Mic we wouldn't engage in sexual activities, but he specifically said sex, did he not?"
"Ye-e-e-es," she drawled nervously, trying to back away suddenly.
He held her close. "He never banned kisses."
"This isn't your body!" Her ears laid back as she started to breathe quickly in panic. "Sho, you're Hizashi now!"
"There will be no penetration, Ches. There's no need for you to touch this - his -- body. I just want to kiss you."
"But - but - !"
"He got to kiss you," he pointed out.
"Urghhh," she groaned. "I've been a little antsy too, to be honest. But, you're not you. And can you control yourself?"
"I shall."
"You'd better," she grumbled.
Aizawa grinned and placed a hand under her chin. She hurriedly closed her eyes before his lips touched hers, full and soft in the gentlest of touches. She shivered when the little points of Hizashi's mustache tickled her. They were nothing like the stubble she missed so dearly. He held his end of the bargain and only kissed her, his arms loosely curled around her waist.
"That's good," he sighed, his tongue poking out between his lips. "Too good, in fact."
"Uh oh. You said..!"
"You don't have to watch. I'll just, uh. Here." He shoved a hand down into the sleeping bag where she couldn't see. She averted her eyes as he began to moan, desperately reminding herself that this was Shota, not Hizashi. She listened to him pant roughly for a few minutes, then he groaned. "I c - can't, my queen!" He choked out a sob, furiously working his fist over himself. "I need to, but I cuh - can't..."
His agony helped her make a decision. "Yes, you can," she purred softly in his ear. "You just need some encouragement. What would you rather be doing? Have me touching you?"
"How about - ah, god -- sucking me off? I love your mouth on me." He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut. "That thing you do with your tongue..." He moaned loudly.
"Am I kissing you there, Sho? Do you feel how much I love your thick cock?"
"Ches! M'so close!"
"Then come, sweetie," she purred. "Let me have some of your milk."
He spluttered, shocked, and jerked forward with a high-pitched cry that was eerily more like who he looked like than who he was.
"Damn it, Aizawa Shota!"
The door to their bedroom was brutally kicked open and Shota blinked, amazed that he could appear so terrifying. It was strange to watch yourself in a rage.
"Hizashi?!"
"What're you doing in here?!" Hizashi was so angry his borrowed form was in full quirk mode. The black hair swayed upright and his eyes flashed a furious red. "That's not fair! We said no foolin' around..."
"Hizashi!"
He blinked, the embers in those eyes dying down. Aizawa was close to her with his hands thrust inside that stupid yellow bag. He guessed what had been going on but it didn't help. Seeing himself so close to her seemed to break him, and he covered his mouth with his hands, sinking down to the floor.
"It's not - it's just not fair." He dropped his head down and Elly was startled to hear a soft sob escape him. "You get everything good, Sho. Now I hafta sit at home right underneath while you two go at it with my body! I wasn't good enough, but - but my body..."
"Wait, what? Not good enough?" Elly's forehead wrinkled in a frown. "Mic, do you have feelings for me?"
"No!" He bit his lip and folded his arms tightly across his chest. "I - I meant somethin' else!"
She raised an eyebrow and sat up carefully. "Hizashi?"
He whimpered. It was the first time she had used his first name. "Please don't."
"I'm so sorry."
"Zashi, what the hell?" His friend sounded concerned. "You need to tell me if you're uncomfortable!"
"Uncomfortable?" He laughed wildly, eyes bulging. "Seriously? I'm in the body she's used to lovin' but she's okay with messing with mine if you're in it!"
Elly crawled angrily across the bed to grasp the front of his shirt, tail lashing wildly about. "Stop that! We just kissed, that's all." Her heart nearly stopped when she remembered his lips on hers after the switch. He stood still, his head turned as if expecting a slap. She let him go with a sigh.
"Actually, I jerked off as well."
"Aizawa Shota!"
He winced, but remained steadfast. "I'm not going to lie, Ches."
"Yeah, I kinda guessed." Mic stared morosely at her. "What if we never go back?"
"Recovery Girl said switches only last until the person makes another switch. They probably will soon, so it'll be fine."
He scuffed a foot on the floor. "Can you just kinda... forget what I said, then?"
"If you want."
He nodded. "Can you do me a favor, though? Kiss him?"
Aizawa blinked. "Uh."
"I see where this is going." She crawled back over to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around him. "You know it'll hurt," she told the dejected man at the foot of the bed.
"I just want to see it once."
She sighed. "Kiss me, Sho."
He shook his head, baffled, and tucked a handful of golden hair behind his ear. "All right." Their mouths met and Hizashi saw himself paired with her as if in a strange movie.
She sighed and parted her lips and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting the sweetness of her mouth and moaning as the feeling caused his heart to pound heavily in his chest. Her hands caressing the back of his neck were softer than he could have imagined and he wanted to hold her but he felt the stickiness in his palm and left them in the bag.
Aizawa looked down at his own two hands and decided he would let his friend have this one moment. Fate had decreed that their switch back occurred exactly then, and he would not argue about the strange timing.
Yet Hizashi looked so heartbroken as he got something he'd wanted for so long.
Rainy Holiday
Shota/Els
_
The weather was only just starting to get warm when Japan was blessed with its first spring shower. Elly and her boyfriend had gone for the weekend into the countryside to get away from the bustle of Musutafu. It was bad getting caught outside, sure, but at least it was a fine rain that caused everything to smell sweeter and fresher.
"I thought cats hated water," Aizawa said with an unusually soft smile. He was sitting under a large tree they had found, watching her spin about with her arms outstretched.
"It's not bad," she called out. "C'mon, Sho. You're wet already. Dance with me."
"You little fool." He laughed.
"I have kisses."
"Well, then. That changes things." He strolled over to where she stood and wrapped his arms around her wet body. "That tree only provided marginal shelter, at best." He rubbed his nose on hers affectionately.
"Good thing you put your hair up."
He snorted. "It's still wet."
She touched the back of his high ponytail, squeezing the damp locks. "But that's better than having it hang down in your face."
"I suppose." He cupped the back of her head and drew her close for his promised kiss, licking the droplets of water off her lips before pressing deep. The rain rushed down over and all around them, cooler on their skin than their hands and mouths. She shook herself all over lightly and surrendered to his tender advances, sighing as he rumbled lowly with pleasure. He drew back, teasing her with just the tip of his tongue while stroking her cheek in one hand. When she moved, he slipped a thumb forward to brush her lip down. This little touch caused such a reaction that when he moved to suck she moaned loudly.
Aizawa used every trick he knew to make his kisses special. He whimpered into her mouth, whispering every sweet, silly thing he could think of. He knew it was working when her knees buckled and she mewed.
"I love your kisses, Sho."
"Really?" He pulled back in mock surprise. "Here I thought you were somehow melting from all this wet."
"Mmn. It's getting late, though."
"Yes." He stooped and picked her up, careful of her tail. "We should head back to the inn and dry off."
"Mmm." She rested her head on his shoulder and soon became drowsy from his warmth and the sound of the rain. Aizawa carried her easily the entire way until they were back in the cozy room they had rented. He took her wet clothes off and wrapped her, purring, in a large fluffy towel to lay on the bed. He joined her after he had done the same, curling his arms around her and kissing her neck.
"Sleepy."
He chuckled. "Me, too. Let's get some well-deserved rest for once."
"Mm hmm." She mumbled something incoherently but he knew what it was.
"Love you, too."
_
The weather was only just starting to get warm when Japan was blessed with its first spring shower. Elly and her boyfriend had gone for the weekend into the countryside to get away from the bustle of Musutafu. It was bad getting caught outside, sure, but at least it was a fine rain that caused everything to smell sweeter and fresher.
"I thought cats hated water," Aizawa said with an unusually soft smile. He was sitting under a large tree they had found, watching her spin about with her arms outstretched.
"It's not bad," she called out. "C'mon, Sho. You're wet already. Dance with me."
"You little fool." He laughed.
"I have kisses."
"Well, then. That changes things." He strolled over to where she stood and wrapped his arms around her wet body. "That tree only provided marginal shelter, at best." He rubbed his nose on hers affectionately.
"Good thing you put your hair up."
He snorted. "It's still wet."
She touched the back of his high ponytail, squeezing the damp locks. "But that's better than having it hang down in your face."
"I suppose." He cupped the back of her head and drew her close for his promised kiss, licking the droplets of water off her lips before pressing deep. The rain rushed down over and all around them, cooler on their skin than their hands and mouths. She shook herself all over lightly and surrendered to his tender advances, sighing as he rumbled lowly with pleasure. He drew back, teasing her with just the tip of his tongue while stroking her cheek in one hand. When she moved, he slipped a thumb forward to brush her lip down. This little touch caused such a reaction that when he moved to suck she moaned loudly.
Aizawa used every trick he knew to make his kisses special. He whimpered into her mouth, whispering every sweet, silly thing he could think of. He knew it was working when her knees buckled and she mewed.
"I love your kisses, Sho."
"Really?" He pulled back in mock surprise. "Here I thought you were somehow melting from all this wet."
"Mmn. It's getting late, though."
"Yes." He stooped and picked her up, careful of her tail. "We should head back to the inn and dry off."
"Mmm." She rested her head on his shoulder and soon became drowsy from his warmth and the sound of the rain. Aizawa carried her easily the entire way until they were back in the cozy room they had rented. He took her wet clothes off and wrapped her, purring, in a large fluffy towel to lay on the bed. He joined her after he had done the same, curling his arms around her and kissing her neck.
"Sleepy."
He chuckled. "Me, too. Let's get some well-deserved rest for once."
"Mm hmm." She mumbled something incoherently but he knew what it was.
"Love you, too."
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