Wishing list: video

 One night when they had some time to spare Aizawa told her to keep her phone charged and at hand. He disappeared some time after dinner, unexpectedly vanishing and leaving only a cryptic text message behind.

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>Keep your phone close</i>

Elly did as he asked and went a step further, sitting down on their bed and getting comfortable. She was starting to nod off when she got another text.

<b>Eraser</b>: <i>My laptop is on the nightstand. Open it.</i>

When she did she couldn't believe her eyes. A video feed was showing her boyfriend laying nude on a bed with a sex toy next to him. The dildo had a curve and some bulbs expressly meant to help stimulate the male prostate. It also had vibration settings that went from one to ten. He showed it to her silently, then placed it nearby.

Elly's breathing grew quicker.

Aizawa fell back on the bed and spread his legs, reaching for a bottle of lubricant. He coated two fingers in a generous amount and began to open himself up, slowly thrusting one, and then the other inside his tightly puckered hole. He added lube one more time before a third finger was introduced, and that's when he began to moan softly.

"F - fuck," he panted. "Okay, enough." He grabbed the vibrator and inserted the tip, taking a big breath of air. "You better be watching me fuck myself on this," he growled sternly at the camera before pushing it in.

"<i>Shit</i>, that's bigger than my fingers." He inserted it to the flared end, a safety stopper, then choked a little when it hit near his prostate. Swallowing hard, he drew the sheet beside him over himself and, once again, looked directly into the camera. "I have to have help for this part."

To her added shock Hizashi walked in with some cloth strips. He winked at her before tying his friend's wrists together, binding him so he couldn't remove the toy no matter what she did. He looped them to the bed posts as well, then shook out a smaller piece of fabric.

"Open up, Sho," he teased. Aizawa gave him a dirty look but he did as he was asked, opening his mouth so the other man could fasten the gag securely. "Not too tight?"

He shook his head.

"I'll be in the other room," the blond man addressed her seriously. "If you open your phone, babe, you'll see a newly added app. It controls the vibrator." He winked. "If he's in trouble, text me and I'll help. But, ya know, for now... have fun!" He grasped the end of the sheet and yanked it abruptly off, exposing Aizawa's rock hard erection.

Hizashi walked off humming softly to himself.

Elly stared at her phone. She'd opened it to find the application that went with the toy. It was currently turned off.

Blushing, she turned it on.

Aizawa's body immediately stiffened but he remained fairly calm, going so far as to give her a challenging look. She tapped it higher, this time to three, and now there was a reaction. He tossed his head and groaned softly, his dark eye losing that cocky glare and hazing over with lust. She let him sit that way for awhile, turning it down and back up, seeing him grow more and more agitated as she teased him.

Elly grinned and raised the level to five. Her heart racing, she watched as he swallowed hard, his cheeks stained pink with lust and faint embarrassment.

"Mmmft!" The buzzing grew louder and he struggled on the bed, whimpering and pulling against the soft restraints. The cloth gag in his mouth was soaked with spit by now and his naked body covered in a shiny glow of sweat. He arched his back, his needy, dripping cock flopping on his thigh while he dug his toes into the sheets.

Elly turned it to eight.

<i>Now</i> when he raised his eye to the camera it was wide and pleading with her. His rigid length was slick and dripping endlessly from the swollen head. His moans were continual, and when she edged it up to the final setting he started to buck his hips into the air, whimpering when he met with no friction at all.

"Nmm! Urghhh!"

Elly shrieked softly and almost dropped the phone at the sound of a text coming in.

<b>Mic</b>: <i>Hey, babe, your BF doing OK in there? He's sure making a lot of noise!</i> ♡

<b>Ches</b>: <i>I think he's getting pissed he can't come</i>...

<b>Mic</b>: <i>Oh? Does he need a "hand"?</i>

She nearly choked on that suggestion.

<b>Mic</b>: <i>We talked about this before, he knew it might come down to it. Your choice, babygirl - you can drive all the way to my place or I can jerk him off right before your eyes.</i>

She fanned herself with one hand, sweating, the spot where her thighs met plump with electric excitement.

<b>Ches</b>: <i>Help him out</i>.

Aizawa lay sweating and gasping on the bed when he heard footsteps. He immediately knew her choice had been made and let out a low groan.

Hizashi untied the gag and tossed it aside. "You okay? Wanna get right down to it?"

"Shut up," Aizawa grunted crossly. "Just fucking help me."

"That's not polite." He sighed and took hold of the end of the toy, thrusting it in and out a few times very quickly.

Aizawa threw his head back, the tendons standing out as he clenched his jaw tightly. "Hizashi, you <i>bastard</i>!"

"See? Potty mouth." He pouted sadly at the camera. "What d'ya think, Ches? Do you want him to beg? I personally think he should apologize, too."

She would have laughed but the whole scenario was turning her on far too much.

<b>Ches</b>: <i>Make him beg for it</i>, she texted with shaky fingers.

"Oh oh, ding! Another text..." Hizashi read it and chuckled evilly. "Bad news for you, Sho - you need to be a good boy and beg for your orgasm."

"What?! I'm not going to -" He wheezed, tensing all his muscles and pulling on his restraints. "Don't you dare! Don't..!"

Hizashi pursed his lips and firmly tapped the end of the dildo, still buzzing inside him. "What was that?"

"Okay, okay! Fuck, st - stop, it's too much, you little shit -" He choked back what he was about to say when Hizashi started spearing him with the toy again. "I'm sorry! Let me fuckin' come already! <i>Please</i>!"

"That's the magic word!" He stopped pounding the bound man's prostate and gripped his slippery penis in one hand. Aizawa swore loudly, and all it took was three tight-fisted pumps before he was shuddering, spouting straight up in the air and coating himself and Hizashi's hand. Elly immediately switched off the toy, knowing he would be sensitive and hurt if the vibration Continued.

"<i>Fuck</i>." The dark-haired man collapsed onto the bed.

"Technically it was a hand job. Also, ew." Hizashi wrinkled his nose at his slimy hand. "Now you're gonna hafta wait until I wash up before I untie you."

"It's fucking come, Hizashi. You've seen it before."

"Yeah," he called out over his shoulder as he headed for the bathroom, "but like, <i>mine</i>. Not someone else's."

Elly giggled, then clapped a hand over her mouth though no one could hear.

Wishing list: hair washing

 Elly had short, purple hair that was surprisingly thick. It was a hassle to keep it any longer than trimmed to the nape of her neck, except for her two dangling side locks that fell on either sides of her cheeks. She had a lot of hair, though short, and it irritated her that every time she touched it, huge amounts fell out of her head! Whenever she brushed she always ended up with an insane amount and was forced to cut it out of the bristles with a scissor.

In short, if she could have shaved her head, she would. But now that she had a certain image to keep, she was stuck with it.

This was why it felt extra luxurious as Aizawa washed her hair. She could relax in a tub filled with creamy bubbles and not worry about it for once. She vaguely wondered how Hizashi put up with his huge amount, then sighed as her boyfriend rinsed her scalp with a warm rush of water.

"Feels good." Elly leaned back, her eyes closing as he worked his fingers through her hair.

"I'm glad," he murmured. "This seemed a little different than your other requests, and I wasn't sure how it would work."

"Mnn? You're doing great." She flicked her furry ears and slid deeper into the frothy bubbles in the tub.

He coughed dry laughter. "You're happy. That's all I need to see. But why hair washing, then? Can you tell me?"

She shrugged and blew at some bubbles to see them drift away onto another clump. "No reason. I like it when you pamper me."

He sighed. "I don't do it often enough."

"No, I didn't mean that!"

"I do." He stood slightly and kissed her forehead. "I should cater more to your needs. It's hard for me to remember sometimes."

"You're busy. We're all busy." She craned her neck back in an effort to look into his tired, gray eyes. "You do more than enough, baby. Don't say things like that."

He gave her a lopsided grin and filled a fresh bucket of warm, clean water from the tap. "Thank you."

"I wish I could use scented stuff," she mused faintly as he rinsed her clean. "Some shampoo and conditioners smell so <i>good</i>, and here I am stuck with this special no-scent kind."

Aizawa nodded. This was a common complaint he'd heard many times before. The other half of the conversation usually was about how delicious Hizashi's hair smelled, but she audibly choked it back tonight. He could hear her snap her mouth closed, however, and knew what she was thinking.

He smiled gently. "I think that's it." She sat up and he took a fluffy towel from the counter and rubbed her hair as dry as it would get. "That's definitely it, my queen. I'll get the takeout order we placed earlier while you finish up."

"Kiss me first?" She asked wistfully, her eyes very soft.

He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips, the brush of his chapped lips fleeting but sweet.

Elly sighed as she watched him slump out the door. 

Wishing list: voyeurism

 The next night the couple sat down to have a discussion about one of her requests. They had a few drinks and once they were relaxed Aizawa grew serious.

"How would you like to fulfill your voyeuristic fantasy?"

Elly choked on her beer and carefully put the can down. "I, uh. I only want it to be one other person. Not watching, just, um. Listening?"

Aizawa smiled knowingly. "Hizashi."

She gaped at him, her cheeks flushing so dark he worried she might pass out. "Sho - how - Shota, how did you..?"

He shrugged. "I'm not blind, Ches. You have a crush on him. It's natural, it happens."

"Well -" She bit her lip, eyes starting to tear up at the corners. "I'm not sure it's a crush..."

"You know I'm comfortable with your feelings for him. I've said it before."

She blushed harder. "I don't want to ruin his friendship or our relationship."

He shrugged. "You won't ruin us," he said firmly, rubbing her back in small circles as he thought. "And Hizashi will be okay with anything, really. It's just about approaching him the right way."

"Wait, he'll be <i>okay</i>?! How do you know that?"

He snorted. "You're attractive, and he's not blind. Plus, he would love hearing you get off. He's not just a Voice Hero - he actually loves voices."

Elly's heart began to thump crazily in her chest at the thought.

Aizawa was right, and of course he was, he'd been friends with the blond-haired man for more than a decade and knew him well. A couple of texts was all it took before he was at their door knocking.

She opened it to find him standing there, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and tapping one foot anxiously on the ground. He brightened when he saw her, his hazel eyes shining with pure happiness.

"Ches!"

"Um. Hi," she mumbled shyly. "Come on in."

Hizashi yanked off his biker boots and sprawled on their couch. "What's this about you wanting me here while you fuck?" He chirped cheerfully, causing his  friend to slap a palm over his face in resignation.

"Hizashi," he ground out between clenched teeth, "Don't scare her off with your ...enthusiasm."

He blinked at her, affecting an innocent face with his eyes wide and lower lip thrust out. "Is this better? I can't do a halo, pretty sure even a fake one'd burst into flames at what I'm thinking."

"Zashi..." Elly touched his arm, hesitant, and his smile won her over as it always did. "You're okay with this? Sitting on the couch listening?"

Hizashi stuck his tongue out lewdly while dropping a sly, crooked wink. She had to grab the arm of the couch to avoid keeling over at the sight. "Not gonna just be listenin', baby."

"You need anything?" Aizawa asked abruptly.

"Nope! Brought my own supplies." He patted the slightly bulging pocket of his dress shirt.

"Wait, right now?" She gasped as her boyfriend picked her up. "N - <i>now</i>?"

"Yes. Right now." He grinned at her and carried her into the bedroom, careful to leave the door wide open. He laid her on the bed and, right then and there stripped right in front of her.

"Shota!"

"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow at her while she lay there staring wide-eyed. "You too, kitten. Take everything off."

Stunned into compliance, she did so with her heart pounding in her chest so loudly she could hear it in her ears. "Are we really doing this?"

"Letting Hizashi listen to us? Specifically," he added, pushing her down onto the mattress, "letting him jerk off to your moans and cries? Yes, if you want to." He kissed her gently, brushing his chapped lips on her own. "Only if you want to. We can stop at any time. Use our safe words, okay?"

She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay."

Aizawa bent and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, suckling softly. This was a perfect distraction to her initial embarrassment and took her mind off the man in the other room almost instantly. He licked in tender, loving patterns while his fingers delicately pinched and rubbed the other, teasing it so that it was swollen and more sensitive. When she started moaning he switched, his hot mouth ravenously devouring the tight little nub of flesh and making her cry out.

"That's so sweet, baby, yes!"

"Hnnf. Feels good? You want me to play with you more?"

She considered, shivering all over. "I'm excited enough, I think," she admitted shyly.

He groaned and shifted his weight above her, slipping inside her body with ease. Aizawa leaned forward as he started rocking into her, kissing her passionately with his tongue licking and gently wrestling with hers.

"<i>God, baby, you sound so sexy when he kisses you just right.</i>"

She could hear Hizashi's voice humming in her ears!

"Wait! Wh - what? Zashi?" She broke the kiss, eyes huge as they darted around, but they were alone. The Voice Hero was still in the living room.

Aizawa grinned. "His quirk enables him to talk to you through a low frequency. <i>You</i> can hear him, but I can't."

"You knew!"

He leaned close and licked her lips, speaking directly into her mouth. "I did. And again, that means I'm okay with it."

"<i>Yeah, sweetie. Don't deny it makes you hotter than ever.</i>"

"I - I..."

"<i>Look, I know you want me. Hell, even Shota does. But let's start slow... let me talk to you while you're feeling good.</i>" A pause, and then a low growl that made her arch her back, moaning. "<i>I can make you feel even better.</i>"

"Oh god." She laid her ears flat and dug her nails into Aizawa's back as he thrust faster.

"Hold on," he panted.

Elly writhed underneath him, chest heaving and heart pounding strongly, twitching at every soft groan or sound Hizashi was beginning to make. She kept imagining him, locks of blond hair falling down out of his bun, shirt tugged out of his pants and jeans puddled around his ankles. Sitting there disheveled with his hand busy and his face straining with pleasure.

"<i>You gonna come, baby? You might not time it with him, but</i> I'm <i>real close.</i>"

She whimpered, bucking in an attempt to come faster and Aizawa chuckled. "He's got you that worked up, huh?"

"H - Hiz - !" She clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily, eyes wide.

"Go with it," he urged, kissing her on the forehead. "Sounds like <i>he</i> is."

"Ah, shit! Ches!" This time Hizashi was loud enough that they both heard. "I'm gonna -!"

Elly's hips jerked powerfully forward and she cried out. "I wanna come with you!"

Aizawa blinked, but he thought fast and brought his hand down to where their bodies were joined to rub at her sex in tight, hard circles. Their cries intermingled, and he swore softly as his own orgasm hit hard and fast.

They stayed where they were, coming down from their high and waiting while Hizashi used the bathroom to clean up first. Once they were all freshly dressed they met up in the living room.

Elly peered around the corner, her face red. She wasn't sure what the aftermath was going to be, but all her worry was for nothing. Hizashi was positively beaming and he rushed over, all smiles.

"That. Was. <i>Awesome</i>!" He grabbed her in a tight hug, smooching her noisily on the cheek. "Thank you so much for letting me be a part of this."

Aizawa caught her bewildered look over his shoulder and shrugged as if to say, <i>I told you so</i>.

Wishing list: massage

 Aizawa lit the last of the scented candles and wandered over to the nightstand to pick some music on his phone and set it down.

<i>Lighting, music, oil... and the drop sheet is laid out. Is that everything</i>? He gave the room a harsh once-over, peering at every angle. As he was studiously making sure the ambiance was perfect he heard her splashing in the bathroom.

"Finishing up, dear?"

"Yeah," she called out. "I'm drying off now."

"Good. I'm ready for you." He rubbed his hands briskly together and pulled the small table he set up closer. On it were a small stack of towels and a warm bowl of water where the oil bottle floated.

Elly glided dreamily into the room, naked and all smiles as she took in how he had transformed the room for her. His hair was tied back in a tight bun and he was dressed in a single black thong. He wore the revealing, tight-fitting garment without the slightest trace of self consciousness. He had also removed his prosthetic leg and set it aside for now, since oil and latex didn't quite mix.

She eyed him in approval, an aroused blush staining her cheeks pink. "This is lovely, Shota."

He gestured towards the bed. "Lay on your stomach with your head on the rolled up towels." He demonstrated when she laid down and soon she was resting comfortably.

He started with a light touch, grazing her skin without any oil and just his fingertips from the nape of her neck down to her toes. When he got close he kissed her between the shoulders and smiled when she sighed. His hands were almost tickling, skimming along just enough to cause a pleasant sexual tension.

Next, he took a little of the oil and massaged her back in long, even strokes. She immediately started to purr and the sound almost derailed him, but he continued working on her whole body, rubbing each leg and even every individual toe. Once she was pliant and completely relaxed, he kneaded a little harder, working with the flow of her muscles and concentrating on her neck and shoulders at first. She carried a lot of stress from her gear, so he made sure to rub until it was fully gone and she was moaning with pleasure.

"Sho, baby, you're too good at this."

"I don't think I can be too good at anything," he grunted. Then his voice grew softer, a dark thrill running through it as he stroked her side. "It's time to roll over so I can do your front."

"Mmmn." She sighed and flopped bonelessly to the side.

Aizawa snorted and took over, using a piece of the sheet to grip her so he could get her in position. "Sleepy kitty," he murmured.

"Mm hmm."

He rubbed his oiled hands on her breasts, spiraling closer to her nipples on each pass. "Too sleepy for fun?"

"Mnn, not too sleepy. But you're gonna have to do all the work." She gasped when he bent and tickled a nipple with the tip of his tongue.

"That's okay. You lay back and enjoy yourself." Elly hummed, rolling her head to the side with her eyes closed. There was the sweetest of frowns on her face, one that suggested his touch was getting her very excited.

Aizawa got on top, kneeling over her, and squeezed more oil out. He rubbed this not on her this time but his chest, avoiding the dark sprawl of hair and slicking his body down further until he reached his firming member. A few quick strokes, squeezing hard at the tip, and he was ready. Instead of getting on with things, though, he settled down and rubbed his body against her.

"Oh god, you're so slippery," she breathed. "This feels amazing."

"Hmm." He kissed her, stroking her curves and rubbing their bellies together. She instinctively tried to wrap her legs around him and only grew more electrified when she couldn't get a grip. "Ches," he whispered suddenly in such a harsh voice that she knew what was happening. "Ches, kitten, I'm gonna come!"

"Sexy," she murmured as he shuddered through his orgasm.

Aizawa was less than pleased. Once he was finished he swore and ripped the tight fabric off, throwing it directly in the waste basket on the side of the bed. "Fucking thing."

"I liked it."

"You're not satisfied yet," he grumbled, sliding down until he was between her legs. "I'll fix <i>that</i>."

The scruffy man was not usually into oral sex but he devoured her like it was his favorite past time, licking and kissing gently at first but ravenously, moaning and making a lot of noise. His eagerness almost thrilled her more than the act itself but he'd clearly done research and his studies paid off. He went with the flat of his tongue first, bobbing his head and keeping to the lower folds while he lightly tickled the top with his fingers. He licked his way up to his fingertips and them removed them in favor of the tip of his tongue, which he dabbed at the folds on top until her clitorus revealed itself to him.

Aizawa kissed her there.

"Ohmigod, honey did you just -"

He did it again, humming in the back of his throat and then swirled his tongue around. Her cries grew louder, her hips jerking towards him when he used a firmer touch. "Harder?"

"Yes!" She groaned. "Sho, baby, I want you to kiss my pussy lips like you do me. Please. A French kiss with your sweet, sweet tongue -"

He swallowed hard, his penis twitching at the dirty talk though it was spent. "Yes, my queen," he whispered, and did just that, nuzzling his upper lip on her clit while he closed his eyes and kissed her passionately.

"Oh, <i>Shota</i> f - fff..! It's so <i>good</i>!" As she was tossing her head on the pillow and gasping, thighs starting to shake, he wrapped his lips around the swollen button and sucked her to finish. He was pleased to hear her come absolutely undone, screaming as she lost all her inhibitions in the moment of release.

Elly came to with her sex twitching, breathing hard. Aizawa was wiping her oily body off with one of the towels put there for that purpose. She stared at him with a huge grin spreading across her sex-flushed features.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" He asked in his driest tone of voice.

She burst out laughing and hugged him.

Wishing list: spanking

 The sound of palm striking flesh was loud in the apartment. A sharp <i>crack</i>! was followed by the low miaow of a cat and heavy breathing.

Aizawa held his girlfriend lightly across his knee on their bed, her bottom sticking up and her tail swishing madly about. She was dressed in a filmy, purple lingerie set consisting of a frilly bra top and panties. The dark-haired, scruffy Erasure Hero had the most comfortable dominant outfit that was available for purchase online: a soft, black leather vest and pants. It fit perfectly with his scruffy visage and the ever-present dark circles under his eyes. The patch on his right added to the look, giving him a handsome, rogueish appearance.

"I can't stop it," she gasped.

He shook his head ruefully. "I'm going to have to keep going as long as that tail of yours keeps waving around." Another slap, and another.

Elly bit her lip and tried to reign in her feline half. It was difficult for her to let go when being directly challenged like this, which was why she wanted to play with such a scene. "I'm trying, Mr. Aizawa."

He let out a soft sigh. The name had been his idea while they were talking about this beforehand. He didn't care for the usual terms and liked to hear at least part of his name. "You're not trying hard enough then, are you kitten?" He brought his hand down once more, softer this time since he could see her skin was turning pink.

"I am!" She kicked her feet out, tears suddenly pricking in the corners of her eyes as a rush of helplessness flooded her. "I'm <i>trying</i>!"

Her tone alerted him in an instant. "Ches? Are you <i>green</i>?"

She broke down crying and he stopped the scene immediately, pulling her up to lay comfortably in his arms. "Okay," he murmured. "It's okay. You don't have to do anything. You're a good girl."

The last sentence seemed to set her in a strange loop of calm but much sadder, as she began a quieter kind of sobbing while whispering incoherently into his chest. Aizawa grew alarmed and cuddled her closer, rocking her gently while telling her over and over again how much he loved her.

At last her sobs tapered off enough so he could hear what she was sniffling. "I tried. I tried so <i>hard</i>, it was never, ever enough. I'm not good enough. Not good enough..."

"Oh, Ches." His gruff voice broke as he realized their play had triggered her childhood abuse, specifically from her father figures - all three of them. "My poor kitty."

"'Zawa?" She raised her tear-streaked face. "Oh, noooo, oh man, I didn't mean to ruin th -"

He cut her off very firmly. "You didn't ruin anything. I'm here for you in any way you need me."

Elly giggled unexpectedly and he frowned. "Oh. It's uh, the leather stuff. Hearing you be so gentle and - and so kind when you look..." She trailed off, her ears sinking into her hair. "Oh god, baby, I'm sorry."

"No need." He rubbed her sad ears, feeling the velvety texture between his fingers. "Would you like to switch to praise? You deserve it." A kiss was planted lightly on her temple and he began to massage her scalp, running his hand through her hair.

"Yes, please." She curled into his hold, tightening her grip on his vest.

"Good girl." Aizawa kissed her on the mouth this time, a light brush of his lips on her own. "I love you. It upsets me that you went through what you did because <i>you deserved better.</i>" He chuckled wryly and added, "I try not to get angry at your stepfather, you know, but I do."

"You do?"

"Uh huh." He paused, then went on as if he were weighing his words carefully. "He made you feel inadequate as a human being, and still does to this very day. All I can do is try to fill in the void in your heart that craves love," he kissed her, "affection," his arms tightened, "and praise. Because you're the most beautiful woman in the world to me, inside and out, flaws and all."

"Sappy," she wheezed, smiling but still teary.

He handed her a tissue. "I guess I am."

It took her several minutes to pull herself together. Aizawa made sure she was fully functioning before bringing up the night's activities. "You want to stop, maybe watch a movie? We don't have to have sex."

Elly shook her head. "You being so sweet while wearing that sexy outfit... uh, I guess got me worked up. I'm really wet for you right now, honey."

He gasped, his hair floating up in shock. "Shit, Ches, you rarely talk like that!"

"It's true, though." She hauled herself around so she was sitting facing him on his lap, her fingers tracing the stitching on the vest. "I want you. I want my sweet baby's hard cock inside me."

Aizawa lost it. He grasped a double handful of her plump bottom and squeezed while covering her mouth in a powerful kiss. "Mmnnn!"

"That's it," she whispered, leaning back to spread her legs. "Take me. Fuck me hard and fast and make me come."

"Damn it..!" He struggled to regain some control as he unzipped the tight leather pants. "Little help, my queen? There." She knelt, helping him tug them down. "How the <i>fuck</i> does Yamada wear those all day," he muttered.

"Shota." He looked to his right and saw she had lain on the bed, her lingerie completely gone. Her tail was waving lazily about and she beckoned with one finger.

"<i>Coming</i>..."

She giggled wickedly.

9 x 10 Glossy

 They were going to play a small prank on their friend that afternoon during lunch. Present Mic and Midnight decided to sneak into Cheshire's office when she left to get food and then surprise her. The details weren't necessary; the plan was set quickly in motion and they waited until the counselor sat at her desk. She put a small coffee down and made a call on her cell phone.

"Hey, Milly. How's everything?"

Kayama and her partner in crime crept further, trying hard not to breathe too loudly or make any sound. They knew with her cat ears she could hear better than their human ones could. Yet she sat still in her chair, the furry points laid on either side of her head in a relaxed manner.

"...and the guy you were dating? Hey, good to hear. Wh - me? Oh, no. Just my usual crush." She opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a photograph. "But he's so gorgeous. Uh huh." Elly purred and made a nuzzling motion with her nose as if she wanted to do that to the image she was so focused on.

Her two colleagues froze behind her at the revelation that she was in a deeply secret conversation. Elly listened to her friend on the phone, laughing and agreeing for some time.

Then she sighed dreamily, gazing at the photo. "It's everything, sure, but his <i>eyes</i> ...oh my god. All he has to do is look where I can see him and I lose it. I don't even need the eye <i>contact</i>, it's enough to see them in general and poof! I'm jelly. It's getting harder to remain professional - yeah, I've managed so far. Of course!" She put the photo flat on her desk and looked up at the ceiling instead.

"We've been on patrol together, out to bars almost every weekend and gone to a shitload of karaoke. Sure, it's with others too, but I feel like I know him better than the guys I dated back home!" She paused, listening to the person on the other end. "Well, yeah, they were assholes. Yeah, the bar is set low... yeah. But he really is a good man. An actual Hero."

Yamada stuck his tongue out. Bleah. <i>Who could it be? Yagi? It would almost have to be, right? It couldn't be Aizawa, and Kan had only gone with them once...</i>

"I've thought it through and I'm definitely in love." She choked in abject horror then, her tail smacking the back of her chair. "No, Milly! No freaking way I'm telling him. Confessing is a big deal here, and he doesn't like me like that. I can only try and hide my feelings until he finds out and I get told we're 'only friends'..." Her shoulders started to shake, and Hizashi realized with horror that she was holding back tears.

There was a rather vociferous disagreement from the person on the line, and a fainter one - though barely -- from Yamada as he sat hunched over, his golden-green eyes shining with sympathy.

Kayama elbowed him.

<i>OW, DAMMIT</i>! He shook one leather-gloved fist at her. She raised a finger to her lips again, her frown harsher this time. Yamada bit his lip and gestured to Kayama that they need to abort the mission. The dark-haired woman nodded, agreeing. She pointed at him, then the counselor's desk.

He blinked. <i>Huh</i>?

She rolled her eyes and pantomimed taking a photo of him. Turned, pointed at the desk once more, then at him. <i>The picture is of you, idiot</i>!

His eyes popped wide open and he shook his head violently in disbelief. <i>No way, uh uh</i>.

Elly's voice was becoming dispirited, getting flatter as she spoke. "No, I know. But my bio father, step father and all my exes? No one has loved me in that special way. Plus he's ...beautiful. Heroic, kind, sexy, playful -" Her shoulders slumped and she wiped a tear from her eye. "He's way too good for me, Mills, I know it. I know you don't agree, but you're my best friend."

She picked up a paper cup and shook it morosely.

"Lunch is almost over, and I need more coffee," she deadpanned quietly. "Oh, I'm sorry dear. Thanks for letting me blab on like this. Me, too. Talk to you later." She opened a drawer and slipped the photo inside, then stood. Her legs wobbled, and she let out a brief sob before she sniffed hard, rolled her shoulders back and marched resolutely out.

"You need to look in that drawer," Kayama told him firmly as she got up.

"That's sneaky shit," he said angrily. "Besides, maybe I don't wanna see who she's got the hots for."

The dark-haired woman gave him a withering look. "You're an idiot," she snapped before turning on her heel and exiting the office.

He'd protested, but found that once she was gone he couldn't help it. Though he felt less like a hero than ever, he pulled the drawer open and picked up the picture. The Voice Hero's throat constricted as he saw the evidence for the first time and a tiny squeak unlike any sound he usually made forced its way out.

In his hands he held a 9 x 10 glossy from a recent photo shoot he had done, dressed in full Mic gear behind a turntable with one finger pulling his trademark sunglasses down. The background was blurred and the main focus was his face with that crazy stare, one spiraled, hazel eye squinted and the other wide.

"Holy <i>shit</i>," he whispered. "Eyes."

It <i>was</i> him. He replaced the picture and hurried out of the room to find the counselor.

Elly was at the coffee machine, staring dully at the cans inside when he found her. Her cheeks were damp and her eyes bleary and red.

"Why you cryin', beautiful?" Yamada leaned against the machine, smiling down at her. "Can I help?"

Elly hurriedly wiped her face. "Allergies," she half-lied. She did have them, but of course most of the tears were from her conversation with her friend. "I'm fine, really."

"Ohhhh?" His expressionate mouth opened into a circle as he spoke. "You <i>sure</i>?"

"Yes." She couldn't look him in the face but tried a tactic she'd learned when she was younger. Gathering her courage, she cast her gaze at a spot near the top of his head with a weak smile. Yamada, however, was having none of it. He banged the machine with his hip, causing the can to drop so he could bend down and retrieve it for her.

"Here. Now, let's go into yer office so you can calm down."

"I'm okay, Mic. You don't have to come with."

He still followed her. Elly was hoping he'd be called away by a colleague or student, but she had no such luck. In fact, he followed her <i>close</i>, so closely that she started to sweat long before they reached her office.

She sat in her chair and gave him a direct look this time. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"Pleeease?"

"Mic," she repeated firmly. "I really don't wanna talk about it. Especially with <i>you</i>."

Once again the Voice Hero pushed his luck, sitting on her desk right beside her. "Aw, why not?"

Elly exclaimed in shock and some anger, her tail smacking on the back of her chair. "Present Mic! I <i>told</i> you -"

"Hey, why'd'ya call me by my hero name in school?" He pushed playfully at her chair, causing it to roll slightly.

Caught off guard, she spluttered and shook her head in confusion. "You're dressed like your hero persona," she pointed out in an acid tone. Her striped tail was swishing rapidly back and forth in irritation, her ears laid back. "What else should I call you?"

"Yamada," he shrugged.

"You always call me Ches!"

"Yeah, but your name sounds confusin' with my accent. I thought you didn't mind?"

"I don't! I - you..."

"I could call you somethin' different."

"Like what?!" She took a deep breath and drew a sense of calm around herself. It didn't look well for a therapist to get rattled so quickly; she knew better. "Alright, <i>Yamada</i>. Fine."

"Great. So what's wrong, babe? Why're ya so upset?"

It was the last straw.

Elly Sketchit was a hard nut to crack in public or around anyone. She had gone through so much in her formative years - and further on into adulthood -- that she was able to hold back or bluff through most situations. And yet, a simple nickname directed at her and an honest question filled with concern was what broke her this day.

He watched with growing worry as her breathing became erratic and she hid her face in her hands. "Y - Ya - mada..."

"Oh, shit!" He slid off the desk, his boots clattering on the floor as he scrambled to comfort her. He pushed the chair back and knelt down in front of her, yanking a box of tissues closer. "Babe, m'sorry, don't cry. Tell me what's got ya so upset. Maybe I can help!"

She laughed through her tears. "You cuh - can't help."

"I'll do anything! I hate seein' ya like this. C'mon, please? For me?"

She swore, the curse carefully muffled in her palms. He started stroking the backs of her hands to get her to drop them, and though she could have simply turned invisible she sighed and did, placing them in front of her. "It's unrequited love. You can't help."

Yamada was fairly certain he <i>could</i> help, but wasn't sure how to bring it up. He was also impressed at how she had faced her fear so abruptly, telling him like this. She had no way of knowing he knew she meant him, and it was brave. "Huh! So yer tellin' me some idiot doesn't realize what a catch you are?"

She choked a little, and he bit his lip as he watched her try and come up with a comeback. "He's not... an idiot," she said helplessly, throwing her hands in the air. "It's good he doesn't know, since I'm not a 'catch', as you put it. He isn't interested in me."

He pursed his lips, leaning back on his haunches. "You can't be one hundred percent sure, though."

"Oh, yes I am."

This time the lines on his forehead deepened. "How can you be so <i>sure</i>?"

Elly smiled but it didn't touch her eyes. Her ears flattened back and she rubbed at her temples, sighing disconsolately. "I haven't told you, because I don't want to impose, and it's, well, kind of self-deprecating..."

"C'mon, we're not just coworkers, right? I thought we were tight, yo."

Her eyes sparkled the tiniest bit, happiness that he would consider her close. "I didn't want to unload on you."

"Yeah. S'okay though. I wanna know why ya think this dude won't like you."

"So many people can't be wrong." She shrugged. "I was the butt of everything back home. How can you not believe when almost everyone tells you that you're - you're," her voice dropped, "ugly. Bitchy. Fat. I - see, I don't want to hear <i>him</i> say it. My heart tells me he won't, even if he doesn't like me, but my mind..." Elly trailed off, shrugging again.

Hizashi sighed deeply himself, shoving his sunglasses up and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Listen, Ches -"

"It breaks my heart," she admitted quietly. He bit his tongue, startled, his own heart beginning to pound as she kept going. "We work such hard jobs and I think, 'he needs me', and I'd do anything to help. But me? Me? What can I do unless he asks for it? I can't just say I see him suffering when no one else does, right? And sometimes all I want to do is pull him into a huge hug."

"You," he whispered. "You see that? But - but he hides it so well..."

"Ha! He's a pro hero and it's his image. Of course he does. Not from me, though. I see the pain in his eyes. I know about hiding pain." She shook her head again. "I ...wait. How do you know how he <i>hides</i> anything?"

"It's so much guilt," Hizashi mumbled. "And this isn't helping." He cleared his throat and looked up at her, his expression serious and his voice deepening. "I know ya like me. I, uh, overheard a conversation. Didn't mean to! But, yeah."

Her silence was wrought with an incredible look of agony as she tried to back away from him in the chair. It rolled an inch and then jolted short as he grasped the arm.

"It's okay! Okay," he tried to reassure her as fast as possible. "I wanna be with you too!"

"<i>Please</i> don't tease me," she whimpered softly. "Please..."

Hizashi leveled the full weight of his stare upon her, half-lidded with lazy, lovelorn intent. "I'm serious! I want to date you 'cause I like you. I wanna be your boyfriend."

Although he had heard her say how much she loved his eyes, he still completely misjudged the effect they would have upon the counselor. Her own eyes glazed over slightly and she could barely speak. What came out when she tried was a barely-there whisper.

"Yamada," she gasped.

He shivered at the way she said his name and reached out to cup her chin in one hand. He wasn't sure if he meant to do it, really, but when he did he ran his thumb across her lips. She parted them immediately and at the sight he couldn't help himself; he stood up and pressed his mouth to hers. As soon as they made contact she whimpered and a breathy whine escaped him. Their first kiss was fleeting; they broke apart after only a few seconds but stayed close.

His voice was syrupy slow and dreamy when he spoke. "<i>Now</i> you can call me Hizashi, 'kay?"

"Yeah." Elly nuzzled his nose with her own, purring, before kissing him back much more firmly. He melted into the welcome touch, licking at her lower lip in a sweet way to ask if it was okay to deepen the kiss. She answered by grasping the sides of his long leather collar and tugging. Grinning like a lovesick idiot, he slipped into the sweetest, most passionate kiss of his life.

"I think," he panted softly when they parted, "we could afford to spend some quality time together, huh?"

"Yes." She clung to him weakly, the only thing keeping her upright his strong arm wrapped around her waist. "Where..?"

"Oh, crap. I don't know... okay. Are you cool with me texting Kayama? She'll know a good place. Hell, she'll probably know every place within a twenty mile radius."

"Anything as long as it means I can kiss you all night long."

"Gaaah! Don't <i>say</i> shit like that or I might drop ya!" He laughed, but his knees had gone seriously weak upon her statement. He fumbled in his pocket for his phone and swiped it on.

Hizashi paused. "Uhhh. Is that ringing..?"

"In the <i>hallway</i>? Sounds like it."

"Damn it, Kayama." He set her down and walked over. As soon as he opened the door he ran into the dark-haired woman.

She even looked silly as she stood half-bent, crouching where her ear had been level with the door a second before. "Shit."

"Were you listenin' to us make out?!" He yelped, his ears burning.

Kayama snorted. "I was listening to you <i>try</i>." She leaned forward and pointed at his phone. "I already texted you the best love hotel in the district - and some tips."

He made a terrible face. "I don't <i>need</i> -"

"<i>Read the tips</i>!" She called out before he stepped back and slammed the door in her face. He took a deep breath and then spun around, completely ignoring what just occurred.

"I'll book an overnight stay. We can meet in the garage after we get cleaned up from work. Sound good?"

Elly smiled wistfully. "Better than good."

"Awesome!"

Work seemed to inch very slowly by after that, but in reality it was only a couple hours before the school day was over. It took another hour or so to shower and put on casual clothing, especially when they both wanted to look good tonight.

"Hey!" Hizashi called out cheerfully, waving one arm like mad over his head when he caught sight of her at last.

"How long were you standing by your car?!" She giggled and ran the rest of the way.

"<i>Forever</i>," he groaned dramatically, catching her in a huge hug and spinning her around. "But you're here now! Yeah!"

"Zashi! Put me down or I'm gonna barf!"

He blew a loud raspberry and set her carefully on her feet near the passenger door. She got inside and watched, incredulous, as he <i>slid across the hood</i> and landed on the other side.

When he slipped into his seat she was stifling more laughter. "How much did you practice to be able to do that?!"

He lifted the lapels of his long-sleeved shirt with his thumbs, beaming proudly. "Hey! I'm just that cool, babe. It comes naturally to me." Elly stared at him while he put the keys in the ignition and started the mustang up. His facade cracked when it revved and he broke out into an adorable, sheepish grin. "Okay, <i>okay</i>! I forget, but I blamed all the bruises on training."

She giggled faintly and patted his arm. "I just like seeing you flustered. You're so cute."

"Hmphh." He thrust his lip out in a pout. "Well... let's just get to the hotel. Then we can get some coffee first, yeah?" He slipped a hand low on her thigh, angling his Voice towards her in a way only he could, effectively whispering in her ear while not moving. "We got a few things to talk about before we settle down for the weekend."

She shivered pleasantly. "Good idea."

As luck would have it their favorite place wasn't too far from where they would be staying. His flashy sports car was not inconspicuous, however, and when he roared into a parking spot several couples walking on the sidewalk looked over.

He coughed apologetically. "Uh, is it really better to park here and walk? I thought so, but we're gonna be seen." He popped her door open and made sure everything was locked when she slid out.

"It's fine." Elly shrugged. "I can hide my ears and tail while we walk over." They vanished and she pointed at her waist. "Careful though, I wrap my tail around me when I do that, and it's, um. Sensitive to touch."

"Ooohhh?" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, and she burst out laughing.

"Quit it!"

Once they were seated - together, in the same booth as he'd insisted -- Hizashi was begging her to make herself visible again.

"I like it when you're totally relaxed, an' that means ears and tail out." He reached on top of her head just as her ears came into view. "Awwww, yeah. Cuteness."

Their coffees arrived and the waitress stared a little this time as she set them on the table. One giant, highly-sweetened monstrosity for Hizashi, and a whipped coffee over heavy cream for Elly.

"Mmn." He drank from his mug, then licked his upper lip as he tried to stare down at the whipped cream covering it. His antics only made her heart beat faster and she leaned over and gently kissed the foam off his mustache.

"There." She laughed at his startled expression when he wiggled the furry points.

"Oh yeah! We need to exchange our monthly test results." He handed her his phone and she read the email confirming his test results for the new month.

"I've got mine, too..." Elly scrolled through until she found it. "There. And I'm on the mandated birth control - there's a note of that on the bottom confirming it."

"I didn't doubt ya." He glanced at it and passed it back, swapping it for his own.

"Me, neither. But this is good." She sighed happily, leaning into his side. "Not worrying will make the weekend that much more relaxing."

"Oh, yeah!" Hizashi bent to kiss her again, but just before their lips touched a bright flash of light enveloped them. His eyes contracted and he blinked, then groaned as he caught sight of a well known paparazzi. "Wh - what the hell? I thought there were better targets out there than us."

"Celebrity lives are hot news," she murmured. "And you're a popular hero, Zashi."

He let out the cutest little squeal, his eyes lighting up as he grabbed her in a tight hug. "Then our love will be captured for everyone to see! How freaking <i>romantic</i>!"

"Hizashi!" The laughter bubbled up in her as he continued to cavort in glee - or at least as much as he could do inside the booth.

"Oh! Oh, wait, you said I was popular. For real? Me?"

"Of course! You do all that TV and radio work. You're super recognizable -"

"Babe, do you seriously have no idea how popular you are in Japan?" He blinked at her until his brain caught up and then he gasped.

<i>Oh no, that's right - she has issues with her self worth.</i>

Elly was smiling, her expression soft and full of pride in him. He bent down, hugging her more gently. "You're just as popular as I am, Ches. You're awesome."

"You don't have to butter me up, Zashi. I'm already yours."

"Wh - m'not doing that!" He pouted, his lower lip trembling cutely as he deliberately widened his eyes to give her a puppy-dog look of the nth magnitude. "Baby, even if you can't believe the statistics, ya gotta believe me. You're <i>my</i> favorite hero."

She blushed so hard the paparazzi took another photo. "They're going to follow us if they haven't already," she whispered, hiding shyly behind her mug.

"I knew taking my car was a bad idea." He sighed. "It's rare and recognizable."

Elly giggled. "It's just like you."

"Aww! Shit, yer way too adorable." His straw started slurping air and he stared into his cup. "I'm all out. How about you? You ready?"

"Well, yes, but... there's a few out there now." She started to sweat. "And they'll definitely see us unless I make us invisible."

"Hey," he whispered in her ear. "So what? Let 'em know we're together. If they're gonna be as crude as to post pics of us going in there, that's on them. I'm <i>proud</i> yer my girl, and I want everyone to know."

Her chin firmed and she stood up. "Okay, let's go then."

The paparazzi had no shame as they strolled casually out of the coffee shop, bombarding them with questions and snapping photos. Yet as they neared the hotel it grew at once more frantic and at the same time, quieter. The photographers were taking multiple pictures but the questions stopped.

Everyone knew why the couple would be heading into a love hotel, after all.

"Whew." Hizashi blew the air out he'd been holding in as they entered their room. He tossed the plastic card key on an end table and threw himself bonelessly onto the bed. "I thought we'd never get here."

"You said you didn't care who saw," she teased, sitting beside him.

"I don't! But the, uh, judging stares..." He swallowed hard. "I think a few of them were sizing me up." Elly let out a low hiss and he grinned, rolling over to tickle her ribs. "What's that, babe? You <i>jeeaaalllooousss</i>?"

She shrieked laughter and rolled into his embrace rather than away from it. "You dork! Of course I am! Especially if they were thinking, well, you know."

"Pfft! The persistent ones will get their before <i>and</i> after pics. We'll see, then. I only care what <i>you</i> think, though." He kissed her all at once, his hands bunching her shirt along her sides and thrusting eagerly past her lips with his tongue. Elly was taken aback by his sudden forceful approach and fell limply back, moaning as he kissed her just right. After a few heated moments he parted from her, his tongue lolling out and eyes smoldering with lust.

"<i>Delicious</i>," he said in a low voice, licking his lips wantonly. "But I need more, baby. These clothes gotta come off so I can taste every little inch of you."

She squeaked, mesmerized by his stare, and froze even more as he began tearing her clothing off with low, urgent groans. He didn't rip anything, his hands just the right side of rough tendered with gentle as he lifted her legs and eased her back down again. He made short work of her bra by taking it off <i>with his teeth</i>, a feat that caused shivers to run up and down her spine at the thought of his talented mouth.

"<i>Zashi</i>, ohmigod, I never expected you to be a beast in the bedroom." Her ears lay back and she struggled to control her restlessly beating heart. He hesitated for an instant, a question in those beautiful eyes. "I like it," she husked.

His grin turned feral. "I've dreamed of this for ages, yo. Think that's why I got a little carried away."

"You can keep getting carried away if you want," she smiled, stroking under his t-shirt with ticklish fingertips.

"Hey," he breathed, "who am I to deny my number-one listener a good performance?" She found his flat male nipples and pinched one lightly, causing him to squeak. "Hey!"

"You're not the only one that's been fantasizing, you know." Elly caressed his chest, groping his pectoral muscles and running her fingers through the golden puff of hair in the middle. "You need to strip, too."

"Whatever you say..." He lifted his shirt over his head and she groaned with appreciation.

"Fuck, you're - I mean I knew it, but you're way more ripped than you look."

Hizashi coughed a little, embarrassed. "I'm not <i>that</i> built."

She stared at him as if she were deciding he was making a joke or not. "Are you kidding?" Her hands gripped his upper arms and she kissed one, purring. "Flex for me, <i>baby</i>."

This was the first time anyone had used that nickname directed at him, though he used it frequently. Hizashi's face turned bright red and his breathing became erratic as his heart beat faster. He swallowed and, feeling a little silly, tensed his arms so the muscles bulged. He wasn't All Might, sure, but he'd gained enough upper mass to keep him and others safe in his hero work. No one had ever praised him for it, though. In fact, he often heard others talking about how "lanky" he was - an objective way to say he was thin and weak.

Elly was definitely not teasing him; if she was she was the world's greatest actress. His stomach tensed and he whimpered as she peppered his arms with kisses, cooing over them and clearly excited. He couldn't move to unfasten his belt or remove his pants because he was afraid the slightest brush of his hand or the cloth rubbing on him would set him off.

He struggled to communicate this. "Ches, I - you're making me so huh - hard I can't..."

Her ears pricked up with interest. "Already? Now you're flattering <i>me</i>." She gave his left bicep one last, lingering kiss and rolled back to look directly at his crotch. His whimper turned into a low whine as his body twitched, her lust-filled eyes almost doing him in then and there.

"Baby <i>please</i>, yer killin' me," he begged. "I have to calm down or this is gonna be way too quick an' my rewind is slow these days..."

"It's okay, Zashi." She lay back with a loving smile playing about her lips. "Let's take a break, then."

"Ergh." He trembled and fought down the building pressure in his lower belly. "I've got fairly good control," he gasped, breathing hard, "but you -! You wreck me, you ...wow. Yeah." She squeezed her legs together and he grinned. "Good to know it's mutual, though. How about I help you out here?"

Her toes curled into the sheets as he stroked the front of her panties. "I thought you wanted to rest."

"Yeah, well, now I want to rub my fingers on your clit."

Her hips spasmed and she mewed, throwing her head back on the pillows. "Do it," she begged shamelessly. "Come here and kiss me while you do. I want your body on me if it's not going in me yet."

"Yes, ma'am!" He peeled her underwear down and she kicked them off to sail across the room. Hizashi laid beside her, cuddling close, and they wrapped their free arms around each other. She lifted her leg over his and he let his fingers wander while they kissed, rubbing and stroking their way past her folds and up above to her pleasure center.

"Mmmn, there."

"Like this? What about <i>this</i>?" He swirled his fingertips in a circular pattern and she shivered all over. "You're getting really wet, love."

"So good," she moaned.

Hizashi licked a long, light strip on her neck and started nibbling downward. "Mmn, I like hearing you. How about I suck these hard little nipples while I finger you?" He suited action to the word, lapping and teasing the firm flesh. "That get you hotter, baby?"

"Oh m - my god, <i>Hizashi</i>..!"

"You wanna come on my fingers? Or, if you want I can rub the head of my cock on you. Your choice, bay -" He squealed when she grasped his crotch,  rubbing through his slacks. "-<i>beee</i>!"

"Rub it on me," she groaned hoarsely. "Rub it on me until I'm close and then take me."

"F - fuck <i>yes</i>!" He rolled up, disentangling himself from her to shove his pants and underwear down without any fanfare. Elly caught only the briefest glimpse of his member springing free before he was on top of her, parting her legs and using a hand to guide himself.

The plump, wet tip slid easily on her sensitive, pulsing sex, creating wave after wave of ecstatic electricity. She wailed his name and tried to throw her legs around him but he held her down and honestly, the gentle yet firm strength he used caused her to quiver on the peak of orgasm.

"Zashi, I'm close!"

He huffed loudly and thrust, splitting her folds and plunging deeply into her heat. The speed at which he moved threw her over the brink. Her cries of pleasure urged him on and he moved quickly, their bellies slapping together in a rhythmic beat. Eventually she wound down but he was climbing up; her body needed rest now and his craved momentum.

He kissed her lips, mouthing them hotly. "You come, babygirl?"

She nodded, gulping. "Yeah. Oh. Oh, sl - slower? Please? I can maybe do multiples, but I'm sensitive now."

"Yeah. Yeahhhh, I can slow down th' beat for awhile." His hips stilled, then began a much slower, sweeter rolling motion that avoided her clitorus.

"Oh, that's nice. You're a very good lover."

He blinked, pausing in the act of swiping back a long strand of hair that had come undone from his bun. "Thank you," he whispered so softly she barely heard him. Hizashi bent and covered her mouth with his own, his kisses deep and wet and slow. "Thank you, my baby, my precious honey <i>sweetheart</i>."

She mewled, stricken to the heart by his low, throbbing voice. "<i>Hizashi Yamada</i>."

He doubled the stakes, upping his speed ever so slightly and letting a hint of his quirk in as he continued. "I may not be your first love, first kiss, first sight, or first date but I just want to be your last <i>everything</i>."

She cried out, grabbing desperately at his shoulders and throwing her legs around his waist. "Yes!"

To her surprise he stopped, pulled out and cupped a hand under her side. "Flip over then, beautiful."

"Anything." Her breathing grew hoarse as she complied, arching her back with her rear in the air. Her striped tail trembled in front of him, the fur fluffed out. "But why the change in positions?"

He rubbed the base of her tail, causing her to purr with pleasure. "Thought you might enjoy it," he replied easily as he gripped her hips with one hand and thrust, more carefully this time. "Plus," he gasped as he sank deeply inside, "I wanna find your g-spot, lover, and it's easier this way."

"Oh!"

"Yeah, you like that idea, don't'cha?" Hizashi paused, switched angles with a low groan and continued. "I'll find it an' make you come again. It's here somewhere..."

"Mmn, god, you're making me lose it."

"Not yet I'm not!" He tried another tactic, dropping lower so his movements angled sharper up.

"Oh..!"

"Close," he wheezed, straining and struggling not to give in to the massive pressure building within him. Gravity made this position more difficult and he concentrated, closing his eyes and listening to the moist slaps that resounded in the room.

She suddenly started clawing the sheets, crying out loudly. "<i>Yes</i>! Give it to me! Give it to me, Zashi!"

He laughed wildly in sheer joy. "Found it!" He redoubled his efforts, holding on and biting his lower lip hard in bliss. His eyes closed and as he lunged forward and back, he became hyper sensitive to his surroundings. Her scent mixed with his inflamed him, as did her moans, which were rising in pitch as she grew close to orgasm. "C'mon, sweetheart," he ground out roughly, "I'm <i>really</i> fuckin' close here!"

Elly heard him through the fog of ecstasy she was still experiencing and screamed his name. That was all it took to push him over the edge and he faltered, shuddering, bucking fiercely and answering her with a shout of his own that rattled the furniture.

Cleaning was needed quickly in such a messy position, especially without a condom. Hizashi chuckled ruefully as he pointed out his bathroom so she could pee and wash up. She hurried off before she leaked everywhere and he yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He picked his glasses back up and put them on, then used a tissue to wipe himself off.

Elly wandered back in with a relieved sigh. "Much better," she said sheepishly, rubbing one arm as she climbed back into bed. "I didn't realize how much, um, fluids there would be."

"I came a lot." He grinned at her. "Like, a lot - lot. More than usual. I think you have more than one special effect on me."

She flicked her ears at him and was cuddling close when she saw he had his phone out on selfish mode.

"You want to take a picture now? After we just..?"

"Yeah, babe! We got the sheets covering us here. It'll be totes clean." He paused, then snickered wickedly. "Kinda."

Elly smiled gently at him. "I can't refuse you anything, you know. Okay, wait a minute. There." She drew closer, holding the bedsheet up to cover her chest. He held the phone out and kissed her cheek with a hugely exagerrated smooch. The shutter sound clicked and he pulled it towards them for a look.

"Now <i>this</i> is a great photo," he beamed happily.

Mermay 2021: 16

 Aizawa <i>moved</i>.

He was fast - she knew he was, in the water, but this was different. In a flash and without a ripple he'd switched their positions so he was above her, his hands on either side of her shoulders and his face inches from her own. Those incredibly sharp teeth gnashing so close to her skin caused her heart to beat with instinctive fear and she closed her eyes, reminding herself that she trusted him.

A minute or so later she felt the soft nudge of his nose and lips on her throat as he kissed her the only safe way he could.

"You're still in there," she sighed with relief. "Aizawa." He snorted, impatiently rubbing on her belly. The female sex organs on his species were higher, and that had him confused in his current state. Elly shifted upward, hoping to help, but he growled dangerously in warning and she grew immediately still. "It's okay," she said in a low, soothing voice. "It's okay, love, you've got me. I'm not going anywhere."

Aizawa eyed her suspiciously then huffed and shifted his tail again, pressing her down onto the concrete with the weight of his massive tail. This time he caught the right spot on his own and thrust.

As soon as he felt himself enveloped in the warmth of her body the love-making frenzy began. He beat the water around them into a frothy foam, the bottom half of his tail repeatedly crashing into the water as he lunged forward and back. His hands gripped the steps tightly, nails scratching the rough surface.

He was beautiful in his wildness, his muscles straining and the light refracting off the water droplets clinging to his scaled shoulders and chest. The Gift she gave him was lighter than hers and it bounced crazily about as he swayed. Elly hung on as best she could for as long as possible with her legs wrapped around his thick tail, but everything grew slick fast. She was soon a floppy mess of limbs, desperate to give back some of what she was getting but unable to match his overwhelming need and power. As soon as she gave in, throwing her arms around his neck and surrendering to the ebb and flow of his wild sex her body responded.

Aizawa made a low, clicking sound in his throat that she interpreted as satisfaction when she grew limp. He doubled his efforts and now she felt the clasper as it worked its magic, rubbing on her and causing her body to tense deliciously. She gasped, shuddering, as the electric feeling in her lower belly spasmed faster it ever had before during sex. Aizawa nuzzled her lips with his own, pleased she was enjoying herself. He bucked harder, gasping and arching his back at her peak, when her muscles clenched tightly around him. Digging again with his claws for purchase he panted roughly, eyes squeezing shut as he held his last thrust. She could feel several bursts inside her and squirmed under his powerful tail, sensitive after having just orgasmed.

"Wow," she breathed softly, laying back on the cold steps. "You really finished strong, didn't you?"

"No." He cut her off gruffly, his voice hoarse. "I'm still full."

"What?"

He passed a hand over his lower belly. "You haven't taken all of my seed yet."

Her eyes grew wide and she started to sweat harder, the droplets trickling down her neck almost indistinguishable from the water of the pool. "You're not kidding, are you?"

He rolled his hips, moaning loudly. "More," was all he could say.

"Oh my god!"

"More!"

She shook and flinched back as far as she could, whimpering. "It's too much," she choked. "Too much!"

"You can take more," he groaned. "Slower, but <i>more</i>." His tail wriggled in the water, bumping his length gently instead of hard thrusts. The clasper slipped a little farther inside and she tossed her head back and forth mindlessly.

"Aizawa!"

He kept the slower pace up until she was quivering, moaning and wrapping her legs around him once more. "Good," he panted hoarsely. "I'm ready again." She watched, incredulous, as he reared back, his drying hair floating more freely about his shoulders. He shuddered through another torrential release and she wondered if their lower halves hadn't been in the water how much wetness would be leaking everywhere. Surely her body had a limit?

Aizawa was purring louder than she'd ever heard, obviously delighted, when he bent back down to her. "See?" He licked her neck, close to her glittering Gift, with a surprisingly rough tongue. "I picked the <i>best</i> mate," he hummed hoarsely. "Look how well you're taking my cock. It hasn't even swollen yet, love. Imagine how good it'll feel when it's thicker."

"Uh, I don't know -"

"I do." Aizawa rubbed her lower stomach with careful fingertips. "I can feel you tense up when I fuck you just right. You can come again, and I'll bind us together when you peak." He angled himself and struck her g-spot with ease, grinning wickedly when she yelped in shock. He did it again, grinding himself down and up to hit it perfectly.

The effect was instant; her tired body couldn't help but respond. "Don't stop! You were right, oh my god, please don't stop it's amazing!"

"Not gonna stop," he agreed, arching his back again and plunging as deep as possible. "Gonna fill you up. Give you <i>all of me</i>."

She tightened her grip on his shoulders, nails sinking into his flesh as her hips bucked uncontrollably. And still he kept on, mercilessly pounding into her until they were both nearly out of their minds.

"Aizawa, <i>oh my god</i>!" She had been trying desperately to hold in any screams but when his knot started to swell she was in raptures. The clasper on top worked feverishly, jetting out copious amounts of lubricant and moving every time it pulsed, rubbing on her clitorus. The double stimulation caused her to experience such vast amounts of ecstasy that she began crying, though she didn't realize at the time. The orgasm was so strong that she passed out briefly at the height of it.

Aizawa whined as they were bound together, beads of sweat on his brow and his arms beginning to tremble. His body wasn't finished but since they were joined the fog in his mind cleared, his primal instinct relaxing.

"Ohhh." The fire in his eyes extinguished as he came around, the pupils once again a deep, charcoal grey. "Oh, wh - what..?"

"There you are," she gasped, smiling wanly up at him.

His face grew horrified as he slowly registered what had happened. "My precious one..!" He grasped her shoulders gently and turned her this way and that, checking for any injuries. "You're not bleeding," he sighed in relief. "No cuts? I didn't bite at all?"

"I'm fine," she assured him. "A little sore, and maybe some bruises or scratches. That's all."

He gathered her up in his arms, sighing shakily in relief. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing."

"No, see, I think you did." She kissed his cheek. "You were careful not to use your teeth or claws even though it's natural for you to want to. In the end you didn't hurt me at all, the concrete did. Well, and my lack of leg muscles." She rubbed her thighs, wincing. "Ouch."

"Well, we're stuck now." His body convulsed, his face contorting with pleasure as he emptied himself again. "I - we're -- going to be like this until I'm - <i>sh - shells</i>! Finished," he added weakly.

"It's okay, just enjoy it." She clasped her hands on the back of his neck and pulled him down so she could gently kiss his face all over. "It looks like it feels good." His hair was damp, not quite dry and she combed it carefully back with her fingers.

"Ah - ahhh, it does! It's also starting to huh - hurt, a little, but that means I'm almost done. I think."

"That's good," she mumbled as she realized her staff might be wondering what was taking them so long.

"Don't worry about the humans," he snorted, tossing his head in the direction of the gate that led to the ocean. "They can only guess. The other mers, though, will have smelled our mating frenzy by now. They <i>know</i> what we did."

"Oh, great. That's not going to make things awkward at all."

"It shouldn't." He frowned as a smaller wave struck him. "This, to them, will be our - how you say -- wedding." He grinned toothily down at her. "Don't be surprised if they bring gifts when they see us later."