Surprise Visit

 Cheshire darted, cat-like, about the back alleys of the neighborhood she was patrolling. She forced her mind to concentrate on work and not her colleague that had been missing in action a week ago.

It was difficult, though, especially seeing as she was following in his footsteps working his route. It ended up being a pretty quiet night tonight and after several hours had passed she was ready to go home. She mentally began the process to switch from Cheshire back into Elly as she materialized near the end of her shift. And then, as she began walking down a street close to where the U.A staff would meet for drinks sometimes, her nose picked up a familiar scent.

<i>No, that can't be right</i>.

She veered off into the dark alley, knowing she was probably not smelling correctly due to the garbage strewn in the dumpsters alongside the narrow path. Down the very end of the walkway the smell grew fresher, however, and she caught another whiff of coffee and bitter energy drink.

Eraserhead slowly slipped upside down from a strand of his capture thread directly in front of her. He said nothing but he stopped right when his head was level with her face. His jumpsuit was torn in various places and bloodstained besides, and his pale, unshaven cheeks were bruised. Her joy of seeing him alive was dampened by his injuries, and she tried to reach out to him.

Aizawa shook his head and grabbed her, instead. He spoke not a word but covered her mouth with his in a surprisingly passionate kiss that quite literally took her breath away. His rough, chapped lips belied the gentle licking of his tongue on her own.

And then, before she could respond fully he broke apart, spun down to the ground and darted down the alleyway, disappearing into the shadows as quickly as he'd come.

Elly forced herself to think past the lovesick emotions clouding her mind. She took a deep breath and scanned the alley for a good reason for her to have wandered in, just in case she was being watched. She spotted a nearby cat and bent down to talk softly to it, noticing it had a collar and seemed well groomed.

<i>There's two good spots of luck</i>. She smiled to herself as the cat, a simple orange tabby, nuzzled her fingers. "You far from home, kiddo? I'll take you back."

After dropping the pet back with some very grateful owners, she headed back home. Her thoughts were still muddled after she got back to campus and she walked slowly in an attempt to sort everything out before she had to deal with too many other people.

<i>Why did he come? Why did he</i> kiss <i>me</i>? She reached out, fingertips grazing a soft cherry blossom before it fell to the ground. It was pretty here, and she missed his eyes on her as she napped in the warm sun outside his window. <i>I could always ask when he gets back.</i>

Her ears flicked as she heard a footstep beside her.

"You look like you just saw a ghost." Yagi Toshinori tilted his head at her, a kind smile on his pale features.

"Yes, well... I sort of did." She got along with All Might very well seeing as he had done hero work in her home country and he also spoke her native language.

"You did? What a surprise." He fell into step with her as they strolled closer to the teacher's dormitory. "I suspect it was a certain cat lover we both know of?"

Elly snorted, amused. "Yeah. He greeted me in a rather, ah... odd way. I'm not sure if I dreamed it or not, to be honest." She brushed her fingers on her lips, cheeks turning as pink as the trees flanking the walkways around them.

Yagi noticed this and smiled. "Some dreams come true," he suggested gently.

She sighed. "We'll see."

Several days later, word came through to the school faculty that Aizawa was coming back to work. The staff welcomed the scruffy homeroom teacher, who brushed their questions off as quickly as their concerns. Elly kept to herself the first half of the day, knowing the man hated being the center of attention.

When the bell rang for lunch, however, he was fair game.

She slipped past the last student leaving his classroom, determined to get an answer one way or another out of the taciturn hero.

"Eraser?"

"Yes." He didn't look at all surprised. "Come in, Cheshire."

"Can I ask you a direct question?"

He slumped down in his capture weapon, his eyes wary. "I assume you're going to ask this question regardless? Let's get it over with, then."

She drew closer, her tail nervously swishing about. "Why did you kiss me the other day?"

"Of course." He rubbed the bridge of his nose, covering his good eye with his hand as he did. It failed to hide the fact that there was a burn across it, however, staining his cheeks pink as it spread. Aizawa sounded more tired than usual as he spoke, his baritone softer and without the bite of sarcasm. "Of course you would bring that up." He sighed, removed his hand and stood, pushing his chair back so he could be more level with her.

"If you're uncomfortable, we could talk later."

"No." He glanced warily around the room to check that it was empty of students or faculty besides them. A quick look showed no one roaming the halls outside at the moment, either. "It's as good a time as any to discuss it."

"You're upset -"

He cleared his throat and looked into her eyes. "I regret forcing you into this situation. It's my fault - a moment of weakness -- and I apologize."

"Seriously?" She gently placed both hands on his shoulders. He was taller than her but not like some of the heroes she knew, so it wasn't too much of a reach. "That wasn't weakness. It was probably one of the bravest things you ever did." He raised a sardonic eyebrow at this statement and she grinned, though it was tinged with sadness. "You can put yourself in harm's way a thousand times over or even slice off your own leg." Her left hand moved to trace the contours of his eye patch. "But you rarely let your guard down that much."

"Hnf." A slight frown creased his brow. "Do you perhaps... ah, your closeness suggests you might reciprocate?"

"I'll say it first if I need to." She took a breath but was stopped by his mouth covering her own again. This time he was much gentler, his hand cupping her face on one side and thumb grazing her cheek as he slowly deepened the kiss.

He whispered past her lips. "I wouldn't be very brave if I didn't go first, now would I?"

"Aizawa..."

"I love you." She gulped and he repeated it in clumsy English, which made it all the more sweet because he <i>hated</i> speaking her native language. He thought he was bad at it, and she was honest enough to admit he was, normally. This phrase, however, had obviously been worked on and she could hear how hard he tried to produce the L sound clearly.

"I love <i>you</i>," she whispered back.

"Ches?" He stroked her hair gently, his gray eye gazing directly into hers.

"Mmmn?"

"May I ask a question now?" He moved his hips restlessly against hers, his lips brushing her own.

"Yes," she breathed.

His mouth twitched into the softest smile she'd ever seen on his grizzled features. "What happened to the cat?"

Her ears flicked towards him. "What?"

"The cat in the alley."

"Aizawa Shota! Are you <i>serious</i> right now?!" She sniffed, then waved her hand casually around in the air. "I carried him back to his home, of course. Who do you take me for?"

His smile turned into the more familiar, creepy grin. "I'll take you any way I can get you."

She threw her hands up into the air and he snagged them with his capture thread, pulled them down and kissed her again.

Temptation: 26

"Oh my god, Shota," she whispered.

He shook his head, wiping hurriedly at his eyes. "Why?" He craned his neck around, looking for his wings. "Why did I shift? What's going on?"

"You changed when you started crying."

"I'm not supposed to do that." Shota grimaced, rubbing at the wetness on his cheeks with an overly rough gesture.

"The <i>hell</i> with what you're supposed to do or if you deserve me or - or anything!" She held him by the shoulders and stared into his startled eyes. "You convinced me I wasn't wrong to love you. Now, do you even want it?"

"I want it," he gasped roughly. "I <i>don't</i> deserve it, but <i>I want it</i>."

"Good. Now, um. Can we discuss something else?" He grunted in a noncommittal fashion and she pointed low on his body. "Did it hurt?" She carefully touched the uppermost metal piercing on his member, letting her fingertips glide down the entire row. "Isn't it dangerous?"

He shook his head. "It's not as it seems."

The piercings dissolved into the flesh without leaving any trace before her very eyes. "What!" She jerked her hand back.

"I can control my appearance, remember?" He grinned at her and Elly suddenly <i>did</i> recall the first time she saw him do it, when he'd resembled Hizashi.

She frowned. "Have I ever seen the real you?"

Shota looked to the side, rubbing at the back of his neck. "...more or less."

"No. I want it."

He sighed and looked her in the eyes. "I'm a demon, mistress." Black, dense smoke curled about him and he was back to having wings, fangs and a tail. "You're telling me <i>this</i> is what you want?"

"If it's you, yes. Is this how you actually look?"

He grit his teeth and shook his head. "Not exactly."

"Really?" She eyed his still-erect member, dubious. "Is it that?"

"Yes," he admitted grudgingly.

"I thought so. That's too exaggerated a size even for a lust demon."

"Ah, no, mistress," he coughed, shifting on the bed so her view of him was unobstructed. "I'm bigger."

Elly choked as he revealed his full self to her. "No, you <i>can't</i> be..!"

"Afraid of me <i>now</i>?"

"I'm afraid you're doing this to try and push me away!"

"This is me." He shrugged. "I'm done with the trickery. The - the size is what frightened most humans, so I tried to distract you." He spread his legs a little more and cupped the massive cock in his palm. "This," he grunted crossly, "is my punishment. I can't have love when I have <i>this</i>. I'm either used for it or seen as a monster."

"It's really you? All this?" She touched the tip as he held it, rubbing curiously. "Shota, I just sucked off your <i>tail</i>. I - I mean, I'm a little concerned, but if this is the real you, then..."

He choked when she bent and kissed him there. "Mistress!"

"I told you I love you. Now show me how that's going to fit." Elly lay back and spread her legs.

"As you wish." Shota carefully rubbed her sex with his fingers, gauging how wet she was. "You're aroused, but you need to be more relaxed."

"More relaxed? Have you seen yourself?!"

He laughed wryly. "I'm aware of how intimidating my cock is." He laid carefully on top of her, wrapping his arms around her. His wings beat lazily, creating a soft breeze in the room as he held her, whispering in her ear. "I'll never hurt you. I promise it will only make you feel good, mistress, packed snugly inside of you to give you so many wonderful orgasms."

"Many?"

"Multiples," he agreed. "And look, while you were busy being shocked about that, your silky heat took the tip of me right in."

"Ohhh! You're stretching me, I - I don't think -"

"You can take all of me," he murmured quietly with a peculiar wiggle of his hips. "There, now."

Elly gasped. He was suddenly flush with her body, his belly touching hers. Her lower body felt extremely full but in a good way, electrified and tingling.

"We're one, mistress." He bit her ear before raising up on his arms above. "Now I'll start to move."

"O - oh my god, <i>Shota</i>!"

He chuckled as he drew all the way back, resting the head of his massive member on her quivering flesh. "Hold me," he suggested quietly. "Hold me tight. You've never felt anything like what is about to happen."

Her screams of pleasure echoed through the apartment, but luckily they disturbed no one. Shota had carefully sealed the room they were in, making a soundproof bubble of sorts - a helpful magic his kind had learned over the centuries. He arched his back, his long tongue hanging out as he panted and thrust.

"More! Oh, please more! I want it!"

"Do you? I can keep this up, you know." Shota concentrated, releasing a tiny amount of fluid inside her body. "There you are, mistress. Wait until that hits your bloodstream."

"What? Wh - what did you..." Elly choked, threw her head back and strained against him, her hips jerking uncontrollably as her entire body thrummed with an immense jolt of pleasure.

"My come is in itself a kind of aphrodisiac." He smiled as he continued to buck steadily into her. "When I orgasm, <i>you</i> orgasm." He paused, then bent to husk in her ear. "And that <i>wasn't</i> me coming. It was just a taste."

Her throat worked but no sound came out.

"That's all right, my love. Lay back and let me please you."

Hizashi's cheeks burned as he sat on the couch listening to music and scrolling through his phone. Though he couldn't hear them, his being was locked intimately with Elly's and the extensive, exhaustive pleasure she was experiencing was making him nervous.

<i>Don't worry, choir boy</i>, Shota's voice gleefully sounded in his head. <i>I'm sure there are plenty of techniques only you can learn that no one knows about</i>.

<i>That's the point,</i> he rejoined waspishly. <i>Angels aren't supposed to learn those things!</i>

He was met with a loud, long moan this time as the demon orgasmed and he flinched back, cutting their conversation short.

"And don't <i>do</i> that!"

Mermay 2021: 17

 The other mers did bring gifts to them, though it was a few days before they were confident enough to swim into the aquarium. Aizawa and Elly were discussing plans for the upcoming merfolk exhibit when the gate opened and everyone swam in.

Although Kayama was meeting the marine biologist for the first time they were both comfortable enough around each other, helped in part by how close Aizawa was standing beside his mate.

"You're really walking around like that, huh? She's something special to get you to breathe air this much."

He snorted, laughing. "I told you she was nice, remember?"

"And pretty." She laughed. "You know that was how he described you to me? Your were pretty and you smelled good."

It was Elly's turn to laugh, and she giggled helplessly at the thought of the lovesick shark mer staring up at her under the sea. "I guess I'm lucky I smell good!"

"Hnf." Aizawa kissed her on the neck, biting gently. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She cuddled close.

"When's her heat?" Kayama suddenly shouted, splashing one fist onto the surface of the water. "I want to see some pups!"

"Kayama!"

"<i>What?</i> I'm gonna be the coolest auntie!"

"I don't think that's a tactful thing to say -" Yagi tried to reason with her but Hizashi cut him off with another, bigger splash.

"I'm gonna be an even cooler uncle!"

Cheerful madness ensued in the form of a party between the human and the mers.

In the months that followed, Aizawa was integrated into the aquarium schedule as part of a new installation on merpeople. The aquarium never said they weren't real, and he definitely inspired a lot of kids with a newfound respect for the ocean. For his part, the dark-haired man made sure to walk around on his legs as much as swim with his shark tail. He stayed with Elly after hours in her home, and gradually grew accustomed to human rituals and everyday objects.

Elly never really mastered speaking his language, but could understand it almost perfectly - except for some higher pitched noises she couldn't hear. She could assume when they were being spoken, however, and did quite well when she was in the water studying the creatures within by listening all around her.

And, eventually, they married legally in the human world. What came next wasn't always for everyone, but the couple wanted children, and, in time, that came to pass as well.

Several years later everything fell into place.

It was mid-morning in what had become known as the mer pool in the back of the aquarium. Elly was nursing their newest child with a tender expression while their oldest played around the water's edge.

"Look!" The other child yelled as he raced around, desperate for attention.

Aizawa watched his wife and daughter from the pool, his eyes soft. "Good thing our teeth don't come in until later," he quipped.

Elly shuddered. "Don't remind me, love."

He chuckled. "You'll be fine this time, too."

"Poppa, <i>look</i>!" The exasperated toddler stomped one foot on the ground impatiently.

Aizawa sighed and swam around in a circle until he saw their eldest running full speed into the pool. He plopped in head first, hands outstretched and cutting the water cleanly.

"Why, you little..." He dove under, ear flaps wiggling. "You think you can swim faster than me, you rowdy pup?"

The little one giggled and beat his tiny tail through the water, darting in and around the kelp as his father chased him. He lost interest, however, when he caught him twice.

"I got him, mom! I got him!"

"Yeah, you're a terror underwater," Aizawa huffed, out of breath.

"Quit swimming your father ragged, Same. We've got a visitor." She smiled and gestured at the gate.

"Uncle Zashi!"

The shrimp mer was propelled backwards from the tiny shark bullet slamming into his chest. "Oof! Hey, Sammy!"

"I'm a big brother now," he announced proudly.

"Oh? You get a promotion while I was gone?"

"It's a <i>girl</i>," he told him matter-of-factly. "She's little, and pink, and she screams a lot."

"Yeah, well, don't we all." Hizashi snickered.

"Zashi," Elly scolded him. "Come here and hold Namiko, hmm?"

"That her name?" He swam over, smiling gently at the wriggling bundle in her arms.

"Yep." She handed him the baby and he dipped her under to see how she adapted. Her gills split and legs fused wonderfully, the tiny mouth burping out the excess water in her lungs as she switched effortlessly to her other form.

"She's beautiful."

"I know," she sighed happily. "I'm glad they both share enough of Aizawa's genes to change. They can experience the best of both worlds."

"Yeah, and maybe some day our people will be like your family."

Aizawa leaped out of the pool and stripped the water off his tail in several practiced movements. He stood, hauling his son out of the water and swinging him into the crook of his arm. The little boy giggled and flexed his tail, flicking droplets everywhere as he changed back as well.

"I hope so, too," he said softly.

Elly sighed as he wrapped an arm around her. "It's going to take time," she said simply. "But if we can learn, why can't others?"

Hard Reset

 Hizashi whistled cheerfully to himself as he walked along one of the long halls in the teacher's dormitory. He was fresh out of his Present Mic costume, long hair tied back in a bun and dressed in a much more casual t-shirt and ripped jeans. He be-bopped along, dancing as he walked and snapping his fingers a little. Life was good, and tonight was about to get better.

He stopped in front of a specific door and tapped a cheesy "shave and a haircut" beat on the panel.

"Hey, Ches, you wanna go out for drinks?"

No answer.

This was not a man to be dissuaded by silence, however. He rapped harder, and the door to the counselor's room slowly creaked open.

"Ches?" Now there was a thread of concern in his voice. The room was dark but he could just make out her form hunched over on the bed. Hizashi snapped on the overhead light and she hissed.

"Oh, no," Elly whimpered fearfully when she saw who had gotten in. "No, no, Yamada, not you. Please. I'm... I'm fine. Really."

"Aw, not me? Whaaat?" He walked closer, frowning when he saw there were dark circles under her eyes. "You've been cryin', sweetheart. I'm not gonna let my number one listener sit all night in here bawling her eyes out without a shoulder."

"Wh - wha?"

"Yanno. A shoulder." He sat and pulled her up against him, propping her carefully on his chest. "To cry on."

"No," she said angrily. "I don't want you to see me like this!"

He held her firmly so she wasn't able to wrench away, but gently as well, because the goal was to keep her from hurting herself. "Too late, babe."

"I don't <i>deserve</i> you," she whined. "Please, I know I'm not beautiful, I know you care about me 'cause you're a good person. But you don't love me. You can't!"

"Whoa!" He sounded shocked as the dam of emotions burst within her and her voice started to climb higher, louder. "Ches, wait a minute..."

"I'm ugly, and everything hurts all the time and my body is gross and - and <i>this</i>." She gestured vaguely at her head. "It's broken, I'm broken, not worth it, too much trouble. My brain feels like it's on fire and my heart hurts so bad Zashi, I want you to make it all better <i>but you don't love me and of course you don't 'cause nobody</i> -"

"<b>PAUSE</b>!"

Elly reeled back, the force of his quirk striking her like a physical slap to the face. She mewed piercingly and was immediately alarmed. Her ears felt cloudy and the only thing she <i>could</i> hear was a ringing that wouldn't stop.

Although he felt guilty about using his Voice to silence her, Hizashi concentrated on pulling her close. He bundled her in his arms, rocking back and forth and lightly stroking her hair. He was talking, but she could only feel the vibrations through his chest along with his heartbeat. It was soothing, and the longer he kept it up the more relaxed she became.

He wasn't leaving her.

The terrible thoughts reared up again, whispering to her that this was what heroes <i>did</i> and she wasn't <i>special</i>, that he would have done this for <i>anyone</i>.

Hizashi felt her sniffle and tense up, starting to curl into a ball. He shifted her in his grip and smoothly bent to press his lips to hers in a soft, fleeting kiss.

Elly's ears shot straight up and her tail twitched, the fur fluffing out in all directions. She tried to back away but he shook his head and kissed her again, a little harder this time. She gasped and started to shake her head in confusion, a questioning look in her eyes.

<i>What? Why</i>?

His own warm, hazel ones stared back calmly at her. Slowly, he reached up with one hand and removed his red-rimmed glasses, placing them on the nightstand. Then he put his hand over his heart, and, looking directly into her surprised eyes he mouthed three words very slowly and with so much exaggeration that she giggled despite herself.

Then she realized what he'd said and sucked in a huge breath, her purple eyes wide.

<i>I love you</i>.

She blinked up at him, dazed.

<i>I love you</i>. He cupped her cheek in one hand and repeated himself a third time, the concentric circles in his eyes mesmerizing her. <i>I love you</i>.

This wasn't possible... was it?

But his mouth was on hers again and his hand was caressing her cheek, fingertips running up to plunge in her hair and join the other already there. His lips worked in a leisurely fashion, taking his time to see just how she liked to be kissed. Once he started getting it right he again slowed down until he had everything to maximum perfection.

Hizashi was drawing things out for a couple of reasons. One, he wanted to please her and honestly, he'd waited so long for this moment he was savoring every second. Two, she needed to ground herself after spiraling out of control in that depressing panic attack. So he kept kissing her on her lips, her cheeks, her chin - everywhere he could reach but limiting himself to her face. When her body grew limp against his, her hands sliding deliciously around his upper back, he moaned and nuzzled her lips with his tongue. Elly not only parted them but kissed back feverishly. They met in a meltingly passionate soul kiss that devastated Hizashi in a way that was completely new to him. His heart was full to aching, the need to love and protect this woman so strong that he felt his chest tighten near to tears.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, sighing and dropping his forehead to hers. "I'm gonna be a pushy bastard tonight, but I think it's what you need." He stood up and she squeaked in protest, clinging to him as he bodily carried her out.

Several other teachers were in the social area as he wandered by with his prize, her striped tail dangling unceremoniously over one of his arms. Most stood and stared, amused at the scene, as he made his way over to the main doors.

Aizawa, however, couldn't resist calling drily out to his friend and colleague. "Yamada."

Hizashi stopped, wincing. "Yeah?"

"Remember, Kayama said the one on eighty-third has soundproof rooms."

"Erk." He turned around and strode stiffly out of the building, face flaming and uncharacteristically quiet.

His first stop was to ask Recovery Girl for help healing Elly's ears. Chiyo was outside on the lawn sitting in a sunny spot enjoying the afternoon when he found her. The older woman wasn't pleased when she heard what he'd done and whacked him across the chest with her cane.

"Ow!"

"I've told you before to be careful with anthros! Their ears are far more sensitive." She treated the counselor, who weakly smiled her thanks as she ate the sweet she was given. "Anyway," she grumbled, "how did this happen? Training?"

"Uh... no." Hizashi tucked a wayward strand of blond hair behind an ear. "It's actually kind of personal."

The nurse's eyebrows shot up. "Yamada," she asked sternly, "are you using protection during sex?"

He choked and almost dropped Elly, who clutched him harder around the neck. "<i>Chiyo!</i>" He gasped, embarrassed beyond belief. "I'm thirty-one, yo!" He carefully moved aside as the Insanity Hero decided she'd very much like to stand now.

"So?" She squinted sideways at the pair. "If you were using a quirk dampener this wouldn't happen."

He blinked several times, rapidly, as his mind processed what she was saying. "Oh," he said in a very small, stunned voice.

"Yes, 'oh'." Chiyo glared at him. "One good shout and she's like this! Thirty-one, my ass. You ought to be ashamed for not taking precautions -"

"It wasn't like that!"

"Sure it wasn't." She tapped her cane on the ground once and snorted. "You might fool some of the others, but not me. I've seen you two sneaking around trying to hide it for a year. Just come out already. It'll be easier on everyone."

He coughed apologetically, starting to back away. "I, uh, thanks for the help."

"<i>Get some protection</i>!"

They hurried off as she shouted after them.

Elly was starting to get her hearing back by the time they reached the garage. Hizashi was relieved but at the same time nervous about where they had to go.

"I gotta make a stop first, babe." She climbed in while he held the door open for her. "Can't get the strength I need at a love hotel," he muttered under his breath after closing her inside the brightly colored mustang.

She pointed at her ears and shook her head when he asked if she was getting better. "I'm hearing parts of sentences, but not all."

"Oof. I'm sorry, Ches."

"I'm going to assume you apologized. No need, Zashi. Really. I - I needed a hard reset."

He snorted, not convinced he'd done the right thing but appreciating her telling him. After a few minutes they pulled noisily up in front of a pharmacy and he sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes and bumping the red frames of his glasses up as he did.

"Ffffuck," he groaned. "Let's go, then."

"Okay?"

He helped her out of the car and slipped an arm once again around her waist as they walked inside. Hizashi strode immediately to the counter and greeted the clerk, a friendly, round-faced androgynous person with extremely long arms.

"Hi."

"Welcome. Is there anything I can do for you?" They smiled pleasantly, their limbs folded so that only the top halves were visible.

"Yeah. Can I get, uh, the maximum quirk dampener?" He shook his head when they went for one of the products behind them arranged in the massive array of shelving. "No, the other one - on top."

The clerk paused, then pointed at a plastic, theft protected case where only they could reach. "Pro hero strength?"

"Yeah."

"I'll need the I.D. of the hero purchasing it." They frowned quizzically at Elly, who hadn't bothered to hide her ears and tail since she didn't quite know what was going on. Hizashi could see the question in the clerk's mild, brown eyes - Cheshire's quirk was invisibility. Why would they need a dampener for <i>that</i>?

Hizashi grinned sheepishly and produced his hero liscence from his wallet. "It's not for her."

Their eyes widened as they saw the name on the card. "Oh! I'm sorry, Pres - ah, sir. I don't know what I was thinking. We don't get a lot of heroes in here, you know." They hastily opened the case, grabbed the box and scanned it. "They prefer to order online."

"Yeah," he sighed. <i>I can see why</i>. "It's kind of an emergency, otherwise I woulda, too."

"Emergency?" Elly's ears perked up as they left. "What did you buy, Zashi?"

He held her door open once more. "Protection."

She waited until they were back on the road to dig into the bag and look. His ears burned, but he gripped the steering wheel firmly and tried to regulate his breathing. "Dampener..?" She muttered to herself curiously.

The district they were entering was a nicer one, with formal business fronts and expensive restaurants. This particular hotel had discreet parking and, as Aizawa had said, the rooms were built with pro heroes in mind. He'd checked and there was vacancy, besides every room being soundproofed. Along with his purchase this meant their first time should be memorable in all the right ways.

"Here we are! This place is outta <i>sight</i>!" He pulled the keys out of the ignition and shoved them in his pocket. "We're gonna have a great time here, yeah? What d'ya think, yeah?"

"Zashi," Elly murmured, "You're <i>nervous</i>."

"Huh?" He blinked at her, confused.

"You're turning on Mic mode." She laid a hand on his, smiling when she felt the vibrations from his rapidly drumming leg. "Not that I don't find it adorable, because I do... but you can relax. I know where we are, and why."

"I don't want to rush you," he muttered. "I might be goin' too fast."

"You're not. I want this. And, if you can give me what I need, it's worth it."

Hizashi's voice deepened as he grew serious. "You just need love, baby," he told her firmly. "Real, strong, meaningful love. It might take awhile before you see that I'm in this for the long haul, but I've got all the time in the world for you."

Her ears laid back and she bit her lip, unable to answer that. He smiled sweetly at her, though, aware of her tumultuous emotions and shaking his head when she opened her mouth to try and reply.

"You don't hafta say anything. I see it in your beautiful eyes."

This time she was rendered thoroughly speechless. He led her into the hotel where they chose an available room from the display and he paid for it with his card. It took only minutes before they were sitting on a large bed in a spacious room, completely alone.

Hizashi dumped the contents of the bag out into his outstretched palm. "I've gotta take this before we start rockin'." He opened the box and broke the seal on the foil packet inside.

"A dampener," she marveled quietly. "I've heard of them but never, you know, used one or saw it used. What's it going to do to you?"

"It's  gonna stop me from deafening you," he laughed wryly. "In a few seconds I won't be able to use my quirk at full power. I heard they tweaked the strength a lot, which is good." He crunched the pill between his teeth like the directions said, grimacing at the bitter taste.

"What happens to you, though? Your quirk is your voice..."

"I'll get quieter, and won't be able to project my Voice. I hear they're not so bad, now. They used to shut down your quirk entirely. It sucked."

"But - but do you really need to use it?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" Elly didn't like drugs, especially ones that changed people in any way. She was anxious, worried for him and upset that he wouldn't be all there.

Hizashi smiled. He leaned very close to her and, wrapping his arms low around her waist, whispered in her ear. "'Cause I'm a <i>screamer</i>, baby." He paused to let that sink in and then kissed the side of her neck. "This bein' our first time, I want the extra reassurance I'm not gonna deafen you, especially after ya got hit once today." His lips trailed down her neck to her jawline, nibbling, his voice husky and soft.

"O - okay."

"Besides, I bet you can still feel it, hmm?" A low vibration tickled on her skin when he spoke. "I'm softened, not muted."

This time Elly laughed a little. "Softened?" Her hands squeezed his arms, grasping and rubbing towards his chest. "That might be the only thing soft about you right now."

He groaned at her touch. "Maybe, maybe not. My heart's meltin' every time we touch."

"Oh, that's nice. You're far more romantic than anyone thinks."

He scoffed. "Who are we talkin' about, here? Aizawa? Kay -" He choked back his late friend's name, grief passing momentarily through his hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's... kinda okay. I shoot my shot, came in hot an' now here we are. She'd have loved it." He rested his head on her chest for a moment, a melancholy smile on his lips. "She <i>really</i> would've loved to watch us become a couple."

Elly stroked his hair, kissing him on the top of his head while he tried valiantly not to cry. "You know, Hizashi," she said quietly, "you're here because you want to help me. You're <i>always</i> helping others. You dear, dear man..." A few tears ran down her cheeks and she sniffled, her voice growing hoarse as she went on. "You can - and should -- take time for yourself. To grieve and to rest sometimes. I see you keeping busy so you don't have to think about the bad things. Please tell me you'll work with me from now on to find a better way to manage your pain."

He managed a few strangled sounds and buried his head between her breasts, his arms holding her tighter than before. She felt warmth and wetness on her shirt and knew he was finally crying.

"It's okay to let go. We can do it, together." Hizashi lifted his face, his eyes red and watery, his cheeks blotchy. Elly's eyes streamed tears as well, but she smiled at him. "I'm scared, but," she wept quietly. "You need my love, and I have <i>so much</i> for you."

"I was supposed to tell you that," he sniffled. "F - first! Oh, hell." He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes roughly with his sleeve. "Fuck it all. I love you, Ches. I wanna give you everything."

"That's why we're here," she agreed with a grin.

He laughed out loud, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "You're right, huh? You get my heart and my, ahhh... somewhat dubious lovemaking skills."

"Dubious?! I doubt that."

"Well, you be sure an' soak it all in," he breathed, crawling on top of her and pressing her on her back onto the bed. "You can rate me after, yeah? Give me a <i>thorough</i> critique." Hizashi's eyes gazed deeply into her own as his hands caressed her breasts through her shirt.

"Mnn." She squirmed, licking her lips and arching her back. "I have sensitive breasts, Zashi. They're aching so much right now."

"Ohhhh?" His eyes widened. "You want more, then?" He drew his fingers together, rubbing her hardened nipples and loving how it made her moan.

"Please," she gasped.

He kissed her passionately, humming on her lips and lifting her shirt as they parted. "Up, love," he breathed. "Time to get naked for me."

Elly hurriedly popped the catch on her bra after the shirt sailed to the floor. He murmured softly when he saw her upper body for the first time, running a thoughtful finger along a few scars on her ribcage.

"Who hurt my baby," he whispered roughly. Oddly, it wasn't as much a question as it was him voicing displeasure over her getting injured. "I can't stand it. You need so many kisses..."

"You're so good with your mouth," she whimpered eagerly as he traced roughened skin and hard nipples with the same loving care. "Oh, Hizashi, that's so sweet. I - I'm twitching, god, I want..." Elly trailed off, uncertain what she really wanted because she had too much on her mind.

"Mmnn." He kissed between her breasts, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. "You wanna see just how good I am with my mouth, baby?"

She squeaked, toes curling and her hands sliding down his back, fingers clutching his shirt. "Yes. Yes, and I want to touch you, too..."

"Time for that later," he told her seriously. "For now, let's get you comfortable so I can explore your body and kiss you all over." His grin grew larger when he heard her quick intake of breath.

They kissed again, and this time his hands wandered lower and his lips followed. Elly sighed with lazy bliss as his warm mouth covered every inch of her body, his hands massaging alongside. When he got to her waist he kissed her belly button and she giggled helplessly.

"You're adorable, love. Now let's get these off... mmn, pretty." He tugged the last half of her clothing to the floor. Elly crossed her legs shyly and he smiled at her. "Every part of you is pretty, kitty. Don't hide from me, please?"

She took a calming breath and nodded. He was right; nothing was wrong with her body. Even if there was, one should shower affection on their partner to make them feel better, not worse.

And Hizashi was definitely a good lover.

He started from the beginning all over again, mouthing her lips and tickling her with his mustache, making her giggle and hug him. His hazel eyes shone kindly into her own for a long, loving moment before he slowly began trailing his kisses downward. By the time he reached her lower belly she was a shivering mess, her legs trembling and flopped open on their own accord. His patient, gentle caresses and encouraging hums had soothed her into pure desire. Her ears lay on either side of her head and her tail was still; Elly wanted what he was offering with no trace of self-consciousness at all.

"Please," she moaned.

"Are you ready, baby?" Hizashi suggested that she scoot close to the foot of the bed and took one of the pillows for his knees as he knelt in front.  "Comfy?" He checked again, watching her for any signs of tension, but her body was pliant, her tail fluffed out but calm.

"Uh huh."

He winked at her and slowly, softly kissed her thigh while maintaining eye contact. Elly shivered. "Okay, so let me know if it's too much. I can get a little..." He paused, his smile turning into a wicked smirk. "... intense."

She swallowed hard and nodded.

Hizashi kissed the curly puff of purple hair above her sex before dipping lower, licking a slow, light strip up the middle of the petaled folds of skin. His tongue flickered, barely touching and testing which areas were the most sensitive. She hissed and moved her hips, chasing after his touch when he dabbed at the covering of flesh up top.

"Baby likes it here, hmm?" He slipped his tongue back and forth, then up and down, switching sides until he found the perfect strokes. "<i>There</i> we go," he hummed, pleased, when she began to moan.

"So good!"

"Let's see if I can make your cute little button pop out." He nuzzled and she groaned as his mustache points tickled her. "Oh, it's so <i>shy</i>. So fucking <i>cute</i> how it's hiding from me." His voice dropped, became dangerously low and sexy as he crooned at her clitorus. "Come out for Zashi, sweet thing." He paused. "Or would you rather get hard for Present Mic?"

Elly's breathing picked up and she choked. "Zashi? What, M - Mic?"

Hizashi's voice grew bolder as he slipped effortlessly into character. "C'mon, this is for my number one <i>absolute favorite</i> listener. Y'all wonderin' what's goin' down and it's <i>me</i> on this beautiful lady. Mnnn," he pressed slightly harder, directing the faintest touch of his quirk at the folds of skin. "Lemme in, gorgeous, an' I'll rock yer world."

She wailed and her thighs spasmed, a jolt of electric tension rippling through her. "Oh my - my god!"

He whistled lowly as he used his fingers to slip apart the hooded skin and expose the slick bundle of nerves that would make her orgasm. "Such a big girl," he sighed in awe. "Hold on, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you scream." Hizashi set his lips carefully around the twitching button and directed the vibrations from his quirk around it.

Elly didn't remember if she screamed or not, because everything went white hot in an explosive release so hard she passed out.

When she came to she was being cradled in his warm arms, his face inches from her own. "Thank god, baby. I was a little worried."

"Hmmnnn... Zashi." She snuggled closer, wrapping her tail around his side.

"That was hella sexy," he murmured in her ear. "Listening to you got me so hard. I might've even come a little." He nuzzled at her neck, sighing.

"Oh," she gasped, suddenly feeling the skin on skin contact and noticing at some point not only had he washed his face and brushed, but stripped entirely.

"Surprise," he husked, his voice sex rough and desperate. "You ready to play again or d'ya need some more cuddles first?"

Elly's first thought was his sex, and she peeked between his legs to see he was circumcised, curving up towards his stomach in his excitement.

He was also very, very large.

"<i>Hizashi</i>," she gasped.

"Oh." He glanced down at himself and grimaced. "That." His forehead wrinkled tightly in thought as he tried to think of anything comforting to say, but she beat him to it.

"You're beautiful."

"I'm <i>whaaaat</i>?!"

She flipped over on top of him, kissing his neck and lower. Hizashi trembled and sank down on the mattress, allowing her to do as she wanted.

"So <i>ripped</i>," she breathed, kissing the firm muscles while her hands splayed out along them. "You hide all of this from everyone! Look at this body! Oh, god, Zashi - ohhh. Mmmn..."

"Uh." His stomach twitched, abdomen jerking under her worshipful touch. "Ungh!"

"You okay?"

"Nuh... uh, you're layin' it on a bit thick?"

"No way," she told him quietly. "Yamada Hizashi, you're the most handsome man in the world. To get to see you, to make love to you, I..." She choked up and had to fight back tears.

"Hey, hey!" He sat partially up and stroked back one of her side locks of purple hair. "Remember, babygirl, whatever yer feelin', I feel it, too."

"Ohh."

"Uh huh."

"Yeah." She kissed his tummy once more and then stood up. "I'm going to get something. I'll be right back." Elly went and got a washcloth from the bathroom before settling between his legs.

"What - are you sure, Ches?" His voice wavered and she smiled sweetly, nodding to reassure him.

"I want to make you feel good."

"Th - that'll do the trick all right - <i>mmmfff</i>." He expelled air out between his teeth as she gripped him gently but firmly. She stroked him lightly, testing for sensitive areas and marveling at his length. "Oh, honey," he choked, tossing his head back on the pillow. "Yes!"

"I love you," she whispered, so low that he didn't hear it over his continuous, babbling praise. She kissed the tip of his erection and swallowed it halfway down.

"Ch - Ches!" Hizashi's toes dug into the sheets and he whined loudly. "Your mouth is so <i>hot</i>, baby, thank you, oh my god -"

Elly smiled and drew back, using her hands as well as her tongue and lips.

"Oooooh," he moaned, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his breathing rate quickened. "Oh, yeah. Oh, <i>hell</i> yeah, you know just how to suck me. You're perfect, baby, <i>perfect</i>." His voice rose into higher octaves as she continued teasing the underside and tip. "Y - yer gonna make me lose it! Ah, ahhh, oh shit, fuck, holy shit - <i>aaaahhhhh</i>!" His hips jerked wildly forward but she was ready with the cloth and backed up so he didn't gag her.

Elly silently wiped him off while he came back down from his high. When he was clean she crawled back up to his side.

"Oh... wow, oh wow." He gave her a wild-eyed side glance, his mouth stretched in a crazy, happy grin.

"Yeah."

"Wooooow."

Elly giggled. "Hizashi."

"That was the best blowjob I've ever had." He rolled his eyes expressively.

"Zashi!"

"I'm not lyin'!" He placed a shaky hand over his heart. "I swear! You literally blew me away."

"Oh my god." Now she was laughing harder, holding her hand over her mouth.

Hizashi gave her that squinty-eyed look he was known for. "What you laughing about, babe? I'm <i>serioussss</i>. That was top-notch." He blew her a chef's kiss and she rolled over, muffling her laughter in the sheets. "I'd've screamed, but, you know." He gestured to the empty box laying on the bed beside them.

"Oh, yeah. The dampener. You poor, sweet Voice." Elly kissed his throat.

"Wha - oh, fuck. Fuck, baby. Your <i>mouth</i>..."

"Does this turn you on that much?" She licked his Adam's apple and kissed it lingeringly.

He squeaked out a faint noise. "Yeah! It's, it's uh... oh. You're getting me h - hard again. Don't stop, love."

Elly concentrated on how much she loved this man and his quirk which was a large part of him. She breathed warm air on his neck and throat, covering it all the while with soft, fluttery kisses.

"You're amazing," he growled seductively. "You turn me on so much that I'm ready again faster'n I thought possible."

"Oh, hell," she panted, feeling the hard press of his member on her thigh. "Do me, Zashi. Nice and slow, hmm?"

"Yeah," he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Yeah, I'll love you like you've never been loved before." Her eyes grew watery and he kissed the tears away before they fell.

"I still think this is a dream, that you can't  -"

"Shhhh, no. No can't. Not anymore. I'll love you like you <i>deserve</i> to be loved," he told her seriously, his hands gripping her hips as he wriggled into position.

"H - Hizashi, you -"

"I love you, Ches."

"Hih - <i>Hizashi</i>!"

"<i>I love you</i>."

Daddy Zawa

 The karaoke room was quiet at the moment, singing being paused in favor of gossip and drink. The small booth was filled with three of U.A's staff and pro heroes. One was snoring with his head in his arms and two were talking in hushed, slurred voices.

Elly sniffed, then laughed. "I bet I could do it. Make him lose control, I mean."

"You think? It's <i>Aizawa</i> we're talking about here. I think the man might be asexual." Hizashi shrugged and stared mournfully at his empty beer glass.

She frowned, her ears flicking. The discussion of his sexual identity doused her in emotional cold water at once, negating the effects of the alcohol. She was suddenly horrified at what she'd been saying and she hiccupped, her face burning bright red. "Um. Oh. I'd want to respect that. I - I want to respect <i>him</i>, I'm sorry, I wasn't. I should've never said anything!"

Hizashi squinted closely at her. "Aw, no way! You looked like your heart just snapped in two. Yer killin' me here. Are you that much in love with the scruffy ass?"

"I don't want to - being asexual isn't a bad thing -- I, uh..."

"Look, I dunno, we could just ask him."

Elly shook her head. "Please, let's forget it, okay? Let him sleep..." She trailed off in terror, cold fingers of fear squeezing her heart as she locked eyes with the man across the table.

<i>How long was he awake</i>?!

Aizawa scowled at her, his eye baleful from just above his folded arms where he'd been pretending to nap. He raised his head off the table and shrugged himself back to his normal slouching position.

"I assure you <i>both</i>," here he included the blond-haired man in his scathing glare, "that I'm very much heterosexual."

She groaned and hid her face with her quirk.

"Come here," he called to her, standing and cooking a finger at her. "And cut that out, I want to see you. I can erase your quirk anyway."

Elly whimpered softly in her throat and got up to follow him into the darkened corner of the room. "I'm sorry," she tried to begin, but he cut her off quickly.

"If you think you can do it, what have you been waiting for?" He arched a cynical eyebrow down at her and she flinched. "A written invitation?"

"You're not the most inviting person," she muttered. "I'm very sorry. I'm still a little drunk but I realize how wrong I was. You don't have to - to punish me for it."

"Oh?" Now both eyebrows were raised. "What an <i>interesting</i> choice of words." He reached out and took hold of her chin in one strong hand. "I'm not punishing you at all. Unless, of course, if you wanted me to."

"Aizawa -"

She squirmed, but his grip was secure and his arm powerful enough to keep her head firmly in place. "No."

"N - no?"

"No," he repeated. "I much prefer to hear my given name on your lips. Or," he mused with a wicked glint in his dark eye, "you could call me something else."

"Something else? What are you talking about?"

Aizawa blinked slowly at her, his expression pensive. "I know you didn't have a good relationship with your family, especially your stepfather."

She snorted violently. "That man was never my father, and neither was my biological one. As far as I'm concerned I don't have any."

"Would you like one?" His mouth hovered near hers, his eye burning into her very soul as he grew closer. The intense stare caused her knees to grow weak and she allowed him to wrap his free arm around her waist to keep her from sagging. "I'll be your daddy."

"Uh!" Never had she thought she would be in this scenario. Elly's brain rightfully shut down.

Aizawa, however, understood what was going on in her head a little too well. He pressed forward, his face so close to hers she could count the bloody flecks in his tired eye.

"Dare I ask? <i>Who's your daddy, kitten</i>?"

"Oh my god," she whimpered. "Aizawa, are you - are you seriously -"

"<i>Say it.</i>" He nipped her velvet ear between his teeth.

"D - daddy?" She squirmed with embarrassment, choking the name out.

"Ahhh. Good girl." Aizawa sighed heavily. "You need me to take care of you, kitten. You're all fucked up in the head, hmm?"

She swallowed hard. "Yes..." Her uneasy tone warned him and he rubbed her ears in a soothing manner.

"Hey, look at me." She did and her eyes widened at the sight of a rare, gentle smile on his grizzled features. "Daddies are forever, kitten," he told her firmly. "The others failed you. <i>I won't</i>."

"Aizawa..." She shook her head, baffled. "Shota, I, I can't think. Everything is happening so fast -"

"I'll make it easy, then." He lifted her chin again. "Do you want a relationship with me? Yes or no."

"Yes."

"Hmm." A pleased smile lit up his scruffy features noticeably. "Ready for another question? Do you want me to take care of you tonight?" One hand slipped down her waist and rubbed the crotch of her jeans in such a direct manner her hips jerked.

"Yes!"

And that was how she found herself naked and writhing underneath an equally nude Aizawa Shota in a love hotel bed, several miles from the karaoke bar where the night had begun. He was as hairy as she'd imagined, sporting a frizz of dark black in the middle of his chest and a trail down his rock hard abs that ran right to his pubic hair. His legs were covered in dark hair as well, though he only had one and a half now. The lack of one lower leg didn't incapacitate him at all as he rolled with her on the sheets.

"Mmn." He kissed her on the lips, brushing across and then flicking his tongue inside. "Ooh, nice," he breathed when she responded by licking at his tongue. "Daddy <i>likes</i> that, sweetheart. Keep giving me those cute little kitty licks."

She purred and nuzzled at the scruff on his cheeks and chin, kissing him with her eyes closed in bliss.

"Good girl," he moaned. "Good, good kitty." Aizawa shifted positions, rubbing his stiff member on her thigh. "You've got me too excited, naughty girl. Can you handle a fuck without that much foreplay tonight?"

"I'm excited too," she admitted shyly.

"Good." He took out the condom he'd palmed earlier and ripped it open with his teeth. "I'm going to make you mine tonight, kitty," he husked roughly, eyeing her body as he drew the protection carefully over himself. "Later, when we get tested, I'll take you raw. You'll like it better. I'm uncut, and you'll get a lot more feeling that way. But for now..." He set himself and thrust.

"Oh my god, <i>yesss</i>!"

He grinned ferally at her through the dark curtain of hair on either side of his face. "What's that? You like my cock?"

"I've - I've never..." Elly struggled to think. "Why does it feel so good, so fast?!"

"I'm hitting your g-spot, kitten," he said, pleased. He continued to buck into her at the angle he was at, knowing it was perfect. "Never found it quite so fast and sometimes, not at all."

"Ohhh, god!"

"Yeah, you feel good." He grunted and threw his hair back. "<i>Fuck</i>."

She threw her legs around him, bucking against him as he moved. "Don't stop, please!"

"You close?" He bent and kissed her, hard, on the mouth. "You're not gonna come unless daddy says you can." Her cries grew louder and he slowed down. "No," he growled harshly. "Not yet."

She arched her back, moaning in rapture. "Please, daddy, I want to!"

"I know. You'll <i>wait</i> like I," he grunted, thrusting hard, "wait! Like I told you."

Her body was on fire, tingling and hot. Every time he moved forward a jolt of pleasure shook her, harder and harder, getting more electric until she was whining loudly.

"Oh, ho, you're <i>close</i>, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"I can feel you tightening around me." He dropped lower, angling upwards and doubling his pace. "So close, you're ready, aren't you? You want it?"

"<i>Yesyesyes!</i> Ohmigod!"

"That's it! C'mon, kitten," he urged roughly. "Come on my hard, throbbing cock. <i>Ungh</i>!" He tossed his head back again, hair flying wildly around his face. "Come for <i>daddy</i>!"

"Yes!"

They came together, heaving and crying out and clawing at one another. Aizawa bit her neck in the heat of passion and it heightened her release like she hadn't known was possible.

"Ahh, fuck." He slipped out before he realized and grabbed at the condom, spilling some but thankfully not on or inside her. "S'okay. There."

"Whoa." She took a very deep breath.

Aizawa chuckled and crawled over to toss the filled prophylactic away. When he was there he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer.

"Look what I bought you," he whispered reverently, shaking a leather collar in one hand. A tiny silver bell attached to the end tinkled musically and Elly raised her eyebrows. "I got this over a year ago," he admitted, his gray eye softening as he turned it over in his palm. "It's even got my name on it so everyone knows you're mine."

"O - oh my god."

"You want it, kitten? I know you can't wear the bell all the time, so I made sure it could come off." He demonstrated with a huge grin. "You can wear the collar always, and the bell when we make love."

"Put it on me."

"Daddy loves his precious kitten," he whispered, kissing her softly on the mouth as he fastened it securely around her neck.

Her purple eyes filled with tears. "Sh - Shota, I -" He stopped her with a gentle swipe of his tongue.

"It's okay. Let me say it properly though, hmm?" They shared another kiss, longer and more passionate. He waited until he was sure she was fully relaxed in his arms again before sighing. "I love you, Ches."

"I love you, too!"

"I know."

Aizawadisiac

 "Look out!"

The villain they were fighting moved quickly, so fast that Eraserhead was caught in the spray of fine mist that was shot directly into his face. He sneezed and fell into the alleyway between the buildings while the villain made their escape.

Cheshire materialized a few feet away, splattering in rage but determined to help.

"Here, give me your arm!"

He snarled and spun away, but when he tried to focus on using his capture thread to go after the bad guy, his plan backfired. He was suddenly unable to concentrate and the scarves wavered in mid air, then latched around him instead, rather like when he'd been a teenager struggling to master its use.

"Shit!"

Elly darted towards him once more and knelt by his side. Her fingers wormed their way under the thread on his stomach and she tugged. Aizawa felt her hands on him and tensed further. His mind blurred, desire for the woman he worked with pushing itself to the forefront above everything else.

"This is really tight."

"Don't fuck around," he growled, his eye narrowing to a dangerous slit. "You want to take advantage of me like this? <i>Do it</i>."

Elly stopped in the middle of trying to unwrap him, her tail stiff in shock. "What? Take advantage of? What are you talking about, Eraser?"

He bucked forward, straining toward her from the absence of touch and starting to sweat. "I want you to use me like a sex toy."

"What?!"

"<i>Don't untie me</i>," he snapped. "I've been hit with an aphrodisiac quirk and I will hurt you."

"You were... oh, no." Unfortunately the news caused her to jerk farther away and he groaned in anguish. "Okay. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to text the nearest -"

"<i>No</i>."

She glanced over at him to find his long, black hair swept up in that strange, telekinetic wind, his single eye burning hot and bright. "Eraser," she began, but he cut her off with another startlingly firm reply.

"No one else. I only want <i>you</i>."

"But -"

"If you don't want me," he hissed through clenched teeth, "bring me to the campus and deposit me in my bed. It should wear off in a few hours."

"But you said - you want me to what?"

"Leave me tied up," he husked in a dangerous tone. "I'm dangerous to you now."

"I'll have to carry you, and you're heavy." She sighed and lifted him with his head over her shoulder. "<i>Eraserhead</i>!"

He chuckled and licked her neck again, baring his teeth and rubbing them on the flushed skin. "Faster," he whispered roughly. She shuddered and heaved harder, baring her fangs as she carried him to the nearest mating center.

Mating Centers were for anthros like herself (though she was only part cat). They were safe havens to barricade yourself in during heats or mate without restrictions if one wanted to. The staff takes care of patrons needs - everything down to food, prophylactics, even sex toys. Luckily there was one very close by, because the scruffy man was extremely heavy and she was breathing in short, exhausted pants by the time she entered the lobby.

"Oh my goodness! Do you need me to call an ambulance?" The woman behind the desk picked up her phone immediately. "Are you injured?"

"No," Elly wheezed. "No... shit, Eraser, are you <i>all</i> muscle?!" She dropped him as gently as she could and collapsed beside him on the floor. "Room, please. He's been hit with a fuck or die quirk."

Approaching staff heard this and swerved to get a wheelchair. The front desk clerk nodded and dropped the phone back in its cradle. "Occupancy?" She asked questions quickly, adding information into the computer she sat in front of as fast as it was given her.

Elly nodded, her throat tight. "Two."

"Needs?"

"Let me think." She thought for a moment while two orderliness manhandled Aizawa into the wheelchair. He snapped at them like an animal, growling deep in his throat. Elly reached over and threaded her fingers absently through his long, black hair and he leaned into the touch, calming down. "You've got fridges here..?"

"Yes, stocked with energy drinks and bars."

She handed her liscence over and they scanned it so that everything could be charged appropriately. This was a work-related incident, after all, and her agency was good about taking care of heroes. "All right. He's too agitated for me to ask if he wants anything now. We'll order later from the room. Please also contact U.A for me and let them know both of us will require leave tonight and tomorrow."

"I'll take care of that right away."

"Thanks," Elly said wanly. She looked up to find a burly orderly standing at the ready to escort them to a room.

Aizawa was quiet until the door closed behind them. Then he twisted painfully around on the bed he'd been placed on to face her. She wordlessly unfastened his prosthetic leg, peeling the liner off and massaging the rough end.

He knew what was coming next. "Don't!" His gray eye grew alarmed as she started unwrapping the cloth weapon binding him. "<i>Please</i>, kitten, please don't set me free, don't!" He pleaded with her even as he struggled to get closer, licking his lips and nearly drooling.

Elly shook her head. "You need this," she said quietly as the last of the strips settled to the ground.

She was on her back with his firm, hot body on top in a split second, his hips grinding on hers. His mouth found her own and she wasn't sure if they were kissing, biting or sucking the life out of each other. Not that it mattered; she was dead set on letting him have what he wanted. The man had been adamant that he would harm her, but though his calloused palms were rough on her skin his grip wasn't bruising. It was, however, enough to take her breath away.

Aizawa groaned, shuddering, and she knew he was desperate for release and unable to think. She reached down and unbuckled his belt. "Shota. Help me."

He saw what she was doing and grasped the sides of his suit in either hand. As she set the belt aside, he flexed powerfully, tearing the outfit in two rather than unzip it and exposing his dark-haired chest, furry in the middle with a thick trail that ran into his briefs.

Breathing heavily and far more turned on than she'd ever been in her life, she took matters literally into her own hands, yanking his underwear down before grasping him firmly. He was average sized but thick, and she wondered absently if this would make a difference later on.

"Ah, <i>shit</i>! Harder! Harder, kitten! Fuh - fast -" He choked mid-word and let loose a feral howl instead, his body doubling over and shaking as he came. It was not enough, however, and he reached for her almost before he was finished orgasming.

"More," he gasped weakly, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Want you. Want... oh, <i>yeah</i>. Rougher," he husked, closing his eye with pleasure as she bit his neck. His reaction to her nipping his throat was so loud and needy that she covered him in hickeys, biting and sucking until his skin was spotty, covered with angry looking red marks. "More!"

Elly wasn't really into pain play but he wanted it, so she dug her nails in his chest and dragged down slowly. His hisses and groans of pleasure egged her on and soon she was twisting his nipples, tugging and pulling on them as he wailed underneath her.

"G - gonna lose it!" His good eye was squeezed so tightly shut she could see wrinkles around the edges. "I'm - I'm gonna -!"

"Going to come from nipple play, baby?" She leaned down and bit one, soothing the pain with a soft kiss and a lick. "That's hot."

"F - fff..! Ah, <b>fuck</b>!" This time the orgasm was dry and it was clearly more powerful. Aizawa's body jerked so hard he almost fell off the bed. His arms whipped out at the last moment and he caught himself on reflex.

"Sexy," Elly purred.

"Unf." His hairy belly was dewed with sweat, beads caught in the puff of his chest and lower. Drops rolled down as he moved, trembling, to try and sit up. "You. Here," he grunted, holding his arms out.

"Yes, sir."

He glared at her a little, but soon relented when she was sitting soft and warm in his arms. "You haven't come yet."

"You're going to need more attention very soon..."

"No." He pushed her down with her head at the foot of the bed and mouthed her breasts as he continued to talk. "I need to make you come before I lose myself again. How do you want me?"

"Uh!" Caught off guard, she could barely think.

"I can finger you, fuck you or eat you out."

"Uh, I, um."

"Quit thinking so hard," he snapped in his teaching voice. "Just answer! What do you want Eraserhead to do to you?"

"Kiss me until I come," she blurted out.

He nodded, pleased, and slipped immediately between her legs, urging her thighs apart farther so he could set his lips to her lower ones. Knowing the sexual fog could come back to cloud his mind at any moment, he pressed gently and swirled his tongue, trying his best to mimic a kiss while his upper lip brushed her clitorus.

Elly swooned, dropping back onto the bed with a long, loud moan. "Mmmnn, <i>Shota</i>, your tongue feels so <i>good</i>..!"

He moved up, lapping quickly at her pleasure center and gauging how close she was from her cries and the tensing of her legs around his shoulders. When she started to shake and cry out repeatedly it set him off again and he lunged, planting his knees and wiping his face roughly off with the back of his hand.

She looked up, startled, and saw him, his teeth bared and eye filled with such blazing lust she felt it to her core. He wasted no time and thrust, burying himself deep within her in a single movement. Their stomachs slapped together and she cried out, already pushed to the edge by his previous ministrations. "Yes! Take me! Let me feel you, Sho!"

He shuddered and gripped the sheets on either side of her, his dark hair floating up and his eye glowing red. "Hold on," he growled dangerously.

He was fit and fairly fresh, having not had to work for his other orgasms. Aizawa descended upon her like a man starved, holding her gently yet ravishing her below with a frantic intensity that would have amazed her if she could think. It was all she could do to hold onto his shoulders as he plunged into her repeatedly, humping like an animal and making bestial sounds to match.

"I'm going to drown you in it," he moaned, his hips grinding onto hers. "Going to make you <i>mine</i> at last, kitten, I've -" He let out a brief, coughing roar of pleasure. "Mmnnngh! Wanted you for so long! Mine! <i>My</i> kitty filled with <i>my</i> love!"

The two heroes spent the rest of the day as well as most of the following having so much sex that they were sore. They came out of the experience happier and as a new couple, which he deadpanned was the best thing to ever come out of a villain attack, at least for him.

But then they had to go back to work.

Aizawa knew the morning he had to go back to school was going to be more lively than usual. He showed up early like always and finished some of the backlog of paperwork that had accumulated. But a couple hours after the others had arrived he couldn't stay away from his computer any longer.

He opened the door and sighed as every eye in the faculty work area trained directly on him. "Yes?" He asked in as bland a tone as possible.

"Um, Aizawa," Yagi murmured, "it's very unusual for you to be absent. And at the same time as Ms. Sketchit, as well..?"

"She's been limping," Vlad snickered. "You don't take it easy on <i>anyone</i>, do you?"

Yamada didn't even try to hold in his gleeful laughter as he pointed a shaking finger at his friend. "Whooooooo, baby! Her fangs pack a mean bite!"

The dark-haired man jerked guiltily, grabbing at his capture thread and, in his haste, pulling it down so that said bites were displayed for all to see.

The Voice Hero laughed so hard that he spun around and fell off his chair. "Ohmigod, holy shit he fell for it! He fell for it and better yet, <i>it's true</i>!"

Aizawa's reaction was pretty much what everyone expected it to be. After the dust settled, the leather-clad hero was hogtied and left to his own devices as his friend stormed moodily out the door.

"Worth it," Yamada choked, giving the rest of the staff a thumbs-up, which was the only part of his body he could move.

Exposure

 <i>It was cool and dark in the bedroom, the only light from a small lamp casting its golden glow across the bed.

"Oh,</i> honey<i>."

"Sweetness." Low, soft panting and then a whimper. "Mnnn! Baby, you feel so hot tonight."

The mattress creaked and shifted, sheets rusting as they fell down the man's back as he moved. His arms were powerful, flexing smoothly to hold himself above his lover so as not to crush her with his weight.

"More... up. There."

"Like this?" His voice carried a lilting tease; he surely knew the spot was</i> right there<i>.

Her fervent cry confirmed this. "Yes! More!"

</i>

Elly and Hizashi watched in horror on his laptop as the video went on. They'd never assumed any of the love hotels they frequented would do such a thing, but here it was in full HD quality and great sound. There was no denying who she was since she was very recognizable, and, in a moment, he was outed as well.

<i>A loud whine rattled the headboard and several small light fixtures in the room. "Sh - shit, dampener's wearin' off. I'll break a window at this rate."

"All the windows," she corrected breathlessly, stroking a few locks of hair back from his sweaty face. "Nothing less from Present Mic, right sweetie?"

"Bummer," he sighed. "I ain't payin' for another whoopsie like that. Grab me another, Ches."

</i>

"Well," Elly drawled comically as he paused the playback, "even if they couldn't tell who we were before, we outed ourselves."

"Erk," he agreed with a nervous gulp. "Oh, man, this is nuts. It's <i>everywhere</i>! How do we - what do we do, yo? This is crazy!"

"First thing, we can't sue unless they're making money off this. And they're not," she added glumly. "See? It's free - probably drives traffic to the site. They're using usernames to post the content, too, so even if the site looks like it's complying by removing the video when it gets posted, another member pops up to post it right after."

Hizashi's hazel eyes whirled with anxiety. "But they're - they're showing us..!"

"Loving each other."

"Yeah, but -"

"We both look pretty good, actually." Elly sighed and kissed him softly on the lips. "We're loving, attentive to each other's needs and I think you made me come on your cock this time. That's amazing, people are going to view us as a huge power couple."

His ears were burning so red that he cupped them in his hands, his eyes wide. "Ches!"

"I don't like it either, love." She burrowed her face in his chest. "I'm jealous and angry. But it won't hurt our popularity. The messed up fact is that it'll probably gain us a lot more."

"It's not just... <i>sex</i>," Hizashi whined sadly. "I'm worried about your safety! We're easy targets for villains that now know a big weakness of ours is each other."

"Yeah," she murmured. "That's a problem. But we were going to be seen together eventually, right? This is - is, uh, a bit more than I'd like to show the public. But I'm proud you're my boyfriend."

He coughed once, still upset but squeezing her in appreciation of her praise. "Me, too, yeah?"

"So do we watch the rest of it?"

"Might as well." He hit the play button a little too hard.

<i>

Hizashi crunched the pill between his teeth. "Ugh, tastes like shit."

"You're not supposed to eat them, dear."

"Gets it working faster." He shrugged. "Okay, so...</i> are you ready</i>?"

Elly giggled at his choice of phrases. "Take me, Mikey."

"Aww, so cute." He started thrusting again, moist sounds accompanying the slapping of their bellies together. "Only the - ahh! -- best for my number-one listener."

"You</i> are <i>the best," she moaned. "Yes... yes. Keep going, I'm getting there."

The bed squeaked musically as they made love, his breathing getting hoarse as the pressure in his groin built. He finally gasped and cried out, though with the dampener in effect he was much quieter. "Nngh..! Oh, fuck, please tell me yer close!"

"Y - yes! Oh, Zashi!" Elly dissolved into a series of moans and babbled praise.

"Yeah!" He doubled his speed, groaning roughly. "Come for me! Come - oh, oh shit,</i> oh shit babygirl come with me!<i>" His frantic pace stopping suddenly with a low, inarticulate growl signaled his release. They lay combined together for a long minute, catching their breath. Then he kissed her forehead softly. "You come, love?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Awesome."</i>

The recording ended there, though both remembered a long, extensive bout of cuddling.

Elly turned and hugged him tight. "I guess we have to consider getting a place, huh?"

"I guess so," he marveled quietly. "Hey, does this mean we'll be technically living together?"

"Whenever we have downtime from school, yeah."

"Awesome," he said, unconsciously echoing his past self from the video.