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 Hizashi was about to sit down by his computer in the shared teacher's office when Aizawa nudged him. 

"What?"

Surprisingly, Yagi answered from across the desk. "You're needed in the lounge, Mic."

"Whaaat?"

"You should take off your neck speaker," he added.

"It's Cheshire," Aizawa grunted shortly. 

Moments later as his unoccupied seat was spinning and the door slammed shut behind him the taciturn homeroom teacher smirked at All Might. "That's how you make him run," he snickered.

Hizashi fumbled his neck gear off as he walked, pushing the door open to the break room uneasily. He heard Cheshire immediately. She was hissing and spluttering under her breath, angered obviously by what she was staring at on her phone. He dropped his speaker carefully on a table and approached.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"No!" She showed her teeth in a snarl. "This is too far. They've <i>gone too far</i> I - I can't -"

"Okay! Let's just..." Hizashi leaned over and slowly gripped her phone in two fingers, treating it as if it were a live snake. "Here we go. Let's put <i>this</i> away. It's makin' you hurt."

"But -"

"Nope." He tossed it on top of a shelf in the corner and turned around, crossing his arms.

"<i>Hizashi</i>, I'm too <i>short</i> to reach that!"

"Yeah. I know."

"But can't I just finish -"

"No." His chin firmed with his eyebrows drawn in a tight frown. "It's hurting you." 

"But don't you want to know -"

"<i>No</i>." He crossed back over and sat beside her on the couch, reaching out to place his arm around her shoulders. "You can't <i>breathe</i>, Ches. You need to stop. Here... what can we do instead? What d'ya wanna do, maybe listen to some music? Read a book?"

Elly sighed with frustration, her ears laying back. "I don't know."

Hizashi found a playlist on his phone and turned it on. Calming instrumental music filled the room.

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah." She leaned into his side, making it easy for him to feel the tension throughout her body. 

"But not all better," he mused. "You're gonna pass out if you don't chill out."

"I need to be in my office in half an hour."

"I'm not letting you go until you can walk without wobbling all around," he warned. 

"I can't just calm down that fast!"

"Well, then," he murmured close to one furry ear, "what about a cuddle? Will that help, baby?"

"<i>Mic -</i>" she began in a huff but let out a small squeak when he pulled her onto his lap. 

"What's up?" Hizashi asked cheerfully. "No cuddle?" He made a show of pouting and looked so overly sad with huge, pleading eyes that she giggled. 

"Okay, okay. But we'll have to deal with all the crazy rumors after this. The kids <i>and</i> staff already think we're dating. <i>The media thinks you're with somebody else, though</i>," she added under her breath.

"Ohhhh, is <i>that</i> what's got ya pissed?" He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm not seeing anybody. I wanna, but she thinks all the rumors are crazy." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

She craned her neck to look up at him and found he was blushing. "What exactly are you saying, Mic?"

"Oh. I guess, uh. You wanna date?"

A quarter of an hour later an extremely smug Present Mic strolled into the office and sat down. It was approximately five seconds until he couldn't hold out any more and proceeded to tell everyone how he'd gotten a <i>girlfriend</i>.

Hunger, 8

 "That's right, baby. <i>Scream</i> for me! Ya know I <i>like it loud</i>."

Elly twisted and turned on the bedsheets, clawing at them frantically as her lover pounded into her at a steady, even pace. Hizashi was at his outrageous best, wearing nothing but his Present Mic jacket with his hair done up in a tight bun to help prevent spillage.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"Ain't gonna," he panted hoarsely, arching his back as he thrust. "Remember, that last shot made me get it up but nothing's comin'. This is all for you - one final fuck so hard your heat'll be over."

"Oh god, ohhh goddd..."

He giggled wickedly and dropped a quick kiss on her cheek. "Hold on, babygirl, this party's only <i>just</i> begun."

The man had stamina, but this was something else. The staff were concerned her heat was taking so long and told him to "do his best" at least one more time. More than a week of repeated sex had definitely taken its toll on him, yet he said would do it as long as necessary, no questions asked. And so he threw himself into the act as fully as possible, giving in to the pull and push, working his muscles as she shook uncontrollably underneath him.

After awhile Elly threw back her head, her throat working. "Mic, oh god Mic that's it -"

Hizashi blinked as sweat dripped into his eye but he didn't dare move his hands to wipe it away. Instead he concentrated, trying to deepen his thrusts to match her weak flops towards him. She was as extremely tired as he was and he knew one more orgasm would put her out like a light.

She needed that.

He <i>really</i> hadn't counted on how extremely physical the last few days had been. He knew the stories about anthros and their cycles but thought, like everyone else, that they were highly exagerrated. Tales involving sex always got blown up on the internet, and a lot of guys loved bragging.

Turns out it was very close to what those who had reportedly been through with their partners. 

It also turned out that quite a few of those people had not, in fact, been boasting, but warning those that thought it would be a fun undertaking. Not to say this wasn't genuinely rewarding, and at times very enjoyable.

Fun, however, was not what it was about at the moment. 

<i>Damn it, it's not working</i>!

"Havin' trouble, Ches?"

She whimpered, her fingers grasping his shoulders in a tight grip. The leather helped; he was unharmed though her nails were digging in. "Close but I can't!"

"Whatcha need, babygirl? Tell me."

"You're not into it!"

"Oh, I'm into it." He laughed when she shot him a narrow-eyed look. "I <i>am</i>. Just not gonna finish this time. That the problem? I'm not coming?"

She nodded - at least he thought she did, her body was jiggling impressively with each movement he made. 

"You want me to fake it, baby? You <i>do</i> feel good."

"Anything," she gasped, "anything. Please."

Hizashi moaned softly in her ear. "Mnn, baby, you fit me so <i>perfect</i>."

She gulped audibly. "Oh!"

"That's it, that's it," he continued, his breath hot and causing her ear to twitch as he panted. "So good, yeah?" He wriggled a hand between them to rub at her upper sex, a tricky maneuver while still thrusting inside her but he was incredibly flexible as well as running on the high energy he was known for. "You make me come so hard, I wanna come -" He threw his head back, throat working to utter a series of scandalous moans that rose in pitch. It was over-the-top acting even by the worst pornographic film standards, but it worked. Hearing him sound like he was in the throes of ecstacy combined with this extreme stimulation tossed Elly over the edge. 

"<i>Yes</i>!"

"Oh, babygirl," he gasped as she shrieked his hero name several times. "Thank fuck. Good, good, it's okay, let go... that's right." 

She collapsed backwards and he hurriedly pulled out and checked her pulse. It was racing but as he waited began to slowly even out. Hizashi sighed in relief and kissed her sweaty forehead. Only then did he notice his own body was disgustingly slick under the heavy jacket, straggling bits of his long hair that fell out of the bun sticking to his neck and shoulders. He grimaced and stood up, bracing himself with one hand on a nightstand since his leg muscles were twitching wildly. Elly muttered something unintelligible, her eyes closed in sleep while he waited. When he was certain he was physically capable of movement he stretched, placing his hands at the small of his back. 

"Aw'right, gotta clean up," he muttered to himself as he grabbed a nearby towel. This was used to very carefully wipe Elly down before tucking a fresh sheet around her. She sighed happily in her sleep, grabbing a handful of soft fabric and cuddling deeper into the pillow. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby," he whispered, and kissed her cheek this time. 

She purred in response, sensing his touch. He smiled, then waddled unsteadily off to the bathroom dropping his jacket on the floor as he went.

Hunger, 7

 "Yeah, let's. I'm getting cold, anyway."

The couple dried off and wandered into the bedroom to put their fluffy robes back on. As they did they heard a beep from the door and Hizashi wandered over to look out into the tiny foyer that seperated their suite from the outside. 

"Hey, it must be dinner time," he called out.

Elly poked her head out of the bedroom. "I <i>was</i> getting kind of hungry."

"Yeah, look." Hizashi pulled open the front door and rolled in a cart with multiple covered dishes. "They probably set this out while we were in the bathroom."

"Bring it on over, sweetie. I want to be disgustingly sinful and eat in bed."

Hizashi squirmed with delight at the name and complied with a flourish.

The food was excellent but then he noticed there was a bottle on the side of the cart. "What's this? Sake? Really?!"

"Is it any good?"

"Ohhhh ho ho ho. Try this," he husked, setting his cup to her lips.

Elly drank, then started purring as the liquid blossomed into warmth in her belly. "Oh, that's <i>good</i>. I wonder why they let us have alcohol?"

"No idea. Maybe it's to help us relax." He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her deeply. "Mmmn... that's even sweeter."

"<i>You're</i> sweeter," she giggled.

"Nuh uh. You."

She laughed harder. Hizashi's lips twitched and he drank again, then sighed deeply.

"Oh, <i>fuck</i>," he breathed. "I think I know why they gave us that wine."

"Yeah."

"There was somethin' in it, right?"

"Yeah," she whispered, clinging to him and also breathing slowly. "Wine masks the taste."

"Hmm. They monitor us, so..."

"They'll take action if someone's not eating or sleeping well. We only managed a little nap before. Probably wasn't enough."

"Yeah, 'cause right now I feel like a semi just dropped on top of me." He yawned hugely, stretching one arm over his head but keeping the other slung about her waist. "We better get settled, honey. Or we'll keel over right here."

They pushed the cart some distance away and lay back on the huge mattress. Elly rolled into his arms right away. "I wish this could last forever." She buried her face in his chest, completely content.

He raised both eyebrows. "Your heat?"

"Noooo. This."

"Me an' you?" Hizashi shifted his legs around hers and sighed. "Baby, I'm not going <i>anywhere</i>. If you want me forever, you got me."

"...too good to be true," came the muffled reply.

"You'll see," he promised. "If I hafta shout it in public every day I'll do it." His golden eyes brightened, but for once he held his tongue as a wonderful idea struck him.

"I'll do anything to be with you forever."

"Mmm hmm. Well, here's the list. You ready? You're gonna hafta date me for awhile, put up with a gross amount of affection," Hizashi squeezed her once and she giggled faintly. "No, I mean it. I'm gonna shower you with so much love we'll make everyone around us puke." He thought for a moment, then added, "At the very least we'll get Aizawa. He <i>hates</i> that kind of thing."

"Funnnn. Then what."

"I'll ask you a question you'd better be ready for!" He snickered wickedly. "Although, I doubt you'll be able to prepare. I'm gonna work really hard to surprise you all the time."

"Pfff, already know the answer."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Yes," she murmured so low he almost didn't hear. Hizashi fell asleep with a smile.

relationshipadvice

 <b>I'm (30f) madly in love with my colleague (32m) and don't what to do</b>

<b>ThrowRAmadlyinlove</b>:

<i>Okay, so I need to know what others think. I'm in love with one of my colleagues. I swore I'd never trust any man since none have loved me back (not even family). But this guy ...I was there before I realized and it's too late for me to distance myself.

I'm currently in Japan, and the work culture here is different from what I'm used to. Hell, everything is different, but here you spend even more time with co-workers than in the US. I've been seeing him at work and during casual nights for long enough to get to know him very well. We stayed late when the others left and have become friends (he's called me a friend but he's friendly to a lot of people..?)

It might sound creepy to say I'm in love but we're in an industry where we rely on each other for our lives and have been in tight situations. Also, I've known him for a year now and we've been out almost every Friday night since we met, sometimes more. We even "live together" in a dorm type situation. I even know some of his bathroom habits!

Anyway, I've done a lot of work on myself in therapy but I'll always have issues. I'm scared and don't know what to do. Normally I'd ignore my feelings but they're too strong. He's a sweet man and he'd let me down easy, I think, but that's just it. I know deep down he can't like me back and I don't want to be hurt, especially after falling so hard despite myself.

What do I do?
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Elly's tailtips twitched as she read the post on her phone. The responses were mixed; she'd guessed as a therapist what most folks would say and she knew her own textbook response.

What she <i>hadn't</i> counted on was losing her anonymity.

Elly wasn't really sure how the redditor guessed who she was or why the rest believed them. She only knew that an hour after posting this on her lunch break it was on the main page, flooded with replies and had gone viral elsewhere.

She did the only thing she could - hid in her office and hoped for the best.

Of course she knew he'd see it.

There was a rapid series of knocks at her door before she was finished praying to every diety she could think of to beg he would somehow miss it.

"Hey, uh... Ches?"

Elly let her forehead fall heavily onto her desk with a defeated groan. "Ughhhhh, come in."

Hizashi stuck his head inside first, his hair rustling as the giant blond spike preceeded him. He chuckled when he saw her and closed the door behind him. "Whoa, babe, you look wrecked. I won't screw around, okay." He paused, pulled out the chair in front of her desk and plopped down in it. "Is that really your reddit post everybody's talking about?"

"Yes."

"Oh." He raised his eyebrows, looking down his nose as his sunglasses slipped to reveal his wide, golden eyes. "Is the guy All Might?"

Elly stared at him incredulously for a second, then burst into tears. He jumped to his feet and rushed over to her, kneeling to be on her level.

"It's okay! It's gonna be okay. He's not gonna hurt you, like, I don't think he even -"

"<i>It's not All Might</i>!"

"What?!"

"It's not All Might," she repeated sadly. She reached out with a shaky hand and hesitantly, carefully cupped his right cheek in a cold palm.

Hizashi's shades slipped further, his eyes huge. "Oh my god," he choked, "it's me? Ches, is it <i>me</i>?"

She jerked her hand away, flinching, as his came up but all he did was remove the giant speaker from his neck. Once that was placed aside, he took her wrist and gently guided her hand back to where it had been. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes and trying to think how he could reassure her.

Instead of the million little things he'd always thought of saying that were loving or supportive he blurted out, "You wanna come over tonight after work?"



















<b>She (30f) likes me (32m)! How do I not fuck this up????</b>

<b>ThrowRAloudAFlover</b>:

<i>Old as time lyrics, yo! She's into me and we're gonna meet up. So we're close enough that we can skip the "getting to know each other" part. But she's giving out a serious vibe and I think she wants to seal the deal!!!!

YEAAAAHHHHH ♡♡♡

But also

Like

SHIT

I need help QUICK! How do I:

- help her realize she's awesome
- make this night extra special
- keep quiet during (you know), and I mean QUIET or I'll get in serious trouble

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Edit: FFS MY DUDES OKOK you know who we are but now you get why I need tips or she's gonna be deafened HEEEEELLLLP</i>

Mental Health Help

 It wasn't quite dark yet, but it was far after school hours and the teachers at U.A. were mostly winding down for the night.

Hizashi Yamada was not.

He dashed down the dormitory hall, necklaces bouncing on his chest as he scrambled to find the school counselor, his scheduled partner in crime.

"Hey hey! M'almost ready to leave for the bar, where you at, <i>where you at</i>?" He opened her door but stopped cold as he realized the room was dark. "Ches?"

She was curled up on her bed in a tight ball with her striped tail wrapped around her. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light he saw her shoulders shaking and he stepped forward catiously.

"Hey..?"

"Sorry." Elly very obviously struggled to control her crying so she could speak. He could see this was a massive effort, akin to someone lifting a huge amount of physical weight. She got under it, and, with a heavy grunt of determination rolled her shoulders back. Hizashi watched her eyes come back into focus with relief. "Oh. The bar."

"Yeah, are you okay?"

"No."

"Oh." He blinked, startled. It was strange dealing with someone other than Aizawa that spoke so bluntly, but he liked that about them both. "Are you sick? D'ya need Chiyo..?"

"No... it's my illness. My brain is sort of fixating on bad memories and ideas," she explained. "I can't stop it."

"I knew you had bad days, like, moods an' stuff. It's more, though, yeah?"

"Yeah. It's just..." Elly sighed deeply and rubbed at her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. "It's hard, sometimes, not having anyone special to make things better."

"I thought we were tight, yo." Hizashi's face grew sad, his expressive eyes fixed on hers. "You can come to <i>me</i> if yer upset."

"I know." Her cheeks grew a darker red color all at once and she broke eye contact to stare at her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I know, but - well, but you're such an outgoing guy. You shouldn't have to stay in because I don't want to go. Have fun."

"Uh... you sure?"

"Yes. I want you to go. I'll be fine."

Hizashi ran his hand across the top of his head, patting the messy bun at the back. The door closed behind him and he sighed, pausing to think about what happened.

"Yamada." He was deep in thought and jumped to one side, arms flailing, when someone stepped out of the shadowed hallway beside him. 

Wheezing, he clutched his chest and stared balefully at the tall man standing near. "Holy <i>shit</i>, All Might, for such a big dude you can be crazy quiet."

Yagi smiled at him, but pointed at the door. "Is Miss Elly not coming out? I thought I heard a disturbance."

"Doesn't feel like it. She said she'll be okay, though."

"Hmm." Yagi stared for a moment at her closed door. "I think she wants you to stay," he said at last.

"But she said -"

"She may not want to force the issue." The tall man placed a hand on Hizashi's shoulder. "You've heard about her past?"

"A little." He frowned. "We're close friends, we've had some long talks, you know, aside from the mandatory therapy stuff."

"Yes." The tall man nodded, tilting his head to one side as he thought.

"You've talked with her too, yeah? You've been to America. Even though she never really seems homesick she likes being around people that speak English now an' then."

"It's not just that, though. I can't tell you things we've spoken of in confidence, of course. But I <i>can</i> suggest that if she's upset she would want comfort."

"She said that," he admitted. "But then told me to leave. Why don't <i>you</i> go?"

"Because she sees you in a different way than just a friend."

"<i>Close</i> friend," he chirped brightly.

"That's why it has to be <i>you</i>, Yamada," he asserted quietly.

Hizashi frowned at her closed door, worry beginning to work its way into his tightly pinched brow again. "I don't want to upset her."

"I don't think you can." Yagi placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed once in encouragement. The other man sighed and walked over, knocking before opening the door a crack.

"Ches? I'm still here."

"Hizashi?" She sniffled. "I <i>hurt</i>, and it's <i>bad</i>, and I can't stop it."

"Do you want a hug?" Hizashi sat on the bed and stretched his arms wide. She looked him over very carefully, noting his lower voice and smaller, more serious, but still light-hearted smile. 

"Ohhhh... ummm, you don't have to if you don't want." She nervously crossed her arms, her ears laid low. "I know you want to go to the -"

"Nah, babygirl." Hizashi decided that he was going to have to step up his game. "What I <i>want</i> is to hold you." He raised an eyebrow and reached slowly out. "Is that okay?"

Elly locked up at <i>babygirl</i>, in such disbelief at the nickname she didn't protest. He carefully wrapped his arms around her and sat still while she adjusted to the unexpected affection. His hold was loose at first so she could pull away if she wanted, but after a minute she drew in a huge, shuddering breath and clung tightly to him.

"Ahhhhh." Her hands gripped his t-shirt, her body shaking. "There we go. Let that shit out."

"I'm so afraid!"

Hizashi rubbed her upper back gently in small circles. "Of what?"

"I - I can't..!"

"S'okay, babe." He hugged her close. "I won't let anything hurt you."

"You won't like me if you see me like this!"

"But -" 

<i>I'm</i> already <i>seeing you like this</i>.

Hizashi's heart nearly broke with sympathy. He <i>knew</i> what this felt like, had his whole life. He was loud and over-the-top almost all the time, having suppressed Yamada Hizashi in favor of Present Mic. Many people judged him because they only saw that persona. They deemed him stupid, not worth listening to and his colleages talked over him in important meetings. Even his friends often shoved him away when he tried to offer help.

Ches <i>never did, though. She won't reject me... right</i>?

"Okay." He took a steady, deep breath. "You like me, yeah?"

"Y - yes!" The reply was vehement enough that her body jerked in his arms.

Hizashi coughed uncomfortably. "Even though I'm really fuckin' annoying? I'm loud, make lots of bad jokes and uh, I'm in people's personal space too much."

"You're not annoying! You radiate positive vibes and - and, and... ohhh."

"Yup." He smiled at her as she pulled back to stare at him, wiping her teary eyes with light touches of his fingertips. "I see you better than <i>you</i> see you. And it's good. Even the messy stuff."

Her lower lip trembled and she reached out blindly towards him. He held his hands up and they clasped together. 

Later both would say it seemed like it was hours, but they sat for a couple of minutes breathlessly staring into each other's eyes until he broke the spell by tugging her hands up to his lips. He pressed a small kiss on each wrist before letting them go.

"D'ya trust me, babe?"

She shook her head but he was relieved to see she was only trying to focus. Elly rubbed her eyes and nodded. "Yes."

"Okay then! We're gonna have a stay-in date. Meet me on the couch whenever you're ready." He rushed out in excitement, throwing her a finger gun and a wink before the door closed.

Elly sat there, bemused, until she realized he said <i>date</i> and hurried to freshen up. When she walked cautiously out into the common area she got another surprise.

Hizashi grinned over at her from the smaller of the two couches, remote in hand. "Look, I got, what's it called, Disney Plus or whatever on this thing. We can watch <i>Alice in Wonderland</i>!"

Her eyes widened and she caught her breath, her face feeling quite warm all of a sudden.

Yagi was sitting in his room getting ready to head to the bar when he heard a familiar voice swear in surprise outside.

When he came out to see what Aizawa was exclaiming at, he found the two snuggled up on the couch. Hizashi had his arm around her and she was talking animatedly about the scene unfolding onscreen. The blond-haired man's expression was very soft as he paid close attention.

"Ah, ha. So he did it."

"I didn't think he had the balls," the grumpy man admitted. "They've been pining over each other for months."

"He realized she needed him." He paused, then smiled broadly. "Yamada would have never confessed for himself, but he became very protective when he saw her hurting."

"Huh." Aizawa side-eyed him until Yagi started to cough.

"I only helped a <i>little</i>!"

"Sure."

Hot fix

 It had been one of those days. Not everything had gone wrong, really, just enough to cause Elly to wordlessly walk past her boyfriend as he sat on the couch, her Hero outfit falling to the floor as she mindlessly sought the comfort of a hot shower.

Aizawa Shota was not one to take that lightly.

He easily inferred she had a rough day and made plans, waiting patiently for her to finish cleaning up in the bathroom.

Elly took her time showering, enjoying the refreshing fall of water and sweet-smelling steam. She got out and dried her short hair and tail carefully, shaking herself in front of the mirror with satisfaction. "Better go grab some clothes," she sighed.

Upon opening the bedroom door, however, she saw her boyfriend seated on the bed dressed in dark clothing, wearing his capture weapon with an enigmatic expression on his scruffy features. She smiled a sheepish smile and was about to apologize for ignoring him when she was caught tightly in several layers of his binding cloth. He pulled sharply and she flew into his arms, then rolled onto the mattress. Elly was too winded to say anything until he gently set her down, the scarf-like pieces unraveling from around her body. As soon as he did she sat up at the waist in protest.

"Shota!"

He shook his head and laid a finger on his lips.

Aizawa straddled her, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously. He reached down and pulled the hem of his black shirt up with one hand, exposing his chest and firm, sculpted abdomen. The warm skin thrust at her in an aggressively sexual manner, his back arched and other arm behind him. 

He'd <i>shaved</i> his chest. The skin was smooth with no trace of the dark, furry hair that normally covered it. The hair started at his navel now, a light dusting that trailed lower.

And as she looked - how could she not, with this mouth-watering display put on for her benefit -- her eyes dropped and she saw the button on his fly was undone. Only a tantalizing glimpse of dark hair and shadows was exposed, but of course the bulge in his slacks indicated the treat that lay in wait. 

His smile was a touch smug but more confident than full of ego; when she raised her eyes he pointed at the bed in an obvious command: <i>lay down</i>.

So she did.

All her cares and worry vanished with the brush of his lips on hers and warm, strong hands caressing her body. He kissed her naked body slowly, his hot mouth trailing after his hands and covering every inch of flesh as he passed it. She squirmed and writhed, gasping as his stubble rasped lightly on her sensitive skin. Aizawa took note of this and paused to rub his cheek on her belly, staring hotly up at her all the while. 

"Baby, that tickles," she giggled.

He raised an eyebrow and did it again on the other side, slower this time.

"Ohmigod, <i>Sh</i> -" 

He hefted himself up on his hands and quickly silenced her with a passionate kiss. One turned into several, and he was soon growling softly as he pressed against her with an urgency that took her breath away.

"Eraser..?"

Nope.

She wasn't addressing him the wrong way. He still hushed her with his body and a stern, though loving, look. Elly finally got the message: no talking whatsoever.

Moaning, however, was apparently allowed.

She bit her lip, a hiss of pleasure escaping her as his kisses trailed down her neck to her breasts. He chuckled wickedly, a dark, velvety snicker, and ran the tip of his tongue up toward a hardened nipple. Instead of licking directly, however, he started a slow, lazy spiral from the outermost area. After a few minutes, Elly started biting her lip harder in an agony of torturous pleasure. When Aizawa noticed he let out an exaggerated hum of concern and pulled away to stop her with a kiss. She squirmed but he lapped at the chewed-up skin, his dark eye burning into hers.

<i>Okay. None of that either, then.</i>

She nodded in understanding and her reward was exactly what she needed, his mouth closing on her breast, lips suckling until she really couldn't help but cry his name.

"<i>Shota</i>"

He grunted approval and raised himself on his arms above her, wobbling only slightly away from his legless side. "Do you want me?"

"Yes!" 

"All right." 

She knew better; she really did. And yet the man broke her on a daily basis with love and the care he put into making her feel good. So yes, she knew better, but was <i>still</i> shocked to the core when he shoved her knees further apart, spreading them wide enough the muscles burned lightly. He thrust inside without further warning, a thrill streaking up her belly from the quick movement. When she opened her mouth, however, he crushed his own over hers again, swallowing her cries as he arched back.

"Good kitty."

He thrust forward again, holding her down so she couldn't buck up into his movements and deepen the penetration. Elly whined, craving more, but let him do as he wished. When he saw she was restraining herself he rewarded her with a sharp twist of his hips, a quick thrill that left her desperate for more. Knowing he didn't want her to speak, however, she groaned and let her head fall to one side on the pillow. 

Aizawa kissed her on the cheek, a silent apology before starting an even rhythm that burned away the ache into a slow growing orgasm. She strained for it, eager, but every time she tried he stopped and kissed her until she relaxed again. How he was holding back for so long was a complete mystery to her, yet she hadn't much time to ponder anything as he was demanding her full attention. Her focus narrowed and it was clear when she let go, her eyes glazing over and mouth parting. His lips twitched in a sly grin when he saw. She whimpered and reached for him again, and this time he bent forward so she could grasp his shoulder blades.

"I'll let that slide, my queen," he told her breathlessly, still moving his hips. "Mostly because you're going to need to <i>hold on</i>."

"Yes," she gasped, gripping tightly with hips and hands. "Yes, faster! Faster, baby - I'm close and I need this so much!"

"I know," he murmured, kissing her sweaty forehead. He took a deep breath, arched his back for a full second, and flung himself smoothly into the act with a kind of ferocity she had never known. On an ordinary day it might have been a little frightening but she wanted this, <i>needed</i> to be wrecked so hard she lost herself. 

"Deeper, please!"

"Raise your legs," he snapped brusquely. "Give them to me, here." His rough palms clutched them tight, lifting them up his waist to his back. "Can you cross your ankles?" She immediately did and her new angle provided the easiest, deepest penetration. It wasn't long until she was weeping with the force of her orgasm and he let her cry it out. If not for the sticky smear on one of her thighs, Elly wouldn't have been certain that he came or not. He'd been silent and watchful even then.

Aizawa rolled over on his back beside her, one long-fingered hand finding and entwining with hers. They lay there for a long time letting their bodies cool and their breathing slow. 

Elly was the one to break the silence. "Thank you."

He shrugged. "I love you."

"Thank you for that, too."

Hunger, 6

 Hizashi paused to rummage through his bag before getting into the shower. He pulled out a small square of plastic while Elly stared.

"Oh, baby, it's not a condom." He laughed and opened the packet to reveal a shower cap. "Go on and get in, start without me. I need to make sure my hair stays dry." She nodded and picked up the soap while he reached back to make sure the massive blond pile was fully covered under the cap. Satisfied, he stepped in and washed several key areas, letting the water rinse him fresh again.

"Okay, we're cleaned up! On to the fun part."

"F - fun?"

"Yep. Move into the tub, please? There's a little seat for you. I'll set up the water." He turned off the shower and stepped out and back into the other area, which was more like a hot tub than a bath itself. After fiddling with the dials for a moment he was satisfied the water was filling properly and he knelt in front of her.

"How you doing, Ches? You look fidgety."

"I'm - I'm on fire," she sobbed, twisting and turning, her wet legs sliding aimlessly against each other. 

"My poor baby," he whispered, his heart in his eyes as he laid his head in her lap. "What do you want? What do you need?" The water was up to his lower legs, swirling around and splashing a little as he moved.

"I need to come," she sniffled. "But I don't, I don't know..."

"Get greedy, baby. Tell me <i>anything</i> you want." Hizashi kissed her knee. "Y'know, ya still haven't quite let go. I have to ease you into it every time."

"Bad memories."

"Yeah." He looked sad momentarily, then sighed, tugging his hair free of the cap and unfastening the soft band to run his fingers through it a few times. "I know what might help, though. Remember to tell me if I do anything you're not comfortable with." Satisfied it was dry enough he fastened the long, blond locks into a triple bun.

"Uh huh." She wiggled her rear on the seat which had a small rubber mat for comfort and safety's sake. Hizashi made puppy dog eyes at her until she blushed and admitted she wanted kisses.

He started with her forehead and moved from there, taking his time and drawing each one out with tongue and soft nuzzles of his lips. 

"Your mustache is so sexy," she panted when he paused. "It turns me on when I feel it on my skin."

"Much better," he praised in encouragement. "Soooo much better. And as an added bonus - that makes me feel good, too." He kissed her navel and impishly decided to dip his tongue inside.

She whimpered and scratched the back of his neck lightly with her nails as her fingers spasmed. "Zashi..!"

"What d'ya want, sweetheart?" The feathery soft brushes of his lips dropping lower and lower were driving her insane. He knew what she wanted but also that she had less than pleasant experiences in the past. If he could gently urge her to open up, he could reinforce that he wasn't like the others. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her inner thigh. "I love you so much, baby. Let me show you. Tell me."

Elly let out air in a huff that spoke volumes before answering in a shaky voice. "Want you to go down on me..." He heard her take a gulping breath before continuing, "w - want your head between my legs."

"Yes, <i>ma'am</i>," he replied enthusiastically.

"I wasn't sure -"

"I told you, baby - I'll do damn near anything for you." He stopped in the act of kissing her knee to look directly into her eyes. "This isn't a big deal, either. I'll always want to kiss you."

"But -"

"No buts. I love you. Oh, and let you in on a secret," he whispered, sliding into place as she lifted her legs to help. "I like havin' my hair pulled. Get close to the scalp if yer gonna yank and don't hold back."

"It won't hurt you?"

"Not bad. It stings, is all." He grinned as he realized his throat felt more normal. "Heyyyy, the pills have been wearing off, so I've got a lot more power."

"Why would that matter <i>ohmigod</i>!"

Hizashi licked a slow, long strip up her sex, humming softly all the while. The vibrations from his quirk turned the simple vocalization into a buzzing sensation, not unlike a vibrator but with added tongue. Elly's legs jerked but he was ready for that and ducked a little. 

He did, however, groan when she grasped desperately at his head, burying her fingers in his hair on the sides of the bun. Sure enough when he used his quirk again she tugged, and every pull went right to his lower belly in a delicious shock of pleasure. Encouraged, he moved faster, using her tightening grip on his hair to know when to back off to edge her gently from the brink of orgasm.

He soon decided she needed that release, however, and kept on until she grew louder. Elly's body convulsed, pleasure fluttering through her in waves as he alternated between licking and humming. He would tell her later she screamed his name, but she wouldn't remember. She couldn't recall anything but how sweetly <i>perfect</i> the release felt - and how it lingered after he gave her a final kiss and drew back.

"My <i>god</i>... H - Hih - Hi<i>zashi</i>."

"Yeah, babe." He splashed around until he was sitting beside her on another seat. "Better now?"

"<i>Yes</i>." She waited for her heart to stop racing, breathing slow and deep. "You - that was... you were amazing." 

"Aw." He coughed and dipped his head shyly.

"No, I'm seriously..." Elly stopped to gather her thoughts. "No man has <i>ever</i> made me feel the way you do. In every way."

"You make me feel special." Hizashi paused to reflect and added, "I usually get told lots of bad stuff about me. But you <i>like</i> all the parts of me." He placed his arms around her and both of them started giggling when they almost slipped back into the tub. 

"Whoops!"

"Erk!"

"Maaaayyybe we should get out of the tub."