You stay like that for a few hours, laying naked in each other arms as you rest. After a while, you get up and shower together, his hands on your body as you try to wash yourself. "Shota... I can't get clean if you are distracting me," you giggle.

He turns you around and pushes you against the wall. He grabs your face and smirks. "Then let me distract you first," he whispers. He kisses you passionately and holds you tightly. He grinds into you, his cock rubbing your clit.

"Shota," you breathe.

"Do you know how many times I jacked off in the fucking shower thinking about you?" He growls. Your eyes widen, and you moan as he grabs your leg, lifting it. "The first few times, I was hoping it would get rid of the urge... but it only made it worse," he mumbles.

"The urge to what?" You moan as his lips move all over your neck.

"The urge to fuck you so hard you screamed. I wanted to ruin you... those fucking cat ears drove me insane. I felt like I couldn't breathe," he coos.

"Shota...please," you moan, feeling his cock these your cunt.

"I kept picturing you on your knees, those cute little ears on your head, and my cock in your mouth," he whispers.

You moan and claw at his back as he bites your neck. "Fuck me...please," you moan. He groans and grabs his cock, pushing into slowly. He looks at you and kisses you passionately. Holding his cock deep inside of you.

"Fuck...good girl," he mumbles.

"Shota... please... please...." You moan. He can't even hear your soft whimpers for him to move; his head is lost in how good you feel around him. Your chest moves up and down, desperation for stimulation runs through your body. Your eyes narrow, and you grab his face. His eyes widen as he looks at you.

"Be a good boy and fuck me before I punish you," you snap. His cock twitches inside of you. "Do you wanna be a good boy for me, Shota?" You whisper.

He nods quickly. "Yes.. yes, fuck," he says softly. He starts to thrust into you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him.

"Good boy...fuck...faster, baby," you moan. He lifts you, pressing your body against the wall, his hands squeezing your legs tightly as he moves faster.

"Fuck... god, you feel so good," he groans. You kiss him, holding him tightly.

"You're such a good boy, Shota... fuck... right there... fuck... Shota...fuck..." you moan, your head going back against the wall. His eyes flicker as he watches you build higher and higher as he fucks into you.

"Please, cum for me... wanna be a good boy for you... please," he groans.

"So good...fuck...Shota!" You moan and scratch his arm as you cum. He groans, feeling how tight your cunt squeezes him. He picks up the pace, his head cloudy with pleasure.

"Fuck, I love you... love you so much... fuck, fuck, fuck!" He groans as his hips still, and he cuts inside of you, panting heavily. He holds you close, placing soft kisses on your neck and muttering sweet thank yous.

He looks at you, both of you smiling softly. "Let's get away for a little bit," he says.

"Shota..."

"We can take the kids and just go to our house. Just this weekend. They need it, and so do we," he says.

"Shota, that would be wonderful, but who would stay here with the rest of the class?" You ask softly.

"We can ask Griffin and Hawks. She won't turn you down, and it at least brings her home for a weekend. For extra protection, we can ask Via if she wants to come with us. I'm sure she and Shoto would love to go see Touya together," Aizawa says.

"I don't know...."

"Please, baby. The kids need it, and so do we... we need to spend time as a family... if I'm honest, I don't really know how much we have left," he shrugs. You sigh, knowing it's true.

"Ok..." you say softly.

He smiles and kisses you. "We're gonna have a great time," he smiles.

You both finish showering, and you sit on the bed calling Griffin. "Hi, hello, how are ya?" She says cheerfully.

"Better if you were here... I have a favor to ask of you," you say softly.

"What's up, buttercup?"

"I need you to come to watch class 1-A with Keigo this weekend," you say.

"Sure! I can do that. Ummm, yeah! No problem! Hey, I've got to go... I'll see you Friday!" She hangs up before you can respond. You sigh and close your eyes, trying not to worry too much.

Griffin slips her phone in her pocket and looks down at the man she is choking with her tail. "Name. Now," she growls.

"I....Don't.....know.... It....." He spits.

"What part of don't lie to me did you not see to understand? Just give me his name, and you live," she sighs.

"Agura....his name....is Agura Hisaki...." He chokes out.

"Perfect! Aww, see, that wasn't that hard!" She smiles. She snaps his neck and drops his limp body to the ground.

"If you answered the first time I asked, you'd still be alive. Better luck next time!" She giggles and walks away, humming softly to herself.

She gets back to her motel and sighs, seeing Keigo standing outside of her door. "I'm guessing Y/N called you about our babysitting duties?" She asks.

"She did. But I'm not here for that," he says.

"Then can you move, please? I'd like to go inside and take a shower," She asks, rubbing her shoulder.

"No. We need to talk," he says sternly.

"Yeah, what about?" She asks. He walks towards her and places his feather around her neck again. She grumbles. "Look, birdie..."

"No, you look. You take this shit off again, and I won't be as calm. Do not fucking take it off," he snaps.

Her eyes widen, and she looks at him, her tail swishing back and forth. "Or what?" She scoffs.

He grabs the chain of the necklace and pulls her close to him. "Or you are really going to regret taking it off. Do you understand me?" His voice is deep and commanding.

Her ears fold down, and her tail drops. She nods a little, casting her eyes down. "Yes..." she mumbles.

"Good. I'll see you Friday... and whatever shit you're doing that's causing you this much pain... you better stop," he says sternly. He lets go of the necklace and walks away, taking off into the air. She turns and looks at him, her ears still folded down. She walks into her hotel room and covers her face as her cheeks flush.

Keigo lands on top of a building, his heart pounding in his chest. He covers his face as his face turns red and takes a deep breath.