Showdown at the Beach

"Showdown at the Beach"
orig. 05/23/2018

Shota Aizawa x Elly, adult *

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It was an outing of somewhat epic proportions. Many teachers and pro heroes had come for the training events, and at some point they had decided to go to the beach to relax. Since the students had also come, that means everyone was forced to ride along as chaperones, even those that may have preferred a nap instead.

"The only man that wears all-over covering... and black, to the beach." The Smile Hero, Ms. Joke, glanced over at the sullen lump of dark seated under an umbrella, snoring quietly to himself.

"He didn't see any reason to change." Elly stepped out from behind a gaggle of students with a towel draped over her shoulder. She smiled faintly at Aizawa and wondered if she could spread her towel next to him. The sun was warm, and she liked his scent. Her striped tail swished behind her as she strolled along the warm sand. She didn't know the green-haired woman very well, but she knew she made people laugh. That didn't sound too bad, and she could sure use some stress relief after working so hard for so long. Unfortunately, not knowing her meant she didn't yet understand her strange relationship with the reticent homeroom teacher.

"Marry me!" Joke crowed loudly, throwing herself in front of him.

"Get lost." He grunted implacably. His eyes remained closed.

"He'll come around eventually," Joke sighed. She shrugged and leaned back towards him. "You know you can't resist me, Eraser. We're going to have so many kids!"

Aizawa kept his eyes closed. What may - or may not have -- been a feigned snore was his only reply.

The lady was in front of Elly, blocking her path since the stream of kids on her other side seemed endless. "Ah... Ms. Joke?"

"Eh? Oh, Cheshire. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Elly glared at the green-haired woman but quickly shook herself into a milder expression when she realized she was doing it. She dragged a hand across her face and groaned. "I have to get out of here. For a minute."

Emi watched her leave. "Whaaaaat," she muttered. "I think I have a rival for your affections."

"You don't have my affections," he told her bluntly.

"I don't have a rival, either," she snorted, rolling her eyes. "You always act like you're not interested. In anyone." With that, she found a gang of kids she had taken a shine to from UA, and darted over to play some volleyball with them.

There had been nowhere for Elly to storm off to other than the gazebo, and she leaned next to it as people milled around outside and chatted on the seating within. She hadn't wanted to sulk in the bathroom, or go get anything to eat. Her stomach felt tied up in knots and she hated it. The UA Counselor was angry, embarrassed and sad about her feelings. She actually had a stupid crush on that scruffy, bleary eyed son of a bitch! It was bad enough admitting it to herself: she'd never tell him. She had been looking forward to this event, though. She had even picked out her bikini days in advance, hoping for an opportunity to flaunt her body, somehow daring to dream that he would care. Of course he wouldn't.

A cold burst suddenly struck her in the side. She shrieked and leaped, quickly rolling so she was in the cover of the planking she'd been brooding under. More wet splashed the wood but not her this time. She perked her ears forward, straining to peer around to see who had the audacity.

"You're not setting a good example for the students." Unbelievably, not only had he come after her but he was wearing only the bottom half of his clothing, and they were swim trunks! He also was sporting the biggest, brightest-colored water gun she had ever seen and as she stared he hit her again with a small squirt.

"What the hell, Eraser?!" She was more than angry this time and it showed; her fangs were bared, fists balled at her sides and her tail was fluffed out in all directions like she'd just had an electric shock. Which, in a way, the water had felt like.

"I thought this was how you trained cats," came his insolent reply.

"Bastard!"

"Heh." He aimed again and she whipped her towel in front of her like a shield. "You're not thinking straight," he chided.

"Ahh, shit." Her quirk. She looked quickly up, however, when she couldn't fade out and remained visible. "Damn it, Aizawa!"

Some of the people nearby were chuckling at this exchange, and an entire cluster of kids had stopped what they were doing to openly stare. He was using his own power, negating hers. This kept her visible so he could spray her for much longer, provided that she couldn't escape him on foot. The creepy grin on his face suggested he knew how events would turn out on the crowded beach, as she couldn't run two steps without smacking into someone.

"You can have one of these and we can fight it out equally."

"Really?" Distrustful, she slunk along low to the ground like the cat she was until she reached him, keeping a close eye on his trigger finger. He didn't move, just watched her with an amused look.

"Yes." He pointed at one laying on the ground nearby. Seeing as nothing was happening and other, more interesting things were going on elsewhere, the kids had dispersed again and no one was paying them any heed.

"You're going to burn, you know." She raised an eyebrow as she picked the other toy weapon up, indicating his pale skin.

He shrugged. "Used sunblock."

"Right." She stood and faced him, determined to soak the everloving shit out of the homeroom teacher. She had no idea what he thought he was doing, but imagined he was trying to teach the kids around him by mock-fighting her. It couldn't be Shota Aizawa being playful. She doubt he even knew how.

The impending battle was less climactic than she imagined. It almost seemed like he was letting her win, and this made her even more furious as she chased him down the beach. Elly didn't notice when they dashed by a volleyball match in full swing. It was the same one the green-haired woman had joined before. Joke's eyes shot open as she took in the unbelievable sight. She froze, mouth open, and got smacked in the chest with the ball for her inattention.

"Damn it, Eraser!" Elly was also so angry that she didn't notice he had led her to a small, forgotten alcove around a thin strip of water. People didn't come this way often since the beach got rockier and it was nicer to swim in the deeper waters. She stopped when she would have stubbed her toe on a large pebble, panting and dropping the gun. "You're letting me hit you!"

"Of course." He grinned impudently at her, his grey eyes so wide she could see the individual red streaks they were shot with. "Your gun was filled with something extra."

Her jaw dropped. "I thought it was just water!"

"You dropped your guard." He paused. "I let you think it was only water." She stomped a foot with a loud thump, unable to respond to this audacious comment. "Now, then." He stood, brushing off the droplets that trickled down his chest. "What to do with you." Elly stared dumbly at him as he sucked water off his fingertips. He mischievously held out his hand towards her and she caught wind of the minty scent before he was near. It might not be catnip, but fresh mint he bought from the lemonade stand worked just as well. Stepping forward, she caught a finger pad in her mouth and nibbled at it. He moved the hand and she went easily with it, not realizing until she bumped into his chest and he was inches from her face.

"You," was all she could gasp.

He responded with a shake of his head, his dark hair bobbing behind him in the loose tie he had wrapped it with. "Us," was all he said before he pressed his mouth on hers.

The kiss was what she had expected and that made it unbearable; she had thought reality would be worse, somehow, it had to be. There could be nothing like what her dreams had always been. There could be nothing so perfect, so electric with body-cramping desire. But his facial hair was soft, not scruffy, and his lips on hers were even more so. He didn't rush, either, waiting for her to open herself to him than forcing himself at her. When she did, licking her lips and opening them in invitation he slipped inside so sweetly, so delicately, that she went limp and would have fallen if his arms hadn't wrapped tightly around her. They kissed for a few moments, discarded water guns at their feet and a small puddle of liquid swirling about below. She lost herself in his scent that she loved - nothing like what it seemed given his disheveled appearance, but rather spicy, with an afterthought of musky cologne.

"Wrap yourself around me," she moaned.

"More?" He stepped forward, entwining their legs as well.

"Yes!"

"You really do want me," he laughed breathlessly.

"Shut up."

"Not when I know what you need." He ran a careful hand down her back and she shivered. He met her glazed eyes with a serious look and cupped his hand over a trembling buttock, squeezing lightly and moving up until he reached the base of her striped tail. His eyes widened when she clutched him as he smoothed the soft fur.

"Yes, Shota, yes." His first name burst out of her as she moaned without thought.

"Finally," he gasped.

"Damn it," she groaned. "My tail... wait, what do you mean, 'finally'?"

"Let's go someplace more private."

The implication was not lost on her. She inhaled sharply. "But, we need to guard the students..."

He waved a hand behind him. "There are more than enough pro heroes on the beach in safe ratios per student."

"Where could we go that's more private than here?"

"My place." He grinned.

"I don't know. I mean, if you mean..." She growled suddenly, irritated that he had changed the subject. "What did you mean by 'finally'?" She was prepared to repeat herself all day - that was an interesting slip of the tongue he'd made.

"Let's go," he whispered in her furry ear, "I settled things with the others for this." He caught her eyes again with his and pulled her as close as he could, intentionally rubbing a warm, hard, unmistakable lump on her thigh. "If you want this -" He lightly held her wrist in one hand and guided it to where his heart was beating rapidly in his lean, warm chest. " - all you have to do is say yes." Speechless for the second time that day, tears welled up in her eyes. He wiped them away with a weary sigh. "Either tell me or pull away and end this. I promise to do everything I can to you, for you, with you... if you want me."

She felt dizzy. His face remained deadpan, but the words he was speaking threw her mind into chaos. Her face burned, and all she could do was dumbly nod acquiescence as she slid her arms around his neck.

It wasn't enough for Aizawa.

"Ch'," he scoffed softly. "Tell me clearly, Ches, or I'm not going to do anything."

"Yeah," she sighed. "You're a good man, you know that? How about this, then." She lifted her head and kissed him full on the mouth, eyes staring into his. "I want you to make love to me, Shota."

He shuddered at hearing his name again. "I like when you call me that."

"S'your name," she giggled faintly.

"Yours is..." He frowned. "Can I call you 'Ches' instead? Your name sounds a lot like..."

"Ahhh." In his language, since L's and R's were swapped her name would sound exactly like his foster daughter. It was her turn to scrunch her face up even as she nodded. "Yes. I don't mind. But isn't she -"

"At school."

"Oh."

It took them very little time to gather their things and catch a bus back to his place. Aizawa was extremely practical and knew which routes were fastest at every hour of the day. She was not surprised, nor was she when she saw how spartan his apartment was. The only thing that livened it up was a door on one end of the hall with a sign that had kittens and glitter lavishly coated on it in Eri's name. She smiled briefly but didn't have time to wonder about who had made it. He wrapped an arm around her and picked her up, carrying her into the closest room.

It was more barren than the living area, with only a rumpled mess of floor bed and one dresser stuffed under a small window. Multiple small, easily recognizable bottles lined the top of the dark wood. She had thought he would have a futon, but it seemed he didn't care since he slept wherever he could. And for now it didn't matter as he was quiet, simply shedding his clothing until he was wearing the bathing suit only. Elly shrugged out of her shirt and jeans as well. They had seen each other at the beach, but he had apparently been holding back because as soon as she rid herself of the last bit of cover he was on top of her, pressing her back into the blankets. His mouth went for her neck first and she cried out as he sucked, bruising the skin.

"Sh - Shota! Everyone will see!"

"Yes." He nudged his knee gently at her thighs until they parted, then dropped his lower body onto her with a contented sigh.

She saw it was useless and tried thinking like he would. "You want people to see." He raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing. Instead, he busied himself with the knots on her bikini top. His fingers deftly unslipped the ties yet he paused when he was finished. Moving closer, he carefully caught the fabric with his teeth and dragged it free, staring into her eyes the whole time. He moved until he was upright, dropped it into one hand and threw it in the pile with their other clothing.

She closed her eyes to better feel his hands touch her all over. They were gentle, though he had a fondness for squeezing that took her breath away. She reached for him, placing a hand on his roughened elbow, then tracing all the scars on his upper chest and back she could find. When she reached lower, the breath whistled out of him and he bucked his hips.

"Damn," he groaned.

"Uh oh." She cupped a buttock and looked into his tired face. "Problem?"

"Yes, unless you have protection."

"Oh, shit." She turned bright red. "No, um. I didn't think..."

"Me, either." He slapped his forehead. "Ungh. Okay. I know what to do." He guided her hand to the waistband of his shorts. "Touch me a little, first. Want to feel your hands on me..."

Elly hooked her fingers in the swimsuit and pulled out, then down. He huffed with approval as this meant his erection didn't get stuck awkwardly in the fabric. His member was angled a little to the left, she noted affectionately, more flushed and plump at the tip. A thin vein pulsed along one side as she slid her fingers curiously along. Aizawa buried his head in her neck and made a sound like a low hiss, shaking with desire. "Yessss..."

Eventually he began kissing her neck, trailing his lips down past the mark he had made and back up to her mouth. They kissed passionately for a long while, his fingers stroking along the bottom of her bikini.

"Shota," she whispered, and he tugged them down without a word. "Mnn, Shota, what are you going to do?"

He licked his lips, rising himself from their tangled arms and legs. "Raise your hips a bit." She did, and he firmly took hold of himself and placed his length with utmost care along her warm, wet sex. "Don't move," he cautioned her seriously. "I'm gonna move, just not inside."

Elly was skeptical, but the electric thrill as his hardness rubbed her most sensitive area was more than she expected. She moaned and flopped back onto the sheets. His breathing quickened as he kept a slow, steady pace, carefully rubbing without entering her body. His firm length felt wonderful and she wished they could do more. In fact, as his strokes quickened her pleasure grew so much she forgot herself.

"Shota, puh - please! I want you inside me!"

"Too risky," he panted. "I want..." He groaned as her nails scratched his back. "Ches, I want it too. It's better if we wait." He cursed himself again for not thinking of buying condoms before they arrived here. He'd been too excited and forgot. "Later," he promised instead, planting a kiss on her furrowed brow. "Stay the night with me. Then... later."

She whimpered, squeezing him around his waist. "Yes!"

"Ah - ha... good." He let out a huge rush of air. "Yes, stay." For reasons he couldn't explain, his chest suddenly felt very tight and his right eye tickled. Aizawa squinted and brushed at it, blinking when it came away with moisture.

Shit.

He wanted her to stay.

More importantly, he wanted her to never leave him.

He was in love.

"Coming," he choked, the eruption happening as his realization struck, so suddenly and so strong it shocked him. Hurriedly grabbing a piece of bedsheet, he pulled a corner up so he wouldn't splash all over her. He was pleased to note she was calling his name at the same time and closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment. When he came to he folded the sheet up and pulled it aside. That was definitely going in the wash. Elly smiled and beckoned for him to lay beside her, which he gladly did.

"That was nice," she purred.

"Ha." He wrapped one arm low around her waist and pulled her into the curve of his body.

"Hmm. Quick nap before we go out?"

"Mm hmm." He yawned and she laughed quietly to herself.

"Alright then, Sho, what were you thinking when you said 'finally' before?"

He grunted, then stretched. "'A cat likes me,'" he answered shortly.

"A cat."

He turned his face away, blushing but looking pissed off as hell. "Happy?"

"Likes you."

"Yes."

She smiled sweetly and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. "I hope you're a responsible pet owner, then," she chuckled.

"I'm always responsible." He sounded offended, but she saw the smile touch his lips.