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neopuppy · 1 year

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I Hit It Like It’s All Mine (M)

pairing. Johnny x female reader

genre. best friends step-mom AU, besties johnjae, college graduate Johnny, pwp, M/F

warnings. profanity, infidelity, y/n is older than Johnny, alcohol mentioned, teasing, overstimulation, breeding kink, rough & unprotected sex, degradation/praise. idk ily Johnny.

wc. 10k

now playing. All Mine//Plaza

Week 1

“Oh,” Jaehyun slams down on the brakes, speaking over the rubble of rocks and engine shutting off. “I should probably mention something important about my step-mom.”

Johnny lets out a confused laugh, pushing his sunglasses up to headband the mess speeding down the coast made of his long locks. “Gee, we’ve been flying and driving for how many hours now? Suddenly you decide this important information is something you need to tell me right before I meet her for the first time?”

Jaehyun shrugs, running a hand through his hair full of mucky sea breeze. “Didn’t want you to hound me about this on the way, I know how you are.”

“I know how you are as well, Jeong Jaehyun.”

“When we’re home, I prefer Jeffrey, dude.” His best friend sneers, exiting the convertible he had to beg his dad to let him rent for a few weeks while vacationing at their beach house.

“Sure Jeff, now please, spare me the details and catch me up on this vital info before I have to pretend your dad isn’t a complete dick with an amazing pool and view of the beach for the next three weeks.” Johnny chides, hauling out a surfboard from the backseat.

“Right right, well my step-mom,” Jaehyun feigns a lack of interest, pulling a trucker hat on to tame his unruly hair. “She’s hot, like.. like she’s really really hot.”

Johnny has to laugh, pausing with a crease between his eyebrows. “You dirty fucking pervert.”

Jaehyun gives him a look, lips tugged back in a way he only displays when he wants to be taken serious. “I’m being real right now man, she’s like..”

Scratching at the back of his neck, Jaehyun’s shoulders slouch, shaking his head at his best friend. “Just be careful dude.”

“Jaehyun—Jeffrey, whatever, what the fuck dude?” Johnny’s face furrows, following after his friend to enter through the back of the house. “You think I’m gonna try to fuck your step-mom or some shit?”

Jaehyun spares him an annoyed look, tossing his backpack onto his bed before flopping onto his stomach with a groan. “Yeah, I think you’re going to try and fuck my step-mom.”

“Have some faith in me dude,” Johnny bristles, lugging his belongings into his best friend's summertime bedroom he hasn’t seen in years. “Should let me sleep on the floor still, you know whenever we come back too late. Don’t want your sexy step-mom finding me drunk off my ass in the hallway— I’m irresistible, you know?”

“Yeah, you really had no reason to keep growing past 5’10. Thanks for leaving me behind, good looking out as always.” Jaehyun grumbles, perching his chin onto his forearm uncomfortably as memories flash across the backs of his eyelids. The last time he’d asked his friend to not fuck a girl had been Senior year of high school, and that didn’t end well for him.

Jaehyun’s throat clears, sitting up with the sudden urge to down a gallon of water. “Remember Sabrina? That transfer I had uh— a thing for our last year of high school?”

Johnny snorts, fingering a polaroid of his teenage-self between two digits. “You mean that blonde you had a fat crush on? Yeah, of course I remember her… great legs.”

“I thought so.” Jaehyun sighs, eyeing his best friend with a scheming gaze. “Whatever happens, I just don’t want to find out. Alright?”

“Dude chill,” Johnny rolls his eyes, opening up the walk-in closet he spent a few blurry nights passed out in. “Let’s get a quick swim in before the sun goes down, yeah?”

Jaehyun lets out an exhausted grunt, muffled and distant, burying his face deeper into freshly laundered bedsheets. “Pass.”

“Boo, you whore.” Johnny jeers, stripping down to nothing as he fiddles with different pairs of swim trunks in search of his size. “Have to make the best of every day here.”

Without bothering to waste more time, he shuffles into much too small flip flops to avoid unpacking his belongings. “I’ll be back.” Cracking a beach towel across Jaehyun’s back, Johnny lightly jogs back out the way they entered, sighing in relief as cool thick air flows across his skin.

Something about summers at the beach growing up always brought comfort back when he needed it. Trudging through the sand with a towel slung over his shoulder, Johnny smiled watching his toes get lost in the midst of granules, chalked up by the residue painting it’s way up past his ankles the more he kicked through. His grin only grew wider when he lifted his gaze to peer around the expanse of space still filled with locals, vacationers, bums and best of all— girls sliding their frames down for a better look at him.

Johnny laid out his towel near the water, just close enough to run in and dose himself in salty waves within seconds, but to avoid any possible high-tide crashing beyond his feet. Letting out a loud obnoxious yawn, he stretches out, allowing the sunglasses holding back his hair to fall into place and shield his eyes. It felt nice to lean back, purposely flexing his stomach muscles under the low sunlight and picking up the whispered hush of gasps and girlish vocals asking ‘who is he?’

Scratching under his chin, he glances around casually, tinted shades disclose well enough to admire oiled up bottoms basking in the sun. If all goes right, he should be getting his dick wet at least five times a week while staying out here. That should be a good enough way to melt off the weight of pre-med stress. Johnny’s tongue clicks, reminding himself to stop thinking about school. The future doesn’t matter right now, his decision to spend a large portion of break with Jaehyun boiled down to one thing and one thing only: getting laid.

‘California girls,’ Jaehyun sang, winking at his friend as he coerced him to purchase his flight. ‘They’re unforgettable.’

Johnny scoffs a bit at the memory, internally nodding as he takes in breasts bouncing beneath barely there bikini tops. He has a point, or Katy Perry did, whoever the hell sang that song. Nights fucking under lifeguard towers, running into the ocean butt naked under nothing but moonlight, slurping melted ice cream off dips and crevices sugary sticky syrup should never be. After months bundled up under thick layers and jackets with his face buried in research papers and endless cups of black coffee, he needed this more than ever. Jaehyun could tell, leave it to his best friend to know what's best for him.

Johnny decides it’s time for a quick swim, shoving up and dusting off sand from his backside, he strolls ahead pausing in his tracks when he sees something that catches his attention.

“My board?”

Johnny squints and shakes his head, blinded by sun cascading behind the figure sitting on top of the familiar surfboard. Turning his foot he moves closer for a better look, jaw loosening as the bright shadow diminishes, unveiling skin… tons of skin. His lip curls, noting the letter ‘J’ he etched into the edge of the board when he was 15, his board, not Jaehyun’s.

‘What difference does it make if I use your board or not?’

‘This is my baby, you can’t ride my baby.’ Johnny said, smoothing a wax down the body of wood with a rag. ‘How would you feel if another man was out there riding your girl?’

Jaehyun sneered, kicking sand at his best friend. ‘How many times have I asked you to not ride my girl and you do it anyway?’

‘Fine,’ Johnny scooped out his pocket knife, digging the sharp edge of it into the wood to carve out his initial. ‘This way, everyone knows who she belongs to.’

Jaehyun leaned over watching as the taller smirked proudly, breaking into a boisterous laugh. ‘You idiot, both of our names start with J.’

Johnny watched Jaehyun fall back into the sand clutching his stomach, twisting his mouth to the side because he just branded his baby for no good reason.

‘Ugh, just stay off my board dude!’

“The fuck..” Johnny watches intently as you emerge from the water, obscene droplets of water rolling off your thighs. “Nice board.”

He speaks before registering how close he’s come to stand near you, catching splashes of your hair across his chest as you wring out the sea water. “Thanks.”

Johnny wants to scoff, too caught up in the way you drop his beloved surfboard down by your feet carelessly. He wants to give you attitude, raises his voice at you for handling his baby so poorly, but he can’t, he can’t with his tongue hanging from his mouth like a thirsty dog.

“You’re beautiful.” His mouth feels dry already, swallowing mucky air down as he takes in your form and wonders how you managed to surf his board in that tiny string bikini leaving barely anything to imagine.

“Thanks.”

Again, you sound bored, not even sparing him a glance while throwing your hair around to air dry, and Johnny thinks it’s amusing. More amusing than any of the girl’s lined down the beach desperate for him to approach them instead.

“That board is a little too big for you, don’t you think?” Johnny cocks an eyebrow, head tilted to the side, tongue rimming his bottom lip to add action behind his condescending tone. “Just started surfing yesterday or something?”

“Hah..” finally you look at him, moreso glare at him, an equally snarky expression to match his written across your face. “What makes you think I can’t handle a board this big?”

Johnny pauses, taking in your features from the confidence in your gaze to your unblemished skin and lips that would look perfect struggling around his cock, and he thinks you’d be fun to ruin. Already dreaming of the hundreds of ways he could erase that cockyness from your pretty face. “You don’t really look like you can handle riding one that size.”

Clearing your throat, you bend over, ensuring a perfect view of your bottom perched between lycra cloth squeezing the fleshy meat out enticingly. Lifting the board under your arm with ease and a flip of your hair. “Now why would a little boy like you think you have a damn clue what I can handle?”

Johnny trails by your side, scrunching his eyebrows when you call him a little boy. “I’m 6’1!”

“No shit,” smiling, you brush him off with a wave of your hand. “Now shoo! Go find someone closer to your age to bother.”

“My age??” Johnny guffaws, too immersed in the way you’re dismissing him to even notice the direction you’re headed. “Uh, in case it’s not obvious— we’re definitely like the same age?”

“Doubt it.” Spinning quickly, you nearly knock him off his feet with a fierce hit from the tip of your surfboard. “Now go play with your toys before I call security and tell them you’ve lost your mommy.”

“I’m twenty-seven!” Johnny splutters, telling himself to ignore the coil in his gut lighting up from your threat. “And that’s my board!”

Akin to a petulant child, he reaches to grip around the wooden body to drag it free from your hold. The two of you going back and forth in a match of tug-o-war for no more than a minute between huffs and puffs and shrieks of ‘let go! I’m calling security!’ before the deep shout of his name distracts him enough to abruptly release his hold and send you crashing into the sand flat on your ass.

“Dude! Johnny what the hell!” Jaehyun runs from the front of his dad’s house, jumping over the pebbles lining the pathway of sand leading to the entrance. Hurling into his friend's chest, he knocks the wind out of Johnny and reaches to help you up, blabbering apologetically as the surfboard lays near you unceremoniously.

“Jaehyun?” You ask, latching onto his forearm to stand up and brush sand off your damp backside. “I thought you were coming in later?”

“Huh?” Johnny(ready to pounce on his friend) pauses and looks between the two of you, slowly glancing around in realization that you’ve walked up to his home for the next few weeks.

Jaehyun explains they ended up catching an earlier flight and hit no traffic, apologizing for being forgetful and not informing you ahead of time. “This..”

He points to the tall brunette that followed you home, letting out a disappointed sigh. “This is Johnny.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun nods, motioning between the two of you. “And this— is my step-mom.”

“Oh.” Johnny gulps, convincing himself that his cheeks are burning because of the warmth from the sun and not because of embarrassment, no, not because Jaehyun was right.

“See how I was right,” his friend leans in to mumble, patting Johnny on the shoulder. “Sorry if he was already bothering you.”

“Ahh, it’s okay. I think we got off on the wrong foot.” You say, pulling the board back up and tracing the carving. “I assumed this was Jaehyun’s before, my mistake.”

Jaehyun chuckles, nudging into Johnny’s side. “You see how that made no difference.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles under his breath, following the two of you inside, not without wiping off your limbs near the entrance. Quickly pulling on a too big zip up jacket to cover up in front of your new house guests.

“I had your dad’s assistant buy some of your favorites.” You call out, moving to the kitchen for a glass of water. “Fully stocked the fridge with cold brew and those Celsius drinks you like.”

Johnny follows behind, keeping his gaze set on the floor in hopes you’ll forget his lame attempt at flirting just minutes ago. “Don’t know what your friend likes, but we can order food if you guys are hungry?”

Jaehyun shrugs, grabbing two water bottles. “Sounds good, we aren’t picky. Whatever you want to eat we’ll be fine with.”

“Burritos?” You ask between sips of water, flicking to look between the two for approval. Jaehyun nods with a thumbs up, sliding one of the bottles in front of Johnny.

“Sounds yum.”

“Great!” Bouncing onto your toes you place an order on your phone and ask for Jaehyun to keep an ear open for the doorbell. “I’m gonna hop in the shower and rinse off real fast, feel free to get comfortable. The guest rooms all cleaned up and ready for you as well.”

Smiling in Johnny’s direction on your way out of the kitchen, you add a wink, as if to reassure him that you won’t bring up your beach banter again.

Jaehyun waits until he can hear the water running from your bathroom shower, breathily laughing and relaxing back into the chair near his friend's side. “You were trying to fuck her, weren’t you?”

“She had my board.” Johnny says, pretending to care more about scratching off the label on the water bottle melting in his palm.

“And you were trying to fuck her because of that?”

Johnny’s jaw clenches, ripping off the label and crumbling the paper between his fingers. “Just wanted to know why she had my board… She called me a little boy.”

Jaehyun laughs, knowing that must have pushed some buttons. “She’s older than us, not by much but.. surprisingly my dad actually remarried someone older than me.”

Johnny hums, taking a long swig from the bottle to woosh around his tongue. Mouth still dry from embarrassing himself. “So that’s your step-mom.”

“Yup.” Jaehyun’s lips smack, popping as the ‘P’ rolls off his tongue. “By the way, my dad won’t be around, some business deal in Dubai for the next few weeks.. Old bastard didn’t even bother to mention it. He’s already sky-high with his feet kicked up in Emirates first class.”

“So..” Johnny nods, playing with the bottle cap nervously. “It’s just the three of us.”

Jaehyun sighs, crushing up his empty bottle. “Yeah. It’s just the three of us.”

Meeting his best friend’s gaze, a silent exchange of words passes between the two. The small raise in Jaehyun’s eyebrow let Johnny know his thoughts without saying anything.

“I don’t want to know anything.” Jaehyun repeats quietly, getting up at the sound of the doorbell.

Johnny’s lips purse, hunching over onto the counter in thought. Maybe his original summer plans needed a few alterations, tapping the tips of his fingers against the marble counter, he wondered how much talk you were.

One way to find out.

Week 2

Paint fumes spill through the air conditioning vent, penetrating the guest rooms walls much too early to make sense. Johnny sniffs, squinting and groaning as his knuckles drag across his eyelids and he kicks at the sheet covering his lower half. “Fuck is that?”

It hasn’t been the most peaceful week, not quite, his own words of having to make use of each day coming back to bite him in the ass as Jaehyun shouted at him to get ready for another long night of bar hopping and club after club. Johnny realized after the second day of slamming shots that while his 22 year old self would have laughed at him, his present day self was in need of a porcelain bowl to drown his night of fun inside of.

“Ugh, I’m gonna throw up,” he mutters to himself, rolling side to side in bed miserably. The strong scent of paint more acidic than it should be as it mixed with vile poison left in his system from last night.

“That’s because you won’t eat greasy food after drinking dumbass.” Jaehyun says by his bedroom door with shades on inside and a cold brew in hand. “Mr. Healthy would rather suffer and stick to his diet.”

“Ughh.” Johnny fails to chuck a pillow at his friend, mumbling a string of curses.

“I left some medicine and orange juice on the nightstand.” Jaehyun lets him know. “Already ate breakfast, need fresh air, gonna take a stroll down to the pier. You coming?”

Johnny doesn’t bother to grace him with a real response, waving an arm behind to signal for him to go away. The other snorts, mumbling a ‘weak ass’ under his breath before exiting.

Minutes pass before he finally forces himself to crawl off the bed, dragging the sheet wrapped around his hip off as he scatters to collect the anti-nausea pills and cup of pulp-free OJ, that good rich people OJ from Whole Foods, he thinks. Typical Jeong household, nothing but the best.

Johnny slumps against the bed watching the room spin for a minute in an attempt to recall what happened last night.

‘Shots! Shots! Shots!’ Jaehyun kept howling in his ear, slamming wads of fifty dollar bills down on the bar as he ordered another round. ‘Who wants to do body shots!!’

Johnny sighs, having forgotten what a woo woo party girl his best friend could turn into after cracking open a bottle of Tequila. This is Jaehyun’s influence, egging him on with a whispered ‘pussy’ in his ear as he stared at the round of clear vengeful liquid ready to burn his esophagus. “Damn you Jeff.”

Another whiff of paint has chunks rising up his throat, charging up to the nearest bathroom to release the blacked out memories of last night. Johnny splashes his face, rinsing his mouth thoroughly until his teeth slick right off his tongue, shining pearly whites and burning from the amount of mouthwash he gargles to remove the taste. “No more drinking, you’re not 21 anymore.”

Stepping into the hallway, Johnny squints from the smell of paint growing stronger, following the trace of it down the hall to an open door where you bounce about barefoot in a pair of dirtied overalls and what looks like a bikini top. This one less revealing than the others you’ve sported around the house this week.

Johnny did his best to not stare, maybe, he could do better. Even now as he rests against the door frame and follows your every move mixing different paints together, he can’t resist eyeing the dips in your back whenever you shift slightly. He can’t help but imagine how nice his hands could look placed around your carved in waist, gripped between his digits as he holds you down and fucks you until you’re screaming out for him to slow down.

“It’s rude to stare, especially unannounced.” You say without turning to look at him, noting his presence from the sound of light footsteps ending by the door.

“Sorry,” Johnny apologizes, voice coated in heavy drowsiness. “I didn’t know that you paint, I mean..”

“Why would you, right? It’s a hobby,” you explain, stroking a wide brush across a black and grayed canvas. “Mr. Jeong didn’t want me to get bored when he’s away, can’t have a bored housewife.”

“You seem to stay pretty occupied..” Johnny thinks out-loud. If you weren’t stealing his surfboard, you seemed to be running off to some pilates class, or to get your nails done, something about a Erewhon market to grab an overpriced smoothie. Living that Tiktok life according to Jaehyun. “You’ve been painting for a while?”

Johnny enters to look around at what he assumes are completed canvases perched against a wall to dry by an uncovered window. “You’re pretty good.”

“Thanks.”

Something about the way you seem unimpressed by him and always reply to his flattery in the same monotone uninterested way tickles him more than it should. Johnny can’t even say he’s caught your eyes lingering on him once yet.

“Shouldn’t you be out with Jaehyun?” You ask, following the movements by your side from the corner of your eye. Johnny’s shirtless, of course, barefoot in nothing but the boxers he probably fell asleep in last night.

“We aren’t attached at the hip.” Johnny shrugs, pretending to seem interested in the tubes and cans of paints scattered near your feet. Squatting down, he looks through the ingredients wondering if you should really be in here inhaling this stuff. “Also, I can’t hang the same way I used to. Age is finally catching up to me I guess.”

“You’re a child.” You scowl, turning to look down at his messy head of hair. “Stop speaking as if you’ve lived 50 years on earth.”

“A child??” Johnny shoots up straight, standing tall in all his half-naked glory. “You’re only a few years older than me!”

“I could be your—“

“You could not.” He interrupts, smirking full of arrogance that only a 20-something year old could possess. “You could be Mr. Jeong’s daughter though.”

“Possibly.”

Johnny’s surprised you garner him with a response, expecting his message to go ignored. Of course he’d dropped hints about the age difference between you and your husband, occasionally mentioning how even if he’s home you must not feel a difference. Pushing it further by joking around if the old man can even get it up anymore.

“Is that what you’re into?” Johnny crosses his arms, leaning back on a wall in front of your painting set-up. “Wrinkled and shriveled?”

“Is that the way a pre-med student should be speaking about his future patients?” Clicking your tongue, you return to your work, not wanting to fall for the game Johnny’s been trying to involve you in since arriving.

“I’ll be starting my residency soon.” Johnny corrects you, counting the different tones of paint splatter on your overalls. “This might be one of my last summers to fuck around, you know.. mess up a few last times.”

“Sounds like you’ve been messing up nearly every night.” You smirk, lifting an arched brow at him. The parade of different girls walking in and out of your house hasn’t gone unnoticed despite Jaehyun’s best efforts to be discreet about it, neither has their obnoxiously loud moans and screams while getting plowed in your guest room.

“Not quite the mess up I’ve been dreaming about.” Johnny says confidently, studying the small changes in your expression this up-close. Between you running around to complete your errands and Jaehyun cock-blocking him, he hasn’t had the easiest time to pick up on your mannerisms. Barely able to lock eyes with you long enough to maintain eye contact with the way you nonchalantly carry on avoiding him, make him feel invisible.

“Imagine if your mother knew of these things you dream about.” You say, peering over the canvas to find Johnny’s honey gaze. “You think she would approve of this behavior?”

“Not at all.” Johnny’s quick to say, pushing off the wall. “But she’s not here, is she?”

“Unfortunately.”

Johnny doesn’t fail to notice the second too long you take to look away from his chest, moving to stand by your canvas with his boxers hung low enough to show off the sharp edges of his jutted hip bones, he flexes intentionally, stretching his waist side to side for his stomach muscles to convulse. The way they would convulse when..

“Do you think I’m a bad boy?” He whispers, as if you aren’t home alone, because he knows that secrets should stay quiet.

“I think you are mentally a young boy, a young boy afraid of your last days of youth slipping through your fingers.” You know Johnny feeds off your attention, casually side-swiping him and refocusing on your painting despite his best efforts to show off his great physique.

“Perhaps.” He shrugs, looping a hand around your wrist gently to tug your brush onto the smooth flat planes of his abdominal muscles. “But I want to grow up, I wanna show you what a man I can be.”

Johnny speaks between bated breath, sweeping the deep red paint up and down the indent of definition lining his stomach.

“What makes you think I want to know what a man you can be?” Words feel heavy sliding off your tongue, dipping the paint brush lower into his twitching navel, blood red trickles down rolling past the scrunched waistband of his bottoms.

“Because, you can handle big things.” Johnny retorts, tilting his head to one side. “At least, that’s what you claim, I’ve yet to see it proven myself though.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to prove that to you?” arching back your neck to push your chin forward, you have to look up at Johnny, brushing past his waistband to press the bristles of your mostly dried brush against the bulge that’s formed between his hips.

Johnny’s throat bounces, swallowing behind his pursed lips from the stiff itchy friction pushing through the thin cotton fabric covering his groin. Instinctively canting his hips forward in search of more, he has to resist the urge to look down. Grinding the backs of his teeth together as he watches your face lacking any sign of weakness. “Let me fuck you.”

“Spoken like a true bratty child.” You snicker, trailing the tips of your manicured nails down the side of his twitching abdomen. “I’m a married woman.”

“Means nothing to me,” Johnny lilts, throbbing between his thighs from the rough manner you continue to dig into his crotch. “Besides that, I haven't seen you wear a ring.”

“Ah, and you would know, given all the time you spend staring at me.” You say, digging your freshly done nails into the lines of muscles covered in paint. “You think I’m playing some game with you, don’t you? Such a little boy.”

“Maybe.” Johnny’s throat tightens, swallowing the wad of saliva that’s gathered at the back of his mouth. “I find it hard to believe you seriously married Jihoon.. of all people to waste your youth on.”

“Marriage isn’t as simple as you’re making it.” You whisper, tracing one of his hips with the smooth pads of your fingers. “It’s not a waste if you get something worth it out of it.”

“Hmm,” Johnny blows a long breath out, head drooping to concentrate on the brush jabbing at his hardened size. “I’m not oblivious, I understand that much, but what I also know for a fact is that there is no way Mr. Jeong can fuck you the way you deserve.”

“Deserve?” A smile creeps across your lips at that, pinching the fabric of his ruined boxers between your grip to tug lower and unveil where tanned skin meets lines of paleness protected by his swim trunks. “How exactly do I deserve to be fucked?”

Johnny tips forward, nudging his forehead against yours. “Wanna find out?”

“I’d love to find out.” Tossing the paint brush aside your mouth draws out an ‘Ooo’ feeling up his covered size with a push of your palm against his groin. “I don’t believe that you are going to be the one that shows me.”

“You want it?” Johnny’s tongue feels heavier with each press of your palm against the underside of his length, sucking his plump bottom lip under his teeth to suppress a groan.

“You’re asking me to cheat on my husband?”

“I’m asking you to let me fuck you.” Johnny says falling into a deep vibrato. His patience wears thinner with each teasing touch, a few steps closer is all it takes to press you against a wall, arms lifted above your head to leave you feeling caged in. “If I fuck you once, I promise that I’ll have you begging to be mine.”

“What makes you think I want to be yours?” Clasping your fist around his cock, you squeeze the fabric against his shape, pushing one of your thighs between his. “You’re the one begging to fuck me.”

“That’s what you want?” Johnny’s eyes flutter shut, not even trying to hide how aroused he is as he clamps around your thigh, hips jerking forward to fuck into your palm. “I’ll beg all you want— fuck, I’ll get on my knees. I’ll do anything, whatever you want.. just tell me. Tell me what to do.”

Johnny slumps more, catching a moan on your shoulder as his tongue begins to lick at your skin, sweet skin he could devour right now if you’d just let him. “Please, need to fuck you so bad.”

The back of your head knocks against the wall, stroking faster along his length throbbing thick and hot in your grasp. “Fuck..”

Johnny bites down on your shoulder, jerkily thrusting into your palm with three messy strokes, a broken shout lost behind the bite as his teeth bury in hard enough to break skin.

“Johnny!” Hissing, you reach for his hair, using the dried paint on his stomach to clean off the cum seeping from his boxers onto the back of your hand. “That hurts!”

He apologizes weakly, lapping at the fresh teeth marks left behind. Hot breath panting along your throat as he recovers and comes down. “Sorry… really sorry.”

“Think you can fuck me like I deserve?” You say, twisting chunks of his hair between your digits. “You just came from a few touches, kid.”

“I can..” Johnny’s head hangs shamefully, chewing at the insides of his cheeks feeling embarrassed yet again. “I can..”

“Yeah yeah, you need to go clean off.” shoving at his chest you nod to the door. “Don’t get paint all over my bathroom.”

“That’s seriously never happened to me before..” Johnny whispers, more to himself, rubbing at the back of his neck in disbelief.

“Not surprised.”

“Why?” He squints, taking in the sly smile lifting one of your cheeks.

“Little boys tend to be overzealous.” Patting his cheek, you nod to the door again. “Go.”

Johnny has to bite his tongue to stop himself from begging to fuck you one more time, nodding and bowing as he accepts the loss.

Maybe you were right.

Maybe you had him all figured out, Johnny contemplates, scrubbing the paint from his stomach under the stream of hot water hitting his skin, leaving behind pelts from the boiling temperature he’s set it at. A cold shower would have been for the best, especially now as he lathers up your body wash onto a cloth. The scent that clung to your skin still stuck to the backs of his teeth.

Fuck, I’m an idiot.

He sighs, dropping his head to rest on the shower tiles as his fist wraps the cloth around his length, half mass already just from the intoxicating scent of your steaming around his skull.

You never said no, and that’s enough to shoot dopamine through his veins, jolting his hips up as he turns and fucks faster into his palm; eyeing the red stained water swivel it’s way down the drain.

One way or another, Johnny was set to have his way with you. No married woman jerks off another man besides her husband willingly like that.

Shouting between gritted teeth he watches release mix in with the red, more than determined to paint your insides the same way and make you regret toying with him.

Week 3

‘Headed out to meet the girl from the party last night. Probably won’t be back until late. Stay out of trouble will you?’

Johnny’s eyes squint, rubbing his forehead to will away the nasty lingering sensation of a hangover attempting to ruin his morning. Groaning, he lowers the brightness on his phone screen to give his friends message a thumbs up, that should be enough of a response.

Trouble is the last thing he wants right now, bending over to roll his forehead against the marble kitchen tile, he groans wondering if that party was even worth it.

It wasn’t.

Not really, not when all he could think about while different girls approached him with high hopes of hooking up was the pretty desperate housewife home all alone..

“Johnny?”

Trouble called for him, slowly pushing himself to stand straight and swallow down the breeze of salty beach air entering from the sliding door he’d opened earlier, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand; pushing a mess of highlighted brown locks away from his face before forcing a smile to greet you.

“Morning!” His teeth chattered together upon finding your concerned gaze, blinking to disguise the quick scan of your figure covered by nothing but a thin baby pink negligee.

“Morning..” You say softly, slowly tip-toeing closer to the end of the kitchen counter he’s gripping onto to stop himself from keeling over. “You guys must have had fun last night?”

Johnny nods, adding a bored shrug. “Nothing amazing, I was just about to go for a run along the beach. Need some fresh air to blow away the remnants.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Bumping into his side to examine his face up-close, your tongue clicks, raising your fingers to drag through messy strands of hair masking his eyes. “You look like shit, kid.”

Johnny cuddles into the touch with a low groan, similar to a cat purring and burying its cheek into your palm, the corners of his lips lifting at the nickname. “Thanks, you almost sound like you care about me.”

“Don’t go for a run.” Dragging him to sit at the kitchen counter, you instruct him to stay put. “I’m gonna make you my hangover smoothie, always remedies Jihoon after a night of drinking.”

Johnny’s face immediately dips into a frown, perching his chin onto his palms with sad puppy eyes. “Must you mention him right now?”

Gathering up ingredients to cure your guests current problem, you dryly laugh, beginning to chop up ginger and garlic cloves. “Have you ever heard of this thing called gratitude? You’re living under his roof for free after all.”

“It’s a shame really..” Johnny grumbles, rubbing circles into his temples.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“That I have no other way to thank him than by fucking his young hot wife.” He grins lazily, sighing between a laugh at the dramatic gasp you let out and your jaw plunging down to the floor. “You’ll have to relay the message for me— you know, if the old man can even handle what I’m going to do to you.”

“God, here I am trying to relieve your pain, and all you can talk about is your stupid horny teenage boy fantasies.” You sneer, tossing the concoction of ingredients you’ve readied into a blender before twisting about the kitchen to grab a cup, cursing under your breath as you reach a top shelf and trigger a pesky kink in your neck.

“Need help?” Johnny’s already on his feet before you can protest and insist he needs to stay put again, pressing to your back to reach overhead and set down the glass before you. He hums, pinching the part of your neck that meets your shoulder. “You pull something?”

Swatting at him, you nod, clenching your eyes shut. “Think I fucked up my neck between this new pilates class and lugging around new appliances for my paint room. Ahh—“

Johnny kneads harder at a knotted muscle between his thick fingers, pressing the heel of his palm in to add pressure. “And Mr. Jeong hasn’t hired you a personal masseuse yet? Someone’s worried about his pretty trophy getting polished off by another man.”

“Ugh..” hunching forward to grip on the counter you gasp between trying to keep your breath calm. “That hurts!”

“Yeah, I bet it does.” Johnny moves your hair aside, pressing his nose closer to inhale the scent of your shampoo still clinging to your scalp. “Do you always smell this good first thing in the morning?”

“I don’t know..” answering mindlessly under his weighty palms, you let out an embarrassingly satisfied groan, pushing your hips back to get comfortable with your elbows on the counter. A choked sigh emits from behind you using the opportunity to press closer and lock his hips to your barely covered backside.

“That was too easy,” Johnny snickers, rocking his girth between the dip that's formed on your bottom. “Mrs. Jeong, what would your husband think??”

“Ugh.. you little..” between staggered breaths you curse him, reaching back to push at his abdomen only for Johnny to tether your wrists together with one hand, his other unwilling to release the back of your neck.

“Little?” Johnny says brazenly, pushing roughly against your lower half, the toes of his sneakers knocking your ankles apart until you spread eagle over the counter for him. “Say that again?”

Another powerful cant of his hips has you gasping, struggling to release from his unyielding grip. “Fuck..”

“What was that Mrs. Jeong?” Johnny tsks, throwing a twist between his eyebrows to display the foul act. “What would your husband say? Acting like such a slut for his damn near second son? Have some shame.”

“Johnny!” Between gasping you manage to pinch at his hand and free one of your wrists. “Jaehyun could walk in at any moment!”

“Don’t worry your pretty head off about him,” Johnny sucks in his lower lip, maneuvering his hips back enough to view the stain that’s formed on your pathetic excuse for sleepwear. “Would you look at that?”

“Stop! Don’t look!” You almost believe your pleads, knocking against the cabinets before your legs when the cool blow of air conditioning shivers up your bottom as Johnny leisurely gathers the fabric of your negligée with one fist.

“Soaked right through your underwear sweetheart. Tell me to stop, tell me this isn’t because of me.” Johnny says heatedly, wedging your underwear higher with his other hand, the fabric bubbles with more wetness as he tugs it between your folds, kissing the backs of his teeth. “So fucking wet.”

“You c-can’t..” you gasp, bouncing against the burning pressure Johnny’s created down your center.

“That’s cute..” He chuckles, grinding together the backs of his teeth from the way your ass jiggles, just begging to clap back against him the more you shake at your knees. “Who’s going to stop me baby?”

“Ja-Jaehyun, he—“

“Jaehyun doesn’t give a fuck.” Johnny interrupts your sad excuse to make him stop, sliding one of his digits up your thigh to collect a dollop of wetness that's begun to trickle down past mid-thigh. “Your husband can’t do shit either. So bold and moronic to leave his pretty little slut of a housewife home alone, allow you to prance up and down the beach showing off your perfect tits, fat peachy ass.”

“He-he could..” You gulp, losing train of thought when he slaps at your butt, a large palm cupping the pert round of your ass hard enough to leave prints behind to catch sight of in a mirror the next day. “..wa—walk in.”

“Shut up about Jaehyun,” Johnny spits, delivering a rougher slap to your ass. “Suddenly you want to act like step-mom of the year? You knew what you were doing, we all know what you want.”

“Please..” You whimper, reeling from the sting of pain shooting to the back of your thigh.

“You know what could cure my hangover better than a smoothie?” Johnny asks, ripping your soaked underwear down to the tops of your thighs and cursing under his breath at the full visual of your glossy cunt. “Your tight pretty pussy.”

“Ugh!” Groaning, you scratch at the surface of the counter, slipping further and further away from your sanity; the last of it exiting your body at the first brush of his length between your folds. “Johnny!”

The shrieked scream of his name has him bending over, pressing the full amount of his weight onto your back to smash your breast on the cold surface. “What was that?” He grabs your chin, forcing your head to turn to the side and plant your cheek on the counter. “Speak up, tell me to stop.”

“Please..”

Johnny’s tongue clicks, wrapping a fist around the base of his girth to control swiping the tip between your folds. Teasing you with the occasional press of his cockhead against your pulsating hole. “Please stop Johnny, I’m an honest married woman.” He mocks, pouting and pulling your bottom lips open, your heavy breath leaving a cloud of moisture along the marble.

“Please..”

Johnny sneers, twisting your neck to a more pained angle to refocus your eyes on him. “Please spit in my mouth, treat me like a nasty cock slut, fuck me like a whore with your big cock.”

He nods your chin up and down, pupils blown wide as he dips the tip of his cock inside your entrance. The rim of it snapping like a rubber band around his bulbous size as he draws away. “Slutty fuck hole has more to say than you? Fine.”

Keeping your lips propped open with his fingers dug into your cheeks, Johnny gathers up saliva, lapping it from corner to corner inside his mouth. His plump lips purse together to pour it out slowly, a thick wad of it stretching out to land on your tongue with whimpered cries following behind. The act pushes tears from your eyes in disbelief.

Jaehyun’s father would never spit in your mouth, let alone call you any type of degrading names. As if able to read your mind, he snaps you out of it by jerking your head around, landing soft slaps on your cheek. “Swallow.”

Johnny waits until your throat bounces, evidently sucking down his spit and smiles as you gaze back with large watery half-dazed eyes. “What do you say?”

His thumb smears your lips, shoving the fat of your lower lip side to side with a glint in his eye. “Thank You..” You say, almost timidly, shivering at the thought of giving him the wrong answer.

“That’s right.”

“I shouldn’t..” You say nervously between inhaling, thighs wobbling in anticipation of knowing what comes next.

“You shouldn’t? Or you don’t want to?” Johnny cocks an eyebrow, eyes half-lid as he watches thoughts run rampant behind your gaze.

“Want to..”

Johnny licks his lips, alternating to cup your pussy from the back and slot his palm against your entrance cruelly, the tips of his calloused fingers pressing down on your clit. Cock landing in rapid slaps on your ass leaving a mess of your wet arousal with each hit. “You hear that? So fucking wet for me sweetheart. Here I thought only a real man could turn you on this much.”

Johnny leans back down again, capturing your lips and the moan you let out as two fingers push past the heat of your entrance. The sound of wetness echoes throughout the kitchen, obscene and loud, sprouting out onto his palm like a broken faucet. “Love how I play with your pretty pussy don’t you baby?”

He licks between the seam of your lips, demanding to be let in with a firm push of his tongue. Easily dominated by his larger mouth finding control as you gasp out a moan, scissoring apart his fingers to stretch you open. He bites at your upper lip, pulling the fleshy meat between his as he shifts to hover over you and lick the swell that's begun to form from his bite. “So tight, knew that your husband couldn’t possibly be making use of your perfect pussy.”

Johnny grunts, shoving a third finger inside of you to push against the inside of your velvety dripping walls. “God, how am I supposed to fit in here?” Raising his voice over the sound of your slippery wet cunt, he grins, forcing a fourth finger inside of you and working into a speedy pump. “Your useless husband should thank me, finally someone to satisfy his pretty little trophy wife, make use of her young tight body. Ruin you for any other man.”

Shifting to grab the back of your neck in a chokehold, Johnny keeps your upper half held down flat on the counter, working his other arm to a rapid pace that has you shouting. Tip-toeing off the ground from the throttle of his fingers, pushing the coil in your gut to constrict your insides and spill over the tears you’d been holding in. A slew of pleading and curses spilling out between the sound of creamy wetness hitting his forearm and hips.

“That’s it, opening up so fucking nice for me pretty.” Johnny pulls out abruptly, mouth desperate for a taste. Having to wipe his hand off on his shorts just to get a proper grip on your ass. He falls to his knees quickly, pulling your buttcheeks apart to drag his tongue from clit to your wrinkled hole, missing your dripping entrance just to hear you suffer. Squirming and quaking under the fierce hold he grips you in.

He bites down on the swell of your ass, groaning between sucking at the fleshy meat, fingers pressing in harder to fully display where you leak for him. The complete visual of you so obscene, clenching around nothing with your fingers buried in your mouth to contain your cries. “Fuck. So fucking tiny..”

He prods at your entrance, circling the stubby tips of his nails against it to watch another tremor of anguish roll up your thighs. “Tell me baby..”

Johnny glides two digits back inside, having to tuck his lip in to lower the growl in his chest. “Want me to fuck you?”

His tongue curls up, tracing the outline of your hole squeezing his fingers, swirling around your clenched rim that taunts him with the idea of fucking your ass until you’re pitifully groveling. Sulking and begging for him to slow down, go harder, fuck my ass until I break.

“Not…n-not right..” you whimper in spite of your desire screaming out otherwise from every direction. Fighting back the orgasm his fingers are plowing out of you, curling up where you need and pressing with a hard wiggle until your ass jiggles against his face. Tightening around his fingers too much as you hit release, having to stop his ministrations from the grip. “please..I’m married.”

“That makes one of us.” Johnny sighs, popping his fingers free to glide against his tongue. Eyes rolling to the back of his skull, dizzy just from the taste of your hitting his tonsils. “Only one of us has to care.”

Pushing up off his knees, he loops around your waist from behind, chin perched on your shoulder to lick at the shell of your ear, whispering close enough for your eardrums to vibrate. “And it’s not me.”

Hauling away from the counter, Johnny directs you toward the living room with his knees banging into the backs of yours. Protests falling silent as he spins you to face him and cups your cheeks with damp palms. “No one has to know.”

Not allowing you more time to think, his mouth crashes down on yours to stop the next thing you can say to convince yourself that this is wrong. If it’s so wrong, then why do you like it so much?

Johnny doesn’t have to ask you, he knows you’d put up a fight if you really cared. Knows you’d yell at him and push him off instead of lifting your arms above your head for him to strip you free of your nightgown, freely exposing your bare breasts for him to grab and massage, pinching your already hardened nipples as he sucks on your tongue.

“This is what you needed all along, someone to put you in your place.” Johnny’s lips lower to your chest, wrapping his mouth around your nipple to suck on, pulling it between his teeth as his hands cup your ass. Bending at his knee to lift you off your feet, he turns effortlessly, laying you down on the couch you’ve spent many nights with your husband watching movies; more nights alone scrolling through your phone burning through his credit cards.

“Told you I’d fuck you how you deserve baby.” Johnny says, wishing you hadn't insisted on acting so resilient. Now he’d have to make use of the next few days to fuck you morning and night until you have to beg him to carry you, legs too worn out. Leave your cunt raw and used, not like Mr. Jeong would even fathom the idea of his son's best friend since childhood doing something this low to him, not Johnny, the alleged ‘good influence’ on his son.

“Gonna be good for me? Take it like you deserve?” Johnny kicks off his running shoes, easily shoving aside the throb in his skull in favor of devouring you. Pushing his shorts off in one sweep, he positions between your thighs as if his life depends on it. As if you’ll suddenly wake from your spacey horny daze and slap him across the face.

Gripping your chin, he forces your glossy eyes back on his face, sharp features more shadowed from the light streaks of sunlight entering the mostly dimmed room. He’s straight out of a wet dream above you, hair tousled, sweeping down above his strong eyebrows and hooded eyes. Lips swollen fat from the assault delivered to your mouth, and a body you can only squeeze your eyes shut tightly to imagine on top of you while your husband sloppily thrusts and cums too fast.

“Want you.. want you to fuck me.” You drawl, ready to wail as you clutch at his waist. The dips of muscle melting beneath your palms. “Please.. fuck me like I deserve.”

Johnny’s nearly mortified by how red the engorged head of his length looks, stroking up the base as if he needs any help to fully harden, aching between his thighs where his balls sit heavy; dying to release load after load inside of you.

“I know, pretty baby.” Johnny has to take a deep breath, pushing at the back of one of your thighs to swipe between your creamy coated folds, biting down on the tip of his tongue as you tremble in his hold and let out a wet pleading sob to get fucked.

He struggles to slide inside despite how wet you are, mentally and physically cursing, sucking at the drool ready to pour from the corners of his lips. He has to shut his eyes to not cum already, the image of your perfect pussy taking his cock finally feels overwhelming, it’s too much, a culmination of his every thought since the moment he saw you sat on his board with your thighs spread open. He knew he had to have you.

“Fuck, you feel so perfect.” Johnny hisses when he bottoms out, his heavy sack smacking at your rim as he lodges himself in place. Head swirling as you clench up around him and let out the prettiest moans he’s ever heard.

“Big… s’big..” more tears brim your eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth to not wail as a batch of salty wetness rolls down past your lips and pools at your neck.

“Just for you.” Johnny tries out an experimental roll of his hips, stomach sucking in rapid convulsions from how deep inside of you he’s reaching. Unable to even bring himself to take in the hint of bulge protruding on your mound. “Need to get fucked stupid so bad, don’t you sweetheart?”

He can’t wait anymore, patience out the window as he draws back to the tip and rams forward, earning an ear shattering shout from the confines of your chest. He grips onto your thigh, hoisting it around his hip for better leverage as his other hand stays splayed on the back of your knee, pushing your flexibility to its limits with each thrust.

Johnny can see your breasts rise and fall between labored breaths, the rapid motion forcing your tits to bounce delectably, leaving his mouth no choice but to capture your nipple between his teeth and bite.

The drag of his cock feels heavy, near painful from after already cumming. It hurts in a good way, in a way you’d begun to forget. Lost to the torturous slam of his cock spacing out your insides, as if to claim your cunt for no one other than himself.

“Not gonna last much longer,” Johnny says between raspy short breaths. Pistoning into you roughly, nearly inaudible above the booming sound of skin slapping skin. “You’re just too fucking good.”

“You.. you have to..” struggling to breathe too, you can hardly form your thoughts coherently, fucked into another dimension as Johnny keeps going. Cock plunging in and out of you faster, faster than your husband’s ever been capable of.

“No.” He grits, planting his palm against the back of your knee to keep you held in place; not that you have anywhere to go.

“Johnny.. have to..” You start to say again, another orgasm threatening to silence you when he slams in at another angle. Shocking you with the press of two fingers on your clit, working the stiff little bundle of nerves expertly. The relentless pace he fucks into you with never faltering, hip bones smack against your pelvis with a sharp clap. “P-pull out.. can’t.”

“No.” Johnny repeats, sinking in impossibly deep. Delirious as you think the length of his size reaches what feels like the back of your throat. The constant reminder that you haven’t been fucked this good in years echoes at the back of your mind. Perhaps you’d never been fucked this good, definitely not since before the days you found yourself sat across from Jeong Jihoon interviewing to be his secretary fresh out of university. The thought that he’d end up asking you to marry him after a year of fooling around never once crossed your mind. The thought that you’d crave for another man to disrespect you in your happy home, cheat on the man you allegedly love; the man you married for an easy life, never once had occurred to you.

“You’re mine now, don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Johnny rages, bending closer to hover his face above yours. “You make your husband pull out?”

Johnny jaw locks, flexing at the sides where his cheeks start to hollow. His muscles tight and corded from staving off the release he so desperately wants to fill you with, release he wants to keep you full of, watch it swallowed up ensuring you have a piece of him inside of you forever.

“Johnny..” You whimper, pushing a palm against his chest as fresh tears line the rims of your eyes. “S’too much.. can’t anymore.”

“Liar.” Johnny can feel moisture itching at the backs of his eyes, ready to tear up himself from the way your tits bounce with every brutal jostle of your bodies colliding together. “What happened to handling big things, huh?”

A wash of pride puffs out his chest, dipping at his waist as he drives every inch of his length inside, the stretch hurting more now as he barrels another orgasm out of you, much weak this time, still gushing enough clear liquid out to drip down past his balls.

“Fuck, you’re such a mess for me.” Johnny can feel his long overdue orgasm building to its breaking point. Choking on his saliva as he focuses on where the two of you connect, cock drenched with the glisten of your never ending release. “Look so pretty when you’re getting fucking ruined.”

“Joh-johnn—“ You try to speak, digging your nails into his chest, may as well be babbling in another language for all he cares. “Too big for me, too m-much.. please..”

His hips finally come to a stand still, groaning from the depths of his chest in a guttural tone. Johnny should be ashamed of the whined shout that breaks out of him, fucking into you with three rapid fire thrusts that send him over the edge. Pushed hard enough to lurch him forward, boneless as he plants on top of you and punches the air from your chest with his, the hold on your thighs weakened, flopping your legs around his sides numbly as his cock throbs against your insides. The tip of it painting your cervix with spurt after spurt of thick white ropes.

Johnny’s not sure he’s ever cum this hard before, the sensation rattles up his spine, buried balls deep as he trembles and falls apart. The amount of release is too much, pouring out around his thick size to drip it’s way down between his inner thighs; sticky and hot where it glues his skin together with each slight circle of his hips. “Fuckfuckfuck..”

Between his eyelashes fluttering, Johnny watches your chest heave, mind continuing to spiral from your release. He thinks you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen, especially fucked full of him, euphorically blissed out at his hands. He knew you’d be even prettier after ruining you, stripping you down to submit for him.

Mine. Should be mine. Fucked like you’re all mine.

Drawing back from between your legs as slowly as possible, Johnny admires how wrecked your core appears, twitching around his size as each inch glides free. It’d be a shame to waste all this cum, if not for how debauched and pretty your cunt looked like this. Covered in release that you took out of him. Mine. Mine. All mine.

“So.. Mrs. Jeong..” Johnny falls to your side, huffing as he lands.

“Ugh.” Smacking his chest, you roll your eyes. “Stop calling me that.”

Johnny licks up your neck, biting down on your jaw until you let out a pained squeak. “I’ll have to come back next summer, don’t you think?”

His pouty lips litter kisses higher, tugging your earlobe between his teeth with a light teasing bite. “Maybe even Christmas, Thanksgiving? Hmm, I know how busy your husband can get.”

“What would my husband think? Suddenly his son's friend has decided to hang around every holiday?”

“Best friend, you know Mr. Jeong says I'm always welcome. A polite and intelligent young man such as myself.” Johnny informs, lapping at your ear between words. “He really thinks of me as his own son.”

“My husband’s a very cunning man..” You retort, twisting your neck to face him. “He managed to make me his, you know.”

Johnny’s eyes flicker over your face, the regular pace your chest rises and falls at again, thumbing at your bottom lip. “He’s smart.”

“Really smart..”

“I’m smarter.” Johnny says confidently, pushing the tip of his thumb past your lips. “And I always get what I want.”

Always get what’s mine.

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whalesforhands · 9 months

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the mandatory beach fic bcs nobody will ever write what i want and i have to do it myself

summer days and the heat haze pt.1 (geto x reader x gojo) pt.ii

PSA TO START PUTTING UR DAMN AGES IN UR BIOS OR AT LEAST HAVE SOME WAY TO CONVEY YOUR AGE OR ELSE I HAVE TO BLOCK SO MANY OF YOU EVERYDAY 😭

warnings: third year au, i want to see stsg happy, nobody requested this, can you believe i let gojo shine in this, i’m starting to use more curse words, slight spice, barely any shoko (SORRY)

You settle the luggage on the wooden floor, humming softly as you as you unpack your belongings. Suguru is helping beside you, his expression as calm as ever as he helps settle the heavier bags by your side.

You try to lift one of the bigger duffel bags he was carrying. (It can’t be that heavy, right?)

Your arms give, the strain screaming at your muscles. Even using the full strength of your body, the bag remains on the floor, you barely lifted an inch off the ground.

(Gojo’s entire bathroom was in there.)

A chuckle was heard as you feel a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you aside as Geto moves forth and picks up the bag with ease, throwing it over his shoulder with one hand.

He pats your head, a consolation for trying.

“Leave it to me.”

You pout, indignant and slightly embarrassed. “I could’ve done that too.”

He smiles. “I’m sure you could’ve.”

You hold back your retort when you hear the door creak open, Shoko walking in, arms crossed with a pair of one of the many sunglasses Gojo owned upon her face, a lax Satoru with his arms folded behind his head trailing behind her. His Hawaiian shirt was left unbuttoned all the way, whistling as he shut the door behind him.

“I don’t see why we have to all sleep in the same room.” Shoko had puffed out, her various bags strewn on the waxed, expensive flooring of the lodge. “Especially with you two.”

“I think it’d be fun.” You assured, trying to console your huffy friend as you helped organize everyone’s skincare products on top of a dresser. “Like a sleepover!”

“Gojo’s redeeming qualities?” She paused, twirling a strand of her hair with her finger before she smiled.

“His wallet. And only that.”

“Aww, I knew you’d love it at least!” You’re suddenly tackled from behind, a buff arm latching itself around your hips as you fell backwards from the sudden weight, your head coming into contact with a hard chest.

Shoko had grown increasingly annoyed with the humidity of the vacation home, heading off to find the remote for the AC whilst admiring the interior with hidden excitement.

(Luxury sure felt good.)

Gojo nuzzled his face into your hair from above, “I knew my darling (name) would enjoy my plans!” He snuggled close to you, other arm coming just below your breasts, brushing dangerously close as he innocently snuggled against you.

“Satoru, did you forget your toothbrush?!”

You feel Gojo huff into your neck.

“No!”

“And why is your bag only full of snacks?!”

“(nameeeeee),” You hear him whine into your ear. “Tell Suguru to stop yelling at me!” He sniffles, arms tightening around your form as he felt the giggles rumbling from your body.

(You’re so cute.)

“Suguru!” You call out, feeling the man behind you physically straighten, anticipating your defense for him that will surely let him off the hook from his boyfriend.

“Satoru didn’t bring your hair mask!”

“Wha- You traitor!” Betrayal.

“HE WHAT?”

——

Sundress billowing in the wind, holding onto your sun hat as you breathed in the fresh ocean air.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Suguru had called out whilst sitting on the mat he had set up on the sand, watching you tenderly as the wind blew through your hair, a bottle of sunscreen in his hands.

“More so than usual.” You grin, kicking your sandals off and letting your hat flop itself down onto a pile of the shared belongings as you roll onto the mat beside him.

(It was quiet. Shoko having been sent off to get the drinks from the fridge as Satoru was tasked with getting the toys he had brought along to ‘Spice up the ocean fun!’)

He laughs, laying down beside you before propping himself up on his elbow, his body turned to the side as he watched you. His eyes trailed you from top to bottom, enjoying the sight of you all pretty and happy.

“No swimsuit? I’m disappointed.” It was teasing, feigned hurt in his voice as he prodded at your lack of swimming attire whilst at a beach.

(He didn’t mind at all. You looked gorgeous in that dress.)

You giggled. “It’s in here,” Your hand came up to your chest, lightly pulling the fabric down to expose your cute swimsuit.

(Suguru had averted his eyes, much like the gentleman he was.)

“But you’re right. Maybe I should take it off.” You sigh out, noticing how Suguru’s own hawaiian shirt had already been unbuttoned, showing off his sculpted abs and broad chest.

(You would’ve kept staring if he hadn’t snapped you out of it with that knowing smirk on his face.)

You began to undo the ribbons on your shoulders, letting the straps fall and flutter down to around your waist. Tugging down your long skirt and off your legs as your cute one piece swimsuit, with it’s adorable little ribbon highlights and in a calm shade of pink, was revealed to a pair of hungry eyes.

Eyes that were reveling in the sight of your bare skin, soft and glossy and beautiful.

“As expected, it suits you.”

You laugh, lightly shoving Geto’s shoulder. “Say that to yourself first. I like the matching shirts you and Satoru have on…” You trail off, noticing the cream he had yet to pop open in his hand.

“Can I help?”

——

You squeeze the sunscreen into your hands, letting it coat your fingers as uncertainty overtook you.

Was it really okay to touch him?

You hear him laugh, as if he knew of your hesitance.

“You can touch me, you know?”

(He doesn’t mind if it’s you.)

With confirmation, you gingerly begin to work the sunscreen onto his back, running over every muscle, eyes politely looking away from the claw marks that were almost fading away.

(Scars not gained from a dangerous mission. But from a certain white-haired man.)

He gets up, turning his body and settling you on his lap, a grateful smile on his face. “Thank you.”

Your arms came up to wrap around his neck to remain steady, not knowing you were so close to him already. The proximity barely there, chest all pressed up against his own bare one.

Suguru is attractive. You already knew that. But looking at him up close, it’s really quite the experience.

Your hands hold his face subconsciously, a method to let you get a better look.

He lets you.

“Suguru…” Your thumbs caress the eyebags formed from countless sleepless nights plagued by nightmares of the past.

“You’re pretty.”

It’s silent, the lull of the waves crashing gently against the shore. The seagulls calling alongside the faint chatter of the crowd.

You’re thankful for picking such a secluded spot.

You hear him burst out laughing, a larger hand coming up to cup over one of your own, his hands warm, rough. It felt good nonetheless.

“I think…”He brings your held hand up to his lips, lightly kissing the skin, holding your gaze with his. “You’re prettier.”

You fluster under his intense stare and sweet actions.

He tucks back a strand of your hair.

“Your turn now, I suppose?” He chuckles, thumb mindlessly tracing circles on your hip. His hand was warm. Trailing slow and sensual in nature as you shivered slightly.

You’re staring into his eyes again. If… If you moved closer, you’d both kis-

“Are you both done flirting over here?”

Shoko. She’s back with the drinks. Suguru doesn’t falter even at her appearance, his strong hands cupping themselves around your waist.

“Not yet.” He sends a grin towards her, his chin upon your shoulder. “Mind leaving us alone for a while more?”

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“What’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here?”

You stiffen. (Where’s Shoko? Suguru? Sato-)

“I asked you a question, lady.” The two men tower over you, one with his hands on his hip

“I’m just- L-Looking for my friends?”

“Well, how about us? You and I could get really acquainted with each other.” He said that last sentence with a purr, his friend laughing out loud and calling him a sleaze as his eyes uncomfortably trailed you from head to toe.

“Um, that’s nice and all, but I-I think my own friends are worried about me.” You move to leave, trying to get past their bigger bodies.

“Hey, hey.” He blocks your path. “We’re just trying to be friendly, you know?” His eyes remain glued to your chest.

“You look real pretty. Haven’t seen ya round before.” You heard the other say, his arm brushing you as you flinched away.

“Yo, don’t need to be so scared, pretty girl. We’re harmless.”

Their words felt dirty, the way the words trailed from their mouths so different from the way Suguru or Satoru would say them.

(You didn’t like it.)

“Here, take a popsicle. Our treat.” His hand outstretched, holding the already unwrapped aforementioned treat.

“It’s okay, I-I don’t want it.” Your reply is immediate, unrest beginning to seep into your bones as you begin to back away, turning around only to be met with the other man.

(You’d rather deal with 100 curses than any of these men.)

“Come on, girl. Just try it, will you? We so kindly bought it just for pretty ladies like you.” He shoves the treat in your face, looking slightly melted from the heat of the sun.

“I’m… really fine, thank you…” Your voice was beginning to grow small, your trembling hand struggling to hold the stupid treat. You’re afraid again.

(Why? Stop. Stop being scared.)

His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, hand raised. “Listen, bitch-“

A hand reaches out, grasping the man’s wrist in his hand and taking a chomp out of your popsicle. He smacks his lips, tasting the treat as he chewed, before he spits it out, sticking his tongue out in disgust, as if airing it out to rid itself of the taste.

“Blegh. Tastes like cheap shit.”

Gojo grabs it out of his hold, ignoring the pointed looks of the increasingly agitated teenagers as he drops it onto the sand.

“You shouldn’t eat such things,” He coos, approaching you and tilting your head up whilst the other caressed your cheek. Your eyes nervously flit between him and the surrounding men. “Suguru’s gonna come back with better ones, yeah? We’ll eat them together.” His arm pulls you in by your waist, settling itself on your bare skin. He’s comforting you.

“Yo dude, what’s your probl-“

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tuts, shushing him as the men begin to close in on the both you. “Can’t you see I’m trying to console my sugar honey bunny from the bad, ugly men trying to get with her?”

“Mwah!” He kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry my sweetest snookums, I’ll give you so many kisses you’ll forget the disgusting sight you saw today!”

(You’re cringing at the nickname, but so thankful for being saved. You’ll tolerate it just for now.)

“Look, your bitc-“

“Hey.” Gojo finally looks the so called ‘leader’ in the eye. “Could you kindly shut up?”

“Why you little-!” You hardly had time to react before Gojo had caught the attacker’s fist.

Holding the man’s fist in his palm, slowly squeezing as the boy screams, slow, loud cracks emanating as Gojo smiles, hearing the satisfying breakage of his fingers.

“Fuck! My fucking hand-! Isamu, you useless fucker! Call the damn- Agh!”

Gojo kicks the boy back, making him land on his ass as he continued to grip his broken hand in pain.

“Oops. You crying already?” Satoru’s hand is back around your waist as he begins to walk you away from the scene. “Better get that checked out soon.” He salutes the duo, leading you away as you nervously follow, eyes flitting between the boy hunched over on the ground, clutching his hand as he cried in excruciating pain.

“You bastard…!”

The other boy suddenly pounced, lunging at the both of you with a thirst for revenge, the shine of a pocket knife glinting in the sunlight.

You act immediately, holding your hand out to form your barrier befor-

You blink. You’re back at the lounge, landing softly upon the couch.

“What? You didn’t actually expect me to stay out there, did you?” Satoru yawned, stretching out on the sofa.

“Plus, you and Suguru would’ve been more mad at me if I attacked the other one too.” He mumbled, grabby hands reaching for you.

You’re speechless. You don’t even complain when he pulls you onto his lap, arms winded tight around you as he cuddles into you.

“Now rub my head and praise me if you’re thankful.”

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Notes:

I imagine Gojo in this to be less tolerant of non-sorcerers, never really growing into the mindset that the ‘Strong HAVE to protect the weak’. At most he tolerates them, but doesn’t really care. If they get hurt, so be it.

Geto, on the contrary, is a strong believer of the aforementioned mindset.

Suguru does not like being touched. He WILL actively avoid people and isn’t afraid to show it. There are only certain people who can bypass this unsaid rule of his. (You are one of them.)

Shoko, did not, in fact leave you and Suguru alone. She made a big show of making you lay on your front, undoing the top of your swimsuit and exposing your bare back as she smoothed her hand over your skin. (With sunscreen on her hand.)

When Suguru looks at you, it’s hard to describe. All you can ever see is how lovely his smile is, how loving his gazes can get. It’s a lovely experience. You love it when he does it.

#geto x reader x gojo #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru #satosugu x reader

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elsaellaelys · 9 months

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Ice cream and daydreams

summary: Ice cream date on the beach. Inspire by Melting, Kali Uchis.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Too fluff.

1.563 words

a/n: I had to write this! Is probably my favorite now. If you want to write with another music theme, just let me know.

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You are my church, you are my place of worship.

Y/N is sure she can't find one person she admires more than JJ. And it's not just about his blonde messy hair, his lost sea eyes, his skin, his body or the way he touch her, but how he managed to get through everything he went and still be the sweetest guy she've ever knew, how he loved her and how she could love him back, how he let her in. People always told her she shouldn't trust people so blindly, be so devoted and she knows is dangerous thing to do, but can she help it? She wouldn't mind anything he can do at all, as long as he's still beside her, still loving her just like she loves him.

I heard you're the plug, can I be the circuit?

She'd give anything to be with him all the time, is even bad to admit, but she would like steal him from everybody else cause she's so hooked, so in love, and the connection that sets between them feels like will never end and she can't take the risk of letting people ruin it.

The first time they had sex is her main memory everyday, she never felt so complete, so satisfied, since that day, nothing can bring her down from the clouds, she knows that, when the day is bad, she can come back to him, he'll hold her and tell her everything is okay and she'll believe.

When I got court, I hope that you're the verdict.

With all her heart she wishes they are really meant to be together, till the end. Spending day after day waking up next to him, coming back to fall asleep holding each other, forever together. He already told her that, she's cursed to handle him forever, he's not letting go and she couldn't be more glad, it's not a curse though, it's her wish coming truth.

When you're around, my insides turn inverted.

He always comes behind her to put his harsh hands delicately above her eyes. Her heart beats fastly against her chest.

"Who is it?" she asks, even though she knows the answer, she feels him smiling in her neck, peppering kisses in her skin.

"I can tell you know, I see the goosebumps in your neck." he whispered, blowing air in the back of her ear.

The pogues are all making vomit sounds, but JJ just shove them away. "Stay here princess, I'm gonna get you Jack&Coke, just the way you like it." he crossed the bar to get the drink, leaving her eyeing him, looking so hot with his sunglasses between his blonde hair, combat boots crossed as he leans in the balcony, and she's yearning for the moment he'll come back, put his arm around her shoulder and she'll pretend she's not thinking about what he gonna do when they get home, when he get her in the bed just in her underwear.

So she lean her head in his shoulder, both hands holding the glass cup to not cringe into his side like a cat in his owner's lap.

My blood starts to rush when I see your doorman I know you're nearby and I know your purpose Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy

He told her to wait at home, he'd pick her up to the beach avenue, but she couldn't wait, heading to the Chateau, in the sundress she knows he loves, pink with little blue flowers, a silk bown in the back, so short that she made sure to wear pink lace panties. She saw John B. and Pope outside in the porch, suddenly a little shy of how dressed up she was. "Hi." she spoke, trying to sound the more normal possible.

John B. looked up, eyes wide. "Hello there." he answered wining a slap in the head from Pope. "Ouch!"

"Hi Y/N, JJ is inside." Pope says.

"He's showering, it's really nice that you can make him shower... Ouch! What the fuck you're all up to?" John B. stroked the back of his head, JJ just showed up in the door and slapped his friend's head.

"I do shower, dumbass."

"Yeah, every Sunday."

"Shut up." "Wait a minute, princess, I lost my keys." She followed him inside the Chateau, he was leaving a trail of his Cremo cologne that he probably got from the Walmart, she leaned in the door frame observing her boyfriend lifting pillows, dragging the sofa front and backwards, opening drawers, Y/N was hypnotized by his sight, navy blue shirt, khaki pants and boots, the way he furrowed his eyebrows looking around. Wishing the time could stop, just to look at him till she got sick, like she could ever get enough of him, of his precious face and smile, and this perfume, vanilla spice affecting her brain. God! What did he do to me?!

She shook her head "Isn't that on the kitchen counter?" she asked.

He looked up, going to find the keys in the place she pointed. "What I'd do without you, uhm?" She laughed when he spinned her around, headed out holding her hand, said goodbye to the boys still holding her hand, not letting go to help her get on his motorcycle, putting her arms around his torso, he rode like they were on a bubble, heading to the sky.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while

Now he's here, paying for her white chocolate ice cream that she made sure to cover with a lot of strawberry sauce. JJ got a vanilla one, they sitted on the beach sand, under the shade of a tree that leaned over the beach side, his boots sinked a little in the sand beside her strap sandals, the sea was a bit far, but its smell and sound was clear, they could see the waves crashing in the rocks from time to time.

"This is nice, isn't? Beach, ice cream..." JJ spoke, eyes coming to Y/N.

"You." she added "My favorite things."

He smiled wildly. "Am I your favorite?"

"Yes!" She smiled back. Oh look at his dimples, makes he looks so sweet and... Oh he just reached to pull my hair off of my face, thought he was going to kiss me. Oh, he's leaning again, is he gonna kiss me? With those pretty lips...

"Your ice cream." he pointed.

"Uh?" she asked confused.

"Is melting, love."

I pray that I can learn to be funny I'm watching every stand-up comedy Just hoping that it'll rub off on me So you'll smile at everything I say

She took a mouthful of ice cream, trying to take off the not so iced part, hands starting to get sticky, she just rubbed on her dress, not really caring about it.

"Eating ice cream is a thing that nobody can't look tough doing." JJ said, Y/N laughed.

"What?"

"Yeah! Like, can you imagine Mike Tyson eating ice cream before a fight? Nobody's gonna take him serious. He gonna look like a 10 year old kid, I'd even give him braces."

She laughed loudly, he started to act licking the ice cream trying to seem fussy. Her laugh being the prettiest thing he've ever heard, he would do anything to hear it everyday.

JJ remember the first time he saw her crying, she lost in the beach the necklace her grandma gave her, she hugged him so tight, silently crying, he only knew because of the tears running down his chest, he felt powerless for not be able to help, when Kiara came to them taking the necklace out of the net she used to collect trash off the beach, she smiled wildly, tear still watering her lashes, he still felt bad for not being the one to save her. So he would do anything to take a laugh out, see that sweet grin in that pretty lips.

You got some soft lips and some pearly whites I wanna touch them in the dead of night Your smile ignites just like a candlelight

Fuck, that pretty lips, she licked it and now is shiny, just ready to be kissed, like he does everyday, when wake up beside her, when one of them have to leave, when they see each other in the middle of the day; like he does every night, when he's droping her at her house, when they're going to sleep, when he has her pressed between him and the sheets.

Passing his finger in the cream, he spread it in the tip of her nose, leaning to kiss the place, then he put some ice cream in his lips, she's all smiles and giggles, warming his heart.

Then somehow, I know everything's alright.

He had a bad day start, waking up to no breakfast, no washed clothes, his dad passed out in the living room, then he had to clean a kook's pool, cut their grass, listening annoying commentaries from rich ass fuckers.

But she called... "I've thinking about you nonstop." "It doesn't matter, just want to see you, Jay." He almost lost his knees strength just listening to her voice, she made him feel like he was the one begging to see her. He needed her, her voice - not only through the phone - her face, her body, her touch, her love. Cause when they're together nothing else matters, everything is okay.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile

The ice cream were longer forgot, their hands were all dirty and sticky, but does it matter? Lips are now connected, vanilla and white chocolate flavors in both their mouths, her breath is hitting his face. The cone is slipping from his hand, he didn't notice though, too caught up in how her soft lips felt between his, so easy to slick his tongue in, until he feels the lack of what he was holding. Looking down to see his ice cream mixing with sand. "Fuck."

She laughed "It's okay we can share mine."

Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while.

Of course the day is going to end, but JJ probably will be sleeping in her bed anyway. Right now, they'll stay like that for a while.

#jj maybank #obx fanfiction #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #Spotify

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ohthatstragic · 2 years

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Bikini Top Malfunction - p.m

a/n: i loved this so much, i hope i did this right, anon. forgive me if not. also i'm sorry but this gif is so hot, it's actually distracting me lmfao. thank you forthe ask by the way, i was so excited when i saw it, it was my first one! i hope i did this justice so you don't hate me.. ;(

also pls don’t repost or translate any of my work.. i don’t give you permission to do that.

pairings: maverick x you, platonic!rooster x you

warnings: none tbh i kept it sfw

wc: 2,530

the request: "Maverick have a crush on the reader but he is afraid to reach out to her because she is younger than him and when they are playing beach soccer her bikini untie and she asks him for help (and he is like omg)" i'm a tumblr virgin so i had no idea how to quote the ask like some other ppl too fml

y/c/s - your call sign, y/h/c - your hair colour, y/e/c - your eye colour

sex drugs etc. by beach weather - this was the song i listened to as i wrote this hehe

The mid-day sun burned down onto the beach you and the squad were currently playing soccer on; the hot rays beating off your sweaty and oily bodies. You, Hangman, Coyote and Maverick were on one team and Rooster, Phoenix, Fanboy and Bob were on the opposing team. The sound of the crashing waves travelled into your ears and it calmed your racing mind, almost sending you into a zen-like state. The whole group of you were playing football on the beach and in Maverick's words, it was a way to get you all to work as a team. You were wearing a leopard print bikini, with small, short frills extending from the rim of the cups, with a pair of loose shorts on your bottom. The boys were wearing their classic jean shorts, aka top tier modern fashion.

Sand sprayed from behind your feet as you sprinted across the beach with the football between your feet, your eyes firmly locked onto Bob who was unfortunately deemed goal keeper. He kept a straight face, his hands coming up to defend against your oncoming attack. Suddenly, you were tackled to the ground by a smirking Phoenix, your back thudding against the sand-ridden ground. "Shit," You groaned at the coarse grains scraping against your skin. Your eyes quickly darted across the make-shift pitch to find that Fanboy had stolen the ball and was now trying to make his way through Hangman on your half of the pitch.

"Sorry, Y/C/S." She mumbled, hardly trying to hide the comical smile picking at the corners of her lips. You rolled your eyes at her, smiling back, as you shuffled forwards to sit up. A helping hand suddenly appeared in your vision and you furrowed your brows at the sight. You quickly looked up to find Maverick, a smirk upon his lips. A blush quickly settled onto your cheeks as your eyes fell to his shirtless body, your gaze tumbling down his sweaty, chiselled torso. You silently thanked the heavens above that you were all wearing sunglasses.

Swallowing thickly, you inhaled a quick breath of air to compose yourself before you spoke, not exactly wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your captain and instructor. "Don't." You laughed as you took his hand, knowing the witty man definitely had a line he was waiting to say. The older pilot lifted you up with ease, and he let out a brief laugh, his pale blue eyes meeting yours. It felt like a jolt of electricity had shot through your body as the two of you held eye contact.

"My lips are sealed, Y/C/S." He chuckled as his hand slipped from yours once you were stood up, your smile falling a little at the loss of contact. "C'mon, I don't really wanna give Rooster bragging rights." Maverick jogged off with a smirk to defend against Fanboy who was heading towards your team's goalkeeper, Coyote.

"Yeah, yeah." You laughed again. Before you turned around to cover Rooster as Coyote had saved the goal, Maverick sent you a quick smile again and you felt your cheeks burn. Turning around, you rolled your eyes and stood beside Rooster, attempting to block any passes his way.

"I'm open!" Rooster called to Phoenix from beside you, his six foot tall body shouldering into you. You grew a little tired of his body shoving against you, so you elbowed his side, making the moustached pilot grunt in return. Rooster looked down at you with a frown, his black and gold aviators hanging off the end of his nose. "Y/C/S!" He dramatically gasped, an amused grin reaching his moustached lips. You looked at him innocently, raising your brows.

"What?!" You asked, feigning confusion, attempting to hide the laugh that threatened to escape you. Maverick's eyes instantly found your figure as the commotion reached his ears. He kept playing, although he made sure to keep an eye on you just in case. The captain knew he shouldn't feel something towards you, he should know better than to crush on one of his students. You were different though. He didn't know what it was, but something was there. Looking back to you and Rooster, Maverick's eyes watched Rooster with you, a knot forming in his chest. He wished it was him that you were messing around with.

"You really wanna play dirty? Alright, let's go!" Rooster laughed out loud, large hands coming to push against your bare back. You gasped at him, throwing your hands back against his toned stomach in an attempt to keep him back. "C'mon, Y/C/S, give it up already." Rooster chuckled again, putting all of his weight onto you. A brief groan left your lips as you struggled to hold the taller man back. All of a sudden, a lightbulb lit up over your head. Rooster's gonna hate you for this, but my gosh will it be hilarious. Should teach him a lesson too.

You looked up at him, throwing a smirk his way. His brows quickly furrowed together in short-lived confusion. "Alright, I give up." A dramatic sigh fell from your lips as you quickly shuffled to the left, and held your leg out to trip Rooster up. You couldn't hold back your uncontrollable laughter as the aforementioned pilot fell as you moved out of his way, his legs shooting forwards to try and steady himself. Rooster's foot tripped on your leg and he faceplanted into the sand, his hands rushing forwards to catch himself.

The loud thud caught the attention of the squad and they all quickly erupted into fits of laughter, watching Rooster turn onto his back to sit up. He glared up at you and you only smiled at him, shrugging. "What? You told me to give up, so I did!" You simply said, watching him stand up. Rooster brushed the sand off of his jean shorts as best as he could, the grains falling into the wind. He looked up at you with a cheeky smile, and you returned it, placing your hands upon your hips as you stared at the half-dressed pilot.

"Same old Rooster!" Hangman laughed, slapping a hand on the aforementioned pilot's back, walking past him with an amused sigh.

"You son of a bitch," He grinned, walking up to you. "You're gonna pay for that." Rooster narrowed his eyes at you and pointed at you, his other finger coming up to pull down his aviators so you could see his squinting brown eyes.

"Oh really?" You cocked a brow, almost challenging the younger Bradshaw. Rooster moved closer to you with a smirk, pushing his chest against you, your chin coming up to reach the middle of it. You stood your ground, refusing to be intimidated by some big-headed chump. The sound of the game taking place around you became muffled as the two of you stared at each other, eyes refusing to blink or even break contact.

"Hey!" Phoenix yelled. The two of you instantly looked to her, backing off from each other. "Knock it off, kids!" She yelled again and you laughed at her words, holding your hands up in defence. You threw a taunting look to Rooster as he walked away, sticking out your tongue for a quick second and he stuck his middle finger up at you, in which you dramatically opened your mouth, as if in shock.

"I'm sorry, I hate it when it does that!" He shouted over at you, throwing a sarcastic apologetic look your way. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed, heading towards the group.

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The game was coming to an end as you had the ball between your feet again, this time keeping an eye out for Phoenix. She was fast - almost invisible at times. As you were running, you felt the strings of your bikini begin to loosen. "Shit," You mumbled, throwing a hand behind you to hold the quickly-loosening strings together, earning a few confused looks from the squad. As you were nearing Bob, your eyes spotted Coyote to the right.

"Open!" He yelled, waving his arm to you. Somehow, miraculously, no one was covering the most obvious danger to their goal. You booted the ball to him and Coyote caught it, his feet kicking the ball between his feet as he moved towards Bob, Phoenix hot on his tail. Rooster had slipped over in an attempt to tackle Coyote.

You laughed to yourself as you turned around, your hand still holding your bikini top together. Fumbling, you tried to tie it back together, but in all honesty, you couldn't tie a bow behind you, it was one of your flaws. It was just something you could never master. Groaning in frustration, your eyes found Maverick who was a couple feet in front of you, watching Phoenix, Rooster, Coyote and Bob fight for the ball. "Hey, Mav," You said quietly, making him turn around to face you. A smile quickly reached his lips as he looked at you, and you cheeks burned under his gaze, his eyes looking to where your arm was currently bent behind your back.

"You okay, Y/C/S?" He frowned, a laugh soon escaping his lips as he looked back up at you. Maverick was a little confused as to why you had your arm behind your back like you were about to pull something out from behind it. His eyes searched yours for any sign of a clue, but he didn't find much as you stared at him, your doe-like eyes making his heart race. Internally, he cursed himself for letting himself feel something towards you. He felt awful, to be honest. You were twenty eight, and he was fifty one - it was written in the stars that you weren't meant to be. Laying awake at night he couldn't help but feel his heart sink at the fact.

"Yeah, I just, err," You stumbled over your words, not really having a clue at how to ask him to help you tie your bikini top back up. "My top.." You bit your lip, avoiding Maverick's curious, prying eyes.

"Your.. top?" His thick, brown brows knitted together in confusion at your words.

You sighed deeply, glancing between the golden sand and his baby blue eyes. "Can you help me tie it back up? It came undone when I was running across the beach." You quickly said with a laugh and Maverick's eyes shot open as you finished your question, a little surprised that you came to him to ask such a question. He was in shock, in all honesty.

"Y-yeah, of course," He smiled, his voice quiet. "Turn around." He said with a lowered voice. You let go of the strings, your hands quickly rushing to hold your top on your front - you didn't really want to flash anyone today. Especially the squad. Your heart fluttered as his fingers grazed against your bare back, goose bumps erupting on your skin. His rough fingers brushed your hair out of the way and you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck, making your toes curl into the sand beneath your feet. Biting down on your bottom lip, Maverick tightened the top, and you adjusted the front of it, your fingers pulling it down a little. "How tight do you want it?" He asked from behind you, a small smile on his face.

"As tight as possible, please, I don't really want to flash anyone today." You joked, trying to swallow down the anxiety that had suddenly overtaken your body. An amused rumble came from Maverick behind you as he chuckled, pulling the strings of your bikini top as tight as he possibly could.

"Alright, I'm sorry if I hurt you." He replied as his skilful fingers tied the two strings into a tight bow. You shook your head gently at his words, in disbelief that Maverick would ever hurt you. In all honesty, he is too sweet for this world. His smooth voice fished you out of your thoughts. "Double knot?" He asked, waiting for your reply. You nodded, not having the confidence to say yes in fear of choking on your words. You felt Maverick tie the bow once more into a knot and his fingers grasped your hair gently and pulled it from your neck, letting it fall back into it's previous place.

"Thank you, Mav, you saved me a lot of trouble there." You smiled sheepishly, allowing a breathy laugh to slide out. Maverick smiled back at you, his eyes falling to the ground for a quick moment before he spoke again. In truth, the man was trying to compose himself as he stared at you. You really did make him nervous. He tried not to focus on the loose strands of your Y/H/C hair flying about in the gentle wind, the way your Y/E/C eyes sparkles in the bright sun, the way your gleaming grin made his heart skip a beat. He hated how he loved it when your eyes crinkled as you laughed at something, or when your nose crinkled up when you tasted or smelled something you didn't like - or when you closed your eyes with a happy smile when you tasted or smelled something you did like. Over the time he's known you, Maverick has only grown to admire and adore you that much more. He wasn't going to forget this moment for a while, it was burned into his brain now.

Maverick felt a ball of warmth envelope his chest as your laugh rang through his ears, a feeling of contentment spreading through him. He shook his head. "Don't mention it, I think I'm just glad I don't need to worry about that sorta' thing." He laughed, his lips curling up into a grin, flashing his straight, white teeth at you. His smile and laugh was contagious to you.

"Tell me about it." You chuckled quietly, glancing at the yellow sand that lay still upon the ground. Maverick opened his mouth to say something else, but Rooster's booming voice interrupted the sweet moment between two of you.

"C'mon, old man!" Rooster shouted as he, Hangman and Coyote rushed to him, their hands slipping underneath his arms and legs. You let out a roar of laughter at the three of them, watching the trio pick up Maverick.

"Can't let grandpa get too hot!" Hangman sighed with a grin. He looked at you and sent a wink, his signature smart-ass grin falling onto his lips. You rolled your eyes at the aviator and looked to Maverick who was already looking at you. They all laughed as Maverick groaned, shutting his eyes in defeat. He gave in and just let them do what they were going to do - he knew there was no point struggling against three, young and strong Naval aviators.

"See you later, Mav." You giggled, waving at him as they all jumped into the sea together, a loud and chaotic splash engulfing the four of them. You thought back to the moment before Rooster, Hangman and Coyote stole Maverick from you. Staring at the man in question with a smile, you wondered what he had to say - or ask. He threw a hand up to wave at you with what seemed like a smile from the ocean, with the other three pilots beside him. You giggled and waved back at him, a warmth engulfing your body.

It seemed like the man had - in the words of Mr. Darcy - bewitched you, body and soul.

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persephonescottage · 1 year

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Honey & Wine | 03.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader

Summary: Billy forgot the heart.

Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include kidnapping, stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

A/N: I have horrible writers block! I managed this, sorry about it. Pony will get sluttier if that makes you feel better. Love ya!

Time feels different in Santorini.

Or maybe it’s just time with Billy that moves in a way that didn’t before him.

You had been on edge on your visit down to the beach a couple days before, watching him slowly drink beer while you pretended to read your old book.

He didn’t need to know that you re read the same sentence a million times while waiting for the shift on his calm demeanor.

For the usual innapropriate comment from him, a groping touch, a flirty tone on his voice.

But it never came.

He looked at you from time to time but seemed lost in thought. Even when you accidentally on purpose dripped pomegranate juice down your chin and neck.

He didn’t move.

Instead he kept his gaze on the horizon, watching the sun make the waves shine like they were sprinkled with iridescent glitter.

And then that phone call came and he fled, just left you there. So much for kidnaping you, now he left you alone?

You dropped the book on your lap when you saw him disappear through the quaint restaurant by the shore.

How long would he be?

Enough for you to escape?

But where to?

Anywhere!

Why weren’t you running?

Because you didn’t want to, you hear a little voice in your head. You simply don’t want to leave.

You want to be here in Santorini and read by the beach with Billy and that cute tan line he was getting on his nose from wearing sunglasses too much.

So you won’t run, you decide.

You sit back on the beach chair, cross your legs and read ahead of that one sentence you had memorized by now, only lifting your gaze to see him when he comes back and sits next to you.

“Who was that?”

“No one important.” He smiles.

“Ok.”

You smile back, and you’re sure you see a twinkle on his eye from this nonchalant answer. You’re not fighting him, but really, when had you fought him before?

The real surprise comes to you when you get back home. His hand on your back, guiding you up the beach stairs and through the cobblestone streets that lead you there.

Your skin is hot from the sun and you can smell the sunblock on him. You want to draw him a bath and wash it off his skin with your bare hands.

And suddenly there’s a tingle on your lower stomach.

Anticipation.

Maybe you’ll wear the ruffled lingerie after all.

He cooks you pasta that night and you finally accept a glass of wine from him, hoping it’ll give you courage, thinking this is the night you finally sleep with Billy on an actual bed and off the influence.

You imagine how disappointed you must have looked when he walks you down the hallway to your bedroom door after dinner, kisses your forehead and leaves you behind.

Closing the door of his very own bedroom behind him.

What?

He stalks you, threatens you, finds about your deepest darkest secrets, drugs you, kidnaps you, and he won’t even try to touch you?

Where you missing something here?

You sit on the bed he made perfectly for you that night. Embarrassment coating your cheeks when you realize you were ready to ride that dick down the road of immorality and he couldn’t care less.

What if he had lost interest?

Maybe he just liked the chase, now that you were here and willingly playing house with him he was over it.

You pace around the room, unable to sleep. Wondering why you’re planning your outfit for tomorrow.

Why you set your alarm early and think of how you’ll wear your hair.

You’re really thinking how to gain your stalkers attention back.

Billy carries full paper bags as you both walk through the local market the next morning.

You had woken up and put on a light summer dress, walking barefoot in the apartment, cursing him for only getting you modestly short dresses.

If there ever was a time in your life when you were in need of a slutty dress, this was it.

But you do what you can with what you have.

You’re like a cat, moving your hips side to side and rubbing yourself on things to get your scent to mark your territory, hoping your perfume on his belongings will spark some kind of primal desire.

If Billy noticed your attempts, he didn’t comment on them, but he sure eyed you up and down when you entered the kitchen.

“You look pretty.”

He said almost whispering but he wouldn’t look at you as he handed you a cup of coffee.

‘It’s all for you’, you wanted to say but you don’t dare to yet so you just drink from the mug and say thank you.

Now you walked parallel to the fruit stands of the market one hand linked to his arm, the other holding fresh lilac flowers.

He asked you to choose a bouquet for the dinning table. He told you that was your job from now on and you hope he won’t notice the flushing of your cheeks.

Why did that have you giddy like a schoolgirl?

You walk down the street for a while choosing fresh herbs and vegetables for dinner when you see a girl selling pastries on a stand.

She has all kinds of flavors and sizes and then your brain welcomes a memory so intense you stop on your tracks, holding Billy back with you.

Cupcakes.

Colorfully iced cupcakes catch your eye and you remember why you’re here. Billy notices too and wastes no time to take your hand and drag you away.

His hand holds your arm around his even though you’re not planning to let go.

In fact you’re scared to let go and loosing him on the crowd at the market because he’s in such a hurry, passing people that become blurry to you at the pace he’s taking you.

Both his reaction and yours don’t give you a chance to speak until you’re on the doorstep of your beach house, about five blocks from the last stand.

You look for his sight but he looks down, eyes glued to the set of keys he kept in his pants pockets, fingers moving fast trying to look for the right one while you discretely struggle to catch your breath after the commotion.

Is he mad?

He looks frustrated, almost embarrassed and you think you know why.

Does this man want you both to pretend New York never happened?

As soon as he opens up you beat him inside, moving through the small patio with terracota tiled floors.

You fake a smile before you turn back to him. He already closed the door and he stands against it, a tense look on his face.

Like you would have to kill him before he lets you walk out that old wooden door.

But he’s looking at you.

“Why did you run? I really wanted some baklava.” You sigh giggling as you head inside the house.

You can sense him relaxing and he steps away from the entrance, suddenly realizing you won’t try to run.

“I’ll get you some tomorrow.”

#Honey and wine #Pony 2 #billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fanfic

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buckybleu · 2 years

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☼ portofino ☼

pairing: mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

summary: You go on an Italian getaway in hopes it will help your writer's block. Maybe you go home with more than just a story.

A/N: It's been awhile huh? I've been very unmotivated to write the past few weeks, but in honor of my birthday today, I'm here with a gift for you! 🥳 This is a little introduction for a mini series I have planned. Happy reading! 🎂

reblogs/like/comments are greatly appreciated! ❤️

word count: 680

“So any progress? What has that wonderful mind of yours come up with now?” Your best friend's voice chimes through the speaker, you smile at her questions. The warm rays of Portofino kiss your skin, while the gentle splashes of cold water brush against your ankles.

“Other than my inked palms and the feverish scribbles in my journal, nothing really.” You adjust your sunglasses on your nose, admiring the coast. “But Italy is beautiful. The perfect place to fall in love if I do say so myself.”

“Better than Paris?” she jokingly scoffs, “We already lost one of our gals to a Parisian artist there. Is some Italian man going to steal you too?”

“In my dreams…it would be nice to be whisked away into the sunsets of Italy though.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic” she says. “No wonder you’re a romance novelist. Any cute guys there? A future husband possibly?”

You imagine the knowing smirk on her face, “Cute guys, yes. Any of them husband worthy? None that I know of. Hey, I gotta go, but I’ll call you later. Maybe I’ll meet my future husband tonight at dinner.”

She cheers through the phone, “Ciao bella. Spero che trovi un marito italiano!” (Bye beautiful. I hope you find an Italian husband!)

You slip your phone back into your bag and make your way towards the beach cafe. Children run past you, squealing in excitement as they rush behind the counter. A dirty blonde gently scolds the children, giving you an apologetic smile. Giving him an appreciative nod, you settle yourself in a seat by the large open patio.

The salty breeze of the Ligurian Sea flutters through your hair as your waiter arrives and notes your order. Your impromptu trip to Italy was what you needed. A break from the constants of home. The mundane view of your Brooklyn apartment was starting to wear you down. The block in your mind allowed little to no creativity. Any word or sentence you wrote would eventually be erased. Nothing was good enough when you read it a second time around.

Your fingers scale the pages of your notebook, flipping through to find any line that would stand out.

A firestarter.

The writing fire inside you was slowly dying. Huffing, you turn your gaze out towards the beach, watching people lounge on the golden sand, swimmers in the crystal water.

But among the sea of people, what catches your attention is the broad shouldered man in nothing but short red swim trunks. His neck and chest are decorated with tattoos, a sleeve adorns his right arm. And if you squint enough, you can see the ink that lines his fingers and hand.

As if he can read your mind, he lowers his sunglasses; his piercing baby blues land directly on you. Your heart skips a beat, the world around you suddenly goes quiet. He knows what effect he has on you…even if he’s at a distance. There’s something erotic in the way his eyes traces your figure.

Animalistic, feral even. It’s like he has found his prey, teeth ready to sink what he craves.

You will yourself to pull from his trance when the waiter brings your drink. You try to calm your rapid heartbeats. There’s a mental debate on whether you should take another glance at the mysterious man or not. One more look wouldn’t hurt? No harm no foul, right? If anything, he might inspire your next novel.

You pluck up the courage to find him among other beach goers, but he’s nowhere to be found. Maybe you were dreaming. Maybe your mind concocted up this imaginary man to help you with your writing.

“Fuck, the heat is getting to me” you rub your temples before going back to your journal. Taking a sip of your lemonade, you continuously flip through the pages of writing, unaware of the figure next to your table.

“Scusami, amore.” Your jaw nearly drops at the sight of the mysterious man next to you. His swim trunks are still wet, dripping with water. Opting for no shirt, his towel hangs around this neck, “I’m Bucky. Is this seat taken?”

You shake your head no, your thighs involuntarily clench together.

Bucky smirks, noticing how speechless he’s rendered you. He licks his lips as he takes the seat across from you, waving someone over.

“Steve! Can I get two glasses and my favorite bottle of wine for my girl and I?”

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All mistakes and errors are mine!

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beefybuckrrito · 2 years

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Splash

When you meet Ari while on vacation at the resort

Pairing: dad's best friend!Ari Levinson x f!reader (any color)

Work count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, implied age gap but no specifics, pet names (pearl, honey), oral sex (f+m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, my little knowledge on diving and boats LMAO

Author's note: aaand she's back!! After a lil 2 month break I became too thirsty for Ari and needed to get this out. I was actually writing a different dbf!Ari but then this idea popped up and ran to the top of my list hehe Beta'd by the wonderful @mjolnir-steve who with @the-sal-del-mar kept giving me great thots and hype to see this through!! Please consider commenting and sharing if you like it! Feedback is always welcome 💖

Your fingers drummed on the outside of the car door to the tune of the song playing on the radio, the warm air rolling over your skin as your dad drove down the road toward the resort. It had been so long since your family had gone on vacation and your parents decided that your graduation and their upcoming anniversary was as good a time as any to plan a big trip. Your dad spent part of the drive recounting stories about a friend from college, the man who owned the place you would be staying in. You didn’t pay much attention, though, too excited to fully let the remaining stress from school melt off of you in the sun as you laid out on the beach.

You must have dozed in the warmth of the car as you were woken by the sound of your dad opening the trunk of the car. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slid out of your seat and grabbed your bags before following your parents through the front doorway. Your eyes grew wide as you watched a man hop over the front desk and boisterously greet your dad. Long hair and a thick beard sat atop his beautifully tanned skin, his biceps bulging as he embraced your father. You caught a glimpse of the piercing blue eyes that were framed by long lashes as they glanced in your direction, making you desperate to avert your stare, suddenly finding the ceiling very interesting until your dad’s voice called for your attention.

“This is my girl, all grown up now.” Your father beamed as he introduced you to his friend.

“Thank god she didn’t get your looks.” Ari chuckled as he punched the other man in the arm before extending his hand to you, “It’s a pleasure.” His grip on your hand was soft yet firm, his callouses a bit rough on your palm. You briefly wondered what they would feel like elsewhere on your body before your mother’s voice calling you down the hallway pulled you from your filthy thoughts.

The excitement of getting to the ocean had you digging into your bag for a swimsuit, unpacking could wait. You quickly changed and made your way out of the balcony door, a sense of freedom washing over you knowing you could come and go as you pleased for the next week. School was done, your new job didn’t start for a few weeks, and you were basically flying solo as your parents were adorably wrapped up in each other for their anniversary. You dragged your feet through the warm, soft sand as you headed for one of the beach chairs off to the side. In no time, you were stretched out and happily sunning yourself, straw hat covering your face, as the waves made for the only sound you could hear.

The rumbling of an engine caught your attention and you replaced your hat with sunglasses as you sat up. A small boat slowly came to a stop and a man stepped out onto the dock, making quick work of tying it up. Your heart began to pound against your ribcage when you recognized who the beard and broad shoulders belonged to as he turned around. He looked up from the ropes to see you watching him and offered you a big wave before jogging toward you. You quickly straightened yourself out a little as you watched him get closer, the black wetsuit only accentuating all of his bulkiness, thankful the darkness of your shades concealed your eyes.

“Beautiful place, isn’t it? You like it so far?” He flashed you a grin before looking out over the water.

“Y-yeah. It sure is something.” He had unzipped the top of his wetsuit and your eyes were glued to the dip between his pecs, your fingers itching to run through the newly exposed hair. Clearing your throat in an attempt to keep you from saying something stupid, you took off your sunglasses and looked up at him. “How was diving?”

“Wonderful, as always.” He took a moment to look at your relaxed form, taking in the way the sunscreen on your skin made it shine in the sunlight, noticing you slightly press your thighs together under his gaze. He liked that he could make you squirm so easily. He licked his lips and waited another moment before continuing, “How about I take you out sometime?”

You were lost under the heavy weight of his eyes on you, only focused on how long he was looking at you and the way his full lips moved over his white teeth. By the time his question reached your ears, you had forgotten the context. Did he really just ask you out?

“That’s a bit forward, no?” You tilted your head and crossed your arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, “I’ll think about it while you get my back? I’m due for another application.” You rolled onto your belly and wiggled your hips back and forth until you were comfortable. “Sunscreen is on the top of my bag.”

Ari’s brow quirked up in confusion for a moment, only to have the other join it in surprise as he watched you pull the string on the back of your top and undo the knot. He licked his lips again, the leftover saltiness from the sea on his mustache not helping his dry mouth at the moment. Clearing his throat and shaking his head, Ari sits on the edge of the chair beside your hip. “You know, you could just borrow a suit. Won’t need more sunscreen with it on... Although it sure makes you shimmer like a pearl.”

The second he mentioned the suit, it dawned on you. He was not asking you out. You were briefly thankful that your face was hidden by your arms, embarrassment making your face even hotter than the sun at this point, but you powered through it and turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “You’re right. Tie me back up then you can show me the ropes?”

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After returning your bag to your room, you met Ari on the dock where he had laid out a black wetsuit similar in design to his. You pulled the snug material onto your body and pretended to admire the water while you knew his eyes were on you.

Your parents had taken you diving a few years ago, so you were relatively familiar with it, but you just couldn’t help yourself with whatever little dance you had going with the resort proprietor. Leaving your suit only zipped to just beneath your breasts, you made your way over to watch Ari prepare the boat. “You’ll have to be careful with me, it’s my first time.” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip to keep the smile at your little white lie at bay.

“Gotta keep a precious pearl like you safe. I’ll be gentle.” Ari chuckled and stepped into the boat and extended his hand to you. The feel of your fingers on his palm made his belly stir a little and he wondered what it would feel like to have you touch him in other places.

Once you were seated, he started the engine and you watched as the dock became smaller with your distance from the shore. You leaned back against the edge of the boat, watching Ari's hair move in the breeze as he steered the boat further out. You were again thankful for the dark lenses that shielded your eyes and the way they looked over the man’s physique. He was just so big, so beefy, and you were dying to see how far down the little peek of chest hair went. Little did you know he was looking at you just the same way. Sure, his head was held high and facing outward to the open ocean, but his own shades covered his longing gazes all over your body. He already had a good idea of what you looked like as your swimsuit had left little to the imagination, but he was still ever so curious about what was still hidden by the small pieces of fabric.

Soon, the boat slowed to a halt and you watched as Ari dropped the anchor before sitting down across from you. “Really feels like we have the whole sea to ourselves.” You turned to look around you, only seeing the sea surround the boat for miles. Your heartbeat picked up a little, knowing you were really alone with Ari now. The beach was one thing, the resort was only a few steps away and anyone could walk out there at any time. But here? Just the two of you and the sounds of the ocean.

“Isn’t it great? Feels like you could do anything at all...” Ari had taken his sunglasses off at this point and winked at you before moving closer and zipping up the front of your suit. "Now, let's get you set up with some gear."

Before you knew it, you had a tank on your back, all straps affixed to you by Ari with slightly lingering touches here and there. Once you were both ready, he gently collected your hand in his and you slipped into the water together. Granted, it had been awhile since the last time you had dived, but you were able to regain your comfort fairly quickly and swam around Ari while smiling around your mouthpiece. Eventually, you both returned to the surface and climbed back in the boat.

"Looks like you're more experienced than you let on, Pearl…" Ari looked at you pointedly as he shed his gear and unzipped his suit about halfway.

"It's not the only thing I have experience with." You smoothed your hands over your hair to squeeze some of the water out before also opening the front of your suit. “Just trying to have a bit of fun on this vacation.” Leaning back against the side of the boat, your weight was on your elbows to subtly push your chest forward. You licked your lips as you watched a bead of water run from Ari’s soaked mane down his neck and between his pecs.

“What else do you have up your sleeve, then?” Ari licked his lips as he watched you stand.

You fully opened the suit and pulled it off your body. “Sleeves are off now. Wondering what I have hidden elsewhere?” You tilted your head, watching his chest heave slightly.

“Oh, you know I am. How about you show me, hm?” Ari smoothly shed the neoprene layer and took a step toward you.

His broad frame towered over you as he crossed his arms, the position making his chest and biceps look that much bigger and enticing. The swirls of short hair across his tanned torso begged to be touched. The borderline smug tone and drop in his voice weren’t helping, either. You were wet, and it wasn’t from the recent dip into the sea.

“It’s only fair if you do the same..” You pouted and tilted your head at him, trying to give your best puppy dog eyes.

“Well, you have a top on and I don’t, so…” Ari gently drummed his long, thick fingers atop his bicep, mirth dancing in those stunning blue eyes.

“What’s fair is fair…” Playfully rolling your eyes, you reached behind you to pull at the tie on your back first, the fabric becoming looser as you watched Ari’s eyes drop to your chest. You ran your fingers up your side before slipping them behind your neck and pulling at the little bow. Before the top had fallen to the ground, he was mere inches away from you, his height the only thing really separating your faces. A shiver ran through you as you watched his eyes roam over your shoulders and down to your breasts, your nipples already pebbled just from his intense gaze. “Playing field is even now. Your move.”

Ari smirked as he watched your gaze drop from his eyes down to his torso, then his hand as he slowly undid the knot in the drawstring of his shorts. The waistband hung low on his hips, and the urge to follow the trail of hair down his belly and underneath his shorts with your lips was becoming unbearable. Hooking your thumbs into the sides of your bottoms, your eyes returned to his. You both leaned forward just slightly as you pushed your respective clothing off your hips, bare to each other in the warm afternoon sunlight. Ari closed the distance between you by cupping the back of your head and leaning down, leaving just the slightest gap between your lips, leaving it up to you.

In an instant, you weaved your fingers into his hair and pulled him down for a crushing kiss, your tongue already grazing his bottom lip. Ari hummed against your mouth and opened up to you with ease, his hand sliding from the back of your head and down your chest, cupping your breast gently. You pressed yourself further into his touch as you explored his mouth and nibbled at his plump lips. Ari broke the kiss to have his turn nipping and licking at your skin, making his way down the side of your neck and in between your breasts.

You watched as the hunched giant of a man slowly dropped to his knees as he continued leaving wet kisses along your stomach and hips, both hands now kneading your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He traced patterns in the crease in your hips on both sides with his tongue, getting closer and closer to the place you wanted him most. He walked you backwards and gently pushed you onto the seat, your legs spreading immediately.

Ari groaned at the sight of how wet you were, nearly glistening. “If you aren’t just the prettiest pearl I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled into the inside of one of your thighs. Your skin was so soft against his lips and he loved watching your squirm as he rubbed his beard into the sensitive area. He dipped his head down further, running his nose through your folds to take in your scent and tease you before flicking the lightest lick against your clit. The sweet mewl you let out went straight to his dick and he pushed your thighs apart and dove into your pussy.

The fingers you still had in his hair gripped him tighter as he expertly lapped at your folds and sucked on your clit. The more your pleasure increased, the more you wanted to wrap your legs around his head, but Ari wasn’t having it. His large hands splayed across your inner thighs as he held your legs apart, lowering his head and slowly sliding his tongue into your entrance. The whine you let out as you clenched around his tongue only spurred him on, and he growled into your pussy, rubbing his beard through your juices as he drove you closer to the edge. “Come on, Pearl. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.” He managed to slip a finger inside you before you came, continuing to hum against your clit and pump his finger in and out of you to prolong your orgasm as much as he could. Your hips bucked up against his hand and face as you rode out your release, the haze of your satisfaction making you release his scalp.

Ari watched your chest heave while you took a minute to catch your breath. Before he knew it, you had grabbed his shoulders and tried pulling him up onto the bench beside you. He chuckled at your attempt to move him and obliged, sitting beside you and throwing an arm around your shoulders. You shifted onto your hip to face him more and brought a hand up to knead his beefy pec as you nibbled at his earlobe. Your fingertips continued to travel down his muscular torso and watched his heavy cock twitch against his belly as you neared it. He groaned as you trailed kisses down his body and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, your tongue poking out to collect the bead of precum that threatened to fall from the thick, red tip. He gently rested a hand on the back of your neck, not pushing you at all, just feeling your movement as you took him into your mouth. You hummed as you slowly began bobbing your head, tongue swirling around him as the heady taste of his skin and the sea filled your senses. Ari’s moans were music to your ears and you particularly loved when he bucked his hips up at you, rolling his heavy balls in your palm. He slid his hand down your back and roughly palmed your asscheek, earning him a low chuckle while you placed wet kisses all over his cock with a wiggle of your hips.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven. Bet your pussy is going to feel even better.” His fingers squeezed your cheek again, this time moving further down and dipping a digit into your wetness, only to bring it back and circle it around your smaller hole. You whined against the hard flesh in your mouth as you clenched around nothing. Dipping your head lower, you took all of him down your throat until your nose brushed the hair surrounding his base, then hollowed your cheeks and pulled off of him with a pop!

“I need you inside me right now, Ari.” You turned over, pulling both knees underneath you on the seat and grabbing the side of the boat. A mischievous grin pulled at the corner of your mouth as you watched him scramble to stand from over your shoulder. You pushed your hips back at him, putting your completely drenched pussy on display for him.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Pearl.” Ari smoothed both hands over your hips, kneading the curves of your ass before taking his cock and running the head through your folds. “You’re just soaked for me, honey.” Tapping his head against your clit made you jump a bit and your cute little yelp made him chuckle and his dick throb. It only took a few more strokes of his head just outside of your entrance to light both of your nerves on fire. Ari slowly pushed into you, dragging his beard across your shoulders as he kissed your back, giving you time to adjust to his size.

Soon you were ready and pushed your hips back into him, drawing a satisfied groan from both of you. Ari leaned forward and placed his hands on the edge of the boat, just outside of yours, and your pinkies spread out to rest atop his thumbs. His chin almost rested on your shoulder, his beard and hot breath tickling your neck. He pulled his hips back and started a slow, deep rhythm, stroking your walls just right grinding into you. “Oh, such a pretty view. The ocean is as beautiful as ever, and now I have a pretty little pearl under me, too. Fuck. You feel so amazing.”

“So good, Ari. Right there!” Your head was thrown back against his shoulder, pleased gasps and moans freely falling from your lips into the open air. Ari peppered kisses and nibbles up and down your neck, careful not to leave marks for anyone to notice later. The sun was hot on your face, but the feeling of the gorgeous man leaning over your back and rutting into you was even hotter. You were getting close, your belly fluttering and tightening in the best way, and your pussy was clenching down on Ari.

He could tell by the breathy moan in his ear and how you just kept feeling tighter and wetter. He slowly sat up, running his hands down your sides and holding your waist, watching his cock disappear into you and be covered in a new coating of slick each time he pulled back. “Come on, Pearl. I’m loving this view but I wanna see that gorgeous face and pussy when you cum for me. Can you get on your back for me?”

You groaned, feeling him fully slide out of you and stood to turn around, first getting on your toes to capture his lips in another messy kiss before sitting down and bringing your heels up onto the seat. Pride swelled in your chest seeing the way Ari looked at you, his pretty ocean blue eyes dark and chest heaving as he stroked himself, like he wanted to eat you alive. Looking up at him through your lashes, you teased a nipple with your fingers before bringing your hand to your swollen pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Ari accepted your invitation with a new wave of hunger, sliding right back into your wet heat and gripping the edge of the boat above your head as he thrusted into you. You watched the man above you in lustful awe, the sunlight on him ignited the streaks of auburn in his hair and he glistened with sweat. Your hands grabbed at his huge pecs, your nails combing through the hair and digging into his skin.

Ari growled at the sensation, loving that you were being rough back. “Oh, don’t stop rubbing that little pearl, honey. Need to feel you squeezing the life out of me when you cum.” He pulled one of your hands from his chest and placed it back on your mound.

“Oh fuck, just like that.” The pitch of your moans grew higher the closer you were to your peak, rubbing yourself at a more frantic pace now. “Yes! Yes, oh!” Your orgasm came crashing down on you, sending your back arching up and your head back against the side of the boat. Somehow you managed to keep your eyes open and locked with the cerulean ones clouded with lust above you, a crease forming on the brows above them in concentration.

“That’s it, Pearl. Fuck. You’re so tight. Such a sweet little pussy,” Ari grunted through his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours as he relentlessly continued to pound you through your climax. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“In me. Please, Ari. Wanna feel you.” You mewled and squeezed his pec again. His pace was bordering on being too much, but so good at the same time. “Come on. Gimme me your cum.”

Your breathy voice egged him on, and he immediately lost his rhythm, falling forward and pressing his forehead against yours as he tried to drive his release as deep into you as possible. You happily cooed, feeling him pulse inside you, and wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out too soon.

After a moment of catching your breaths, Ari slid out of you and collapsed on the seat next to you. His shoulders drooped in satisfied exhaustion, and he dropped his head back against the edge of the boat, slowly turning his head to look at you. He waited a beat before a smirk tugged the corner of his mouth. “So, can I interest you in some daily diving as long as you’re here?”

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xutokawa · 3 years

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aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx

pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.3k

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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Suna

“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.

“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.

“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”

“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.

“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined.

“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.

“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.

As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you.

“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.

Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”

“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back.

Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.

“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.

“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague.

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.

“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret.

“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.

“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.

“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.

“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.

“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.

“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.

“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.

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Bokuto

“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.

“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago.

“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.

Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.

The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice.

“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.

“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.

Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind.

Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?

As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat.

Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.

Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.

The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling.

Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving.

“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”

Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.

“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands.

“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger.

“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.

Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust.

“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.

That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.

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just-here-for-the-moment · 3 years

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Tell me about Reader who’s only dated assholes (arrogant tech bros, flaky politicians, unfaithful artists, ghosting athletes, etc…) from different walks of life until she meets Frankie 👀 maybe pure FILTH ensues after a while, maybe… 👀 like. Pure fucking nasty filth. Also, beaches. 😊 maybe not at the same time tho sounds painful tbh

Ok this may have ended up softer than "filthy" but not by much!! Hope you enjoy Frankie and his magic hands, dude. Those Hands

Word count: 1200+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Frankie Morales x “You” (cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: coffee shop meet-cute; beach vacation; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; P/V sex; shower scene; mentions of food and alcohol

It was the hands you noticed first. Work-worn and calloused, but somehow also soft-looking. Big hands, nice hands, they held the door of the coffee shop open for you to enter as he left, and you almost tripped over the threshold with how distracted you were. You didn’t know you could be attracted to hands until you saw his, but somehow they were different from the soft, manicured hands of all the men you had dated before. Guys who only worked at keyboards in nice offices, who played golf or maybe drew sketches for upscale galleries, guys who didn’t mow their own lawns. Guys who got bored and left you after five days or seven weeks or four months. You hoped you would see him again.

And a week later you did, and then a few days after that, and then again the next day. And then one day you timed it just right, or he did, and you actually ended up in line together. And when you both picked up your orders, you ended up sort of fighting to give the other person the last open seats, a little two-top table, until you both just laughed and decided to sit with a stranger. Well, a nice stranger anyway. And there’s no way to sit at a tiny 2-person table like that without talking, and so it was very nice to find out that the pair of nice hands belonged to a nice man who finally gave you his name, and by the end of the conversation, his number. And so that’s how you ended up with ‘Frankie Morales’ listed in your phone and a date for the following Saturday.

And oh, wow, what those hands could do. Over the next few weeks you found out how warm they felt holding your hand, how well they fit around the side of your hip as you walked, how good they felt cupping your jaw for a kiss, and how thick they were when he slid them inside of you while he worked magic with his talented tongue.

Weeks turned into months turned into a year, and then suddenly there was an anniversary weekend to plan and a beach vacation to arrange, and you found yourself laying on a white sand beach holding one of those big hands in yours as you napped under an umbrella. You were just drifting off when Frankie’s big hand gave yours a squeeze. You cracked your eyes to watch him walk away, because you never got tired of that particular view, the broad shoulders and the golden skin and the easy confidence he carried himself with. Your Frankie.

And then he came back and offered you a cold drink and you sat up and brushed his fingers with yours as you took the cup and smiled at him over your sunglasses. And when he smiled back little stars burst behind your navel, better than butterflies because the starbursts were backed up by 365 days of knowing what those hands and lips and body could do, to you and with you and for you.

And the afternoon passed in lazy naps on the beach blanket interspersed with squealing moments in the water, Frankie splashing you or carrying you piggyback into the waves. And one big wave knocking your sunglasses loose into the water, lost forever until Frankie gives you his to wear, and tells you how cute you look with his big aviators on. And then the sun sets and it’s time to go wash up, have a romantic dinner, take a bottle of wine back to your beach view room. And when it’s dark you turn off all the lights and let the moon stream in through your open balcony door.

Frankie takes his time with you that first night, working you open with his lovely soft lips and tongue, licking and swirling you up into knots of desire until his fingers push you over the edge and you burst into pieces, moaning wordless sounds into the salt-scented night air that’s rolling through the room. And then he does it again, one more time just to feel you squeeze his fingers hard before he strokes himself and slides into you with hardly any friction at all. You cling to him with your arms and legs wrapped as tight as you can until he chases his own high and pins it down inside of you, thrusting into you and releasing his own deep groans, then making you sigh with contentment as he tucks you under his big arm to sleep.

The second day passes in a blur of laughter and a boat trip, sightseeing and catching a few precious glimpses of dolphins, and then more beach time and dinner. And another long night of lovemaking in your room, but this time with Frankie taking you on your hands and knees, feeling him pound deep inside of you, hitting that ticklish spot over and over as you gaze out the balcony door over the moonlit ocean. And then again at 1:00 a.m. when you wake up and feel Frankie’s cock hard against you as you snuggle, and you shift your hips back into him, and bump him playfully until he wakes up. And then you straddle him and he cups your breasts with those big hands as you grind against him and make him moan in the near dark.

And you wake up the next morning and he’s absent from the bed, but you hear him in the shower and you sneak in to join him. And Frankie puts those hands to good use one more time, scrubbing your back and rubbing suds all over you, tip to toe, and then rinsing you off before he makes you come on his fingers. He wraps you tight with your back to his broad chest, one big hand under your ribs and the other rubbing tight circles into your clit and dipping up inside of you by turns until you collapse and shatter for him and then come back to yourself. And then you kiss him and tell him you love him and he says it back, and you know he means it.

And you wonder how you did this before, without Frankie. How you put up with the arrogance and the dullness of the disinterested men that you dated. How you ever believed that they were worth your time. Because now you see it, the way that Frankie uses his hands and his whole heart to love you. How he listens to you and sees you, how you won’t ever be alone as long as he’s there.

And you dress and go down to breakfast and intertwine your fingers with his beside your orange juice, and you lift his hand to yours and kiss his magic fingers one by one. And he just looks at you, glowing at you like you’re the sweetest thing he’ll ever see. And then he tells you how soft your lips are, and how much he’s looking forward to tonight. And you tuck into your breakfast and you swear nothing has ever tasted this good in your life, because you’re finally with the right person, and that makes all the difference in the world.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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Hot Girl Summer

Summary: Dean and the reader are enjoying a day at the beach when Dean notices the reader is still dressed on the scorching hot summer day...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Positive Body Image

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, body insecurities

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story bingo!

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“How are you not boiling?” asked Dean. He was seated next to you in his lawn chair on the lake shore beach. Shirt off, swim trunks pushed up some, sweat covering his face behind his sunglasses and baseball cap. He grabbed his beer from the cooler between you, chugging it down. “Want to dip in the water to cool off for a minute?”

“Go ahead. I gotta run to the bathroom,” you said.

“Pee in the lake.”

“Dean.”

“I’ve already peed in the lake today.”

“Oh my God.”

“You think none of those other people out in the water have peed in it? At least half of them, I guarantee it.”

“Dean. You’re being gross.”

“At least I’m not being silly.”

“About wanting to use a hygienic bathroom?”

“First off, it’s a county park bathroom. Taking a piss in the parking lot would be more hygienic. Second, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” You narrowed your eyes behind your sunglasses, Dean reaching a hand over, resting it on your t-shirt. “Would you take off your shirt and shorts and go swimming with me? Please?”

“There are people here,” you said quietly.

“Sweetheart.”

“I don’t look like that,” you said, nodding at the woman that stood from her chair nearby and started to walk into the water, wearing a tiny red bikini.

“I’d be concerned if you did. I might think you were a shifter or something.”

“Dean.”

“Y/N. Do I have six pack abs?” he asked, poking his stomach.

“You’re normal and muscular. Your thighs are smaller than mine.”

“Your arms are smaller than mine,” he said. You rolled your eyes, Dean sliding his hand down to yours. “Your hands are smaller than mine. Why does it matter about being smaller?”

“Because that’s what’s pretty and I don’t want people looking at me all day.”

“Because you haven’t been obsessively staring at every single woman on this beach all morning yourself. Whether they’re a size zero or twenty, you’ve stared at every single one and they’ve stared at you already. They’re already looking so why give a fuck?”

“It’s just...some days I think I look great and others I don’t and today is one of those ones where I don’t. I just don’t want someone staring at my stomach or hips or thighs or boobs or whatever and saying stuff. It’s always...it’s always the clothes look good on the model or the bikini looks good on the mannequin when I buy it and then I just…”

Dean squeezed your hand before resting it on your thigh.

“You don’t have to convince me of anything sweetheart. I know what I see in you. I know what I see and what I love. I know I can’t tell you how attractive I find you and suddenly you’ll feel that way about yourself. I don’t like me sometimes. Most of the time. But I get shoved in my face how to be a man more than what I should look like so I don’t think I’ll ever know to the extent women get it. I just want to go swimming with my girl and have some fun today, not solve both our body insecurities in one discussion. If you want to wear your shirt and shorts that’s okay. I’d like it if we could just have fun today and not sit here baking in the sun fretting the whole day.”

“Me too,” you said quietly. You took off your sunglasses, Dean ditching his and his hat on top of the cooler. “Let me put some more sunscreen on your shoulders first.”

You grabbed the bottle and squirted some of the cool liquid on his back, Dean humming as you rubbed it in.

“Your freckles have really come out today already,” you said.

“You’re gonna have to play your counting game tonight,” he chuckled. You wiped the excess down his back and arms, Dean standing as you set the bottle down. He held out a hand for yours but you looked down at yourself instead.

Two hours you’d already spent spinning your wheels, nitpicking your body, wondering why you couldn’t fit in smaller shorts. Wondering why you took up more space than you thought you should. You looked to the right, a woman in a white bandeau top and floral high waisted cheeky bottoms. She looked about your height, your size. But she had a big smile on her face, looked so fucking good and pretty. The guy she was with wasn’t hiding the fact of how he was openly taking her in, a big smirk on his face. The girl seated a ways back in a different group of people wasn’t hiding it either.

“Would you put some more on me?” you asked, glancing at the bottle.

“Sure,” said Dean. You pushed down your shorts as he picked it up, kicking them off and leaving them on your chair. Your shirt came off next and you adjusted your bottoms some as Dean squirted the sunscreen into his hand. “Let me get your chest so you don’t burn.”

“Don’t try to cop a feel,” you teased, hating how it sounded a little forced.

“Don’t tempt me,” he chuckled. You looked past him as he made sure to get the newly uncovered spots, Dean’s lips brushing your ear after a moment. “Okay?”

“I’m okay. Let’s go cool off, Dean.”

“That’s a cute shirt,” said Dean late that night as you were out to dinner at a place near the lake and your cabin you were renting. He took a bite of his chicken sandwich and hummed. “Is it new?”

“Bought it awhile ago,” you said. It was a tube top with a bottom that flowed out at the hips and had a cutout in the back, showing off more skin than you normally were comfortable with.

“I like it,” he said, letting out a quiet burp. “Wanna get this ice cream thing for dessert? It’s still pretty warm out.”

“Sure,” you said, surprised to see a dirty glare cross Dean’s face. You spun around when you saw he was looking behind you. Two guys were leaving the bar area for a table, both of them staring at what you guessed was your back. You sighed, Dean grumbling to himself. “Dean. Let it go.”

“You’re not meat,” he mumbled.

“Huh?”

“The tall one’s been checking you out from the second he got in.” Dean leaned over and kissed you, shooting the guy a warning glance.

“I think he got the message,” you said.

“Better have,” he mumbled. “See? The only the one that hasn’t thought you were hot this whole time is you.”

“Well...maybe I don’t think I’m hot but maybe I’ll be less nervous to show some skin, wear what I want to wear.”

“You’re still gonna wear my shirts though right?”

“Obviously.”

“Good cause that shit is extra hot. Like you in that dark henley and those shorts fucks me up in a good way.”

“I could just wear nothing at all?” you teased. He grinned, leaning closer across the table. “That’ll be second dessert.”

“Yes it will,” he hummed. He pecked a quick kiss to your lips, slipping back into his seat. “Have fun today?”

“A lot of fun,” you said. “After I got out of my head.”

“Good,” he said quietly. You reached over the table and grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Dessert?”

“Let’s make it to go,” you said. “Save it for after your other dessert.”

“Sounds perfect to me sweetheart.”

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roscgcld · 3 years

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GOJO SATORU || ends of the earth

request: can i request a scenario where Gojo and non-shaman!F!reader are on their first date, and they visit the beach to watch the sunset, and gojo suggests they head near the water to dip their feet in for bit because why not? turns out f!reader has a phobia of the ocean due to an incident when she was younger, which is a shocker bc f!reader appears to be very confident and fearless and independent . at first, gojo finds this sorta funny, but after seeing the severity of her fear, he tries to help her conquer her it. she climbs his back as he heads towards the shallow end of the ocean, just where the oceans crashes on the shore (after a lot of convincing on gojo’s part). 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕 just something really fluffy while showing the goofy side of gojo, and his soft and considerate side! thank you!!!!

note: honestly, i love this idea honestly cx this is so cute - i can see gojo doing this for his lover if she is scared cx it’s very fluffy and such a fun thing to write for c: also I changed it so that they are both dating for awhile, since i struggled a lot writing it the other way around lol cx but i think this isn’t that bad??? so i hope you don’t mind~

pronouns: she/her

The smell of the ocean was the first thing that hit your senses once you got out of your car, glancing over at your boyfriend to see him smiling widely at the sight of the quiet beach before you two. Today will be the first time in awhile that you get to see your boyfriend, with him busy being a sorcerer fighting curses across Japan. Because of this, you two decided that a date was in order.

Hence why you two found yourselves at a beach after you two made some simple picnic food to eat. “God, I can’t remember the last time I saw a beach.”

“Don’t make yourself sound so old.” You said with a soft smile as you grabbed the beach mat whilst he grabbed the basket with the food you prepared, Gojo just giving you a cheeky smile in response as he lowered his sunglasses a little, revealing his beautiful glowing blue eyes over the round rims of his sunglasses. “You love me regardless.” Was his simple response, to which you just raise an eyebrow at him before you locked the car behind the both of you. “I’ll let you think that’s the case then.”

Ignoring his dramatic gasp, you made your way down the entrance of the beach, walking down the steps leading towards the sandy beach. If you were being honest, if you had a choice, you wouldn’t have chosen the beach to have your date at. When you were younger, a huge wave had swept you out to sea once; and if it wasn’t for a nearby surfer who heard your mother’s cries for help, you would have drowned. Ever since then, you had never stepped a foot into the ocean anymore.

However, you’ve never told your boyfriend this fact. Maybe it was because it didn’t come up, or maybe it’s because you were embarrassed - but you’ve never told him that you had an insane fear of the ocean. Hence why now, while you watched him try to pick the best spot to have a nice picnic by the beach together, you were trying to not show how nervous and awkward you were as you stood on the warm sand.

You had wanted to say something to him about the beach, but when you saw how excited he got at the idea to visit somewhere as simple as a beach, the words got stuck in your mouth. Since you weren’t in swimwear, you had decided that there was no harm just sitting on the coast. So, you swallowed you anxieties and walked towards your excited boyfriend, helping him set the beach mat down before you two settle down on the slightly rough and scratchy surface of the beach mat.

Soon the food was unwrapped and you two were laughing and joking with one another as you slowly went through the sandwiches you made from home. Besides the simple cold cut sandwiches, there was also the strawberry sando that Gojo had begged for you to make earlier. “See, isn’t this nice?” Gojo grinned as he looked over at you, dressed in a simple shirt and a pair of shorts, his skin seeming to glow underneath the slowly setting sun in the horizon. You could barely take your eyes away from how gorgeous and effortless he looks just sitting there, eating his sandwich.

You swear it wasn’t fair how perfect he was.

“You say this when you drag me away from work to cuddle you on the couch.” You commented back with a soft grin as you raised the chilled bottle of milk tea you had purchased at the petrol station when you were filling up on petrol. Gojo hums at the memory as he grins over at you, grabbing a tissue to wipe his mouth clean. “Princcess, you should know how much I enjoy spending any time I can with you.” He said with an innocent shrug, to which you just smiled at him warmly, knowing that underneath the teasing tone was him telling you the truth.

It made your heart warm, but you didn’t miss the chance to tease him a little. “And here I thought Mr Playboy Gojo will never settle down.” You tossed back teasingly, remember how Ieiri had mentioned that you had somehow managed to tame the flirtatious and womaniser Gojo when you first met his long time friend and co worker. Gojo just grins before he leans over to peck your lips softly, causing a light flush to travel up to your cheeks at how spontaneous that kiss was.

“Well, what idiot would let such an amazing woman slip through his fingers?”

His words caused your blush to deepen as you reached over to push his face away from yours, trying to hide your blush behind your free hand as he laughs and kisses your palm gently. With that the both of you returned to your food, slowly making your way through the rest of it. Then sunset had started to paint the beach in an array of beautiful colours just as you were packing up the rest of your cutlery.

Gojo tosses the tissues back into the basket as his sapphire blue eyes now on full display as he enjoys the sunset. “Princess, leave the basket for a bit.” He suddenly said as he looks over at you, causing you to pause as you tighten the bottle of half finished milk tea in your hands. “I want to walk along the water for a bit, the water looks extra nice today. And if I had an extra pair of clothes, I would have jumped in awhile go.” He ranted as he got up, dusting his shorts off; and somehow completely not noticing how you froze in fear at the idea of going to the water.

At first Gojo didn’t notice that you didn’t up with him until he was half way towards the shore when he realised that you aren’t behind him. Looking back curiously, he noticed how you seem to be frozen on the beach mat. “Hello? Earth to Y/N?” He called back to you with a confused frown, which only deepen when he realised that you looked too pale for his liking. At first he had no idea what was wrong with you until something clicked in his head, causing him to frown even more.

When Gojo firs met you, he admired the fact that you were fearless. You do not have Cursed Energy, yet you are able to see Curses - which was how Gojo saved you from becoming the next target of a Second Grade Curse. Well, when he got there you were handling yourself well - smacking the monster like Second Grade with your frilly pink umbrella, yelling at how it should ‘keep your disgustingly slimy and wet hands off my clean sweats’ while you assaulted the poor Curse. You weren’t doing much damage, yet at the same time the Curse was completely terrified of you to actually make a move.

Gojo actually watched for a few moments before going over to help you, asking how were you planning to exorcise the curse with your pink umbrella. Only to barely dodge you smacking his head with it. It was that moment when he knew you were the one though.

So you can’t blame him at how confused he was at to why someone who is brave enough to attack a Curse without a weapon looked terrified of the lightly crashing waves of the ocean. “Hey.”

Your eyes snapped towards a pair of glowing blue eyes, blinking rapidly as you tried to calm you slightly erratic breathing. However, you can never hide from your observant boyfriend, who frowns even more before he takes your shaking hands in his. “Y/N, are you afraid of the ocean?” He asked you in a soft voice, to which you just made a face before quietly looking away, as if you didn’t want to answer his question. Yet that alone gave him the answer he needed to know. “Princess, why didn’t you tell me? We could have went somewhere else if you are scared.”

Immediately your eyes looked over at his for a moment before looking down at your lap once more. “I just...you looked so happy, asking to come to the beach.” You mumble quietly, trying to take your hands back from his so you can fumble with your fingers out of habit. Gojo stopped that, squeezing your fingers between his as he tries to catches you gaze; realises that you were actively avoiding it. Eventually he lets your hands go in favour of cupping your face in his hands, forcing your eyes to look up at him.

“Y/N...you should never force yourself to do something you’re not comfortable with.” Gojo mumbles softly with a frown, to which you just bite your lip before you glanced away from his ever knowing eyes - knowing that deep down he was right. “You should never put yourself through something you’re not comfortable with, even if it’s for me.” He mumbles with a soft frown, to which you just let out a soft but shaky sigh, leaning forward to bury your face into his chest.

“But you always do so much for me..”

For a moment there was just silence before you felt Gojo nudging the side of your face with his nose, causing you to look up at him with nervous eyes. “I’ve got an idea.” He commented with a soft smile, something that was rare for you to see on his face as well. This caused you to raise a curious eyebrow as he grinned softly, an eyebrow raised as well. “Why don’t we try and overcome your fear together?”

It took a lot of convincing, and a lot of whines and blushes on your end before you agreed to get on his back. His plan? He plans to walk towards the end of the ocean with you on his back. He promises that he wasn’t going to drop you, and if he did, he’ll buy you bubble tea from the bubble tea store near your apartment. However, it took him giving you puppy eyes before you allowed him to turn your back to him; wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders tightly as you buried your tensed face into his neck.

The soft rumble of Gojo’s chuckle caused you to blush hard, gently kicking your foot out in frustration at him seeming to laugh at you as he started to walk towards the shore. “Cutie.” You heard him mumble softly, which had your heart skipping a beat once more and the blush on your cheeks to darken.

A few more steps and soon you heard the sound of the waves gently crashing onto the shore, causing a shiver of fear to slice through you as you tighten your grip around your boyfriend. “Loosen up, princess. You’re about to choke me.” Gojo said with an amused tone in his voice as he took another step forward, his feet resting on the wet sand beneath them as he tosses you an amused smirk. “We can definitely play tonight if you want.”

His words caused you to blush hard as you pulled your face out of his neck to glare at him murderously, only to be distracted by the crashing waves that were around you. Immediately you clammed up once more as you buried your face back into his neck once more; your entire body shaking from the fear. This cause Gojo’s teasing words to stop at the tip of his tongue as he tighten his grip on your legs, feeling bad that you looked so scared of the ocean. “We can go back if you want.”

At first you thought about it before you shook your head slowly, taking a few deep breaths to calm your pounding heart. “You sure, princess?” Gojo asks you in a calm yet soft tone, waiting for you to give him another nod before he smiles softly. “Alright. I’ll just stand here. You can look up when you’re ready.” He said simply, letting you know that he was just going to just stand here until you’re ready to look up.

It took awhile, but slowly you inched your eyes up to look up at the horizon before you. Only to have your breath taken away at the sight of the sun now setting at the horizon, the warm sunlight panting the world in an array of pinks, oranges, yellows and reds. You watched in awe at how the soft waves seem to reflect the sunset perfectly, creating a beautiful scene before you. The fear you felt inside slowly started to melt away as you watch the scene before you in awe, entrance by something as beautiful as a sunset by the ocean.

You were so distracted that you didn’t notice how Gojo was watching you over his shoulder, love and adoration practically oozing from his very person as he tighten his protective grip around your legs. It was this moment that he vowed that no matter what, he is going to protect you with his entire person.

That you were worth going to the ends of the earth for. Because you are his everything.

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Forbearance

Kim Seokjin Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: Give him a break, okay? Finding out his girlfriend’s bias wasn’t him is a pretty hard hit to the man’s ego. He has a right to be a little... possessive.

•••> Pairing(s): Seokjin/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey love, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot where the reader is dating Seokjin, but he accidentally finds her old fangirl stuff and discovers he wasnt her bias and jhope was? And ya know he gets all jealous and possessive;) btw I love youu”

•••> Word Count: 4.41k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, oversensitivity, dirty talk, our jin is a jealous boy, possessive!jin, idol!jin, cursing, alcohol use

Thank you for the request, anon! I thought it was just going to be a drabble, but I guess not! I hope you enjoy :)

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Seokjin called for you from your old bedroom, feeling insecure about going through the things in your closet.

“It’s okay, babe! It should be in there somewhere!” You yelled back, obviously busying yourself with tonight’s dinner before you moved your stuff into your boyfriend’s home.

Seokjin’s lips spread into a tight line, clearly uncomfortable with the action of prying into your life before you met him. He was never one to judge character nor the one to actively seek out every detail about you. He respected your privacy and your boundaries enough to never ask, waiting until you were the one speaking about it.

It was what sparked the relationship between you two in the first place. A respect for privacy and the skill of having patience.

You had met him at a fishing beach; the sun was almost fully set and it seemed that Kim Seokjin needed some time away from the boys and the spotlight.

You were sitting in a camping chair, waiting for the telltale signs of a fish nipping at your line when you noticed the man walking over to the next open slot of shore rocks just five yards to your right.

Conversation was minimal, but being in a setting where patience was what kept a person sane meant that you were fully capable of waiting.

It was strange how you hadn’t noticed it was him. Of course, he wore a mask and sunglasses along with a baseball cap, but Kim Seokjin’s personality was seemingly unique and quite noticeable. The man who sat next to you was someone completely different.

He was quiet, patient, reserved, and outright plain. After a short conversation with him about how the fish were biting that day, you understood that the man went there for quiet- same as you. So you gave it to him.

You just couldn’t help but notice that he continued to sit next to you for the days to come. He would come out every other day or so and sit next to you, regardless of the amount of spots available around. You would talk about the weather affecting the fish, ponder over the current position of the moon to judge the tide, and then resume the silence. It was almost as if you were basking in each other’s quiet presence.

His voice, a familiar tone of inflection, was evasive. It seemed as if he was purposely lowering his voice to distort it, but you could never bring yourself to ask why. Instead, you settled on listening to him speak as his beautiful brown eyes cast a wistful gaze into the bay.

From what you could see, he was handsome. You could see his eyes when he took off his sunglasses at night and the occasional tuft of hair that stuck out from under his ball cap. His shoulders were incredibly broad, stretching every jacket and sweatshirt he wore almost to the extreme.

He sat in his chair like he had run a marathon, slouching so far that his long legs were almost entirely off of the seat. It looked as if the man was dreadfully exhausted.

Light conversation seemed to pick him up from his slump but you didn’t want to press too far, knowing that the man was undoubtedly hiding his identity. You were okay with this, practicing the patience you had learned from fishing throughout your everyday life.

Each time you spoke, the conversation slowly got further and further. The day that you got to talking about what he did for the day, you learned that he lived an active and busy lifestyle. He came to fish for the calm and relaxation- a break away from it.

After a little over a month of meeting with the man to enjoy the silence, he disappeared.

You never got a name; never got an age; you knew next to nothing about him.

You continued to show up in your usual spot, hating when someone else sat where he would, but you couldn’t be rude and tell them to move.

You weren’t going to stop your hobby of fishing just because he did, but it seemed as though your reason for going to fish had shifted. You had gone expecting to see him walk up with his tackle box and fishing rod at his usual time. You only found yourself disappointed when he didn’t.

Several months passed with no sign of your mystery man. Eventually, you had forgotten about him, his presence a mere, fleeting thought whenever you looked at his old spot.

The day he returned, he was almost unrecognizable under the light of the moon.

The cool spring weather had morphed into hot summer evenings and transitioned to chilly, late-summer-early-fall nights while he was absent. Instead of the basic black street clothes of the usual fashion that the young men of Korea wore, he was dressed professionally and warm.

A long, beige peacoat hung from his shoulders in a way that the width of the shoulder seams did not stretch and, instead, looked perfectly fitted as the length fell to his knees. He wore a black turtleneck that was tucked into black skinny jeans, secured into place by a brown belt with a pair of brown leather dress shoes to match.

He didn’t even wear a hat, revealing his light brown hair. All that remained of his old style was the black mask that he wore to cover his face.

The man held no tackle box in his hand; a cooler hung from his fingers and a camping chair was nudged under his arm. In the place of his fishing rod in the other hand was a small bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, thank god.” He breathed. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I’m still here.” You chuckled. “I’ve been coming here for years.”

He sat as you spoke, repeating the same actions with his chair as you had pictured him doing countless times in the past months. Your fishing buddy was finally back and looking as handsome as ever.

“Have you?” He huffed as he sat back in his chair. “I only just found out about this place back in April. It’s quite nice.”

“Yes, it is.” You agreed, turning your gaze to watch the lights from the nearby city reflect off the surface of the water. He wasn’t changing his voice anymore and you couldn’t help but recognize it immediately.

For a moment, you processed his presence- he was actually here. Then, you turned to him again with your eyes trained on the cluster of yellow flowers sat atop his small cooler, attempting to keep your cool.

“What’s the occasion?”

“A celebration of friendship.” He laughed to himself as he grabbed the bouquet and raised it to you, avoiding your gaze.

“A friendship?” You asked, taking them from his grasp and looking down at them. “These are very pretty. Thank you.”

“I figured it’s been a while since we met and you seem to be incredibly kind, so why not be friends?”

“I don’t mean to be rude- I’m totally cool with being friends with you- but I don’t even know your name.” You laughed, hoping that this would finally be the day he revealed himself.

“I’ll only tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Easy.” You laughed. “My name is Y/N.”

“Please don’t... freak out or anything...” He muttered, raising his hand to take his mask off his face. Your heart beat wildly in anticipation.

As soon as he peeled the loop from his ear, your mouth slightly fell open on its own accord and you were suddenly starstruck by the fact that Kim Seokjin sat next to you.

“My name is Seokjin.” He kept his gaze lowered as if he was ashamed of his identity.

“I’m a huge fan.” You were speaking impulsively, unable to think about your words with the beautiful man so close to you. What else could you say?

“Oh, are you?” He asked, slowly lifting his gaze to meet your own.

“I am. It is very nice to meet you, Seokjin.” You were keeping yourself under control and you had no idea how, practically vibrating in your chair.

“And it’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Reaching into his cooler, he plucked out a bottle of soju and two shot glasses. “Care to share a drink over our newfound friendship?”

Grateful for the distraction, you took one of the glasses. “I’d love to.”

Your friendship with the idol bloomed. Under the strict condition that you never told anyone of your meeting spot- not that you wanted to or anything- you and Seokjin would continue to meet up on occasion and fish, sharing a drink or two and learning about each other.

When he found out about your love for his own band, he laughed and teased you for being a fangirl. When he continued to show up after the revelation, it exhumed ultimate trust that you couldn’t resist returning.

The other strict condition of your friendship was that you couldn’t meet anywhere but the beach. Six months of seeing the man you were gradually falling for in one spot became exhausting, but you couldn’t complain. Sure, you couldn’t go out for coffee or see a movie because of the fact that there were eyes everywhere, but you were okay with having your own little secluded paradise away from society.

It seemed that patience wasn’t one of Seokjin’s better traits, because even he came to complain about hanging out with you anywhere away from the brackish water.

One signed confidentiality agreement and an established set of rules later and he was being sneakily rushed into your already open front door so that the neighbors wouldn’t see him. It sort of reminded you of your younger days when you were sneaking a boy in so that your parents wouldn’t catch you.

His schedule wouldn’t allow you to see him more than two times a week, but it allowed for the two of you to retain a certain level of privacy that taught him more patience. Despite the lack of consistency, each time he came to see you sent butterflies into your stomach and a need to grow closer.

It only took a month of him visiting you before the media began getting suspicious of Jin’s whereabouts. His disappearances from his home to undisclosed locations drove the world into speculation of a solo career or a new music video- or a woman.

The more the rumors ran around, the less you saw of your friend.

It was hard to be apart from Seokjin, fully aware of the fact that you were falling for him. The idea that he could possibly have feelings for you was next to impossible to believe; all you were to him was a break away from the fame and cameras. Even as he rest his head on your shoulder with an arm around your waist while you watched a movie from your couch, you found it hard to believe there was a possibility for more.

You had the world in your embrace. How could you possibly ask for more?

A year of being friends with Seokjin proved to be the ultimate trial to test your patience. You never stepped out of line, hardly ever let yourself dream of being with him, but always imagined what it would feel like to press your lips to his gorgeously plump ones.

To say you passed the test was a decently literal way of putting it.

Exactly one year and two months of knowing Kim Seokjin, not including when he was a nameless man who you sat with, was all it took for him to start showing signs of more.

You sat in your usual spots on the beach, drinking soju, when he turned to you and asked if you ever thought of dating him.

“All the time.” You blurted in response, cursing under your breath immediately afterwards at your lack of hesitation.

Instead of responding, Seokjin burst out laughing. He tipped his head back and guffawed to the night sky but all you could do was laugh cautiously with him in confusion. Worry raised in your heart at the chance that you finally crossed the line even as you swooned over his endearing laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You built up the courage to ask after he calmed a bit.

“I promise you that I am not laughing at you. I’m actually laughing at myself.” He wiped a building tear from the corner of his eye.

“Why?” You asked.

Instead of responding to your question, he turned to you with all hints of joking wiped clean by the serious expression on his face.

“Do you want to date me?”

You stopped breathing for a moment at his question, heart seemingly skipping a beat and fingers gripping your chair tightly in disbelief.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Please let me know if I’ve crossed the line, but would you like to go on a date with me?” He grabbed your hand in his and held it close to his body. Even in the cold weather, his hands were as warm as ever.

Kim Seokjin thought he was crossing the line? He thought he was shooting his shot to someone he had a minor possibility of dating? Being patient couldn’t have been more rewarding than in that moment.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

Of course, the media was all over your first date with the man.

Even from inside the fancy restaurant you sat in, you could see the camera flashes from across the room in your secluded corner. Seokjn simply waved them off and continued to sip on his wine, telling you to pretend that they weren’t there.

For you, the pressure was intense. The entire world sat on your shoulders as they tried to scare you away from the man you loved.

Despite the harsh scrutiny and the offensive comments, your time of waiting on Seokjin had thickened your skin and reinforced your resolve. Your ultimate test of patience left you with a sense of serenity in the tense world.

You could wait for the attacks to die down. You could be patient- Kim Seokjin was worth it.

As time went on, people cared less and less about your relationship after realizing that you weren’t going anywhere. You had predicted as much.

To celebrate your two-year anniversary together, your boyfriend finally asked you to move in with him.

He was nervous, to say the least. Seokjin wanted you to live with him because he found your apartment to be quite small- it was about time to give you more.

Now, two days after the proposal to move in- on his free weekend- he was helping you move out of your apartment.

Everything was going smoothly, as he expected, up until the moment you told him to go into your closet and grab the box of clothes you had set aside to donate.

He wasn’t expecting to find a small box stuffed into the back of your closet with BTS in large sparkly letters decorating the top. After he pulled it out and dusted it off, he opened it to find photocards and trinkets of his brother, Hoseok.

Gingerly, he dipped his fingers into the box and pulled out a tiny, pink pouch that perked his interest- Seokjin never faired well with fighting his curiosity of material things.

Pulling out the small chain, he let a grimace riddle his features whilst he surveyed the six silver letters of Hoseok’s name adorning it.

“Oh.” He heard from behind him, causing him to jump and quickly drop the pouch and bracelet back into the open box in his lap. “So you found those.”

“What is all this?” He asked while gesturing to said box, an ugly inferno of jealousy beginning to curl inside his stomach and snake its way up his throat. All Seokjin could think about was the fact that Hoseok was your bias and not him. Sure, he never asked, but you could have at least told him that he had competition.

“I- uh-“ You stuttered. Your hesitation to answer warranted him to stand and approach you with an eyebrow cocked and a storm brewing in his eyes.

“Am I just a ploy to get to him?” Seokjin’s anger was obvious, yet you couldn’t help the lick of excitement as he became possessive over you- a trait you rarely saw on the man.

“No!” You were quick to answer his question, closing the space between the two of you to grab his hands in your own. “Babe, I swear! Those are from years ago! Before I met any of you!”

Although Seokjin knew that you were telling the truth, he still seethed in response and let his jealousy show. You seemed to like the jealous side of him, so he decided to maximize his advantages of the situation. It was also hard to ignore that he was growing slightly uncomfortable in his pants.

“Then why do you still have them?”

“Because my friend made them for me and they’re special!” You defended, wanting him to hold your hands. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly and pulled you so that your body was flush against his. You were left to stare up at his towering frame.

“Well,” He chuckled, letting go of your hands and bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise but he only growled and smacked you on the ass with so much force that you yelped out in pain.

Seokjin threw you down on your tiny bed and you looked up at him in anticipation when you noticed the sly smile thinning his plump lips. He leaned down, placing a knee between your legs, as his gaze locked with yours.

“I’ll give you something fucking special, J-hope stan.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname, bringing your arms up to wrap around your shoulders as he pecked you on the lips and trailed his lips down the side of your neck.

Once he placed a kiss on top of your clothed nipple, Seokjin wasted no time in lifting your shirt over your chest to press his tongue and lips against you. You sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tipped your head back and let him work over your areola.

“Does Hobi know how sensitive you are here?” He asked, licking your nipple immediately after. He brought his thumb to the other one as he kissed it again. “Would he even figure it out?”

Instead of answering, you threaded your fingers into his hair blindly, wrapping your legs around his waist while he lowered his mouth further down your body. The notion left you quaking in its wake.

His nose feathered down your stomach while he whispered his next question.

“Does he know how soft your skin is?” Seokjin pressed his lips to the skin of your waist and you craned your head up to look down at him, catching his gaze promptly. Seeing his lips against your skin had your legs pressing against his sides even tighter. “Would he even appreciate it?”

He backed up and pulled your underwear and shorts down your legs to bare your pussy to him, not wanting to tease you at all. He was on a mission and you wouldn’t stop him.

By the time he got his face between your legs, you were already spasming and dripping.

Your boyfriend looked at you with a smirk on his lips. “Could he get you this wet?”

His tongue pushed between your folds and flattened to rub against your clit to lap up once with a groan building in his chest before he pulled away. “Would he even taste you?”

You whimpered, dependent on Seokjin for pleasure as he pressed his tongue on your clit and slid two fingers into your depths to scissor you open. For a good minute, he pumped his two fingers into you and shoved his tongue onto your bundle of nerves as if trying to completely lick it off your body.

Your first orgasm was sharp and intense, causing you to cry out and dig your fingers into your boyfriend’s scalp. He pulled his lips away from you for a moment to look up at your heaving body.

“Could he even find how sensitive you are right-“ He brushed his fingers against the spot that had your mind reeling. “-here? Could he make you feel good? How would he even begin to try?”

The oversensitivity had your senses dulling and your lips babbling. “He wouldn’t. God, Jin. He wouldn’t.”

He continued to sink his fingers into you, harshly laving over your clit with his tongue in between his words as if he were fucking you already.

“You just-” Slurp. “-taste like-” Suck. “-fucking candy, baby.” You gasped at the loss of contact and squealed every time he returned his tongue and covered you with his plump lips to wildly swirl the hot muscle into you.

Being forced into more orgasms wasn’t new for you, however, it was always on his dick that you sobbed your way through countless climaxes. The pleasure of being pushed over the edge by his tongue was completely new and unabashedly erotic.

You screamed and writhed against Seokjin’s hand splayed possessively over your stomach, trying to get away from the contact but helplessly struggling against him. One after the other, you were painfully shoved into cumming, but it’s only when you squirted onto his chin that he finally let up.

“I bet he couldn’t make you squirt like that.” He darkly chuckled.

You, sweaty and breathless, lay under him with a bead of drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth. Mindlessly, you affirmed his statement.

“He couldn’t. He couldn’t.” It was almost as if you were chanting now.

“You’re damn right, he couldn’t.” Seokjin stood on his knees and quickly pulled his jeans down just enough for his dick to pop out before eagerly settling himself between your shaky legs once more.

Pussy raw and throbbing, you needed him to fill you properly to balance out the sensitivity on your clit. It was almost painful.

“This pussy is mine.” Seokjin grabbed his dick and looked down to slap his tip against your clit repeatedly. Your legs jerked in result, body responsive to the slightest touch on your nub. “You’re all mine.”

“Jin,” You whimpered. “Please.”

“I know, baby. I know. Be patient.” And he slid in slowly.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and threw your head back into the pillow again. The pleasure was blinding and you tensed your entire body at the sensation of him stretching out your insides.

“He could never know how tight you are.” Seokjin grit his teeth as he bottomed out. “How fucking warm-” You gasped and your eyes rolled back as he nudged his hips to try pushing himself further inside you, succeeding in dipping slightly deeper into your walls and crowding himself against your womb almost uncomfortably. “-you are.”

At this point, all you could do was sob in confirmation. “He couldn’t.”

“I’m not gonna lie.” He pulled out and thrust into you once, then twice, and then paused while heaving above you. “You got me all worked up with how cute you sound so I won’t last very long. I’m going to need you to cum one more time. Can you do that for me, love?”

You nodded almost immediately, knowing that all he needed to do was toy with your clit to send you over the edge.

With a harsh beat, your lover ferociously fucked into you and grabbed one of your thighs to widen your legs. With each clap of his skin into yours, you let out a small huff while he literally fucked the air from your lungs.

“Cum, baby. Cum right now.” He strained.

“I-” You cried, holding onto him for dear life as you desperately needed that last nudge to send you hurtling towards ecstasy. “I can’t. I n-need-“

“Hobi can’t fuck you like this, Y/N. Can’t fill you up and make you scream like I can. But you can’t cum for me?” He smashed his swollen lips onto yours and messily pushed his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two of you. “What do you need, baby? What do you need me to do?”

Your clit practically screamed for attention from your prior orgasms, but you were too focused on not actually crying to tell him. Instead, you snaked your hand down your body towards yourself and Seokjin followed your trail down to where your bodies joined, noticing immediately how swollen and red your clit was. His expression softened in realization.

“Oh, does my girl need her pussy touched?” He crooned roughly.

You nodded feverishly, sniffling.

“Okay, love. I’ll touch.” And he did.

Your orgasm was almost instantaneous. Your body, battered and exhausted, trembled as it seized up to accept his thrust for the last time that evening. In all its pain and bliss, your climax was glorious.

“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck-” Seokjin growled as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “Squeezing me all tight like that. You’d never squeeze Hobi like that.”

Even through your pleasure, you felt him clutch onto you tightly, slowing his thrusts and sinking himself deeply to empty his release into you.

“That’s my girl.” He groaned after he stilled, slumping against you. For a moment, the two of you breathed and relaxed in each other’s presence.

You chuckled, turning your head to kiss his head. “That was pretty hot, babe.”

His head shot up from your shoulder immediately. “Not at all! How could you stan Hobi and not me?”

“Babe, I was so much younger. Of course, the one who is a literal ball of sunshine was my bias. You can’t get enough of Hobi.”

“But I’m your boyfriend…” His eyebrows turned up at you and pouted all the while his dick still lay wedged between your legs. Slowly, you pushed him off of you so that you could go clean up.

As you stood, you walked to the bathroom and laughed again. “Yes, you are.”

Even as you were walking away, you heard him mutter under his breath.

“Hobi would never walk away from me like that.”

All you could do was giggle at his statement, knowing that he would eventually get over it.

Kim Seokjin was the one you loved. Who was Jung Hoseok?

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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A Beach Day to Remember {Clyde Logan x Reader}

author’s notes: made it just under the wire for this week’s writer wednesday :) it’s a bit different from my usual writing MO, but I honestly had a blast with it and I’m decently pleased with how it turned out, actually. I wrote this late at night while I was half-asleep lol so sorry if it’s a little all over the place! thanks, as always, to @autumnleaves1991-blog for hosting & @clydesducktape for helping out! it’s such a great and fun weekly tradition!

warnings: fluff. humor. romance. beach fun. chair wrestling. a quick lil makeout session (nothing explicit).

no tw’s :)

word count: 2.2k

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By some miracle, you’d convinced born-and-raised country boy Clyde Logan to accompany you to Miami Beach for a week. A whole week, you couldn’t believe it.

And...he actually bought a pair of swim trunks. Sure, they were a West Virginia Walmart buy, but hey, he bought a pair; you’ll take what you can get.

Who was this man and what has he done with Clyde Logan?

He’s never really been to the beach before, Mamma Logan didn’t like bein’ in the sun too long and Pappa wasn’t about to cross her, so this was his first time.

Your family used to vacation here every year, so you were relatively familiar with the notoriously rowdy town. The first evening and night consisted of you showing a wide-eyed Clyde around Miami’s bustling night life. But, when the sun came up the next morning, he was revving to get down to the beach.

You had to talk him down a bit there at first, convincing him to eat somethin’ for breakfast before spending a whole entire day in the sun ‘cause if he passes out, he’s on his own getting back to the condo.

“I’m gon’ go get changed fer the beach!” He says excitedly, clapping his hands together and doing a little jog over to the dresser the second you two get back from your sidewalk cafe breakfast.

You smile at his enthusiasm, trying to remember the last time you saw him so openly excited and smiley. After only a few moments of thought, you realize that you’ve never seen him quite like this before. But, you’re certainly taking a liking to vacation Clyde.

Both Mellie and Jimmy requested plenty of photos of, and this is a direct quote, “Clyde’s long, pasty-ass legs in swim shorts”, and you’re nothing if not accommodating...

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom, you quickly say “Smile!” and snap a picture of him in his leaf-pattern hunter green trunks. He frowns, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey now pumpkin, who’re ya sendin’ that off to?”

You giggle, typing out his sibling’s contacts into your messages. “Nobody...”

His eyes widen when he sees Jimmy and Mellie’s names. He tries to grab the phone away from you, but as he takes it, his palm accidentally nudges the little ‘send’ icon.

“G’damnit! I fuckin’ sent it to ‘em!”

You’re cracking up as he frantically tries to somehow un-send the message, despite you trying to repeatedly convince him that there’s literally nothing that can be done at this point; the message is permanent.

Almost immediately, the replies begin to pile in and Clyde quickly puts a hand over his face as your phone chimes continuously.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“‘m never gonna hear the end ‘a this when we get back home.” He groans. “Now they got that picture forever and they’re never gonna stop showin’ it...Oh ma god, they’re gonna put it in our weddin’ slideshow, a-and our future kids ‘re gonna see it, and it’s gonna be shown at ma funeral...”

You laugh, shaking your head as you put your hands on his bare, freckle-painted chest. “Hon, I really wouldn’t worry that much about it. It’ll all blow over in a little bit, I promise. Plus, I now have evidence that you actually came to the beach with me. I have a feeling our future kids won’t believe me when I tell them this story someday.”

Clyde starts laughing, running his hands down the curve of your body before landing on your hips. He pulls you in for a kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

Your face scrunches when he starts licking into your mouth and the bitter taste of zinc overwhelms your taste buds.

“Mmmm, mmm, Clyde?”

He pulls away, brows furrowed.

“Did you put some zinc on your lips?”

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away bashfully. “Oh, yeah, I did. ‘m sorry, I forgot ‘bout that.”

“It’s alright, no need to apologize.” You chuckle, shaking your head. “I love you.”

He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead this time, rather than your lips.

“Love ya too, pumpkin.”

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Clyde’s like a kid at a candy store when he gets down to the beach, quickly putting the cooler down on the sand and dropping his chair down next to it. The sunglasses sit just above the bridge of his zinc-whitened nose as his head moves around to drink in the sights unfolding before him.

You giggle to yourself as you watch him, setting your beach bag down with the cooler before beginning to set up your chair. But your man quickly jumps in and insists on unfolding the chair for you even though, as you’ll soon find out, he has zero idea how to operate a folding beach chair. To be fair, it was one of those older-fashioned ones that had sustained quite a bit of rust.

“Now, how in the world...?” He grumbles, trying to unfold the stubborn thing. He tries just about every method he could think up, at one point he was trying to use his flip-flop equipped foot to aid in the unfolding process, but he still cannot get the damn chair open.

Eventually, a curious (and very entertained) bystander comes over and helps the two of you out with your chairs, and both of you thank them profusely before finally beginning your day at the beach. Clyde remains standing, continuing to look around at all the things happening on the beach while you lay back and open your book to begin reading.

After a bit of sunning time, you and Clyde head down to the water. You keep your feet in the cool water while he stands further in, little waves crashing mid-calf. He finds a nice shell and runs up to put it back at your little setup while you stay and watch as the natural push and pull of the ocean slowly buries your feet in the sand.

Suddenly, a flesh arm comes on your back and a metallic arm scoops behind your knees, lifting you up as you squeal.

“Clydeeee!”

He laughs, rushing into the water while holding you bridal-style, water splashing up all over both you and him with each of his massive strides. As soon as he knows he’s deep enough, he starts swinging you back and forth.

“One...Two...”

You’re in a fit of laughter, playfully hitting his chest. “Noooooo! Stooopppp!”

“Three!” Clyde tosses you into the blue-green water of the Atlantic as you screech, a big splash accompanying your collision with the surface.

You emerge a moment later, quickly rushing up and jumping into his arms, causing him to fall backwards into the water. He laughs when he resurfaces and splashes you in the face teasingly, to which you respond by doing the exact same thing.

“No more splashin’!” He says, chuckling to himself at the irony of his exclamation.

You laugh, splashing him one more time. “You’re the one that started it, you goof!”

“Now, let’s not play the blame game, pumpkin.” He smiles jokingly, then wraps his arms around your torso, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Both of you spend a bit more time in the water before heading back up to your chairs to dry off in the sun and re-apply sunscreen. Clyde ends up falling asleep, a few shells he found in the water spread out on the top of his thighs as he snoozes.

Only about fifteen minutes later, you look over and put a hand over your mouth to cover the giggles that come when you see that one of the shells has sprouted some legs in preparation for an escape attempt. The creature begins crawling and he starts squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation, clearly beginning to re-awaken from his early afternoon slumber.

When his eyes blink open and he looks down, he gasps, launching backwards in his chair. Unfortunately, the old-school beach chair already struggles to hold his massive form, so when he jumps back, the chair gives out and breaks clean in half, sending Clyde back into the sand.

The poor crab is thrust into the sand, but it’s alright, quickly crawling back towards the ocean. You immediately stand up, trying not to laugh too hard until you know he’s completely alright.

“Oh my fuck...Clyde! Are you okay, hon?”

He nods, chuckling softly. “’m alright, though I can’t say the same for this here chair, though.”

You giggle, helping him sit back up in the sand. When he’s fully sat up, he’s still smiling and laughing, shaking his head.

“Well, I suppose I owe the condo owners a new beach chair.”

A full, active day at the beach has you pretty fucking exhausted when you two finally head back up to the condo around four in the afternoon. You take a quick cat nap while Clyde showers, then you hop in and wash off the day’s sunscreen and sand.

While you’re in the shower, Clyde rifles through his duffle and pulls out a little velvet box, popping it open to expose the glittering diamond ring that sits on a little pillow. He smiles at the sight, knowing that tonight’s the night he’s finally gonna ask you to be his forever.

He’s been waiting for the right moment for a short while now, and after the fun y’all had at the beach today and the sunset beach walk he’s planning to take you on before your fancy dinner reservations later this evening...he can’t think of a more perfect time to do it.

You step out of the bathroom and Clyde scrambles to quickly tuck the ring box into his khaki pants pocket. He smooths his hands over the fabric before standing up, face breaking out into a wide smile when he sees the beautiful sundress you’ve got on.

“You’re so beautiful, pumpkin.” He says, smiling as he walks up to you, hands on your hips. “Always so, so beautiful.”

Your expression stretches into a bright, genuine smile as you get up on your tiptoes for a kiss. “Thank you, Clyde. You look awfully handsome yourself this evening.”

“Oh, well, thank ya, darlin’.” His cheeks grow red as he looks down for a moment, shoving his hands down in his pockets. “So, do ya wanna go on a sunset walk ‘fore our reservations?”

You agree, and the two of you head back down to the beach. His fingers fiddle with the little box in his pocket as you walk along the beach. Soon, you reach an old lifeguards stand, painted in brilliant mint green and flamingo pink colors. The ‘No Lifeguard on Duty’ paint is still visible, even after some seeming wear and tear to the outside of the building.

The sun’s touching down on the horizon line as he guides you up onto the old structure’s small front deck, and you lean over the railing together as the sun sinks down.

Your head turns to look over at your beloved boyfriend, admiring the way the sherbet sky reflects off of and compliments his alabaster skin. God he’s beautiful, you think to yourself for what has to be the millionth time in your three years of dating Clyde. He’ll forever be the most beautiful man in your eyes.

He turns to you then, standing up with a shaky hand reaching out to take yours. “Uh, Y/N, there’s somethin’...somethin’ I wanna do ‘fore we head off to dinner.”

You nod, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sure, hon. Are you alright, though? You’re shaking a bit.”

“’m alright, pumpkin.”

Clyde nods and then, he sinks down onto one knee, wobbling a bit as he adjusts to the new position. He steadies shortly after and then, he pulls the box out of his pocket and opens it up, exposing the ring he spent hours picking out for you.

You’re in shock, hands over your mouth as he smiles up at you, tears already forming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I-I knew when I first met ya that you were gon’ be the woman I wanted to s...spend the rest of ma life with. Y-Yer so funny ‘n kind ‘n so, so beautiful; yer just...yer perfect, p-pumpkin.”

You feel the tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes as he continues, tears now running down his cheeks as well.

“I love y-ya more than life itself, Y/N, an’ I...I wanna spend the rest of ma livin’ days on this planet by yer side. Will ya...will ya marry me?”

Time seems to stand still for Clyde, then, his nerves overwhelming and overtaking his entire being. The seconds between his final word and your response are some of the longest and most anxious seconds of his life, but damnit, they were well worth it.

“Yes, Clyde, yes. O-Of course I’ll marry you.” You say, smiling as he stands to pull you in for a passionate kiss.

He’s overjoyed, really, heart racing but in the best possible way. You said yes. You’re gonna be his wife, his Mrs. Logan.

“God, I love ya.” Clyde whispers against your lips, pulling the ring from its place on the delicate pillow. “I love ya so, so much, Y/N.”

“I love you t-too, Clyde.” You smile, holding your left hand out for him to slip the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately pull him in for a hug. “I can’t wait to marry you, hon, can’t wait to become Mrs. Logan.”

He grins widely, pressing another few kisses onto your lips.

“Mrs. Y/N Logan, ma beautiful wife, ma forever partner.”

You nod, sniffling softly.

“Your forever partner.”

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fairyoftbz · 3 years

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sunburnt | s. eric

☀ pairing: pharmacist! eric x fem!reader ☀ word count: 1.4k (i really can't write sth small smh) ☀ genre: fluff, sort of beach!au (?) ☀ tw: sunburns, some swear words here and there ☀ synopsis: after spending an afternoon at the beach, you painfully realised that you got sunburnt. ☀ a/n: I know it's shitty but this is just to express my pain bc I always get sunburnt lmao ☀ requested: no

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Getting rid of all the sand in your belongings, you swiftly slid your feet into your flip-flops and walked towards the bar located at the end of the beach. The barista handed you the bottle of soda you asked for and walked away, adjusting the sunglasses perched on your nose as the sun was still shining brightly.

Taking the afternoon off to enjoy some peace away from your bustling life was the best self-care decision you ever made. You kept your destination hidden and turned off your phone as soon as you stepped a foot in the burning sand, wanting the focus to be on yourself only. Work had been restless, and your colleagues had been giving you a hard time, so you wanted to spend some time alone to enjoy the time being, away from stressing at your desk and being in front of the computer screens all day.

The afternoon was pleasant. You had swum in the ocean for a while, drying on the sand until the heat became unbearable and went back in the water. Tiredness took over your body at some point, feeling thirsty and hungry, giving you a good reason to leave, excited to go back home to chill on your balcony instead. In the higher floors of the building you lived in, the air was still salty but fresher, and you preferred this over anything else.

Pausing for a quick second, you uncapped the bottle of soda with a swift flick of the finger before taking long sips, the sparkly feeling refreshing your throat. You sighed in relief when you reached your car, setting your bag and towel inside. But, as you were about to close the trunk, a sharp pain travelled your entire body, shooting from your upper arm to reach the lower part of your back. Confused, you winced and lowered your arm, walking to the side of your car to look at yourself in a window.

Your skin was gleaming bright red, suddenly feeling the uncomfortable pain of a throbbing sunburn. Placing your hand on your shoulder blade, you touched the skin and your eyes widened, feeling it burn under your palm and your skin turning white where you had pressed your fingertips.

With gritted teeth and a clenched jaw, you pushed the trunk down before locking your car despite your discomfort. Finding a pharmacy was the only way to relieve you from his pain because you doubted that the products found at the grocery store would be very efficient.

You quickly entered the first store you found, asking for directions. The man behind the cash register gestured you to the nearest pharmacy, bowing at him before going back in the sweltering heat. The more you moved, the more effort you had to reassemble to keep walking, realising that not only your shoulders were sunburnt, but also the remaining limbs of your body.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” you cursed yourself at the negligence you had for yourself, delicately placing the strap of your purse on your shoulder as you winced again.

It wasn’t the first time that you got this type of ache, you almost got sunburnt every single summer. Though you had tried every sunscreen purchasable in the market, nothing was well enough to shield your skin from the UV rays, no matter how high-protecting and promising the tube of sunscreen was. You shook your head as you walked to the pharmacy, mentally preparing yourself to suffer at every single movement you’ll do for the next few days.

The glass doors of the drugstore slid open, letting the air conditioning welcome you in a fresh embrace. Your skin lightly itched as you neared the never-ending mister a little too close, the simple contact of water against your skin was enough to make you wince. Looking around the shop for a while, much to your dismay, you couldn’t find any after-sun lotion. Replacing a tube on the shelf, you were about to ask for help when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You slightly flinched at the sensitive skin of your neck wrinkling as you turned around, offering a half-smile to the person in front of you. Wearing a white blouse above a white t-shirt and some chino pants hitched up at the end, the man in front of you greeted you with a smile, eyes filled with care and worry as they lingered on your reddened skin.

“Can I help you in any way?” he started, and you nodded, taking your sunglasses off, involuntarily displaying more of your sunburnt face. He hissed empathically at the sight of your red skin, and you sighed before bitterly chuckling.

“I know I should have been more careful, but I can't find a single brand of sunscreen efficient enough to protect my skin. Maybe you have some products that could help me heal it, at least?” the pharmacist nodded as his eyes couldn't leave the redness of your skin, his actions allowing you to see his name on the tag above his blouse pocket: Eric S.

“You need to be cautious, it's bad to ruin your cells and break some skin layers. I have rarely seen such type of sunburnt, it looks like you’re going to have to be patient for it to heal correctly. Uh, okay, let me go check if I have something for you,” he mumbled while detailing your skin, his fingers gently resting on your shoulder to turn you around, observing the reddened skin your clothes allowed to show. His eyes widened for a quick second at the damage, nodding at you before disappearing in the back office, his front pieces of hair flying up as he passed in front of a fan.

You stood there, waiting for him to come back, faking your interest in another product as the fresh air of the pharmacy allowed your body to cool down for a while. You couldn’t do anything with your body, crossing your arms became so hurtful that you had to stay with them dangling on your sides. Fortunately, the pharmacist was quick to come back with a large lotion pot in hand and a cylindrical tube in the other. He got hailed by another waiting customer but was quick to politely redirect him to one of his colleagues, walking back to you with a caring smile painted on his face.

“So, I have this lotion that is aloe vera based, and its benefits are very good for your skin. Not only for sunburns but also in general, if you have dry skin or even acne. It’s very moisturising and anti-inflammatory, and you can apply it as many times throughout the day as you want. You could also apply pure aloe vera taken straight from the branches, but I’m scared that all the local stores have run out of it,” he explained with a smile, walking towards one of the unoccupied cash registers, typing a few things on the screen.

“And the tube? What is it for?” you pointed at the thing, the pharmacist’s eyes not leaving the screen as he turned the tube around, recognising the white and orange packaging of a famous French brand for you to read.

“This is French thermal water, the same one that we diffuse at the entrance”, he said as he gestured to the steam of mist escaping from the machine next to the sliding doors. “It can help you freshen up and cool down your skin when the sunburnt is as consequent as yours. My sister uses it a lot, and it’s efficient according to her. She uses the cream as well, and she wears a bathing suit, it's the best way for the product to sink in well,” you thanked him as you took your wallet out, grabbing your credit card and pressed it against the machine, which emitted a sound at the end of your transaction.

“Don’t hesitate to come back if you need further explanation or anything else. Have a nice day!” your fingers grazed against his as you took the bag from him and walked out of the store, reaching inside the bag once you were on your way back to your car.

However, you stopped in your tracks as some ink coloured your fingertips, finding a post-it note stuck on the inside of the bag. The paper grabbed your attention by brushing against the skin of your forearm as you wanted to grab the facial water mister, impatient to get rid of this stinging sensation on your face. You frowned and peeled the note off, noticing hasty words messily scribbled on it.

maybe I can teach you correctly to put on sunscreen to avoid any other sunburns? ;) call me xx-xxx-xxx

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kopikokun · 3 years

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Beach Day Blues༄ l.dh

↳ Out on a day trip to the beach with your boyfriend and his friends, you’re anticipating a fun time filled with sunny memories and sand filled swimsuits. What you’re not expecting is the cold shoulder from your usually happy-go-lucky boyfriend, but you’re going to get to the root of this issue, even if it’ll kill you.

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader ft. yuta, mark & jaehyun

content: fluff, beach day, reverse comfort fic, jealousy fic, very mildly suggestive ending

word count: 2053 words

Request 36: Haechan + “I need a hug.” (42) + “You’re cute when you’re angry.” (47) + “You own my heart.” (59) + Jealousy

← BACK TO NAVI.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Perhaps you’re being delusional. Perhaps you’re just dehydrated or, maybe, you rationalise, the scalding rays of the evening Sun have burned not only your skin but your brain cells too (if there were any to begin with). Maybe all of this is just in your head and you’re overthinking it.

“Hey,” someone hisses, “is it just me or is Donghyuck giving you the cold shoulder?”

At the question, or rather observation, your head swivels an almost sharp 90 degrees to stare Yuta straight in the eyes. “So, it wasn’t just me thinking that!”

Yuta chuckles. “Yeah, he definitely seems off…” He peers at Donghyuck discreetly from beneath his sunglasses before turning back towards you. “Did you guys get into a fight or something?”

“A fight? No way!” You pause, suddenly doubting yourself. “At least, I don’t think so…”

Though you’re confident in your verdict of innocence regarding a fight, Yuta’s question prompts you to briefly run through the events of the day. To preface things, you, your boyfriend, Donghyuck, and a few of your friends—namely, Yuta, Jaehyun and Mark—had decided around half a month ago to clear up one day in advance for a ‘beach day’ this week. The idea had sprung after someone had brought up how nice and sunny the weather had been lately, and everyone just unanimously came to the conclusion that sunny weather equals beach day.

You had begun packing for this trip a few days ahead to the surprise of everyone including yourself, which is a testament to your overwhelming excitement, because you rarely--if ever--pack that early for just a single day trip. But who can blame you? This would be your first official trip with Donghyuck. No, you should rephrase that. This would be your first official trip with Donghyuck as your boyfriend. You’ve been on plenty of trips before when you two were just ‘friends’, but now--and maybe this is the romanticist in you which you’ve successfully kept stored away up until recently speaking--it just feels different. You’re sure someone out there can relate, because you’ve never been one to obsess over something as feeble as a label, yet this trip has had your stomach in knots for ages.

The packing process had gone smoothly--neither you nor Donghyuck had forgotten anything--and so had the car ride over. As far as you can recall, your day at the beach so far has gone without a hitch too. You’d had a little picnic, dipped in the oddly warm sea, played some beach volleyball (badly) and gotten some icecream afterward. No fights, no issues, no nothing.

Maybe, you think, he found out I was involved in that little switch up with the sea water. You don’t entertain the idea for too long though immediately casting it away, because you know Donghyuck would never be the type to get so upset over a prank.

So, why the attitude?

You gaze at Donghyuck’s back, hoping that this mystery might just unravel itself if you stare long enough.

“Huh…” Yuta’s voice tears you from your zealous staring competition with Donghyuck’s shoulders. “Then I wonder what’s up…”

You sigh. You know you should confront him and have a mature conversation about what’s bothering him, but that’s so much easier said than done. Maybe this is God’s way of punishing you for ridiculing all those scenes in cheesy teen flicks where the couple would experience a major fall-out because of poor communication. During said scenes, you’d be pulling your hair out, internally screaming at the couple to just freaking talk already, yet now that you’ve been presented this obstacle for you to overcome yourself, you’re erring on the side of caution.

Come on, you reason, I’ve been friends with Donghyuck for over half-a-decade and we’ve gotten into our fair share of arguments during those five years. What’s so different about now?

Yeah, you’re right. You find yourself agreeing with your own thoughts, physically nodding along like you’re speaking to someone. Yuta raises a concerned eyebrow at you. Nothing’s different compared to then. You’re doing it again. He’s just my boyfriend, and that’s just a label. Stop. Obsessing. Over. Labels.

Admittedly, it’s a bit embarrassing having to psyche yourself up to do this, but that’s not what’s important right now. What’s important is that little pep-talk, no matter how laughable it sounded, has gotten you to stand and saunter to Donghyuck with utmost confidence. In hindsight, you should’ve said something to Yuta beforehand instead of just springing from your seat and marching away. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind though, as it was obviously preoccupied with something arguably much more important than giving him the luxury of context.

You decide not to be too transparent about your feelings at first as you take a seat beside Donghyuck on the sand, leaning your head on his shoulder, hoping that all of this was really just your imagination getting the best of you. You silently plead that he’ll perhaps treat you like he normally would, giving you a little peck on the cheek or at least wrapping his arm around your waist. Unfortunately, your hopes are smothered just as quickly as they arise because Donghyuck doesn’t even bat an eye at you, continuing to chat with Jaehyun and flat-out ignoring your presence. Still optimistic for a reaction, you leave a chaste kiss to his bare shoulder, just to let him know that “Hey, I’m here!”, but to no avail. Infuriatingly, he doesn’t even flinch. All he does is drone on to Jaehyun about something you couldn’t care less about.

You huff. Audibly. A last ditch effort in vying for Donghyuck’s attention. It goes just as well as your previous attempts. You cross your arms, glaring at the side of Donghyuck’s stubborn little head, hoping to bore a deep hole through his brain. Maybe then he’ll finally take notice of you. Sensing the undeniable tensity in the air, Jaehyun clears his throat awkwardly, offering Donghyuck some lame excuse about needing to take a piss, before shuffling away. Well, at least someone knows how to take a hint.

With Jaehyun’s departure, you’re left alone with Donghyuck. Usually, he’d be leaping to drown you in affection the second you two had privacy--or even if you two didn’t, to be frank--but all he does now is fiddle with the strings of his swimming shorts absentmindedly.

“What’s wrong, Hyuck?” you finally ask, desperate to break this frustratingly suffocating silence. “Is something wrong?”

Finally, after what seems like centuries, Donghyuck acknowledges your existence, though the look he gives you is not a pleasant one. In fact, it’s one of agitation. His tongue prods at his inner cheek before he says, tone bitter, “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

Evidently taken aback, you crease your eyebrows at him. “I… Did I do something wrong, babe?”

“Oh, come on,” he scoffs, scornful amusement overtaking his normally amiable features. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know. You can just come out and say it.”

“Say what, Hyuck?”

“How much more you’re into Mark than into me,” Donghyuck says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You can’t help but laugh, simply bewildered as to how on Earth he came to this conclusion. “I’m into who now?”

“Mark,” Donghyuck rolls his eyes, “don’t have to pretend like you’re surprised.”

“I’m not into--” you sigh, a smile of disbelief tugging at your lips. “Okay, tell me why you think I’m into Mark.”

“I don’t think. I know,” Donghyuck argues and you scoff, “but it’s obvious. And I have proof. Take when we were playing volleyball for instance. The whole time, you kept eyeing Mark up and laughing at his jokes. All of them. Even the weird ones that nobody gets.”

You snort. “Baby… I wasn’t ‘eyeing Mark up’, I was watching him just in case he missed the ball. And about the joke thing, to his credit, some of them were actually pretty funny! But, as for the the rest--and don’t tell Mark I said this--I felt kinda bad nobody else laughed at them, so I just laughed along with him. Trust me, I’ve been in his shoes before and it sucks. Not all of us are born as naturally as funny as you, Hyuck.” You’re a little remorseful that you’re essentially dissing Mark, but you’re sure he’d understand. Your relationship’s on the line here.

Donghyuck harrumphs, but you can tell by the slight quirk of his lip that he’s a little tickled by you poking fun at Mark and he’s totally been swayed by your compliment.

“Okay, fine that explains that, but how about when we went swimming just now? Why did you and Mark keep exchanging funny looks?”

“That?” You giggle. “You know how your drink was mysteriously replaced by seawater?”

“Yeah,” he trails off, his suspicion growing by the second.

“Who do you think that was?”

Donghyuck groans. “Wait, that was you? Seriously? That was mean, babe.”

“Aww, I know, Hyuck. I’m sorry,” you coo. Your hand inches its way closer to his as you attempt to intertwine your fingers together.

Donghyuck rejects your endeavour of fondness. “Nu-uh, no way. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh my God, Hyuck, there’s more?” you complain, though there’s a tint of amusement in your voice.

“Yes, there’s more, and you won’t be able to worm your way out of this one either,” he says smugly, as if it’d be a good thing if you in fact, couldn’t worm your way out of his next accusation. “How about when we went to get ice cream and you kept sliding up next to him?”

You pout. “I just wanted to try the watermelon popsicle he got.”

Donghyuck blinks at you, his once irritated expression dissolving. He seems dumbfounded as you hold his gaze, your mirthful smile never faltering. He turns away from you. “Oh, well… then whatever. I guess you aren’t into Mark.”

“Hyuck,” you say, hand crawling up his arm, “were you jealous?”

“Well, yeah, obviously,” he deadpans, still refusing to meet your gaze.

You giggle. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

His cold facade is immediately abandoned at your teasing intonation, and just like that, your cheery Hyuck is back. “Baby,” he whines, readjusting himself so he’s facing you head-on, “don’t tease me. I couldn’t help but be jealous, you know?”

“And why is that?”

Donghyuck purses his lips. “Why? What do you mean why?” He gestures up and down, eyes sweeping over you. “Look how pretty you are! What am I supposed to do when you look this good all the time? It’s unfair, really, that you’re this pretty.”

A blistering heat, one that is much hotter than the Sun, gathers in your cheeks. “Oh really now, Hyuck?”

“Yes, really,” he says, genuity seeping into his every word. “Literally, everyday I’m surprised you’re even real.” You grin bashfully and Donghyuck pounds his fist to his chest dramatically like he’s been shot. “See! You’re only smiling and I’m already having heart palpitations at just twenty years old.”

“Okay, okay, Hyuck. You can stop hyping me up now,” you chuckle. You’re beyond glad that your boyfriend has returned to his spirited self, but you know you should address what just happened seriously, just in case. “But hey, I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. Looking back, it definitely could’ve been misinterpreted as flirting and I would never want you to have any reason to feel insecure about our relationship because you own my heart, Hyuck.”

“Aw, babe, you can be really cheesy when you want to be,” says Donghyuck, pinching your cheeks. He plays what you said off casually, but you know that deep down, it resonates with him, and he honestly appreciates your sincerity. “Come here, I need a hug.”

“Right now? There are people around, Hyuck.”

“But you look so good right now. I can’t resist.”

“I don’t know, Hyuck…” You smile demurely.

“Alright, then what about,” Donghyuck reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering, “we ditch the beach day and go cuddle in the car? My skin’s burning, anyway.”

You grin. “They’re gonna notice that we went missing, you know?”

“So?” Donghyuck challenges, leaning in to place a short but telling kiss on the juncture which connects your ear and your jaw. “Even better. I want them to know.”

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