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saylorsaysstop · 3 months

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He Catches You | Bat Boys 18+

↪ Masterlist (Jason) | Masterlist (Dick)

↪ DICK GRAYSON

He told you it was going to be a late night and not to wait up for him. But that didn't take away the fact you were desperate for relief. It had been a rough day after all

You couldn't stop thinking about the other night when Dick rocked your world to the point you saw stars. Your mind replayed the images of his hands all over you, his lips marking you as his, the way he possessed your body with fire-fueled touches

So out came the vibrator

After you finished up the last of your work, the bright pink toy eyed you until you gave in and picked it up. You planted yourself on the bed and before you knew it, you were on your knees, moaning his name freely into the space of your shared apartment

Time got away from you because that one orgasm wasn't enough. The smell of Dick's aftershave and cologne on the pillow that you stuffed your face against to muffle the cries of pleasure was like a newfound drug that pushed you to the edge over, and over, and over again

Spread out and gripping the edge of the headboard to steady yourself while your other hand worked the vibrator inside of you, you never heard the door unlock. You never heard him step into the house

"Dick, yes! Oh, you're so good to me. Please, please, please. Let me come, Dick. Let me come, I'll be so good for you."

His neck grew hot. His stomach turned a flip. One minute he had a bag slung over his shoulder, the next he was stealthily making his way into the bedroom

His mouth dropped at the sight of your ass tucked into the air, your nails threatening to splinter the wood of the headboard. You needed more

His pants grew insanely tight at the sight of you rubbing your clit in tight circles as you panted his name, your hips starting to roll with the thickness of the toy working inside you

"DICK!"

He prowled to the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over the slick coating your inner thighs. You were almost there. One more orgasm and you'd call it a night

But what you didn't expect was a large, warm hand to dance up the bottom of your spine to your hair

"Look at that... Getting off, are we?"

His words were like a balm soothing your desperate need to come

''Come on, baby. Don't stop. Give me one."

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing your boyfriend's eyes glazed over with one powerful emotion: lust

"Dick, I-"

He instantly shut you up by reaching under you, his clothed front pressing into your naked backside. He used his thumb to play with your clit, adding delicious pressure while he kissed down your spine and watched the toy buzz

"Finish yourself off, baby. Let me see you fall apart... Love knowing you can't help yourself when I'm on patrol. You gonna come, sweet girl? Go on... Lemme play with your clit, help you out a little. You want that?"

Your whimper was the only response he needed before he finished you off in seconds

↪ JASON TODD

You thought you could be sneaky with it and have some fun in the shower before Jason got back

The two of you had argued earlier that morning about him getting hurt and not telling you which led to you not speaking to him. You valued his life like it was your own and you wanted to make sure he was safe on patrol with the boys

To satiate a need that he wasn't there to fulfill right now, you hopped into the shower and found yourself grabbing the detachable showerhead

The moment you put the water pressure on its desired setting, you knew this would be quick, but effective

Although what you didn't expect was for him to get home just as you were in the cusps of a hard orgasm with the showerhead sitting right on your clit. Delicious pulsations overwhelmed you as the coil in your belly tightened, and before you could give your mouth permission, Jason's name was heavy on your lips

"Jay, you feel so good. Please don't stop."

Your mind was flashing with vivid imagery of him railing you into the mattress with your feet sitting on his shoulders, his cock so big and filling that you felt drunk off of it when the night was over

Jason smirked to himself at the sound of your whimpers. He knew you loved that showerhead. He'd used it on you himself after all

Leaning against the doorframe with his shirt already discarded and the strain of his arousal pushing against the metal zipper of his pants, he watched as the fogged-up shower portrayed his favorite movie

His excitement grew when he saw your hand plaster the glass as an earth-shattering moan ricocheted inside the bathroom

"JASON!"

He grew thicker with need and decided enough was enough

"Hey, baby girl... Started the show without me, I see."

You stopped abruptly, the throes of your orgasm releasing you. You weren't embarrassed, not even in the slightest

Wiping your hand across the glass of the shower, your eyes boggled when you saw Jason standing upright in attention, his hand fisting around his cock

"Oh no..."

He smirked like a trickster. He reached you in two strides and yanked open the door. In a flash, he had your chest pressed against the cold tile wall and the showerhead in his grip

"Let's see if I can make you come harder, yeah? Bad girl, thinking just because we had a fight, you think you don't need me. This."

He pressed his length against your backside as he said 'This'

You knew he was going to punish you for it, and oh, you were beyond ready to make it up to him

↪ TIM DRAKE

College was hard and the studying felt like it would be the death of you. Tim was coming over later to help you out but before he did so, you felt the impending urge, the need to relax

As you sat at the kitchen table, unsure of when Tim would be coming through the door, you decided to offer yourself some relief. Maybe a quickie with yourself would be enough to calm your nerves

The moment your hands skated down your exposed belly and dipped underneath the waistband of your shorts, you shuddered from your own touch. There was nothing like Tim's hands on you but when push comes to shove, yours would do just fine

You teased yourself a little until you dipped a finger beneath your underwear to find that the slick had gathered. Collecting it and rubbing your clit in a few gentle circles before tightening up, your lips trembled with a soft moan, your eyebrows pinching together

Somehow you got lost in your touch. You leaned back in your chair and hurriedly shed your shorts. Tim wouldn't be here until later, you told yourself

You propped one foot up on one chair, your other foot on the other, and spread your legs wide. You pushed your fingers into your hot entrance and started rocking your hips back and forth, your cries echoing off the walls as you threw your head back and imagined Tim's hands in place of yours

"Tim, I love your fingers so much. They make me feel so good."

Little did you know though, Tim was standing outside of the door. He heard your moans and he inhaled sharply, the bag containing your favorite snacks as well as dinner balanced in his arms. He wanted you to relax. Now he knew how you needed to relax

He used the spare key you gave him to unlock the door softly. When he walked in and saw your legs spread, feet propped up, and your fingers hurriedly working your clit in circles, he nearly dropped his things

"Tim! I'm gonna come!"

Please do, Tim thought, his throat growing dry

His pants grew tighter and he felt like his t-shirt was suffocating him. So he set the items down in the living room and gently made his way into the kitchen area where you were furiously trying to come

He saw as your fingers exited your entrance, how wet and shiny they were. That's when your eyes caught him and you gasped, throwing your legs down and rushing to cover yourself

"TIM!"

"I didn't... I wasn't... Oh wow, you're so wet. I'm sorry!"

He blinked and watched you with a blush rising to his cheeks. But the ache to taste you- that battle was winning in his mind. So without saying another word, he walked over to you and got on his knees in front of you

"W-what are you doing?"

He spreads your legs and takes a look

"This all for me?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Good girl. So good. Let me help you, sweetheart."

Your eyes widen as Tim dives in, his lips claiming your clit. He wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. He'd finish you off before you could yourself

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triassictriserratops · 2 months

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do we think the Capitol would have actually gone out of their way to make Peeta's Victor house accessible to him as an amputee (as a show of pride of what they can offer their victors and to force gratitude) or do we think they absolutely wouldn't have on the basis that they wouldn't acknowledge his disability?

I'm honestly split on this.

Either way, I fully believe that after the war, eventually Katniss would have gone out of her way to make absolutely certain that their home was accessible for Peeta. (Safety bars, a shower seat, detachable showerhead, etc)

#the hunger games #thg #peeta mellark #thg series #katniss everdeen #everlark

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absentlyabbie · 1 year

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don't be afraid of buying things that make your life easier. don't talk yourself out of it, beat yourself up for being "lazy", or shame yourself for not being able to do things the "right" way so you don't deserve to try it a different way.

if there's a thing out there that can make something faster, more bearable, less painful, more tolerable, anything like that at all, and you can afford it? you have the right, you deserve it, and you should do it.

i've stuck for the last several years with exclusively those detachable sprayer showerheads, because i need to be able to sit down in the bath and it makes the entire operation easier, so i'm less likely to risk a concussion or pass out or wobble and slip.

for the last few years, i've been using one with a little powerwash spray setting and i use it before and after every shower and it keeps my tub and shower cleaner so much longer, which is great because i hate cleaning the bath and can put it off for months, and scrubbing kills my shoulders.

sometimes, whether it's the executive dysfunction, or the depression, or knowing that i become entirely detached from the concept of time when in the shower, if i can't bring myself to get in the damn thing and do a full-blown shower, and i know i'd just be uncomfortable and not clean and still keep putting it off (because i can easily lose well over an hour once in there), i will kneel on my (cushy, quick-dry, memory foam) bathroom mat beside the tub and lean over it to wash my hair and face and maybe soap up to my shoulders. then later when it feels like a way more manageable and shorter task i can do a quick scrub and rinse.

i've bought cbd for when my joint pain makes sleeping otherwise impossible (even though it's expensive) and a work desk that has expandable legs to be a bed desk if i ever need to work sick (i'm lucky to be remote since my job change).

i've bought the screw-top, 40oz, insulated mugs and extra long plastic straws (do not @ me) and the pop-bottom giant cube ice trays all because every one of those helps ensure i drink more water every day (and so does the faucet-mounted water filter).

i buy specific individual snacks that require little to no prep so even when the execution of making a sandwich is Too Damn Much, i can still make myself do some calorie intake.

i talked myself into a cushioned mattress topper to relieve my spine and because it's way cheaper than a new mattress. i bought blackout curtains for our old apartment because the outdoor lights were insanely bright at all hours and made sleep even more elusive.

i've purchased slip on-only shoes or no-tie laces because i hate tying shoelace knots, my hands are less dexterous than ever (and hurt), and because i struggle with time management and it's one small thing to shave off just a little more time so i'm a little less late.

i didn't buy all of these things all at once, definitely. i am, sadly, made of meat and not money.

but i started budgeting, slowly, more and more of whatever amount of disposable income i had after bills towards "thing to make life suck less and not be so hard" and i can't regret it in the least.

i deserve not only small comforts and joys, but also less pain and difficulty, and ways to make challenging parts of life a little more within my reach with not quite as much effort.

so do you.

#chronic illness #disability #but this is not just for disabled people #or those who are of a certain level of Suffering #so don't go telling yourself 'oh well this doesn't apply to me because i'm SUPPOSED to have no issue'#fuck 'supposed to'#reaching for the right tool for the job of living decently and in relative comfort and happiness is not failure it's good sense

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mrkis · 1 year

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nct dream reaction :: they walk in on you masturbating

REQUESTED? 〚YES✗〛/ 〚NO〛 ⟶ bff!dream walks in on you masturbating🫣

AN: i slightly changed the reaction for chenle's, sorry abt that.

MARK

the showerhead is between your legs that hang over the bathtub, the water pressure doing wonders to your little bundle of nerves. your thighs quiver with each grind of your hips and your lips press together tightly, trying to mask the sounds of your pleasure due to your best friend being just outside the door, chilling in your living room and watching a movie as he waits for you to finish bathing. you couldn't help but be in the position you're in now, the opportunity was right there and you were guaranteed some quality alone time for at least half an hour, so you thought. you jump in surprise when the bathroom door flings open, snapping your thighs shut around the showerhead that puts even more amount of pressure on your clit as you watch mark rush to the toilet, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down his legs, sighing in relief as he pees into the toilet. now, there's hardly any boundaries between you and mark, you've brushed your teeth and showered in the bathroom countless of times while mark pees or vice versa, but you've never pleasured yourself in the same room as him. you feel the awkward tension and embarrassment rise when mark slowly turns his head to see what was actually going on, his eyes widening comically as he stares at your naked body and the detachable showerhead in between your thighs.

"sorry..." mark mutters as he looks anywhere but you, cheeks flushing red at the sound of your heavy breathing and him relieving himself. "i just really needed to piss..."

RENJUN

the low buzz of the vibrator has your mind swirling, resting your head against the pillow with your back arched, free hand clutching the sheets of your bed. the new toy was one of your best and recent purchases, recommended from a girl friend that reviewed how she experienced one of her best orgasms and you were eager to try it out, always open and ready to try something new. the vibrator was definitely worth it and you made a mental note to thank her when you see her next. but the toy slips from your grip and onto the bed as your bedroom door opens and renjun walks in nonchalantly, almost dropping the coffees he's brought over with a gasp. he doesn't move, not for a long time, too busy staring at the toy and the glistening arousal on your pussy, the tent in his pants becoming obvious.

you sigh, "just come in and lock the door, renjun"

JENO

"touch yourself. are you wet?" your recent tinder date speaks down the phone to you and you hum, already bored of the conversation. you both agreed to call each other after a series of texts that got you horny and needy, expecting him to dirty talk as good as he sexts but you're met with immense disappointment at his bland tone and choice of words. however, you still decide to shove your hands beneath the waistband of your panties, rubbing at your clit as your mind wanders elsewhere, desperation to think of something better than this conversation.

"pathetic" jeno tuts from behind and you almost drop the phone in shock, whizzing around to see your best friend slash roommate standing behind the sofa. you're gobsmacked, head trying to come up with a silly little excuse to explain what you're doing but jeno's already moving, coming to stand in front of you, tracing his fingers over your thighs. "should we show him how you really sound when you're wet?"

HAECHAN

"oh... hello"

your eyes snap open with a gasp, spotting haechan standing in the doorway of your room, arms crossed over his chest and a wide smirk spread across his face, clearly amused in catching you in such a lewd position. your legs are spread wide, clothes thrown across the floor and your hands are shoved in between your thighs, fingers buried deep inside your pussy. embarrassment floods your body and you rip your hands away from your aching core, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself even though he's already seen everything.

"don't stop of my account. i'll just go wait downstairs" he chuckles, grabbing the handle of the door to shut it behind himself once he leaves. but he pauses, casting one glance at you. "you sound pretty by the way"

JAEMIN

you're far too gone in your own pleasure to hear the front door of your apartment opening, the silicone dildo hitting spots so deep inside that you're seeing stars, head hanging low as you whimper uncontrollably. you've been so desperate to cum after a long and hard day at work, immediately rushing home to give you the release you truly deserve but it's ripped away out of reach when your bedroom door slams open to reveal jaemin who's staring at you with wide eyes.

"don't say a word" you warn jaemin, pointing a trembling finger in his direction and he holds his hands up, silently promising he would not say anything, but you huff once you see him opening his mouth anyways.

"you know... i would've been down to help out if you'd asked..."

CHENLE

you're quiet, you're positive you're quiet, you weren't making a peep as you thrust your fingers inside of you, heel of your hand grinding against your clit, eyes locked on the sleeping form beside you. chenle can sleep through anything. you're not going to get caught. your movements are hardly noticeable. you know it's wrong to do this with him around and in his bed specifically, but you couldn't dismiss the urge any longer, not when your panties were soaked through.

"you're disgusting" chenle yawns as he flips around in the bed to face you, his tone teasing. he slips his hand beneath the covers to circle his fingers around your wrist before you can react. "move your hand, let me do it for you quickly so we can sleep"

JISUNG

"OH MY GOD"

jisung yells in shock and a scream rips from the back of your throat, startled at the sudden intruder. your laptop slams with a thud, silencing the porn video you were currently indulging yourself in with a bullet vibrator shoved between your folds to make yourself cum. you turn the toy off with a few clicks and lob it to the side as if you weren't using it, staring at jisung in horror as he stares back with a similar expression from your bedroom doorway.

"GET THE FUCK OU—"

"YOU WATCH TENTACLE PORN?!"

©mrkis

#nct dream smut #nct dream reaction #nct dream reaction smut #nct smut #mark lee smut #renjun smut #jeno smut #haechan smut #jaemin smut #chenle smut #jisung smut

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oakparchment · 6 months

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Itzy's Sex Toys

Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, Yuna

Length: 2325 words

Tags: masturbation, (improvised) sex toys, voyeurism, cum sharing, cum lube

Summary: Ever wondered how Itzy gets themselves off?

AO3

A/N: Here's some fantasy fuel for how each Itzy member masturbates (it gets real slutty at the end) featuring the non-conventional objects they had to make do with as sex toys before, the actual sex toys they own now, and the toy that they're looking at buying next.

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Yeji

Yeji getting her driver's license led to more than just being able to drive. This definitely doesn't work in every vehicle, but the handbrake in Yeji's car was just a simple, long and straight lever that when the car was in park, angled almost straight up. There was enough room at the front console that she could push the seats back, slot herself over the handbrake, and start riding to her heart's content. It was unconventional for sure, and not always practical, but at least the car had tinted windows.

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Yeji was the group's trailblazer when it came to sex. Not only was she the first to buy a sex toy, but she went all out on the first purchase. When the order came through, she couldn't contain her excitement and ran to her room to test it out. It was a male torso sex doll, spanning from the neck down to the cock and balls. No longer would she be confined to the inside of a car whenever she wanted to ride something long and hard. During one late night talk, Yeji and Ryujin had shared some of their fantasies with each other. The repercussions of that conversation led to Yeji sometimes pretending the sex doll beneath her was Ryujin, as she bounced up and down on its hard rod (more of that fantasy later...)

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Yeji is looking at buying a fuck machine next. With both the handbrake and sex doll she has to do all the work herself, but wants to have a go at lying down on her hands and knees, turning the machine on, and just getting absolutely railed from behind. She's gonna have to find more storage space...

Lia

Lia often took the longest showers. She would of course do the usual: wash her hair, soap herself up, shave, and get clean. But then she would also get dirty. Their bathroom showerhead was detachable, which Lia would hold against her pussy. The hot water jetting over her clit was the perfect amount of pressure. Not wanting anyone to have to wait around, thoughtful Lia would try to limit her shower sessions to when no one else had to use the bathroom after her.

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Lia eventually wanted to add more to her shower sessions, and made a very pragmatic decision to buy a suction cup dildo. She could now attach the dildo to the shower wall and fuck herself on it, whilst still holding the showerhead over her clit. This revolutionised showers for Lia, causing her to take multiple showers in a day if there was the opportunity to do so. From an outsider's perspective, she seemed shy about sex, but the thought of someone walking in on her getting off secretly turned her on, and for that reason she never locked the bathroom door when she showered (or the bedroom door when she stuck the dildo to her mirror). One time she forgot to take the dildo off the shower wall, and Yuna discovered it. But that's a story for another time.

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She's interested in buying a simple clit vibrator. One that she can hold against her sensitive bud whilst fucking her dildo, but she also wouldn't be tethered to the shower this way. She basically sees it as a direct upgrade from the showerhead.

Ryujin

Ryujin sleeps with a pillow between her legs. Silk sheets, pyjama shorts and no panties, cause she humps her pillow to get off. If she bundles up the pillow just right, her wetness against the silk pillow case creates an amazing texture that’s both smooth yet has just the right friction against her pussy lips and clit. She’s gotten real good at humping and grinding her hips after all that pillow fucking. This did lead to Ryujin having an excessive amount of pillows in her room, allowing her to have a pillow to fuck and still have a fresh one to sleep on that didn't have her cum all over it (without having to wash her sheets every few days). One night when Chaeryeong was sleeping over in her room, she wondered why Ryujin needed so many pillows. Her curiosity was answered upon seeing a familiar patch running down the middle of one of them. Much to Ryujin's embarassment, Chaeryeong specifically chose to sleep on that pillow for the night.

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Ryujin wants to fuck. Like literally. She bought a strap-on dildo because she’s obsessed with the idea of having a thick cock and just absolutely railing people with it. So much so that she practices fucking her pillow with it, pretending it’s one of her group members. Ryujin will give the dildo head before putting it on, practicing her blowjob skills and getting it all slicked up for her pretend partner (for now). Then she’ll get rough with it, slapping her fake cock and watching it sway, then jerking it off with a vice-like grip.

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Whilst she humps her pillows and jerks off her fake cock, she watches porn, and has been on the kinkier side of it lately. She finds herself continually returning to videos of sex swings. Ryujin thinks about how hard and fast she could fuck someone’s guts out with the assistance of a swing. This is going on her wish list for sure.

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong genuinely did use her face roller to massage her face... at the start. The phallic look of it did always get her thinking and one day her depraved thoughts got the better of her and she used it to massage other places. She would clutch onto the roller balls to angle the shaft inside of her, pumping in and out of her pussy and oh.. my.. god.. did it make her feel good.

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Whilst the face roller got her off, it didn't hit deep the way she wanted it to (Chaeryeong's vaginal canal goes deep), so she started browsing around for actual toys. All the pretty colours and shapes of bad dragon dildos really drew her attention (and yes, the massive size too) and settled on a few that she particularly liked. The first time she used one was a very slow process, involving lots of lube and very slow penetration. Even now, her wank sessions take a bit to start off. But once her pussy adjusts to the size, it hits her in crevices that she didn't even know she had. She likes to kneel in front of her mirror with the base of the dildo on the floor just in front of her, holding the length of it up against her abs to visualise just how far it goes inside of her. Bad dragon dildos for a bad girl...

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The monstrous dildos do a very sufficient job of filling up her pussy, but Chaeryeong wants to be double stuffed and have things up her juicy ass too. She can’t get over how cute fluffy cat tail anal plugs look, and wants to have one (or two, or three) for her growing collection.

Yuna

One morning when they were getting ready for their schedule, Yuna and Ryujin were standing by the bathroom vanity, when Yuna's electric toothbrush was cutting in and out of power. The older girl made a sly comment about it. "Is the battery faulty? You only just charged it yesterday..." Yuna brushed off her remark whilst blushing, telling her Unnie to shush. They both knew the real reason. Yuna would brush her teeth with her electric toothbrush, feeling it vibrate in her hand, and one day her intrusive thoughts took over. Bzzzzzzttt it went, vibrating against her lips, though it wasn't in her mouth...

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If she was attached to her toothbrush before, she was now straight up obsessed with her rabbit vibrator. Where the toothbrush was thin, her rabbit was thick. Where the toothbrush was a gentle buzz, her rabbit vibrated hard. And where the toothbrush had her rubbing her clit with her free hand, the rabbit ears did that for her. This thing turned Yuna into a crazed little cum machine and she may or may not be addicted to jilling off with it.

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Yuna couldn't imagine a better toy at getting her tight little pussy off, so she’s opted for branching out to accessories that stimulates and turns her on instead. A ball gag, to help shut herself up so that her roommates don’t have to hear her fucking her rabbit for the 4th time in a day (hint, they can still hear her, and it turns them on just as much as it annoys them for being such a distraction). And nipple clamps, so that she can have her nipples pinched hands free.

All In Us!

This one is shared. Nobody explicity says it out loud but they all get off harder at the thought of sharing a toy; the material being glass has the added benefits of temperature retention and being easy to clean and take care of. If there’s one toy that always gets brought whilst travelling, it’s this one. It started off as them all passing around a hairbrush (which was tooootally only used to brush their hair) but Yeji thought it was starting to get ridiculous that they were using the handle of a hairbrush in this manner so she went and ordered them a glass dildo. When the girls are feeling particularly nasty there are days that the dildo gets shared around without cleaning it between uses. Cream and cum flows freely on the glass; getting passed around like a slut, accumulating everyone’s wetness and dirty fantasies.

To start off, Yeji had just driven home and was parked outside. She had been waiting to fuck herself all day and finally had the chance to. Pulling the glass dildo out of her bag, she slicks it up with her mouth, getting it coated with spit and ready for her pussy. Getting on top for a ride, she knows how to angle it just right so that the glass hits her g-spot with every buck of her hips, leaving a squirty mess over her car seat by the time she’s done. She wipes up after herself and heads inside, walking away from the fogged up windows of her car.

Lia welcomes her home and watches her place the wet glass dildo on the front door table, as if it were a mundane item like house keys or a letter. And that’s how the sharing starts. Lia retrieves the toy for herself, and is already a little wet by the time she reaches the bathroom. With her face pressed against the vanity, she uses one hand to fuck herself from behind, and the other to rub her clit, all to the mental image she has conjured up of Yeji’s squirty mess. Lia's angelic moans bounce off the bathroom tiles to the beat of her bent over railing. Once she’s done, she leaves the glass toy on the counter top.

Ryujin knows what Lia gets up to in the bathroom, and not so sneakily ducks in there to grab it after Lia leaves. Back in her room, she happily licks up the still warm glass, tasting Lia’s sweet honey. Once she's slurped up all of Lia's cum and has sufficiently replaced it with her own spit, she pulls up an image on her phone from her private folder (which may or may not be exclusive 'selfies' that Lia sent her). Facing down on her stomach, she bucks against the glass dildo, squeezing it with her velvety walls whilst grinding her clit on her wrist.

She gets a message notification from Chaeryeong - 'Unnie it's my turn when you're done.' Chae waits patiently in the next room over, listening to the consistent creaking of Ryujin's bed. Ryujin exits her bedroom and catches Chaeryeong in the hallway. She holds up the used dildo, attempting to make eye contact with a half smirk and a fucked out expression, but the younger girl is too shy and meekly grabs it from her hand without looking, giggling as she walks off to her own room. Chaeryeong is fucking ready to be filled up, and has her face down and ass up within seconds of closing the door. She rubs the glass along her tight little ass hole and then her pussy, lubing them both up with Ryujin's cum. She then pushes in, pounding away at her pussy with it - whatever remained of her Unnie's cum is now thoroughly mixed in with her own. She rubs her ass with her free hand, easily slipping in one, then two fingers thanks to the cum lube. Chaeryeong quickly reaches her climax this way, feeling like such a dirty slut fucking both of her holes.

Even though Chaeryeong makes a good effort to keep her voice contained, through the walls Yuna can hear the creamy slaps as her Unnie pounds into herself. Yuna had already made herself cum once during all of this, but she was a crazed fuck bunny who rarely stopped at one orgasm. Once again, the abused toy gets passed along. From the tip to the base, the dildo is coated with globs of Chaeryeong’s thick cream. Yuna makes sure to nibble at it a bit, then leans back and fucks herself silly. Simultaneously, she gropes at her perky tits, pinching her hard nipples. The stimulation and knowing that the toy has been passed down the line from every member all the way down to her, has her tight cunt squeezing at the glass dildo as she nuts. Pulling it out, she licks at it like a lollipop, cleaning off all that girl cum.

What toy will Itzy as a group buy next? Well to be honest, they should probably skip the middleman and just start directly fucking each other. They're already intimately familiar with each others moans of pleasure through the walls, and even what each other tastes like. It'll happen sooner or later, and Ryujin does have that strap-on after all...

A/N: If you couldn't tell by the image, this is mostly inspired by Chaeryeong's facial massage roller meme from one of their 'what's in my bag' videos. I also read @minheelovelee's post about Yuna's sex toys a while back, which served as inspo too. If anyone's interested I want to do a girl penis version of this as well.

#itzy smut #girl group smut #gg smut #kpop smut #yeji smut #lia smut #ryujin smut #chaeryeong smut #yuna smut #female idol smut #kpop fanfic #kpop headcanons #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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sweet-like-hypoglycemia · 6 months

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I wonder if I'd have gotten in trouble if I brought a sex toy to MEPS. They always make you take your electronics out....but...I'm kind of wishing I'd just risked it.

#annoyed #maybe my showerhead will be detachable #(its not)#frustrated #im really not a hands girl #text #rant #what to do

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bts-bay-bee · 2 years

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Slip ‘n Slide

Pairing: kim seokjin x fem. reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1085

Warnings: established relationship, shower sex, unprotected sex, “just the tip” but it’s never just the tip, Viagra is mentioned (but not actually used), allusions to using the detachable shower head for masturbation (not actually done), creampie,

A/N: this was supposed to be 500 words, but oh well

“One more round?”

“What’s gotten into you?” You laughed, pushing Seokjin away from your neck, where he had been trying to add to the collection of marks and tender bits of skin. “Did you accidentally take a Viagra?”

“That was one time, and it looked like the supplement I was supposed to take!”

“I’m sure,” You replied, dryly, trying to hide your eyes rolling. Pinching your side in retaliation, he quickly hovered over you, caging you in.

“You’re so mean to me today, like you weren’t just begging for my dick.” He sighed, angling his body so that his thigh was against your core. The tiny bit of contact made your skin burn with want, your body knowing that it was possible to have him again, but your mind knowing that you’d wake up even more sore than you were already going to. “Give me a kiss, then I’ll forgive you.”

“Run me a shower and maybe you can get a kiss.”

“I’m not sure you understand how this whole forgiveness thing works.” He scoffed, settling next to you on your bed, very obviously refusing to run you a shower. His resolve crumbled at a single whine from you, almost immediately sighing and sitting up to go to the ensuite bathroom.

After a few seconds, you heard the water running, accompanied by Seokjin’s not so quiet singing, and that’s how you knew it was time to go wash off.

Walking into the bathroom, the mirror was already foggy, the temperature of the water at the perfect temperature for you (something Seokjin always complained about). Speaking off him, he was already in the shower, back facing you while pushing his hair back. You were shameless when looking at him – silhouette too enticing and perfect to pass on staring at him through the glass shower door.

“I can feel you staring,” He complained, “Just get in here already and take your demon shower.”

“I don’t know, maybe I should just stand here and admire the view.” You teased, pushing off against the counter and walking into the shower. “Maybe I should’ve let you goad me into another round.”

“Well, that offer is no longer on the table.”

He was way too smug saying that, and you knew he was smirking even without seeing his face. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you pressed your skin to his, letting the water fall over both of you, all while nuzzling into his back.

“You’re saying no to me?” You mumbled, kissing the scratches you had left on his back earlier. They definitely weren’t as red as previous endeavours, but he probably wouldn’t let the other members see him shirtless for a while. “It’s fine, our showerhead is detachable.”

“Out of curiosity, do you use water this hot when you’re doing that?” He hissed, turning the temperature down after seeing how flushed his skin looked. “How haven’t you burnt your clit off?”

“You weren’t supposed to just agree to me using the shower head!” You sighed, imagining stomping your foot and then ending up in the emergency room. Maybe you shouldn’t think about throwing a tantrum whilst in the shower.

“I’d kind of, maybe, pay money to see that,” He teased, crowding you against a wall, his hands grabbing onto your slippery skin. And that’s how you knew you had won this argument. “I’d pay more to know how you haven’t burnt your clit, though.”

Okay, maybe you hadn’t won.

“Enough about the shower head,” You mumbled, trying to kiss him while he stubbornly dodged every attempt. “Fuck me, please?”

“You’re going to be even more sore, love.” He replied gently, all air of joking and kidding around suddenly gone. “I wasn’t very gentle earlier. I don’t want to make it worse. Let’s just wash up and we can go to bed, okay?”

He kissed your forehead, then made to move away, but you caught him just in time to properly kiss him.

“Just the tip, then?” You murmured, hands running down to his happy trail. “Promise I won’t ask for more.”

You knew his resolve was weak (it had been from the start), so you expected him to almost immediately give in, especially with the way he was quickly growing harder against your thigh.

“Just the tip?” He mumbled into your hairline as you very gently fisted his cock to full hardness. You nodded at his questioning tone, kissing his neck, leaving small marks over the already blotchy skin.

Running the tip through your folds, your breathing hitched when he knocked against your clit, leaving sticky strings of precum on your skin. Quickly gathering your wetness over his cockhead, he pushed into your core, staying true to his promise of just the tip.

“Jinnie,” You breathed, clutching at his shoulders already, eyes half closed. “Feels nice, full.”

“Just the tip makes you feel full?” He scoffed, pulling out and thrusting back in, probably going in deeper than what he expected. “Come on, baby, I know you like being stuffed, full to brim.”

With that, he thrusted all the way in making sure your walls were clenching around him, squeezing his length deliciously. He knew this was your plan all along, you would never settle for just the tip, he knew he was just feeding into your fantasy, but he couldn’t help himself.

You felt boneless as he fucked into you, his grip on you tight, despite both of you being slickened with water. Throwing your arms around his shoulders as he hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, you almost started crying from how good it felt.

“Like the tip could ever satisfy you,” He scoffed, grip tight enough to probably leave new bruises on your hips. Angling his thrusts differently, you didn’t recognise how high your own voice had gone, instantly coming in seconds, nonsensical babbles fuelling his hips to work faster, chasing his own release.

“Cum in me, please!” You gasped, eyes unable to focus or open properly. “Please, want it, Jinnie.”

Cursing through his high, hips stuttering and stomach dipping in further and further, he emptied himself in you, hot cum deep in you making you feel satisfied.

Momentarily satiated, he carefully dropped your legs down to the floor, the water doing nothing to help your wobbly legs help support you.

“I can’t believe I feel for that just the tip bullshit.” He said incredulously. “I mean, I knew we were going to fuck again before we fell asleep, but seriously –”

#kim seokjin smut #seokjin smut #jin smut #bts smut #smut #kim seokjin x reader smut #seokjin x reader smut #jin x reader smut #bts x reader smut

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joelalorian · 5 months

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Tides of Desire - Chapter Four: Cut and Run

Pairing: Yacht Captain!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: TLOU no outbreak AU. Joel Miller is a luxury yacht captain running charters in the Caribbean. You join the crew as a deckhand and unexpectedly complicate Joel's peaceful existence. Basically the TLOU bunch on a Below Deck yacht.

Series warnings: 18+ MDNI, adventure, alcohol, cursing injuries, fluff, angst, eventual smut. Reader is a badass. Joel is Captain Hottie. No use of y/n.

Chapter Four: Cut and Run

Wine drunk and worked up, Joel was beyond thankful the captain’s quarters were separate from the rest of the crew. Rock hard and aching for something – someone – he denied himself, his cock was in hand the moment the door was closed and locked. It didn’t take long as pent up as he was, long strokes of his cock with his left hand turned frantic and sloppy. He came hard, rope after thick rope of cum hit the glass door of the shower as Joel braced himself against the wall with his right forearm. Your name fell from his lips when the last rope hit the shower door, sounding more tortured than pleasured.

Quickly showering, the removable showerhead rinsing away the evidence of his lack of self-control, Joel fell into bed feeling all sorts of conflicted. The two of you spent a wonderful evening in the hot tub, sharing stories and more about yourselves. He surprised himself with that confession – he had no intention of saying a word about his attraction and developing feelings, for good reason. It would be so easy to break his own rule and just pursue you during the remainder of the charter season, but recollections from the past prevented him from giving in. Hence why he fled after nearly kissing you.

Joel fell into a restless sleep, dreams plagued with memories he’d rather forget, distorted by his subconscious due to the conflictions weighing him down, you became the specter haunting him.

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“What the fuck just happened?” Your voice barely registered over the sound of sloshing water left behind by Joel practically throwing himself away from you and out of the hot tub. Head spinning, you stood on shaky legs and slipped out, movements extra careful due to the mixture of wet flooring and amount of wine you drank. Your head was spinning, but not from the wine. Joel confused you.

You were both having a great time, conversation and wine flowing naturally, and the two of you becoming closer physically and emotionally until, suddenly, Joel’s demeanor changed. The eager softness in his eyes flashed away, detachment snapping into its place. He was gone without a word before you knew what was happening.

Exhausted all over again, you dried off and made your way to the crew mess to heat up the dinner Tess left for you. Taking your meal back to your bunk, you quickly changed and climbed into bed to eat. Vacillating between confusion and hurt, you thought it best not to linger in the crew mess in case everyone came back to see you like that.

It was a good decision as the crew returned shortly after you finished eating and you chose to remain in your cabin, the empty bowl placed on the floor next to your bunk. They must have had a fun night, the boisterous noise sounding through the door was filled with shrieks of laughter. You wanted to be happy for everyone, but their merriment was merely a reminder of how uncertain you felt about your own evening.

Knowing your mind would run wild without it, you took a sleeping pill to slow your thoughts. Your body desperately needed the rest anyway.

Sadly, you woke up ten hours later just as perplexed by Joel and his sudden, odd change in behavior. Already awake, Tess turned her penetrating gaze away from her phone as you stumbled out of bed. You grunted out a good morning before locking yourself in the loo. Unable to look at yourself in the mirror knowing you’d be a fright; you scrubbed your face clean and brushed your teeth before scraping your hair back into a messy bun. Finally, you glanced at your reflection. The bags beneath your eyes belied the hours of sleep you got, but it was as good as it was going to get today.

“Everything alright?” Tess questioned when you emerged at last. She could tell that something was off, had known it yesterday, too.

Shaking your head, you murmured, “Everything’s just cracking.” Torn between the need for food and the desire to hide yourself away for the rest of the season, you slumped down onto your bunk with a heavy sigh.

“It’s something to do with Joel, isn’t it?” Tess was too perceptive for her own good, getting right to the heart of the matter. Her feet landed on the floor with a gentle thud next to your bunk before she plopped down next to you. “You don’t have to tell me, but I’m here if you want to talk. I’ve known him for a long time, know how he can be. I’ll keep your confidence, too, if that’s your concern.”

It was, given the closeness of their long-time friendship, but you took Tess at her word, recent events, and your mixed feelings about it all, falling from your lips for the next half hour. Tess listened intently, humming understandingly in spots, until you ran out of breath and words.

“Ugh, fucking Joel Miller,” Tess huffed. “This totally tracks for him. He’s very good at denying himself. He was burned once, it was… well, it changed his perspectives and priorities and for a while that is exactly what he needed. But now he can’t seem to breakout of the rigid morals he set for himself, and he can’t even see that it’s causing more damage than it’s helping.”

Your mind is reeling, trying to figure out what could have burned Joel so bad in the past. You were dying to ask, yet blissful ignorance was looking just as good. The heat of Tess’s gaze burned the side of your face as she watched you. Words failed you as your mind wandered.

“I know you want to ask and that you’re too kind to actually do it,” the older woman said, one hand awkwardly patting your shoulder. “It’s not my story to tell, but I will say this. Joel was reckless once and it bit him in the ass. Nearly derailed his career. In the end, though, it was probably the best thing that ever happened to him.”

Your wide eyes met hers, desperately trying to read the message her gaze was sending. Something reckless. Career almost derailed. Best thing to happen. It had to be something to do with Sarah, right? Something about her mom, maybe?

Tess could see the wheels turning behind your eyes and smiled kindly. “Keep your head up and keep doing your thing. He’s worth the wait if you have the patience. He’ll open up when he’s ready, trust me. I haven’t seen him like the way he is this season in a very long time.”

Questions, you had so many questions, but Tess was not the right person to ask. The answers had to come directly from the source and Tess just basically told you to give him time. Mumbling your thanks, you left the cabin in search of food and fresh air.

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A soft breeze with the scent of sea salt wafted across the bridge deck where Joel stood watching most of the deck crew ready the jet skis in the turquoise sea. He often let the crew take advantage of the amenities the yacht offered on their limited time off, provided they cleaned up after themselves and took proper care of all the equipment. Tommy was always one of the first to jump on a jet ski or sea bob and spend hours goofing off under the tropical sun. This time was no different as he readied one jet ski with Ellie on the back while Connor drove the other with Emmy holding tight behind him. Joel’s eyes tracked them zooming across the marina, breaking the soft plains of the water to reach the open sea. Once they were out of sight, his gaze shifted to the sun deck where Sarah, Talia, and Sammy were sprawled out under the sun’s rays.

Your absence was notable.

Were you laying low like he was?

Joel wondered what you were thinking after last night. He had no doubt you were confused – he left you, suddenly and without explanation. His own thoughts were still a jumbled mess, vacillating between self-preservation and wanting to dive headfirst into whatever connection was developing between the two of you. Honestly, he was getting sick of his own thoughts on the matter.

“Hey Texas,” Tess called, snapping Joel from his thoughts. “You gonna join in on the fun today or what?”

Brows pulling together, Joel shook his head. “Not today.”

“Do you enjoy making yourself miserable?”

Joel’s eyes shot to her, wide with surprise. “What?”

Tess shrugged, arms crossed in front of her chest, lips forming a flat line. “Just wondering if you enjoy making yourself miserable since you deliberately make decisions that contradict your own happiness.”

“Are you trying to confuse me with all those words? How, precisely, do I do that – make myself miserable and contradict my own happiness, hmm?” Joel’s eyebrows remained pinched, and he could feel a headache developing in the center of his forehead.

“Oh, come on, Joel. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Tess huffed in annoyance. “What happened with you and England last night?”

His head jerked back to face the water, “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” Her narrowed eye stare remained focused on him as Tess continued to pry. “I already know, anyway. You let yourself enjoy time with her and then you fucked it up by running away without explanation. Classic.”

“She told you,” Joel replied, eyes glued to the horizon with an inscrutable expression. “Well, that answers one question about trust.”

“Are you for fuckin’ real, Joel?” Tess snapped, losing her patience, something that rarely happened outside of the galley. “You expect her to unwittingly ride this roller coaster with you, getting whiplash every which way without any explanation from you or anyone to talk to about it? You really are an asshole sometimes.”

She stalked halfway down the bridge deck before Joel responded, voice rough with defeat and regret. “What do you want from me?”

“Same thing you do, Joel. I want you not to be unhappy. You just need to get out of your own way for that to happen.” With that, Tess descended to the lower decks, leaving Joel to stew in his own thoughts once again.

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Tucked away in a shady corner of the sky lounge, you sipped at a diet cola and noshed on pretzels while reading, the sounds of your crew mates readying themselves for an adventure echoed across the deck. You couldn’t bring yourself to join them, not while feeling out of sorts pining over Joel. Besides, you didn’t want to run into him just yet. You were still mulling over the advice Tess gave you.

Space and time.

It was for the best, anyway. You were there to do a job, not get tangled up in feelings for someone who didn’t seem capable of returning them just then.

“There you are!” a sudden, excited voice declared. Looking up, the sight of Sarah’s bright, smiling face met your gaze. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. We’re going into town for some shopping. Come on!”

The younger woman did not give you a choice, tugging you to your feet and practically dragging you down to the crew deck. “Change your clothes. We leave in ten.”

“Sooo bossy!” you called over your shoulder, slipping out of your loungewear into a pair of soft, worn jeans and a fitted tee. Leaving your hair loose, you perched a pair of shades on your head and exited the cabin to find Sammy, Sarah, Talia, and Tess waiting for you. “Ready?”

“Are we ever. Time for a girls’ day!” Sammy cheered, causing the rest of the group to laugh.

Tess led the way off the yacht, opting to walk through the historic streets of San Juan rather than take an ordered car to the shops. It was a beautiful day, the temperature just right with the sun shining bright overhead. Conversation was easy, flowing from one topic to another without effort. Even Talia, normally mysteriously reserved, was buoyant and talkative. The burdens of confusing feelings weighing you down began to lift, thoughts of Joel fading to the background. There was nothing like some girl time and retail therapy to clear one’s mind.

The afternoon was spent pleasantly perusing the shops and exploring historic sites like La Fortaleza and Castillo San Cristobal. By evening, the five of you settled into a quaint little restaurant for tapas and cocktails.

“Tess said my dad was being an ass to you again. I’m sorry about that. I swear he’s one of the good ones.” Sarah leant into your side, swaying slightly from the buzz of consistently replenishing cocktails.

“There’s nothing sacred on the Radiance, is there?” you laughed. You knew better than to expect privacy on such a yacht, especially when people like Sarah and Tess had a stake in the gossip.

Shrugging unrepentantly, Sarah chuckled. “Seriously though, give him a chance. Okay? He’s worth it, he’s just so out of practice. Not to mention he’s really hard on himself.”

“It says a lot, you know. How the women in his life speak of him.” You met Sarah’s dark eyes with a soft gaze and sighed. “It’s just confusing, is all. But I don’t want to focus on that. I had fun today letting myself be in the moment with you all, so that’s what I’m going to keep doing. Everything else will happen when and if it happens. Yeah?”

“Thatta girl!” Sarah cheered, clinking her half empty glass with yours before downing the rest of the tangy liquid. “We’re definitely going to need a ride back to the yacht.”

The five of you returned to the boat laden with new bags from the Coach outlet along with a pile of souvenirs, feeling refreshed and tipsy.

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The week passed with another charter for the crew of Radiance. It was the first charter with zero drama from the guests or crew, which was a pleasant change. The primary charter guests were a couple with two young children joined by the grandparents. They were mellow, exhausting themselves with water activities, and went to bed at a very respectable hour every night. Tess was pleased that none of them had crazy dietary restrictions or requests and she was able to really showcase her culinary talents.

You spent a lot of time entertaining the kids, giving the parents and grandparents some time to themselves to relax and even take a day trip or two. There were numerous trips down the slide, the young boys screeching with delight each time, and lots of jumping on the water trampoline. You took them for leisurely rides on the jet skis and taught them how to snorkel, pointing out sea turtles and tropical fish along the way. At Tommy’s insistence, the other deck crew picked up the slack while you played the glorified au pair, though no one seemed to mind.

Those five days were unlike any other charter you worked, spending more time having fun than actually doing anything you would consider work. A few times, you’d look up from whatever you were doing with the kids, eyes sparkling and mouth brimming wide with joy, and catch Joel’s eyes. He watched you with singular focus at times, his dark eyes drinking in everything you did. Given how busy the kids kept you, there were little to no interactions between you and Joel, nor was there energy left to dwell on things. Though you did wonder if you would continue the learning sessions at some point. Time would tell.

Before you knew it, the charter was over, and that wonderful family was leaving. Every member of the crew – even Bill, who shared several deep conversations with the grandpa – were sad to see them go, but none more so than you. The young boys were sobbing as you picked them up for one last hug goodbye. Your fingers smoothed over their blonde locks to sooth them, their mother, Michelle, flashing you a heartwarming smile all the while.

“You have been so good with them, thank you. They are really going to miss you. Maybe we could exchange numbers and connect sometime so they can see you again?” Michelle said. She told you they lived in New Jersey but had a beach house in Florida.

Eyes widening in surprise, you nodded. “Yes, of course! I’d love to see my little mates again. Wouldn’t that be fun?” You jostled the child still in your arms, finally earning a watery smile from the tow-headed boy. With your phone tucked away in your bunk, you gave her your cell number and asked her to text you so you could add her contact later.

Slipping the cell back into her bag, Michelle hugged you tight for several long moments. “Thank you, again, for everything. All of you were amazing, but you really made this special for my babies. You were so wonderful and caring; we’ll never forget it. In fact, let us know what boat you’ll be working on next season so we can plan our trip accordingly.”

It was the highest praise you’d ever received from a charter guest, and it left you feeling a little overwhelmed as tears threatened to spill. You could barely get a sincere thank you out before Michelle moved on with a knowing smile. Your watery eyes briefly met Joel’s and the softness of his chocolate orbs caused the first salty drop to spill over and you quickly turned away to surreptitiously swipe at your eyes.

Needless to say, it was the longest deboarding process you’d ever experienced as it was clear that no one wanted them to leave. It if weren’t for the next charter, Joel could have easily asked them to stay another week. As it was, the crew needed to turn the boat over and get some downtime before moving onto the next one.

Turning the boat over was an exceptionally easy job for once, the guests having been so lowkey and clean, tidying up after themselves despite Sarah’s insistence that they should leave that to her team. Tommy and Connor had kept the deck in pristine condition as well, so the washdown was done in no time. Before long, the crew settled in the main salon for the tip meeting.

“Before we get into the tip, I just wanna thank you all for your hard work. You all made this charter a dream for the guests, and I can’t think of a single thing we coulda done better. Special thanks go to you for bein’ so good with the kids and makin’ the trip fun for them,” Joel said, his eyes locked with yours for a noticeably long time before shifting around to the rest of the crew. “You’ve made me proud and clearly wowed the guests, if the tip is anythin’ to go by.”

Joel handed out the stacks of money to each of the crew and you stared at the wad of cash in your hand. The tip was insane at $3,000 apiece.

“Y’all set the bar high with this one. Let’s keep it up.”

“Well, this certainly calls for celebration!” Tommy announced with a clap of his hands. Turning to Joel, he added, “You should come out with us tonight, brother. At least for dinner. You never go out anymore!”

You watched Joel open his mouth, knowing he would decline, when his gaze flashed to you. His right hand rose to brush the scruff on his chin. “Yeah, alright. I’ll join ya.” Tommy’s joy at the response was infectious and everyone wandered off to start getting ready for dinner.

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Tess was already showered and rifling through her belongings when you stepped into the cabin. “Oh, I like that,” you greeted, catching sight of the blouse in her hands. “Paired with your black capris and strappy sandals, that would look brill.”

“That is exactly what I was thinking,” Tess chuckled. “What are you going to wear?”

“I’m not sure yet.” Rifling through your own clothes, you grabbed a matching set of undergarments. “Probably a sundress or something.”

Lips forming into a smirk, Tess hummed. “You should fancy it up a little. You do realize you’re the only reason Joel is coming out tonight, right?”

“What?”

Nodding emphatically, Tess smirked. “He never joins the crew on nights out until the last night of the season. This is definitely because of you.”

Again, the roller coaster with him. All week, you focused on being in the moment without worrying about Joel or your growing feelings for him. Now, he was suddenly joining the crew on a night out, something he supposedly never does.

“What do I do? How should I act?” You were starting to panic a little. How were you supposed to maintain the space and time you were giving him if he’s going to be right there?

Seeing the building panic in your eyes, Tess gripped your shoulders. “Relax. Breathe. Just be yourself and enjoy your evening. You don’t need to do anything special or different just because he’ll be there. Ok?”

Head bobbing in some semblance of a nod, you sucked in a deep breath. “Ok.” You had this; it was no big deal. Choosing the cutest sundress in your wardrobe, you topped with a faded jean jacket and finished getting ready – finger combing your locks into waves and dusting on a light layer of makeup.

You were chatting with Tommy and Ellie in the crew mess when Joel walked in, dressed in cargo shorts and a pale green button down, sleeves rolled up on his forearms and the top two buttons open showing the slightest glimpse of his bronzed chest. His thick hair was styled in that effortless way that you know took him a while to get just right. Your mouth dropped open mid-sentence at the sight of him and Tommy nudged your shoulder with a chuckle, using his forefinger to push your jaw closed. You scowled at him before turning your gaze back to Joel.

Joel looked good, too good. You were in trouble tonight and needed to play it cool.

Clearing your throat, you greeted Joel with a quiet, “Hey Cap.” He tipped his head in return, lips quirking up on one side. He clearly caught your initial reaction to the sight of him and you groaned internally. You were off to a great start playing it cool this evening.

The restaurant Tommy chose was within walking distance of the docking slip and the group strolled through the cobblestone streets of San Juan in twos and threes. You wound up walking next to Talia and cherished the opportunity to get to know her a little more. She was reserved yet wickedly funny, her sharp wit the first thing you noticed. The second thing you noticed was that she was acutely observant, as many quiet people are.

“So, you have a thing for the captain, huh?”

You stared at Talia wide-eyed. That came out of nowhere and you stumbled through a response. “Uh, I…how… what makes you say that?”

“I have eyes,” came her simple response.

“Congratulations?” Feeling completely wrong footed in this unexpected conversation, you resorted to snark.

“I don’t mean anything by it, just an observation. It’s clear that he has a thing for you, too,” Talia explained in her naturally even tone. “Neither of you are as subtle as you may like to think.”

“So I’ve heard,” you muttered. “It doesn’t matter though. Nothing will come of it while we’re on the yacht.”

Catching the disappointment in your voice, Talia arched a brow. “Why the hell not? You’re both single, consenting adults, yes?” You nodded and she went on to add, “Well, then what is the problem?”

That was the million-dollar question, right? The hell if you knew what the problem was but it was clear from your interactions with him so far that Joel would not make a move until after the season ended, if at all. You valiantly changed the subject, getting tired of everyone digging into your personal life. Couldn’t you just wallow in your developing desire for Joel without everyone else needing to know the details?

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Joel stood back, waiting for everyone to find their seats before taking his own at the head of the table. You were seated a few spots down the table between his brother and Sarah, across from Tess. The three of you were already deep in conversation about goodness knows what but his heart swelled knowing that the most important people in his life were drawn to you just as he was.

On the walk from the yacht, Joel decided he would attend not only dinner but also stay out for a couple drinks afterward. He owed you an explanation if for no other reason than to clear the air and a little liquid courage would make that easier.

Dinner passed peacefully. Joel was proud that this season’s crew were all low key without the usual internal drama. Everyone appeared to get along well, and any minor squabbles were handled with care. It was a refreshing change until he realized that the only source of any drama currently happening was himself.

After dinner, for which Joel picked up the tab, Tommy led the way to a nearby open-air bar with live music. It was loud and busy, and the group moved as one to settle in a corner away from the speakers.

“May I buy you a drink?” Joel asked before you could sit down, seizing the opportunity to speak with you.

“Sure. I’ll take an espresso martini, please.” You smiled though it didn’t quite reach your eyes as you followed him to the bar. You were weary and he couldn’t blame you.

Joel turned to you after placing the order with the bartender. “Listen, about last week –”

“Don’t worry about it,” you cut him off with a wave of your hand, eyes shuttered. This was going to be harder than he thought. “We can just forget it… nothing actually happened anyway, right?”

“No can do,” he insisted. “I owe you an apology and an explanation for why ‘nothing actually happened’.” He made air quotes with his fingers.

The bartender delivered the drinks and Joel handed you the martini with a sigh. “Can we go sit over there for a minute? Just to let me get something off my chest?”

Nodding, you followed Joel to a bench off the far end of the bar. It was a quiet little nook where you could actually hear yourself think. You both sat, bodies turned slightly toward each other. He could not stop his eyes from roving over your face, hair, that dress. You looked beautiful and it pained him.

“I want to apologize for that night… for running off without a word.” Joel let his eyes convey the warmth that his words might lack. “I know you feel it, whatever this pull is between the two of us. I can’t keep my eyes off you and at the same time I can’t afford to be distracted during the season. I’m responsible for everyone aboard the yacht and I can’t lose sight of that.”

Your eyes were glassy, reflecting the twinkling lights of the bar as you sipped at your martini. You remained tight lipped, letting Joel do all the talking. He was uncertain if that was a good or bad thing.

“We were having such a wonderful time, talking, getting know more and more about each other as we shared the wine. Alone like that in the hot tub as the sun set and the stars started to twinkle, it was getting intimate. When we started getting closer and the wine hit a little harder, I almost kissed you.”

Your breath hitched at that, and you finally spoke. “And that would have been a bad thing?”

He could not tear his eyes away from your pouty lips. God damn, he was a fool. “Yes. And no. I have no doubt that it would have been a delicious, sweet kiss, but… I have a set of strict rules for myself and one of them is to never get tangled up with a member of the crew during season. In reality, I don’t let myself get tangled up romantically with crew members off-season, either.”

Joel watched you wince then nod, swallowing another sip of your drink. The strong concoction was already half gone.

“So, what, you panicked and ran off?” He couldn’t decipher your tone.

“Exactly. I feared that if I stayed there and tried to explain or pretended that nothing was wrong, I would just give in and kiss you. It was all self-preservation, really.” Joel explained as best he could.

“Hmmm.” He watched you carefully while you mulled over his words. “Sarah and Tess, they both told me that you had a rule like that. They told me to be patient and give you time. Would you really never break that rule?”

Shaking his head with a rye smile, Joel thought he really should have known that the women would spill his secrets in a heartbeat. “I’m not surprised. They are both big fans of yours and keep givin’ me grief about you. I hold myself to a certain standard, ya know? I set specific rules to maintain that standard after learning the hard way what could happen if I didn’t. No one else seems to get that.”

Your pretty eyes took on a faraway look as they shifted away from him. Joel wished he knew what you were thinking. The pair of you sat in an uncomfortable silence – the first one since you met – until you stood suddenly.

“I, er, appreciate your apology and all. It explains a lot.” You paused, gaze skipping around the rest of the bar before meeting his eyes once more. Joel gulped in anticipation of what would spill from your luscious lips next. It was not what he was expecting.

“It seems pointless to let whatever this is fester if you don’t ‘get tangled up’ with crew on or off season,” you blurted, brow furrowed. “I think we should maintain a little distance for the next few charters. Get fresh perspectives and all that.”

“What? No!” Joel called your name, adding,” That’s not…” but you were already striding way. He watched you whisper to Tess, who plopped her drink down on the table and accompanied you out of the bar.

Well, shit. That did not go well.

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