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WAOW. new favorite writer : confirmed!

𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ; 𝐡𝐡𝐣

tw: [afab!reader. best friends 2 lovers. exhibitionism (they’re at the beach). hand job. fingering (f receiving). oral (m and f receiving). unprotected sex (don’t do that!!!). birth control is mentioned. pull out method (again, don’t do that!!!). one mention of pregnancy but it’s meant as a joke.]

wc: 4,7 k

a/n: idk what this is. this is the first fic i was able to finish writing after my block.

not edited, not proofread yet

18+ only. minors dni.

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The sea is calm.

There had been a thunderstorm yesterday, and you and Hyunjin were forced to stay inside the hotel room and start a lame tv show which only had five or six episodes and drink hot chocolate with mini marshmallows in it — something a bit odd to do in early september, but it wasn’t your fault it was incredibly cold that day.

Today, though… today is perfect. Perfect weather, perfect sky, perfect sea… Perfect best friend Hyunjin whom you’ll talk into smearing sunscreen all over your body since you’re too lazy to do that yourself.

“Jin?” You call him by that nickname he doesn’t particularly like. He prefers Jinnie, or Hyune or literally anything else but Jin.

He snorts, not answering you, pretending he didn’t hear you.

“I saw that,” you tease him, poking his arm. “Jinnieeee,” you huff, “don’t ignore meee.”

“What do you want?” He huffs, pretending to sound annoyed, but you know him like the back of your hand and you know it’s only an act.

“Help me?”

Hyunjin turns in your direction, expensive Versace sunglasses graciously resting on the bridge of his nose as he watches you wiggling a bottle of 50+ sunscreen. He looks at you as if to say, ‘really?’ in his usual sassy tone, but sighs and sits on the sun bed nonetheless.

“Can’t you do it yourself?” He huffs like the drama queen he is. “You’re gon get my hands all oily and sticky.”

It’s your turn to huff.

“No, I can’t put sunscreen on my back, Hyunjin, thank you very much.”

“Fine.”

“Thank you, hehe,” grinning devilishly, you turn face down on the sun bed after combing your hair into a makeshift messy bun, “you’re the best.”

“I know.”

Now, this has obviously happened before. Scenarios like this aren’t exceptional or weird between you and Hyunjin, you’ve been friends for so long and you’ve both of course seen each other in such situations. You’ve put sunscreen on him before like he’s put it on you, and you’ve seen each other semi-naked, and many more things you could list. Nothing about your friendship with Hyunjin is weird, and the lines were never really blurred, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. You’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t date him if the chance presented itself.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Hyunjin’s cold fingers start smearing the sunscreen on your shoulders first. Perfectionist as he is, he keeps massaging until he’s sure he’s not leaving any white patches on your skin before moving to smear the product on your back. Then, your lower back, stopping right before your ass.

“Hmm, have you ever considered starting a career as a masseuse?”

Hyunjin giggles. “I think I’m better as a painter.”

“I don’t know,” you hum satisfied, “it’s very relaxing. Your hands are super soft— hey! Why did you stop?”

Hyunjin’s brows furrow. “What do you mean why did you stop? I put sunscreen on you like you asked.”

“Yeah, but— you’ve gotta put it on my asscheeks, too.”

Hyunjin’s face becomes red. He’s extra cute. “What! You— you can totally do that yourself! You can reach your own butt with your hands!”

“Not without bending weirdly. And what if I leave weird prints on my cheeks, or if I don’t cover all the surface? You’re gonna let your best friend’s butt cheeks get sunburnt?” You pout.

“I’m not touching your butt.”

“Ouch,” you gasp dramatically much like he’d done before. “Didn’t think you found my butt cheeks that repulsive. Good to know.”

Hyunjin almost chokes on his own saliva. “It’s not that!”

“Then what is it?”

After putting much thought into it, Hyunjin declares, “fine. I hate you.”

His hands are back on your skin — tentatively rubbing sunscreen on your lower back before moving south. He squirts some more cream on his palm, and then his hands are on your ass. It feels nice, maybe a little too nice. Hyunjin takes his time making sure the product is smeared all over the surface smoothly, like he’d done for the rest of your body, kind of enchanted by how good his hands look on your ass — he stares a bit too long. His fingers, nails painted all pretty, red and black, kneading the soft flesh, eyes fixed on your asscheeks.

Realization hits Hyunjin like a ton of bricks when he looks down at the front of his red swimsuit and finds out he’s hard. He’s not sure it’s that obvious to anyone else, but it’s obvious to him, and very uncomfortable. Also a little embarrassing, getting hard over touching your best friend’s butt.

“Thank you, you’re the best,” you hum, comfortably lying on the sun bed while Hyunjin is fighting an inner battle with his own cock— a battle he’s losing because his erection just won’t go down. “D’you want me to return the favor?”

“No!” Hyunjin quickly says when he notices you’re about to turn in his direction. “It’s fine, you don’t have to. I’m going for a swim anyway.” He shoves his hands in the pockets of his swimsuit to mask what’s taking place underneath the red fabric.

He takes a few steps towards the beach before you call out his name. “Hyune?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going for a swim with your Versace sunglasses on?” You tease him, knowing how much he loves his Versace accessory.

He takes them off quickly, hands them to you and rolls his eyes when he sees you putting them on.

“Don’t get used to wearing them,” he says.

“Weren’t you going for a swim?” Smiling mischievously at him, you ask.

🐚

Hyunjin completely freezes on the spot when he gets splashed with cold ass water all over. From behind. So he slowly turns to see the culprit in their face, even though he already knows who it is — you. The bane of his existence.

“Yah!” He shouts, shivering all over. “Are you crazy? What are you even doing here?”

“The sea’s a public space,” you state matter-of-factly, hands on your hips and grinning.

Hyunjin scoffs. “Yeah, obviously. I meant— what are you doing here, in the water, after I spent so long putting sunscreen all over you?”

His hands are still shoved into his pockets, he’s still trying to fight his own boner, and the fact that you’re here in front of him it’s not helping. Has your bikini always been this revealing? It can barely cover your whole breasts and — why is he even staring right now?

“I wanted to go for a swim, too. We’re leaving tomorrow and I haven’t gotten a chance to, yesterday.”

Hyunjin nods. “Sure.”

“Why are you doing still here? The water’s still barely touching your knees!”

Hyunjin could say that it’s incredibly hard to try and walk with a very hard and painful boner between his legs and having to make sure no one notices, but he chooses not to. That’s too much information to share with you.

“I’m a romantic, I like to savor the feelings, the surroundings, everything.”

“Hm, whatever,” you shrug, “I think it’s because you’re getting old and your knees creak weirdly whenever you move.”

You get closer to him and he gets defensive, because you might notice what’s going on inside his swimsuit. So what Hyunjin does is precisely starting to run, as much as one can run inside a body of water, until he can fully immerse into the sea.

“See?” He asks, moving his arms in circular motion to allow his body to remain on surface even though he could perfectly touch the ground with his feet if he wanted to, “I’m old? My knees creak? Ha! To your face!”

Oh. So it’s a challenge.

It takes less than ten seconds for you to do the exact same thing — taking one big breath before water is surrounding you, wetting your body all over, drenching your hair. Eyes closed as to not let salt in them, you take your sweet time before emerging, imagining you’re a mermaid princess or a dolphin, exactly like you used to do as a child. Your head emerges from the water and you take a big breath, dry your eyes and burst into a loud laugh.

“Fuck, it’s freezing cold,” you shiver, “but I’ve missed this so much.”

“I know you have.”

You swim closer to him. “Thank you for taking me here. I really needed this.”

Hyunjin scoffs and rolls his eyes at you, but it’s only to mask his shyness. He knew you’d been overwhelmed with work and social life and stuff, and he knew you loved the sea and that you were sad because you couldn’t go on vacation this year — so he thought he’d surprise you with a weekend getaway. It was a very thoughtful and heartfelt gesture and you really appreciated it, of course. Even though it had rained on your first day here, you weren’t sad. You were just happy to be with him, to be able to relax and chat about anything and everything.

“Whatever,” Hyunjin says, pretending to be tough when you know he’s such a sweetheart.

You throw yourself at him, hooking your arms around his neck — you just want to tease him for being so sweet and for doing something nice for you.

“Aww, come on,” you poke his cheek, one arm remains hooked around his neck, you take the opportunity to also hook your legs around his waist, “you know you love— me.”

You inevitably brush something with your lower half, and that something can’t be anything else except from — that. That being Hyunjin’s dick, and it’s hard. Why is it hard? And why are you grinding on it once more, trying to figure out if your brain’s just pulling a trick on you? It’s for science. Hyunjin’s dick is, however, very hard, very pressed on you, very tempting.

“I— oh my— this is so embarrassing,” his face turns fuchsia. Not even red, just a bright pink shade and it’s almost comical. It would be, if his boner wasn’t, you know, not so peacefully resting against your belly right now. “Sometimes— it just happened.”

“Oh,” your eyes lock, you swallow the lump in your throat. “So it’s not… because of me?”

Hyunjin is trying to figure out what would be the most socially acceptable answer here. Does he find you hot? Of course. Is his boner a natural consequence of him rubbing sunscreen on your butt cheeks? Damn right it is. Should he tell you that? He’s not so sure about it.

“I— I mean… it’s not technically… not because of you.”

Great.

“You know… you’re lucky you’re a painter,” you try to joke. “You would’ve sucked as a poet.”

Hyunjin’s face does morph into a shy smile, but it soon fades away when you roll your hips on his. His body shakes lightly, both from the cold temperature of the water and from the contact of your bodies together. You’re warm against him.

“Because, you know…” you look at him with innocent bambi eyes, fluttering your lashes at him like you want to seduce him and eat him alive, “if… if it were because of me, I could… you know, take care of it.”

You say that while your hand starts toying with the hair at the base of the nape of his neck, sending a long shiver down his spine, sending goosebumps all over his arms and legs. He twitches, and knows you can feel it. You keep looking at him with those eyes and he wishes you would have mercy on him. He’s a weak, weak man and you’re there, looking at him like you too want this— him. Like you too have been pining for him for the longest time.

“It is. Because of you, I mean,” he speaks quietly, making sure there aren’t any people swimming close to where you are. He’s lucky, because everyone else is swimming much farther away. “I’ve been hard since I put sunscreen on you.”

Your face is now dangerously close to Hyunjin’s. Your fingers brush his body all over, starting from his jawline to his neck, to his chest, his stomach, the wet hair starting from his navel, before they dip past the waistband of his swimsuit. Flattering your eyelashes at him, you ask for his permission without even opening your mouth, you don’t have to, because he understands you and nods, still looking you in the eye.

You never want to forget the tiny gasp he makes when you first wrap your fingers around him, the way his arm finally hooks around your waist and pulls you closer, still not taking his eyes off yours. You never want to forget the faint shudder his body goes through when you first stroke him, slowly yet firmly, and only then does Hyunjin dare take his eyes off you. His face drops in the crook of your neck, lips pressing on your shoulder, tasting the salty taste of the ocean and the bitterness of the sunscreen that’s slowly coming off. He bites down your shoulder when you swipe your thumb over his tip.

It’s your turn to gasp from the feeling of his teeth scraping your skin. You don’t mind it in the slightest. In fact, you want more. You keep stroking him gently, not trying to rush anything, wanting him to savor this feeling for as long as he wants. Giving a handjob while immersed in water is much harder than it seems, pun not intended, but you’re focused on every single one of Hyunjin’s reactions to your movements and it repays the effort.

His hand on your hip makes your body jolt, but only because you were scared it was a jellyfish at first. You feel Hyunjin smile against your shoulder. Then, his hand also moves to touch your belly, pokes your navel with his finger and then brushes the waistband of your bikini bottom. He lifts his head to look for your eyes.

“Do you… do you want me to?”

Of course you want him to.

You nod, and feel Hyunjin’s fingers pulling your bikini to the side before making contact with your bare sex. It makes it even more exciting that you’re doing this without directly looking at the parts you’re touching, without knowing what the other looks like. You can’t take off Hyunjin’s swimsuit and he can’t take off your bikini because there’s people around you and you have to remain aware of your surroundings, and that’s the best part of it.

His fingers rub you right where you need him the most. It’s messy and uncoordinated at first, and he doesn’t really know if he’s hitting the spot because the water makes everything much more difficult, but he clearly knows you’re enjoying it because of the teeny tiny little yelps you’re letting out as you struggle to maintain the pace at which your hand is moving up and down his cock.

“You’re so warm here,” Hyunjin says quietly, brows furrowing out of curiosity as he experiments new ways of touching you to see what more reaction he can get out of you, but he clearly underestimated himself, because when you tighten the grip around his cock, he lets out a high-pitched moan he wasn’t expecting to let out and you press your lips on yours. Surely because you didn’t want to get caught, but also because you wanted to.

Hyunjin’s lips taste salty, and they super soft, too. Another moan gets swallowed by the kiss. You pull away from him, catching your breath. His movements on your clit get messier and even more uncoordinated, but not in a bad way. It’s clear that he wants to get you off quickly because he’s close himself. He admits it a second later.

“Close. So fucking— close,” he pants, and you take a few seconds to appreciate how hot he actually looks, with beads of salty, sea water falling from the tips of his hair and landing on his chest, running all over his torso until they eventually disappear. “Tell me you’re close, too. Need to— wanna finish with you.”

You nod, pulling him closer, resting your foreheads together as you both take your sweet time masturbating each other. The enchant is broken abruptly when you hear voices coming a little too close and you spot a bunch of people still pretty far away, but who are swimming in your direction. You take your hands off each other’s pants and swiftly readjust your swimsuits.

Hyunjin groans out of frustration, and you’re clearly bummed yourself because you were so close yourself. “I fucking hate people,” Hyunjin grumbles, and you giggle.

“You know,” you draw a few imaginary shapes on Hyunjin’s shoulder with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock. “We’ve got a hotel room booked.”

Hyunjin doesn’t miss the implication behind your words. He swallows the lump in his throat. Pulls you closer to whisper on your lips.

“What do you say we go in there and have the most amazing sex and let it change everything?”

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You don’t even want to know what the guy at the reception thought when he saw you and Hyunjin, both red in the face and very much unable to keep your hands off each other, ask for the keys to your room. You don’t know and you don’t care either, not when you’re currently about to enter the shower together with Hyunjin. A shower you decided to take specifically to remove any residue of sand, dust and salt from your bodies, because there’s no absolute way you’re sleeping in a sandy bed, no matter how horny you both are.

Hyunjin closes the shower door behind himself and gets under the warm stream of water as well. Your lips meet and it comes naturally this time. It also comes naturally when you take each other’s swimsuits off. Hooking your thumbs in the waistband of his swimsuit, you slowly drag it down his thighs until it pools at his ankles. You do all this while looking Hyunjin in the eye. His own flutter shut for a second or two before he comes back to his senses, ready to take your bikini off and finds you staring at what’s hard between his thighs, curiously.

“Don’t stare at it like that,” Hyunjin whines, embarrassed.

“Like what?”

“Like— I dunno! It just… makes me nervous?”

You decide it’s not fair that he’s the only one who’s naked, so you untie the knots of your bikini top, letting it fall on the shower floor, close to Hyunjin’s swimsuit. Now he’s the one who’s staring.

“Don’t stare at them like that,” you tease him when really, you don’t mind it. You just want to show him he’s got nothing to be nervous for, because you find him incredibly hot.

“I’m— you’re—” he stutters, “wow.”

“Wow?”

“Mhhm,” he licks his lips before taking a step forward, pressing himself on you and pressing you on the shower cold wall. “Wow. You’re so beautiful. All over. Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy?”

You wrap your fingers around his hard cock and he jolts. “I think I might…” you resume the gentle stroking that had been interrupted while you were in the water, only now he seemed much harder than before. “Do you want to find out how much you drive me crazy?”

Hyunjin gets the innuendo, wraps the lace of your bikini around his slender fingers and pulls. One side comes off, then he repeats the same motion on the other side, and you’re naked in front of him. His fingers brush your entrance and he’s positively surprised by how wet you are there, and he knows it’s not because of the water.

“Gosh. I can’t wait to fuck you,” his hips buckle into your hand.

“Mh. You will. There’s just something I want to do before.”

He has no time to ask what you are talking about because you’re suddenly dropping to your knees in front of him, still pumping him slowly, bambi eyes still locked with his. He slaps his hand on the shower wall, hard, when you stick your tongue out and lick the underside of his tip. Curses into at least two different languages, bites down on his lip and squeezes his eyes shut. Groans when you wrap your lips around it and suckle gently. You do everything gently and it drives him crazy.

“You’re— incredible.”

And to think you still haven’t done anything yet. You take him a bit deeper in your mouth, still looking up in his direction, and Hyunjin lets a few more curse words fall from his lips. Still edged from earlier, his orgasm builds up much quicker than he thought. You only have to bob your head a couple of times, slowly, taking him deeper but not all the way since he’s big, before he’s warning you. He’s not worried about getting it up again, in fact he’s positively sure he won’t be able to soften that much with how horny he is for you. Plus, he wants to do something for you, too, so that’s definitely not going to be a problem.

He expects you to pull away from him and jerk him off. He doesn’t expect you to swallow around him one, two, three times until he’s coming undone in your mouth. He’s loud when he comes, legs shaking and almost giving in as he kicks his head back and gasps, pants, wails. You pull back, letting his cock fall from your lip with a pop sound, before you’re wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“Holy sh— you— you swallowed?”

Still kneeling on the hard floor, you look at him with innocent eyes. Innocent. Pf. As if anything about this afternoon were innocent. It drives Hyunjin crazy, the way you nod afterwards, lips are swollen from taking his cock.

“Didn’t you like it?”

He helps you standing up, “like it? I loved it. Gosh, you’re incredible. Come here.” He crashes his lips on yours, and can still taste himself on your tongue. “Wanna eat you out. You’re gonna let me do that?”

You nod. It’s his turn to drop on his knees before your sex. You’re not expecting him to lift one of your legs up and hook it on his shoulder, spreading you open for his eyes to see. He bites his lips, his mouth waters.

“You’re so beautiful. Even down here,” his fingers gently brush the outline of your pussy delicately. “Such a pretty flower. Do you think I could draw you?”

You don’t really know if he’s talking about you in general or that part of you specifically, either way it doesn’t matter, because you’re gasping out a “yes” before you know it.

Hyunjin looks like he knows what he’s doing when he’s placing his fingers there, in a v-shape, spreading you even more open before he licks you, tongue all hot and wet and rough against you. He looks in your direction, your eyes meet, and he keeps eating you out like that — his eyes locked with yours as he licks and sucks and hums against your pussy. He kisses it, too, from time to time.

It doesn’t feel like it’s your first time doing all this with each other. You feel like it’s a sign that you’re a perfect match.

“Hyune. Hyune, I’m—” you gasp, feel the orgasm you’ve been craving for right around the corner.

Your hand finds it’s way into Hyunjin’s long hair — you tug at it as you feel your high approaching, pull it harder to keep his head in place as you sway your hips back and forth onto his tongue, using him to get off, swiping and smearing all of your wetness all over his face. If Hyunjin died right now, he’d die the happiest of men.

He’s there when you let go of his hair, when your hips and legs tremble so hard you’re scared you’re gonna fall, he’s there, rubbing circles into the palm of your hand as you come off your high. He stands up and you wrap your arms around his waist, kiss his lips. They taste like you, and a little of bit like him, and also of water.

“I need you so bad,” you mumble on his lips, before connecting them with yours once more, “need you. Need you.”

“Here?” Hyunjin mumbles on your lips.

You feel something poke you in the stomach, so when you look down… he’s hard already.

You shake your head. “No. Not here. On the bed.”

The shower is turned off in seconds, the swimsuits forgotten on its ceramic floor. You fall on the mattress with Hyunjin’s body on top of yours, between your thighs. Everything’s getting wet — the bedsheets, the mattress, the pillows. It doesn’t matter, you’ll blow dry everything once you’re finished. Right now, your only concern is having Hyunjin inside of you in the next ten seconds.

“Have you got a condom?” You mumble in between kisses, feeling the tip of Hyunjin’s dick ghosting over your entrance.

“Of course I didn’t bring condoms on a weekend trip with my best friend,” he says, disappointed in himself.

You really shouldn’t do this. You’re really bad at remembering to take your pill, and often go to sleep without taking it, so it’s definitely risky. But you’ve been taking it for years, so it should mean something, right?

“It’s fine, just— just pull out.”

“Fuck, are you sure?”

“Hmm,” you hum, “fuck me, Hyune.”

Hyunjin sinks his cock into you slowly, and everything around you seems to stop. Nothing else matters apart from you and Hyunjin. Nothing else makes sense. He fills you up not so quietly, groaning and panting, letting your walls adjust to the intrusion until he’s bottomed out inside of you, and you feel absolutely full.

“So big, Hyune.”

He twitches inside of you.

“You really shouldn’t say things like that if you want me to last,” he jokes.

“Alright,” you giggle.

He starts moving inside of you and he takes your breath away with each perfectly angled thrust. You’ve never been more grateful to his job, because those dancer hips surely know how to make you fall apart. He rocks his hips at a steady pace, pulling back until only the tip’s inside you, then thrusting right back in, angling his hips slightly upwards so he’s sure to hit your spot. You’re loving every second of it, but you also don’t want this to end too quickly.

Switching positions, you’re now on top of him, straddling him with your palms on his chest. Hyunjin folds his arms under his neck as you ride him.

“Hmm yeah, like that,” he bites his lip as he watches you move on top of him, “you’re so good at that. You’re gonna make me come again.”

He unfolds his arms from behind his neck, grips your hip to guide your movement. He’s getting more and more desperate, closer and closer to his second orgasm. You’re close, too, and your knees are starting to ache a bit, so you’re grateful he’s helping you with your movements on top of him.

“Hyune. It’s— big,” you sob. He twitches inside of you again, and starts rubbing your clit to get you off as quickly as possible. “You’re so big, Hyune. Such a big cock. I can feel it right— right here,” you poke your navel and Hyunjin knows that realistically he’s not that big and that you can’t feel him there, but it’s hot to imagine that he’s so deep inside of you.

“Hyune,” you call out his name when you come for a second time, whole body shaking as you cream around him. It’s less intense than your first orgasm, but it’s still mind blowing nonetheless.

Hyunjin’s hips snap faster to meet yours, until he’s grabbing the underside of your thighs and lifting you up. His cock falls on his stomach with a loud slapping sound, and within seconds he’s cumming all over his stomach, painting it white. You’d already forgotten that you’d asked him not to finish inside of you.

“Thanks for not getting me pregnant,” you giggle, plopping on the free spot besides him on the bed.

Hyunjin giggles as well, still catching his breath. “Yeah, I was saving it for our first date,” he jokes.

“Shut up, you dork— wait,” you prop yourself on your elbows, look at him with curious eyes and raised eyebrows. “Are you gonna take me out on a date?”

“Pf. Of course I am,” he says matter-of-factly. “Who did you take me for, huh, woman? I’m a romantic man, thank you very much.”

“So does it means we’re together now?”

“It’s up to you,” Hyunjin says. “I wanna be with you. Very much. Do you want to be with me?”

You couldn’t ask for anything better.

“Very much.”

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