#BAHA god when he was like. “my hand slipped” so fucking good

[unknownarmageddon]

bright, flashing lights speckled the corners of killer's vision, each burst of color washing over cross and making the grin on his face very clear.

cross, killer wasn't adverse to saying at all, was a handsome man. fuck, was he good looking, and killer told him, quite enthusiastically, how pretty he thought he was.

"S-ssso I tol' em, i ssaid, sucka saaahckrum," cross said with a stumbling cackle, swirling his half-empty cup of some overly sweet concoction, a few streams streaking down his chin as he took a messy sip, and oh, how killer wanted to lick it, but sadly, he'd already done it so many times tonight that cross would only get annoyed.

killer's stare raked over cross from head to toe, his own teeth hooked on a cup of wine. cross had called him a snob for it, but killer wasn't much of a fan of getting black out drunk, and he quite liked the smoother drinks. plus, he liked wine glasses; they snapped easily and made for great quick weapons.

cross's tux was crumpled, the tie loosened tantalizingly, the collar open enough that cross's collarbone jutted out and killer's teeth dug into the glass of his cup a little harder.

his..... whatever he was to him, cross looked ravishing, wearing a dark tuxedo, a deep red like maroon or crimson, the color of blood almost, and it made something in killer's soul tingle with want. red on white, to simplify it. killer looked him up and down, eyes lidded, the alcohol warming him from the inside out and making his already loose tongue even looser, and he butted into cross's messy rendition of a story of some fight he'd had back in his first year of uni with a junior.

"how long b'fer i can take ya home again?"

cross let out a loud snort, and gods, killer loved when cross let go like this, forgetting his anxieties, not giving a shit about something stupid like being presentable, or having an inside voice.

cross was always beautiful, but there was something stunning about seeing him cut loose from his self-imposed restraints. something that put killer in awe, to see cross wild and free.

"we ain' fuckin' goin' home," cross said, his words spilling all over the place, "not until y'tell me why, uh.."

his face scrunched, and he took a long moment to think, each second adding to the bubbling pit of laughter that started to rise in killer's gut the longer cross struggled.

he was tempted to tease him for it, but cross blurted, "why y'broughtt me hh- ...ng..."

his head hit the table before he lifted it and said, "gimme."

killer's wine glass was snatched from him, and killer gaped as cross downed the rest of his wine, and gave an uncharacteristic chuckle at killer's expression. "y'look dum."

killer gave cross a light punch, mock-outraged, "whydja do that, ya prick, i was still drinkin' that!"

cross took a smug sip of his drink, leaning onto his right arm and getting into killer's space, "i paid fer it."

that he did.

that he did.

-

they stayed there, talking, enjoying their time together, and their magic slowly burned through the alcohol until, when they were finally kicked out at closing time, they weren't really drunk anymore.

killer's snickering and cross's chuckles were fueled by the mutual joy rather than alcohol, and even though cross had regained his senses, his grin wasn't any less bright, and killer just smiled at him.

helplessly, one would even say.

"i can't believe you tried to fight that orc," cross muttered as he slid his keys into his apartment door, "he didn't do a single thing that merited a punch."

killer, leaning against the wall, gave a rough laugh, pushing off the wall, and slinking in after cross once the door opened, sauntering straight into cross's bedroom to flop onto his bed.

"he called you pretty!"

"you call me pretty too," cross said, standing in the bathroom, the door open.

"he doesn't know what he was talking about," killer chirped, his gaze running along the curve of cross's spine as cross tugged off his button up and undershirt.

"and you do?" cross asked, shooting a look over, and killer sat up, reclining on his elbows as he flashed cross a charming grin that made cross's cheeks flush a pretty lilac.

"more than most," killer said vaguely, his grin salacious and cross grumbled as he reached out and pulled the bathroom door shut, locking it, and killer cackled from the bed.

later, dressed normally now, cross stood by the bed, meticulously folding and fixing their rented suits so he could return them in good condition.

"clean freak," killer commented at the way cross slowly tucked the suits into the special hangers.

"buzzard," cross snipped back without any real heat, and he picked them up, and paused at killer's state of dress, as if he'd only just noticed it. "...why are you wearing that?"

killer looked down at himself, a self-satisfied grin on his face as he held his, or, well, cross's shirt, out, "like it? i never took ya for a cartoon guy."

killer had apparently found cross's loony toons themed pajamas; a pattern of cartoon character heads were all over it, and the pants were matching.

cross scoffed, but killer saw the faint purple, and his smile grew, though he groaned as cross said, "no, not that, i mean, you gonna stay here while i return these?"

he held up the suits and shook them a bit, and killer pouted.

hell to the no.

ten minutes later, they were climbing into cross's little old truck, killer aggressively cranking the window thing to lower it and kicking his feet up, the little cartoon characters on his clothes rippling in the wind.

killer had somehow convinced him to not only let him go out in his pjs, but for cross to go out in his own too. killer's bare feet bounced in time with the music that played, the space between them comfortable, until finally, cross slowed, and turned in to a parking lot, shifting the gearstick into park and letting the truck turn off.

the rental shop was quiet, with the hum buzz of lights overhead and a tired looking girl behind the register, droning in a bit of a lackluster voice that she'd need to confirm they were the right people and whatnot, and as cross spoke to her, trying to find his receipt, killer's attention was caught by... someone.

the girl walked off into the back, leaving cross holding the suits as she went to fetch something, and cross returned to killer's side with a yawn, his voice already taking on that low pitch it did whenever he was sleepy. "y'wanna sleep in tomorrow?"

killer tore his eyes away from the stranger, grinning, "sure thing, criss-cross, as if i'd say no ta stay in bed with ya all day."

cross snorted, elbowing killer, and opened his mouth, though the voice killer heard was most definitely not cross's.

"Odd place to be so late, Cross."

cross jerked, the warm sleepiness melting away into horror, and killer had the pleasure of watching all of cross's softness vanish into tense unease.

the stranger, the one killer had been eyeing before, not liking the way they'd been staring at him and cross, strode up to them, a rather unpleasant smile on his face as he set a hand on cross's shoulder.

"Suits, is it?" he ran a curled finger down the plastic cover that wrapped around the suits, and his smile took a wider, sharper glint, "Surely a dress would be far more suited for you, my dear."

cross cringed at that, and hot fury swelled in killer's soul.

"Though, considering how... distastefully you're dressed, I suppose wearing the wrong things is nothing new to you, hm?"

killer snatched the guy's hand, forcing it away from cross, his eyes narrowed and teeth bared as he drew cross away from him, putting himself between them, hissing through his teeth, "keep yours hands offa him."

cross's hand gripped onto killer's shoulder, squeezing tightly as he whispered, "it's fine. it's just. my, uh.."

"Father. I'm... his," the man's eyes narrowed with a hint of mocking amusement, "father, I suppose. I am XGaster."

cross's fingers were digging into killer's shoulder, and killer grit his teeth. oh, he hated this guy.

the door opened behind the register, and the girl came back, and cross plastered on a grin, giving her the suits and taking killer's hand, his words hasty, "w-well, i've, uh, i've got work tomorrow, so-"

"How cruel of you, child, to dismiss your own father so quickly," xgaster said, "Where are your manners? Come, introduce me to your..."

killer wanted to rip his throat out at the way he looked at them, at their linked hands, at cross's downcast face, and smiled wider.

"Companion," xgaster finished, that stupid grin wider, and cross swallowed, grip tightening on killer's hand.

"he's- uh.. he's--"

"i'm killer, cross's boyfriend," killer butted in, his tone flat, "and i'd appreciate it if you buzzed off so we can go home and eat."

cross hissed killer's name softly, but killer's eyes were on xgaster, giving him a smile that was more of a snarl, less a grin and more of a show of teeth.

"You'd do well to mind your tongue," xgaster started, eyelights flaring, and killer puffed his chest out, his fingers twitching, itching to pull out his knife--

"killer," cross snapped, yanking him back, looking more and more stressed the longer xgaster stood there, and cross pulled him out of the building, into the parking lot to hiss at him, "don't agitate him."

killer yanked his hand free of cross's, growling, "he's talking down at you, and you're just letting him??"

he pointed at the doors, where xgaster's tall figure stood just beyond the doors, his words clipped and irate, "you might be a doormat to him, but i'm not fuckin' bowin'."

cross opened his mouth, to apologize, to say something, and they both jerked away from the doors as they opened and cross's father stepped out, that same scheming grin on his face.

"Leaving without saying goodbye? You've become so cold to me, Cross."

killer snarled, and cross opened his mouth to protest, and xgaster just spoke over him, "I merely wanted to see what you've been doing. I've heard so little from you."

cross shut his mouth, hands fisting at his sides, shaking.

"Appalling, how little you care for family these days."

"c-come have dinner with us-," cross blurted in a rush, and killer wanted to throttle him, wanted to smack some sense into him, and judging from the look in cross's eyes, he'd probably beg him to. of course, neither of them could do much, as xgaster gave a wide grin.

"It'd be my pleasure."

-

killer despised xgaster. oh, he fucking hated him. every word he said was dripping with unpleasant intent, commenting, saying things that were so targeting, killer was surprised xgaster hadn't already pulled out a gun and shot him point blank.

"Perhaps you should consider a different vehicle, that.. truck of yours seems far too untrustworthy."

killer really really wanted to drive a knife through this guy's head.

"i can't really afford a new car," cross admitted, leading the way to the apartment. xgaster scanned every bit of the place with disapproving eyes.

"Nor proper housing, or clothing," xgaster muttered, "Had I known you were living in such... poverty, I would have come visited far sooner."

cross's shoulders slumped.

killer shouldered his way between them, turning and grinning up at the fucker, "yeah, sadly, we can't drink diamond filtered water and wipe our asses with sheets of gold like you."

xgaster's eyes flared with outrage, and killer danced away to cross's side, taking his hand, squeezing it, steadying him enough that he could unlock the door and let xgaster in.

killer pulled the door shut behind them, locking it, and flicking the latch into place, and xgaster frowned as he stood in the kitchen.

"Where is the dining room."

cross flushed in shame, "i-i don't have one, i just have. these."

he pointed at the pair of barstools, pushed in under the bar, "a table wouldn't fit in here."

"Pity. Well, I had no desire to eat," xgaster said, stalking around the kitchen, hand running along cross's appliances, "much less such low quality meals. Tell me, did you ever learn how to cook properly?"

killer bristled, "he cooks way fuckin' better than any of your stupid ass private chefs do, you pompous bastard."

xgaster shot him another glare, before clicking his tongue, "Is this the kind of crowd you associate with, Cross? Vulgar, disrespectful," those purple eyelights flicked down to killer's soul, "defective monsters?"

"i'll show you improper--"

"killer," cross interrupted, "please."

"I can't imagine you've many friends, if this is how your guests are treated."

killer really wished he could just cave xgaster's skull in, he hated the tone he used, that stupid, condescending tone.

"killer just. has a temper-" cross wrung his hands, uncharacteristically subdued, eyes downcast, probably to keep xgaster from seeing the utter rage burning there.

"Something you share in common," xgaster said pointedly, and cross's shoulders hitched up, his voice defensive in a way killer had never heard before.

"i did not do that on purpose, you know that."

"And yet, your brother remains hurt all the same."

"i didn't mean to-"

"Then why did you."

cross's teeth clicked shut, and he took a shaking breath before he said, "the only reason i did any of it, was because of you."

he pointed at his father with sharp jerks of his hand, his voice venomous, "i only lashed out because you, and you fucked up kid tried to ruin everything-"

"Don't waste your breath. I have had enough of you playing victim," xgaster snapped, "Own up to your mistakes. You can't hide from it any longer."

"i am not hiding!"

"Then why are you here, living in this impoverished closet, using a fake name, living as if you are someone you aren't? What else could that be, Sans, if not hiding," xgaster demanded, his voice booming too loudly in the small apartment.

-

killer went very very still and silent, staring at xgaster with an eerily blank expression, and cross would have asked him if he was okay, would have tried to calm him down, if his own soul weren't convulsing with a repulsion so strong, cross felt like throwing up.

"don't call me that." cross hated how his own voice trembled, how it softened into something meek, into something scared, when internally, he was starting to understand how killer found it reasonable to kill a man.

"You are my creation," xgaster said, and that was one of the things cross hated most to hear. he never wanted to have any sort of connection to xgaster, "I call you whatever I please."

"my name is cross." he was starting to tremble.

xgaster gave a mocking grin, "So you've said. However, it's an incorrect statement. Your name is S-"

"CROSS," he shouted, shouting the word so harshly that it burned in his throat, "stop calling me that-!"

"Or what, child? You'll assault me too?"

like he had attacked papyrus.

"You're not in stripes anymore, Sans. Act your age. Resorting to violence over a nickname is childish."

cross's chest was tight, his eyelights burning, and he understood why killer-

killer.

cross glanced at him, to see if he was alright, if he was unstable, and found that killer was gone.

he'd gone. where did he go? did he leave cross alone? why? why would he do that-

"You don't need to lie in the mud with worms. You do not belong here," xgaster said lowly, like a devil on his shoulder, and his hand was an uncomfortable weight on his shoulder, his voice too close, "You do not need that thing. You can be better than this, Sans."

cross whipped around, slapping xgaster's hand off, and snarling at him, "don't talk about him like that. get the hell out of my house and stay gone."

he hissed it with vitriol so harsh, it gave xgaster pause, and cross stormed away, searching for killer, loath to think that xgaster had upset him, had driven him away.

or maybe he'd left cross entirely, knowing now what kind of things haunted cross. or, hunted, more like.

cross opened the bedroom door, the last room he'd yet to check, his voice quivering, "killer-"

there was a violent crash and a roar behind him, and cross twisted, scrambling back out and gasping, his soul stopping cold, eyes wide as he watched killer topple xgaster, and plunge his knife, the one cross had locked in a closet, into xgaster's shoulder.

-

cross gaped, staring as xgaster reached a frantic hand out, desperate for the only other person there to save him, his other hand cut clean off, "San--"

cross scrambled over, and a glimmer of hope lit up xgaster's face, because surely, sure cross would take this vermin and be rid of him, and save xgaster. out of the three of them, after all, xgaster was certain his life was of importance.

he reached, anticipating the moment cross took his hand and neutralized the insane monster--

-

xgaster's out stretched hand was stepped on, kicked aside even, something in his hand crunching, and xgaster screeched, which was also promptly shut up as killer planted, a foot on his face and rammed his knife ruthlessly into xgaster's chest, three times for good measure, giving it a hard twist, grinning at the shocked gurgle.

blood spurted, pooling already, some of it dripping down killer's face from when he'd lopped off the fucker's arm, getting his vengeance.

he'd told him not to touch cross, and he hadn't listened.

killer tossed his knife aside, kicking xgaster in the face one good time, and was quickly tackled, and he grunted, stumbling back, adrenaline still thrumming in his magic, his soul singing and trilling for a fightfightfightfightfightfight but the roar calmed to a dead stop as he was dragged into a fierce hug.

"holy fuck, you- you actually-"

cross was sputtering, his voice a whisper, awed, his hands running up killer's bloodied arms and cupping his cheeks, and killer gave a sheepish grin, "my hand slipped."

cross gave a disbelieving laugh, the sound muffling as he kissed killer, and honestly, he'd never been kissed before to celebrate murdering someone, but he rather liked it.

he was dragged closer, flush against cross, a proximity he gladly accepted, his own hands around cross's waist, and he couldn't get enough of the sporadic giggles that bubbled up from cross between breathless kisses.

there was another weak gurgle, a final shuddering breath, and cross pulled back to squint down at his dead father, before breaking into semi-hysterical giggles, leaning into killer as he went weak with it, cackling, and killer held him up, struck silent at the way cross looked, cheeks smeared with red and eyes bright with unhinged joy, his face a lovely purple and smile wider than killer was used to seeing, and it was yet again hitting him how much he liked cross.

cross caught his breath, chuckling as he said, "h-he-" another snicker, "the last thing he saw was-- his dying moment is us kissing over him--"

killer burst into laughter.

-storytime anon

erm uhm uh a little rushed but also killer later on telling cross he looks good all bloody and cross being like "only you would think that" and killer is like "you never know what kinda depraved folk exist out there"

and then they kiss and also go out drinking to celebrate

YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!! BANGER!!!

[lovelyjj]

Honeymoon

jj maybank x reader

wc: 2.4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink

idea from @lyndys

Being newlyweds was the highlight of your whole life. Being with JJ was like magic. He understood you like no other. He treated you like you were a queen.

When you were teenagers your relationship was pretty serious. You were young and in love. Doing all the clichés. It was like god decided to be nice and gave you the perfect person for you. JJ was your person since you were teenagers.

The two of you went on your honeymoon to the Bahamas. You were staying at the Grand Hyatt Baha Mar. The hotel room was huge. There was a couch area and a big white lush bed. It was everything you could dream of and more.

There were even rose petals circulating the bathtub. You were in awe. It started to feel like paradise. But wherever you were as long as you were with JJ, it was paradise.

You were taking it all in when JJ slipped his arms around your waist from behind.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it,” JJ whispered.

“Yeah, and all ours,” you giggled.

“What do you want to do first?” JJ asked.

“Hmmm maybe take a nap, I’m jet lagged,” you yawned.

“Whatever my wife wants, she gets. Hot damn I love saying that.”

JJ flopped onto the big bed and you followed suit. You were both facing each other and you got under the covers. You were looking into JJ’s sparkling blue eyes and you were falling in love all over again.

His eyes were like the ocean, you could get lost swimming in them. They were simply breathtaking. JJ was beautiful and you always told him how stunning he is. You were lucky to have such a handsome husband.

“J your eyes, when you look at me, I feel like the most important person in the world,” you whispered.

“You are the most important person in the world,” JJ responded as he booped your nose.

“So are you,” you argued.

JJ smiled and then tucked you into his embrace. Your face rested against his neck and his chin was on top of your head.

Eventually the two of you went into dreamland, wrapped up in each other. It was nice to rest for a little bit after a long travel day.

When JJ woke up he was still groggy. He looked over and saw you peacefully sleeping and he was overwhelmed with love at the sight. Your silk tank top was loose and your breasts were spilling out of it.

JJ would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on. You looked so beautiful and he wanted to make love to his wife. Even though you previously agreed to being fucked while asleep, JJ wanted you awake.

JJ hovered over the top of you and leaned down to attach his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and gentle. It was a wake up kiss. JJ’s hands were on ether side of your head. He dipped down and locked your lips together.

“Mmmmh,” you moaned with your eyes still closed.

“Hi baby, rise and shine,” JJ greeted.

“Hi J,” you spoke quietly.

“Did you sleep well?” JJ asked.

“I always sleep good when I’m with you,” you responded.

JJ rutted his hip’s between your legs signaling that he was horny. This caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Your heart was palpitating.

“It’s time to christen this hotel room, starting with the bed,” JJ smirked.

“Oh yeah?” you grinned.

“Yeah,” JJ rutted his hips against your core, causing you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Let’s get this off,” JJ tugged at your tank top.

JJ lifted the fabric over your head and tossed it to the floor. JJ’s gaze was hungry as he scanned your bare chest. JJ attached his mouth to your nipple and sucked. His other hand massaged the left boob.

JJ swirled his tongue around the bud and left kisses all around it.

“Missed my girls,” JJ said as he squeezed them both.

Then JJ continued to put the other boob in his mouth. His teeth grazed your nipple and you shuddered. Your hands were carding through JJ’s golden locks.

“You’re so perfect, my beautiful baby,” JJ hummed.

JJ kissed down your stomach til he was just above the band of your pajama shorts. You started to get shy with JJ fully clothed. You tugged on his shirt and he quickly discarded it.

You ran your hands down his sculpted torso. It was almost enough to make you moan, almost. JJ asked if he can take off your shorts which you agreed.

He actually took your panties off with your shorts. JJ thought about eating you out but he didn’t think he could take not being inside you any longer. His dick was painfully hard. It was easy to get hard when he was around you.

“Please J, need you now,” you begged.

“Need me baby? Need my cock?”

“Please.”

JJ was quick to remove his pajamas and pull down his underwear. His cock sprung free hard and red. You were anticipating him going inside you. You couldn’t think of a better feeling than being full. By JJ.

JJ lined himself up at your entrance. The tip of his cock was rubbing through your folds. When he figured he teased you enough he slid into you inch by inch.

Ever so slowly JJ slid into you engulfing him in warmth.

“So wet for me,” JJ moaned.

“Mhmm,” you moaned out as he sunk into you.

JJ began to kiss you on the lips to let himself settle into you. You kissed him back with fervor and passion. Then JJ moved to your jaw and then your neck. He sucked deep purple marks on the skin of your neck.

He slowly started to pull out and slam back in keeping a bruising pace. You cried out as he rammed into you.

“Jayj,” you whined.

“I know baby I know,” he cooed.

JJ kept thrusting into you and you kept whining at the stretch. He was hitting your spot so deep inside you, you were seeing stars. JJ kept looking down to see the place you were connected.

JJ also couldn’t help but admire your beauty. Your hair was splayed over the pillow and your face was contorted in pleasure. He took pride in the fact he was the only one that could make you feel that way.

“My beautiful wife, want me to fill you up?”

Your head was hazy. All you could muster was a “Mhmm.”

“Gonna breed you pretty baby!”

JJ reached down and rubbed circles on your clit and you knew you were done for. JJ could tell you were close with the way you were clenching around him.

“Gonna spill my cum into you and make a baby. You’d like that wouldn’t you, gonna make you a mommy.”

JJ’s trusts started to become sloppy.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, I’m not gonna last much longer,” JJ panted.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, have you swollen with my child.” JJ rasped.

“Jayj Im close,” you cried his words making you flushed and even more turned on.

“I know I can tell let go for me,” JJ instructed.

With one last particularly deep trust your orgasm washed over as you felt euphoric. Your whole body felt tingly and your skin felt hot. Your heart was racing.

“There you go mama,” JJ praised.

JJ then spilled his cum deep inside you in hot white ropes. He fucked you through your orgasm and you milked him clean.

JJ collapsed next to you and pulled you close to him. The two of you laid there catching your breaths. There was a sheen of sweat decorating yours and JJ’s skin.

“I love you so much,” JJ announced.

“I love you too,” you responded.

“Do you want to take a bath?” JJ added.

“Yes please.”

The hotel bathroom was huge. It was all white and lush. There was a big bathtub lined up by the window. You had brought your own bath bombs and salts with you from home.

JJ got the bath all ready for you. He even put some flower petals in it. The water was getting hot and it was time to get in.

“Thank you J,” you spoke quietly.

JJ helped you step into the large tub. He got in shortly after. The water was relaxing and it felt good on your muscles. JJ started rubbing your shoulders because he knew that’s where you carried your stress.

Being on your honeymoon you weren’t that stressed. You were having the time of your life with the love of you life. You were the most relaxed you’ve been in a while.

When JJ was done with your massage he started to draw hearts on your back with soap. You hummed enjoying the intimacy of the bath. The two of you washed your bodies and hair, taking your time to dote on one another.

When the water in the bath was turning cold you decided to get out. There were some nice fluffy robes from the hotel that you put on. It made you all warm and toasty.

The two of you sat in your robes and ordered room service, and did nothing but relax together.

——————-

The next day you guys went to the beach. It was breathtaking. The water was clear and a nice turquoise color. The sun was shining brightly and it was a good day to be on the sand.

JJ was drinking a beer curtesy of the beachside bar. You looked so hot in your bikini JJ had to control himself not to take you right then and there.

“Will you help me put on sunscreen?” You asked JJ.

“Sure baby.”

JJ squirted the lotion on his hand and rubbed it on your back. He smothered your arms and then he moved to your chest. JJ was mesmerized as he coated your boobs in sunscreen.

“JJ.”

“Sorry,” he breathed as he continued to rub it in.

He got your stomach and your legs even though you were perfectly capable of doing it. After he had put your sunscreen on, you laid back down on your lounge chair.

The two of you sat talking and soaking up the sun. JJ was drinking and you had your water.

The thing about JJ is he gets really clingy when he’s drunk, or even just drinking actually.

“Come here babe come sit on my lap,” JJ beckoned.

You did so happily. You sat on his lap facing him and took his hat off. You put the hat on your head instead. JJ kissed your lips in a hungry way. You let out a shriek but then melted into it.

JJ’s hands were roaming your body, holding your hips, resting on your thigh, holding your ankle. He even wrapped his arms around you and rested them on the small of your back.

“You’re so hot babe,” JJ complimented.

“You’re looking pretty sexy yourself,” you replied.

JJ was shirtless trying to tan. His golden skin was shiny. He looked perfect. His lips were nice and a deep shade of pink. His eyes were sparkling. His hair was fluffy. He looked so desirable.

JJ stood up holding the back our your legs while you clung to him. He made his way to the ocean. He entered the water as you squealed. He then dropped you into the water. Then he went underwater himself.

“It’s cold!” you shrieked.

“I know but doesn’t it feel good,” JJ calmly said.

After swimming in the ocean the two of you decided to go back to your hotel room. Once you got back you chose to take a shower to rinse off all the sad. And of course JJ insisted you shower together.

The shower was wide. It only took a few seconds for both of you to strip down out of your swimwear. JJ turned the water on hot, warming you up.

JJ’s lips were on yours in an instant. The kiss was frantic and fiery. It made you giddy and excited. You could taste the beer on his tongue. Your lips were crushing together. Your stomach was tingling.

JJ trailed kissed down your neck and collarbones. He sucked purple marks on your skin. He then bit at your shoulder and soothed the bite with his tongue.

“Want me to fuck you against this shower wall?” JJ asked.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Ok mama, m’gonna give it to you good,” JJ rasped.

JJ swiped his fingers through your folds and collected your wetness. He then put the fingers in his mouth sucking off the juices.

You wrapped your legs around JJ’s torso, leaning on the shower wall. JJ lined himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. You let out a moan at the stretch. JJ let out a sigh in contentment.

“Move please,” you begged.

JJ didn’t need to be told twice. He started trusting into you while you clang to him. He pulled almost all the way out just to slam back in. Your heart rate was speeding up.

JJ was on cloud 9. He was reveling in the fact he was having sex with his wife. He was feeling an insane amount of pleasure and he didn’t want it to stop.

“I’m addicted to this pussy it’s like it was made for me,” JJ panted.

“Mhmm,” you mewled.

As the water poured down on you, you clung to JJ as he kept up with his thrusts. JJ moved one hand that was holding you up and started rubbing your clit. You were getting close and JJ could tell.

“Hold on for me,” JJ breathed.

You didn’t know how long you could hold on but you were gonna try your best. JJ’s thrust were starting to get messy. You could feel his dick twitching.

“Alright let go for me baby,” JJ instructed.

With a load moan you came around JJ’s cock.

Shortly after JJ spilled his load inside of you filling you up.

When the two of you caught your breath you actually took a shower. JJ helped wash your hair and your body. You helped him wash his hair and body. Both of you enjoying the intimacy.

When you were done in the show both of you put the hotel robes on. The rest of the honeymoon was filled with sex, love, relaxing, and being with each other and enjoying being husband and wife. The trip was a trip of a lifetime. You were extremely lucky to have a partner as amazing as JJ.