#boy PLEASE put on some sunscreen

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

ephemeral

Pairing: Batfam x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k words

Summary: You were forgetting something. However the most frustrating part was you couldn't seem to remember what exactly it was that you were forgetting.

A/N: This was inspired by this post by @bonefanatic! I know that it's Yandere!Batfam in the OG post but as soon as I read it this is just what it inspired. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Part 2

You were renowned for forgetting things.

You'd always forget to bring your keys the day when your mother happened to be running late. You'd forget your pencil case on the day of exams and forget your bus pass on the rare days that your father didn't give you a ride.

On sunny days you'd forget to wear your sunscreen. On rainy days, much like today, you'd forget your umbrella. Now, when you were a young girl, running back home through the rain wouldn't matter. In fact, you had vague memories of your feet splashing through puddles, hands shielding your face from the pelting rain while you and an old lover got soaked to the bone.

You could hardly even remember those days; just the sound of splashing puddles and the deep petrichor, the cold of the rain mixed with the warmth of someone's laughter...

A coo brought you out of your thoughts and your eyes met those of bright blue. The baby strapped to your chest gave you a semblance of a toothy smile, his teeth only beginning to come out and you returned it, leaning in to rub your nose against his, revelling in the giggles it brought out.

The sweet boy, who only ever saw you, was the reason you couldn't let yourself get wet, standing in the shade of an apartment building and choosing to wait out the rain.

You gave your baby a once over, making sure that he didn't get wet in your effort to reach the building. He looked fine and his clothing wasn't wet, although he did seem a little cold. You held his tiny hands in between your palms, repeating the process with his feet until you were satisfied.

The door of the building swung open and you immediately covered Thomas' ears to protect him from the cold breeze, letting him burrow his face into your chest.

In came a man that had to be larger than anyone you had ever seen in your life. Clearly, he had been caught in the rain, his boots were soaked and so was his leather jacket. He donned a motorcycle helmet, and your stomach lurched at the thought of him driving that out in this weather. Without realizing it, your eyes glanced over his figure, wondering if he had possibly gotten hurt.

When you brought your eyes back up from his muddy boots to his face you were slightly startled. When had he taken off his helmet? His blue eyes stared back at you, shock apparent on his features before he had schooled them back to monotony.

"Are you lost? I don't think you live here." His voice was low and gravelly, but it found a familiar place in the back of your head.

You gave him a small smile, "No, I'm just trying to wait out the rain. I forgot to bring an umbrella, and I really don't want my son to get sick."

His eyes glanced down to your son and you curiously watched as something swirled in his eyes. Longing perhaps? Maybe he had some baby fever? It didn't quite seem like that though...you just couldn't put your finger on it.

"Would you like me to call you a cab?"

"I already tried. The streets here are too narrow for a cab to drive through so I'd have to walk a bit before I'd reach the road."

He nodded, taking a beat before he responded, "Wait here."

And then he took off for the stairs and even though he looked relaxed, you saw him taking multiples stairs in a single step, resisting the curious urge to tell him to be careful and not to slip because of his wet shoes.

He didn't make you wait long, reappearing in less than 5 minutes with an umbrella and something else in his hands.

"Oh, I couldn't."

"Please, I insist. I don't think the rain is going to stop anytime soon and there isn't anywhere for you to sit down," He said earnestly, placing the umbrella in your hands, "I already called a cab. It should be waiting for you at the corner."

"Thank you, young man." You watched him run his fingers through the cute little tuft of white hair bashfully before he handed you something else—a fuzzy blanket patterned with bats.

You looked curiously up at him, "For the little guy. He looks cold."

You really wanted to refuse, but Thomas' nose and ears had begun to turn red from the chill and with the blanket he'd be better protected as you walked to the cab. So, you bundled up the baby in the cozy blanket and thanked the man again who said goodbye with a melancholic smile.

While taking the cab home, your fingers traced over the embroidered monogram in the corner of the blanket that looked like it was brand new.

T.W.

***

You don't know what it was about the travelling circus that had you so enraptured. There was just something about watching the acrobats soar through the sky like birds, as though they were weightless, that made you feel equal parts worried and in awe.

It was unusual. You didn't enjoy watching gymnasts while you grew up and you had certainly never visited a circus, and yet while sitting in the seats for the performance of Haly's travelling circus for the 4th time since they had arrived at Gotham, you couldn't help but wait in anticipation for the show to begin.

Thomas was clutched to your lap, every bit as excited as you were, when a man with dark hair and blue eyes—a common feature here in Gotham, it seemed—sat next to you.

You spared him a glance, only to find him staring back at you with a small smile and a cone of roasted chestnuts in his hand. He handed you a pair of ear protectors.

"They're handing it outside the tent—wouldn't want the little guy to hurt his ears."

You thanked him with a smile, placing them over Thomas' ears and giggling when he laughed at you pointing at the man who returned his toothy grin with one of his own.

"Would you like one?" He offered, holding out the warm chestnuts for you to take and you obliged, thanking him and relishing in the taste and the immediate warmth that spread through your body.

"So, what brings you to the circus?"

Your arms tightened around Thomas, resting your cheek on the top of his head as you contemplated the answer, "I don't know. I just like the acrobats. Every time I watch them, I feel comfortable, like I've been watching them my entire life. Which is weird because I've never seen acrobats before Haly's circus came to Gotham."

You looked back at him, "What about you?"

"My mom used to be an acrobat here. After I lost her, I like to visit, so I don't forget her." He explained, eyes scrolling across the bright colours of the circus, taking everything in. You placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to comfort him.

He looked down at Thomas, watching as the baby gave him an innocent grin that had returned with a sad smile and giving a delicate little pinch to his pudgy thigh before looking back up at you.

"I really don't want to lose my mom a second time."

***

One thing you really couldn't appreciate enough before having children was the freedom to shop for groceries all alone. Now, after having an infant, something as simple as stocking the fridge turned into a long and arduous feat.

You’d have to get Thomas dressed, make sure his nappy was changed, and time it just right—long enough since he’d eaten that you wouldn’t need to change him again, but not so long that he’d get hungry and need you to breastfeed him in the middle of the store.

Not only that, you'd also be stuck pushing a cart around with him strapped to your chest because he was still too young for the shopping cart.

And finally, the most torturous part of this whole excursion—the car loading. Most of your bags were heavy and packed full, and you couldn’t load them into the trunk with Thomas strapped to you.

So, you’d carefully place him in the car seat, turning on the engine and air conditioning to cool the car after its time baking in the parking lot. Then, you’d haul the heavy groceries into the trunk, turn off the car, take Thomas back out, return the trolley to its rightful place, and—once again—secure him in his car seat before finally heading home.

You stared at the cart full of groceries—enough to last you at least 3 weeks so you wouldn't have to make another trip for a while—trying to summon the energy to load the heavy items in the blasted vehicle.

"Mo—Ma'am?"

A young man approached you, a half-drunk coffee in his hand and your brows twitched. Just how many coffees had this boy had today? You shook your head of the thought. Why would you even care?

"Do you need some help?"

Giving him a polite smile, you shook your head, "I'm okay. Thank you, sweetie."

He gave you a sad smile, and it made you immediately want to take your words back and to give him the world instead. The feeling confused you even more. Why were you so concerned about him? And why did he look so sad after you refused his request? If anything, he should’ve been relieved that he wouldn’t have to do any work.

"Are you sure? I really don't mind." He tried again, this time placing his hand on the handle of the trolley, his hand just a hair away from yours. It was peculiar—your instinct for stranger-danger urged you to pull your hand away, and yet, you felt an equally strong urge to place your hand over his.

You smiled again, "I guess I'll take you up on your offer."

He was stronger than he looked. Despite his scrawny frame, he easily lifted your bags into the trunk, loading everything and shutting it in record time. Dusting off his hands with a proud smile, he turned to you as if expecting praise—only to deflate when he caught you watching him with a small, lingering smile.

It was as though he grew sadder with each passing second, his expression dimming as he gave you one last longing look before turning that same gaze to Thomas, "I’ll return the cart for you. Why don’t you strap him in?"

You nodded, thanking him again, "Thank you so much for your help."

Using Thomas’ little fist, you waved goodbye to the boy. He returned it with an expression far too tired for his young face. You resisted the urge to tell him to get a good night’s rest, instead watching him push the trolley away through your rearview mirror. A pang hit your chest at the sight of his slumped shoulders.

***

A figure collided with your back and you would have been knocked over if he had been any taller, however when you looked down, a young boy with dark hair and beautiful green eyes looked back up at you.

"Ummi..." He murmured, before he even had a chance to stop himself and you frowned in concern for this child who couldn't have been more than 9 years old who all of a sudden looked so small and unsure and something in your soul reached out for him.

You leaned down, well, as much as you could with a baby strapped to your chest, "Did you lose your mom, sweetheart?"

He flinched, eyes going wide and his bottom lip began to tremble in a way that made you want to hold him to your heart and soothe him, "Yes...I have lost my ummi...and I wish she'd come back....I miss her very much."

You reached out a hand before you could stop yourself, almost reaching for him to run your fingers through his hair and scratch your nails lightly against his scalp—

"Damian!"

Your hand froze an inch away as a man, slightly older than you, ran up to him. When your eyes met his, a rush of something surged through you—so intense and so sudden that there wasn’t even time for an epiphany.

All you knew was, you had met this man before.

Only, you couldn't remember when.

"I'm sorry about him. You know how kids are." The man with familiar blue eyes told you, flashing you a charming smile that had done an incredibly good job of hiding the misery underneath. And yet, you still saw past the mask. And still… you chose to look away.

You smiled up at him before glancing down at Thomas, now realizing why this curious stranger's eyes felt so familiar—your son looked up at you with almost identical ones, "I do know."

The man followed your gaze to the happy baby in your arms and you watched as the corner of his lips had dropped from the calculated smile he had worn. It was like he had frozen in time and the more you watched him, the more despondent his expression became.

His son—Damian. Why did that name sound so familiar?— looked up at him with concern, now grabbing his hand and tugging him away.

"Baba." He said softly, finally managing to knock the man out of his stupor.

"Oh," He finally spoke, looking down at his distressed son, "I'm sorry, miss. I hope my son didn't hurt you or the baby. If you need any medical bills covered, you can contact this number."

He handed you a business card and walked away before you could even argue about how absurd it was that you would ask for him to pay your medical bills over his adorable son bumping into you. It was an honest mistake!

You could only watch them walk away before your eyes looked down at the Wayne Enterprises business card.

"Bruce Wayne, CEO."

'Bruce'

You swore you had heard that name before.

And yet... you'd forgotten.

***

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[kxsagi]

Hiii I love your writing!! Can I request bllk boys going to the beach with reader and seeing her in a bikini for the first time? If you don’t feel comfortable doing it this ignore it.

“𝐎𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒”

a/n: thank you so much!!! i loved this idea because reader is truly that girl 🙂‍↕️

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, bachira meguru

isagi yoichi

this man was minding his business. sipping on juice, building a terrible sandcastle, humming some tune he half-remembered from the radio. 

and then you walked out from behind the cabana like you were the main character in a summer rom-com. in slow motion. with the wind doing a full-blown l’oreal ad through your hair. bikini shining. legs shining. the sun personally blessed you. 

and isagi? dropped his juice box. the straw stabbed him in the leg. he didn’t feel a thing. 

“uhh… y-you look– i mean– wow– sand is hot. hot. you look hot. i mean, the weather. yeah, the weather's hot.” 

man is fully buffering like a busted wifi router. his internal monologue is just static and the phrase “do not stare at her boobs. do not stare at her boobs.” 

spoiler: he stared. and at your thighs especially, too.  

then tripped over a beach chair. 

then said “i meant to fall.” 

itoshi rin

you took your cover-up off and rin visibly blue-screened. he was standing there with his arms crossed, glaring at a crab for getting too close to his towel, and then his whole demeanor shifted like someone flipped his switch. his mouth opened like he was gonna say something… but instead he just stood there, blinking. 

“… that’s your swimsuit?” 

“you don’t like it?” 

“… no, i like it. i just wasn’t ready to be spiritually attacked today.” 

he spends the entire day pretending he’s not looking, but his peripheral vision is working overtime. he’s squinting at you from behind his sunglasses like he’s trying to calculate the trajectory of a meteor strike, but it’s just your hips swaying as you walk past. 

he tries to distract himself by kicking a ball around, but immediately kicks it into a child’s sandcastle and gets called a “meanie.” karma fr. 

itoshi sae

smirked like the villain in a summer drama. 

you stepped out in your bikini, and sae leaned back in his beach chair like: “damn. you’re trying to ruin lives today, huh?” 

he’s not flustered, you are. because he’s looking at you with the most unbothered, devastatingly smug expression. head tilted, lip curled, straight-up mentally printing a 'do not touch' warning sign over your body. 

“don’t wander off too far,” he hums. 

“why? scared someone’ll flirt with me?” 

“no. scared i’ll have to knock them out and get banned from the beach.” 

says it casually. while applying your sunscreen for you with very slow, deliberate movements. 

you never finish the bottle. he ‘accidentally’ squirts too much. every time. 

kaiser michael

dramatic gasp. 

literally takes off his sunglasses, wipes them, puts them back on, and gasps again. 

“liebling… you did this on purpose.” 

you: “what?” 

him: “don’t play innocent with me. you walked out here looking like a summer fantasy, and i’m just supposed to be normal?” 

immediately claims you like he’s a rich husband at a yacht party. he throws a towel over your shoulders like a cape and holds your waist in full view of everyone. 

kaiser, loudly to strangers: “yes, this is MY girlfriend. no photos please. unless you're asking for a selfie of how fine she looks. i’m selling them for 100 euros.” 

gives you a shell and says, “this is the only other beautiful thing i found here.” 

you: “did you buy this from the gift shop?” 

him: “no. shut up.” 

nagi seishiro

was 95% asleep under an umbrella. sand on his chest. half a chip on his cheek. 

you walked over and softly said his name. 

he opened one eye. blinked. “woah.” 

then fully sat up like a zombie rising from the dead. “you look like a dream.” 

you: “you think i look good?” 

“no, i mean i thought i was still asleep. you look too hot for real life.” 

immediately refuses to let you walk away. attaches himself to your leg like a sleepy cat. 

"nooo... don’t go into the water yet, just sit here and let me look at you. i’m tired. your body’s energizing.” 

tries to carry you bridal-style to the shore and immediately trips because he didn’t think that far ahead. 

sulks about it all day. still won’t let go of your hand. 

mikage reo

short-circuits. 

genuinely might’ve combusted. one minute he’s hyping himself up to go jet skiing, next minute you come out and he forgets how to breathe. 

“… okay but like. why do you look like that. why is this happening to me.” 

becomes your personal assistant for the day. adjusts your towel. fans you. cuts up fruit like it’s a spa retreat. 

“do you need a drink? sunscreen? massage? foot rub? new life insurance plan???” 

you: “reo, calm down.” 

him, flustered: “I CAN’T. YOU’RE TOO POWERFUL.” 

tries to distract himself by doing flips in the water. nearly drowns. gets saved by a lifeguard. tells everyone it was part of his workout. 

shidou ryusei

lets out a wolf whistle so loud it startles a seagull. 

“ZOO. WEE. MAMA. who gave you permission to look like that?” 

starts clapping like you just won a beauty pageant. 

“give it up for my girlfriend, everybody! queen of the beach! hottest thing since global warming!” 

tries to spray sunscreen on you but ends up drawing a smiley face on your stomach instead. 

laughs. takes a picture. sets it as his home screen. 

calls you “beach baddie” the whole day and won’t shut up about how he “manifested” you. 

“you’re not allowed to leave my side. i’m your emotional support freak.” 

narrates everything you do like it’s a nature documentary. “and here we see the bikini goddess in her natural habitat, slaying effortlessly.” 

karasu tabito

looked at you once and said: “damn, i gotta sit down.” 

he was already sitting down. spilled his drink. spilled his soul. 

“listen, i’m tryna be chill but you just walked out here looking like a thirst trap and i’m a weak man.” 

goes from funny to protective real fast. you bent over to grab your bag and he almost threw a towel over you like a dad at a middle school dance. 

“yo, save some beauty for the rest of the beach, please.” 

grabs your waist every time another guy even thinks about looking. 

his flirting turns into roast battles real quick. 

you: “you’re drooling.” 

him: “you’re hallucinating from how fine you are. get help.” 

bachira meguru

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH–” that was the first thing he said. 

man started running around in circles like he just won the lottery. 

“you’re real!! you’re really my girlfriend!! and you’re so hot i think i just blacked out for a second!!” 

jumps into the water and starts doing synchronized swimming moves. alone. 

offers to make you a crown out of seaweed. calls you “bikini royalty.” 

clings to you like a magnet. literally clutches your waist and growls at anyone who comes too close. 

“mine. back off. i will bite.” says it with a smile. 

he’s so proud it’s insane. he does not shut up about you for even one second. 

at one point he just yells, “I LOVE HER!!!” to the whole beach. 

somebody claps. he bows. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[flseur]

꒰ 𐙚 it's so lonely in my mansion — jjk men ꒱

⟡ synopsis : you've always gotten whatever you've wanted, and it doesn't stop with the men you're interested in.

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, richgirl!reader, pool boy!gojo, private chef!suguru, ceo!nanami, age gap ( reader is in her early 20s, characters are in their mid 20s to early 30s ), fingering, missionary, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, doggy

౨ৎ note : first multi-chara fic in a bit ! it's a bit shorter than what i usually write i think bc i needed to do a bio and cogsci lectures right after but please enjoy ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

❥₊ ⊹ "o-oh fuck!" you moan out, your little frilly pink bathing suit was thrown somewhere haphazardly and your breasts press against the strong plains of satoru's bare chest.

you were staying at your parent's summer house in the hamptons, it's upkeep being done completely by the hired staff. but one member of them would always catch your attention.

snowy white hair with matching long lashes, bright cerulean eyes, and a body that's hard to take your mind off of.

satoru had recently been hired to take care your olympic-sized pool, and you certainly were not complaining at the free (not really free) show that came with him cleaning it.

every time you knew he was coming over to do some work, you'd be out sunbathing, doing pilates, or "homework" outside. and every time you'd ask him for help with something.

your sweet voice would call him over, pouty lips and big eyes stare up at him and ask him, ever so innocently, "satoruuu... can you help me with this?"

which led to where you were right now. after about 2 weeks of asking him for his help, you finally asked him if he could, "pretty please put sunscreen on my back?"

you were flipped over on your stomach, laying on a lounge chair with your skimpy pink bikini bottoms doing absolutely nothing to cover your ass and you swore you could hear him gulp loudly.

his large hands massaged the lotion into your back, getting lower and lower until he stopped right where the string of your bottoms were.

confused, you whip your head around to see why he stopped before turning back over to face him.

"fuck..." you heard him sigh under his breath before hastily pressing his lips onto yours. "you're such a fucking tease."

satoru wasted no time ripping your swimsuit off, one hand coming up to pinch one of your nipples while the other crept towards your aching heat.

his lithe fingers brush against your folds before his thumb finally presses on your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

satoru continues his ministrations on your pussy until he feels your hand wrap around his wrist, making him stop his movements. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced throughout his voice.

"no..." you mumble. "i just want you to fuck me now."

satoru lolls his head backwards and groans, "fuck, baby... you don't know what you do to me. don't know how long i've wanted to fuck you and this pretty pussy."

"then do it." you chide, getting impatient.

hurriedly, satoru removes his black board shorts, his cock springs free. the tip is flushed pink with precum leaking from it.

satoru's hands grab at the fat of your hips, pulling you down the lounge chair and making your ass flush against his his own hips.

you squirm against him, desperate for friction then whimpering when your clit bumps against the head of his dick.

"patient, princess." a small smirk pulls on his pink lips as he watches you pout up at him.

"put it in already." you groan, getting more and more impatient.

and though satoru does like how horny you are for him, he's almost sure that he's more turned on then you are. he swears he's never been this hard before.

he leans down, his arms caging you in as his cock sinks into you. "stop squeezing me... can hardly move." he moans.

"c-can't," you gasp, feeling him stretch your pussy. "you're s'big..."

your ears were ringing and stars blurred your vision, the way he was splitting you open was deliciously sinful.

satoru lets out a low moan before pulling out almost completely, only leaving the tip in before thrusting his full length in.

"oh my god!" you cry out, your manicured fingers wrap around his torso and dig into his pale skin.

his pace was relentless, the feeling of his thick cock dragging inside your walls and his tip continously pressing that gooey spot in you was overwhelming paired with his balls slapping against your ass.

you were on the brink of your orgasm, feeling the build-up in your tummy. "g'nna cum—" your sobs turn into near screams as you feel one of satoru's hands creep down and rub your puffy clit.

"cum for me. cum on my cock, god, baby please cum. c-can feel you squeezing me, oh fuck." he babbles, not entirely sure of what he was saying but he knew one thing, and it was that he was going to make sure he got to fuck you every chance he got before you left for school again.

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

❥₊ ⊹ though you have all the money you need to buy new purses, clothes, and sports cars, money simply could not buy you cooking skills. after countless of cooking classes for beginners (and dozens of burnt meals), your parents decided to hire a private chef for you. and that chef was suguru.

he was there to make whatever you wished for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which you appreciated but ever since he's come into your mansion, you've found yourself craving something... different.

and suguru could tell. each time you first came downstairs in the morning you were always in some silky pyjama set. dainty lace straps of the top would always be falling off of your shoulders where he'd see no bra strap causing his eyes to fall down to your breasts and he would see your pert nipples peeking through.

but this time, you had come downstairs in a tiny little pyjama dress that did not cover your ass at all. suguru had asked you what you wanted for breakfast and you mumbled "pancakes" quietly, still trying to wake up.

you brushed past him to open a top cupboard, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a cup, your dress moving upwards and showcasing your -- oh my god you weren't wearing any panties.

suguru held back a groan at the sight of your bare pussy before muttering a quiet "fuck it" and you felt his large hands grip your hips, flipping you around to face him before he urgently pressed his lips into yours.

soon enough, he has you bare with your ass sitting on the cold marble countertops. black tufts of hair tickle your inner thighs while your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure.

suguru licks a strip up your pussy, from your hole to your clit. then one of his hands creeps closer to your heat and a thick finger plunges into you causing you to moan out.

your hands grab at his hair, pulling at the roots and he moans against you. his fingers work wonders in you, each thrust calculated and precise. every press from the digits would hit that sweet spot that made your ears ring.

his mouth was the opposite of his fingers, wrapped around your clit slurping loudly and messily. his moans made you press his face deeper into your cunt, basically riding his face.

"cum on my face, pretty girl..." he looks up at you, alluring eyes looking at your own. "know you've been wanting to, i'll let you, baby.”

you let out a strangled cry and grind quicker against his face, clit bumping against his nose. your cries get higher in pitch until finally the dam breaks and you orgasm all over suguru's face yet he never once stops his ministrations. his mouth continues to work your clit and his fingers are still fucking into you.

you were about to be thrown into another mind-numbing orgasm, tears lining your eyes and you sobbed out in overstimulation until the high was ripped away from you.

"w-what?" you looked up at suguru, confused.

"this time, you're gonna cum on my cock instead," he says before you hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor.

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

❥₊ ⊹ he knew he had an important meeting. knew it was with your father, but here nanami is, balls deep in his competitors daughter, whispering about how much he loves you.

you were bent over his large desk, your head facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. cute little tweed skirt pushed above your hips and your gucci monogrammed fishnet tights had a hole ripped out from the crotch.

when kento had ripped the hole, you gasped, ready to give him an earful of how hard it was for you to get those but you were quickly cut off by feeling his thick cock split you open accompanied by his strained voice saying, "i'll just get you another pair... another dozen if i get to do this to you..."

his hands were grabbing at your ass, while his eyes watched it recoil with each thrust of his hips. your pussy was dragging him in deeper, squeezing him impossibly tighter, it took everything in kento to not cum early, he needed to make sure you came at least twice before he does.

the sinful noise of skin against skin, accompanied by hushed moans permeated the office. each thrust of his cock was deep and impactful, but the pace was still quick. as much as he would love to take his time with you, he can't today.

"love you, baby," he moans. "love you so much, g'nna marry you one day, i swear..." kento rolls his hips, the head of his length pressing that gooey spot in you.

you let out a mewl, freshly manicured nails gripping the mahogany wood of the desk. you fuck your hips back onto him, relishing in the sheer amount of pleasure your boyfriend was providing you.

wanting to see your face, nanami's strong arms reach around your torso and pulls you upward, your back arching. he has one strong hand against your jaw, making your head face him while his other hand slithers down to your sopping pussy.

"k-kiss me..." you struggle between moans. "please kiss me."

and kento obliges. he presses his lips to yours as his hand begins to rub hurried circles to your puffy clit, making you moan into his mouth.

the drag of his thick cock paired with the stimulation of your clit was addicting, you pull apart from the kiss and your eyes roll to the back of your head. kento was overwhelming your senses, he was everywhere you needed him and everywhere you wanted him.

as your impending orgasm catches up to you, your hand grips the wrist of the hand playing with your pussy, the blunt of your nails dig into the skin.

"i-i'm cumming!" you sob, cunt sucking his cock in deeper and coating it as well as his wrist in your arousal. "love you s'much kento!" words slurring, still riding out your orgasm.

"one more time, princess... need you to cum one more time." he groans in your ear, moving downwards to press open-mouth kisses to your neck. his cock still bullying your insides while his lithe fingers rub your little clit relentlessly.

"y-yes!" you gasp, chest heaving.

"that's it... cum for me..." he coos.

as you come down from your second high, your ears ring but as soon as you come to, you realize the ringing wasn't from them. but instead it was from your phone.

[ (1) MISSED CALL FROM : DAD ]

dad: Y/N.

dad: Where the hell are you?!

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Good Enough To Squeeze 💦 (Pro!Deku x Chubby!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: BF!Izuku "Deku" Midoriya x GF!Reader

Synopsis: When you’re invited to a pool party with your sexy, famous hero boyfriend, you’re more than happy to wear your usual oversized T-shirt and shorts combo. But when your man notices how much you appear to be a fish out of water surrounded by all of the bikinis, he is more than happy to ease those insecurities and show you how sexy you are…no matter who sees.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Established Relationship; Aged Up!Deku (Early 20s-30s); Reader Is Chubby/Plus-Sized; Body Insecurity; Deku Is A Great BF; Sneaky Sex; Bathroom Sex; Dom!Deku x sub!Reader; Spanking; Mild Oral (Giving & Receiving); Doggy Over The Sink; Public Sex; Daddy Kink; Deku Is A FREAK; Dick Piercing/Nipple Piercings; Mutual O; Creampie; Aftercare; Getting Caught (tee hee!); Possible Foursome?

Disclaimer:  I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Happy 4th of July to all who celebrate!! 🥰🧨 I felt like writing some nasty shit about my favorite broccoli boi after seeing that art of him. Credits to this sexy ass fanart all go to soeduh_ on Twitter! Please follow them HERE! Enjoy & remember: ALL BODIES ARE SUMMER BODIES. GO PUT ON THAT BIKINI NOW. -Jazz

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"Baby!" your boyfriend calls from outside the bathroom door. "You still in there? We have to leave in, like, ten minutes!"

You turn away from your reflexion in the full length bathroom mirror, your heart thumping in fear that your man will open the door. "U-Uh, okay, babe!" you stammer. "Hold up! Just a minute!"

You turn back to look at the full-figured woman standing before you wearing the string bikini that for some reason you were so tempted to buy from the mall. It is a bright sunshine yellow with a thong bikini bottom that certainly does make your plump ass look immaculate.

But the other stuff? They don't make you feel the least bit immaculate. Or sexy or hot or whatever else your boyfriend always calls you.

As you zero in on each part of your body, you're hyperaware of each flaw, like the way your titties sag slightly in your bikini cups. Or how prominent your cellulite looks on your thighs. Or how your tummy protrudes under the strings of your bikini bottom, all rolls and love handles.

You raise your chubby arms, frowning at the hanging flesh there, and then poke your stomach. All soft flesh. You feel so...exposed. Though you're aware every girl at Bakugou and Mina's pool party will probably be wearing the same thing, you feel like you can't.

You bought this bikini specifically for this pool party a week ago and thought you looked good in it beforehand, but as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror now, all you can think about is ripping it off and returning it (because you kept the receipt).

What were you thinking? And what was Izuku, your sexy, hot pro hero boyfriend with abs and a firm ass to die for thinking calling you hot in this?!

"I can't wear this," you whisper to yourself. But as you begin to reach back to untie the bikini top, feeling uncomfortable and itchy in it, you're interrupted again.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Baby, we're down to five!" Izuku hollers. "Is everything alright?" He sounds worried which isn't good. Quickly, you run the sink water on high. "Y-Yeah!" you stammer. "Sorry, I just spilled water on the floor. I'll meet you outside."

Your heart thumps wildly, hoping he won't come in and see you trying to take your bathing suit off. You know he'll protest, your sweet, supportive Izuku. You still wonder how you managed to bag a guy like him.

"Well...okay," he reluctantly replies. "I'll pack the sunscreen for you and get the AC runnin'!"

When he finally leaves, you sigh in relief. You don't want your boyfriend coming in and seeing you crash out over a bathing suit. You look at the shirt and denim cut-offs sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Your saving grace.

When you pull on the oversized shirt and shorts over your bikini, though it allows you the coverage and hiding you crave, you also feel...weird. Trapped. Unconfident. You hate how you feel.

But you don't have time to wonder why with the clock winding down. Quickly, you grab your pool bag and flip flops before hurrying to meet your boyfriend in the driveway.

Izuku is leaning against his dark green sports car when you show up outside. He looks like a damn catalogue model standing there in the bright sun, his Raybans on his eyes and only wearing his trunks and a tight white tank top. Your lick your lips at the light dusting of freckles across his broad shoulders and chest, his muscles so prominent and yummy.

"Ready!" you announce, plastering on a big, fat smile. He smiles at the sight of you...but then that smile quickly fades. He looks put off at the sight of you. "What's up?" you ask.

Those emerald eyes still look confused as they roam over your outfit. "Uh...nothing!" he chirps, plastering on a fake smile. "It's just...didn't you have a bathing suit you bought that you wanted to wear?"

You are one step ahead of him, having already cooked up a story as to why you didn't wear it so he won't worry about you. "Oh, I got juice on it, so it's in the washer machine," you quickly lie. "So I threw this on. Don't worry, this fits me better anyway!"

Izuku still looks pretty concerned and unswayed by your chipper attitude though. He knows you way too well. But you figured as his girlfriend for five years and roommate, he would know you like the pages of his favorite book.

Izuku has always treated you as the beautiful, sexy woman you want to be seen as. Despite your different body shapes obvious size difference (funny enough, Izuku is TALLER than you!), and the fact that he could always go for a smaller, more famous woman, the #1 pro hero still holds you up on a pedestal.

And so you try to hide this from him in the hopes to not worry or hurt him. "I'm fine, babe," you coo, placing a hand on his arm. "Now c'mon before Bakugou blows up your phone for being late...and you know he'll LITERALLY blow it up."

Despite Izuku's obvious concern, he still gets in the driver's seat while you crawl into the passenger's side and skids off from your shared condo for your mutual friends' party.

As you suspected, Bakugou and Mina went all out for this party: the outside of their mansion is decorated in inflatable beach balls, fake tiki torches, and paper lanterns while colorful animal floaties, pool noodles, and water guns surround the mammoth-sized pool filled with people. There are tables filled with booze, Jell-O shots, and BBQ thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills.

Everywhere you look, you see guests dressed in their best swimwear...and girls in all kinds of bathing suits. All of them sexy. All of them exposing skin. You already feel like a zebra in a herd of a gazelles. Despite Izuku's firm hand in yours, you feel so unconfident and already want to go home.

Luckily, one of the hosts greets you before you can. Bakugou has on his best orange trunks while the rest of him is shirtless, tattoos and muscles on full display. You may have had some dreams involving him and Izuku together with you a few times.

"There you extras are," he huffs, smirking at you and Izuku, the sweetheart pair. Then he wrinkles his nose at you. "You lose your bathing suit or somethin', squirt?"

Squirt-the stupid nickname he calls you because of your height. "It's underneath, Bakugou," you sarcastically reply, "but thank you for your concern." You think you see Bakugou shoot Izuku a confused glance, but you ignore it.

Then Mina comes bounding over in a zebra-print bikini, looking absolutely fabulous in it. Her legs and stomach are toned from years of training. Her perky breasts jiggle enticingly. And her ass? You could bounce a whole bank off of it!

"Eeee, you're here!" she squeals, squeezing you and Izuku both to her in a tight embrace. You can smell the tequila off of her, mixing in with the scent of mango shampoo in her pink curls. "Come on, we've got BBQ and plenty of alcohol. You two want some shots?"

She drags you and Izuku over to the tables with Bakugou, her grumpy yet hot boyfriend, trailing after you, yelling at you to not take all of the twisted teas.

Once you take a Jell-O shot with Izuku, you both hooking your elbows together to drink in unison, you fill your red cup up with some of Mina's concoction: fruit punch spiked with vodka and topped with an umbrella. The alcohol helps to ease your anxiety, pushing it deep down enough for you to act like you're enjoying yourself.

As you begin to socialize with people, you become increasingly aware of how "out of bounds" you are even more. Conversing with Mina and the group from UA becomes difficult once you notice how good all the girls look in their bikinis.

And of course, they notice that you didn't go with the pool party attire.

"Kero, you didn't wear a bathing suit, Y/N?" Tsuyu curiously asks in her frog-green bikini. You simmer in the sun with everyone's eyes on you. "O-Oh, it's underneath," you nervously giggle.

"You must be hot in that though!" Kiri protests, looking so funny with the white streak of sunscreen on his nose. "This sun is blazing! Sweating is real manly, but jeez!"

You give him a tight-lipped smile, sweating out of awkwardness...and because of the sun. You don't dare raise your arms. "I just wore this because I burn easily."

"That's a good idea," Momo agrees, looking damn near like a Victoria's Secret model in her red bathing suit that outlines her perfect, slender body. "I tend to burn easily too, but Jirou insisted I just apply more sunscreen."

Jirou tuts in her purple bikini, an arm wrapped around Momo's slender waist. Uraraka giggles to herself, looking so cute in her pink bikini with white flowers posted on each of her bikini cups. She suddenly gasps, pointing. "Oh, look! Pool animals!"

You and the girls turn excitedly, gaping at the inflatable zebras, giraffes, hippos, and frogs being tossed in the pool by Denki and Sero. Mina, drunk as hell, tries to hurry over, but Bakugou snatches her back by her bikini bottoms.

"Hold up, Pinkie," he growls. "You need more sunscreen on ya. Can't have you lookin' like a damn shrimp." You watch as he squirts some sunscreen on his hands and rubs it up and down her toned back, hips, and ass, making her jiggle when he gives her a playful smack on the behind.

"Thank you, baby," she giggles, kissing him on the cheek. "Now come swim with me!" She takes his hand and drags him off with the others, leaving you to watch in envy. You tug at the collar of your shirt, hot and sweaty, the blue water looking extra appetizing.

'Just take off the damn shirt!' your inner voice screams at you. 'Who cares about how you look? It's a pool party!'

Luckily, Izuku comes to your rescue before you can succumb to your inner thoughts. He is a little tipsy judging by his squinty, green eyes and flushed cheeks. Probably too many Jell-O shots. He looks so cute when he's drunk.

"Hey, you," he coos, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. "You're not gettin' in the pool?" You cross your arms over your chest, soothing yourself. "I will," you reply. "I just ate though. It's not good to swim when you just ate."

It's a shit lie and Izuku knows it. You only ate a piece of BBQ chicken and a salad...and that was an hour ago! He suddenly leans in, placing a hand on the small of your back. "Can we talk for a minute?" he whispers. Oh, boy. You can already tell this is about something serious.

You know you can't escape this, so you let Izuku lead you away from the party and in the mansion for one of the many bathrooms. This one is located in the back of the house, away from the party that turns to muffled noises once Izuku gets you alone.

He first checks to make sure you're alone before he shuts the door. You swallow, feeling uncomfortably big like Alice in a too-small room. "What's up?" you ask, doing your best to seem as innocent as possible.

Your boyfriend turns to you, a crease between his brows. He looks so worried. So conflicted. You immediately feel like shit. "I didn't wanna say anything and ruin the party for you, but Kaachan practically forced me to do this. I can't help but feel like you wore this for a reason and you're not telling me why."

Your stomach plummets as reality hits you. You knew that this would happen. That he would find out about you and your secrets.

He comes towards you, his emerald eyes etched in worry and gentleness. "Why didn't you wear your bikini?" he gently asks. "Did you really spill juice on it?"

You feel your body tremble in fear. Fear about the truth. "No," you defeatedly confess. "I do have it on under my shirt, but I..." You stare down at your white-painted toes, swallowing the lump growing in your throat.

Izuku presses his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to meet his forest-green irises. "But what, doll?" he gently encourages. "Talk to me."

The lump grows bigger and you can feel tears stinging in your eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup you applied with your waterproof mascara and face mist. You hope that the waterproof applies to tears too. "I didn't think I looked good in it," you whimper.

Izuku gapes at you, shocked. "What?!" he exclaims. "Baby, are you kidding?! That bikini was made for you! You looked amazing in it!"

You roll your eyes, once again adverting your gaze from his shocked expression. "You're just saying that 'cause you're my boyfriend," you mutter.

You try to turn away, but Izuku holds you firmly by your arms, keeping you still. His eyes are serious and intense, enflamed with a passionate fire that you've only seen a handful of times. Izuku is usually very laidback and non-confrontational...but not today. You've pushed him.

"No, I'm not," he firmly says. "You looked fucking hot, Y/N. When you sent me that photo at work the first time you tried it on, it took everything in me to not race and put you in our mattress."

Your body grows hot from his dirty confession. It isn't like your boyfriend isn't sexual from time to time, but you don't think he's ever been this blatantly freaky before. "R-Really?" you stammer.

"Really," he answers, stroking your chubby cheek with his calloused, scarred hand. "You're perfect, doll, and I need to you to know that. Bikinis are made for ALL bodies, including yours, and you shouldn't feel insecure about the way you're made."

The saddened, embarrassed tears in your eyes turn to ones of happiness. You giggle, pressing your hands against Izuku's hard planes of pecs, the two studs of his nipple piercings rubbing against your thumbs. "Well, maybe not if I'm with a guy as hot as you," you bashfully agree.

Izuku's other hand moves to cup your ass in your cut-offs, making your pussy throb. "Yeah?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then why don't you take that off and show me that bikini underneath?"

"Right here?" you giggle. The sound of the party sounds louder now despite you being nowhere near it. Izuku's hooded, lustful gaze pulls you in, making you want to do everything he wants. "Right here. I locked the door, so no one's comin' in."

That gives you some relief...and arouses you so much that you fear that your thong is a pool now. Especially when Izuku starts using those plush lips on yours, giving you a slow, sensual kiss like he knows you enjoy. He just knows what makes you sticky for him.

So you unbutton and unzip your shorts before sliding them down your thick, plushy thighs, slinking out of them. Izuku's eyes flicker down to your bikini bottoms, a dark shade of lust coating them as his eyes roam over your cellulite and stretch marks. "Baby," he murmurs. "You're perfect."

Then you peel off your shirt and toss it aside, leaving your juicy breasts exposed in your yellow bikini top. Standing before your man and the growing tent in his trunks, you realize just how wrong you were: you are sexy.

"Turn around," he demands. His tone is low and firm, exciting you. You do as he says and brace your hands on the sink as he comes up behind you. His hands begin to roam over your body, drinking in your rolls and plushy stomach.

You softly gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing into your backside, insistent and all yours. All yours. "Baby," you whimper. "We shouldn't-"

"Nah," Izuku interrupts, already moving to strip his top off of his head. "Don't say that. I need to show you." You feel his warm skin and toned body press into you from behind, exciting you further. "Need to show you how perfect you are."

His calloused hands begin to toy with your titties, cupping each one in his palms and massaging them. You moan, tilting your head back into his shoulder as each thumb and forefinger on his hands pinch and tweak your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your bikini cups. "Fuck," you whisper, biting your lip from the immense pleasure.

Izuku softly chortles in your ear, gently suckling on your earlobe as his lips travel down your neck. It doesn't take long for your core to grow hot with arousal, your pussy growing stickier and wetter with every ministration.

He then twists you around to face him and peels the thin cups away to expose your titties to him. His eyes widen an inch, blown with lust and astonishment. "God," he softly groans. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

One of the things that never fails to make you hot and sticky is Izuku's dirty ass mouth. He never cusses in public, even when the cameras aren't around, but in private? The man swears like a sailor, especially when he's deep in your pussy.

He latches his lips onto one of your hardened peaks, gently sucking and nibbling on it as he massages the other. You bite back a loud moan, arching your back and pushing your chest farther into his wet tongue. "Izu," you moan. "W-We really should get back to the party."

"Fuck the party," he growls against your tits. "All my entertainment is right here."

He pulls away, leaving your nipples wet with his spit, and stands a good arm's length from you, teasing you. With mirth in his forest-green eyes, he pulls at the ties holding his shorts up and takes them down, revealing the pale skin of his thighs untouched by the sun and his cock.

His beautiful, hard, throbbing, veiny cock swinging between his thighs sinewy with hair as green as the top of his head. The pink head drips with pre-cum and shines with a metal ball piercing at the tip, desperate to be licked.

You gape at his dick and his impressive body, your fingers itching to indulge in his muscles and the silky, velvety skin of his shaft.

"Yours too," he says, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Don't you want your boyfriend too, baby doll?"

He takes your hands and presses them against his abs, drawing them down to his cock. He bites his lip as your chubbier fingers toy with his shaft, a soft, lewd groan leaving his lips.

The way heat and wetness pools between your thighs screams yes to you. Your entire body reacts to his touch, voice, and the sight of his body, all of you ready to take all of him.

And minutes later, with your pussy slick from his tongue and your arousal and his cock wet with your spit after spitting and sucking on it, you do take him. Deep and slow.

Izuku has you bent you over the sink and your bikini bottoms pulled to the side, his cock sliding in and out of your slick, tight, velvety-soft pussy, enchanted by the way your lips stretch around his length and girth as he pounds into you from behind.

Your mouth falls agape, wanton, loud moans dripping from your lips as your feel his dick piercing kiss that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

Izuku presses his face into your hair, breathing in your shampoo as his hands grip your hips tight, keeping you locked against him. "You look so fuckin' good in this," he groans. "My baby is so pretty."

You feel him grip your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at her," he demands. "Look at that sexy bitch getting fucked by her man. Don't you dare turn away."

You stare at the full-figured, plus-sized woman staring back at you in the mirror, her hair a fucked-out mess and her face screwed in pleasure, streaks of mascara on her cheeks and gloss all over her lips from feverish kissing.

With her bikini top hanging from her stomach, her cups peeled down, her juicy tits jiggle with each thrust that Izuku makes, her tummy and ass jiggling in tandem from the force of his fucking. Her thong is pulled to the side, allowing Izuku easier access to pound into her for a sneaky fuck.

You are exposed. All of you. And you are beautiful. You see exactly what Izuku sees now. "Izu!" you moan. "Fuck, go faster! Please!"

Your pro hero, with his handsome face flushed with arousal and from the activity, widens his eyes at you. Then he splits into a big grin. "Faster?" he chuckles. "Sure, babe, but you gotta keep it down. You'll have the whole party come lookin' for us."

He begins to pound into you faster, harder, one hand gripping your stomach while the other massages your ass, his fingers kneading the glorious, soft globes of pure goodness. "Or maybe you want that," he whispers. "Maybe you're so slutty that you want everybody else to know too."

SMACK!

You squeak as his hand comes down to smack your ass, hard and rough, the sound ricocheting across the bathroom walls. "Then everybody can see how good my baby looks gettin' fucked in her pretty bikini."

SMACK!

"Ah!" you gasp, feeling your pussy twitch around his cock. The sharp sting excites you even more, making your slick drip down your inner thighs that you can feel Isuzu's balls slap against with every thrust.

"Put your leg up," he growls. "I wanna make you cum for me right here. I wanna be deeper." You slowly bring your knee up on the sink, allowing him to sink deeper inside of you. He hides his loud moan into the crook of your neck, desperately pressing his lips into you to avoid screaming at the top of his lungs.

Your man is very local, whimpering, groaning, and grunting about how good your cunt feels tightly gripping him, forcing him to pump all of his inches inside of you. You have to clap your hand tight over your mouth to muffle your moans as he drills into you, making you bounce against his cock like a bunny rabbit.

It doesn't take long for you to feel your core tighten like a knot, your body hyper aroused by the cologne on Izuku's skin combined with his cock massaging your insides. "Oh, my God!" you desperately sob. "Shit, Daddy, I'm close!"

Izuku smugly smiles, reaching one hand down to rub your needy clit with his thick, calloused fingers. "Already?" he chuckles. "I am too. You feel too fuckin' good, baby."

Each dirty word that falls from the sweet, seemingly innocent pro's voice brings you closer to the edge. "If you wanna cum, I need you to do one favor for me." You desperately nod, needing so badly to cream all over his cock. "You ready, doll?" he asks.

"Uh-huh!" you desperately whine, squeezing your eyes shut tight from the pleasure. You need to concentrate in order not to cum before he says to, gripping the sink for dear life as your pussy gushes and squelches from his cock constantly stroking it.

Then his lips are at your ear, whispering you sweet nothings. "Say that you're beautiful," he growls in your ear. "Say that you're the prettiest fucking woman in the world. Say that you look good as fuck in this bikini and you'll never hide your body again."

He snatches your leg off of the sink and, as fast as the speed of light, has you fully bent over the sink, your face pushing down onto the sink. "Tell me that you love your boyfriend and his thick cock," he adds. "And that you know he adores you no matter what you look like."

That's a whole mouthful, you realize. And a lot of which is a little embarrassing to say aloud. You whimper as your boyfriend fucks your tight hole, bouncing your ass off of him in an attempt to get you there faster. "I-I-"

Your boyfriend tuts, slowing down his thrusts. "I can't hear you, darling," Izuku coos. "C'mon, say it nice and pretty for me. Open that mouth up, look in the mirror, and say it!"

He wraps a hand around your hair and pulls your face up to face the mirror, making you stare at your ruined makeup and lust-blown eyes. "I'm beautiful," you whimper. "I-I'm the prettiest...prettiest..."

SMACK!

You sob as his hand comes down to smack your ass again. "Say it!" your boyfriend bellows.

"I'm the prettiest woman in the world!" you sob. "I look good as fuck and I'll never hide my body again!"

Izuku hums in satisfaction, panting and huffing with pleasure. "Aaaand?" he urges.

You whimper with embarrassment, adverting your eyes from your own to stare at your boyfriend in the mirror pounding you from behind. "A-And I love my boyfriend and his thick cock," you add, your cheeks aflame. "And I know he adores me no matter what I look like."

And you believe it.

Izuku peppers your backside in kisses, overjoyed with your words. "Goooood girl!" he joyfully coos. "You did such a good job. Now you get your reward."

He then proceeds to grip your hips and pound into you like there is no tomorrow, making you clap a hand over your mouth to hide your loud moans and screams of pleasure. You're pretty sure he is using some of his quirk here to get you there much faster. You feel as if you are on a speeding rollercoaster taking you down a steep hill.

"You want your reward, doll?" he grunts. "Huh?! Do you want my fucking cum right here, right now?!" His voice is deeper than usual and rough; demanding. It turns you on so much that it's damn near alarming.

"Yes!" you sob. "Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, please!"

"You'd better cum with me then," he demands. "Cream my fuckin' cock, baby." He goes faster, harder, nailing that spot over and over again as he frantically rubs your clit. "Cum for me!" he begs. "Do it all over your man's cock, baby! Give it to me!"

You can't stop the rush of adrenline and bliss you feel as you feel your body seize from your intense orgasm. You sob into your hand as you cum all over Izuku's throbbing cock, trembling as he continues to fuck you through it.

Desperate, slutty grunts leave Izuku's lips as he chases his orgasm in your pussy, plowing you like he owns you until his entire body freezes. "Fuck!" he yells into your neck, his volume muffled as he fills your pussy to the brim with his spunk.

You gasp as you feel the warm rush of cum fill your insides, dripping down your thighs and soaking his balls. A delirious, fucked-out smile appears on your lips, making you giggle behind your hand. You feel so good. So free.

With a soft sigh, Izuku slowly pulls out of you, leaving his cum dripping more down your juicy thighs. His cock is wet with your cream, his green eyes lustful and hooded. "Look what you did," he lustfully says. "Now you've gotta clean it all up."

With a seductive hum, you slither to your knees and lick him up, sucking and slurping your mess off of his shaft. He weakly moans at the feeling of your soft tongue licking him up like you would an ice cream cone.

He then helps you stand on your legs that feel wobbly and soft like jell-O. "You're dripping down here too," he murmurs, admiring his cum drizzling down your soft inner thighs. "Can't have people out there talkin'."

He turns you around and lifts your leg over his shoulder, proceeding to gently lap his and your mixed cum up from your pussy. "Mmm," you softly moan, tossing your head back. You just love it when he gently sucks on your pussy lips, taking extra care to be gentle and soft.

Finally, when you're all cleaned up, you wrap each other up in a tight, naked embrace, the scent of sex and sunscreen in the air. You softly smile, feeling so good and alive in his arms. "Thank you, Daddy," you murmur against his chest.

Izuku presses his hand to the back of your scalp, stroking your hair. "Don't thank me. Just wear that bikini from now on, and don't ever feel weird about your body, okay?" You nod into his chest, your smile growing when he kisses the crown of your head.

Oh, how you love your boyfriend.

Finally, he pulls away and gives you a soft, adoring smile. He reaches down to pull his shorts up over his semi-hard cock still slick with your spit. "C'mon; we should head back before-"

BANG!

"Jesus!" Izuku shouts, immediately covering your body with his. You shriek in panic, covering yourself from the people standing in the doorway.

"What the fuck, Kaachan?!" he angrily yells, his eyes growing a bright, electric green. "Don't you knock?!"

Bakugou and Mina stand in the doorway to the bathroom, smiling at the sight before them. "We did," Bakugou deadpans. "About six times, but you were too busy cumming to hear us." He smugly smiles at you and Izuku, his eyes roaming over what he can see of your body behind your boyfriend.

"I told him to leave you two be, but he insisted," Mina sighs though her cheeks are pink.

Her boyfriend pinches her hip, making her squeal from the pain. "Don't front, you little liar. You wanted to see them fuck...seems like we were too late though."

The shade of bashful pink grows on Mina's face at being exposed for being a little voyeur slut. Bakugou comes into the bathroom with his girlfriend, shutting the door behind him. "I guess the talk went well?" he assumes.

Despite his bashfulness, Izuku nods and gives you a soft, adoring smile, still covering his body with yours as you fix your bikini so it's covering your naked pussy and tits.

Mina pouts adorably, covering her heart. "Awww, you guys are too cute!" she coos. "And you look so hot in that bikini, Y/N. I'm almost jealous of Midoriya." A spark of interest appears in her golden eyes as she looks at you.

Izuku softly laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, but moves enough to reveal your body to his interested friends. "Don't be, Mina," he chuckles. "Maybe next time, you and Kaachan can join."

Bakugou tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He pulls Mina close to him, his fingers toying with her breasts right in front of you while she bites back a moan.

"Why wait?" he lustfully asks. "She might as well get some use out of that bikini, right, squirt?"

To Be Continued...

[moonchild9350]

For A Kiss

summary: mornings with Felix are your favorite.

pairing: Felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.0k

warnings: none

notes: i love this photoshoot with sunshine boy :)

please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2025)

Masterlist

You loved early mornings, the kind where the sun is beginning to peak out from the clouds, the sun rises bathing the sky in hues of yellow and orange. The air is cool and crisp, comfortable before the heat of the day. It was one of these mornings and you had a coffee cup in hand and your book in another, savoring these quiet moments before the rest of the world wakes up.

The birds are chirping, scattering to and fro as they catch their breakfast. A bunny scampers across the grass, stopping every now and then to pick at the ground, in search of something only it knows. Your eyes scan the page in front of you and your find yourself feeling excited, the feeling rising in your chest as the protagonist makes a stand; a development you’ve been waiting for for over one hundred pages.

Bringing your mug to your lips, you take a sip of coffee, a smile slowly gracing your face as what you’ve been waiting on finally makes place. Just a little more…just…a…little…

Pop

You startle in your seat at the cold liquid that just popped in your face. Recoiling in disgust, your hand reaches up to drag a finger through the sticky goo. Bubble residue. That could only mean one thing.

“Felix!” You shout playfully, turning to see your boyfriend in a fit of giggles, holding a large bubble wand in his hand.

“Gotcha baby!” He exclaims, reaching over to brush some of the residue off of your face.

“You did but now I have to start this page over,” you whine. “Lola was just about to stand up to Victor!”

Felix eyes you with amusement, tickled that you’re so caught up in your book. He loves when you get like that, stuck in the pages of your story, letting your imagination soar.

“Well, get back to Lola and Victor, I’ll be here…all alone,” he replies with a pout.

You giggle at his hysterics, finding his pout and shining eyes adorable. His freckles are more prominent today, as his skin is sun kissed after spending the last few days outside with you. You narrow your eyes at him in which he stares at you in confusion in turn.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” You asked, wanting to make sure he did as he loves to forget that he has to protect his fragile skin from turning into a tomato.

“Of course baby!”

You chuckle and watch as he turns in his chair leaving you to your reading. Settling in, you begin to read, easily getting lost in the words that breeze by. The anticipation builds once more, slowly, creeping up like a predator stalking its prey until finally Lola tells Victor to….

Pop Pop

You snap your head around to glare at Felix. More sticky residue coats your cheek and one more bubble that survived still floats in front of your face. You reach a finger up and stab it through the multicolor blob, smirking when it gives a satisfying pop. Felix just stares at you with big eyes, his hands frozen in mid air as if he was about to let out another round.

“Felix!” You shriek and he lets out a yelp as he tries to hurriedly screw the cap back on the bubbles.

You quickly set your mug and book down and tackle the man, your hands tickling him wherever they land. You giggle as Felix lets out a loud laugh, his hands trying to stop you from attacking the bits of skin that are now showing. Before he can react, you trap his hands against his head and straddle his legs, smiling down at your boyfriend triumphantly.

“Gotcha,” you say with a smirk and you chuckle as you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly.

“I’m sorry baby,” he pleads, jutting out his bottom lip, but this won’t save him now.

“Na uh, pouting won’t do. I’ll forgive you for a kiss.”

Felix considers your offer, pretending to think long and hard about it. He smoothly laces his fingers with yours and stares into your eyes causing your breath to hitch. Your eyes roam his face, taking in each freckle that’s there, to his pouty, heart shaped lips. Your heart feels like it will explode as he continues to stare at you with such love in his eyes.

“Okay, kiss me,” he murmurs, finally making his decision.

You smirk before pressing your lips to his, sighing at the familiar plushiness that takes your breath away every time. You begin to pull away, but Felix unlaces his hand with yours and holds you close as he slots his lips with yours once more. It’s sloppy, yet precise, the kind of kiss that brings you to your knees and the thought causes you to let out a whimper.

Felix grins against your lips and gently nips at them before letting you go. “There, I’m forgiven.”

You merely nod your head, feeling dazed and flushed, the feeling you only get when you’re with your boyfriend. You shuffle to get off of him and make your way back to your seat. You lay back in silence, your focus distracted, so much so you don’t see that Felix is now standing in front of you.

He snaps his fingers in front of your face and you startle, shaken out of your reverie.

“Now that you’re done thinking about how great of a kisser I am, come blow bubbles with me,” he says, handing you a spare package.

Grabbing it, you get up and follow him aways from your seats. You can hear Felix pumping himself up, mumbling to himself about how he’s going to win. However, at the word, you let a mischievous grin grace your face and you jog to catch up to your lover.

“You’re on bubble boy,” you tease, snickering at the hysterics pouring out of his mouth as you run away.

Yes, you definitely love these mornings best of all.

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[call-memissbrightside]

imagine Katsuki is your baby daddy but he has the body of a zaddy

You hadn’t slept with him since you were eighteen? When you conceived his son…? 5 and some years ago?

You’re older, more level headed but still you can’t help but notice how Katsuki’s lean physic morphed into muscle and scars and has his voice always been this deep? And the way he says your name now, with a hint of affection in his tone… and his eyes are more clear, less angry, and set on you

You find yourself more self conscious of the way your hair falls when it’s his weekend to have Katsuma, you take extra time picking out your outfit and putting on your best lipstick

“Have fun okay?” You smile at how cute Katsuma looks in his bucket hat, his toothless smile wide as Katsuki picks him up for a father-son hiking trip.

“Can i bring home a turtle to keep as my pet?” The little boy asked you, and you just know Katsuki is looking at your cleavage that the new shirt you bought showed off. How could he not?

“Absolutely not,” you don’t skip a beat, laughing at Katsuma’s fake disappointed look. Finally, you get the courage to look at Katsuki and nearly gasp.

Katsuki looks hungry, for you. You know him, or rather you knew what he looked liked when he was horny. The slight red color of his cheeks, his jaw clenching, and his red eyes are pooling in arousal.

You knew deep down you should not sleep with Katsuki. It would mess up everything you and him have tried to work on for katsuma’s sake. Yet, it felt good that you still had it in you to rile up Katsuki.

“Have fun,” you smiled at your boys, and Katsuma leaped onto Katsuki’s back but he didn’t budge.

“Keep your phone on, I don’t want you out in case of emergencies,” Katsuki flared his nose at the idea that some sleeze ball saw you like this, all dolled up and lips red, waiting tentatively at home for him and his son who he gave you… fuck stop Katsuki!

You blushed at his order, and played it off. “Okay, but please be careful.”

You put a lot of trust in Katsuki to take his own son hiking, and even if you were wanting to bone… your baby came first.

“Remember to wear sunscreen and please no running off on your own,” you pass Katsuma’s backpack to Katsuki, and the little boy sighed in annoyance.

“Mom I know,” katsuma squished his cheek against katsuki’s shoulder as he patiently waited to leave.

Katsuki didn’t struggle at all with holding his son on his back with the bag, and he loved how your raw and tender ove for his son showed on your face. Fuck, now that’s sexy, he thought.

“Take this to the car,” Katsuki lightly shook katsuma off his back, handing him the bag. Katsuma ran off, leaving his parents alone with one another.

“I’ll take care of him,” Katsuki promised, and you smiled gratefully.

Yet, you were startled when Katsuki moved closer to you, his head tilting down to whisper in your ear, “and when I get back, I’ll take care of you.”

[say-al0e]

Cling

Rating: M | This is smut! Minors, DNI! No one under 18!

Summary: For as long as you could remember, you and Steve have been close. What others see as clingy, Steve sees as comforting, right? Or, you fell in love with your best friend and suddenly, everything is too much. Warnings: Unprotected PinV, oral (f!receiving), blink and you'll miss it angst. Pairing: Steve x fem!Reader Words: 5.5k

Though the sun had long disappeared, dipped below the horizon in a blaze of oranges and reds hours ago, the scent of artificial coconut and chlorine lingered as you lounged beside the Harrington pool.

The kids disappeared with Eddie the moment the sky tinted pink, off to finish a campaign they spent much of the day discussing, and Robin followed soon after with a weak excuse designed to hide her true destination of Vicky’s house - despite the fact that you all knew.

That left you and Steve, always the last two standing.

Steve stretched out on a lounge chair to your left - sunglasses resting atop his head, t-shirt forgotten somewhere in the backyard, garishly patterned swim trunks resting low on his hips. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling evenly, though you knew he was far from sleep.

Regardless, you took the chance to study him in the rare moment of silence.

The apples of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose were tinted pink, not burned enough to cause concern but clearly effected by his time in the sun. His hair was wild and beginning to curl, free of gel and still a little damp from his last dip in the pool. The weeks of swimming, back in the pool where he spent so much time growing up, had toned his arms - his shoulders, his stomach, his thighs - and you could see the result of his resumed habits so clearly.

A swath of hair covered his chest, tapered into a faint line that disappeared into the band of his trunks, and you were struck by just how many times you’d been here - sitting to his right, smelling of chlorine and coconut. Over a decade of friendship, more than half your life, and you’d witnessed Steve go from a lanky boy to a confident twenty-something. 

Moments like this reminded you of why your best friend was one of the most sought-after bachelors in Hawkins and why, somewhere along the line, you joined the long list of those desperate for him to give you the time of day.

Only, you were lucky enough to be one of the few that had Steve’s full attention. There was little question that he knew everything - nearly everything, not this, never this - there was to know about you. Even less of a question that you would be sharing his bed later on, though not in the way you’d secretly started to want.

“Quit starin’ at me, creep.” Steve’s voice came then, before you could begin to spiral and question whether you could handle another night of sleeping beside him - wrapped in his embrace, his sheets, his scent - and you hummed.

“Just seeing if I need to get the aloe,” you teased, hoping it sounded as light as you meant it. “Should’ve listened to me, when I told you to put on sunscreen.”

Steve laughed. “You mean I should’ve sat still while you attacked me with it. I would’ve, if you’d given me some warning. Not nice to just start mauling a guy.”

“I know you dream about me mauling you.” The deflection was easy, reflexive, and accompanied by a laugh that rang a touch hollow in your own ears but Steve huffed, good-natured, anyway.

“Hm. Think that’s the other way around.” He cracked open an eye, then, and turned his head to glance at you while you reached for his half-empty beer in an effort to avoid meeting his eyes.

“Please,” you scoffed, though it was weaker than you intended. “I can’t get you to stop touching me.”

Despite his upbringing - or, really, because of it - Steve sought physical affection in those closest to him. It was true that he hadn’t stopped touching you over the course of your friendship, hugs and holding hands and cuddling on the couch. There was never any hesitation, never any awkward shuffling or adjusting. It was as natural as breathing, comfortable, and lately, you savored every brush of his skin against yours.

Still, Steve waved a dismissive hand and reached for the pack of cigarettes he discarded on the table after the kids left. “Sure.” He lit one, fixed you with a teasing grin as he took a drag. “Easy for you to say when you’re the clingiest person I know.”

The observation was not unkind. If anything, it was soft - fond. It was a joke he’d made before, once or twice, but the label ‘clingy’ struck a nerve that he likely had no idea even existed. One that hadn’t existed until recently.

There was a conversation that you weren’t supposed to hear. It was Eddie, asking the kids if he had a chance - whether you and Steve were, you know, a thing - and their varying responses. He only asked because of how close you were, he explained, how often Steve had an arm around you or you clasped his hand in yours.

Someone, you didn’t catch who because the words rang harsh in your ears, dismissed his concerns with the dreaded refusal, “Just friends.” Though another followed it with, “I’d be annoyed if I were Steve. She’s always all over him and they’re not even dating. So clingy.”

Eddie laughed, as did the others, and you waited just beyond the door for a few moments to pretend that you hadn’t heard.

After, you tried to distance yourself, if only a little, without arousing Steve’s suspicions. Despite being called clueless, unobservant or even stupid, despite his difficulty connecting the dots, there was little about you that escaped his notice. It was difficult to create space when none had existed since you were children and, clearly, you hadn’t done a very good job, anyway.

“Yeah, well, I’ll unstick myself from your side.” You intended the quip to be teasing, a joke that earned you a laugh or a soft swat as you passed him by, but it came out wrong. The words were acidic, tasted bitter in the back of your throat as they rolled off your tongue, and you could see him wince from the sting of them as you stood from your chair. “I’m gonna go shower,” you deflected, unable to look at him. “Chlorine’s burning my eyes.”

Steve sat upright as you gathered your towel and discarded clothes, your empty soda can and the tube of tropical sunscreen. He stubbed out his cigarette and reached out, hand searching for yours and coming up empty for the first time in a long time.

“Wait,” he urged, rising to his feet as you busied yourself with removing any trace of your presence from the immediate vicinity. “Did I… what did I say? Whatever it was, I didn’t -“ His brows furrowed as he lifted the hand you avoided and carded it through his hair, sighing when you winced at the sound of his sunglasses clattering to the ground.

“You didn’t - it’s nothing.” Steve tipped his head, an attempt to catch your eye as you blinked back the stinging sensation - chlorine, really, and overwhelmed, traitorous tears. “Just tired.”

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of his face. He wore a concerned frown, warm eyes raking over your form as he recounted the last few moments, before he winced. “Oh. Shit. Hey, you know I’m joking,” he insisted, taking a half-step closer. And when you took a full step back, he frozen, uncertain - unused to the distance. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know I love it when you’re close to me. It’s nice. I’m not - that was a shitty thing to say.”

“It’s okay.” You waved him off, a dismissive hand held aloft for a moment before dropping to hold your towel close to your chest, and hoped he believed the crack in your voice was from the yelling you’d done earlier in the day. “It’s true, ’s’what everyone thinks, anyway.”

“What?” He looked confused, frown deepening as he tried again. He took a cautious step to close some of the distance and lifted a hand to reach out for you before thinking better of it. His hand fell to his side and you clutched the material in your arms tight to your chest to keep from reaching out yourself. “No one thinks that.”

“They do,” you confessed, finally lifting your head to meet his gaze as you forced a laugh. “They think it’s weird and sad and annoying that I’m, like, all over you. They think I’m, like, obsessed or something.” The admission was uttered casually, as easily as you could manage when your heart felt as if it might beat out of your chest, and Steve took another tentative step forward.

“Who said that?”

Though it was phrased as a question, it came out a demand. His expression shifted, flickered from soft concern to annoyance - not at you, very rarely at you - as he waited.

“I overheard the kids joking about it,” you told him with a sigh. “And back when you were dating Nancy, Tommy and Carol said something. So did Billy. It didn’t bother me then ‘cause Tommy and Carol and Billy were morons, but now, well… Maybe they were right. I - I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so… attached.”

Steve stepped closer then, insistent despite your feeble attempt to keep the distance, and reached out for you. One warm, large hand fell to your waist, fingers finding bare skin still warm from the sun while the other cupped your cheek. He was patient, soft, as he encouraged you to meet his eyes once more.

“They were total morons. I’m honestly surprised they paid enough attention to someone else to notice,” he huffed, rolling his eyes at the memory of your former friends. “And the kids, they’re just kids. They don’t - don’t listen to them, alright. I don’t think you’re clingy or annoying or sad or anything else. I think you’re my best friend and I like being close to you.”

Though it brought you comfort to hear how adamantly he denied thinking you were clingy - how adamantly he denied finding your constant presence annoying - the reminder that he only saw you as a friend did little to ease the roiling in the pit of your stomach. 

A fresh wave of traitorous tears stung at the backs of your eyes and you did your best to blink them away as you nodded. “Yeah,” you nodded, acknowledging him with a watery half-smile. “Okay.”

“Hey, I’m serious,” he asserted, dipping his head to search your face for the answer to a question he had yet to ask. “I want you close to me, like, all the time. Robin laughs at me but I don’t really know what to do when you’re not there. I like it when you hold my hand or sit on my lap. It… it makes me feel like you want me with you as much as I want to be with you.”

Though the lump in your throat persisted, though the tears still threatened to fall, you immediately reassured him. “Of course I want you to be with me. I love spending time with you.” You sighed, allowing yourself to melt into Steve’s touch. “It’s always been us.”

“Always has been, always will be,” he confirmed, smile soft but still a touch concerned. He hesitated for a moment, seeming to weigh his words for the first time in a long time, before he settled on asking, “What’s up, babe? Why’d it bother you so much?”

“It’s stupid.”

Immediately, Steve shook his head. He refused to allow you to wave it off, to dismiss the tease that clearly hurt your feelings, as his thumb stroked your cheek. “It’s not, not if it’s bothering you.”

“I just…” You inhaled sharply, eyes closing as you attempted to gather your thoughts. Though Steve’s closeness would’ve brought you comfort under ordinary circumstances, it made it difficult for you to concentrate as your heart began to beat a touch too fast. “Just been thinking,” you finally began, choosing your words carefully. “It was fine when we were kids but, I mean, we’re adults now. What happens when one of your dates pays off and you find someone to fall in love with? Don’t think she’ll be too happy with, you know, this. It’s not like we can cuddle on the couch or have sleepovers for the rest of our lives.”

Steve remained quiet for a long moment - a silence that stretched on forever, thick and suffocating - and you swallowed the emotion clumping in the back of your throat before opening your eyes. You were met with his warm gaze, soft brown eyes flickering with an emotion you couldn’t quite read as he took a half-step closer.

“What if… I mean, we could.” Two words, and you felt frozen in uncertainty. Everything around you, everything outside of Steve, ceased to exist. You could feel your heart thudding heavily in your chest, your breath caught in your throat as you waited for him to elaborate. “The dates,” he began, now looking as nervous as you felt, “none of them have felt right. They don’t feel like this, like us. They don’t make me feel like you do.”

For months, you’d dreamt that Steve felt the same way. You imagined that somewhere, beneath the fond smiles and teasing jabs lingered the same nerves, the same butterflies, the same all-encompassing love. You imagined that his head was full of the same ‘what-if’s’ as you shared his bed, the same hope that you’d share the same bed for the rest of your life. You dreamt that he would one day confess his love and end your hopeless attempt at getting over him.

But now that it seemed within your grasp, so close you could practically feel his heart beating just as erratically as your own, it felt too good to be true.

“What does that mean?”

The question came as a whisper, afraid that if you spoke too loud you might break whatever spell had been cast over the backyard, but Steve heard it clearly. He met it with a half-smile as the hand on your hip began to trace nonsensical patterns across your skin - a nervous habit that made you feel as if your skin was on fire.

“Means that I want to keep holding your hand and having sleepovers,” he elaborated, voice soft in the still of the night. “Means that I… I don’t want to keep going on dates with anyone but you. Every time I think about the future, it changes - what I’m doing, where I live. But you’re always there and that’s all I want. I’ve been trying to pretend like I’m not in love with you but I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

Steve’s confession rang in your ears, crashed over you like a tidal wave, and left you unable to speak - unable to breathe. He waited, patient, understanding, as your racing thoughts scrambled in search of something coherent. But when you failed to gather anything resembling a complete sentence, you decided to allow your actions to speak for you.

In the way that you’d started to imagine as you drifted off to sleep, you dropped the items in your arms and lifted your hands to tangle in his hair to pull him in close. He smelled of summer - cigarettes, cheap beer, artificial coconut and chlorine - and something so unerringly Steve that you suddenly couldn’t imagine being this close to anyone else.

The hand on your cheek was encouraging, soft and warm as he tipped your chin, and you gave in to the urge you’d been fighting. With one step, you pressed yourself close - your chest meeting his, the warmth of his bare skin setting your nerve endings alight - and pressed your mouth to his.

Despite your expectations, there were no fireworks, no sparks or heavenly choirs, but there was an instant sense of comfort. Kissing Steve felt like coming home, warm and easy, as if you’d done it a thousand times before. 

There was no awkward shuffling, no tentative brushes of uncertain lips. Instead, you moved together seamlessly. His body slotted against yours perfectly, fit exactly as if you belonged there - together, intertwined. His lips were soft, as plush as you’d imagined, and his skin was so warm that you wondered if you would be branded with his touch before the night was over.

Though your fantasies varied - desperate kisses, eager to make up for lost time; filthy ones, a mess of lips and tongues and teeth, as you swapped spit and stumbled down a dark hallway toward his bedroom; soft kisses, designed to convey years of unspoken feelings - this kiss destroyed them all.

It was soft, slow and eager as you sought to become acquainted with the taste of one another, and laced with the underlying promise of a beautiful future.

Steve’s touch was eager, unrestrained and achingly familiar, as he held you close and swallowed the soft noises you made. Every breathless gasp and quiet sigh of pleasure, was met with a hum of his own as he slipped the hand on your cheek to the back of your neck.

Neither of you wanted the kiss to end, content to breathe in one another until your lungs collapsed, but the lack of oxygen and the reality of the situation had you feeling dizzy enough to break away. But as close as you’d always been, Steve kept you pressed tight to his body and rested his forehead against yours.

“Taking that to mean you’re in love with me, too,” he teased, breathless as he searched your face for any sign of regret, of hesitance. When he found none, he smiled - bright, happy, easy. “Totally not cool of me to admit, but I’ve wanted to do that forever.”

“You’ve never been cool, Stevie,” you returned, giggling as he pinched your side.

“Was gonna be nice,” he huffed, pretending to be put out though his grin never faltered as he shifted his head, brushed his nose against yours. “Tell you how pretty I think you are, how I want to spend the rest of my life with you; all that mushy stuff. But since you wanna be mean…”

Before you could blink, giggle out a teasing apology for your perceived slight, Steve’s arms fell to your waist. He held you close, lifted easily, and carried you the few steps to the edge of the pool. The moment you realized his intentions, the moment you opened your mouth to squeal out a plea for him to stop, Steve stepped over the edge and plunged you both into the water.

Even as you fell, sinking into the deep end, Steve kept you close. He hauled you both back up above the water, laughing as you huffed - thankfully used to this, almost expecting it as he attempted it every year.

“Steve!”

“What?” He grinned, dark hair dripping into his eyes as he guided you both into a more manageable depth and encouraged you to wrap your legs around his waist. “All this could’ve been avoided if you’d just been nice to me,” he reasoned.

“I’m always nice to you, Stevie.” You weren’t - your friendship was an equal mixture of soft encouragement, soft words and even softer touches, and teasing jabs - but Steve hummed, just the same. “But I can be even nicer.”

“Know what would be really nice?” When you hummed, Steve returned a hand to cup your cheek - tipping your head to meet your eyes, only a hint of insecurity swirling amongst the warm, soft brown. “Telling me I’m not getting all this wrong. I… I know I don’t always get it,” he acknowledged, swallowing thickly, “but I… I get this, right?”

“Oh, Steve. The reason I got so freaked out about the clingy thing,” you began, lifting your hands to brush the damp hair from his forehead, “was because I was afraid you’d see it, how in love I am. I… I’ve been in love with you for a while. You’re it for me, Harrington.”

Steve grinned, then, relieved - elated, clearly brimming with joy at the revelation - and leaned forward to close the gap. The press of his mouth to yours was eager, firm, and relieved some of the ache in your chest, the fear that this was something you’d dreamt up, too good to be true. He crowded you against the wall, body caging you in as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you sighed as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

Though the pool water was cool, the press of Steve’s body against yours had you melting. He always ran warm, left you blistering in the wake of his hands exploring your skin, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest as his fingers mapped the slivers of skin he’d only held through fabric.

“Babe,” he breathed, mouth barely parted from yours as you shifted your hips, “don’t wanna do this in the pool. Not the first time. Let me take you inside.”

The urgency in his tone drew a soft moan from you, eager to feel his touch and touch him in return. “Please. Waited so long, don’t wanna wait anymore.”

Desperation, eager and hurried, that had lingered beneath the surface of the entire encounter - a desire to give in, finally, after waiting for so long - showed clearly as you both rushed out of the pool. Steve remained close to you, one hand on your hip even as you both roughly toweled off, and ushered you into the house.

The Harrington house was as familiar to you as your own. It was a space you could navigate with your eyes closed, under the worst circumstances, and you were grateful for the knowledge as you and Steve rushed up the stairs to his bedroom without pause.

As many times as you’d stepped foot in Steve’s room, as many nights as you’d spent wrapped in his sheets, there was an understandable difference in this moment. The tension was palpable and, despite how eager you both were, you both faltered for a moment as the door clicked shut behind you.

“This… we don’t have to do anything,” he began, stepping close, his palm warm against your waist. “We can just shower, maybe watch a movie or something before bed.”

Again, rather than fumbling for a coherent sentence - attempting to make sense of the thoughts that remained scrambled in your brain - you reached out for him. Steve sighed as your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged, eyes blazing with a heat that made your head spin, and you almost hated to lose the sight of his parted lips and lust blown eyes as your mouth pressed to his.

Steve’s hands began to wander, fingers mapping your skin in a desperate bid to commit it all to memory, as he walked you backwards. The plush of his bed hit the back of your knees, duvet soft, and he followed you down easily. With a knee pressed into the mattress beside your hip, a hand beside your head, Steve hovered above you, mouth never leaving yours.

While his fingers traced the skin of your stomach, your hips, your shoulders, your thighs, you brought your own to his chest. You raked your nails over his exposed skin, committing the warmth of him to memory, as he broke the kiss to lavish your neck with attention.

As he nosed at your jaw, lips pressing fleeting kisses to your skin, his hand fell to your breast, eagerly cupping the soft flesh over the damp material of your swimsuit.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he breathed, reverence lacing his tone as his hand flexed. “So warm, so soft. Smell nice.”

“It’s the sunscreen,” you gasped, words pitching higher as his lips latched onto the spot just beneath your ear. “You should try it.”

“Mm. You can put some on me tomorrow,” he offered, tongue darting out to soothe spot he’d nipped.

The promise was laced with an eager desire that had your hands wandering, nails raking over the trail of hair dipping into the band of his trunks, and you could feel the contraction of his stomach as he inhaled sharply. You knew that you tasted of chlorine and chemicals, of summer, but Steve didn’t seem to mind as he continued pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin.

Eagerly, he began to dip lower, his lips exploring your heated skin and leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Every touch was electric, sent a shockwave through your system and left your chest aching with a warmth that you hoped would never cool. You could feel the arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach, gathering slick between your thighs, as Steve nipped at the skin of your chest.

Skilled hands made quick work of the fabric covering your chest, easily ridding you of the damp suit without lifting his head from your skin, and you felt your breath catch in your throat as Steve began to make his way down. He nipped at the delicate skin of your chest, stubble scraping your skin in the most delicious way as he shifted to free his hands.

As Steve’s hands shifted, cupped your breasts and hummed, your own hand dipped beneath the band of his trunks. Your fingers brushed the warm skin, reveling in the stuttering breath Steve released, even as his own hands began to trail downward.

“Always pretty,” he complimented, voice rough as he began to follow the path blazed by his hands, pressing kisses down your chest and stomach.  “But this,” he hummed, grinning when you whined as he moved out of reach, “too fuckin’ pretty. Not fair.”

“You’re one to talk.” It was breathless, a gasp that escaped as his lips latched onto a patch of skin near your hip, and Steve grinned. “You’re so beautiful, Stevie. ’S’distracting.”

Steve continued to sink lower, mouth blazing a devastating path across your skin, as his hands fell to the plush of your thighs. He spread them easily, settled between them, and glanced up at you from near the foot of his bed with a devilish smirk that reminded you of the days of King Steve - handsome, flirty, charming.

“How’ve we never done this before?” His hands drifted closer to your aching cunt, so close to where you desperately wanted him yet so far away as his mouth pressed to your inner thigh. “Wanna spend the rest of my life here.”

“Haven’t even got my bathing suit off,” you teased, though it was weak - wrecked, already so entirely destroyed for him. But Steve took it as a challenge.

Almost immediately, Steve’s hands slipped beneath the band of your bottoms and tugged, easily working the damp fabric down your thighs. The moment they were gone, tossed across the room to be found later, he settled back between them and grinned.

Before you could tease, make a joke about him being eager, Steve’s hands shifted exactly where you wanted them. Warm fingers swiped at your slick folds, gathered the evidence of your arousal easily, before they lifted to his waiting mouth. Your lungs constricted and breathing felt impossible as you watched him lap at the slick, an exaggerated moan leaving his lips as he pulled them free with a wink.

“Knew you’d taste amazing,” he complimented, dipping his head to nip at your inner thigh.

Steve nosed at the juncture of your thigh as his fingers returned to your folds and you could feel his triumphant grin when you gasped as his thumb found your clit. But he didn’t allow you time to speak as he dipped his head and licked a stripe along your slit.

Large hands found your thighs, fingers digging into the plush skin to keep you spread open as he lapped at you. There was no tentative tasting, no hesitant swipe of his tongue; Steve ate you like a man starved.

Those plush lips wrapped around your clit, eagerly tasting all you had to give, as his fingers returned to your puffy folds. He swiped them through your slick, gathered it on his fingers, before pressing them into you and working to open you up. 

“You’re,” a gasp interrupted you, stole your breathe as Steve glanced up at you from between your thighs - his shoulders keeping you spread open, hair caught between your fingers. “Fuck, Stevie, you’re good at that.”

Steve preened under the praise, lashes fluttering at that and the combination of your fingers yanking at his hair, as his fingers - longer, thicker than yours; easily pressing into the spaces you could never quite reach - sank deeper into you. 

As desperate as you were to feel him, to have him push you over the edge, this wasn’t the way you wanted to go. You wanted to feel him, to feel his weight pressing you into the mattress as his lips met yours, and you told him as much as you tugged at his hair.

“Wanna feel you, Stevie, please,” you begged, stomach tight and chest aching as you desperately sought to catch your breath. 

“Fuck.” Steve’s forehead pressed to your thigh, warm breath fanning over your sticky skin. “Wanted to hear you say that forever,” he admitted, eagerly clambering up to shove his trunks down his hips.

As Steve shoved his swim trunks down, you tipped your head - eager to see if the rumors were true. And just as you’d heard, Steve was larger than you ever could’ve imagined. He was bigger than anyone you’d been with, bigger than anything you’d seen, and you couldn’t help yourself as you reached out to touch him.

The tip was an angry red, dripping precum, and Steve swore as your thumb brushed at the pearly bead. “Fuck, you’re so big,” you whined, wondering how he would fit - eagerly anticipating the stretch of him.

“Can’t say shit like that,” he huffed, laughing - pink cheeks blazing, embarrassed and secretly pleased at the attention - as he settled above you. “Ego’s already too big,” he teased.

“Not the only thing,” you returned, grinning when he laughed, fingers dipping between your thighs. “Fuck me, Stevie, please.”

“Anything you want,” he promised, hand wrapping around the base of his cock and guiding it to your puffy folds. He dragged the head through the slick, both of you moaning at the contact, before he notched the head at your entrance and pressed forward.

The stretch of him was delicious, too much and not enough all at once, and you swore you could feel him in the back of your throat as he sank into you. He went slow, careful, eager not to hurt you, but with every inch he sank forward, you were desperate to feel him fully.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Steve was pressed fully into you. It was overwhelming, being so impossibly close to him - completely intertwined, bodies as one - and all you could do was pull him into a searing kiss.

The kiss was a mess, a clash of tongue and teeth, uncoordinated but so satisfying as his hand gripped your hip. You could feel him surrounding you, all-encompassing, and you never wanted the moment to end.

Even as his hips began to snap, his rhythm steady, deep, you struggled to catch your breath - to care about anything other than the warmth of his skin against yours, the scent of him, the weight of him over you. The only thing you could say was his name, repeated like a prayer as his thumb found your clit and his lips remained just inches from your own.

Steve was all that existed, all that had ever existed, and suddenly the future was bright. There was hope, an eager desire to spend the rest of your life here - in this moment, with Steve pressed close - and you couldn’t help but whimper out a desperate, “I love you,” as you felt yourself barreling toward the edge.

The words were returned in a reverent chant, equally desperate, as you felt his hips begin to stutter. You were both nearly there, just a few presses of his hips - another swipe of his thumb, another press of his mouth to your heated skin - and you were careening over the edge with Steve following shortly after.

Warmth flooded your veins, his spend filling you so completely, and his lips sought yours despite your shared inability to regain your breath. It didn’t matter, not when all that existed was this moment, and you didn’t care that Steve’s weight had fallen to press you deeper into the mattress.

For a few long moments, you both lay there - gasping, fighting to catch your breath and return to the moment at hand - before Steve pulled away just enough to settle at your side. There was no distance left between you, slick skin pressed together, and you would’ve been content to lie there forever.

Steve, it seemed, felt the same as he settled into the pillow and leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead.

Though the afternoon began with a fear that Steve would see you as clingy, that he would never love you in the way you loved him, you were ending the night in the only place you wanted to be; clinging to your boyfriend, sated and happy and looking forward to the future for the first time in a long time.

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Author's Note: This was inspired by a sunscreen, believe it or not. Don't know how we got here but it was a fun journey.

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[mintmatcha]

I am so soft for father figure Shinsou, thank you for giving me something I didn’t know I needed. Just doing everyday things with him and him being soft towards you child is giving me life.

Casual. That's the word you used to describe what the meeting should be. Casual.

"He's a good boy, for the most part." Your bag is already stuffed full of toys and towels and other miscellaneous things that Shinso can't imagine you'll need. "His dad spoils him, so he might be a little bratty at first- we're working on it. Well, I'm working on it. His dad is--"

You kneel down and start rummaging through your things.

"Uh, don't let him guilt you into buying him snacks, please. He's got a severe nut and seed allergy and it's just easier if I take care of it all. There's snacks in here, along with two epipens. There's two more in the red cabinet in the kitchen, just in case we ever need them. "

Somehow, you manage to wiggle out the sunscreen for your bag without collapsing the whole pile. You dollop a bit on your fingers.

"Once they get here, we'll go straight to the park and hang out there for just a little bit. The book says the first meeting should be short and we should give him other things to focus out so he doesn't stress out." Your shoulders are bunched by your ears. "It'll be super casual. Easy. No stress."

Shinso kneels down next to you and dips a finger in the sunscreen.

"No stress," Shinso repeats back, dotting the sunscreen on your nose. It's enough to urge a smile out of you.

"Sorry, I know I'm--" You toss your hands in the air, frazzled, but with a smile. "This is a big deal."

"I know it is."

"We've only been dating for eight months," you say/ "What if we're jumping the gun? I don't want to put him through this if-"

"I'm not planning on breaking up with you." Ever. Shinso wouldn't have agreed to this if he wasn't completely sure that you were the one for him. It's not that he doesn't like children, it's that he's never spent time with any. Only child, no cousins: he doesn't know anything about kids other than the fact he used to be one.

You reach other and dot Shinso's nose with sunscreen. Now, you're matching.

"You might break up with me after you see what I'm dealing with."

Shinso takes your hand. "I'm not going to leave because you have a kid."

"I was talking about his father," you heave out a sigh. "They'll probably be late, by the way."

-

They are late.

Significantly.

It's six hours past the allotted time, filled with weak excuses from you. The television has rolled into the second season of some trashy show, but neither of you are really watching.

"He always loses track of time," you repeat for the twentieth time, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. Shinso is long past disappointed, well into the area of 'pissed'. Mostly at your ex, partially at you, for letting it happen.

"He's still not calling you back?"

"No," you say, just like you've said before. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let him know about you, he's just-- I dunno. Playing games with me again."

It contextualizes a lot of your behaviors, actually. The anxiety about getting home, the days you go radio silent, the dates where you suddenly have to run off and collect your child: he imagines there's a lot of bullshit games that happen between you two.

"You let him treat you like this?"

"He's my baby's father. I can't just..."

[willowsnook]

Hello, 👋 Can I please order:

Gin, Lime, Wine glass.

Please and thank you.

lando norris x fewtrell!reader

Watch your fucking mouth

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Your brother truly believed that you were put on earth to make his life a living hell, and maybe he was right. He didn't understand what happened. How did you go from his sweet, innocent sister who would never do anything out of line to someone attracting the attention of every male in her vicinity, someone partying every weekend, and someone he had to bail out of jail.

In your defense...that bitch started it.

While he was confused by how much you had changed in college, you weren't. You had spent your whole life being Max Fewtrell's cute little sister. It gets cold in the shadows. When you went to college in the US, it was like a whole new world was opened. People didn't know who your brother was and if they did they didn't care. You became the star.

Now that you were back in the UK your brother got to witness the new you in person and it was driving him crazy. It was also driving his best friend, Lando, crazy. You had been head over heels for Lando while you were growing up and he had never given you the time of day. So you'd spent the first couple of months back torturing him. Tight, short outfits for whenever you knew you were going to be around him, always accidentally touching him whether it be a hand on his arm or squeezing in front of him to get by, and flirting with literally any man while you were out in front of both of them.

You'd seen how his eyes followed you around the room, how he stiffened at your touch, and the glaring at all the guys. But he couldn't do anything about any of that and you both knew it leaving him frustrated.

Today you were all headed to hang out on Charles's yacht, to celebrate his girlfriend Alex's birthday. You wore the skimpiest bikini you owned which immediately caused your brother to drag you off when you arrived.

"What on earth are you wearing?" He seethed and you gave him a sweet smile.

"I'm trying to get a tan Maxey," you said and he huffed.

"You might as well be naked," he said.

"Don't give me any ideas," you replied before slipping out of his grip and walking onto the boat. You gave Alex a big hug wishing her a happy birthday and the two of you went off to find drinks while catching up.

Walking back onto the main deck you smirked as you watched Lando start to stutter talking to Charles when he saw you. Following Alex over to the boys, you watched as his eyes never left your body and smirked.

"I think we're going to lay out for a bit," she told Charles, leaning in to give him a kiss.

"Can you help me put sunscreen on?" You asked Lando and he slowly nodded. You laid your stuff down on a chair and pulled out the lotion. Squirting a bit on your hands you worked on the front part of your body while Lando grabbed the sunscreen for your back. His hands were soft and diligent on your back and he remained silent. When he finished your lower back he hesitated.

"I don't want to burn my ass Lando," you said. He glanced over at your brother who was glaring daggers at him from across the deck.

"You're going to get me in trouble," he muttered before massaging the lotion into your ass and down your legs. "All done."

A little later you were all sitting around a table for a light dinner. Lando was sitting in between you and Alex with Max and Charles sitting across from you guys. Using this to your advantage you spent a lot of time leaning over Lando to talk to Alex, giving him a nice view of your chest. The third time you did it he laid his hand on your thigh, squeezing it hard. He didn't move it, even when you moved back and you knew you had him just where you wanted him.

Most of the day's attendees left after dinner and the five of you were left lounging around a fire pit, enjoying the night sky. Max and Charles were in a deep conversation about some sim racing streamer leaving Lando to eavesdrop on you and Alex.

"Are you still seeing that guy you met in Ibiza?" Alex asked and you shook your head.

"No, he was boring," you said. "You'll never guess who slid into my DMs the other day though."

Lando's head snapped towards yours as he heard you and Alex gave him a knowing look.

"Who?" She asked.

"Jack Hughes," you told her. "He's a hockey player in the US. And let me tell you, that man is fine."

You showed Alex a picture of him and she agreed.

"What should I message him back?" You asked an idea already forming as you saw Lando clenching his hands into fists. "Maybe I'll just straight up send him a nude, really set the tone."

Alex laughed catching on, especially when Lando abruptly stood up.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asked you, trying to keep his composure. You winked at Alex before following him inside the boat until he stopped.

"What are you getting at?" He said, anger simmering off of him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," You replied, giving him doe eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said. "Spending all day looking like that, touching me, and riling me up."

"And what are you doing about it?" You asked pretending to think. "Oh right, nothing."

"We both know I can't," he said stepping towards you, starting to lose his cool.

"Then don't say a word when I'm fucking a hockey player who can," you said.

"Watch your fucking mouth," he seethed coming within an inch of your face.

"Or what?"

Back hitting the wall behind you, his lips were on yours in an instant. Gasping at the sudden aggression his tongue slid into your mouth as his hand came up to your throat holding you in place. You dragged your hand down his abs landing on the hard bulge causing him moan into you.

Smirking you pushed him off and moved towards a bedroom, him hot on your heels. He climbed on top of you on the bed bringing his lips to your neck sucking hard. You had your fingers tangled in his hair as your head was thrown back on the pillows while he continued.

"Teasing me all summer hmm," he said looking you in the eye. "Just begging me to fuck you. What happened to sweet little innocent y/n?"

You flipped him over, straddling him and grinding down on his bulge.

"She's dead," you replied and brought your mouth down to his chest nipping at his chest hard making him groan out. He had just started untie your bikini top when someone knocked on the door causing you both to freeze.

"You had better not be in there with my sister Lando I swear to god," you heard your brother Max yell and you looked down at Lando who had gone pale.

"Your move."

[ronearoundblindly]

Safety Captain (1)

lifeguard!Steve Rogers x vacationer!Reader (see series)

Summary: A very sexy man shows up at a very unsexy moment during your vacation.

Warnings for mild language, other guests being as thirsty as Reader, and a vague injury/danger. WC 1945

Written for @bigtreefest's Summer Lovin' 300 follower celebration (I'm very late tho 🥲), using the prompts “it hurts when I ___” “then stop doing that” and pool/resort/hotel. There will be a few small parts to this with eventual smut; this is just the meet-cute sorta.

If you consider drowning a peaceful and relaxing experience, then your trip’s going splendidly.

Water hitting your lungs stings much worse than sunscreen in your eyes, but the shock makes you gasp anyway. Your skin feels pressure everywhere. You don’t know which way is up. The world is bright and blue and shimmering until an arm encircles and yanks you backward by your chest—your bare chest, you realize, since the cups on your bathing suit top flipped when you hit the the pool at such a steep angle.

Once at the surface, a gift and a curse greets you, garbled hum replaced by a solid slap of screaming, the blare of whistles. Light burns, water burns, air burns.

Oh yes, this is going swimmingly.

You struggle to get enough fresh hell anyway, coughing out water, air stinging worse. Your limbs contract to fight the pain, but the wall of muscle behind you is unyielding.

“Out of the way,” a deep voice shouts close to your ear. “Buck, make me some room. Get them back.”

He—whoever he is holding you so firmly and safely—moves you to the shallow end’s stairs with heaving strokes, and just when he releases your body to lift you out of the water, he quickly flicks the front of your suit back into place.

Bless you, kind sir. You’re in love…

…or maybe that’s the hypoxia.

Unceremoniously hauled to solid ground, you continue to sputter.

“It’s alright. I got ya. Breathe for me. That’s good.”

Your sunglasses are gone, so you squint up in his shadow to see nothing but a halo of dripping gold hair. Then your eyes adjust. You see him.

Suddenly, the world is bright and blue and shimmering again, all contained in the stare of your sweet savior.

When he smiles, well, you need even more air to recover.

You’re on your side until he’s sure all the water is out of you, until his hands help you sit up, looky-lous everywhere being herded farther off by two more lifeguards and some resort security.

“The boys…” you rasp out.

“Everyone’s okay,” he rushes, rubbing your back, warm and slick against your wet skin. “You don’t have to talk yet. Take it easy.”

You still feel compelled to explain.

“The—they were teasing him—“ you point to the chubbier kid in your group, the poor thing cowering by your lounge chair headquarters for the morning “—and I tried to stop them.”

“I know, shhh, I saw. Just breathe slowly.”

“Don’t like bullies,” you cough out anyway.

The lifeguard at your side grins from ear to ear, quickly interrupted by a girl shoving your sunglasses in his face.

“I found these,” she announces, elated. “I thought it was important since you were so brave, saving someone who fell in.”

You didn’t fall; you were pushed. There’s a difference.

The lifeguard’s smile turns tight, but he gestures for the girl to hand them over to their rightful owner. She continues to stare with huge, bambi eyes.

Politely, he takes them from her and clears of his throat.

“Thank you. Now step back please.”

Her disappointment is palpable before his blue gaze returns to you. As he asks if you’re ready to move, his palm lands on your lower back and stays there supportively.

The best you can do is shift your legs beneath each other and then hiss, “it hurts when I put weight on this leg. I think I twisted my ankle on the way down.”

“Then stop doing that,” he chuckles, swooping to get his arms under you and carry you to your lounger—the right one, immediately, as if he saw the boys fighting but knew exactly where you were before then, too.

The stout little thirteen-year-old who’d been picked on steps up to you with guilty eyes. He’s one of your charges today while the other adults all drink at the swim-up bar.

“I’m sorry they—“

“It’s fine,” you croak.

“—but they wouldn’t stop, and I told them to—“

“Hey, hey,” your lifeguard whispers, deflating the boy’s panic, “she’s gonna be okay. Just a little banged up, but we got the best of the best coming to help.”

Shamefully, the boy’s eyes turn down. “Sorry they called you a ‘bitch.’”

Great. Yeah. That needed to be repeated.

“Don’t worry about it. Can you go grab your cousin and—“ a brief wheeze overtakes you “—the girls and bring everyone back here so I know where you all are? Just a real quick check-in.”

He nods and runs off, almost plowing into a woman heading straight for you.

“Ah, your nurse has arrived.” The handsome, dripping wet man sitting with a hand still on your knee beams. “The best of the best, as promised.”

The older blonde lady purses her lips and rolls her eyes, ticking her head to the side. “Scoot, Steven. Let me have a look.”

He—Steven, apparently—rambles off what happened and what you mentioned hurt, standing out of the blonde’s way, but leaning over her shoulder, hovering while she manipulates your ankle.

“Thank you, darling.” She looks up pointedly. “I’ve got it from here,” she says, turning back to you. “I’m Sarah, dear. We’ll get you fixed up in no time.”

“I’m Steve,” your lifeguard interjects as he backs away. “Glad you’re alright, Miss…?”

You introduce yourself in return. “Thanks for…um…” You glance down and tug at the front of your swim suit, remembering that this man might have already seen and touched your breasts. “Thank you,” you finish weakly, voice hoarse.

Steve beams again before Sarah swats him away.

While she wraps your ankle and anchors a bag of ice to it, you scan the guard towers to realize all three of the guys on duty are ripped, but Steve is…well, he’s something else.

“God, he’s gorgeous,” you sigh aloud without realizing.

Sarah snorts, muttering, “he gets that a lot.”

You smile, thinking it’s probably no secret that the cute guy gets around. “Bit of a man whore, is he?” you joke.

The nurse looks up at you sternly. “I should hope not! I raised him better than that.”

Shit.

Your face drops, a harsh and painful swallow globs down your throat, and you…just objectified that poor man to his mother who he so sweetly called ‘the best of the best.’

Is drowning totally off the table, or can you revisit that?

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—I—I just meant—“

She squeezes your hand, putting you out of your misery.

“It’s fine, dear. He is handsome, and I suppose there’s no harm in looking.” She packs away the last of her gear only to catch Steve’s eye across the pool.

He waves in your direction.

Sarah chuckles but doesn’t wave back. You put a quick hand up and mouth ‘thank you’ even though he probably can’t see that part.

“Well,” the nurse adds, “seems you aren’t the only one looking.”

Having one foot twice the size of the other can work. You can make it work. You’ll just camp out on a beach towel farther up the shore, no problem. The whole party is together today, day three of seven, so the good news is that you aren’t responsible for anyone. Also, your foot is only that size due to bandaging and not because it’s that swollen. Still hurts though.

In addition to a wicked limp, you need a relatively hard surface to sit on or stand up from. You end up on the rim of damp sand, wriggling to get comfortable. You try laying on your side, propped up on a bent arm. You try your stomach. You’re about try your back, reaching for one of the kids’ towels to roll up as a pillow when you notice a group playing volleyball.

Must be fun to, like, walk and stuff.

You sigh.

It’s fine. You are lucky enough to be on this trip in the first place, your ticket paid for by all the parents combined (with the agreement you’ll help wrangle the younglings for periods while the moms and dads do adult activities). The ‘job’ is a wildly fair trade since the families only split so far was the pool yesterday.

Is that…is one of the volleyball players waving at you?

You look over your shoulder, but there’s only the rest of your group, splashing and running through the surf. No one is facing you or the game.

As you turn back, starting to raise your hand, you see the golden glow of the player’s hair and think that sure resembles the lifeguard, Steve, from—

The guy waving at you gets hit, hard, by a spiked ball and stumbles back. Some commotion rumbles through the group, but you can’t hear specifics.

Shit, that is definitely Steve, son of Sarah, employee of the pool, jogging toward you. Are your tits covered?

You awkwardly pull yourself upright, shielding your eyes from the partially-overcast, bright sky, and smile.

“Hey,” Steve chirps, “thought that was you.” He is, again, in naught but board shorts and beauty.

“Yup, living the dream.”

He ignores your sarcasm and asks how your ankle feels (“meh”), if it’s messed with your plans so far (“had to bow out of zip lining this morning”), and if he might be welcome to sit with you for a while.

You blink a few times in shock behind dark sunglasses. “Won’t your friends…?”

He shakes his head, hair falling into his face, and drops down to the sand.

“I don’t see why not,” you say after he’s made himself comfortable.

When the littlest girl from your group comes shrieking over, bucket and scoop in her hands, you’re about to apologize for the interruption, but Steve immediately offers to help her build the castle of a lifetime.

He is sure to warn her to be careful around your foot.

This time, when you mouth ‘thank you,’ he sees it and returns another beaming grin.

Alright, perhaps vacation is looking up.

Steve is…very, very good at strategizing the sandcastle. After the first ‘tower’ goes up, the other kids get involved. Before you know it, the parents are all behind you gushing over how good your friend is with them.

"Handsome, too."

"Lots of energy."

"‘Bout your age, isn’t he?"

They aren’t quiet enough to not be heard which is clearly the point once the mother of bucket girl shouts out that Steve should join you all for dinner.

Oh, sweet holy—

“Not sure I wanna dive into your family time, ma’am,” he says politely, encouraging some water be brought up for the moat they’ve just dug.

“Then you should take our lovely girl here out. Show her more of the island.”

You glare daggers at the other woman who just chimed in.

“I can’t walk,” you bite out. “Where am I gonna go?”

Steve clears his throat to get your attention. “They line food trucks over on the west road until late, and…” his lip pinches to the side “…I can carry you.”

One of the dads darkly drawls, “like a fucking princess,” and you hear a sharp slap from his wife in annoyance.

Steve’s gaze remains locked on yours as the parents erupt in obvious innuendo.

“Could be fun,” he admits, only loud enough for you. “How about it? Getting hungry?”

All you manage is a nod before a bucket of water is tossed on Steve, and he chases the culprit down the beach and into the clear blue sea.

You’ll have to wait until the ‘monster’ is vanquished by the ecstatic children jumping to take down the big, strong man you, apparently, have a date with.

[Next Chapter]

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A/N: Apologies that this isn't the whole dang thing. With how long everything has been taking me to write, I was afraid it wouldn't even be summer anymore, and if there is even a small chance that posting this will light a fire under me to finish, I am willing to try.

[lawboysammyy]

swim our cares away — clark kent x farmer’s daughter!reader

summary: you and clark spend a day at crater lake

contains: fluffy and fun! reader is described as getting a little red from the sun, clark is a perfect boyf as usual

wc: about 690 words

the smell of sunscreen and fresh fruit flooded the air, water splashing onto your sunglasses as your friends jumped into the lake from the dock. you, chloe, lois, and oliver had somehow managed to drag clark kent away from his farm chores for the day and convinced him to spend the day at crater lake.

“clark, can you get me a water out of the cooler, please?” you asked politely, wiping a droplet of strawberry juice off your bottom lip. it was mid july, nearing 95 degrees outside, and the kansas sun was beating down on your body harder than it had the entire summer.

clark opened the insulated box with ease, retrieving an icy bottle of water for you and cracking the seal on the cap. “here you go, sweetheart,” he said softly, a small smile on his face.

you thanked him, sipping on the beverage while watching chloe drop into the lake from the old tire swing tied to a tree branch over the water.

“c’mon, lovebirds, jump in! the water feels amazing!” lois called out to you and clark, laughing as chloe splashed her with water. you couldn’t deny the fact that the fact that the thought of jumping into crater lake sounded like heaven on earth right now.

you turned to your boyfriend, giving him a sly smile before standing up and grabbing him by the hands. “come on, clark. you think we can beat lois and ollie at a game of chicken fight?” you posed the idea to clark, who was reaching for the bottle of sunscreen next to you.

clark, the ever caring boyfriend he was, turned to you as he opened the lid to the sunscreen. “only if you let me reapply some of this on your shoulders. you’re looking a little red and i know you’ll be complaining later that your shoulders hurt.”

you sighed, but ultimately agreed because you knew he was right. just last week, you had walked into the kent barn while clark was stacking some hay. you we telling him all about how you had spent the day at the pool with your friend but you had forgotten to put on sunscreen so now you were burnt.

once clark had rubbed in the sunscreen, you walked to the dock and jumped in, the lake water immediately cooling you down. lois was getting onto oliver’s shoulders, the blonde boy’s torso rising out of the water as lois grabbed onto the top of his head.

clark sank down into the water, allowing you to place your legs over his broad shoulders. you let out a yelp as clark’s tall, 6’4 frame rose up, placing you high in the air. the two boys walked closer to each other, as chloe sat on the dock, ready to supervise and get photo evidence of this moment.

“you sure you’re ready for this, lane?” you asked your friend. she nodded her head with a mischievous smile on her face.

“oh, it is so on. you better hang on, smallville, because you two are going down,” lois taunted. below lois, oliver just shook his head with a smile.

“hey, don’t taunt ‘em too much. i’ve got a feeeling clark and ms. competitive over here have good 3 inches on us and and i’ve got a feeling we’re about to lose,” you heard oliver call up to lois. he was right. him and lois were about to lose. you weren’t going down without a fight.

laughter erupted as you and lois began pushing each others shoulders, the boys below you trying their hardest to keep you upright and out of the water. with a final push, and maybe a little help from clark’s super strength, lois fell back into the water with a splash.

“smallville! i know you cheated, you-“ she was cut off by chloe laughing as she splashed her cousin with water, climbing onto oliver’s shoulders for a round of chicken fight.

you ran your hands through clark’s wet hair, a smile on your face as the sun shined down on you. it was definitely worth dragging clark out to the lake today.

[twistedpink]

Feel free to ignore this since I've already recently sent in a Jack ask. I just couldn't ignore the post you made, addressing us Jack & Sebek lovers, since those boys deserve so much more love 💕💕 If it's alright, could you please give us some Boyfriend!Jack & Boyfriend!Sebek? 🥺🙏

Thank you for all your hard work!!!

^ I’m using you for my side quest hope you still like it lol

Spelldrive season separates boys from men and losers from winners- The real question of the week is who cheers for who? Let’s see how many guys you’re willing to boot for a chance at gold!

Trey Clover x Champion!Mc

Leona’s got plenty of scrubs to fill in for you this season, and after the stunt he pulled with your favourite defender you wouldn’t play on his team no matter what he threatened. It’s all that jerk’s fault Trey can’t play- and if Trey can’t play you won’t get an autograph!! You’ve decided to skip classes this week to take care of your beau, and you won’t even touch a disc until the housewarden begs >:)

“Hon, you see me every day, do you really need another signature?”

“YES! I won’t stop asking until your throw sucks, which’ll be, like, never. Keep at it, babe!!”

Jack Howl x Rival!Mc

Diasomnia’s gonna win no question (atleast that’s what Sebek keeps saying), but it doesn’t stop you and your boyfriend from starting a friendly rivalry! Jack’s so cute when he’s caught off guard <3 It teaches him a little trash talk and gets you off your high horse (+ an excuse to shake off pre game nerves). Sure, the two of you might get a little spirited, but what could go wrong?

“As if! Savanaclaw wouldn’t win if they were the only ones playing, you’re just stuck on the losing team- Beasty :)”

“Woah, that’s mean coming from a fairy. Didn’t think you had it in you after the thrashing you guys got from RSA last year.. Was that good?” “Yeah!”

Azul Ashengrotto x Supportive!Mc

You’re just trying to get full credits this year, and it was volunteering or retaking gym. You’d have to be masochistic to endure Vargas in another term, so it’s scorekeeping for you! As a board game club member Azul’s required to put the stage together and he’s good at nothing if not making other people do his work. You’re just clever enough to capitalize on a business opportunity, so who’s really in the wrong? Both of you. The answer is both.

“Azul! Fifteen free phone repairs if you get someone to do my gruntwork.”

“Thirty, and a dishwasher check up. Would you be kind enough to sign a contract this time, my impish friend?”

Kalim Al-Asim x Nurse!Mc

Scarabia and pomefiore are always middle of the pack in rankings no matter how hard you try, so despite any badgering from your housewarden you quit the team- and retire to the medical tent. It’ll count for more on any resumes, and then you get to giggle with your friends who come by with “bruised toes” or “broom splinters”,, Until Kalim dove at a hovering disc headfirst in the five minutes of the quarterfinals, so now you’re slacking off in between kisses <3

“Okayyyyyy I’ll be more careful, promise!”

“And wear sunscreen?”

“AND wear sunscreen!”

Idia Shroud x Vice!Mc

Nobody knows why you’re in ignihyde, and a very popular theory is that you transferred just to dominate. You’re a fucking beast among those geeks (which is just to say slightly above average), and Idia’s more than happy letting you take the reins if it means getting the headmage off his back. He’d be proud of the work you do for his dorm if he wasn’t anxious about you waiting in the shadows to snap him like a gamer shaped twig. He just settles for the safe route of playing your highlight reels in the lounge to appease you,, damn jocks

“Hell yeah! Who’s getting first this year????”

“Us?”

“DINGDINGDINGGG”

Sebek Zigvolt x Enemy!Mc

There’s probably some rule against letting your greatest rival (and longest talking stage) fall victim to a stampede of civilians, but even if there wasn’t you’ve get a score to settle with that alley cat!! Sebek doesn’t even thank you for saving his sorry hide- but at least your “epic rematch” doesn’t disappoint. The two of you argue over game schematics and “what ifs” for weeks, but if that’s your love language NOBODY else wants in on it, so you should get comfortable with him sooner than later <3

“Malleus carries, you’re nothing without him as power forward :/“

“THAT IS NOT TRUE IN THE SLIGHTEST!!”

[starhvney]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: garroth, laurance, dante, travis, zane, vylad, blaze, daniel, dottie, katelyn, lucinda, nana, & cadenza

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slice of life, headcanons on the characters on a beach vacation!

𝐂𝐖: none!

𝐀/𝐍: justice for not including the zvahl siblings during love love paradise or starlight in mys, rip you guys would’ve loved a beach vacation. anyways it’s summer guys! i’m not even a huge fan of summertime but i kind want to go to the beach?? so weird cause i’m totally a zane when i’m at the beach

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

☆ if it’s a surfable beach, he’s going straight out to the waves

�� i mean, look at him, he looks like the classic surfer boy from the 2000s

☆ gets really excited if you surf too or want him to teach you

☆ he comes back to slam down some sandwiches before he tries to run back out. you have to pull him back and restrain him to put on more sunscreen and let his food digest.

☆ he always wants to stay or at least come back to watch the sunset over the ocean. it’s the best part!

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

☆ also goes out to surf with garroth, but he’s not as good so he comes back to shore sooner than garroth does

☆ he’s the guy you go to for getting good beach pics, he just has that good artistic eye

☆ he actually prefers going out to the beach in the evening/at night, loves shell hunting and walking along the boardwalk when everyone is quietly fishing or minding their business. plus the weather is cool! he loves how peaceful it is.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

☆ this freakin goober 

☆ bro will purposefully let the ball out frisbee fall into the direction of groups of people he wants to talk or flirt with because so he can have an excuse to strike up a conversation

☆ when he gets bored he will be nagging everyone to go eat at the seafood restaurant “it’s like a five minute walk from here and i’m hungry guys, come on!”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒

☆ professional swimmer here! well, not really, but he was really good at it in highschool! he competed and everything. someone always has to swim out and yell at him to not go out too far, cause he’s always trying to swim out to the third sandbar by himself

☆ comes back and his face and shoulders/back are always more tan because the sunscreen wore off and he was swimming all the time. (not the pale leg combo, is this just as bad as a farmer’s tan?)

☆ comes back starved from using all of his energy swimming and trying not to drift away from where you guys are on shore, ends upp eating too many sandwiches and everyone gets mad at him cause there aren’t enough

𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐄

☆ lathers himself in lotion and sunscreen and is either staying under the umbrella or dunking himself into the water

☆ he’s really not a fan of the beach, he’d rather vacation in the mountains or something like that, but he still goes since everyone else is going

☆ he just hates the humidity, the texture of the sand, and the stickiness of the salt water. it’s just not his thing

☆ he keeps how miserable he is to himself, but the silly little grumpy pout on his face says everything

☆ like someone get him a drink with a lil spike to it please the poor boy looks like he’s on the verge of death

☆ he’ll enjoy himself a lot more if you give him a sweet treat or if everyone goes to the pool after (except for the…incident)

𝐕𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐃

☆ so chill. he’s such a great guy to lounge with

☆ brings a book to read or a sketchbook, loves to sketch the different kinds of people on the beach and what they’re doing. (major people watcher)

☆ something about everyone else being busy and him being there so calm makes it so easy to get into a deep conversation with him, you two could talk for hours and not even realize the time has passed

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄

☆ oh my gosh

☆ he’s all over the place

☆ wants to build a sandcastle! no, wait, that’s too boring! wants to play frisbee! dang it, he threw it too hard and now he’s running through the ocean like a madman trying to get it back from the waves! shell hunting? nah, he’s gonna race that person’s dog down the shoreline cause it barked at him so now he has to show him who’s boss!

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 

☆ sandcastle building king

☆ spends the whole time dedicated to building the most extravagant castle, hauls a huge bucket of the sand molders and starts digging a moat immediately

☆ someone has to come regularly just spray him down with sunscreen cause he’ll forget the world around him and most definitely get burnt

☆ you might pull him away from building if you offer him a sandwich

☆ eventually you may learn that just bringing an extra umbrella and putting it over where he’s building is the best option

𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄

☆ she wants to be at the beach to play, not relax!

☆ beach volleyball? she’s in until there’s no one left to compete with! (her and katelyn could compete against each other for hours) frisbee? heck yeah, she wants to play frisbee!

☆ she loves going to those outdoor showers to wash off all the sand, then is so excited and looking forward to the crazy good nap she’s going to have back at the hotel/condo/rent house. won’t wake up until everyone decides to go eat at a restaurant for dinner

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍

☆ if you can’t find any sunscreen, you can without a doubt go to her and she will have some

☆ gets super competitive with beach volleyball

☆ if no one wants to play volleyball anymore she ventures out into the ocean and doesn’t return until it’s time to leave

☆ if you’re not scared of going out too far in the ocean, she will go out with you to where you can reach the bottom and calmly jump over the larger waves. she could do it all day

☆ she’s another person you have a good bonding talk with while chilling out in the ocean, she opens up to you and you learn stuff you had no idea she had even experienced before

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀

☆ opposite of katelyn, has hawaiian tropic tanning oil on her at all times

☆ doesn’t go into the ocean unless she’s ready to go straight to shower off. can’t stand the sticky feeling of salt water and then going back into the sand

☆ is the one who brings the speaker, and she has such a good beach playlist

☆ sunbathes and sips on a drink the whole time, queen really enjoys herself

☆ she goes to whatever nearby beach bar there is to order the drinks that come in pineapples or coconuts and has the umbrellas in them for everyone

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀

☆ packs an entire picnic for the beach

☆ like, legit carries a full icebox with a selection of drinks and a bag full of sandwiches, chips, sweets, etc. 

☆ is obsessed with seashell hunting! she gets so excited when she finds large or colorful ones. she runs to everyone when she finds a conch shell telling them to listen to the ocean inside of it. brings home a small collection every time and has a box full of (mostly pink) seashells in her room.

𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐀

☆ has so many swimsuits and outfits planned

☆ if yours gets dirty or messed up she drags you to her suitcase to choose from like ten different pairs and combinations you can mix and match.

☆ makes handmade jewelry from different trinkets and shells she finds, she goes hunting for potential charms with nana

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[kuoukyeee]

Pool Day with the Kengan boys

Gender neautral

Reader is wearing a swimsuit

A bit suggestive

Please stay hydrated and wear sunscreen, no matter your skin tone!!! Because every one can get sun damage!!!!! Also be careful to not slip on the tiles, and make sure the colour of your swimsuit can be seen underwater, so you can be easily spotted!!!

Imai Cosmo

AAAHHH this boy is basically vibrating in his seat during the car trip. He cant wait to play in the water with you.

Once you guys reach the pool he would rush you to the changing rooms, and will sulk if you tell him to slow down.

After you change into your swimsuit he will get a bit more bashful (cus he checking u out😭). However he soon gets over it and continues being playful.

He definetly says some shit like 'I dont need sunscreen!' 🙄 boy shut up before you turn red.

He WILL splash you with water.

Loves to cuddle you on those big ass floaties.

DEFINITELY HITS YOU IN THE HEAD WITH POOL NOODLES.

The aqua blue of the pool really suits him, tbh imo he would rock the surfer boy aesthetic.

This cutie gets so sad when you guys have to leave 🥺

Overall 8/10 pool day, very fun however you probably cant keep up with his energy, and you have to nag him about pool safety.

Sen Hatsumi

This man is laying his charm on thick as soon a he thinks of the word 'swimsuit'.

He would ask if he can rub sunscreen on you(🙄) don't let his innocent tone fool you. As soon as he gets his hands on you he is going to feel you up.

As for him, he would ask (beg) you to put sunscreen on him. If you do agree to help him, he looks composed on the outside but he will get a bit giddy and shy.

He will laze about on a sunbed or float in the water with you.

He looks SO SEXY with wet hair

If he's feeling playful he might pull you in the water before you're acclimated to the temperature, so you shiver and hold on to him for warmth.

You have to tell him to get his mind out of the gutter when he sees you eating ice cream or ice lollies .

He will constantly be checking you out ngl, and will try to say some shit like 'youre cute with your swimsuit but you'd look even cuter without it'💀💀💀

9/10 pool day, this guy is just so chill that it relaxes you.

Rihito

This guy is throwing compliment after compliment, giggling and blushing at you.

He would either totally forget to apply sunscreen and cry like a baby the next day, while you apply aloe vera or yoghurt on him. Or he wont stop harassing you until you put sunscreen on him (much like a kid on a car trip repeating 'are we there yet??').

Can see him wearing those arm floaties.

Definitely complains about how sticky the sunscreen is.

Would put you on his shoulders while in the pool

He would submerge himself so he can ogle at your body under the water

Dont fall asleep around this man when youre sunbathing because he will squirt (lol) sus shaped sunscreen blobs on you.

Idk why but I can see him getting tan

7.5/10 pool day cus hes too focused on wooing you.

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[sushis-wild-imagination]

Seventeen as dads part 3 (All members)

I am so obsessed with this series, I’m weak for dad!seventeen More dad!SVT and other fics on Seventeen Masterlist <3 Genre: FLUFF

→Choi seungcheol

"Will you help dada fix the showerhead?" Seungcheol asks your first born daughter, Siah. Seungcheol was in the bathroom being stubborn that he could fix the showered in the bathroom himself. Your 2 foot high daughter leans on the door frame looking up at her father.

She nods as her dad asks her to help.

"Can you hand me that wrench?"

"Wench?" she repeats wrongly.

"W - RENCH" cheol corrects her again.

"This one?" she points her little finger to every tool in the box and finally gets to the one he wanted. Cheol was very patient with her. He believed in her, it helped built her confidence too.

She handed her dad the wrench.

Cheol did some pushing and pulling, meanwhile siah really wanted hands on experience in this plumbing apprenticeship.

"How are my two star plumbers doing?" you ask walking into the bathroom to see what trouble these two were up to.

Cheol now had Siah on his shoulder while she played with the showerhead acting like she was helping fix it.

"We're almost done, my associate here is new so she's a bit confused" he says pointing to her daughter on him.

Suddenly there is a 'thak" sound and water comes down pouring on cheols face.

You burst out laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” He asks playfully and pulls you into the shower area so now you’re also soaked. This is responded with some sqeals and squeaks.

“Never calling this plumber duo again” you say laughing.

“Well the plumber duo loves you” he says with a cheesy smile and takes siah off his shoulder to bring her between the two of you, now shes soaked too.

→Yoon Jeonghan

"Stop pushing our kid into the pool" you say giggling as Jeonghan playfully throws your 5 year old son, Hyun woo into the water.

Hyung woo hated the water when he was younger, especially the sea. But now it's a mammoth task to get him out of the pool.

"Again! Again!" Hyun woo screams while you could see jeonghan's energy battery running low.

"He'd make you do this all day" you say sitting poolside, reading a book.

"That's all, that's enough" Jeonghan says and pulls Hyun woo out of the pool, now comes the tantrum. Jeonghan uses the last of his power to pull his son out of the pool and airplane him to where you are sitting. He dropped your tantrum throwing son on you. He made you scoot in the small pool chair and stuck close to you, putting his head on your shoulder, boy was he exhausted.

"Does your battery have enough power to pass me the sunscreen?" you playfully ask him.

"There's always a reserve battery for you my love" he says and also gives you a complimentary peck on the shoulder before he retracted to the same position as before.

→Hong Joshua

There was chaos in the Hong Residence as two boys, Dojoon 7 and taehyun 5, run around yelling and screaming. Two hyperactive boys were definitely a lot to handle.

"Boys, Boys!" Joshua claps his hand to get their attention.

"I have a mission for you"

their eyes light up and Joshua has their full attention. They loved missions, they recently got into spy movies and when they hear the word mission, they snap into their alter ego, little spies.

"Dojoon's mission is to clear up your toys on the floor and Taehyun's mission is to bring all the clothes from the dryer to the living room then mom and I will teach you how to fold laundry" he recites all the tasks. You loved doing chores as a family, it was possible on the weekends and you thought the boys would learn how to do things. It was the easiest way.

The kids rush to do their chores and the first one to finish was the elder one. This made the younger one upset, he came crying to you. The two boys are very competitive.

You end up giving them both some cookies. The calmed Taehyun down.

“We need to get them off cookies”

“Just this once please” you tell your husband pulling a cute puppy face. The boys loved cookies and it was easier to calm them down that way. Joshua hates it.

“Last time, promise?”

“Promise” you say pecking his cheek.

→Moon JunHui

“Noo I don’t want to, what if I hurts, and you flush it away”

“You want to keep it?”

Your son nods.

Your 2 and a half year old son is sobbing on his potty chair, not pooping because he thinks its a part of his body and he’s going to lose an arm if he poops.

You knew if was something Jun might’ve told him so you call him over.

“Hes not letting me flush his poop, he thinks we can raise it” you explain to jun sighing.

Jun ends up laughing at this.

“Please?” Your son asks in a small timid voice.

“Its going to start stinking baby”

“It already does” Jun chimes in.

“Caterpillar”

“You think its a caterpillar?” Jun asks and your son nods.

“Its just rubbish, it goes into the dustbin, the toilet is the poop dustbin.” Jun tells his son.

After half and hour of discussion, your son was finally ready to let it go.

“Where is he learning all this?” Jun comments in general.

“Are you sure its not you?” You ask playfully.

“No wayyy!” He says clearly lying.

“You’re lucky we didn’t have to raise his poop”

→Kwon Hoshi

"Appa, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall" you 6 year old son, Ji ho screams at the top of his lungs. Both the tigers are very loud, it took you some time to get used to. You literally gave birth to a Soonyoung junior. They're too similar. So they clash a lot.

“I haven’t even let go, stop screaming”

“Appa appa!” The little boy screams and goes down the small hill at the park.

“Don’t look back, look ahead, you’re doing it”

“Im going to hate you if you let go!” Your son screams at your husband.

Knowing your husband, he definitely let go and you hear your sons screams again.

“Appa i hate you!”

“You’ll never learn if i don’t let go, you want me to hold the back all the way to school? Whats the point of riding?” Hoshi scolds him.

Your son comes running to where you were sitting and he takes his shoes off to sit on the blanket.

“Appa is not trust worthy”

“You’ll thank me one day!” Soonyoung says and plops himself next to you on the picnic blanket, putting his head on your lap.

Your son joins him and now the two boys were playfully fighting to keep their heads on your lap.

“She’s my mom!” Jiho tells his dad to grt off of you. All this makes you giggle.

“Shes my wife! Get your own wife!” Soonyoung tells him off playfully.

“Im 6!” Your son exclaims.

→ Jeon Wonwoo

“See, now if I move my piece 4 places, I catch one of yours, so you take it back to your house” wonwoo explains to your 5 year old daughter.

She was suddenly on the verge of tears when her dad captured her piece in a game of ludo. She clearly hated losing.

“Appa is cheating!” She kicks her feet in annoyance.

“Thats the rules” Wonwoo says very logically defending himself from a 5 year old. It was hilarious to watch.

“She’s 5! Let her win” you say from the couch shile you watch the two cuties play ludo on your living room floor.

“She’s going to become a brat if I let her win” wonwoo comes back to you with more logic. Hes not wrong but once?

“Just let her win once!” You ask him again. He shakes his head.

“Come here, you and me, we’ll be one team” you say as you slide down the couch on to the floor.

Your daughter calms down a little while she sits on your lap. “Lets make daddy lose” she says and rolls the die again.

You very strategically play and capture 2 of wonwoos pieces in the next 3 rolls. Your daughter was happy now and wonwoo was stressed.

“Yes! We won! Daddy lost!” She sticks her tongue out at Wonwoo.

“See? This is what I meant” he says and bites his lower lip acting like he’s angry about the gesture.

You giggle at your cute husband.

→ Lee Jihoon

“Im going to throw it now, eyes on the ball okay?” Jihoon tells his 6 year old daughter who is wearing a hand glove thats bigger than her face. It was cute to watch.

You could see them through the living room window where you sat to read a book.

Jihoon makes the first throw that goes over the little ones head.

Her eyes follow the ball like her dad asked her to.

“Its too high”

“Jump to catch it” he teaches her but she groans.

“Just throw me a ball I can catch”

“Jump jump” he repeats stubbornly throwing another ball over her head.

She hates running to get the ball. This time she makes it her mission to make her dad run and get the ball. She throws the ball full swing and it hits jihoon right where the sun don’t sun.

You burst out in laughter watching the love of your life fall to the ground and groan in pain.

“Thats it for the day” he says between the pain and finally gathers himself enough to come back to the living room.

“That was some revenge shot”

“Our daughter is very powerful” he says remembering the pain and almost wincing again just at the thought.

“Im sure she takes after you honey” you smile at him.

→ Xu Minghao

Your younger daughter and your husband, Minghao, were standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

Minghao lost a bet yesterday about something silly and the punishment was to make your daughter hair. It was punishment because your daughter hated it when someone touches her hair or brushed it. It's a recent development. She would throw tantrums and it was just difficult.

It was minghao's first time touching her hair and he was visibly nervous too. He didn't want to hurt his little princess. Understandably.

"What do you want me to do today, princess?" he says hovering his hand over her hair, not sure where to put it.

"I don't want to!!" here it starts.

Minghao gets down to her level on his knees to talk to her. That's how he gets everyone. He has a way with words. A smooth talker you fell for.

"Why not?"

"It hurts"

"Daddy will do it softly, very very softly, and we stop the second you feel hurt okay?" he explains to her and try to touch her hair again.

He does it so softly like even the slightly touch would hurt his daughter.

"Ah" your daughter lets out a yell and Hao begins to inspect that area softly pushing hair away so he can see.

"Look, she has a rash"

she was not throwing a tantrum. She really was hurt, it made you feel horrible. you immediately apologise to her and bring some ointment for it.

"I'll brush it softly okay? so the knots are out" he tells her before he continues. She trusts him, you trust him.

You take some ointment out to put on her but she refuses.

"I want daddy to do it" she says and you nod understandingly.

He helps her with the ointment and your daughter finally has brushed hair. She hops away happily while you watch.

"I can't believe I missed it"

"It's normal, don't worry" he reassures you.

"This wasn't even punishment, she loves you doing her hair" you complain and he chuckles.

"Want me to do your hair?"

"Only if you do it as softly"

"Always"

→ Kim Mingyu

Kim mingyu, your husband of 5 years was working out in his work out room, he made a area attached to the living room a work out area so he didn't have to go to the gym, but occasionally still sometimes ends up going to socialise with friends while he exercises.

He had become much more of an exercise person once Bora was born cause he wanted to be as energetic with her as possible. He wasn't ready for his body giving up if he had to play with Bora or worse save her life.

You were passing by his work out area with the laundry basket but watching him working out your feet stopped and you ended up staring at him.

"What are you looking at?" his voice snaps you out of your staring.

"Huh?"

He smirks and you throw a sock at him at shut him up. If you stared longer you would've drooled physically.

You watch Bora's little legs run to her dad.

"Hello, to you too!" you say sarcastically and playfully as your daughter ignored you. Bora found Mingyu's gym contraptions very fascinating. She might be into exercising too. She loves being active.

Bora climbs her dad and somehow gets to his shoulders. What a total monkey. Only her tail is missing.

He ends up doing chin ups with bora on his back, no idea how he is this strong, but you were glad that he is.

while you come back to the living room with dry clothes to fold you see mingyu doing push ups with Bora on the floor.

"You're too sweaty" she screams as Mingyu's seat drops on Bora who was under him, every time he came down he would shower bora with kisses as she counted.

It was the sweetest thing to watch.

"I'm done, you can stop staring"

oh the things you would do to wipe that smirk off his face, right now all you could do was throw a dry towel to his sweaty face.

→ Lee Dokyeom

"What is this you do daddy?" the little girl asks her dad while he puts on multiple toner pads on his face.

Since it was a Sunday, dokyeom scattered all his skincare on the living room floor, ready with a bare face to pamper his.

"This is for my skin, so it's soft and pretty, like yours" he explains to her while she listens intently.

"My skin is soft and pretty?"

"of course it is, because you're a baby"

"I'm a big girl, I want to do this too" she whines a little. You overhear this conversation.

"should I cut you some cucumbers to put on your eyes?"

You take your child to the kitchen and she watches you cut some thin slices of cucumber, she was very excited. She ends up taking the plate to her dad rushing to be a part of this salon play.

You follow her out while she lays on the floor next to her dad. You sit by her feet and suddenly DK starts a salon skit.

"Hello Ma'am, what would you like today?"

"Cucumbers" she responds cutely.

DK places the cool cucumbers on her eyes that make her shiver.

"Would you also like a foot massage ma'am?" you ask her as you rub her feet. You hadn't done this since she was a little baby. It brought back memories and how much she had grown.

Your daughter, meanwhile is busy munching on the cucumber she's supposed to have over her eyes.

"Hey, are you just eating it!" DK scolds her playfully.

She giggles in response. Her giggles are the most adorable sound.

Between the massage and the cucumber facials, your daughter falls asleep in the middle of the both of you. DK slides his butt to sit next to you. You subconsciously put your head on his shoulder.

"She's growing up too fast, I don't like it"

"Wait for the day she says 'I don't need you' I'm going to start bawling my eyes out" DK says and a visual of him doing that dramatically flashes in your head that makes you giggle.

"I'll be right next to you probably also sobbing my eyes out" you mention and he gives you the sweetest smile.

→Boo Seungkwan

Your husband was pacing back and forth with your 2 year old son in his arms trying to get him to go to bed. It was 11pm already, way past his bed time, but you just couldn't get him to sleep.

It had become practice that Seungkwan sings him a soft lullaby and some walking in his father's arms knocks him right out.

You saw him whispering a song and couldn't help but hum it yourself while you put away all the toys he played with today so they don't poke your feet in the morning.

Your humming perked his eyes and seungkwan gave you a side eye for waking his baby up, you mouth a sorry.

"Mommy's here?" you wakes up to find you. He never gets to see you in the night because you come home late from work.

He immediately wants to come to you, you take him for a second say hi give him some kisses and give him back to seungkwan, despite all his whining, sleepy whining.

You pat seungkwan's back as a 'best dad' pat and move on to the toys on the living room.

→Choi Vernon

You were surrounded by paper and scissors and scrap paper. Your kindergarten going son, Derek had a project at school to make a jar full of cranes to bring to class.

Of course, a child's project is the whole house's project. Now, it was you, Vernon and Derek Sunday afternoon, making a jar full of cranes.

You were teaching Derek how to make a paper crane and the folds were too tough for a 3 year old.

Vernon folded one crane a little too big and filled the entire jar.

"Tada! We're done!" he announces clearly with so much space left.

Derek giggles. "No daddy, there is so much left"

"No look? It's all done, one big crane fits the jar, just tell your teacher that" he jokes with him.

It makes you giggle too.

You end up having a nice family bonding time when you do arts and crafts with Derek.

→Lee Chan

“The same one?”

Your daughter nods.

Your daughter, 5, has been asking for the same story about the elephant and the ant for the 100th time. She only sleeps once shes heard that story.

Chan can recite that story in his sleep. Its the same thing over and over. Your daughter could finish his sentences at this point. Once the story was done, Chan tucks her in and turns the light off.

“How can I forget?” Chan pretends to gasp and showers your daughters face with kisses.

Your daughter wipes her face.

“Don’t do that, Im a big girl now”

“Okay okay” He says and shuts the door, it does break his heart a little bit.

He comes to you looking a little mopey.

“Is she in bed?” You ask your husband. “Yeah” he says and comes to cuddle you.

“She said she doesn’t want to be tucked in with kisses anymore” he mutters. You run your fingers through his hair. “She’s growing up a little too fast, I don’t like it” he pouts.

“She’ll always be your little girl” you tell him.

“Always”

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summary. Hotch wasn't sure about the bachelor holiday, but meeting you changed his mind

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song.dream boy by beach bunny

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“Jack is doing fine.” Rossi laughed on the phone. “For God’s sake, enjoy your weekend, Aaron.” 

Hotch sighed with a little smile. He knew that calling Rossi would only result in him reassuring him about his son, sure, but mostly making fun of his protective behavior. 

It wasn’t his fault, if Hotch was asked. Whenever he had spare time, he was spending it with his son. It seemed logical to him that with his job, he had to enjoy every single minute off he had with Jack. He felt guilty not being in town with him this weekend.

Well, he felt a little less guilty knowing Uncle Dave had prepared the best schedule a nephew could ask for: homemade Italian food, a football game, a restaurant, and other activities he didn’t even know about.

As soon as Hotch agreed to go on this weekend trip, Rossi offered to take care of his son. Maybe too quickly. Making Hotch wonder if this wasn’t a group plan after all.

Derek had booked a whole single trip in some kind of paradisaic hotel, away from the city and with a pool—that was one of his main arguments when he told Hotch about it. The thing was, he booked it way before meeting Savannah, and it wasn’t really appropriate to go on a bachelor trip now that they were dating.

“But you, my friend, are single.” He said the day he put the plane ticket on Hotch’s desk. “It could do some good to you.”

Did Hotch refuse? Yes. Multiple times.

But all the excuses he found got disproved. 

He deserved some days off, and if a case came, they would handle it. He soon didn’t have any other choice but to accept to go on this trip. By himself.

“Fine. Kiss him good night for me, alright?” He said with a sweeter tone. And as soon as Rossi agreed, they hung up, and Hotch was by himself again.

Or, well, not really by himself.

“You really love your son.” You didn’t sound surprised, but admiring. And with your elbows on the table, your face between your hands, and the big smile on your lips, you clearly looked impressed.

If this was Derek’s bachelor trip, Hotch didn’t expect to meet anyone. It wasn’t his plan, and he wouldn’t even pretend it was.

He spent his first day there by the pool, reading a book that had been waiting for him on the bedside table for months. When he felt the sun on his skin and realized the water of the pool and the music playing slightly were the only sounds he could hear, Hotch was grateful he accepted the ticket. He even sent a quick thank you text to Derek.

He honestly didn’t expect more from this. Maybe good meals and the right amount of hours of sleep. 

But definitely not you.

You, who arrived in the middle of the afternoon and sat on the deckchair next to Hotch.

You, who wore the most delicious bikini he had ever seen. He wasn’t an expert, but it looked like it had been created specially for you and your body.

You, who gave him the nicest smile when you greeted him.

You, who put out too much sunscreen from your tube and turned to look at Hotch with an apologetic smile. “This might be weird, and if it is, please ignore me, but…do you need some sunscreen?” you asked with the cutest laugh he had ever heard.

And he laughed back, amused by the situation. He couldn’t even remember the last time someone put sunscreen on him—was it Haley? Probably. “Well, sure, I guess.” He put his book down and sat with his legs in front of you.

You took the same position, your legs bumping into his. And he watched you as you leaned closer to him, your tongue out in the corner of your mouth like it asked you to concentrate.

It asked him to concentrate to not let his eyes go down on the way your bikini was bringing out your chest. Simply when you started rubbing the sunscreen on his arms. 

But maybe Hotch lost it even harder when you slowly moved from his arms to his hands, turning this moment more into some kind of massage. “At least I will have a clear conscience knowing you won’t burn.”

He ignored the way his body reacted to this, how he hadn’t heard someone care for him like that in such a long time. “I appreciate it.” Before your hands fully left his body, he caught one with his hand. “I’m Aaron, by the way.”

“That’s a lovely name,” you replied, winking, before giving him your name.

You chatted here and there the whole afternoon. It didn’t feel too much, too burdening. You both enjoyed each other’s company naturally. It has been a long time since Hotch didn’t feel like Aaron, just Aaron.

This explained why, when you got up to go to a massage you had booked, he grabbed your hand. “Would you…like to dine with me tonight?”

Not for a second did you make him feel like he went too far. Not with the smile you had or the tenderness you used to put your other hand on top of his. “I would love to, Aaron.”

And there you were, dining with your feet in the sand and the sound of the waves next to you.

“Jack is my whole world.” He replied, taking your hand that was lying on the table. “I couldn’t imagine my life without him.” He didn’t talk about how having your eyes on him the whole call made him feel good, not pressured or heard. Just good. Like he was making a good impression on you, and he could feel it from your look at him. Hotch could point out the last time he cared so much about making a good impression on someone. It was probably Beth; that would make sense. And you, he wanted you to keep the best memory of him.

He gave a look at the way your thumb brushed over the back of his hand. “I’m sure you’re a great father.” And the good impression did work, apparently.

The whole evening felt like a fever dream. You talked about many different subjects, from your personal life to the news, your favorite movie to your first memory as a child. 

Hotch never wanted it to end.

“I have a question.” 

You’ve started walking around the beach, hand in hand. You looked like some kind of lover from a romantic comedy. Hotch complimented you on the silk dress you chose to wear, and you said he looked handsome in his navy blue shirt: “It makes your eyes pop.” 

He stopped you in your walk and pulled on your arm so you came back closer to him. “Is offering sunscreen your flirt introduction?”

Your laugh was so sincere it made him giggle. Your hand on his chest lit a fire in his heart he didn’t know was off. And your eyes, oh, your eyes on him made him feel so complete. “I don’t know, did it work?”

Just like Hotch, you didn’t come here to look for somebody. You wanted a moment for yourself, to find who you were away from your life.

A part of you loved to believe fate put that wonderful man on your path to help you through the journey. 

You stood there, looking at each other. One of Hotch's hands slowly moved to your face, cupping your cheek that he caressed with his thumb. His thumb softly touched your lips too. “I think it did,” he whispered, almost like an affirmation for himself more than for you.

But one you needed before closing the gap between you and kissing him.

None of you knew what tomorrow was made of. Let alone the following days.

All you knew was there was no way you would let each other go for the night.

Maybe Hotch should send another thank you text to his team, after all.