#he wants to swim naked in public areas

[pablitogavii]

Her bikini

This being the first summer Gavi was taken, he was not caring about PDA at all giving all his affection to you.

Every picture paparazzi took inspired him to be even more touchy and show the whole world that Pablo Gavi is madly in love with a goddess.

“Amor..they’re hiding in the bushes” you say laying on the towel while Pablo was applying some tanning lotion on your back spending quite a few minutes on your butt.

“Let them see Princesa..I’m obsessed with our summer pictures” he said and you blushed hard as he leaned down and kissed your ass cheek shamelessly. You were both crazy..

As it was getting hot outside, he invited you to go swim together and you gladly agreed walking hand in hand towards the see.

“Aii cold water “ you said giving your boyfriend perfect idea as he grabbed your legs making them snake around his waist as he went inside making you scream and giggle afterwards.

“Estas loco Gavitoo” you say moving his wet hair from his face and he leans in for a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Loco por ti..que ricaaa” he said biting your lower lips and smirked knowing what that was doing to you right now.

“Stop torturing me amore” you whine and he kissed your neck before pulling away and winking letting you go so you can swim around together for awhile.

After getting out you wanted to shower and get salt out of your hair cause it always tangles. Gavi saw you walking towards it and swung you off your feet carrying you there.

“You just can’t be without me amore huh?” You tease as you both went under the shower giggling.

“Guilty..besame” he said kissing you while water cascaded over your tan hot bodies. Your hand caressed his hair(gif) while he kissed you having to pull away because you were not alone..and he needed to keep it pg in public.

“You’re right amor this is torture, let’s go back to our room..” he whispered and you giggled telling him to be a little patient and that you wanted to tan some more. He groaned slapping your ass as you walked past him.

While you were tanning, Gavi noticed some boys walking around seeing them eyeing your butt. That made you boy sit besides you on the sand pulling your swimsuit down.

“Que haces amor???” You look aside and he shrugged as you noticed the same boys clearly still looking.

You were uncomfortable so you stood up moving towards your boyfriend and straddling his lap. His hand covered your butt and you smiled laying your head on his shoulder.

“ Hmm I don’t like it either amor..” you whisper feeling him kiss your neck while squeezing your ass making be stupid boys finally look away.

“Hmm toda miaaa” he said and you blushed nodding your head kissing his lips passionately.

“Tuya amor” you whisper as he stood up carrying you in one hand and bag in another. You quickly came home after that.

“They kept staring at you culito mi vida..but only I can touch it like this..and spank it..hmm and bite it..aii que rica” he said biting your skin and you whined pulling onto his shirt as you both ended up on bed naked in each others arms.

“Aii porfavor Pablito..make me your good girl again” you moaned while he kissed your breast sucking on them and sending your mind into frenzy. Fuck he was good at this!!!

“ you’re my best girl..you sitting on my lap when you saw them looking..hmm chica tan buena deserves a good reward” he said slowly lucky around your sensitive core while you moaned when his tongue finally found your aching area.

“PABLO!” You were whining mess not caring how loud you were in that moment since you were chasing your high when he pulled away and sushed you with his lips.

“Shh mi amor..” he said before slowly slipping inside you and making your back arch. His strokes were driving you mad as he pulled on your hair and you both moaned loudly.

“Si…si I’m gonna..” you moaned as you both came undone moaning each others name loudly. You held onto each other for the rest of the night before falling asleep peacefully in each others arms

The next morning, Pablo walked in the room with breakfast in his hands and blushed cheeks as you were still naked in bed waiting for him.

“Amor..look at this” he said giving you a note

“Keep it down love birds ;)” and you were now a blushing mess too…you two were really crazy!!

[inkedells]

okay but messing around with dbf!joel while on a family trip to cancun🤧

A/N: oh i absolutely ate down with this drabble

warnings: SMUT, literally everything that happens here is in public where anyone can walk in on them, grinding, so much dirty talk as usual, oh and just to be clear, reader is a legal adult (her age is never specified)

word count: ~750

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When you insisted you spend a couple hours at the resort pool at quite literally the crack of dawn, your mother shooed you off with a simple instruction before going back to sleep: take Joel with you.

You sat at the edge of the pool, kicking your feet in the cool turquoise water as you read your book—Or, at least, pretended to read your book. And it had everything to do with the way Joel was staring at you. Your bikini was baby blue and white gingham with ruffles on the edges, a fairly innocent combination, although slightly revealing.

With the pool area completely empty this time of day, you wanted to have some fun.

“Hey, Joel?” You called out, hand over your eyes as you squinted at him laying down on a sunchair under a cabana..

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

And there it was. Voice calm as ever, he called you by the name he only ever called you in private, and you found your legs instinctively squeezing together.

“I, um…” You lost your train of thought for a moment, but recovered quickly enough, “Would you like some company?”

He looked at you with adoration, running a hand through his hair. “Well when you say it so politely, darlin’, how could I say no?”

You sat your book down and stood to your feet in one fluid motion, deliberately bending down to pick up your book with your ass facing Joel. From the corner of your eye, you could see him staring.

Good.

You sauntered over to him without a word, watching him make room for you to sit next to him as he remained laying down. Neither of you spoke for a couple of seconds, just drinking in the heady air of each other’s presence; For you, that meant staring a little too long and hard at the hand on Joel’s belly resting dangerously close to the waistband of his swim shorts, the soft puffs of breath escaping his parted lips, and the smooth, tan skin of his exposed thighs. For Joel, that meant fucking you with his eyes as he scanned over every curve of your body.

“How d’you like Cancun so far?” Joel asked, pretending like he wasn’t imagining you naked that very second as he reached out to graze your fingers with his own.

“Hot,” You whispered, his question barely processing because god were his eyes beautiful and god was his stare unwavering and god were you so fucking horny you couldn’t breathe.

“And what else?” He whispered back.

“And, um… And… I… I don’t want to talk about Cancun anymore.”

“Why’s that?”

Joel knew exactly why.

“Because…”

“Because?”

“Joel. Come on.”

“Ohh,” Joel pretended to realize, “You didn’t come here to talk. You came here ‘cause you want to get played with.”

Before you could say another word, he was pulling your head down to kiss you. It was passionate and heated, but most of all dirty, because here you were kissing your dad’s best friend… on vacation… in a bikini… with your family sound asleep in the hotel room multiple floors above you.

But you had a strong feeling that the kiss wouldn’t remain “just a kiss” much longer.

“Let me touch you,” Joel urged, panting against your mouth as you moved to straddle his hips, “Can I touch you? I’ll make you feel real good, honey, I promise.”

You nodded eagerly, subtly pushing your hips forward in an effort to create friction for your throbbing core. Joel immediately complied, his hands on your ass as he guided your movements. But when he noticed something like frustration appearing on your face, Joel was slipping a hand down the front of your bikini.

You couldn’t help but gasp, panting out little whines and mewls as he stroked you. He started with a combination of rubbing circles on your clit, smirking as he stroked a finger through the wetness gathered between your legs and teased your hole every now and then. With how vocally you were responding to his ministrations, it wasn’t long before he was inserting two fingers inside of you and delivering your first instruction.

“Grind on my fingers. Mhm, yeah, just like that.”

And soon, your second instruction.

“Squeeze those tits for me, sweetheart. God knows my hands are busy.”

And finally, your third.

“Hey, cum quick, alright? Don’t want your old man finding us like this. Jesus, his best friend finger fuckin’ his little girl. What would he think?”

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[navstuffs]

Fun times at the beach

Pairings: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader, Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Warnings tags: porn without plot, public sex, beach!sex, handjob (m receiving), exhibitionist!leon (im in a mood for that one), tiny bit of possessive!reader, rough!carlos, tiny bit of possessive!carlos, exhibitionist!reader&carlos

Author’s Notes: almost a week to summer to end so i decided to make a small little smut piece to say goodbye to summer for both leon and carlos, separately. i will have a fanfic for the beginning of fall as well hopefully. enjoy!!

Leon struggles to stay quiet.

It is 7 a.m., and the beach is almost empty. Almost. You and Leon found a nice secluded spot, far away from the very few people who decided to jog or walk in the morning. For any distracted outsider, you are just a couple who chose to stay away from the seashore, with a towel above their bodies, relaxing and listening to the waves.

You quickly look around, your hands jerking Leon's cock fast as he whimpers. There is no time to tease, and you both know it. Not that Leon needed leaking pre-cum the way he was since you presented the idea. The idea had been yours, to which Leon gladly accepted. The risk of getting caught was a recent kink you discovered of your boyfriend after almost getting caught fucking in a friend’s bathroom. It seems to drive the more concentrated Leon over the edge, just like now. And you love it. 

Leon lets out another louder moan, calling back your attention. You silence him with a kiss on his lips, no tongue, enough for him to open his mouth, needy for a deeper kiss. You break away from the kiss, jerking his cock fast and hard, and give yourself a moment to admire Leon: his chest raising up and down, semi-open blue eyes staring at you with desire and lust, cheeks pink. His mouth formed an “O,” trying to hold back moans. He is barely keeping together, and you love it: you love how much you can make Leon lose control, just for you. You would ruin him so he would never think of anybody else. When his hips start grinding against your hand, desperate for his release, you move to whisper in his ear, not caring if anything could see you now.

“Such a dirty boy. Do you think we are being careful now? No, anyone passing now knows exactly what is happening: Agent Leon Kennedy likes to be watched as he gets a handjob. How close he is just with a simple handjob. You like to be seen: You want everyone to know how filthy you are, don’t you?”

The words do the trick: Leon moans your name, biting into your neck. You milk him of every single drop until Leon’s body starts spasming under yours. When you finally stop, he roughly brings you in for a kiss. The deep and hot kiss you denied him earlier, also tells you are getting retribution later. When you break away, Leon looks embarrassed. You smile, gesturing with your head toward the ocean.

“Care to join me for a wash?”

He smiles back, shy and adorable, his blue eyes shining against the sunlight.

Carlos demands you to stay quiet.

“Shhhh…”

You nod, the slapping sounds of sex loud enough to make your head spin. You know you are just a few feet away from a packed beach. It is the end of summer, Saturday afternoon, clear sky with the sun out, so most people are enjoying the sunlight they still have.

It is difficult to be silent, especially when you are so close to your orgasm, Carlos's hips hitting against your ass without any sign of stopping. You watch, fascinated, as the drops of water fall onto his shoulder and back, his swimwear down to his feet as you are naked in his arms. He looks delicious: like you are being fucked by a water God who only desires to fuck you until you lose your mind. To which you aren't too far away.

Carlos was the one who discovered the spot: a wall of rocks that shielded any view from the beach, which could only be accessed by swimming. You didn’t expect the small open area when you arrived there, enough for you two to stand together, bodies rubbing against each other. One thing led to another, and now you have your legs around Carlos’s hips as he fucks you hard and fast. You had never done anything like this before, not in public.

A specific thrust from Carlos ends up hitting a delicious spot and your eyes roll with pleasure, a loud moan coming from you. Instantly, Carlos’s hand is in your mouth, and you can taste the saline in your tongue. 

“You don’t even seem to care there are people behind this wall. They could hear us: hear how dirty you are.” Carlos whispers, his hands firmly grabbing your ass as he just doesn’t stop. You don’t know how he is keeping silent; the only sounds Carlos makes are grunts or a low curse in Portuguese here and there. 

Your hands look for his shoulder for support, your toes curling. You will probably have a scratched back tomorrow, but you don’t care. You are so close now, so close the pressure in your core building up to its limit. Carlos knowing you, as only he did, takes the hand off your mouth to lift your chin up to look at him.

“Come on now, meu amor, goza pra mim.” 

Your body, as it always does, obeys, and a very strong orgasm rips through your body. You start to scream, but Carlos places his hand over your mouth, your mind going blank. You don’t even register when Carlos cums inside you, your head resting against his shoulder as he curses near your ear, how good you are for him. How nobody else would have you. How you are his, and just his,

It takes a few seconds to calm yourself, breathing deeply as orgasm still spasms your body. Carlos gently puts you down but still supports you since your legs have become jelly. You turn your gaze to your man, a sensation of proudness to see him out of breath and admire his beauty: looking so hot like he did was criminal. And he was all yours.

“You good?” Carlos wonders, and you laugh weak. Carlos checks the top of your head to see if it got too hot with the sun, but you seem okay. “Come on, let’s go back to the beach.”

“I don’t think I will be able to swim back.”

“You will be fine. I don’t want us to have to call for help. I will be right behind you.” Carlos teases, winking in your direction.

“I wouldn’t mind that.” You chuckle, winking seductively. 

[shadowmaat]

The Jedi Order: a different view

From what I can tell the overwhelming majority of fannish content regarding the Jedi, their Order, and their Temple, relies solely on content from the now-discontinued Legends.

I understand the urge since it gives fans a veritable feast of trauma and whump for Obi-Wan and can help underscore the belief that Anakin was a misunderstood, maligned pariah who was never good enough for anyone in the Order.

However. It does get a little... tiresome after a while. Oh, people do some incredible and cool things to try and "fix" the Order, but they still start with the belief that the Order needs fixing. I wanted to ignore all that and start fresh.

Right! So! I'll focus on the Jedi on Coruscant, since they're the most relevant to the picture. I'll also start with the Temple itself, since it IS where everyone lives.

THE TEMPLE

The Temple was founded millennia ago and has been building on ever since in an effort to keep up with the growth of the city around them. I'd be tempted to base that at ground level, or the nearest equivalent. Given how high up Coruscant has now become, that implies layers upon layers upon layers, and of course they aren't going to add one level at a time, it'll be multiples.

I would absolutely love to see some archaeology-focused stuff. Jedi explorers delving deeper and deeper into the Temple's depths, discovering lost and forgotten histories, artifacts, art, books, etc. And also notes from previous Jedi archaeologists who also delved down.

With that in mind I've decided that the "Room of a Thousand Fountains" is a vast misnomer. The Temple Gardens extend downward, encompassing previous Gardens and lovingly maintained not only by the Agricorp (who aren't limited to just crops), but also bunches of Jedi, outside gardeners, and of course specialists for the different regions/biomes. There are plants in the Temple that have gone extinct everywhere else in the universe (credit to RoosjeM's Temporary Temple Guards for making me think of this possibility).

The point is, the Gardens are ENORMOUS. There are fixes and workarounds for the issues of sunlight, and I imagine there's a water reclamation/sanitation/whatever system in place to make sure everything (and everyone) stays as hydrated as necessary. I betcha there are secret depths to the Archives, too. Maybe museums full of ancient starships that regrettably had to be walled up whenever the surrounding city got too tall.

Jedi come from nearly every sapient species imaginable, and some of them have specific environmental needs. I know I've seen plenty of fics where Plo Koon's quarters are specially sealed so he can breathe his homeworld's atmosphere and not need to worry about goggles and an anti-ox mask. I think it'd be more interesting if there were entire sections dedicated to (or easily converted to) different atmospheres. This is easier and a lot more convenient when, say, there are multiples of a species in the Temple. Sure, individual room conversions can be done, too, but having a whole mini "neighborhood" of your fellow [species] can be nice as well. Walk freely. Chat with neighbors unencumbered. Enjoy meals together. Communal stuff like that.

I also love the idea of water-filled corridors for the aquatic types. Like that one comic panel that showed naked Kit Fisto happily swimming by on his way to somewhere else. Maybe an underwater training salle so the aquatics can learn how to fight/use their sabers in those conditions.

Dining areas would also be spread throughout the Temple, with some being "generic" fare to feed a wide variety of the most common species and others having a more specific focus, both in terms of species and cuisine types. Open-access kitchen areas for those who want to cook their own food, but not in their own kitchen (MUCH better ventilation in the public spaces, for starters). Also vending machines and automats for those on the go. (This shows up in K_R_Closson's All the Roads We Walk Are Winding and was goddamn genius.)

THE JEDI

In my version of things, the Jedi are much more considerate than fandom generally depicts.

A Jedi can never "age out." While allowances can be made if someone with basic control skills wants to leave, or if they want to find their own path when they reach their species level of majority, no one is ever forced onto the streets or "dumped" into a place not of their own choosing.

When an Initiate enters the Temple the biggest themes they are taught are "Community" and "Choice." Community means that they will always have a home in the Temple, no matter what. They can leave and come back if they choose. There are no legitimate mistakes that can get you thrown out. Failing a class, or multiple classes, doesn't mean you don't belong, it means that you need a more tailored learning experience to help you reach your goals.

Starting at an early age, crèche clans are taken on a "tour" of the various service branches; each one maintains a presence within the Temple itself, not only to maintain connections with the Jedi as a whole, but also to make communicating their needs (to the Jedi, to the Senate, to various interests) easier. And there is always at least one person available to chat about what it is their branch does. I did a whole separate post exploring how varied the Service Corps could be.

As the initiates grow older, they're encouraged to do a work/study thing that matches with their interests and gives them a better taste for what a particular field is like. This can, and usually is, done many times so an Initiate can find the best fit. And if they can't find a good fit, that's fine, too; there's no time limit on choosing a career. In fact it isn't uncommon for a Jedi to switch paths, either within an individual branch (Consular to Sentinel) or an entirely different discipline (Seeker in ExplorCorp to Crèche Master in the Educorp).

The point is, there are always choices available. It isn't shameful to not be a Knight. In fact it's expected that most will choose paths that don't involve a lot of political juggling and aggressive negotiations (although politics do creep into every field).

The whole mess with the Jedi being beholden to the Galactic Senate is a bucket of eels I'm not willing to handle at the moment, but I figure this is a good start to pinning down my ideas and I may venture back if I think of anything else.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Beach

Set around the same time as “Home” and “Promise Kept.” Agnes and Estinien go to the beach...and hope not to get arrested.

Agnes waited patiently at the swimwear shop in Costa del Sol. Estinien, who had tried on a few pairs of swim trunks already, was putting on yet another pair.

At least he’s even trying them on. Good gods, having to tell him that he can’t just go to the beach here nude was bad enough.

Thankfully, Agnes was not alone in this endeavor. A childhood friend, a mi’qote named H’nadia, managed the swimwear shop.

“Agi, where did you meet him? And does he have any brothers?” H’nadia asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Oh gods, please don’t make me explain. “In Ishgard…and erm, he has friends.” Well, one friend, who admittedly is extremely handsome. “He’s a bit grumpy sometimes, but he’s wonderful.”

“You’ll have to introduce me to his friends. Maybe they won’t be as grumpy as your man.” H’nadia winked. “Agi Currai having a man---who would’ve thought, eh? We’ve all waited for this, Agi. For you to finally find someone!”

Agnes gulped. “We?”

“Yeah, all our friends from the old days. And your mum obviously. And her friends. And your da’s mates. And all our parents of course…”

For love of everything that’s holy, Estinien, hurry the fuck up.

As if on cue, Estinien emerged from the dressing room, and Agnes almost passed out. H’nadia let out a loud ���wooooo.’

“I think these’ll do.” Estinien said, putting his hands on his hips. “What do you think, Agi?”

Agnes blinked several times and couldn’t believe her eyes. She adjusted her glasses thinking she was seeing things. She was not.

Estinien was not wearing what Agnes believed to be “normal” swim trunks. Instead, they were akin to a pair of smalls. Small smalls. His powerful, thick thighs were exposed, as was the trail of fine white hair from his navel that disappeared down to his…ahem. Focus Agnes. Focus. Oh gods, if he gets hard, it will impossible not to see. FOCUS.

“Agi?”

“Right! Right, well, I think they’re very um very good!” Agnes struggled to get out, her voice several octaves higher than usual. “Do you like them, love?”

He smirked at Agnes. “Aye. If I can’t swim nude, then these are the next best thing. It’s like I’m wearing nothing.”

“Actually ser,” H’nadia began. “there are specific nude beaches in Costa del Sol. One for tourists and one for locals. Agi could take-“

Agnes elbowed her friend. “But I want to take Estinien to the beach we all used to go to.”

“What, you lot didn’t sneak to nude beach?” Estinien asked, laughing.

Agnes froze. “Absolutely not! It’s 18 and over-“

“Well, for you absolutely not Agi. Yararu and I used to sneak all the time.”

“Anyways,” oh gods please let this end. “we should be getting going now that you have your…erm, trunks, love.”

***

About an hour later, Estinien and Agnes arrived at one of the beaches that locals preferred. “You used to come here with your parents then?” Estinien asked, placing a blanket onto the sand.

“Yes, Mum and Da took me and when I was older I came with my friends.”

“Friends like H’nadia? She was very…friendly.” He began removing his linen trousers and shirt.

“Heh, yeah we go way back, H’nadia and I. It was me, her, Yararu, Purple Harvest, and Lewson.” Agnes smiled thinking about all the hours they’d spend together each day. Everything was so much more simple back then. H’nadia and Yararu are still here, but Purple Harvest is off doing pirate things, and Lewson…may he rest in peace with Da.

“Hey, sweet girl.” Unaware that Estinien had moved, he was now standing next to her, taking both her hands in his. “You alright?” He brought her hands to his lips.

Agnes thought she was going to melt. “I’m okay, love, I promise. Just thinking about things from long ago.”

Estinien chuckled. “Don’t think too hard, Agi. We’re here to have---what did you call it---fun in the sun?”

“Yes! And fun in the sun we’ll have! Just let me get this shirt off.” Agnes took off her shirt, revealing a matching red bikini top and bottoms. “Alright, now where did I put the---love?”

Estinien was not moving. His mouth was agape. And Agnes could swear she could see his cock twitch inside his trunks.

“You’re…you’re wearing that?!”

Agnes’ face betrayed her confusion. “Um, yes? Why, do you hate it?”

Estinien cleared his throat. “Ahem, well, it’s not that I hate it, per say. I just never thought you’d wear something so…revealing. Out in public I mean.”

“I’m at home. Everyone knows me. No one is going to say anything to me about looking godawful. That’s why. And I think it’s a very pretty bikini!” Agnes did a little twirl. “You like it?”

His gaze traveled all over her body. He murmured, “Yes, my sweet. So beautiful. Why, I could take you on this beach right now.”

Agnes groaned and put her head in her hands. “No! No! No! This is not that kind of beach! And besides,” she went back to rummaging through her large bag. “We need sun protection.” Agnes squeezed a generous amount in one hand. “Turn around, love. I’ll do your back.” Estinien grunted and turned his back to Agnes. She carefully rubbed the cream on his well-muscled back, noticing the numerous scars. Burns, cuts, this one looks like it came from a blade, those from claws… A wave of sadness washed over Agnes. He didn’t deserve any of these, poor love. And they must have hurt so badly.

As if sensing her sorrow, Estinien slowly faced her. “Hey, what’s wrong? Back in the past again?”

“I never noticed…or bothered to notice…the scars on your back. They must have hurt so much…”

“Tis the life of a soldier to bear such marks.” He raised his forearm with the starburst burn on it. “And I bear this and the one on my shoulder as symbols of both my weakness…” With the same arm, he lifted his hand to caress her cheek ever so gently. “and that you and Alphinaud saved me. Like the ones that litter the rest of my body, they are proof of survival. I lived, Agi. I lived, and now I get to be with you.” He embraced her, pulling her close and squeezing her. “And I shall never take that for granted. Not ever.” He whispered in her red hair.

“Nor will I take you…the time we have together…for granted.” Agnes looked up at his smiling face and gave him a quick peck. “Now, if you would be so kind, love, my back needs protection.”

Estinien groaned as Agnes turned. “Woman, you will be the death of me.”

Agnes could have melted right then and there as Estinien applied the sun protection. His strong, large hands carefully applied the cream. His hands. Gods help me he has the best hands. “Almost done?”

“Almost. I want to ensure you don’t up as red as a tomato.” After a few moments, he pinched her ass. “All done.”

Every. Damn. Time. “Do you have to do that? Pinch my bottom for attention?”

Grinning wickedly, he responded in a low growl. “Well, it got your attention, didn’t it?”

Her eyes widened. Agnes squealed when his arms wrapped around her and then his mouth claimed hers. One arm was kept around her ample waist, his hand gripping her shoulder, while his other hand grabbed a generous handful of ass. “Estinien, we’re-“

“If someone has a problem with this, they can bring it up to me and my lance.” He growled in her ear. “I do not give a single fuck.” Again, he pinched her ass.

We better get in the water or else I may have some explaining to do to the Yellowjackets. “Love? Can we go swimming now?”

He tentatively released her and sighed. “Lead the way.”

“What so you can pinch my ass again?” Agnes said with a grin, walking ahead of him.

“I promise to behave. For now.”

Agnes and Estinien bounded into the waves and made their way to a small inlet Agnes knew well, where they would be afforded some privacy. Estinien could stand with the water up to his chest, while it was slightly deeper for Agnes.

Suddenly, a thought popped into Agnes’ head. “You could pick me up!”

Estinien looked confused. “Aye, I could. But I could also do that on land.”

“Oh no, you’d break your back if you did that on land. But in the water, with buoyancy, you could lift me with ease!”

“Agi, you do realize I am a strong man, right?”

Agnes wrinkled her nose. “Well, obviously, but-“

“There is no but. Except yours.” He winked at her and pinched her ass once more underwater.

Oh come on. “Please humor me, love. Please.”

Estinien heaved a dramatic sigh and, as Agnes predicted, with ease lifted her into his arms. A more overjoyed reaction he could not have predicted was plastered on Agnes’ face. “There, you are lifted, sweetheart.”

Agnes wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed contentedly. “Thank you. I’ve…wanted to do this with you but never could ask. You’d break your back-“

“Agnes Currai, you are not the weight of five chocobos. And with Nidhogg’s strength, I can easily pick you up any time you desire.” He smiled softly and kissed her nose. “But if this makes you feel better, then so be it. I will hold you in my arms for as long as you’d like. On one condition.”

Oh boy, here it comes. “Hmmm?”

“You allow me the pleasure…” Estinien kissed her cheek. “of taking you out tonight to Limsa. Wear your prettiest dress, Agi. Feel beautiful. Show me the city of your birth.”

Agnes tightened the grip around his neck. “Love you, ‘Stinien. The pink dress? With the crinoline at the bottom?”

“If that’s what you want, then yes. And I’ll buy you something nice.”

Oh no. Oh no. No. No. No. “Buy us dinner and I’ll pick something out for myself. Deal?”

He smiled once more and kissed her soundly.

Money crisis averted.

[anonymous-astronaut]

The mercs on a nudist beach?

LMAO oh this one is hilarious I’ll see what I can do.

Scout

Bruh he is beyond embarrassed at seeing people naked. Probably thought there were gonna be a bunch of hot chicks, and he’s mortified by all the regular ass middle-aged folks just hanging out (both figuratively and literally). Can’t carry a normal conversation if any dudes in the nude try to talk to him. Does his best to see as little of his teammates as humanly possible, and stands near the water so he can look at that view instead. Pretends he’s suddenly really interested in shells or something. Keeps his swim trunks securely on his body the whole time.

Soldier

Clothes gone. Simply vanished. In fact he probably destroyed them in his dedication to being naked. He feels free as fuck and has a grand old time, actually letting himself relax and have some fun. Builds a sandcastle of the White House and eats a sandwich (which he thinks is required because it has the word sand in it) before trying to catch fish with his bare hands (and bare everything else). He thinks everyone should be participating, and will lecture anyone who IS wearing clothes about how important “freedom” is in every sense of the word.

Pyro

To them it’s just like any other beach day. They personally keep covered head to toe, but they don’t care at all about other people being naked, they barely even seem to notice. They have fun playing usual beach games and splashing around in the water, and will be absolutely ecstatic if they are allowed to build a bonfire or access a fire pit.

Demo

He has no problem taking it all off, but secretly he is a little self conscious about his own body. As long as he’s not the only one in the nude, he quickly forgets any reservations and just focuses on having a good time. Probably helps Soldier with whatever crazy thing he’s doing. Doesn’t give a single fuck about other people being naked, but he will reassure anyone who seems nervous. Wants everyone to be comfortable, and will try to keep Soldier from yelling at anyone who does want to keep their clothes on

Heavy

Would have no shame whatsoever in being naked, he just has no interest in doing so in public. He’s too reserved. Doesn’t really understand why anyone feels the need to do so, but doesn’t care enough to ask .Perfectly content to sit on the beach with a good book or a nice conversation with Medic and let the others frolic around.

Engie

He’s way too shy to do more then unbutton his shirt a little extra. His southern modesty honestly makes him feel a little embarrassed around those who are naked. He’s real awkward about it, but eventually lets himself lie back with a beer and relax. He finds the best method is to try not to think about it and avert his eyes so no unfortunate images get seared permanently into his brain.

Medic

He’s a doctor for gods sake, he’s seen more naked bodies than he can count. You literally couldn’t pay him to care. He sees no particular reason to be naked himself, maybe if he planned on going in the water he’d give it a try, but really it just makes no difference to him. He mostly stays on the beach with Heavy, enjoying the fresh air and ocean scenery. Definitely the one mischievously feeding the seagulls

Sniper

The only thing he doesn’t take off is his hat. This is not an area in which Sniper has any shame or lack of confidence, he has no problem going au-natural. Seeing the others doesn’t bother him the slightest bit either. He just takes the opportunity to get a nap in the sun like a damn lizard with only his face covered by his slouch hat.

Spy

Won’t so much as take his jacket off. Maybe, maybe, with a lot of convincing, he’ll loosen his tie. He hates the beach, hates sand, hates seawater. There is nothing interesting enough for him to do, so he just kinda sits there grumpily. Naked people don’t bother him exactly, but he would certainly rather not see his coworkers without clothing. That said, he’s more upset about the sand in his shoes to be honest.

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Take My Picture ~ Hyungwon 1

Pairing- Hyungwon x Named Reader

Word count- 1.3k

Includes- public sex, pool sex, wall sex, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Hyungwon POV

"Be careful jagi", I tell my girlfriend as she stands on one of the lounge chairs, "Don't fall"

"I won't. And you're here to catch me if I do"

"You mean fall on me and knock me down", I tease

"Exactly"

I just chuckle at her antics

All this for a picture she insists on taking

"For your Instagram", she said

Of course she has to want the most difficult looking picture

Me from above with the pool and the lounge beds behind me

And since she's short she has to climb on something to take the picture

"Ok look up Wonnie", she says as she angles the camera down

I look up and she tells me to pose

I do a half smile silly face and she giggles taking the picture

"So we going for cute today?", she asks

I nod as she takes a few more pictures

"Done jagi? I wanna go in the pool", I whine

She rolls her eyes but still smiles, "Yeah you big baby. Done"

Holding her hand, I help her down, getting her firmly on the ground

"Are the guys coming?"

I shake my head, "No baby. It's just us"

Every since the guys found out about us by walking in on us naked and sleeping, they've given us a lot of privacy

Which is good because now that we spend as much time together as we can, we're always fucking too

Taking my robe off, I throw it on one of the beds then go to the pool

I get in right away, the water cold

Going under, I swim a little getting my body used to the temperature

When I surface, I see her sitting at the edge of the pool, her feet in the water at the shallow end

Swimming to her, I stand up, moving in between her legs

"Come in with me baby", I tell her, kissing her stomach

She has on a fuck sexy bikini and all I can think about it ripping it off her body

God she's so hot

"Not yet Wonnie. It's cold"

"It won't be it you just come in and get used to it"

She shakes her head, "I don't wanna"

"Jagi", I whine

"Wonnie no", she sighs

I pout but I tell her, "I love you"

"I love you too", she answers

I smile, then grab her by her waist and chuck her into the water

She's gonna be so mad but I'll make her feel better

She comes up, spluttering water, her hair in her face as she struggles to swim

I kinda threw her in the 5-6ft area and she can't stand up in that because she's short

Swimming to her, I reach out, grab her arm and pull her to me, then get us to the shallow end she's she can stand up

My baby is really short so it's the 4ft area

"Hyungwon! What the fuck?", she yells as I move her hair out of her face

She glares at me, shivering, "It's cold! That was not nice!"

I chuckle, pulling her to me, "I know jagi but I want you in here with me. Don't be mad"

She hurrumphs, looking away from me

"C'mon baby. I'll make you feel better. I'll warm you up"

"How?"

Turning her face to me, I crash my mouth to hers, kissing her hard

She kisses me back, my tongue down her throat, her arms around my neck

I pull the strings on her bikini bottoms off, taking them off and throwing it out of the pool, then pick her up

He legs wrap around my waist while I hold her against the wall

Her hands move to my swim trunks, pulling them down as far as she can

Gripping her ass, I move my cock to her entrance, moving inside

I push more, sliding my cock more and more inside with each push

"Wonnie", she moans loudly

God she feels so good, even in the water

Her cunt is so tight, so fucking wet, sucking me inside, opening just enough for me

Getting inside her is a whole other pleasure of its own

I don't want to be quiet but I have to

I don't want any staff to hear us and kick us out

And she has to be quiet too

"Jagi, shh ok?"

Her hands move to my upper arms squeezing hard when I bottom out

"Good baby girl"

She nods, breathing hard

I pull out almost all the way, then shove my cock back inside her hard

"Fuck", she groans

"Shh jagi", I whisper, moving faster and fucking her against the wall

God the pleasure she gives me is immense

Sex hasn't ever felt this good before

She fits perfectly around me, soaking me good, pulsing nice and hard

And I know where her spot is

After the amount of sex we have, I can find it in a second

I move my hips, making my head slam her spot

"Oh god", she yells

"I told you to be quiet", I tell her

"I...I.."

"Quiet baby"

She lowers her moans, her eyes shut tight in pleasure, her grip on my arms so fucking tight, she's gonna leave bruises

Pounding her spot, her pussy clenches me hard

"Mmm good girl likes my cock?"

"Love it Wonnie. Fuck, need it all the time"

"Yeah? I need my pussy all the time too"

The harder I slam, the louder her moans get

She has to be quiet

If anyone walks by they'll hear

"You have to be quiet if you want to cum jagi"

"I can't Hyungwon, you...you feel too good. I can't"

I like that I give her this much pleasure but she can't scream when she orgasms

And she's a screamer

"Hyungwon, Hyungwon", she cries

She's so close and only getting louder

"Be quiet jagi"

"Make me. I can't. Make me Wonnie"

How am I supposed to do that?

Her throbbing gets insanely fast and in the next second she's gonna cum

I feel her choke my cock and I move my hand over her mouth, muffling her scream as she cums

It's the only thing I can think to do besides pulling out

And no way am I doing that

Her body shivers against me and the wall, her cunt spasming around my length

Oh god fuck

I want to scream in pleasure but I'm not

I can't tell her to be quiet and then yell myself

I fuck her through her orgasm, then keep going to get her to cum again

I shove my cock deep inside her, right against her spot, grinding against her while I'm inside

She moans against my hand, her fingers digging into my wrist

Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me into her

"Feels good baby?"

She nods, looking at me with glazed eyes

"Wanna cum around my cock again?"

She nods, whispering, "Please"

Holding her up with my arm under her ass, I plunge my cock inside over and over, feeling her clench my length over and over

She's almost there, just a few more thrusts

I give them to her and her body shakes as her cunt clamps down on my cock, coming hard

That massive pleasure sends me over the edge and I bite my lip to keep from yelling as I shoot cum inside her

Her pussy throbs, sucking all my cum from me and I gladly give it to her

"Jo, jagi", I whisper

Leaning my head against her shoulder, I move my hand from her mouth

Her arms wrap around my neck, both of us out of breath

"Are you warm now jagi?", I ask

She giggles, "Yeah Wonnie. I'm warm"

"Gonna stay in the pool with me?"

"After I get my bottoms back on"

Right

Pulling out of her, I get my pants up then move to the edge of the pool getting her bottoms for her

Handing it to her she puts them on, holding them up while I tie the strings together

Then she pushes me out of the way, laughing and saying, "Race you to the other side"

She disappears under the water and I laugh going after her

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instead of you [part seventeen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol +sex

word count: 1.5k

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The flight from Naples to Tokyo took fourteen hours, not including the two and a half hour layover in Istanbul, meaning you had sixteen and a half hours to sit in awkward tension-filled silence next to Sam. The tension was one-sided, of course, but it was still agonizing to endure.

You had been able to push your anxiety aside during your last day in Italy because it had been so busy. There had been a power outage in the middle of the night, causing everyone to oversleep and miss the ferry for one of your tours that morning. It had been a scramble to get back on schedule and do as much as possible with the time you had left. The boys had been hungover and their parents were tired of wrangling them. You had dozens of photos on your camera roll of Sam and Harry bickering when they were supposed to be posing for a nice picture, and even more of Tom flicking them off. 

But now you were stuck alone with your thoughts, unable to use distraction as a means to escape. You tried reading your book, but found yourself unable to concentrate on the words on the page. After staring at the same paragraph for over fifteen minutes Sam noticed and asked if you were okay and you finally decided to call it quits. 

You almost wished the Hollands hadn’t scheduled in a day and a half to adjust to the time zone change. You’d rather exhaust yourself with the nonstop tourist bullshit than have to cope with the reality that you had gotten off to thoughts about your best friend’s brother. Not to mention living with the secret that the same best friend’s brother had kissed you not long before that. 

If Sam noticed anything was off, he didn’t mention it. He probably chalked it up to lack of sleep, or perhaps was too tired himself to care. 

“Which one of us do you think will be randomly selected in customs today?” Harry asked, stretching his arms above his head. 

You were standing in the aisle waiting to deplane, placing bets on who’d get searched by border agents this time. Somehow each time you traveled to a new place one of you was always chosen to get pat down or have your carry-on searched. Tom had yet to be the lucky winner, and you suspected it had something to do with his celebrity status. 

“Y/n,” Tom answered easily. “She has the U.S. passport.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like England has a squeaky clean record with Japan.”

“At least we didn’t-”

“Bro, you can’t say the b word on a plane,” Harry interrupted.

“Even when the plane’s on the ground?”

Sam shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Whatever,” Tom continued. “It’s definitely going to be y/n.”

-

“Would you mind stepping out of line, ma’am?” 

You sighed, not even bothering to look back at the boys. You already knew they were grinning like idiots and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. The agent ushered you to the side behind a glass partition, but not before you heard another agent repeat the same question to one of the Hollands. You smiled to yourself, happy not to be the only one singled out.

Behind the privacy screen another agent greeted you and asked you to take your sweatshirt off, explaining that it was too baggy and needed to be checked. You saw other people in baggy clothes who weren’t getting pulled out of line, but assumed they didn’t have the red flag of “U.S. Citizen” printed on their identification that would be cause for any additional suspicion. You complied with the agent’s request and pulled your sweatshirt off for them to further inspect.

You were glad you’d worn a sports bra underneath your sweatshirt because you usually didn’t wear anything underneath them. As soon as your head was out of the pullover you immediately met by Tom’s polite smile. 

He averted his eyes as soon as he saw you, pausing his conversation with the official to mumble a quiet ‘sorry’ to you as he was shown to the spot next to yours. 

You zoned out as they spoke, only aware of him again when he started unbuckling his belt. You caught his eye this time. 

“Forgot to take it off,” he explained.

“Sweatshirt’s too loose.”

You both faced forward as the customs officials proceeded through the motions. You were stuck standing there half-naked with your arms wrapped around your chest self-consciously while an agent pat Tom’s legs down. 

“Dad said we can meet them at baggage claim,” Tom said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. “They went on without us.”

“Okay,” you squeaked back in response. 

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but it still made you nervous to be alone with Tom. Sam was like a safety blanket, or a buffer between you and him and without him you were afraid it would be painfully awkward. 

The woman handed you your sweatshirt back and you had to wait for Tom outside of the screening area. He joined you a minute or so later.

“They find any dirt on you?” you asked from where you were leaning against the wall across from the exit. 

“Nope, you?”

“Yeah, actually I’m in custody right now. Can’t believe you missed the handcuffs.”

“Man, what’d they get you for?” 

“Identity theft,” you sighed. 

“Damn, that’s a bummer,” Tom replied, false sympathy rolling off his words. 

He cocked his head in the direction the rest of his family had went, indicating that you should get going, and held out a hand to pull you upright. You took it hesitantly and let him help you. 

“I was actually hoping you could bail me out?” you went on, continuing with the bit. 

Tom made a sound through his teeth and grimaced. “I’m kinda broke right now.”

“Aren’t you an actor?”

“Sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else.”

“No, you’re definitely the guy!”

“You’re thinking of Tom Hiddleston,” he insisted.

“Remember that IOU you gave me? I’m cashing it in now.”

“That’s not how it works!” 

You laughed. “No, but if I ever actually get arrested I’m using my IOU to get you to bail me out of jail.”

“I don’t think that a kiss and getting bailed out of prison are comparable, but I didn’t put any conditions on that postcard, did I?”

“Nope!” You smiled happily.

“Well that’s on me, so...”

You took the shuttle together to the other side of the airport where the rest of the Hollands were waiting and finally found them with all of your luggage at the furthest carousel from the entrance. 

“It’s about time!” Harry yelled over the crowd as soon as he saw you. 

Sam grinned when he saw you and you couldn’t help but grin back. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively and you relaxed into his shoulder, relieved to be with him again. It hadn’t dawned on you until that moment just how attached you were, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the other Hollands were all looking at you expectantly.

“Did everything go okay?” Nikki asked. 

Tom nodded. “They made y/n strip, but it was uneventful otherwise.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks burning. “It was just my sweatshirt!” you hissed to Sam. 

“Yeah, but you never wear anything under your sweatshirts!” Sam hissed back.

“I had a bra on this time.”

“Oh, so it was just another night at the bar for you?” You wrestled yourself out of Sam’s grasp at that and glared. “Am I wrong?”

Sam’s dad cut in before you could respond. He had a habit of calling “family meetings” in the middle of public spaces to finalize plans and get everybody on the same page, which was always an experience. 

“Alright, gather up, gang!” he said, beckoning you all closer. “So we’ll be staying at... this hotel,” he explained and turned his phone around to show you the name of it. “And the thing is, we have two rooms to share between the six of us. One for your mother and I, and another for you four.”

“What?” Sam asked. “You’re going to make us stay with them?”

“I thought we were getting three rooms like every other time,” Tom chimed in.

“We were meant to, but I made a mistake when booking it,” Dom clarified.

“How?”

“The entire website was in Japanese, Sam. I don’t know Japanese!”

“Dad, Google has a translate webpage option!” Harry groaned.

“Well no one told me that while I was booking this entire trip by myself!”

You traded a look with Tom, who looked just as panicked as you felt. But it would only be for a week. You would find a way to manage. You didn’t really have any other option.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Sam tried, forcing a smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Dom cheered. “We’ll make it work.”

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+18 | In the summertime | Dabi x Reader

Dabi x Reader

NSFW

Warning: public sex

Word count: 3k of porn.

Summary: Dabi and you have fun at the beach, wink wink.

Author’s note: this piece is for my beautiful @aurelius-divus. This is my birthday gift for you even though I don’t know when it is. I hope you enjoy it, xoxo

Dabi turned his head at the loud "Baby!" he heard on his right; his eyes catch the enticing swing of your tennis skirt as you sped up to his side. A pleased grin showed on his face; he enjoyed how your hair swayed around and played with your body.

"You took your time," he said when you finally reached him. You greeted him with a kiss on his lips and noticed he had a folded sunshade with him; his free hand instantly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards his body.

"I had some issues getting here. It's not easy to find the way, you know?" You said near his face. He still hadn't let you go.

"It's a cool place. You'll like it." His hand took yours and softly pushed your knuckles to his lips; he let it go and snaked his hand behind you and lifted the side of your skirt. You felt how his staples caressed the side of your leg and how he cupped your butt with his palm. He squished you hard. A soft moan came out from your mouth.

"Let's go," he put his hand away and started to walk to the beach. Your flushed face caught up with him pretty quickly.

You got to his right side, he glanced at you and placed his hand on your right hip, first playing with the fabric of your clothing with his thumb, but soon you felt how he was traveling underneath your skirt. His fingers began tracing once again the outline of your bum, feeling how your skin reacted to his rough touch. It felt like he was teasing himself with your body.

His hand played with the band of your bikini, moving his fingers from your right butt cheek to the left one. Suddenly, the wind caressed your most intimate area as he slipped out the bikini bottom of your legs. You stood still in shock, winded eyes looked at your boyfriend's features in search of an answer, but you only found him smirking and pocketing your swimwear. You managed to see how the now-dark-brown edges of the polyester fabric were affected by his touch.

"Don't look at me like that. Come here," Dabi roughly pulled you to his side, his hand returning your naked bum. The people in a nearby restaurant could perfectly see his playful touches, but they were too far to be able to say something witty.

You stiffed your body against Dabi; your mind was still processing the event. You turned your head to face your boyfriend and asked him why he did it. He answered with a loud smack on your butt.

"I want to see you naked at the beach," Dabi bit your bottom lip, and his tongue caressed the hurting skin. Then, his rough lips gave you a loving peck. A caring glow was on his eyes when he resumed his posture, reassuring you that everything was an invitation to have some fun.

You got to the end of the boulevard and strolled down on the clear sand to make your way to the deep blue ocean. Dabi took your hand to help you with your balance. Soon enough, both of you found a spot that seemed comfortable enough to be in.

You took out of your tote bag a beach towel, and Dabi helped you set it. He took the large-sized sunshade and unfolded it, placing it securely on the sand so you could have enough privacy.

"I brought some snacks too," you said.

"We can unpack them later, I'm not hungry right now," Dabi said. He sat down and enjoyed the sneak peek of your naked crotch in front of him as your skirt lifted itself up when you leaned down to place your bag next to the beach towel.

"Do you think the water is cold?" You said removing your top, Dabi's eyes stared at your body and never moved away to glance at the ocean.

"I suppose." He removed his shirt and relaxed on his elbows. He moved his face to one side, so he could get a more detailed view of your ass while you were fidgeting with your clothes. "Are you taking off your bikini top too?"

You turned in his direction, catching his Cheshire smile that widened when you threw your t-shirt to his face. You did the same thing with your flowered bikini top; and your skirt landed on his chest. His expression was blissful when your naked figure strolled to the ocean.

Dabi almost let out a laugh when he saw you pulling back from the water. He thought that it might be too cold, but he discarded that idea as you still went in there.

His eyes locked on how your legs and your behind when you started to disappear in the blue sea. The tips of your hair played with the ocean, caressing it on the surface until you dived.

Dabi kept looking at your gorgeous figure dancing on the water, enjoying how entertained you were in the place he picked for your date. His favorite moment was when you stopped your playful time in the water, stood with your feet grounded on the sandy bottom, and turned around to face him. He saw how the droplets of water on your body made your breasts shine under the sun. He felt the blood pumping to his nether regions.

You noted his gaze on your body, and with a wave you made him realize he was staring for too long, but Dabi held his stare as he didn't want to miss out on how your pretty bum peaked out of the ocean when you tried to dive once again. He loved too much how your legs teased him when they went in and out of the water. He directed his hands to the growing outline on his shorts.

You swam back to the surface and noticed his naughty gesture; you decided to lock eyes with him in the distance. You stood on your two feet again and showed him how your wet hair caressed your body and framed your figure, especially your breasts. Your hands seductively went from your hips to your breasts, feeling both of them with light squeezes. As a final teasing gesture, you slapped your mounts, getting them to dance under your touch. Both of you smirked at your shenanigans, and you went back to the water to swim a little bit more as your boyfriend kept palming his hot erection.

Not too long afterward, you walked out of the water. Dabi's eyes darted to your vulva, enjoying how your pussy lips shined like the rest of your body. He felt his cock twitch under his touch as he played with his wet tip.

Strolling your way to Dabi, you could appreciate your boyfriend's hard cock straining against his shorts. He welcomed you with a smile, and you asked him to make some space for you to sit next to him. However, he had a better idea and pointed at his crotch.

Following his dirty plan, you placed your delicious wet bum on top of his cock. You felt the result of your teasing against your skin, a hard dick twitching under you. Your insides clenched at the sensation.

Dabi, still resting on his elbows, guided one of his hands to your body. First touching your pretty cheek, then your neck, and he made his way to your breast, which he slapped lightly, mimicking what you had done earlier. Your bouncing tit made him twitch harder under you, making you squish your insides as he kept pulsing his boner against your bum.

Dabi's breathing became heavy as he moved his hand from your breast to your belly, appreciating your soft skin and how different it was from his own. He pushed his hand further down until he met your precious Venus mount.

His rough fingers caressed your inner thighs with an up-and-down motion; he then squished the skin when he felt a little bit of fat under his touch. The harshness of his staples made you shiver.

His fingers started to went inside your thighs, moving to your already damped sex. He caressed your slit with his middle finger, collecting your moisture. At the feeling of your wetness Dabi groaned, and his cock pulsed even harder against your ass. It was looking for some friction. You slightly parted your legs with a pleased smile on your face.

Dabi directed his finger to your clit. He felt it with up-and-down touches; then, he started to draw circles on it. Your nipples perked, and you placed your hands behind you to keep yourself on top of him, your chest popping out.

Dabi took more moisture from your pussy and used it as lube on your clit, circling it faster. He propped himself up with his supporting hand and went straight to lick and bite the fat of your tit, leaving some light marks on the skin.

He added another finger to his touches and guided his hand to your clenching entrance. He pushed his index and middle finger inside your pussy to gather more of your wetness and went back to your clit. He used both fingers to caress the sides. His mouth went to your nipple, and he sucked and bit it to keep you moaning.

The whistle of a pair of strangers passing way made you turn your head to shore. You saw a couple walking by and looking at the show. You clenched harder when you understood that you were being seen. Dabi took note of your reaction and bit your nipple harder to get a loud moan from you. The couple was giggling and they kept their way along the shore.

A few minutes after, a group of friends now got near you. Dabi pushed the fingers he was using to tease you inside you, his thumb working on your clit. He took a fast pace that had you parting your legs until you showed the upcoming group how your boyfriend was working inside you, pushing his finger in and out. You played with your unattended perked nipple, pinching it. Dabi's mouth was on your other tit; he kept biting your yummy skin and leaving marks of his teeth on it. Your moaning was a melody to him.

The group approached you, but this time they were trying to pretend they hadn't seen the pornographic show in front of them and walked by as quickly as possible.

Dabi lifted his face from your boob to stare at your pleasured face as he harshly circled your clit with his thumb and pumped you with his fingers. Suddenly, he took his hand out of your legs, leaving you clenching on yourself. You looked at him, whining and demanding for an answer on why he stopped, but you were met at the sight of your boyfriend cleaning his fingers with his tongue; he licked his palm and the back of his hand until there were no traces of your wetness left. He then got closed to you and gave you soft pecks on your lips.

"What if you put your ass in the air?" Lust was clouding his eyes as he requested you to get on all fours.

You complied with his request; both of you shifted on top of the beach towel until he was kneeling behind you and your pussy was feeling the cool air of the day. You supported yourself on your forearms, giving him a beautiful look at your swollen pussy.

The warmth of his naked and hard cock was a strong contrast when he pressed it against your slit, coating his tip with your arousal and feeling how your pussy's lips welcomed his cock between your legs. After some empty thrusts on your vulva, Dabi aligned himself with your entrance and pushed himself in slowly; when his head was in, he pulled back, leaving you empty; then, he pushed himself back in a few times. He adored how your pussy stretched out for his red and hot mushroom head.

Dabi pushed himself in you one more time, sticking his pulsing cock's length inside your clamping pussy. He took you by the hips and rocked himself back and forth; the inches of your pussy caressed all of his ridges, stroking his dick. A few soft moans came out of your mouth as you arched your back further, giving Dabi a better angle to stick himself inside you.

Dabi's sack swung faster when his pace became rougher, his fingers now digging themselves into your skin. His cock pushed and massaged your insides; it mixed your arousal with his, to then take the juices out with his mushroom head. Your warm fluids turned cold when they slid down the back of your legs.

The sensations made you moan louder to the point that the waves couldn't cover your pleasure sounds. You could only grip yourself to the towel beneath you and look into the calm landscape as Dabi's thighs slapped against the back of yours.

Each of his thrusts pushed the air out of your lunges. It came out of your lips as a seductive "Ah". On the other hand, Dabi's grunts were erratic like his breathing. It was shallow, and his repetitive gasps came out of his parted lips when he dug his swollen cock in you.

You felt his nails bruising your skin when he pounded into you. He crouched over your figure, and his drops of sweat fell on your back and turned cold on your skin. He kept pushing the hungry head of his cock deep inside your puffy walls. Dabi loved how you swallowed him good with your velvety pussy.

Dabi straightened himself up, his gaze fixed on how your ass moved against his rough thrusts. He pulled a hand away from your hips and made it land hard on your ass cheek. You let out an audible moan of surprise, that shortly was followed by ones of pleasure when you felt your boyfriend pushing his cock down your pussy and his hand smacking repeatedly your butt.

Tears were forming in your eyes, but they didn't drop because he stopped altogether. You turned your head around and saw him meeting your ass with his face.

Dabi got near your unmarked butt cheek and dug his teeth on the skin, almost chewing it; he then kissed the bruised skin tenderly.

He moved again to almost the top of your behind and bit your skin harshly. After that, he used his lips and tongue to caress the love mark. Lastly, he went near your folds and playfully bit the skin until his mark was tattooed in them; he kissed the skin once again.

Dabi noticed how your hole was clenching, calling him to finish what he started. But before doing what was asked, he stuck his tongue out and circled your entrance, licking the mix of both of your juices oozing out of your pussy. He pushed his tongue inside; you felt the thick muscle caressing the first inch of your cooch. Dabi took his tongue out and then resumed his position behind you; he pushed his cock again inside you.

His hands were on the side of your face, his body on top of you; with the new position, he gained momentum to pull out and push in repeatedly, gaining loud whimpers from you. Your pussy kept clenching continuously on his shaft, and his head was dropping more precum inside you.

From your peripheral view, you could see how a man was getting near you, but when he realized the scene performing in front of his eyes, he turned around quickly. You kept moaning shamelessly, and Dabi pushed with more strength until your abdomen started to contract. Your pussy's walls pressed against him, milking him.

He propped himself up again and took you by your damp locks, pulling your hair towards him and causing a delicious pain that made you clenched violently around him. Dabi let out a loud moan and kept thrusting until your pulsing orgasm washed over you like a wave. Not soon after, his cock pulsed inside you and shot his cum in you, you felt how his hot seed filled you up, but he didn't stop thrusting, enjoying himself inside your pussy.

After you emptied his balls, he pushed back and opened your butt cheeks to see how his cum was dripping out of your hole. He took some of it on his fingers and tasted both of your orgasms.

Dabi sat behind you and caressed your backside as you were trying to get your breath back. He guided his hands along your curves even when you propped yourself up o and placed your body against his chest.

You looked up to him, and he kissed your forehead, praising you for the great time you had together.

"Wanna clean yourself in the water?"

"I can't walk right now," you said. A playful smile was on his face. You saw how he put his trunks back, and then he placed his arms behind your back and under your legs.

He took you in his arms and walked with you in them to the sea. You hugged his neck.

When the water covered his hips, he placed you down, making you float on the sea. The sudden coolness of the water made you shiver, and he reassuringly squeezed your shoulder.

You let the water clean the mess both of you created on your legs as you pressed yourself against his chest. He embraced you back and enjoyed the heat of your pleasured body on his skin.

[asteroshearts]

Eren Jaeger is a Selkie

Modern!AU, Selkie!AU

Selkies are creatures originating from Celtic and Norse mythology. When the selkie sheds their coat, they become a human. Rumor has it if you take a selkie's coat, they're going to be forced into a relationship with you and can't return to the water.

Warning: Adapted selkie lore. The last three canons are also not SFW!!

Image: The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli

First of all, Eren absolutely detests the curse that has been placed on the selkie people.

He's like hmph! hmph! 😤😤 "How dare our people have their freedom be stolen from them by a mere coat!" Tatake! TATAKE!

You're a marine researcher and rescuer that works at a research institute. Another pleasure craft happens to "accidentally" pollute the ocean again, causing an oil spill near the beach where you work and study.

Thankfully, the amount isn't major, but it's still a danger to the marine life and habitats so you and your team go out and your job is to help the animals that were caught in the middle.

Your team brings back a horribly aggressive northern elephant seal. He's completely uncooperative, snaps at your teammates' fingers, tries to escape, and knocks over all of your tools. You'd think that he consider this "rescue" thing a major inconvenience, even though he's covered in oil and might have other health issues.

You all eventually decide to leave him to his own devices in a locked room and try again the next day where he's hopefully calmer because sedating him didn't work. Your coworker tried.

You accidentally leave your lunch bag at the rehabilitation center and you only notice late at night. Groaning to yourself, you drive out to the beach to get it back.

It's only when you're crossing the shore when you see a ??? butt naked man lying unconscious on the sand ??

You have half a mind to call the authorities, but you realize that he's covered in oil, the only thing he has on him is a surprisingly nice coat, and you figure that he might have been robbed or worse since he's not waking up no matter how much you try to nudge him.

You figure that he might just be another adrenaline junkie since it's illegal to swim on this specific part of the beach. There are no lifeguards, the water is incredibly rocky, and it's nighttime as well. It's also meant for thriving marine life and having humans in this area would drive them off. He's already hurt, and you know that calling the police won't do anyone any favors, so you hope he isn't a murderer and drags his heavy ass all the way back to your car.

He sleeps all the way through the car ride (you threw his coat over him to hide his hips) and you hope that no one sees you pull a 6'0" naked body back to your home.

You check him for injuries and can't find any, so you hope that he can just sleep it off. Quickly changing him into a shirt and sweats, you figure the only thing left to do is wash his coat for him and get all the oil, sand, and seawater out of it.

When Eren wakes up the next morning he immediately knows that he's in a human's place and that his coat is gone. He's about to go into a rage he swears 😡😡

Inwardly he's like, "MY FREEDOM?? MY FREEDOM." all pouty-like and crosses his arms.

But then you walk up with nothing but smiles, and you say, "Oh! Good! You're awake! I'm glad you're okay!" Before he can cuss you out, saying that he would never love you even though he's now forced to be in a romantic relationship with you, you give him a packed breakfast, his cleaned and dried coat, and you send him out the door saying that he might get caught for public indecency next time.

And even though he hates the selkie curse, the instincts are still engrained in his brain so the moment you shut the door he's just standing there ;;; in shock??? 🧍🧍

Half of him is saying that he has his freedom now and he can go back, but the other half is saying ??? you don't want me??? am I undesirable to you???

You clearly took his coat, he can smell it in your fabric softener, but you gave it back to him even though you guys are technically spouses now.

The next few days are a whirlwind. You come back to work realizing that the angry seal actually managed to escape and even though your coworkers are saying "Thank God," you're still worried since the spill hasn't been cleaned up yet.

Eren spends his days half in the ocean and half hiding behind rocks looking like an anime schoolgirl too shy to talk to his crush as he looks at you in your cute little rashguard or your research institute uniform. 👉👈

Eventually, he comes to the conclusion that you're the perfect human spouse!!! No other human would value his freedom like this, so he's like okay 🥰 you're perfect I'm consenting and we can get married and have lots of seal babies now.

He's a bit unsure of how to approach you, but you're sure that you catch a flash of that brown hair every now and then when you continue to rehabilitate other animals.

But then one day one of your work friends attempts to take you out on a date and Eren just comes sprinting up looking absolutely betrayed and furious that you would flirt with someone when you're supposed to be happily married to him.

You just let the biggest HUH? leave your lips when you see him again. AND HE'S STILL. BUTT. NAKED.

He drags you away and even though you're the most confused you've ever been in your entire life, it's hard to get angry at an extremely handsome brunet who gives you large green puppy eyes and acts as if his behavior is completely normal.

You just let your jaw drop at the end of his explanation and go, "...But we're not married!!!"

Cue Eren furrowing his dark brows and saying, "You took my coat though." He grabs your hand and places it on his bare chest. "This heart is yours now."

The selkie reveal drops extremely casually like he's telling you that he's the armored titan or something.

When you don't believe him, best believe he's going to do that dramatic jacket flip and turns into a seal before your eyes.

It takes you a while to get over your "I'm going crazy" phase, but then you decide that even though you're technically "together" by selkie rules, you say that you don't feel anything for him, so it would be unfair for both of you to be in a relationship.

To Eren, that's translated as, "Oh, I have to court them the human way."

He first relies on his instincts on what "courting" is. Imagine when you're at work, a large seal just drops a bunch of edible fish in front of you because he's proving that he can provide for the family.

When that doesn't work out, he goes to Armin and asks for ways to get you to like him. Armin tells him that humans like pearls and one day your coworkers just see you speedwalking as a seal attempts to flounder after you with several oysters in its mouth.

Next, he just tries to give you his coat forcefully. Like you just find it in your car, on your work desk, in your house. When you confront him about it he's like 🥰🥰 oh that's strange... how did that get there? hahaha anyway!!! let's be together now!! I'm stuck with you!!

Even though Eren is pretty...pushy... his efforts do actually start wearing you down. He's attractive and fit, he put time and energy into getting you to like him, and when he catches you on the beach alone, he talks to you about you as a person and you, in turn, learn about what kind of person he is. It's hard not to love someone when they look at you like you're the reason why the ocean is beautifully blue.

Selkie!Eren is clingy!!!! When he starts to live on land more than the ocean to be with you, he's just pouty and upset when you have to go to work. You know when you get a new puppy and they just trash the place because they miss you and don't know any better? That's Eren.

He doesn't understand why you have to work when he can just provide for you himself.

Doesn't like human clothes so he just walks around your home still bare. Eventually, you become desensitized to it and you don't even blink when a 6'0" naked man hangs off of you trying to get your attention.

You tell him that he can't go out with you and your friends unless he puts on some clothes and he just wears some pants and like his coat and you're like ,,,, okay I can still see your man titties like what's the point you're trying to make Eren.

I wanted these headcanons to be SFW, but Selkie!Eren legitimately doesn't understand pulling out and contraceptives. He's a horn dog but he also goes by animal instincts and so he's confused as hell going ?? we are supposed to have many pups !!

The northern elephant seals are also known for being extremely loud during mating season. Make of that (in human form!!!) what you will.

Also imagine having hot seggs on top of his coat. Okay. Send tweet.

[bangtangalicious]

the glow up | pjm, kth (1)

pairing: jimin x reader, taehyung x reader ft. a splash of jungkook

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, angst drama childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 3.5k

warnings: body image issues, car sex, road...riding(?), exhibitionist themes, groping, toxic behavior, lots of making out, dirty talk, boys being problematic, weight loss, slut-shaming, unprotected sex (disclaimer: everyone’s body is beautiful. there is no ideal weight or body type! you’re beautiful) 

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The sun rays filtered through your blinds, and as you felt the piercing heat on your skin you smiled. Summer was finally here. You had come back from college just a few days ago, and had yet to catch up with your old friends.

You were really excited this time. The past year, you and Jimin had made a pact to hold each other accountable and go to the gym. You were proud of your hard work, and the results showed.

You had always been the chubbier friend. Not to the point where anyone really noticed, but you did. Jimin would relate to you back in the day, as you both would get teased by his friends for his cheeks. Today was Jimin’s pool party, and you were expecting to make a grand entrance to show off your new body. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Everyone would be unable to take their eyes off of you.

Taehyung had graciously offered to pick you up since he would be in the area to pick up the alcohol anyways. You saw from your window as his white convertible entered the parking lot. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, an oversized T covering the skin tight bikini underneath.

As Taehyung saw you emerge from the building, he pulled his arm back, gesturing you to sit next to him and smiled. He was always really sweet to you. You had known him just as long as Jimin even though you weren’t as close.

“Morning princess. It’s been a while”

You blushed and rolled your eyes. You made a point to show off your tones legs as you got into his car. You didn’t miss the way his eyes scanned your figure as the wind teased your curves under the baggy fabric.

“Hey Tae, damn it really has. I haven’t seen you since last year!” You twirled your finger in your hair absentmindedly. Taehyung kept one hand at the back of your shoulders as he began to drive. Something about the way he was driving had you squirming. He glanced over at you, and you good see the smirk in his eyes from behind his round glasses. He turned on the radio as he pressed down on the gas.

Next thing you know, you’re lowering yourself down onto his hard dick.

When did you end up getting into his lap and riding him as he drove? When did you get completely naked in his car and let his taste every inch of you? The details were a blur. But as you reached Jimin’s house, you were a sweating, breathless mess. Taehyung looked completely fine, as if nothing had happened. He waved to some others who were gathered around the entrance as he stopped the car then turned to you. His hand found your thigh, slowly caressing you as his fingers crept up, his thumb brushing over your wetness, still sensitive from the quick fuck you two shared just minutes before.

“You ready to go in?” He smiled genuinely, it was as if he had turned back into the Taehyung you knew from your childhood and not the boy who was whispering absolute filth into your ears about how many different ways he wanted to destroy you.

“Um, you go ahead, I just need to gather myself”

He nodded in understanding, pushing your hair behind your ears, gazing at you intensely before leaning to kiss you passionately, as if he had been craving you for years and couldn’t get enough. Your hands instantly cupped his face, reciprocating and rolling your body towards him, searching for something you knew you wouldn’t find. His lips were incredible. Soft and tight, teeth grazing over yours and tugging at you. You shifted to get even closer to him, allowing him to grab your waist. It was not the most comfortable position, but you were too lost in sensation to care.

“What the fuck”

As if someone threw a bucket of cold water on you, you yelped and jumped away from Taehyung, realizing how blatantly in public you two had been making out. You turned and saw the shocked and confused expression of your best friend.

“Jimin…hey”

You took in the sight of him. He looked hot. You had to blink to make sure you were even looking at the right person. His face had changed strikingly, his jaw sharp, angled, and neck toned. He also seemed to be trying to digest everything he was seeing.

Your mutual staring was interrupted by the sound of Taehyung getting out of the car, slamming the door shut. He came up to your side of the car, tilted your face up and kissed you one last time. You saw Jimin’s knees go week, and fury built in his eyes. Taehyung then playfully pat his back before leaving the two of you to go enjoy the party.

You had no idea what to say. You didn’t know if you should feel guilty. You technically didn’t do anything wrong. Jimin was simply gaping at you.

He finally cleared his throat, seemingly coming to some sort of compromise within himself. “Sorry, I was just…not expecting that.” He opened his arms as an invitation for you to get out of the car and hug him, which you did. You basked in his comforting scent.

“Missed you loser” You muttered. You heard him scoff as he let you go, his eyes flickering over you.

“So…” He backs away so that you two are still pressed against each other but he could see your face, “You and Tae?”

“No! It’s not like that I…”

He clenched his jaw, tilting his head.

“Did he fuck you y/n?”

You nodded. You felt his fists clench. You quickly grabbed his wrist before he turned around to go find Taehyung.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him that’s what”

He tried to shake you off but you wouldn’t budge. “Calm down. Hey. I wanted to Jimin, it was mutual” He shoved you back against Taehyung’s car, you almost tripped back over the door into the seat but you caught yourself.

“Why? Did you really put so much time and work on that body just to hand it off to the first person you get your hands on? Did you really go through all the hell these past few months, getting up early, sweating every day? All that work and you just toss it to him like it’s nothing? Now you’re acting like a complete whore? Don’t you have any self respect?”

You had seen Jimin angry before, but this was different. He looked dissapointed. You realized with a queasiness in your stomach that your best friend was looking at you in disgust. Judging you. You felt small suddenly, wishing you could rewind and take it all back, just arrive and have fun like you had originally planned.

“Let me see” He demanded. “Show me your body” You were incredibly confused, but did as he asked, lifting your shirt up and tossing it into Taehyung’s car. You observe as Jimin gulps, staying absolutely silent. If he likes what he sees, he makes no indication of it. He looks away.

“Wow. You…you’re hot” He says softly, his voice much kinder but he couldn’t meet your eyes. You swallowed nervously.

“So are you. I’m proud of us” You reached for his arm affectionately. “Jimin, I’m sorry if me fucking Taehyung made you feel uncomfortable, but come on I haven’t seen you in so long. I wanna enjoy today with you. Let’s just move on” Jimin finally looked back at you, sighing and nodding his head.

He led you to the pool. Taehyung was already in the water, playing volleyball with Jungkook and Hoseok. He smiled your way, pushing his wet hair back. You could feel Jimin’s eyes on you like a hawk as you smiled back. He got out of the pool and walked over to you. You couldn’t help but ogle at the way the water dripped down his bare chest.

“Y/n, you should come play with us” He offered sincerely. Jimin scoffed quite loudly, causing others to turn their heads as well. Taehyung ignored him, smiling towards you still.

“Y…yeah for sure. I’ll come in a bit”

“Aw come on, I can carry you, it’ll be fun” He wrapped his arms around your hips, allowing your legs to wrap around him. You giggled as he swung around and screamed as he threw you into the pool. Jungkook swam over and caught you in an embrace, his hand accidentally brushing the side of your breast.

“Hey y/n!” He said sweetly, “It’s great to see you! You look really good” You blushed as Jungkook let his hands travel up and down your back. Jimin was practically fuming. Jungkook’s fingers teasingly toyed with the tie of your bikini, making you heat up inside. Seeing as you didn’t back away, he took it as invitation to advance even more. Making sure his back blocked any sight of what he was doing to you, he slid his hand under your flimsy bikini. He whispered into your ear “You like that?” You nodded, unable to hide the red flush on your cheek. He smirked and pulled you flush against him so you could feel his hard cock through his trunks. “Tell me how Tae fucked you y/n”

“I…”

“What did you do, hm?” His hands squeezed your inner thighs, spreading your legs out so he could push in more. “Did you give him road head? Did you ride his cock? In a convertible fuck just out in the open for everyone to see? Is that what you’re into huh? You like it when others watch?”

You nodded furiously, your core getting extremely hot with his words.

“What do you think? Want me to turn you around right here? Take you in front of everyone? Take you in front of Taehyung…in front of Jimin? Poor motherfucker would probably die with jealousy”

That statement didn’t sit well with you. Jimin? Jealous? You wiggled out of Jungkook’s grip, swimming away slightly.

“Why would he be jealous?” You asked. Jungkook laughed. Taehyung swam up to the two of you to see what was going on.

“Hyung, what do you think? If I fuck her in front of Jimin, how do you think he would react?”

Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “I know if I were him I would probably beat you up” He pulls you in towards him, kissing your cheek.

Was it true? Did Jimin want you? Is that why he was so upset? You shook your head. There was no way. If he liked you, he had so many opportunities to tell you, and you knew you wouldn’t have denied him. You guys were the closest that two people could be. You didn’t think of him in this way before, but you could definitely admit that he was extremely attractive.

Taehyung lifts you out of the pool. Water molds over you as you emerge from the water. He nibbles your ear “Jimin missed out, I feel kinda bad” He paused, “Actually I don’t. You were incredible” Jungkook whines.

“Lucky” He pouts. “I want her too”

You were lost in thought, still confused over the realization that your best friend might like you. You felt upset suddenly, wishing so badly you hadn’t fucked Taehyung, no matter how good it was. You couldn’t imagine how hurt he must have felt. Your friendship was hanging by a thread.

And these two just could not keep their hands off of you. You hated that you liked the attention. They hadn’t looked twice your way before, but Jimin was always there. Jimin always reminded you that you were beautiful no matter what. He supported you to do things for yourself, not because you needed to impress anyone else.

“Is this just because of my body? Is that why you two are acting like this?”

Taehyung gaped at you. You couldn’t tell if he was offended or guilty.

“God you make me sick” You pushed him away from you, getting up and running into the house.

You began to cry. Jimin was right. How could you have been such an idiot? You looked for a place to find privacy, but there were people everywhere. You shuddered at the thought of what you almost just did with Jungkook, shame overtaking you. You just let him touch you like that. You felt pathetic.

You found Jimin’s bedroom empty, shut the door and curled up on his bed, finally able to voice your sobs.

There was a light knock at the door. You froze.

“Y/n? Are you in here?” Your heart dropped at the sound of Jimin’s sweet voice. You couldn’t bear to face him now. You wished the floor would just swallow you whole. The door slowly opened and Jimin peered in. His eyes were full of concern as he located you, entering and closing the door behind him.

His heart wrenched as he saw your tears. He quickly made his way to you, sitting down by your side and wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“What’s wrong? Hey…” He stroked your face affectionately, “Sssh. You’re okay…you’re okay” His kindness just made you cry even harder, burying your face into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Jimin” You cried out, “I ruined everything. I’m such an idiot”

“What are you talking about? What do you have to be sorry for? I…I’m sorry about how I was acting earlier if that’s what made you upset”

You shook your head, “I didn’t know. I’m so stupid. Jimin, I just…I think I asked Taehyung to have sex with me because he was checking me out, and no one…no one just does that with me, so I got excited. And then I got here and…Jungkook and Taehyung kept”

Jimin growled, “What? Did they hurt you? What did they do?”

“No…no. They just…I liked that they were paying attention to me and…so I kept letting them do whatever they wanted. I’m such a whore”

Jimin cupped your face with his hands, leaning his face so that he could look straight into your eyes, trying to smile for you. “It happens baby”

“You were right. Everything you said was completely right…and the worst part is that…” Another sob escaped you. “I didn’t know…you…were interested in me like that”

Jimin let out a laugh, causing you to flinch in surprise. Had you misunderstood?

“You didn’t know I was interested in you? That’s why you’re crying?” He giggled. You pouted at him. He cooed at you affectionately, laying you down on the bed so he could hold you closer. “You’re so cute y/n”

Jimin kissed your lips tenderly. “It’s my fault” He whispered, “I didn’t have the balls to tell you before. I guess I just, was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way so. I know I’m not the best looking amongst our friends” You smacked him at this statement.

He was beautiful. He had always been beautiful to you. Inside and out.

“Jimin” You exhaled, voice trembling, rolling into him and finding his lips once more. “I would do anything for you. If you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask”

Jimin pulled away. The both of you were breathing heavily. He shook his head, “I…I don’t…just want to fuck you” He sat up and brought you into his lap so you could straddle him. He brushed the hairs off your face, eyes gleaming with adoration. “You’re my best friend” You could see the overwhelming emotion overcoming him, “You’re…everything to me” Your heart was racing. You felt absolutely vulnerable in his arms, but at the same time you knew you were completely safe.

You kissed him, his hands slipping behind you to gently clutch your ass, pushing you closer to him. Your hips roll slightly, wanting to feel some sort of friction. You were both moaning helplessly into each other’s mouths, unable to breath. You reached your hand down towards his waistline but he stopped you, shaking his head.

“No…baby…not today”

You whined.

“You literally fucked one of my closest friends this morning y/n. I can’t exactly not think about the fact that his cum might literally be inside of you right now. In fact, I might need a while to get that thought out of me”

This was true. Thinking back to what was now a blur of events, reminders of the ethereal bliss you had felt, as you bounced yourself like a maniac on Taehyung’s big dick, hands clutching his pink hair, moaning at the top of your lungs as he zoomed down the highway, evidently speeding. It was the riskiest, most profane, dirty thing you had ever done. Anyone could see you, and you didn’t care one bit. You chased after your high as if nothing else even mattered. It was the best sex you ever had.

Your face flushed as you recalled how Taehyung had to pull over because he needed to touch you himself, laying you sprawled out on the head of his car, ravishing every inch of you.

“I can’t believe how good you feel” He groaned, “This is even better than in my dreams”

His words returning to you. How he looked like he was in heaven as he came inside your thick walls. The way his eyelids fluttered in bliss. “Oh my god princess, take my fucking cum” He sucked your tit harshly “I’m gonna fuck you up so good. You’re mine”

After he came how he had become so caring and gentle, but somehow till leaving you breathless. How he had kissed you all over your face softly, whispering sweet nothings. Like how beautiful you were, how much he had prayed for this day to come, how happy he was to see you, how bad he had missed you.

Wait.

“Taehyung…oh no” You couldn’t stop your remark as you realized what a big mistake you had made. Taehyung wasn’t messing with you. He was letting you live your wildest fantasies. He was everything you wanted. Someone insanely sexy, who would tease you, drive you crazy, and fuck you so well.

You were beyond confused, as you remained in the lap of someone you could never lose. Maybe Taehyung was just a fleeting moment. Jimin was secure. You knew he’d never hurt you. He’d love you right. He was a good guy. He deserved to get everything he wanted.

The more you thought about it, the more unsure you were. Someone was playing with you but you didn’t know who. Jimin sensed your unease.

“Baby” He let his nose graze against yours, “Y/n?”

The door swung open, making Jimin tighten his hold on you. Taehyung barged in, looking more serious than you had ever seen him. He paused to see what he had walking in on before shaking his head quickly.

“Look y/n. If you want Jimin that’s your choice and I respect and support that, but you have no right accusing me of being so shallow” He barked. “You act like today was the first time I looked at you like that when you know that’s not true. I always flirted with you. I always complimented you. I always made moves on you but you were so busy hating yourself to see that. I didn’t fucking care how you looked. You were such a great person to be around. I was always attracted to you. I accept a loss when I see one, but I’ll be damned if you walk away thinking so low of me” He was panting. Your eyes were wide with shock.

“I even” He laughed incredulously, “Just last year. I asked you if you wanted to leave Hobi’s party with me, and you just laughed in my face and said as if someone like you would get with someone like me and I said, wanna bet? and you just laughed and left it at that…god can you like not sit in his lap like that right now”

You obeyed, startled by his confession, standing up and backing away from both the boys.

“Okay Taehyung, I think she gets it. But it doesn’t matter anymore”

Taehyung scoffed, ignoring Jimin, “I just need you to know that I wasn’t just waiting around for you to get hot. It’s not that you lost weight and now we’re all looking at you, it’s just that now you actually notice because before you wouldn’t believe that anyone thought you were beautiful. And one more thing” He glares at Jimin “I would never belittle you for exploring your sexuality. We’re all allowed that. Just because we might have done it in high school and you’re doing it now doesn’t make you a whore.”

With that he slammed the door and went off.

next ———>

A/N: FIRST of all. There is so much toxic behavior in this. I want to make a point about how the “good boys” aren’t always the “good” boys. Jimin better step it up hehe. Next chapters are way more smut and a lot less plot ope. Um, again i’m new here so if you want to be tagged or something for updates lmk i guess lol 

[biconicfinn]

Sam/T'Challa Headcanons

just some general headcanons for my faves <3

i dont remember much of the mcu timelines anymore but whatever have this post okay thank you

i'm thinking maybe they get together post-ca:cw, t'challa helps shelter steve, bucky, sam, clint, scott, and wanda in wakanda for a while so they can recover

obvs bucky goes into cryo and then i'm thinking maybe clint takes wanda under his wing and goes on the run, maybe scott joins them too idk i didn't spend too much time thinking about it

so it's just steve, sam, and cryo bucky

steve spends most of his time talking to bucky and moping and being generally Emo but eventually starts going stir-crazy so he turns his usual captain america suit into the nomad one, and heads off to go be a vigilante fugitive

meanwhile sam decides to stay in wakanda; he hasn't had a chance to just be in a long, long time, not since captain america first knocked on his door asking for a safe place. he stays in a small little apartment in the capital city, kinda near the palace so people can still keep an eye on him

over several weeks sam establishes a routine: wake up, go for a run around the neighbourhood (cutting through the public gardens at the palace), come back home and work out, shower, eat breakfast, go out on a patrol with the border tribe around the area, explore the city and practice xhosa along the way, check in with sarah, lunch, check in with steve and bucky, read, sleep, repeat.

he finds a purpose in the help he gives his neighbours, helping the older lady next door with errands at the market, telling the kids stories about what it feels like to fly with your own wings, joining the border tribe on their patrols around the city

occasionally he runs into the generous (and gorgeous) king who gracefully allows him to stay in wakanda in peace while running through the palace gardens

t'challa rises with the sun and often runs in the morning to get at least some form of training in; crucial on days where he's stuck in meetings

sometimes the two run into each other—once literally, and okoye never lets t'challa hear the end of how he was so very flustered by sam wilson taking off his shirt to cool off and the sight of him all hot and sweaty and half-naked made him freeze and run right into said man—and sam has to come to terms with the fact that getting lapped by superhuman attractive men (though he personally prefers t'challa over steve) is just his life now

typically sam opens their conversation with a cat pun that makes t'challa fight back a smile and respond with something so dry and deadpan, couched in the characteristic diplomatic quality he uses it takes sam a minute to reply and react

but when sam does understand, t'challa is met with a charming half-smirk half-smile that makes his heart trip and he relies on all his diplomatic training to remain neutral or at the most amused at sam's comments

the conversations grow slowly, from casual one-liners and sarcastic quips to sam's stories of riley and sarah and his community back in delacroix, and t'challa's anecdotes about growing up in wakanda

soon enough, what starts off as a brief conversation during a part of their respective runs becomes a standing daily routine run together, the two becoming fast friends, admiring one another's loyalty, dedication, honesty, and determination

of course, because sam and t'challa are sam and t'challa, the platonic friendship with a side of appreciative attraction slowly becomes a crush

and it's not just the funny stories and misadventures they share with one another, but the sleepless nights and trauma and grief and healing too

sam couldn't sleep one night and went for a walk in the gardens he ran into an equally sleepless t'challa and so began yet another routine for them; to sit in the gardens at a clearing where the stars were bright and plentiful and visible, so vast that sam felt an ache in his bones to be up there, to be in the skies along the stars, and he realised that if there was anyone he wanted to be up there with him, it was the man sitting next to him in quiet contemplation, shoulders slumped slightly, expression handsomely brooding; the man behind the mantles of king and black panther

t'challa found himself wandering towards the gardens on those nights he couldn't sleep, when the weight of the crown and his legacy and the nation weighed so heavily on him that he felt he would crumble under it, he sought out the clearing in the garden, and more importantly, the man with his soul in the skies, his heart wherever he could help people

some nights were quiet for the most part, a brief check-in with one another before just simply taking comfort in one another's company. others were filled with conversation, those deep talks you only feel safe having in the dead of night, when the only thing awake and alive is nature, when every word is just that much more honest and real

losing parents and partners, the responsibilities of leadership, recovery and healing; just some of the things the two talk about when they can be just them, no titles or nationalities or protocol there to censor them

over morning runs and late-night conversations, sharing music and food and language and culture, and impromptu excursions to the city or beyond they grow close and find that their feelings are getting more and more difficult to ignore, both wanting more than just a friendship

it's not during a morning run or nighttime confession that they admit their feelings, but over a shared lunch together

they're eating a simple picnic lunch near the warrior falls where t'challa will soon undergo the first part of his coronation ritual and offer the people of wakanda to send a representative to fight him in ritual combat for the throne

the view of the falls is spectacular, and sam's wide-eyed face of awe and wonder, bright smile shining with all the warmth of the sun makes t'challa feel like he could take on the entire country in ritual combat and come out the other side victorious if sam continues to smile at him like that and if they had more time then they would probably go for a swim, but they don't so here they are, alone at the falls, the rush of water and the sounds of the river fauna their only company

they're laying on a blanket on the grass, watching the clouds, and sam feels just as at peace on the ground with t'challa next to him then he's ever felt with his wings in the skies

during a discussion about the coronation where t'challa answers the questions sam asks him. the subject turns to his duties as king, and sam asks about whether t'challa is expected to marry a woman in order to produce heirs for the throne. he knows wakanda doesn't discriminate against people for sexuality or gender identity, but the duties of a king are to ensure the legacy of the royal bloodline is preserved isn't it?

t'challa laughs, and says that while the royal bloodline is important, there is no restriction on who the king (or queen) marries, as long as they would be able to connect with the people, serve and help the people of wakanda the way any good ruler should

"so what i'm hearing is all's fair in love and war"

"i guess you could say that"

"so if gender and sexuality don't matter; does nationality?"

"perhaps in the past yes, but i feel wakanda is changing, and that it will not be such a concern moving forward"

"even if the king were to be with, say, a fugitive american ex-pararescue-slash-ex-avenger?"

t'challa turns to face sam, heart caught in his throat as he processes just what sam said, takes in the hopeful and tentative look in his eyes masked by a slightly wavering tone of jest and hunour, as he shifts to mirror him.

the moment stretches out for what feels like an eternity before t'challa can respond

"for you, my falcon, i think we can make an exception"

their lips meet, the two smiling too much for the kiss to be anything other than as sweet and warm as honey and sunshine, and sam wraps his arms around t'challa, bringing the king on top of him, and two exchange soft kisses and softer words until t'challa gets called away, promising to meet later not just for their near-nightly rendezvous, but for dinner in t'challa's private quarters

okay so that's all for now! i kinda hate how this turned out but whatever it's done!! taglist under the cut! if anyone didn't want to be added i'm sorry just let me know and i'll delete!

@sambuckies @thewondrouspickle @tchalcons @like-butterflies-and-glitter @shadowyenthusiaststudentus @vodka-infused-unicorn @cassleia @finger-lickin-fuckboy @twisterss

[laurentspup]

New B*tch aka Sugar Baby Laurent AU

A little long intro ahead, if you just wanna read the fic just click keep reading!! ♥️

Look…. I was going on vacation today and listened to New B*tch by Iggy Azalea and then inspiration struck and here we are now. This will be a longer fic… someday lmao. Basically, Laurent will be Damen’s sugar baby after Jokaste cheated on him with.. well u know who. And Laurent’s the sugar baby who’s just flaunting all of Damen’s riches like the hot man he is and especially to anger Jokaste. Aahh i’m excited to write it but right now here is all I have lol.

While swimming today I had this idea and I just had to write it already and share it or I would go crazy. ((Also I drank piña colada so this is birthed by rum induced me so.. sorry?? lol)) So here you go friends, here is a pool scene of Laurent and Damen on this future fic.

Content Warnings: a little exhibitionism though implicit, nothing happens, but there is paparazzi somewhere and Laurent was like, let’s give them a show??

Sorry for the long intro pls enjoy it under the break!!!

New B*tch

The sparkling water glistened against Laurent’s skin. His pale complexion was even brighter against the clear blue water. He had a big smile on his face, enjoying the peaceful night sky while swimming around the massive pool of Damianos’ villa in Isthima.

Damianos was on the phone outside the pool, answering an urgent business call. Laurent stared at the man who changed his life a few months ago. Damianos was perfect; rich, hot, toned abs, and fucking huge all over. Laurent couldn’t ever forget the first time he saw Damianos naked, he decided then and there that he could never be in bed with any other man again. If Damianos was in the pool right now, there would be less swimming going on.

Damianos suddenly looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and smiled. He made a gesture to Laurent that showed his annoyance about taking the call when he was supposed to be on vacation. It had been a difficult month prior, so his team should have known that he really deserved the rest.

Once Damianos was done, he slammed his phone on the table and cursed. Before facing Laurent, he took a few deep breaths to calm down. Laurent admired that about him, no matter how busy or angry he was, he never took that anger with him when facing Laurent or anyone that didn’t cause it.

After a few minutes, Damianos turned around, less stressed, and walked to where Laurent was floating on the pool. Damianos sat by the poolside, dipping both his legs in the water and stared at Laurent with a gentle smile on his face. It was a smile that Laurent loved as much as everything that Damianos had given him.

Ever eager for Damianos’ touch, Laurent swam to his side and settled himself in between his legs. He put his arms on top of Damianos’ thighs, squeezed those tight muscles, and snaked his hands around his hips. He looked up at Damianos like he was just as beautiful as the stars, but really, he was better.

“Hey daddy.”

Damianos chuckled. He swept back the hair stuck on Laurent’s forehead then cupped his cheek. He leaned down to kiss Laurent, tasting chlorine against those lips.

“Hi baby.”

“Bad call?”

“Just my PR team telling me the paparazzi caught us going to my villa.” Damianos looked around, “This is a secluded area with an ocean view, but somehow, they could see us. Our vacation would be all over Twitter in a few hours.”

“Well, then we better give them a show.”

“What—“

Laurent winked at Damianos before holding his hand that was on his cheek. He kissed the hand then guided it to the back of his head. Damianos had a confused look on his face while Laurent just smirked at him. He widened his legs so that Damianos’ crotch was eye level and slowly leaned forward.

“Laurent.” Damianos said, moving his hand to the side of Laurent’s head to gently stop Laurent from going further.

He looked up with an innocent smile on his face, eyes wide, as if he wasn’t about to do anything crazy in public, definitely getting documented by the paparazzi.

“The angle is a bit suggestive wherever they may be, no?”

“Baby, you don’t have to—“

With the same, innocent stare, Laurent touched Damianos’ erection. “I’m not actually going to. Unless you want it.” He pressed a little. “Daddy.”

Damianos almost choked. Laurent liked the reaction from him so he smoothed his hand over what he was touching. He knew the power he had over Damianos and he never ceased to use it. The way Damianos lost his mind every time Laurent did anything, sexual or not, Laurent relished it. Now, the hand movements Laurent made had Damianos biting his lip, nearly losing it. The paparazzi were definitely having a field day at what they were capturing.

“Let’s make them all angry, Damianos. How dare you enjoy your vacation with your new blonde bitch.”

Laurent took Damianos’ heavy breaths as a sign to lean his head down again, nearly touching Damianos’ clothed member with his lips, but stopping an inch away. Both of Damianos’ hands were at the side of his head now, neither pushing nor pulling. Laurent could practically see the headlines all over Twitter, the memes, and especially the angry texts Jokaste would be sending Damianos the next day. He kissed the growing member and poked his tongue out to tease Damianos. There was suddenly pressure on his hands on Laurent’s head, indicating to stop, so Laurent did and looked up with raised eyebrows.

“God, you will be the death of me.” he heard Damianos mutter before he leaned down to put Laurent’s lips on his.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

[jarofstyles]

Waterfalls

A/N: We had so much fun writing the last one that we decided to do another one 👉🏼👈🏼This is another prompt from @majorharry​​’s 20k fic celebration! (congrats again cass, we lysm) we used prompt 40 “Cover up, please.” a nice little smutty possessive harry moment for you all in contrast to the last one ✨ - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warning: smut, exhibitionism, daddy kink, spit kink

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“Cover up, please.” Harry muttered, clenching his jaw noticing the stares coming over to them. It was to Y/N though. The pool party was a good idea in theory but once he realized people were going to see more of his lover in general, he felt that little (big) possessive head of his rear and he felt feral, a little bit. He didn’t like other people looking. Simply put— she was his. Of course she was her own person. Independent. She didn’t need him, but she chose to be his and that was the best damn thing that has happened for him. Adding in the fact that yes, Y/N was the most beautiful person he had ever experienced, he knew other people could see it too. Most of the time? He loved it. He showed her off to many people. But when she was showing so much skin and people’s minds would wander... he did worry. He didn’t like people imagining what her skin felt like or how it felt to grab his waist or how beautiful her shape really was. Harry took her cover up and scowled, holding it up to her. The roll of her eyes made him whine, pulling her further into his body. “No. Don’t want ‘em staring too much.” His large hands covered her ass, pouting slightly.

“Baby...” Y/N chuckled, looking up at him with her brows raised. She knew he had a tendency to be possessive, but it was something she thought of as no big deal. He was just protective of her, wanted to assert his dominance over anyone who thought about putting the moves on her. But this? She didn’t realize this would cause it to flare up. “We’re at a pool party, what’d you think I was going to wear?” She asked, pushing a few pieces of hair away from his face in an attempt to soothe him. “No one is looking at me.” Y/N pecked his lips a few times, “and if they are, they can clearly see you’re with me, no?” She wiggled her bum a bit in his hands. “Let’s go swim hmm?” She suggested, thinking that if she was in the water then she would be covered up in theory. “It’s way too hot for me to be wearing anything else.”

“Fine. At least in the water they can’t eye you up.” Harry glared at a group of younger guys looking her up with a near snarl on his face. No way in hell. He didn’t know where exactly this type of possessiveness came from. He usually was quite cool and collected, only having his moments sometimes. But today it was ten times as bad. He was truly unsure as to why besides the fact that she looked fucking incredible. He walked with her to the pool and laughed when she decided to jump in without him, Harry following shortly after. This was someone’s fancy house party and they had a sick pool. One with a water fountain and one of those pool bars and shit. But Harry was more focused on getting to a place where he could be with her alone. Before they’d made it to the pool, she had her cover up on and talked to people, Harry’s arm around her shoulder. They’d met up here after a long day of classes and hadn’t seen each other all day.

Y/N pushed her hair back as she came up from underwater, adjusting her bikini top so that nothing was falling out before she swam over to Harry and took his hands. “Come deeper.” She mumbled, pulling him further into the deeper end of the pool where it was less crowded. She’d missed Harry today and though they were at a party, she felt like she could take a few minutes to spend some time with her man. They both worked really hard and whenever they had spare moments they always found ways to make them count. 

Once they were in too deep she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in his hair to get it wet. Harry looked incredible like this, granted he always did. Y/N couldn’t help but think that part of it was because he was looking at her like she was the last meal on earth. She swore he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since they got here.

“Look so good today. Always look phenomenal but... just have a glow.” Harry commented, feeling a sense of serene come over him while she had pet over his hair and got it wet. Harry moves them to a little shelf in the pool wall, perfect for him to sit on while she clung to him. “Been missin’ you all day, bunny. Wanted to kiss you first thing but, everyone else tries to steal your attention away.” He pouted. It was a needy day, which was pretty rare considering his natal chart, but it happened. Especially because he felt so stable with her. Never had he had an easier relationship. She made everything feel at ease. He really did love this girl. “Want to be selfish with you for a little bit. Can I have my kiss hello before someone comes n’ interrupts us?”

“Thank you, angel..” Y/N felt herself grinning wider and wider. She loved when Harry got like this. She loved seeing him get all soft and sweet and needy for her attention. Y/N knew most of the time I was her bugging him for his attention, but this was a welcomed change. “Mhm...“ She hummed, leaning in to press a sweet and gentle kiss to his lips. It wasn’t long before that one gentle kiss turned into a slow and steamy one. Y/N expected it though, continuing to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The slight scratch of his facial hair was something that was new, but she didn’t mind. It just reminded her that Harry was growing into this beautiful man that she loved. She pulled back hesitantly, giggling as he chased after her lips and nuzzled her face in his neck. “Missed you...” Y/N mumbled against his skin, “Didn’t mean for people to steal me away... forgive me?” She licked at the most sensitive spot.

“S’okay. You’re just so desirable. Everyone wants to be around you. Don’t blame ‘em. But you’re mine.” Harry felt even more safe with the cover of the water to hold her ass, keep her close to him. The kisses on his neck had him sigh to himself. She loved to kiss and lick at his neck a lot,  thing between them both, something he loved too. He was incredibly sensitive there and he felt good whenever she decided to treat him to some affection there. “Sometimes I don’t like Sharing you with everyone. They know you’re mine but still look at you like you’re available n’ if I was a bit more aggressive I’d probably call ‘em out on it. But I’d rather sit and get kisses from you than get in a fight.” He sighed, leaning his head a bit to the side. “You have a good day otherwise?”

“Yeah?” Y/N smirked to herself, he’d rather get kisses from her than get in a fight. “You’re such a good boy, hmm.” She teased, nipping at his skin just a little bit. “I am yours, don’t have to worry so much. Know I’m only ever going to want you, yeah?” That much was true. She hadn’t even looked at anyone else the way she looked at him. He was everything she could ever want or need from a man and it seemed that he felt the same about her. They’d been together for a few years and yet they hadn’t really left that honeymoon phase. “My day was alright... same old stuff. ‘S better now though.” She hummed, clearly her mind was somewhere else. There was just something about Harry being so possessive and needy that made her feel desired... wanted... Honestly, that’s all a woman really needed to get turned on.

“Good.” Harry took her in and could read her face. It was obvious, because he knew her. She was aroused. Horny. Whatever you chose to call it, she was wanting touches and biting her lip, looking at him with a little bit of a lost look. It was then he decided to swim them over to the waterfall area, letting themselves get wet as they moved through it. Thankfully it was empty, a small area behind it went deeper and he felt the mischief light up in his eyes. 

“You’re shit at hiding when you’re horny.” He chuckled, pressing her against the wall of the faux cave. “Completely shit. You’ve got the drunk eyes and you keep stroking me.” It was making him smug as hell but he knew she wouldn’t really care. “What’s got you all turned on then?” He ran a hand under the water to grip her waist and tug her closer to him, adjusting their stance. “I’d like to know what’s goin’ on in my girls head.”

“Who said I was trying to hide it?” Y/N said as a matter of factly, looking up at him with those ‘fuck me’ eyes that she knew she was horrible at concealing. Wasn’t that the point though? Wasn’t the point for him to know whenever she needed him? He always took good care of it, she never had to touch herself. He was always there to help. She wished she could just strip them both naked in this pool, wished he would make a mess of her and make her feel breathless for the rest of the party. Y/N wasn’t opposed to doing things in public, they’d done it many times before. It was a different kind of rush. One she couldn’t explain. “Like when you get all protective of me..” Y/N told him, “like when you’re needy for me... makes me want to climb you like a tree.” She couldn’t be any closer to him at this point, that familiar throb appearing between her thighs. “‘s fucking hot.”

“Oh? Didn’t know you were so hard for me when I got possessive over you.” Harry smirked. It probably was because it was rare that he got so openly needy or annoyed at the attention she got because he wanted all of it. “M’glad you think it’s hot.” He found himself at her neck, returning the favor of kissing her neck. “But I can’t leave you all horny n’ not take care of you. What kind of boyfriend would I be?” He cooed. 

“A bad one...” Y/N hummed in response, letting out a happy sigh as he kissed at her neck. “but you’re the best...” She told him, leaning into him as his hands began to move. 

His fingers wandered south, finding the bit of swimsuit covering her cunt, smirking when he could hear her let out a shaky gasp. The water from the waterfall and the music and commotion from outside the party was loud enough that he wasn’t worried as long as they kept it down a decent amount. “Mm. That’s my girl, s’what I want. Do you want to cum?” He questioned, nipping a bit harshly at the joint of her jaw and neck.

“Yes. I want to cum. Please.” She pleaded in a whiny tone. “So bad, please... can I?” Y/N huffed, gripping a little tighter at his hair and feeling another shaky breath escaping her. She wanted relief. She knew he would give it to her, but how? Her free hand rested against his shoulder, that little bit of height difference making her quiver. There was just something about him looking down at her, all wet and hungry for her. His fingers tucked so perfectly between her folds. Even the slightest shift had her wanting to whimper. They were in public though, she needed to be quieter.

“Course you can, baby. M’not gonna let you suffer like this.” Harry murmured, pressing his fingers against her to rub a bit. Get her warmed up. To be honest, public shit got them both off. It did, and it was hot. He had taken her in the car, fingered her in a taxi (making sure to tip well), in many club or pub restrooms, as well as various other places. It was the rush. 

“Gonna let me make you cum in the pool? In front of all these people? Such a naughty little thing.” Harry chuckled under his breath. “Love when you get all dirty for me. Can’t even wait till we get home, jus’ wanna cum all over my fingers.” He rubbed over her clit a bit harder, licking over her jaw.

A squeak of pleasure came from her, her hips jolting forward to get more but he knew just what to do. Slow and steady, perfectly pressured movements against her most clit. It was perfect, but she became ravenous once she had a taste. “Thank you, daddy.” She breathed out, her hips starting to move in sync with his fingers. “Yes!” She squeaked out once again, giggling knowingly when he said he loved when she got all dirty. He had given her the nickname bunny for that reason. Y/N fucked like one. Hard and fast and needy. It was good for the both of them, he liked to tame and she liked to be tamed. “Wanna cum all over your fingers daddy, want to make a mess for you, like a good girl.” Y/N told him, biting down on her lip to hold back a moan. She was looking up at him, keeping eye contact as he moved his fingers and felt his cock begin to harden against her stomach. 

“Daddy...” She whined, brushing her front up against him just enough. Y/N felt overwhelmed with need, his fingers felt so good. She looked up at him and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue just enough. He knew what it meant.

“Oh? My dirty lil’slut.” Harry grinned before he leaned over, spitting into her mouth. They didn’t do it every time, but it was an immediate cock tease when she wanted it. He loved her so much, especially because of how damn compatible they were. “Wanting me to spit into your pretty mouth n’ finger your cunt when all these people are around. Getting all wet because m’needy?” He let out a chuckle. “Course. You’re just my dirty girl. I love it so much.” He gripped her chin, opening her mouth again to see her eager tongue before he spit into her mouth again. She clenched and he could feel how hot it got her, pressing one finger in. A harsh whine came from her mouth, eyes closing, which had his attention. “Shhhh. Do you want them all to hear how much of a slut you are for me?” He asked, a bit condescending— he knew it made her wet— waiting for her to respond.

“No, daddy, I’ll be good.” Y/N whimpered quietly, feeling her cunt pulse at Harry’s words and actions. He always got her this riled up, it was never just a little bit. No, they were very much all or nothing but that made things extremely fun. “Please— don’t stop.” She whimpered out thrusting her hips forward. Y/N loved whenever he spat in her mouth. She felt like it was an unspoken dominance thing and it never failed to have her sopping wet. Of course they were in the water, but there was a clear difference between the water and her slick. Harry’s fingers moved so well, she knew she couldn’t have gotten any more soaked than she was. Another moan threatened to escape her but her own hand flew up to cover her mouth, biting down on the skin in an attempt to muffle the noise. She kept eye contact with Harry, feeling her knees growing weaker with every brush against that sweet sweet spot.

“Mmm.. I don’t know.” Harry cooed lowly. “I think you do get off on it. I think it makes you wet to think about everyone knowin’ how dirty you are.” He grinned, feeling her clench around his fingers again. Oh, yes. She absolutely did. They’d been together long enough for him to know exactly what she liked. “C’mon.” He breathed against her mouth as he fucked his fingers into her. “Admit it. Tell me how much you want them to know how dirty you are.” He was taunting her for sure but she seemed to like it, her soft little whine and whimper against his mouth as her hips bucked into his hand. When she hesitated, Harry let out a tut and shook his head, sliding another finger into her. “M’not asking again, baby. Tell me.” 

Her hand moved from her mouth to grip at his bicep for stability. Y/N whimpered against his lips, feeling the orgasm building within her stomach. Harry was doing it on purpose, he loved the power he held over her, knew that he had her in the palm of his hands all desperate for relief. Y/N was too scared to speak, she knew she couldn’t keep quiet for much longer especially with how perfectly his fingers were moving inside of her. She looked up at him blankly, letting out a pathetic closed mouth whine. 

“Yes, daddy! I do want them to know! I want them to know I’m a dirty slut for you!” She gasped at the feeling of now three fingers inside of her. “Make me feel so good, want everyone to know! Want everyone to know because they can’t have you! You’re mine.” Y/N was damn near tears at this point, bouncing in sync with his movements, begging to cum. “I’m so close daddy, please?”

“That’s my girl.” Harry grinned smugly. Harry loved making her admit those things, loved having her give in to him. A kink, maybe. Whatever that would be. “Cum for me. Let go.” He nipped are her skin, thrusting his fingers harder into her cunt and felt as she finally let go. His hand coming underneath her ass, holding her up as her body trembled and she let out the prettiest whine. There was nothing prettier than watching his girl cum. Nothing. “That’s it baby.” He continued thrusting his fingers in, curling them a bit to make her shudder. Keeping the orgasms going was the best thing ever, feeling her lose it on him.

Y/N felt like she couldn’t see straight, had proper stars in her eyes. Nothing could ever explain the true feeling of bliss that came after a release so sweet. She was panting, out of breath, trembling under his touch. Her eyes slowly closed as she attempted to catch her breath, fully leaning on him for stability. It was silent for a few moments, only the sounds of her heavy breathing, the water falling down, and the sound of the music. Y/N couldn’t have imagined it to have gone any better. She pressed soft kisses to his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling herself relax. 

“That was so good...” She mumbled against his skin, “so fucking good.�� She let out a chuckle and moved her hands up to cup his cheeks, pressing a sweet and loving kiss to his lips.

“Mm. I love you, sweetheart.” Harry murmured, pulling his fingers from her and gently adjusting the bathing suit bottoms so she was covered again. There wouldn’t be much clean up thanks to the water. “Now.. how about we go off and grab some drinks? Yeah? Can sit in my lap while we dry off by the bonfire.” He suggested, brushing a bit of the wet hair from her face away. 

God, did he love her. Who knew having a bit of possessiveness would get them this far?

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A/N: This was very fun to write! we did get some requests to write some filthier stuff so consider this the beginning 😅and again, congrats to cass!! - n + d

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[megthemewlingquim]

anything for kinktober with Loki...

Summer Fires

Summary: You and Loki get frisky at the pool.

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Warnings: public sex, fingering

A/N: Oh, I had a lot of fun writing this one (and picking the prompt!). This is for Kinktober Day 23.

The pool almost glows in the pitch darkness, the lights underneath the water illuminating the water with a neon blue hue.

Almost everyone has left, aside from you, your husband, and a couple other families. A mother supports her toddler in the shallow end, some teenagers dunk each other in the deep end. Some of the middle aged women sit at tables together, gossiping about the latest thing that offended them in the neighborhood.

“The pool will close in ten minutes,” the faux friendly voice on the speakers says. “Please gather up your things and exit the area. Have a great day!”

“You ready to go?” you ask, hauling your beach bag up to your lap and rummaging through it, finding your clothes.

“Not quite yet,” says Loki.

Both of you are laying side by side on the longer beach chairs, in your bathing suits. The air has gotten cooler, and the sky has gotten much darker, but you are not any less comfortable than how you were when you arrived.

Your hair has air dried - you aren’t a fan of what happens when it does, your hair always seems to be frizzy and greasy after a swim. Loki, the lucky one with the ability to shapeshift, dried his hair immediately after getting out of the pool. Either that, or he never got it wet at all, you don’t know for sure.

(You remember when Loki took his shirt and shorts off, leaving himself only in his swim trunks. Of course, you’ve seen your husband shirtless, and naked, multiple times, but this was special - because the sunlight made him look like something ethereal. He glittered, sparkled, in the bright light. He didn’t show it proudly. In fact, he acted like nothing happened at all.

“You some sort of vampire or something?” you had asked. “You’re glittering.”

“You enjoy the view, love?”)

“Why?” you ask. “Is there something you want to do before we leave?”

He smirks. “Why, yes, there is. You look beautiful today, my love, in nothing but your colored swim outfit. I’m trying very hard to restrain myself - to fuck you right here in public.”

You squeak, burying your head in the crook of his shoulder. “Babe, you shouldn’t say stuff like that! Not here!” you hiss, though not in anger.

“Why not?” he chuckles. “It’s fun to watch you squirm and get all flustered. It’s fun to tease you, honey.

“So, as I’ve said, I would absolutely love to fuck you here. But... alas, we are in public... but I suppose we could get away with something else.”

“Wait - huh?”

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” you ask, incredulously. 

His grin expands. “I want to make you come. Here.”

You’re at a loss for words. You stammer, trying to get one word out, but you cannot. You only nod.

His hand slips down, and almost immediately, he feels and rubs at your sex, exploringly.

"You're awfully sensitive with these bottoms on..." he muses, looking at you. You're looking around, frantically, to see if anyone is near you. There isn't.

He pulls your bottoms to the side, exposing a fraction your most intimate parts to God and to the world, and you gasp.

"Don't worry," Loki murmurs, his fingers moving on your clit now, "no one will see. Just... lean into me, honey. Come on..."

You do, curling up closer to him and leaning your head against his shoulder again. You close your eyes, trying to shut out the nervousness that you feel.

"That's it, just let yourself feel good. I'm right here."

Soon, though Loki doesn't do anything different, you're almost to your end, squirming and fidgeting just a little as your body warms rapidly, breathing hard but trying so hard to keep your voice down.

"Don't look around," he says, "because it'll distract you. Close your eyes again...."

You do so, a small whimper escaping you, your body tensing, right on the edge of bliss.

"Don't think about anyone but me here with you... come for me, angel."

As soon as the last words leave him, you come, gripping his arm with white knuckles and shaky hands, teeth gritted and eyes shut in pleasure.

Right as you go limp, he withdraws his fingers from you. "Time to go," he says cheerily.

"Wha... huh?" you ask, your voice slurred.

"I want to see if you can walk home now. Your legs might not be able to support you. So when you stumble along, and people look, they'll wonder what happened... I'm not ashamed to let people know, indirectly, that I give my wife the pleasure she deserves."

"You're despicable," you breathe, laughing a little.

"My dear, that's who you fell in love with, yes?"

[cal-puddies]

Loving on Island Time // Calum Hood

Hello Friends... I almost didn’t post this, @kindahoping4forever​ believes in it enough that it gets to see the light of day.

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Word Count: 9254

Warnings: super self indulgent bf cal, lots of smut. lots of cuteness too.

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You scramble to answer your ringing phone. You’d just finished stuffing the last bit of your things into your backpack. 

“That suitcase better be packed little miss.” Your boyfriend, Calum, warns.

You’d been together for 2 years and after finishing your masters, and Cal finishing an album and tour cycle, neither of you could wait for the vacation you’d planned. 

“It’s packed and ready to go.” You confirm. 

“Great, I’ll be there in 15. We’ll grab dinner and then head back to my place and we’ll be set for morning.” 

“Ok! I’ll see you when you get here, handsome.”

Cal is surprised when he walks in to grab your bag and you are, in fact, packed. “Pretty girl, are you ready for a nice little getaway?” He asks. He is and you can tell, it’s coursing through his veins. He’s practically bouncing and he’s got the biggest smile on his face. “I’m so ready to just have all of your attention.” He wraps his arms around you, kissing on your neck, “seeing you in those short shorts and bikinis, and nothing…” he presses his lips to yours. 

“I’m ready to get all these tattoos on display… get you in some sunshine.” You grin. 

He pulls you into a hug, kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear, “getting you wrapped around me all over that hotel suite is probably the thing I’m most excited for.” 

“Calum.” You giggle. 

“Such a happy sound.” He grins against your cheek as he squeezes you tighter to his body. “Now c’mon pretty lady, need to see you in my T-shirt one more time before you spend this trip half naked or naked.” He pulls away and grabs your hand in one of his and your suitcase in the other. You grab your backpack and he leads you to his car, pausing briefly while you lock the door.

Cal had already ordered dinner so he just had to run in and get it. And he was not kidding about getting you in his T shirt. 

And to be fair, you hadn’t seen each other since he flew in super quick for your graduation and then flew out to make a show. You’d barely spent an hour together, but you treasured it. 

The morning was tough, you missed being snuggled up to him and he’s pushing you out of bed to catch your flight. He catches you with a “hey pretty girl” while brushing your teeth and he snaps a picture and you know he’s gonna be this way for a day or two. 

Your relationship wasn’t entirely public but the more time you spend together, the less he cares. He pulls you close and holds your hands, usually by way of wrapping a few of his fingers around a few of yours. And he kisses the top of your head as you lean against him on the plane. 

You knew Cal went all out on booking the hotel. You have a private villa with its own swimming pool and private beach access. It had 2 bedrooms and a common space with a dining room and living room area, and a balcony. The bathroom has a tub that’s larger than the apartment you’d lived in when you first met Cal. 

“Wow… look at this tub.” You exclaim, taking in the bathroom. 

Cal wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “We’ll spend plenty of time in there together. But why don’t you take a bath and relax, and I’ll wait for our bags.” 

“Babe, I'd prefer…” 

“I won’t hear it.” He cuts you off with a kiss. “Get in there and get relaxing.” He walks out and you get yourself in the tub. 

Afterward, you pull on a robe and wander out into the common area, as you pass through the bedroom you see rose petals on the bed and candles everywhere. You pout and when you walk into the common space, you see Calum holding a glass of champagne in each hand. He hands one to you and pulls you against him. “Cal this is so romantic.” You murmur, looking up at him. 

He smiles down at you and kisses you, “I’d do anything for you, pretty girl, I want you to know that.” 

“This… is extravagant.” You look around before resting your head against his chest. 

“You definitely deserve it, and I want you to have this. We’ve been so busy and we’ve had no time together… I know you’d be happy to stay home, but this way we can’t get distracted by outside things. And I’m so so proud of you, finishing your masters. That wasn’t easy and you sacrificed a lot, including time with me, to get it done. And now I want to dedicate this time to you.” 

You pout up at him, and he kisses your bottom lip. “Thank you, Cal.” 

“You’re welcome pretty girl. I’m not kidding, you deserve it.” He holds you against him while you finish the glass of champagne. And then he grabs the bottle and leads you to the bedroom. “I know you already saw all this…” 

“So romantic of you.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck, standing on your toes to kiss him. 

“This champagne has already gone to your head?” He chuckles, hoisting you up by your thighs. 

“No… the months and months we’ve been apart are going straight to my core with this romantic gesture.” 

“Well…” he collapses on the bed and lays back, “who am i to deny you something you need?” he pulls you down for a kiss. He undoes the robe and pushes his hands up your thighs to your hips, and up your tummy to your breasts. He kneads them, gently pinches your nipples. “You want me to eat you, little miss?” 

“No… not right now, need to be full of you.” 

He slips his hands over your shoulders, pushing the robe down your arms. He pulls you into his chest, rolls you over and sits up on his knees. “I think I wanna little taste.” He murmurs, pushing your thighs apart. He runs his hands up your thighs, his lips slowly following, his breath fans across your core and your body shudders. “It’s just been so long and we both like it so much.” He mentions. He wraps both arms around your thighs. 

You can’t argue with him because you love this so much. And he makes you wait, anticipating his skilled, wet tongue slicking between your folds by leaving wet kisses along both thighs, over your lips, sucking a quick hickey onto each thigh and then gently nibbling and sucking at your lips. “Cal…” you whine. 

“You’re right, it’s been too long for both of us.” He grins as you slip your fingers in his hair and he licks one fat stripe along your slit, splitting your lips and finally making contact with your throbbing clit. “You weren’t kidding. Very wet.” He grins. He hmms and it turns into a hum as he wraps his lips around your clit to suck. He teases a finger tip in and you whine loudly as he decides against it and pulls his finger away. He pulls his lips off your clit and licks at the juices leaking out of your opening, your other hand grabs onto one of his on your thigh and you squeeze it. “Ok baby.” He groans, letting you go and pushing himself back up on his knees. He pulls his shirt over his head and rubs over the bulge in his shorts. “We’re gonna go ahead and get this bed crossed off our list of surfaces.” He smirks. He gets off the bed and gets his shorts and underwear off and watches you shimmy the robe off before grabbing your ankle, to pull you closer to him. 

He stands between your legs and watches you eye his cock, licking your lips before he grabs your chin and directs you to look at him, “how do you want me?” You smirk. 

“How do you want it?” He grins as you bite your lip and think about it and then watches you turn over, propping yourself up on your hands and knees. “My girl.” He groans, giving you a swat on your ass. He slicks his tip through your folds, and then slowly pushes all the way in. 

You sigh, “oh god Cal, I’ve missed this.” You admit. 

“Me too darlin, you feel so good.” He praises, hips pressed against your ass, relishing in the way you feel around him. He starts up a slow rhythm, both of you just breathing a little heavier, he holds your hips. “Ya know,” he pants, “I thought this would be a little more desperate, since it’s been so long… but I just wanna enjoy this with you.” He pulls all the way out and you whine. “I know darlin, can you turn over for me?” He asks. 

You make quick work of turning over and Cal pulls you into his lap, so you’re chest to chest and face to face. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his, as he guides himself in, he grins as your eyes roll back and you pull him closer, rolling your hips on his. “Oh…” you moan, “I need this stud.” 

“We both do.” He moans, pressing his lips against yours. 

Cal ends up with a couple hickies on his collarbone and you have a couple high on your neck before either of you cum. You collapse together in a fit of giggles. “I missed this.” You murmur, twisting his curls in your fingers, as you lay with your head on his chest. Calum hums beneath you, agreeing with your sentiment. “You’re a marked man, handsome.” You gently push on one of his hickies.

Cal pushes the hair off your neck and caresses his thumb over one of yours before gently pressing one between your thighs. “You’re marked too, darlin.” He kisses your forehead. 

“Good. Don’t need any random men hitting on me.” You wrap your arm possessively around Calum and he squeezes you tight against his body. 

“You deal with that a lot?” He wonders aloud. 

“When I go out with friends.” You kind of shrug. “Or if I go to the restaurant I like by your house? I go alone typically and stop by and say hi to Duke and Roy. But I always get hit on.” 

“I hate that.” He murmurs, squeezing you tight to his body. “I know you don’t like it either. Just wish… sometimes… I was around for you more.” 

You push yourself up on your knees next to him. “Don’t Cal. We knew when we got together that we were both sacrificing time with each other for our dreams, and if that meant 3 weeks out of a year with you, I was happy with it.” 

“I hope it’s more than 3 weeks every year.” He rubs his hand on your thigh, trying to make a joke. “No, I know baby. And I love what we have, I just wanna see you more, and leave you alone less.” Cal sits up, “I adore you.” He makes eye contact with you, tucks hair behind your ear and rests his palm on your cheek. 

“I’d like that too.” You nod, biting your lip. 

Cal leans in and kisses your forehead, a slightly wet kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up and go explore before dinner.” 

Dinner and exploring are spent catching up, you split a couple bottles of wine and Cal pulls the two of you through the villa to drop your shoes and head to the beach. 

“Hey,” you mention, as you stand hand in hand letting the warm water wash over your feet, he looks at you, “did I ever tell you how much it meant that you came to my graduation? I know that day was so demanding on you.” 

“Don’t downplay what that day was because I was mildly inconvenienced. I wouldn’t have been anywhere else. I’m glad you asked.” He admits, “it showed me that it was something you were proud of and valued and I should value it for you too.” He pulls you against him and kisses the side of your head, “besides,” he whispers, “koropiko.” 

You look up at him curiously. Cal sometimes spoke his mother’s language to you, and you could recognize the cadence and that he was saying something, but it was still a work in progress, especially when he introduced new words. 

He grins, “it means ‘adore’, I dunno, it pops in my head when I think of you.” 

“Calum.” You smile at him. “That’s so sweet, handsome.” 

He pulls you into him for a hug, “oh, you’re cold, why didn’t you say something?” He murmurs into the top of your head. 

“Don’t feel it so much when I’m around you.” You shrug in his arms. 

“C’mon, lets go inside.” He runs his hands over your ass and gives it a little squeeze before pulling you off your feet by your thighs. He collapses on the couch with you straddling him. “Would you mind, darlin, if I finished what I started earlier?” He asks, pushing the skirt of your dress up around your hips. 

“I think you did finish what you started.” 

“Mmm mmm. You may have cum, but it wasn’t by my tongue.” He whispers against your lips. 

You grin, pushing yourself up off his lap, Cal pulls your panties down and let’s one hand skim up your thigh to your ass, he grips it, and his other hand holds your thigh as he gets comfortable. He scoots down and rests his head on the back of the couch, “up?” You ask.

“Yeah baby, C’mere.” He helps you situate over his face and pulls you down how he wants you, locking one arm around your thigh, and reaching up to pull the top of the dress down. As he licks a stripe over your clit, he starts to palm over your breasts. He doesn’t waste any time either, immediately licking his tongue up inside you. You squirm and he chuckles, “see if I’d really been done then you wouldn’t be squirming like this.” He murmurs, flicking his tongue over your clit before sucking on it. 

“I’d still squirm.” You whine. 

“It’s a different squirm.” He smacks your ass. “Now, be my good girl and cum on my tongue.” 

“Oh god… stud, please.” You moan, gripping into his bicep and hair, rolling your hips. 

He’s murmuring something into you, while working hard to make you cum with just his tongue, one of his favorite ways to make you cum. 

“Calum, Calum, Calum.” You chant, digging your nails in and pulling his hair. 

He licks you through your orgasm and then pulls you down into his lap. His face is shiny and wet from your juices. He holds your face and pulls you in for a kiss. “The sweetest thing,” he murmurs. “I love the sounds you make.” 

You giggle, “I love making them for you.” You pull away and pull at the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head, and Cal takes his shirt off. He grins as you sink to your knees between his legs and he helps you pull his pants down. 

“You don’t have to, you know?” He mentions. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” You smirk, licking the tip, getting the taste of precum and then sitting up to kiss him, he easily meets you halfway. You plant sloppy wet kisses on his cock, using your hand to spread it. “Do you know how many nights I’d get home from a long day of class and work, and I’d just wanna see you, and be naked with you. And I’d call and by the time you answered, I’d remember you weren’t home.” 

“Is that when I get the voice memos and pictures?” 

“Mmhmm… and video calls for when I was wishing I could be doing this.” You murmur before wrapping your lips around his tip. 

He hums and sweeps your hair up and off of your face, loosely holding it up for you. “This is why we’re so good together.” He cups your chin and caresses your cheek with his thumb. You look up at him with innocent eyes. “We love to please each other.” He groans, “pretty giiirrlll.” His hand tightens in your hair, “I need you darlin.” He moans, gently pulling your head off of him. 

“Cal…?” You slurp the bit of spit still connected to his cock, and he wipes what’s dripped down your chin. 

“I think I mentioned I’m having you on every surface in this place. And we don’t have time to waste… there’s a lot of space.” He smirks. Cal makes his way to the floor and pulls you into a kiss. 

“You want me over this couch?” You smirk. 

“I do, I very much do.” He grins. He can’t keep his hands off of you as you grab a pillow and kneel on, you put your hands on the couch but are waiting to press your chest against it. Calum situates himself behind you and he’s so slick when he pushes in. 

You let out a breathy laugh, Cal grips your hips and presses his lips to your shoulder, “holy shit, darlin.”

You turn your head for a kiss, but Cal is a little coy about it, brushes his nose against yours, ghosts his lips over yours, but never just kisses you like you want. He kisses your neck and you tangle your fingers in his curls, he brings a hand up to give attention to your breasts. 

You lean forward and Cal pulls his hand back, he gives you a little space and you start to control the pace, fucking yourself onto him. Cal loves this, loves the show, loves your ass, and loves the noises you make while pleasing yourself on him. He lets his fingers trail gently down your back before finally reaching around to rub your clit, only because he wasn’t going to last much longer and he needed you to cum too. 

Cal leans forward and bites your earlobe “c’mon darling.” He murmurs.

“I’m cumming, stud.” You moan out loudly, feeling him pushed all the way in and he’s against you. And then you feel his cum releasing into you, and you let out little moans as you move your hips against him, milking his cock. He pulls out super slow and admires his cum leaking out of you, 

“You know I love this view.” He murmurs, carefully tracing his finger over your cum covered pussy. He scoops you in his arms and pulls you into his lap as he collapses back to the couch. He gently palms your breasts and squeezes your nipples, “these sensitive little friends are gonna be the center of attention in the morning.” 

You trace your finger around his and grin, “... and these will be mine.” 

He bits his lip and pulls you into a kiss. “Let’s go get cleaned up and we’ll get a bottle of wine and we can sit outside and catch up?” 

“I’m kinda tired, Cal, and we have brunch at 10 tomorrow morning.” 

“I know, I know, I just don’t want this day to end. Ever.” He admits. 

Your heart kinda melts and you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I don’t want it to end either.” You admit. He rubs your back for a few minutes and then you both get up and take a quick shower. 

You pull on the hoodie Cal brought for you, he pulls on basketball shorts and you both go to sit outside with the wine. You curl up in his lap because he wants you close. You finish the bottle of wine and stay up way longer than you should, just being together. The conversation was minimal but the cuddles and kisses were plenty. 

After the day of travel and the multiple orgasms, you both needed it. 

You fall asleep outside and are only woken when the sun starts to rise. Cal sleepily hoists you up and takes you to bed; both of you shedding the one piece of clothing you're wearing while he closes the curtains.

Calum pulls you into him once he’s in bed next to you and you swing your leg over his hip putting you on top of him. He presses his lips to yours. Your eyes don’t even open. “Cal.” You murmur against his lips. “Handsome…” 

He situates himself, tip just at your entrance, letting you decide if you want him that way. He's not surprised at all when you wiggle your hips to take him all the way in and then drop your legs to the side. 

You both slowly roll your hips against one another, building very slow orgasms, but it seemed to be noted that it wasn’t about that, it was just about being close. And to further solidify that, you both fall asleep before either of you finish. 

Cal is the first one up for the day, and he wants to get up, but he doesn’t want to move you. He thinks you look peaceful and you’re sitting still for once. He sweeps your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, watching as you slowly start to wake up. “Hi.” You murmur, turning your head toward him. 

“Hey darlin.” He grins. “Sleep well?” 

“It’s nice to wake up with you.” You nod, yawning and stretching. 

“Yeah, it’s nice to wake up in you.” He smirks. 

You gently hit his chest, and then push yourself up. You slowly roll your hips a couple times, “you’re right, this is nice.” 

“You gonna get yourself off on me, then?” 

“Do you mind? I’m kinda into it now.” You wink with a smirk. 

“My pretty baby wants to use me to get off? I don’t mind at all.” He rubs his hands up your thighs and settles them on your hips for a moment. “I think I promised you more attention for these nipples today.” He murmurs, sitting himself up against the headboard. He immediately starts mouthing them. 

“Oh fuck.” You moan, you put your hands on his chest so you can grope him and pinch his nipples as well. 

If either of you thought this was gonna be slow, that thought is quickly gone as you get yourself bouncing on his cock, “that’s it darlin.” He encourages in a loud moan. 

Cal cums first and loudly, and he only takes a beat before lifting you off of his cock in favor of pushing his fingers in to work you. He cradles you to his chest as he quickly works his fingers in and out of you. Your flick your tongue over his nipples, sucking them occasionally, his grunts make you hotter, and aid in getting you off faster. 

“Calum…” you whine, arching your back. 

He tightens his arm around your waist and slows his fingers down, switching to a caress inside of you, watching you squirm as he coos, “so good darlin, I can feel it, you’re right there.” 

You let out a strangled whine, and grip into his chest as you cum, Cal pulls his fingers out but continues to rub his palm against your clit, keeping you from fully coming down for a while. “I missed this.” You admit, looking up for his lips. 

“Me too,” he murmurs. “The one time you truly need me. Otherwise you are just fine to be independent.” 

“I think you like it that way too.” You arch your back again. 

“Of course I do.” He chuckles, drawing his hand away. 

You finally look at the clock. “Cal.” You chuckle. “It’s fuckin noon.” 

“We were up late.” He reasons. 

“Breakfast ended at 10:30.” You pout. 

“I won’t let you starve little one, don’t worry, let’s get showered and we’ll find some food before hitting the beach.” He promises. 

The next few days go much the same way: time spent touching and being together, being outside, or trying to find food, because you inevitably miss all of the planned times the restaurants are open until dinner. 

“I gotta keep you inside today.” Cal murmurs after slow, wake up, cuddle sex. 

“Why?” You pout. 

“Your skin is so pink. I’m worried about you.” 

“What if we skip the beach? But we can still do the pool. It’s in the shade.” 

“I’m ok with that plan.” He chuckles. “C’mon, lets get some pool time in before lunch.” He gets out of bed and puts on his swim shorts and he helps you tie the back of your bikini top. You grab the pool towels and head out to the private pool. 

You spend the majority of the time wrapped around Cal and he’s perfectly happy with that. You whine about missing breakfast again, and how you wanted to partake in bottomless mimosas, he promises to make more of an effort to get up in the coming days, and keep his hands off so it’s possible, though you aren’t sure you want to sacrifice. 

After a couple hours Cal prompts you about your grumbling stomach and the two of you head inside to shower and get ready for lunch.

There’s nothing spectacular about it but he looks so happy when he’s looking at you from across the table, eyes red from the chlorine exposure and late nights, pink cheeks from all the laughing, his black curls falling perfectly on his head, and he's got the softest look on his face. 

You slowly head back to your room and Cal’s got his hands all over you. “Wanna nap?” He chuckles as you guys walk in.

“I could go for a nap if we’re planning another late night.” You admit. 

“All of our nights here are gonna be late, little one. I feel like it’s when you get the best of me.” He admits.

“It’s definitely the least guarded me.” You agree. 

“And that’s who I want.” He nods. It seems like he’s gonna say something else but his phone rings and you’re both confused by it for a minute, neither having heard your phones so much as vibrate in the days you’d been here. He picks it up and looks it over, “it’s Ash. He’s called a couple times.” 

You grab yours and look at him, “he called me too. Better answer.” 

“Hey, you’re on speaker.” Cal says, putting the phone on the table. 

“Hey. I’m sorry to bother you, I know this is your time away with your girl, but Kay Kay and i broke up and I think it’s for good this time and I really need someone to talk to.” 

You smile at Cal, “I’ll just… go for a short walk.” You shrug. 

“20 minutes Ash, that’s it.” Cal gives him a firm number, and watches as you walk out the door. 

As you wander around the resort, you notice all the Plumeria growing in the bright colors, it makes you think of Cal, and you decide to pick some to take back with you. 

You unlock the door back into the room and Cal is sitting on the couch, Ash rambling over speaker phone, he’s just nodding along and adding a couple little affirmations he’s still listening. He makes eye contact with you and then picks up his phone. 

“Ash, your 20 is up.” He cuts his friend off. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, ok. You two stay out of trouble.” He laughs. 

“Can’t get in trouble if we never leave the room.” You laugh. 

“Fair point.” He laughs loudly, “have fun and be safe. Take care of our boy.” Ash says before the phone beeps and the line goes quiet. 

“Whatcha got there?” Calum asks, looking at the flowers. 

“Oh! I dunno they made me think of you. I wanted you to see them.” You say, handing over the handful. 

Cal stares at the flowers in his hand for a moment and then looks at you, he pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight against him. “So sweet, darlin.”

You grin up at him and he kisses your nose, “well, we’ve had sex on the table, the coffee table, outside by the pool, the shower, counter in the bathroom, this chair, the couch, our bed… I think we gotta hit up the guest room.” You admit, winking at him. 

“I'm so glad you’re on board.” He smirks, he gently sets the flowers down and pulls you off your feet. 

You expect Cal to set you on the dresser or side table and have his way with you, but he carefully lays you back on the bed and undresses you slowly, letting his lips trail your entire body. He pulls away and leaves the room, you naked and spread on the bed, but he comes back with a cup in hand. He leans in for a kiss and then takes a drink from the glass, but the second he presses his lips to your stomach, you know he’s got ice in his mouth. You squeal when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples. 

“Seems like you could use a cool down after that walk.” He murmurs, switching to the other side. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair, and Calum kisses between your breasts and down over your belly to your core. You squeal again before he even makes contact, and you squirm. He gets another piece of ice in his mouth before kissing on each of your thighs. 

He pulls away and sheds his clothes. “You look like you’ve cooled down.” He murmurs, getting situated between your thighs. He grabs your thigh and rests it against his chest, leaning in for a kiss as he pushes in. 

This is different than it had been every time before, and you can feel it in Cal’s motions. He’s keeping you close, and keeping eye contact with you as much as possible. And though he’s done this before, he’s pouring emotion into every look. You grip your nails into his back as you're about to cum, and he nods at you, pressing your lips together. He cums just a bit after you and pulls out, letting himself rest against your body, head on your chest. You start gently scratching his scalp as the two of you say nothing. But you both feel content with that. 

Cal’s quiet the rest of the day. He’s doodling in his notebook and you’re tucked under his arm reading a book you’d bought at the airport, just enjoying being together. Every so often he’ll lean over to kiss your neck. 

You opt for dinner on the patio, Cal is very content in your bubble right now and he’s not wanting to introduce an outside presence to it. But that’s fine for you. 

You both change into the minimal clothing and you crawl back in his lap on the patio. “Hey little one.” He murmurs. 

“Handsome.” You snuggle against his chest and take a deep breath. Cal wraps his arms around you and plants kisses to the top of your head. You take another deep breath, “I love you, sweet boy.” You murmur. You feel his heart rate pick up in his chest. 

“I love you, little one.” He murmurs into the top of your head and you give him a squeeze. 

“You were right to keep me out of the sun today.” You mention, closing your eyes, nuzzling into his neck. “Skins a little tender.” 

He laughs in his chest, “I figured, that’s why we did the ice earlier.” 

“No, you just wanted to see how I’d react.” You chuckle, “and that’s ok. I liked it, stud.” 

“Oh pretty girl.” He hums. 

“I’m so happy right now.” You look up at him for a kiss. He’s slightly shocked when you reach between the two of you to pull his cock out so you can slide yourself on it.

“Me too.” He hums. 

Calum wakes you up early, kissing gently on your neck. “My love.” He murmurs. 

You realize you're in bed with no recollection of how you got there. “Hey bubba.” 

“You fell asleep kinda early last night.” 

“Sorry.” You pout. 

“For what? For needing some extra sleep after I’ve spent the last week having you over every surface of this room? Nothing worth apologizing for.” He chuckles. “But I love you.” He pushes the hair off your face, “and I wanna have you before I get you to brunch on time at least once this trip.” 

You can feel your face soften at the admission, “I love you.” You grin, gripping into him. 

Cal pulls you under him, and easily slips himself into you. This session is very similar to the one before dinner. He keeps you close, capturing all your moans and whines in a kiss. 

You love all the ways Cal has you, easily, but nothing is quite like when he’s above you. His necklaces dangling down against your chest, feeling his body work, watching the muscles in his arms tense and release with the rhythm, and it always makes you feel impossibly close to him. 

“Calum.. Calum… Calum…” the chant is light and breathy and he’s feeling the way you’re squeezing him. 

“I’ve gotcha my love. You can let go.” He presses his lips to yours and feels as you cum, and soon after fills you with his cum. Cal pulls out and immediately rolls you over so you’re on top of him. The two of you lay quietly for a while, Calum rubbing your back. You eventually get up and get showered, the two of you finally making your brunch reservation. 

“I’ve been kinda thinking about something.” Cal mentions, you look at him curiously, “I wanna do something to commemorate this trip. So many big things. And you brought me flowers yesterday. My heart swelled…” he pulls his notebook out and shows you what he had been drawing the day before. “I want to get tattoos. Like I’ll get one and you get one? If you're comfortable with that. I’d like them to be similar, but again, depends on how you feel about it.” He shrugs, watching you close. 

“I like that idea… what if… what did you say to me the other day? Koropiko? What if I write it for yours and you write it for mine? You’re always gonna be a part of me Cal.” 

“That’s exactly how I feel.” He grins. “I want you to take time to think about this, ok? I want to make sure it’s something you want. We have a few more days here.” 

“Bubba… I’d love to do this with you. I don’t need to think about it.” 

After brunch, Cal sets to work on finding a tattoo shop, he consults the concierge, and a couple other people who work at the resort, And by dinner, you have an appointment with the best artist around for the next day. 

“Where are you getting yours?” He asks, carefully tearing the page from his notebook before you head out. 

“I’m not entirely sure yet,” you admit, “maybe here?” You point to the spot just before where your elbow bends. “Where are you getting yours?” 

“Here.” He points to the spot between his Mali Koa tattoo and the alive tattoo on his wrist. “So I can see it.” He shrugs. 

“That’s why I wanted mine here.” You smile. Cal leans down for a kiss, and then grabs your hand as the two of you walk out of the room. 

“You wanna go first?” He asks, while the artist transfers his drawing to the transfer paper, after getting you both to do your writing of “Koropiko.” 

“Kinda… I’m a little nervous.” You admit. 

“You already have one.” He smiles, “I’ll be there the whole time, you can hold my hand.” He promises, pulling you in and kissing your forehead. 

“I know. I wish I had more like you, but I’m a scaredy cat.” You murmur. 

The artist interrupts your moment, “colors? We can do a few different ones, if you guys wanna come look and we can decide and get started.” 

Cal very quickly picks a light pink with a dark pink toward the center of the flower, like the ones you brought for him, and you decide on the white and yellow ones, that you’d seen across the island as well. 

The tattoos are done quick, you’re both done within a couple hours, and then you head back. 

“Hey, wanna put on that dress for me tonight?” He asks, referring to the black dress he’d asked you to bring for a more dressed up night out. 

“Sure handsome.” You agree. 

“Feels like it’s the right night for it.” He shrugs. 

“I mean, let’s be real Cal, you could keep me naked in bed and this would be my favorite vacation ever.” You smirk. 

He grins and you both collapse on the couch together, you under his arm. You turn over your arm and look at the tattoo under the cellophane. And Cal moves his arm next to yours. “You’ve got my handwriting tattooed on you.” He murmurs. 

“And your drawing… you’ve got my handwriting.” You press your lips to his collarbone. 

“Happy to.” He nods grinning at you. He presses a gentle kiss on to your neck, leaving a trail up to your ear. He gently sucks on the lobe. “I want you.” He whispers. “Watching you get my design and my writing inked on your skin…” he lets out a little moan. 

“Calum.” You giggle, turning your face to him, letting him lock your lips together. 

“C’mon, we can shower, it’s about time to rinse these anyway, and we can have some fun in the shower.” 

“So you can’t wait for tonight?” You double check with a smirk. 

“No ma’am I cannot. Gonna need you now.” He confirms, scooping you in his arms to whisk you away to the shower. He carefully removes the cellophane from your arm and then his, and pulls you into the shower. “We’re gonna have to use the tub together tomorrow.” Cal starts the water and very diligently and gently helps you wash your tattoo, followed by his own before pulling you into him. “I love you.” He murmurs, holding you tight, pressing his lips over your face and neck. 

“Cal.” You moan, and he pulls you off your feet and presses you against the wall. He teases, fingers at your entrance and against your clit, and then moves to the tip of his cock. He switches to teasing kisses too, barely swiping his tongue across your lip and not allowing you to deepen the kiss. You whine against this mouth, and he finally pushes in, letting you know he hears you. He buries himself deep and just teasingly rolls his hips, not giving you enough friction to do anything with. “You really gonna tease me this much Hood?” 

“Just a gentle reminder of who always takes care of you.” He murmurs. 

“How could I ever forget?” You moan. “Please stud.” 

He starts to move his hips more and you grip hard into his skin. Cal gives you a full blown kiss and bites your lip as he pulls away. “You’re beautiful.” He caresses his thumb across your cheek. 

You cling tighter to him and he rocks his hips deeper into you, finally bringing you both to orgasm. 

You watch Cal get dressed, putting on his nice pants and the button down he brought, slipping the belt through the belt loops. He eyes you as he does it, “You gonna behave?” He asks, knowing that belt drives you wild. 

“I find it interesting you brought that belt.” 

“I wasn’t exactly expecting us to be as… love drunk?... as we’ve been.” He admits. “Thought we’d get some other use out of it.” He smirks. 

“Mmkay.” You raise your eyebrows and think about all the things that have happened with that belt. 

Cal can tell you’re slightly distracted as you sit next to each other in the booth at dinner. “Thought you were gonna behave?” He whispers as your hand slides up his thigh. 

“I’m not jerking you off under the table… so I’d call that behaving.” You joke. 

“I don’t think I’d be opposed. Remember when I made you cum at dinner when you came to visit? With ash sitting right across from us?” 

“Fuckin hot.” You groan. “Did you ever figure out if he knew?” You chuckle. 

“Oh he definitely knew. He didn’t want to embarrass you though, little miss.” He kisses your cheek. “Please keep behaving. We can play with the belt back in the room. You’re ass has not been sore at all.” He whispers. 

“I was hoping you’d want to use it in other ways.” You smirk.

“I’m open love, just be good for me.” He gives you his serious eyes. 

“Cal, I understand. No shenanigans at dinner.” You laugh. “I’ll be a good girl.” You sit back against the seat. 

“My good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, squeezing your knee. 

“You have to be good too…” you pout, “I did learn to fashion that belt into restraints.” You remind him. 

“And I’ve been waiting for you to use it on me ever since.” He chuckles, not really sure if you’re serious. 

You can’t get back to the room fast enough and the first thing that’s done is the belt is pulled through the loops and tossed to the bed, the only thing they two of you were gonna need besides the lube already next to the bed. 

Cal loves it as he watches you take charge, immediately watching you grab for the belt first once you’re down to your lingerie. “This comes with a price.” He reminds you. 

“And as you’ve already pointed out, my ass hasn’t been sore like that this trip.” You shrug. You push him to the bed and he holds his hand above his head, wrists together, he grins as you straddle him, leaning over and very obviously putting your tits in his face. He uses his teeth to move the fabric so he can get his mouth around your nipple while you work. He knows you’re taking your time and pretending to fuss with the belt so that you can keep him doing that. He switches over to the other nipple. “Baby boy,” you coo, pressing your breasts more onto his face before abruptly sitting up.

You get off of him, working his underwear down his legs, he spreads his legs and you sit on your knees between them. You gently run your hand over his balls and hard cock where it rests against his stomach. You leave his pink headed cock alone for a moment while you reach to take the bra off, leaving you in your panties. “I like you like this. I can play with your cock how I want,” you lean up to kiss him, “no guidance from you.” 

“No physical guidance… still got a mouth, little miss.” He tsks. 

“And I’ve still got panties I can stuff in there.” You wink, straddling his hips and slipping his hard cock into your panties, rubbing yourself against him. 

“You’re so wet for me.” He grins. 

“That seems right.” You grin, pushing yourself up, hands on his chest. You slowly roll your hips, letting his hard cock slip between your pussy lips, rubbing against your clit. “Holy hell stud.” You grin, “should I just make us cum like this?” You ponder out loud.

“I hate that I can’t touch you.” He groans, pulling at his restraints. 

“I know handsome.” You slow your hips to a painful pace and then slide him out. You push up off him and pull your panties down, leaning in to kiss him. “Can’t wait to suck your cock.” You whisper, sucking his ear lobe. You pull away, “open up.” You ball up your panties. 

“You sure you wanna do that? I know you love to hear me moan.” He smirks, but then opens his mouth. 

“I can handle the muffled moans for a bit.” You push the fabric into his mouth, “that ok?” You double check. He nods, “great!” You press your lips to his and start to kiss down his neck, over his chest tattoos. You take the time to flatten your tongue against each of his nipples, you enjoy his back arching off the bed and his muffled moan as you suck them. “Baby boy,” you coo, leaving open mouth kisses down over his stomach, finally letting your lips meet his red tip, just beginning to leak. You lavish your tongue over his sensitive cock, taking him in your mouth.

When you finally take him in your throat, you realize instantly how much you miss hearing him, it’s one of your favorite parts about being with Cal, you slick up his cock with extra spit and pull off, wrapping your hand around his cock and kissing back up his chest, bringing your mouth back to his nipples. You can hear the muffled moans better, being so close to him, but as you flick your tongue over his right nipple and twist your hand around his cock, you want more, you gently wrap your free hand around his throat, and continue working your other wrist, “so hot like this baby boy… but you’re right, I miss the moans, at least this way I can feel them.” You grin. Cal’s enjoying it, he loves this and you can definitely tell by the look on his face. But you also know he’s gonna turn this on you as soon as he gets the chance. 

“Try and let me know before you cum baby boy?” You ask, speeding your hand up. It’s only a couple minutes and he starts pulling at his hands, and whining more than moaning, “oh, is it time?” You give a teasing smirk, and a quick squeeze at his neck before moving to take him back in your mouth. Cal’s hips thrust into your mouth, spilling his hot cum as he goes. You swallow most of it and pull off, pressing your body against his, laying on top of him as you pull the fabric from his mouth. 

He comes in agressively for a kiss, forcefully licking into your mouth, hunting down the traces of his cum, and the small bit left under your tongue for him. “Ready to switch this up?” He grins. 

“What’s tonight’s specialty?” You ask, pushing yourself up to undo his hands. 

“Well… you muffled me… i want you to scream, so you aren’t cumming till you’re loud enough.” He explains, waiting for his hands to be free. Once they are, he grabs for the belt and scoops you against him, kissing you slowly, “gonna be hard for you. I know you’re already worked up and once I use this belt on your ass?” He murmurs against your lips, swallowing your moan. 

It takes nothing for Cal to flip you over his lap, you haven’t often explored these sides of each other but you’re definitely interested in doing more. 

He smooths his hand down your back, and over your ass, gently pinching it. Cal teases the leather over your ass, and then lets you have a soft spank with it. It still stings and you grip into the bed spread. “You’re so hot when you’re in charge.” He praises, letting the belt meet your ass again, “but, you’re amazing like this too.” 

Cal gives you ten, not doing them any harder than needed for a little sting and to turn your ass red. You’re already moaning when he finishes that, turning you over, you look up at him as he gently runs his fingers between your breasts and down to your core, feeling how wet you are. He takes note of your hard nipples. He tweaks them, while his fingertips on his other hand gently, lightly, tease your clit.

“Cal.” You whine, “c’mon stud, touch me.”  

“Oh I am, little miss.” He teases. “Don’t you feel this?” He rubs your clit slightly harder, and pulls his fingers away, instead rubbing his soaked digits over your nipples. “Ever since you first jumped me when I was wearing this belt, I’ve always wondered what your obsession was?” He reaches for the leather, careful to not touch the cool buckle with his hand. He lightly drags it across your skin, and over your nipples, watching your body shudder. “Is it this buckle?” He changes his grip on the belt, folding it half, “the soft leather?” He trails it across your thighs, and gently slaps it across your pussy. 

He watches your body writhe across his lap, and grins, letting the belt fall against your skin again. “Pretty baby.” He grins, “gonna be loud for me?” He checks, resituating the two of you, you on your back and spread open for him, him on his stomach. He playfully nips at your thighs, his tongue gently licks over your lips. 

You know he’s playing the long game. This whole thing is gonna be torturous, slow. He gently licks your core, splitting your lips slightly to find your clit, soaked, swollen, throbbing already. He rolls his tongue over the flesh before pulling it between his lips, starting the lightest sucking sensation you think you’ve ever felt. 

You suck in a sharp breath, “fuuck baby boy.” You moan. 

“You’re gonna have to be louder than that little miss.” He murmurs into your folds. 

He keeps up the slow pace, working just one finger in, and then two. You let out a long sigh and tangle your fingers in his curls and something seems to snap in him. He withdraws his fingers and pushes them into your mouth. He waits for you to clean them and then pulls you back against his mouth, angling your hips slightly up as he starts to loudly lick and suck your most sensitive parts. He tilts your hips up, moving his body so he can easily push his tongue in, flicking it against your opening, feeling you shake against him. He pulls away, knowing you're close, “what did I say?” He asks, smacking your clit with the flat of his hand, you jolt, and try to pull away, but he holds you tighter, delivering another smack with the flat of his hand, you whimper hard. “you’re gonna have to be a hell of a lot louder than that love, I can barely hear you.” He taunts delivering another, you make sure the following whimper is much louder in volume, but he still delivers another smack, dissatisfied with what he hears. “C’mon little miss, I know you can be louder.” 

Your hips buck, he grips them harder and lightly rubs his fingertip over your clit. “Please Cal!” You whine. 

“Little miss,” he’s almost stern as he lets his tongue lick around your opening, “begging isn’t going to help you here. I know you wanna cum, I can feel it. Need you to be loud for me.” He reminds you. 

“Calum, fuck.” You whine louder, “stud… please.” You cry out. 

“There we go… keep that up baby and I’ll let you cum.” He promises, going back to noisily eating your pussy. His face is covered in your juices, you can feel his cheeks against your thigh. His tongue dips back inside as his nose rubs against your clit, his free hand touching your body any and everywhere he can. 

Your loud moans are broken up with softer whines, fingers pulling hard on his hair. “Calum.” You moan out, louder than before, he palms over your breast, cupping it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger and your hips buck as you chant his name, cumming on his tongue. He licks you through, grinning as he watches you writhe against his mouth and pull desperately at the bed spread. 

“So proud of you little miss,” he murmurs, slowly licking over sensitive spots. He gently sets your hips back on the bed, kissing up your body to pull you close giving you an intense open mouth kiss. “How do you feel?” He murmurs against your lips. 

You bury your face against his chest, “we need to explore these sides of us more often.” You murmur. You feel him chuckle. 

“Yeah I don’t know if I’d ever get enough of you like that… in either situation.” 

“I could say the same for you.” You look up at him and he kisses your nose. 

You lay together, kissing softly until it turns needy and you throw your leg over his hip and and it turns into slow sex, rolling your hips together, moaning into kisses. 

“Caaaal,” you drawl, digging your fingers into his skin, he pulls you closer, bodies melding together. 

“That’s it Darlin.” He murmurs, encouraging you further. It’s probably only minutes but it feels like and entire lifetime together when you both finally cum, you first and cal just a few moments behind. You both lay quietly, him still buried in you, lightly dragging his fingertips up and down your back, as if he knows that more than that could be too much for you. “Wanna take a bath with me?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” You murmur. He knows you're exhausted, he can feel it in the way you rest on him. And he admires for a second that even if you don’t get to spend as much time together as either of you would like, he still knows you and your body so well. He presses several kisses to the top of your head and across your cheeks when you look up at him. “What’s that for?” You giggle. 

“Felt like you needed some affection. And I am happy to give it.” He wraps his arms tight around you and drags you both from the bed. He sets you on the counter as he readies the bath, a quick reminder that you can’t submerge the tattoos, and you sink beneath the water between his thighs, taking a deep breath, letting out a sigh. “You alright?” He whispers, arm wrapping around your waist. 

“Mmm.” You nod, twining your fingers with his, “just really sad this is coming to an end, Cal. We’ve never had time like this, and it’s been such a, like… dream?” 

“I hear you. But, I have time off, and I’m so excited for what your plan is. And I’m happy to support you.” 

“You know launching this is gonna be such a big ordeal, and I’ll have very little time.” 

“Darlin, I’m aware. But I can’t wait to be a doting boyfriend for a bit and really get to experience this with you. You’ve worked so hard and built yourself to this point. I’m so fuckin proud of you.” He pulls you tight against him and kisses on your cheek and neck for emphasis. “What do you think about champagne tonight? Maybe a little snack too?” 

“I feel very positively about both of those things tonight.” You chuckle, turning to kiss him. 

“Good.” He murmurs against your lips. It quickly turns into a make out session that Cal has to stop from going much further. “Let’s go relax.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. 

So you take up your spot on his lap out by the pool, a bottle of champagne that you’re both taking pulls off, and some chocolate and fruit. 

“This couldn’t be more perfect, my love.” He murmurs.

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