#inspired by my entire day at the beach yesterday woohoooooooo!!!

[nkhrchuwuya]

sunblock

bungou stray dogs | G | 699 words nakahara chuuya x reader/oc

you and chuuya are on a weekend getaway trip, and you can’t reach your back to put the damn sunscreen on.

"can you help put sunblock on my back, chuuya? I can't reach it."

you ask, innocently waving a bottle of sunblock at his face. the two of you had rented out a little hut by the beachside, where you'd enjoyed a delicious lunch together and are now enjoying the afternoon sun and breeze in the shade.

"going for a dip, babe?" he asks, taking the bottle from you as you walk towards the reclining chair. he shakes it to listen for its contents; still half full. he'd used it to cover himself up earlier, too. you shake your head.

"not really, just gonna lie in the sun a little. maybe get a nice tan."

"you're already pretty tanned from our stay here, yanno?" he says, raising an eyebrow. he uncaps the bottle and squirts a good amount on his hand.

you put your tongue out. "well, i wanna enjoy the sun a little bit more, is that so bad?"

somehow, chuuya's managed to persuade his boss out of letting him take friday and monday off, leaving you two a beautiful four-day weekend out by the beachside. he'd booked the absolute most beautiful resort- of course- with the best amenities known to man. the private (section of the) beach was one of those.

chuuya's hands on your shoulders are heavy but comforting, and you feel the cool of the sunblock against the sea breeze spreading throughout your back. you don't hold back the little groan that comes out of you as he massages the lotion into place, all while keeping a very heavy, massage-like touch over your back.

"damn, and a private masseuse too?" you tease, and chuuya only laughs and gives your (tender, achy) shoulders a good, welcome squeeze. you let out another sound of approval.

"maybe instead of being out at the beach you should be in the spa," he offhandedly mentions, putting another blob of sunscreen onto his hand. this time for your exposed lower back. "you're so tense everywhere."

"but i wanna enjoy the beach," you frown, as his hands trace the dip of your spine and gently go over your sensitive sides. "i can go there at night."

"we can go together, i don't mind one go," chuuya says, now letting his fingers press tantalizingly along the line of your spine. something in your back feels like it's clicking into place, being pressed back to where it belongs, and you sigh at his touch.

chuuya claps his hands once he's done and you flip over in the reclining chair, grinning. "if ever you quit the port mafia, you've got a second career going in that."

"putting sunblock on people?"

"being a tease of a masseuse," you laugh, pinching his nose. chuuya frowns until you let go, but it bears no weight.

it is only then that chuuya finally gets a clear look on you, your two piece swimsuit's deep color stark against the tone of your skin in a beautiful contrast. your hair tied up in a messy bun on top of your head, sunglasses resting just above your forehead. the necklace he gave you once and you never took off still hanging on your neck. your skin glowing ever so lightly from the thin sheen of sunscreen.

suddenly, he's left with a desire to pounce.

he jumps over you, tumbling you back into lying position on the recliner, towering over you with his hands by your sides. a flash of surprise comes over your eyes before it becomes recognition. behind him, the sun is a beautiful golden glow, reflecting off of the red strands framing his face.

you waggle your eyebrows. "see something you like?"

"want my dessert," he grins, and you grin back.

"have a taste then."

the kiss he leaves on your neck is wet and sloppy and so full of sunblock that chuuya has to lift himself back up and make a face of disgust. you'd expected the reaction and you laugh as he wipes his mouth with his hand.

"silly chuuya," you grin, taking his hand and tugging him into the waiting water. "come on, let's rinse it off?"

chuuya doesn't half mind licking saltwater off your flesh later on.