#pretty sure it's in bikini bottom

[l13]

vacation!BRUCE WAYNE can’t stop fucking you<3

cw: NSFW 18+ MDNI !! f!reader, vaginal sex, raw sex, fingering (like for a sec tbh), creampie

wc: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a drabble btw)

After a long day at the beach, you’re all sun-woozy- your body exhausted from the heat, limbs following your brain’s commands a liiittle too slowly. You’re sprawled out on the bed, the sound of the AC blowing almost lulling you to sleep.

You hear the shower turn off and make a mental note to yourself that you'll have to get up soon to shower next, once Bruce finishes up. See, he called dibs on the first shower, so you chose to lie on a clean towel on the bed, a hand over your eyes to block the late afternoon sun.

The bathroom door creaks open. You raise your arm slightly, blinking slowly up at Bruce “S'my turn?” you mumble, half asleep, and Bruce actually grins at you. He runs a hand through his wet hair, droplets falling everywhere, and you soak the sight up.

This man needed a vacation so badly. You were pretty sure you’ve never seen Bruce Wayne smiling so much in your life. And all it took was a little time off. Well, and fucking your brains out every change he got, apparently.

Still, it's safe to say that he was enjoying the getaway, and your heart clenches at how happy and relaxed he looks.

“Your turn.” he nods in reply, walking over to his suitcase with only a towel hanging over his waist, and you’re not tired enough so as not to peak at his ass when he walks by.

He glances back just in time to catch you staring, and chuckles under his breath when he turns to grab a pair of briefs from his bag, “Will I have to carry you there?”

You clear your throat and look away, slightly sheepish about being caught, and groan, stretching your arms above your head, “I’ll manage.. I think.”

You swear you only close your eyes for a second, but when you feel the bed dip next to you, and open them again, Bruce is already beside you wearing briefs and a white sleeveless shirt.

He smiles softly “Sorry, baby. Let me take this towel away, and you can sleep on the bed.” he says gently, tugging at the edge of the towel beneath you. You grab his forearm, shaking your head “No, no. I’ll go.” you murmur, eyelashes still feeling quite heavy. You felt as if you could still feel the heat of the sun wrapped around you like a blanket.

Bruce reaches for your jaw, his thumb rubbing up and down your cheek softly, and he leans in to kiss you, almost as if he can’t help himself.

You hum into the kiss, your fingers automatically running through his hair as you lick across his bottom lip, making him groan lowly. You smirk when you pull away, and he licks his lips, leaning down again to kiss against the side of your mouth, “You’re salty.”

You gasp out a laugh, and push him away half-heartedly as you go to stand up, “Alright, you just convinced me to get a move on.”

“Now, wait a minute.” he chuckles, catching you by the waist and pulling you back down “I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” he rubs his nose against yours and presses another kiss on your lips, making you sigh out “Bruce..”

He hums and slides his tongue against yours, pulling back with a lewd pop, “I can’t help myself around you, you know that?” he rasps against your neck, licking across your skin, and you tremble, your legs crossing over his waist in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Good. I can’t either.” you confess softly, your fingers still running through his black locks.

He groans, pressing another slow kiss on your lips, hand untying your bikini from your neck and pulling the cups down to reveal your pretty tits.

He pulls back to gaze down at your chest, and you expect his eyes to darken, but Bruce looks at your chest and barks out a laugh.

You still, jaw dropping “Excuse you-”

“I’m sorry baby, there’s some seaweed on you. Here let me-” 

You look down, and sure enough, your tits are covered in sand, with small pieces of seaweed clinging to your skin. You bury your face in your hands and groan. “Oh my God. How does it get everywhere?” you hear Bruce laugh as you feel him slowly peel the pieces of seaweed off you before flicking them off to the side.

You peek between your fingers to look at him. He’s smiling, eyes crinkling at the sides in the way you love, but he’s still fully concentrated on the task at hand. Biting back a lovesick smile, you wiggle your hips a bit, “And my bottoms are still on. Wanna bet on what else I'm going to find down there once I get in the shower?”

“Probably my cum dripping down your thighs.” Bruce deadpans, and your eyes widen.

He had such a way with words.

“Don’t look at me like that. You said it like I’m going to let you go anywhere before fucking you at least once.”

“Bruce!” you laugh, “I’m all salty and gross. I have sand everywhere and apparently- I’m growing a fucking kelp forest on my tits so-” you dust your chest with your hands, palms feeling prickly from the sand on your skin, and it flies around you, falling on clean sheets. You blink up at Bruce, half expecting him to be mad about the mess, but he’s too entranced by the soft bounce of your tits to care.

He licks his lips and shrugs, “Already told you,” he bends down to press his mouth over your nipple, and you gasp, arching your back and digging your nails in his arms. “Salty’s good.” he mumbles, giving you a wink before diving on to your other nipple.

You gasp, pulling at his hair softly, but you still find enough snark in you to mess with him some more, “So is that your final answer?”

He looks up at you, quirking an eyebrow in question, nipple still in his mouth.

“The bet.”

Bruce rolls his eyes, yet his lips tug up, “It is. Actually, I'm already sure that I'll win it.”

You scoff, smiling down at him, “Oh, really. How sure?”

Bruce pulls away from your chest with a lewd pop, and his eyes trace over your features, noting the glazed look in your eyes, the way you bite your lip right then, just from him looking at you.

He tongues at his cheek and grins, “Pretty sure.”

With that, he resumes pressing kisses all over your chest, moving down to your belly, “You’re so fucking beautiful, even with sand all over you. I’ve been dying to fuck you ever since we stepped foot outside this hotel room this morning, you know that? With that flimsy little swimsuit, how could I not?”

“Fuck.” you whimper, your eyes rolling back when he thumbs at your clit over your bikini bottoms, “Is that why you were scowling at me at the beach? Did you want to fuck me then too, baby?”

He groans, nodding along, “So much.” he plants a slow kiss on your lips before pulling back and sitting back on his heels. His eyes were half-lidded, as he stared at the outline of your pussy over your bikini. He kept teasing your clit with his thumb, rubbing up and down, then suddenly pressing in on it just a liittle too hard before rubbing again. It had you circling your hips back against him.

“Fucking look at you.”

Bruce lays a soft slap on the side of your thigh, and you moan softly, “Jus’ put it in baby, c’mon. Need it so bad.”

Bruce hums, pulling his briefs down and rubbing his palm over the head of his cock, before sliding it down to the base to hold it. He shimmies just a tad closer to you and presses the head against your pussy over your bikini.

You whine, feeling him press against you, and he hisses, pushing the head deeper and seeing the material dip only slightly, refusing him entry.

“Don’t tease.” you mumble,

He chuckles lowly, pushing his cock just a tad higher, nudging at your clit, and you whine “Bruuce,”

“Could play with this pussy forever, baby.” he murmurs and bites his lip, eyebrows furrowing as he grabs your bottoms and pulls them to the side. He groans low in his throat when he sees that you're dripping for him. “God- damn. You’re-”

“Soaked? ‘S cause I was thinking about you too. Wanted to see if you’d snap, drag me further down the beach just to fuck me right there, where anyone could see.” 

Bruce’s eyes flash and his gaze snaps up to yours, jaw popping. He snarls, grabbing your jaw, his thumb and pointer finger digging into your cheeks as he leans closer, “Maybe I should just fill this smart fucking mouth instead of fucking you, huh? Bet you’d still get off on that.” he grits out, and you whimper, rolling your hips so that the head of his cock now bumps against your bare pussy.

“No, no, please. Need you in my pussy.” your voice is tantalizing, borderline sinful, and his eyes flutter, a shiver running down his back, “No one sees you like this, except for me.” he says against the side of your mouth, and you pant, nodding multiple times.

He snakes his hand down your body, rubbing two fingers over your pussy lips, before slowly pushing them inside your cunt. “Yess..” you hiss, throwing your head back, and Bruce leans down to press various kisses along the shape of your throat. The thumb that was rubbing against your cheek, now tugs at your bottom lip softly.

He pushes his fingers in your cunt two, three times, before curling them and biting softly at the skin just above your collarbone, “Say it.”

You whimper, “No one. No one, only you-!”

Bruce pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock in you without warning. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as he fills you completely, his hand letting go of your jaw just to hold your throat, not tight though, never too tight.

He moans, feeling your warm, tight little pussy hug his cock immediately. His hips push forward even though he’s already filled you to the brim, and you whine, “Too much-”

“You can take it.” He huffs, pulling back just for a second to take his shirt off, before latching on you again, hands around your throat and tits, “You always do,” he mutters, before starting his unrelenting pace.

He wasn’t fast this time, no. He went slow, and hard, making sure you felt every fucking inch, every vein of his cock inside your pussy,  every time you felt like he’d bottomed out, he’d push just a liiittle more, his balls slapping against your ass, and you’d moan brokenly, your nails digging into his shoulders and making him hiss with every thrust.

Your hands clutch at the sheets on your sides when he leans back, using the string of your bikini top still around your middle as an anchor, holding it tightly in his fist, hips rolling against yours repeatedly. He stares at you hungrily, mouth open and panting as his eyes roam up and down your body.

He was so fucking good to you, but you needed more, you needed it harder, so you slap a hand against his ass, your nails digging in his skin as you pull him closer against you, pushing your hips back to meet his own.

His dark chuckle turns into a filthy moan, his head dropping back at the feel of your pussy tightening up around him, “Greedy fucking cunt. Look how she’s sucking me in honey, can barely pull out.” You lean up against your elbows, wanting to watch how your pussy takes him in, how it chases him when he pulls out.

You nod, entranced by the way your pussy stretches around his thick cock, “It’s cause you’re so good to me.” you mumble, “So fucking good, Bruce.”

You look up at him just in time to watch his Adam’s apple bob, and he looks down at you as well, half-lidded eyes dancing across your own. “Yeah?” he moans lowly, and it’s borderline pornographic.

And just when you thought you could cum just like this, just from seeing him so disheveled because of you, he drops his hand flat on your lower belly, thumb dropping on your clit to rub over it, and you tense immediately, hand dropping to claw at his forearm “Bruce-”

He snarls out your name, “Fucking cum for me.” his eyes drink in the way your hips jump, body twisting as you heave, and yet you still roll your hips against him, still push back when he pulls out.

Bruce picks up the pace, chasing after your orgasm like a man starved, and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss against your mouth. You thought you were kissing him back, but you were just panting and moaning against him while he soaked every sound up.

He pinches your clit suddenly, timing a hard thrust perfectly, and he stays there, pushing impossibly closer to you yet again. Your body goes taut immediately, and then the shaking begins. Your thighs tremble around his waist, your vision goes white, ears start to ring, and you can just about hear Bruce moaning and spitting out praises above you.

Pretty fucking girl. So fucking hot for me, shit. Cum for me, you can do it, I know you can. Thaaat’s it, that’s fucking it. Soaking my cock so well, baby. 

<3

“-etheart, you with me?”

Your eyelashes flutter, as you blink, letting out a satisfied whimper. You feel Bruce's hand pat your cheek softly, and you open your eyes to find him staring down at you, sweat dripping down his temple. He smiles, a dimple showing “Hey.”

You smile too, can't really help yourself, “Mm. You almost fucked me to death.” you mumble out, and he lets out a strained chuckle. “Wouldn't want that.”

It doesn't take you long to realize that he's still inside of you, still hard as a rock.

You mewl, instantly clumping down on him, and he grits his teeth, “Baby. You don't have to, you're tired-”

With a newfound strength, you prop yourself against the palm of your hands, and push Bruce back so that you're the one above him, straddling his thick thighs, his cock still snug inside you.

His hands immediately find purchase on your hips, and he squeezes your flesh in his hands appreciatively.

“I want it, I want you.” you mumble against his temple, after licking the sweat dripping down, and you can feel Bruce shiver under you, muttering a small “Fuck.”

Bruce doesn’t swear often, his patience keeping him from losing his cool, and seeing him lose it with you, gave you an extreme sense of satisfaction.

You wrap your hands around his neck, your tits getting squished against his pecs, when you tug him closer, and Bruce rubs his nose against yours, closing the gap between you.

You hum against his mouth, slowly starting to lift and lower your hips on his cock, and Bruce’s hands run up and down your back, later coming down to squeeze your ass to help guide you against him.

“You look so beautiful.” he pants against you, and one hand comes up to grab at your neck from behind, bracing you as he steals another kiss from your lips, this one deeper, more sensual. “As do you.” You whisper against spit-covered lips, your fingers threading through his hair. 

The rolling of your hips turns more aggressive, and after a while you’re practically bouncing on his cock, both you and Bruce moaning in harmony, both of you looking at where you’re joined, your cunt practically milking his cock, and the lewd squelching sound of you coming down on his cock spurs you on.

“Sweetheart go harder-”  Bruce trails off, his eyes rolling back when you reach down to cup his balls in your palm, squeezing softly.

“Like this? You ask breathlessly, your own eyes almost closing, but you force yourself to keep them open, to watch him fall apart beneath you, because of you.

“Yesss..” he grits through his teeth, pushing his hips upwards to meet your relentless pace eagerly. He grabs at your ass to lift you even higher, and now has to practically chase your pussy each time he thrusts up, but at least he successfully managed to shove his face against your tits. 

His groans and grunts, all while trailing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest.

The moment Bruce buries his head against your neck and lets out a whimper low in his throat, you know that he’s just about to go over the edge.

You can't keep control of your voice now either, moaning every time the head of his cock nudges deeper and deeper inside you “Cum for me, baby, please. Want it inside, dripping out of me like you promised.”

 “Will you do that for me, Bruce?”

He pants harshly, his breath hot against your collarbone as he grabs your hip and pushes you down, keeping your leg up with a hand on the back of your thigh, pushing it against your chest. He braces his right leg up and resumes the pace you’d set with bruising thrusts against your pretty cunt. “Anything. Fu- fuck. I’ll do anything you want.”

You almost sob, as this angle allows him to reach deeper inside you, and Bruce notices, “You’re gonna cum again.” he declares breathlessly, and you shake your head, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks “I can’t, I can’tttt-”

“You can.” he grits out, “Pussy’s pulsing around me like crazy, baby. You will.”

“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Fuck- sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum. Gonna cum for you, gonna give you everything.”

“Yes, yes fffucking cum inside me, need it so bad, I need it sooo badd.” you’re a blabbering mess, your voice cracking every time Bruce thrusts back inside you, and he’s no better. 

He’s groaning, his eyebrows pinched together and his hand clutching your waist like his life depends on it, and he only lets you go to rub tight circles on your swollen little clit, watching you writhe and twitch against him once more. 

You scream, throwing your head back over the edge of the bed, and Bruce follows right behind, thrusting two-three more times before pushing his hips taut against you and staying there, all while letting out the hottest moans you’ve ever heard in your life as he cums inside of you “Take it, take every single drop.” he mutters, his eyes dropping to watch your cunt take everything he’s got, his finger still drawing lazy circles on your clit, making you whine.

“S too much-”

There’s a white ring decorating the base of his cock when Bruce pulls out slowly, and it makes his jaw tick, makes him want to bend you over and give you more of him.

You mewl when you feel him slip out, and mumble something that Bruce can’t make out. 

When you open your eyes after what feels like hours, Bruce is looking at you with pure adoration in his face, a sheepish pussy-drunk grin to match his gaze, and you make a mental note right then and there to force him to go on vacations more often.

(also yeah, he won that 'bet')

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[kissbabie]

hear me out on this but sex on the beach with sae 🫣😳like you look so cute and sexy in that bikini and he couldn't help himself.

when sae sees you in the skimpiest baby pink bikini — your tits spilling from the top and the bottoms riding up just right, he feels his cock twitch in his shorts. it’s almost cruel; the way you’re so pretty, your soft skin shining from the sun, your thighs glistening as you stretched on a towel, completely unaware of how badly you’ve messed with his self control. his mind goes hazy with images of you bent over, your perfect little ass bouncing back on him, whining as he pounds into you so deep you forget everything else.

luckily for him, you’re both alone at a private beach, a rented place, with no one around for miles. so he doesn’t even hesitate. he’s on you before you can process it, bending you over on one of the lawn chairs, shoving your bottoms to the side, and lining himself up with your already soaked pussy.

"sssaeee! not so d-deeeep!", you cry, your pussy fluttering around his cock as he already began slamming you back onto him continuously. he moves one hand to fondle with your tits, pushing them out from your top, twisting at your nipples with a groan, "yeah, be good and let me fuck you just like this."

you knew you were lucky sae brought you to a private beach, because with the way he was fucking you — pounding your pussy dumb in the open — had you feeling like the neediest little slut. any passerby could’ve seen you bent over like this, moaning into the cushions completely cockdrunk. and honestly, you weren’t even sure you’d care. not when your orgasm was so close, not when you were so desperate for him to finish inside your sore, aching pussy and fill you to the brim.

and sae was secretly loving it just as much as you were. the way you clenched around him and the feeling of your pussy sucking him in was so addictive. he couldn’t get enough of how tight you got when you were about to cum, your whole body tensing before you finally snapped, sobbing out a messy cry as your release coated his cock, milking him greedily. and by now, he could tell you were getting close, especially when you squealed, “f-fuck, ’m close, gonna cum! haaah, aahnnn, mmn! uhhn, sae, saaaeeee!"

his hand moved down to your clit, fingers rubbing fast circles before pinching and tugging at it. your body jerked, and then the knot in your stomach finally broke, pleasure crashing through you in a hot wave that left you limp, feeling as if your vision went black for a second.

sae gave your ass a light slap before hoisting your body up, pressing your back to his chest as he kisses your neck. "we're not done yet. you can hold on a little more, right?"

and with his cock still hard, you knew you didn’t have a choice. but, you weren’t complaining. with your bikini pulled to the side, fucked dumb with his cock stuffing your little hole full, you were pretty content just like this.

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[rawjutsu]

pairing: gojo satoru x chubby!fem reader

thinking about chubby!reader in a skimpy bikini that satoru picked out for her <33 she’s all shy and tugging the bottoms out of her ass but it’s no use

you’d wanted to wear a modest one-piece. something safe, something that wouldn’t cling to the softness of your belly or wedge between your cheeks the second you sat down. and satoru would’ve been more than fine with that—if that’s what you actually wanted.

but he saw the way your eyes lingered on the pretty two-pieces displayed on the mannequins, the way your lips pressed into a pout, fingers twitching like you almost reached for one. how your whole face fell with a quiet little sigh when you walked past them and headed for the plain section instead.

he didn’t say anything then. just slipped one of the skimpiest bikinis off a mannequin, paid for it while you were distracted, and tucked it in the beach bag without a word.

you only find out about his little scheme the next day—right as you're changing. you’re reaching for the swimsuit you packed when satoru stops you, grinning like he’s up to no good, and hands you the tiny thing he picked out.

a triangle top and a bottom that’s mostly string. minimal fabric. barely legal.

you blink down at it. “absolutely not.”

“you’ll look so hot, babe, trust me,” he says, already kissing away your protests and grabbing your ass like it’s his full-time job.

and now here you are. standing in the hot sand, cheeks burning, ass practically on full display, the fat of your tits spilling out of the top and your nipples barely staying covered. the waistband of the bikini bottom hugs your tummy, sinking into your softest spots.

and satoru?

he’s drooling. literally.

“shit,” he mutters, shifting on his towel and readjusting his trunks to hide the tent he’s pitching. “maybe you shouldn’t have worn that. i’m gonna fucking die.”

later, when you’re both lying under the umbrella and you ask him to rub sunscreen on your back, he hums sweetly like the perfect boyfriend—until his hand slides under your bikini top and grabs a handful of tit.

“satoru!” you hiss, glancing around.

“what?” he says innocently. “gotta make sure your front’s protected too.”

you swat at his hand, cheeks puffed up in embarrassment, but he just smirks and leans in close, lips brushing your ear.

“you keep squirming like that and i’m gonna take you back to the car and fuck you with the windows down,” he whispers, voice low and thick with heat. “let everyone get a good look at how pretty you look when you cry on my cock.”

your breath catches. your thighs clench.

“’toru,” you whisper, scandalized.

he grins, all white teeth and devil’s charm. “just saying… this bikini’s gonna look real good hanging from the rearview mirror.”

suffice to say you keep the bikini.

[snail-day]

You know that trend where you convince your S.O. that a ribbon is your new bikini top?

You thought it’d be funny, walking into the living room of the hotel suite in nothing but a silky pink bow tied across your chest. You had plans to head to the beach, hang out by the resort pool, soak up the sun. But now, well, the air feels a little warmer and it's not from the Caribbean.

Satoru’s halfway through a popsicle when he sees you.

It slips from his fingers. Hits the floor with a dull splat. His jaw goes slack, eyes locked dead center on your chest. There might be a little drool at the corner of his lips. Gawking would be one word for it. Worship might be another.

“Is that…” he starts, voice thin, then trails off completely. His snowy lashes flutter, as they flick back and forth between your face and the ribbon straining across your chest. “Is that the whole thing?”

You nod, biting your lip to keep from giggling, pressing your thighs together as you lean against the door frame.

He picks up the matching ribbon you left on the table, still convinced it was from some fancy item you bought earlier when the three of you were shopping around town. He turns it over, lets it flow between his fingers as he tries to process whatever the hell is going on. You have to be pranking him, right? But his sweet girl wouldn't do that. “Okay, so… this part goes around the - wait. No. This can’t even fit - ”

“Toruuu,” you coo sweetly, “it’s just a bikini.”

He whips his head toward you, lips parted, fluster written across every inch of his too-pretty face. “That’s not a bikini. That’s a felony. And not for public nudity - for homicide. Are you trying to send me to jail, baby?” He goes back to playing with the ribbon, staring at it, muttering under his breath, What the fuck.

It’s honestly hurting his brain. “I mean - sunshine, my love - obviously I know how it works. Duh. I just want to make sure you know how it works. For the safety of… others.”

You’re still grinning when Suguru rounds the corner, towel draped over his shoulders, drying his damp hair. His dark strands are loose, curling slightly where they brush his jaw. His half-lidded violet eyes flick toward you and then down. To the bow. To the skin below it. To the other pink ribbon pinched between Satoru’s fingers.

There’s a quirk at the corner of his mouth.

“…What is this, baby?” he asks slowly, indulging in your little prank.

“She said it’s her new bikini,” Satoru mutters, lifting the ribbon higher, waving it a little.

Suguru walks over, slow and predatory, dragging his hand along his jaw as his eyes rake you head to toe. His stare lingers on your chest. Then your hips. Then the barely-there ribbon bottoms in Satoru’s grasp.

“Oh, she’s fucking with us,” he says, flat and unimpressed. “What happened to the bikini I bought you? The one that matched ours.”

“Mmm. Left it at home,” you say, all faux innocence and no real regret.

Suguru doesn’t even blink. He takes the ribbon from Satoru without asking. His fingers graze yours before wrapping the rippob around your waist. He attempts at any form of bikini bottom, twice, expression blank, except for the subtle twitch of his brow.

“This wouldn’t cover anything,” he murmurs, voice barely above a hum. “Is this what you want? To get stared at? Or were you just trying to get a rise out of us?”

He lifts his eyes, gaze sharpening like a blade.

“You think it’s funny?” he asks, and this time there’s something dangerous in his voice, something just beneath the surface. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Not even close. He steps in, close enough for his cologne to sink into your lungs - dark and spiced, all heat and warning.

Satoru fidgets beside him, playing with the ends of the ribbon top “Like, seriously baby, just - explain how this is supposed to stay on. Because I’m not trying to sound mean, but… wind exists. Movement exists. You breathe wrong and you're gonna be trending on Twitter.”

Suguru tilts his head, like he’s trying to figure out what kind of punishment fits the crime. “Maybe she wants to be seen,” he murmurs. “Hm? Want someone to film our pretty girl?”

You swallow. Suddenly the joke doesn’t feel quite so in control anymore.

“…Maybe we should just, y’know, test it out at home first,” Satoru says, voice light, but his fingers are already tugging at the bow on your chest. The knot loosens in one pull. Your breath hitches as the fabric falls, baring you completely to the cool breeze of the hotel room.

Suguru doesn’t move for a moment. Just watches. Watches the way your shoulders twitch, the way your thighs shift together. Then his mouth curls into a sharp, knowing smirk as he steps forward, crowding you back toward the bed.

“Got the attention you wanted, baby?” he coos, dark lashes low over gleaming eyes while Satoru turns to quietly lock the door. “Good. Because we’re going to be cooped up in here for a while… just to make sure you don’t get any more silly ideas.”

[nottsangel]

love island!theo desperately craved some privacy with you, which was nearly impossible with the cameras rolling at all times. that’s why he decided to drag you out of the villa in the middle of the night for some alone time in the pool.

“so… why couldn’t you just fuck me in the bed?” you giggle, your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs secured around his waist as he holds you up against the pool’s edge. his fingers eagerly tug at your bikini strings underwater, and you can tell he’s growing impatient, his hard erection firmly pressed against your throbbing cunt.

“because there’s no night vision in these cameras here.” he explains in a low tone, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as subtly nods at the cameras pointed right at you. curiously, you glance around, suddenly hyper-aware of them, but you trust him—and quickly forget about the cameras as desire fully consumes you.

you feel his hand creeping towards your dripping core, fingers tantalisingly teasing you over the fabric of your bikini bottoms, drawing a soft, needy whimper from your parted lips as your brows furrow. his other hand possessively squeezes your ass, enjoying how you respond to his touch as he gazes down at you with an amused, cocky expression on his face, knowing exactly how to turn you into putty in his arms.

“don’t want anyone seeing you when i fuck you— not even the other islanders.” he adds, his thumb now gently rubbing circles on your swollen clit, the ache between your legs only growing stronger. the hunger and desire are evident in theo’s stunning blue eyes, illuminated by the moonlight as they linger on your lips, his head slightly tilted.

“possessive much, huh?” you tease, eyeing him with that seductive gaze he can’t ever resist. this side of him—raw, possessive, dominant—turns you on more than you’d like to admit, your breathing becoming rapid and uneven and your hips eagerly grinding against him, earning a low, needy groan from him.

“mhm, ‘course i am. don’t want anyone hearing those pretty moans.” he growls against your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as his hand dips inside your bikini bottoms, a soft moan escaping you. his digits tease your soaked entrance, your cunt fluttering around emptiness as your arousal builds with each second, desperate to feel him deep inside you.

“and that face you make when you cum?” he whispers right into your ear, his hot breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. “that’s for me and me only.” your manicured nails press into the skin of his shoulders in desperation and yearning, your body silently pleading for more— signaling that you need him. now.

“theo… please—”

“so needy, hm? i got you, baby. i’ll fuck you so good, you won’t even think about coupling up with another man after i’m done with you. you’re my girl and i’ll make sure to keep it that way.”

ੈ♡˳

[luvyeni]

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──────── after you brought a new bikini for your trip jisung urges you that if it hurts so much … take it off.

( 対 ) park jisung + fem. reader wc. 0.5k genre · contains! public sex , pool sex , unprotected sex mature content. / back to library

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i was so shocked seeing this .. i was like jisung park? jisung park who barely shows skin😭

huffing as you made your way to the heated pool, jisung was already swimming around , the sun shining on his bare back. “what’s wrong?”

you sat down on the edge of the pool; the boy swimming up to you, resting his arms on your thighs. “i bought the wrong sized bathing suit, this one is like three sizes too small.” you sighed , tugging at the bikini top. “my boobs are falling out.”

he looked at the top; with a smirk on his face. “i’m surely not complaining.” you scoffed , he chuckled softly. “ji , i’m serious, it's uncomfortable.” you whined annoyed , the boy wrapped his arms around your waist. “then take it off if it’s uncomfortable.” he said , the water dripping from his hair onto your legs. “i’m not gonna take it off jisung.” he winced hearing his full name. “we’re outside.”

“in a private space; no one can see you.” he reassured. “if you want to take it off.” his arms reaching up to the strings , pulling at it so it unraveled. “take it off.” biting his lip as you slowly took it off letting it fall , your boobs falling perfectly in his eyes. “good girl.” he picked you up , guiding you into the water , wrapping your legs around his waist. “you’re so pretty.”

“you’re enjoying this too much.” jisung smiled against your neck , sucking little red marks on your skin. “of course i am , i’m on vacation with my hot girlfriend who is topless in a pool with the sun beaming on her pretty body; i could die after this vacation and i would be okay with it.” you rolled your eyes. “so dramatic.”

his hand that was on your waist , traveling down where you were connected, your hips bucking up. “i’m so hard right now.” he whispered , moving your bikini bottoms to the side. “then stop talking and fuck me.” he kissed your lips; pulling his shorts down enough to pull his hard cock out. “fuck ji.” you whined. “hurry up and put it in.”

both of you moaning as he slowly pushed himself inside you. “fuck you feel so good.” he groaned , your arms wrapped around his neck as he held you tightly , fucking up into you. “ji , fu-fuck , fuck go faster.”

he pushed you against the edge of the pool , rutting his hips faster, his cock head kissing your gspot repeatedly , you were moaning loudly; the sweet was private but people could definitely hear what you two were doing — but with the way jisung was fucking you, his lips wrapped around one of your buds , his big hand massaging your other boob; you really couldn’t care. “fuck ji , ji i’m gonna cum !” you shrieked , your manicured nails digging into his wet skin. “fuck!”

“cum , cum all over my cock.” he groaned , you tightened around him , head thrown back as you came. “oh fuck.” he gasped. “fuck that’s it i’m gonna cum.” he groaned. “fuck i’m cumming.” pressing his lips against yours as his cock twitched , shooting ropes of cum into you , he let out a loud sigh , riding his high. “fuck i love you so much.” his forehead was pressed against yours. “i love you too ji.”

he stayed inside you; holding your body up as he floated around the pool. “i don’t want to go back home , wanna stay here with you forever.” he said , smiling, cradling his cheek in your hand. “we still have 2 days left.” you said , he smiled nodding.

“guess we’ll just have to make the bed of it.”

©️MAZEOFYENI

[nanamisgirly]

previous << part.7 >> next ⊹₊。꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ trying new sets of bikini!

SERIES

cw suggestive, geto has piercings and is tattooed, fluff fluff flufffff (with hint of smut but no smut ykyk), our boy is downnn bad just like we like mhm, chubby reader.

“Suguruuuuuu,” you call out after your boyfriend, best friend, and ex-womanizer!Geto—dragging the syllables with your usual affection.

He hums, not turning around. “What’s that for?” His voice’s soft and fond that tone he only reserves for you, like you’re something gentle in a world that’s too harsh. He’s got his sleeves rolled up, standing at the sink, brows furrowed in a battle against a particularly stubborn bit of sauce on the plate.

“Need your help,” you say, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter by the sink. And ex-womanizer!Geto can’t stop his eyes from drifting down, not when your thick thighs double up like that. “I, huh, ordered sets of bikinis… For our trip to Italy.” 

He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment, letting you stumble over the ask while he rinses off the plate. You thought asking for his opinion would be easy.

Wrong.

“I don’t know if they fit right and…” you trail off. Suguru’s eyes are gleaming with amusement, waiting calmly for you to finish your ask even though he already knows where you’re going. That is the only thing he insists on—say clearly what you want from him.

“I was wondering if… you could maybe watch me try them on? And tell me what you think?”

You swear he bites back a grin, lips twitching. “Of course,” he says easily, voice a shade deeper now.

And what ex-womanizer!Geto thought would be a simple opinion-giving session turns into actual hell for him. 

The first two pieces were already hard enough to contain his cock, thin straps and fucking little triangles on your breasts barely holding them, only hiding the bare minimum. And the bottom? The hell do girls even call that a bottom? Your ass cheeks were all out and he swears he saw your pussy lips spilling from the sides.

But all he said? “Amazing, sweets.”, “Really pretty” as you fidgeted with the straps, trying to adjust the ridiculous thing, your soft belly jiggling with each movement—all plush and real. 

And it’s so stupid how that alone makes his cock twitch. The way you squirmed on your feet, tugging at it all shy, even after months of being together—it makes his chest ache. 

Goddamn it, ex-womanizer!Geto is just thinking :  ‘how the fuck am I surviving this trip if she wears those bikinis ?’ Like will he be able to enjoy the sea? Will he be able to look at anything else but your skin? Will he drool all over the sand? (For sure. That’s 100% happening for him.) Will he have to rip out every guy’s eyes for staring at you??

Suguru lets out a low exhale. He's not even pretending to hide how hard he is anymore—sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to cover.

“I don’t think that would do,” he mutters, licking his lips, toying with the piercing as his gaze drags down your body. This piece is tracing pattern all over your tummy, letting the lower part spill out gracefully while traps are going up in X form to another part of fabric stretching tight over your nipples. The back is nonexistent.

“You don’t like any of them?” You ask, voice flattering, suddenly uncomfortable. “You said they were—” 

He shakes his head, his long hair swaying with the motion. “If ‘don’t like’ means I’ve been hard since you walked in here and I’m about to cum in my fucking pants just looking at you, then yeah. Sure. Hate them all.” 

And as he walks toward you, you distingue his dilated pupils—the bright violet color of his eyes reduced to a thin ring. Your lips part because no matter how many times he’s made it clear how badly he wants you, how much he adores you—you're still a stuttering mess under that gaze, looking away like a fool. 

His hand comes up your jaw, large and warm, the tattoos on his fingers contrasting with your untouched skin. And it always shakes you, the intensity in the way he looks at you. 

It’s so easily easy to see that what he feels for you goes way beyond lust.

It’s something burning—something that sets your whole body on fire. He’s never told you ‘I love you’. And neither have you, too afraid to startle him. But it might as well be screamed at the top of his lungs at this exact moment, that’d be the same. 

“Do you… really think they look good?” you ask, voice quieter.

He leans in, nose bumping yours. “I think you look like everything I want.. and nothing I deserve.”

Your breath hitches when he suddenly drops to his knees—just like that. He presses a kiss to your bellybutton then lower, peppering all this area with the softness of his mouth—the cold metals making you shiver.

He tugs on the swimsuit, trying to push it aside.

Buzz.

He groans, clearly annoyed, feeling his phone vibrating in his sweatpants’ pocket. “Sorry, sweets, I’m checkin’ who’s calling…” another kiss on your lower belly. “If it’s someone important—” 

He chuckles when he sees the name glowing on the screen ‘asshole’

He throws his phone onto your bed without a second glance. 

Then he picks up right where he left off, murmuring against your skin with a low laugh, “It’s Satoru.” 

ex-womanizer!Geto voice dips with satisfaction. “I guess I’ll just call him later.”

( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )˚ ༘ ೀ₊˚

🏷️ : @siennadoodles @imjustheretoreadgeto (wanna be added? comment here)

[pleasureable]

Star Shopping !

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ in which you’re asked to star in Thanos’ new music video

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you were a well known Instagram model, with your career being launched after you had posted a random selfie of you taken on your digital camera

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the virality of your picture practically launched you into virtual stardom with you gaining a pretty big following after that

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ your followers loved you for your beauty and style, as your instagram page was littered with pictures of you posing in clothing items such as big fur coats, mini skirts, leather tops and bottoms and bikinis

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you were pretty popular amongst rappers for some reason, with some even asking for permission to use your pictures in promo for their music

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you had been familiar with Thanos for a little while now as you had seen his performances a couple times—more specifically his performance at Rolling Loud fest. you liked his music and you thought he was pretty cute but you had never really interacted with him before

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Thanos was practically obsessed with you, though. he would always like your posts, even commenting “😍😍” on some of them—of course, fueling some rumors of hidden romance between you two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he had finally messaged you one day, his name popping up in your dms

@thanos

u down to be in my music video, pretty ?

@y/n

sure why not lol

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ after a few days of exchanging messages you finally booked a flight (that he, of course, offered to pay for) to L.A—where the video would be filmed

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ once you had landed and settled into your hotel room a bit, you and Thanos had met up for coffee—he explained the vision he had for the video, as well as telling you what he wanted from you in terms of your appearance in it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “I’m thinkin’ of like, just having you as the main focus of the video” he said. you were incredibly flattered, how couldn’t you be? a big, hotshot rapper like him wanted to plaster your face all over a piece of his work. “main focus?” you asked, a touch of uncertainty in your voice. you had been in some music videos before, but just as a background character, never the lead girl. “Of course, I wanna showcase your beauty as much as I can.” he responded.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ your nerves were at an all time high as you drove to the filming location the day of the video shoot. once you got there the makeup artists began to work on you, minimal makeup, just as Thanos had earlier requested (he did want to showcase your beauty, after all)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the on-set costume designer had chosen to dress you in a tight, mini white dress—a ushanka style hat being placed on your head to finish the look

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the music video idea followed two lovers who spend the night recording each other on a camcorder, engaging in stupid shenanigans around a mansion, showcasing and capturing carefree moments of each other

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ walking onto set, you could feel thanos’s eyes all over you, admiring the way your body fit your dress and how the ring lights placed on set perfectly highlighted your facial features

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ once actual shooting had begun, the romantic chemistry between the two of you was undeniable

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the romantic poses you were placed in by the director and Thanos himself obviously weren’t doing anything to dampen the atmosphere

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nearing the end of shooting, you were scripted to be holding the camcorder while staring into Thanos’s eyes, an implied kiss taking place before the screen would go black, thus marking the end of video

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ though, once you got close enough to his face to the point where the tips of your noses were touching, the sexual and romantic tension had gotten unbearable. you had been very much aware of Thanos’s attraction to you prior to him asking you to be in his video, and you never quite expected you and him to be in the predicament you were in now.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ without even thinking, Thanos smashed his lips against yours—to your delight. pent up frustration causing the kiss to be slightly lewd, though you both quickly pulled away before you got carried away

“that definitely wasn’t scripted mr. Thanos.”

“Of course it wasn’t, pretty.”

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ hot, hot summer !

in which you got the offer of a lifetime—takes place in 2006-2009 era! @mrrpmiao miao, you’re so responsible for the brain worm you’ve instilled in my mind🙂‍↕️

a part of gojo's love entries

summer is as hot as you are pretty.

it’s an undisputed fact to satoru. after all, he chose you. so of course you were the best. he supposed even strangers here would eventually come to realize it too… as it wasn’t the first time their kind had done so.

kamakura beach was packed in summer, and he stepped away a bit to get you shaved ice only to come back to this appalling sight.

“miss! ooh! you’re so gorgeous!”

this suspicious-looking middle-aged man—with goatee, long tied hair, wearing palm shirt and beach shorts—approached you so merrily as you were chilling under the parasol.

“ah thank you…?” you pasted a taut smile, totally clueless and spooked, hoping he would go on his way.

“i mean it! your body is so—wow!” the man gasped dramatically, appraising you from head to toe. “your bust—it’s perfect! you’d make a good cover girl, you know!”

you were wearing the bikini of the same brand inoue waka endorsed at satoru’s insistence, and true, it was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

his sore eyes, specifically. not others.

satoru scowled, and he marched towards where you were. he would do his job as always—chasing away no-good men from you.

“hey you,” he barked. “what business do you have with my girl here?”

the bearded man regarded him with surprise, before he assessed him from top to bottom. “oh! you’re mr. boyfriend? whoa, you don’t look bad yourself!”

“if you’re trying to bother my—”

“no, no! you’ve got the wrong idea!��� the man defended, raising both hands in surrender. “you see, i’m about to offer the pretty lady a gig as a gravure model!”

wha? you gaped. satoru blinked.

“m-me?” you stammered, flabbergasted, pointing at yourself. “uh, are you sure?”

“yes! 100% sure!” the agent man replied with stars in his eyes. “miss, with your assets, you’ll outshine even inoue waka or kaoru sakurako themselves!”

“really?!” you almost laughed. it was a strange compliment, but a compliment nonetheless.

but next to you, satoru’s face darkened, his eyes obscured. his fists clenched around the paper bowl of shaved ice so hard it shook. the next thing you know—

“here, hold this.” he suddenly shoved the shaved ice to you, before he plucked his sandal off and—

“YOU!” satoru raised the flip-flop above his head, his eyes blazing with fury, ready to swing it at the man. “GET LOST YOU SLIMY BOZO!”

“—?! WAIT, YOUNG MAN!”

and then came the most disastrous scene before you: your boyfriend chased the agent with his sandal, throwing it at him that it bonked his head, then grabbed someone’s big-ass water gun without permission and continued the pursuit, determined to catch him.

. . .

“how could you?! why do you seem even remotely interested!?” satoru fierily questioned you after he was done cooking the gravure video agent, panting and sopping wet. in the end, the two of them got into a water gun fight that ended with him winning.

you turned to him, feigning an unimpressed expression. “he said i can outshine inoue waka. who wouldn’t want that chance?”

“you can’t!” he retorted almost immediately, aghast. “i mean, yeah you can! but no! no way! you can’t flaunt your body for everyone to see!”

“why?”

“you are mine!” he pouted hard, irked. “i don’t want to share you! you are for the consumption of my eyes only!”

his blatant response made you giddy, truthfully. and as if to stress his point, he suddenly pulled you to his chest from behind, wrapping both arms around you, making you squeal.

“satoru, you’re wet!”

“so? when i marry you someday, we’re going to share a lot of things together. wet is one of them.”

“does this mean you’d pick me over inoue waka?” you threw him a suggestive smile, looking up at him expectantly.

his face then turned pink, as he smooched you in the head. “you know the answer to that, dummy.”

who would have thought that he would really keep his promise and that you'd come to the same beach years later...?

[oldermenfucker]

Love In The Sand / M. Robinavitch

Summary: a beach date with Robby and his girls

Warnings: nothing! Fluffffffff, girl dad!robby, breastfeeding in public, English isn’t my first language<3

Word count: 1k+

An: just had an idea and decided to blend these all together and write something specifically for girl dad!robby🥺

“We look like a train.”

“Doesn’t matter as long as no one gets burned,” Robby says, kissing your shoulder as he applies sunscreen on your back while you try to do the same and keep your daughter from crawling out of your grasp.

“Sir, that’s entirely you,” you chuckle, applying the cream on the back of the baby’s neck, shaking your head as you close your legs around her and Robby spreads his legs more to make room for the two of you between them, “You get sunburnt and turn red. You get cooked, not us.”

“Never underestimate my genes, love,” he replies, stroking your arms to cover all of your skin, “Don’t know about you, but she might get cooked as well.”

“Don’t say that!” You gasp, turning your daughter around, applying the sunscreen on your fingers to cover her little face as well while she tries to eat your fingers, “Besides, I’ve got her a pretty hat just for today.”

“Yeah? Wanna show me?”

“Let’s show Daddy your new hat!” Your daughter tries to rub the cream off her face but you catch her hands before she has the chance to do so, “Na uh, don’t do that.”

“Let’s see what you got, sweetie!” He rests his chin on your shoulder watching how his daughter crawls up your body, standing on her little feet with her hands clutching the strings of your bikini top while you search for her hat in the bag.

You laugh when she starts playing hide and seek with Robby, using you as a shield to hide before she starts jumping when he peeks at her from the top of your shoulder.

You keep her secured with your forearm under her bottom, holding her up as she squeals and makes grabby hands at Robby. You take the hat out finally; a beige floppy hat with a knitted flower on top, casting a shadow on her chubby face.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Michael?” You say, kissing her round cheek until she starts giggling and squeaking before you hand her to Robby, turning around to apply his sunscreen with care — knowing damn well how sunburnt he gets.

“She does,” he cradles her in his arms gently, “She is the most beautiful girl in the whole world!”

“No funny business near the sea, okay?” You make sure Robby’s looking at you when you talk, pecking his lips before you cover his broad shoulders with the cream, smiling when you see your daughter tapping his cheeks with both hands.

“Of course, we’ll just sit there and make castles. How does that sound, sweetheart?” He picks her up, blowing air against her belly over her floral swimsuit, making her shriek and laugh.

“Good, remember you suggested that I relax—“

“She’s all mind today, I promise,” he reassures you, kissing you again before he stands up with her in his arms, grabbing the buckets you bought on your way to the beach before he sits her down on the sand and lowers himself on his side as she begins to play.

He doesn’t know how he is at this moment. He truly doesn’t know because he never imagined himself to be here, with his daughter and his wife, on a day off and no sounds of beeping.

It feels like heaven, it has to be. There is no joy compared to watching his daughter babble around while she fists the sand and dunks her little hands into the bucket of water he brought her, building castles with him right by her side.

The sound of the waves and the scent of the beach is enough to calm his nerves and the way his daughter throws the wet sand at him and giggles when they land on his belly, slapping her hands on the spots and making him feign groans.

“Who wants ice cream? I think I can see a shop a few meters down the beach,” You walk towards them, a dress already worn on top of your bikini — good, cause you had already put Robby in a state of dizziness when you walked out of the bathroom in the tinies swimsuit he’d ever seen, “Cause I’m hungry and the heat’s getting into me.”

“Sure, take my wallet, love— no, no, don’t eat that-“ he manages to grab his daughter’s wrist before she shoves it into her mouth, “You shouldn’t eat that, sweet pea, okay?”

“Clean up nicely and I’ll be back as soon as possible,” you lean down to capture Robby’s lips in a quick kiss, waving with his wallet already in your hand, walking away with your sandals catching a bit of sand on them.

“Alright, baby, c’mere,” he picks her up before she has the chance to cry over uneaten sand, gently lowering her on the shoreline, sitting behind her with her between his legs, pouring water over her hands gently to wash off the sand.

She kicks her legs excitedly, giggling and splashing water over Robby’s legs, reaching for a seashell when she sees one. She turns around to show the new wonder she has discovered but the sun makes her close her eyes and scrunches her face.

“It’s so beautiful, baby,” he kisses the top of her head over the hat, reaching for another seashell to hand it to her, keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t try to eat these as well.

“Mama’s here!” He turns around at the sound of your voice, smiling when you hold up two bags, “Come, let’s eat.”

“Will be there in a sec,” he responds and stands up to wash his daughter’s sandy toes, cleaning her up as best as possible before he brings her to you, handing her over as you wrap a clean towel around her.

“There was also a diner next to the store! Not the healthiest burger we’ll have but they looked too good to not buy them!” You explain, lowering yourself under the lounge’s umbrella, lying on the bed with your dress discarded and bikini top pulled down enough for your daughter to drink her milk.

“I hope we don’t end up with a stomach bug,” he scolds you gently, sitting on the other bed after pulling it closer to you, making sure the towel is wrapped around her and your upper body enough to give you privacy.

“Good thing I’ve married an ER doctor, yeah?” You say softly, kissing him gently before he hands you your ice cream, “Thank you for today.”

“Anything for my girls.”

[jenoslutie]

hot tub lovin' l y.jh

nsfw mdni. 18+

pairing: bf!jeonghan x f!reader

warnings: public sex, hot tub sex, no fear of being caught lol.., riding, begging, choking, praising, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n: this is the result of the influence of these pics as well as my beautiful wife @hanniesbrat 🩷

You and Jeonghan are finally on a well deserved vacation, finally winding down after days upon days of stress and exhaustion. you’d spent the whole day out and exploring the city with the love of your life. going to all the famous tourist spots where jeonghan forced you to pose for pictures because you ‘look so pretty’ and all the pretty cafés where you both tried an array of pastries that you’d never tried before. your day went amazing, you’d say. but it was finally time to relax after a day full of exploring and walking. 

It's 9pm and you’re both heading out to the indoor pool at your hotel. it seemed as if everyone was asleep, you hadn’t seen a single person since you got back and granted the pool closed at 10pm, you were sure no one else was gonna come in anyways. 

“You’re gorgeous, baby” Jeonghan breathed out, lowering himself into the hot tub slowly, eyes on you, clad in a bikini that did little to hide anything. 

“You’re not too bad yourself” Your smile was big watching your boyfriend scoot closer to you and throw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in closer. “Thank you for today, Jeonghan” Truthfully, this vacation wouldn’t have happened without Jeonghan, if he didn’t plan everything out and surprise you with it, you don’t think you'd go on a vacation until way later. 

“Anything for you my baby” He smiled down at you, leaning down to kiss you. His lips were soft, like always, they always felt so perfect on your own lips. Like they were made to kiss you. Your hand trailed over his bare chest, trailing further down all the way until you could palm his cock through his swim trunks. “Anything?” A hopeful glint in your eyes, a low groan escaped his lips. “You know I’d do anything for you,” 

“Then, can you fuck me here?” You batted you eyelashes at him, pouting to the best of your ability. 

“You’ll have to work for it then, get on top of me?” With no hesitation, you climbed into his lap, moving to grind on his semi hard cock. “Jeonghan,” You breathed grinding down on him with more pressure this time “‘M so wet, can i put it in, please?” He replied a ‘yes’, his tone mirroring yours. Raising your hips up to give him enough room to pull his swim trunks down, enough to pull his cock out while you made quick work in removing your bikini bottoms, only slipping it off one leg. Climbing back onto his lap, guiding the head of his cock to nestle between your folds before sinking down on his cock slowly. The both of you moaned loud, the feeling of his cock filling you up made you feel giddy in a way, “You’re so big,” A genuine smile adorning your face when he finally bottomed out in you. Jeonghan only managed to moan out in return, trying his best to keep his noises at bay. You on the other hand, the more you bounced on his cock, the louder you were moaning, with no care in the world to who could walk in or walk by. 

“God, you’re so fucking loud. Do you know that? Do you really want everyone to know how slutty you are?” That only made you moan louder, throwing your head back as you tried your best to keep riding him despite the difficulty caused by the water. 

“Don’t care– your cock feels so fucking good” Jeonghan knew there was no point of trying to get you to quiet down, he didnt even want to. Truthfully he didn't even care if you got caught, as long as his baby’s happy, so is he. So instead of telling you to quiet down, he brought his hand, previously resting on your hip, down to rub circles on your clit–your weakness, and he knew it. 

He couldn't help giving in as well, moaning out loud himself when he felt you squeeze him impossibly tight. “You’re going to cum aren’t you?” Jeonghan mused. He didnt need you to tell him you were close, he could tell. From the way your movements became more laboured than before, to the way you got louder and then finally, when you started grinding down on him. “I need to, Jeonghan, I need to cum.” his hands wrapped around your throat, his fingers tightened around your throat but it didn’t even matter, you found yourself silently screaming Jeonghan’s name as you rolled your hips down on Jeonghan’s cock, feeling your walls spasm as you came around him. As soon as your post orgasm state wore off, you pushed yourself to start riding him again, “Please cum Jeonghan, please fill me up. I need to feel your cum inside me, I want it so much.” It only takes a few more thrusts for him to bring his hands back to your hips and press you down, burying himself deep inside your cunt and releasing his hot load inside you. Thick spurts of cum fill you up as he moans your name like you're the only people around. Jeonghan fucks his cum deeper inside you. Holding you close, like you’d slip away if he hadn’t. 

“God, I needed this so bad.” 

[xoxochb]

— percy licks lemonade off you 🍋 ⋆˚࿔

hot.

it’s very fucking hot outside.

it was mid summer, indubitably, the sun rays shining wildly on you as your body lays sprawled along a blue beach towel. you were sure you were going to die.

“my ice melted.” you frown as you look into your cup of lemonade, seeing as there is no longer any ice, only lemonade. and it’s too hot for just lemonade.

percy dips his hand into his own cup and dumps his ice into yours. “here.”

you grin widely and press a sloppy kiss to his cheek. “thank you!”

his arm loops around your waist and you use this to pull him to lay on top of you despite the heat. it was never to hot to have percy jackson topping you.

you attempt to take a sip of your drink from this position, exempting percy for a moment. it was an utterly dumb idea because the second the edge hits your lips, it spills. and you can only thank the gods you were wearing a bikini so one dip in the ocean and you’d be fine for now.

the sticky juice coats your chin and your chest entirely. and the warmth of the day doesn’t help the icky feeling that begins bubbling within you.

“perce.”

his sea-green eyes dart to your sternum where a puddle of lemonade rests. you could’ve sworn he whimpered. “sweet girl.”

“this is your fault.”

“your point being…?” he smirks playfully.

“you’re an ass, that’s my point.”

“there’s my sweet girl.” percy pinches your waist, making you scowl. “stay still.”

you huff but comply, intrigued on what he’s come up with in that brain of his. though you were most of the time convinced his brain was replaced with seaweed. whatever.

he lifts himself off you only barely until his face hovers above your sternum. and begins to lick. you realize quickly that what you’re feeling against your thigh is his hardness through his swim trunks.

and then it clicks.

and you’re not in the slightest bit surprised.

you attach a hand to percy’s shoulders to assure he doesn’t move in his process of drinking the fallen lemonade off your breasts. your free fingers loop around his dark strands of hair, pulling and tugging.

his tongue works intricately over your skin, swirling over each inch up your clavicle and the bottom of your jaw. it feels heavenly to have him clean you like this. with his own mouth like your a feast splayed out and he’s a starving man.

but he loves to tease. and the moment his mouth reaches your mouth he does anything but connect them.

“percy.” you pull at his hair impatiently. “you made me spill my lemonade, this is the least you could do.”

“but it’s not my fault that you’re clumsy though.”

you sit yourself up but percy moves back before you’re able to kiss him. “you’re terrible.”

he tilts your chin up with one hand. “say it again.”

you glare. but your eyes fall down to his lips. so tantalizing. “fine then.”

you sit up, sliding out of percy’s arms. you can play that game too.

“come back.” his hands grab your hips, attempting to drag you back beneath him. you stubbornly refuse to make any eye contact though despite your brain’s adamant protest that you must look into his pretty eyes. “eyes here.”

with a huff, you let yourself drown within his oceans. “are you done being an ass?”

“forever? no. for now? sure. if you ask nicely.”

“please.”

“atta girl.” he pecks you once.

“perseus.”

he kisses you longer. five seconds this time. then four more pecks before three longer kisses.

you’re just happy he’s kissing you at all, though.

[tojisteddy]

this is random, but i was on pinterest and this pic is so country simon coded ❤️❤️❤️

Dude yes.

Country!Simon would definitely be the type to set the line up for you, of course, put the rod in your hands and tell you to wait. 2 minutes pass, 5 minutes pass, 7 minutes pass—

“How long is this gonna take Mr. Riley?” You raise an eyebrow.

“ ‘S a waitin game Ms. Trouble, they don’t automatically come.” Rubbed you back to try to ease the discomfort in waiting.

“But I want them to automatically come.” You pout.

You didn’t even know what you were fishing for, or where you were, Simon just drove you in a little motor boat farther down the long running creek. Simon thought it’d be a good experience for you but you could not sit still, he should’ve drove you down to his cousins, let you fish by hand or net in the marsh. But he swore he’d teach you proper because you told him you wanted to learn a bit of everything.

Maybe this could’ve been one of those things you didn’t get.

It’s maybe that third whine, Simon gives you a look with those dark blue eyes, “Lil girl, hush yer fuckin mouth ‘er put that rod down. Keep on whinin I’ll make ya really whine.”

You zipped your lips naturally, almost letting go of the rod till you felt it harshly tug you forward making you yank back on to it, “Oh shit!”

“Fuck Lucky, reel it in! Don’t let it pull ya in now!” He laughs, quickly coming over to your side of the boat pulling you by the waist to steady you. He closes the gap between you, pressing your back into his front and putting his hands over yours, helping you as the fish that’s hooked tries to pull away. “Gotta keep it steady honey, nice and easy. Show it who’s boss.”

And when you finally pull up a carp you can’t help the squeal of excitement leaving your lips, jumping up and down and holding the line with the fish still dangling from it. Simon is sure to take a picture cause you look fuckin adorable smiling so big, with that fish, in one of his shirts tied in a knot behind your waist and a red bikini bottom, your curls in two low buns.

“There you go lucky! Look at you, a real fisher now, huh?” He teases, pecking your lips taking the fish from you, and taking the hook out. He’d skin it when you got home and you’d cook it.

You giggle, “Fuck no!”

But you’d probably come again, just to sit pretty or swim, flip through a magazine or two and watch while your big and strong husband caught you two— three— dinner.

a/n: is this me saying reader is pregnant? Well, hey 🤷🏾‍♀️

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falling for you (into the deep end) || Aaron Hotchner

pairing → Aaron Hotchner x Reader

summary → One second, you're standing next to your father's pool, ready for a cold drink on a hot summer day, and the next you're suddenly falling into said pool with a man you have never met before in your life. A man who shortly after introduces himself as Aaron Hotchner to you, your father's unit chief and friend. Yep, this is definitely your worst nightmare come to life.

warnings → meet-cute, fem!reader, rossi!reader, reader has rossi's last name, reader wears a bikini, reader is down bad immediately, Aaron is the sweetest guy ever, but also down bad, (unspecified) age gap, a cuss word here and there, short description of a hypothetical crime, no y/n used

author’s note → I wanted to write something for Hotch, preferably with a reader who is Rossi's daughter. Throw in a quirky and slightly awkward meet-cute and voilà—here we are! I'm pretty sure Rossi's mansion doesn't have a pool, but who cares, now it does! This fic kinda developed a life of its own near the end so let me know what you think about it <3

word count → 4.8k

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The soft ripple of the pool's aquamarine water rocks you gently, caressing your sun-warmed skin, the smell of chlorine, sunscreen, and what can only be described as summer tickling your nose.

The leaves of the trees surrounding your father's property rustle in a lazy breeze and you open your eyes, the clear sky that greets you as brilliantly blue as the water you're floating in, your arms and legs spread like you're mimicking a very happy and very relaxed starfish.

It's one of the hottest days of this year's summer and you decided to enjoy it thoroughly in the best way you know how: By lazing around your dad's house—sorry, mansion—eating his food and commandeering his pool until you're all wrinkly, while he is at work, catching the worst monsters humanity has created.

You will always be worried about him when he's gone but you've only ever known a world where that is what your father does; hunting down killers, teaching others to do the same, or writing books about understanding and capturing these dangerous people. And making a ton of money in the process.

Naturally, he never wanted you to follow in his footsteps, knowing how dangerous, how grueling, how draining his work can be, hoping that his only daughter would choose a different path for her professional life.

And naturally, you defied his wishes.

Kind of.

Only last week, after years and years of studying and researching and writing papers and pulling all-nighters and drinking enough caffeine to power an aircraft, you graduated with a PhD in Forensic Science and can now proudly announce yourself as Doctor Rossi instead of Miss Rossi.

That's why you're currently back at your father's place, simply enjoying doing absolutely nothing before you're officially joining the workforce, hopefully helping to catch many more of the monsters your father and his team hunt and developing the methods and practices of your field further.

But for the moment, you're content to simply float in the pleasantly cool water, watching a single lonely cloud drift across the endless blue sky before you decide in a stroke of pure genius that a cold and fruity drink is exactly what you need to make this perfectly carefree day even better. You let yourself grow heavy in the water, your body sinking to the tiled bottom of the pool where you remain motionless for a few seconds, admiring the mesmerizing shifting patterns the sunlight paints underwater before you kick off the tiles, your fingers wrapping around the metal bars of the pool's ladder as soon as you reach them.

You climb out of the pool, water cascading down your body and creating a small puddle on the sun-warmed wooden planks of the patio at your feet. You grab your towel from one of the fancy deck chairs and quickly dry yourself enough to go to the kitchen and make yourself a drink before leisurely sipping on it while you lie in the sun, a hopefully good book keeping you company until you decide it's time for another relaxing activity.

With your game plan fully formed, you set it in action, going over to the sliding glass door that leads back into the house when you catch sight of your reflection in it, briefly pausing to fix the top of your—if you might say so yourself—super cute and flattering bikini.

But before you can then reach for the handle, a silhouette of a person appears behind the glass out of nowhere and the door slides open all the way, revealing a man you have never seen before in your life standing in front of you.

In your father's house. That you thought you had to yourself.

Oh hell no.

Immediately, your heart jumps into your throat, your pulse spiking in pure panic and you stare at the stranger fearfully, your brain frantically scrambling to find the best course of action that doesn't lead to your pictures ending up on one of the boards at your father's workplace—one photo showing a candid shot of you smiling, probably from your recent graduation, while the others would document how the killer left your broken and bruised body behind on the patio, your blood painting the wooden planks red, seeping into the cracks between them, maybe even dripping into the pool's clear water and staining it with clouds of diluted blood.

The stranger's dark brows furrow in concern, and when he gently, carefully says your name, it does nothing to calm you—not in the slightest. Your body is stiffly frozen on the spot while your fight-or-flight response is busy flipping a coin and waiting to see which side it will land on.

But then the stranger takes a step towards you and you spring into action, yelping in alarm and instinctively taking one, two, three steps backwards—away from him—which you quickly realize was a big mistake when the terrible feeling of having missed a step makes your stomach drop.

And then time slows down.

With a startled cry you fall backwards, flailing your arms helplessly but without a chance to regain balance when your back foot is already hanging over the edge of the pool. The stranger's eyes widen in surprise and he urgently reaches for you, his warm and strong fingers actually closing around your wrist firmly, trying to pull you back towards him—but it's too late.

Your momentum makes the stranger lose his footing as well and not a fraction of a second later the two of you break the pool's glittering surface in a joint, enormous splash, instantly submerged by the water.

Little drops of it are still raining down on you when you and the stranger come back up at the same time to gasp for air, your pulse ringing in your ears, looking and feeling more than a little disoriented. Your wide eyes find the deep brown ones of the unfamiliar man next to you and he silently stares back at you with an equally befuddled expression.

He's extremely handsome, your brain notes unprompted, even with his previously styled hair now completely wet, the dark strands sticking to his forehead and sending droplets running down his sharp features, some stubbornly clinging to his eyelashes and even the tip of his nose. Naturally, his clothes are completely soaked too, his dress shirt now clinging tightly to his body and it embarrassingly takes you a moment to avert your eyes from this sight, from his chest, and shoulders, and arms, especially when you notice the way he has the sleeves rolled up above his elbows.

With warm cheeks that have nothing to do with you lazing around in the sun all day, your gaze snaps back to his face which looks like he's still trying to comprehend what just happened.

And that's when the horrible realization dawns on you.

That maybe this man who didn't show any signs of aggression towards you and even tried to save you from falling, who knows your name and is dressed in suit pants, a dress shirt and nice shoes might not be a serial killer coming to end your life after all.

And you just made him fall in the pool with you—completely clothed.

Oh no. Not good. Very not good.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! Are you—are you okay?"

The words tumble out of your mouth franticly, your voice too loud, too shrill, a wholly different kind of panic settling in that makes your hands tremble and your stomach feel slightly sick.

The stranger lets out a high-pitched, breathless laugh, an amused kind of disbelief on his face when he answers, "I am, yes. Are you alright?"

His deep voice is good-humored and kind, the kind that makes your knees go a little weak despite yourself and all you manage in response is a quick little nod, threading your fingers together in front of your body, nervously playing with them under the water.

You watch him brush the hair from his forehead with one large hand, slicking the wet, jet-black strands back, water running down his arm, droplets getting caught in the dark hairs on his forearm and he quickly looks at the probably very expensive and now very drenched watch on his wrist before his kind gaze finds yours again, saying, "I'm sorry I startled you like this. I thought Dave texted you I was coming over. He has some old case files on his desk he asked me to review while he's still at the office."

As soon as these words leave his mouth, your cheeks and ears flame up in shame while your eyes widen in horror. Because that means this man who is currently in the pool with you is an FBI agent, a highly skilled profiler working on the same team as your dad, and it's all your fault that he took a completely involuntary dive with you.

And then, as if you're not already wishing for the bottom of the pool to open up and just swallow you whole to end your misery, he adds the one thing that makes this surreal situation even worse.

"I'm Aaron—Hotchner. It's good to finally meet you. Your father talks a lot about you."

Cool.

Cool cool cool cool.

Because of course, of all the agents your father works with you just made Aaron Hotchner, the BAU's unit chief and your dad's very serious, very important and very no-nonsense FBI boss fall in the pool with, completely clothed, and probably ruining his expensive shoes and watch and wallet and phone in the process.

Sure.

No problem.

Definitely not one of the most humiliating things to ever happen in your life.

You are going to drown yourself in this pool.

With your mind and body locked in a continuous state of distress, you exhale a trembling breath that does nothing to calm you, the words just spilling out of your mouth, your voice cracking pathetically as you try to explain yourself and apologize to him, completely distraught.

"Oh god, I'm so so sorry, I—I didn't know—I left my phone inside and haven't checked it in hours—If I'd known you were coming over, I'd—I'd never—oh my god—"

To make matters even worse you have to realize with renewed horror that tears are welling up in your eyes and you stubbornly press the heels of your hands to your eyes as you gasp for a breath, struggling to keep your emotions under control and regain even the semblance of composure. You refuse to make an even bigger fool out of yourself in front of him than you already have.

But that's nearly impossible when Aaron's voice is so infuriatingly understanding and kind, his tone soft and comforting.

"It's alright, you really don't have to apologize to me. You didn't know and I scared you half to death. It's not your fault, so don't worry about it, okay?"

But how can you not worry about how much you messed up when this is probably the worst first impression you have ever left on someone—and that includes the time you destroyed someone's side mirror with your own car only to learn a few days later that that someone was your then-boyfriend's very unamused mother when you visited his parents for the first time for a very uncomfortable and icy dinner. (Your mind still likes to torture you with this little incident when you're busy trying to fall asleep, basically dooming the relationship from the very beginning, but in the end it was for the best—because that woman would've shown up wearing a white dress to her son's own wedding. So you're pretty sure you dodged a huge bullet there.)

You risk a glance at Aaron through the gaps between your fingers, the reassuring smile on his face making you feel a little silly, a little overdramatic but it also makes you calm down enough to let your hands drop from your face. Not that you had any chance not to, not when he's looking at you like you couldn't do anything wrong in his eyes, ever.

"I mean it, it was just an accident. Don't blame yourself for that."

He says it with so much conviction that you're almost ready to believe him, but the unhappy frown still clings stubbornly to your face, still mentally berating yourself over this whole situation you actually had very little control over.

That's why you jump almost a foot into the air (the water you're still standing in) when a warm and big, big hand gently squeezes your naked shoulder. Aaron is somehow so much closer than before, looking down at you and steadily holding your gaze while all you can do is dumbly stare back into his eyes, captivated by the sparkle of amused patience in them, by the way his dark eyelashes frame them so perfectly, following his sharp features to the slope of his nose, further down to his lips, wondering just how they would feel pressed against yours—

Nope—!

That very attractive and very wet man in the pool with you is still your father's colleague and friend, you remind yourself with burning ears, letting out an involuntarily awkward little giggle that ends in a dramatic sigh, your whole body deflating under the comforting weight and warmth of his hand on your skin.

You manage to smile up at him despite your chest still feeling a little too tight with anxiety while butterflies undeniably start to stir in your stomach.

"Thank you for saying that," you murmur defeatedly as you try and fail to tear your gaze from his eyes. "But I'm still sorry about your clothes and watch, and everything else too."

But he simply shakes his head, easily dismissing your attempt to apologize once more, shutting down your offer to pay for the damages that would surely follow before it could even pass your lips.

"It's fine, really. All of these things can be replaced. I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself."

How can he just say things like these with that stupidly attractive and smooth voice of his while his hand deliberately rubs up and down your arm and not expect you to fall for him right then and there? Because you're pretty sure that's what's happening right now, without you having the slightest of chances to stop it.

But that's a problem you will have to deal with later, you decide, because right now the two of you are still just standing in the water together, and while your attire is completely pool-approved his very much isn't and you probably should get him at least a towel and some dry clothes to change into.

So you softly tell him as much, nodding your head towards the house, "I could get you some of dad's clothes so you can change, I hope that's okay."

"That would be perfect, thank you," Aaron answers, a grateful smile on his lips and you can't help but notice and appreciate the enticing crow's feet framing his eyes while he does.

You give him a timid smile in return, mumbling, "It's the least I can do."

He only gives your elbow a final tender squeeze in reply before pulling his hand back, his fingers lingering on your heated skin for just a moment longer and you can't find it in you to complain about it, not when a pleasant shiver runs down your spine at that.

Crap. You're in so much trouble already.

Reluctantly, you look away from him and turn around, heading to the pool's ladder, your whole arm tingling with the ghost of his touch but you try to ignore it as best as you can—which isn't all that much.

You climb up the steps first before holding out your hand for Aaron even if it's not strictly necessary. You're delighted when he takes it anyway without hesitation, your whole hand swallowed in his firm grasp, a discovery that makes your stomach do a funny little flip.

"I hope this at least takes the first place of the most memorable ways you ever met someone for the first time," you joke as Aaron emerges from the pool, finding some humor in this absurd situation as you watch his soaked clothes lose probably half of the pool's content on the planks of the patio, the wet fabric sticking to his body unpleasantly. But you don't miss the quick upwards quirk of his lips despite him looking like a pretty miserable, drowned rat now. You try to cover up your amused snort with a cough, but you know he can't have not caught it.

He however takes it in stride and graciously ignores it, instead starting to take off his watch while saying, "It absolutely does. And I can't say I wasn't wishing to cool off all day today, but that wasn't really what I had in mind. Not that I'm mad at all about this spontaneous opportunity to take a swim with you."

He smiles at you, fully, boldly, and you're probably mistaken when you think you saw just a sliver of shyness shining in his eyes because you're too distracted by the rest of his face that looks somehow even more handsome than before.

"Well, in that case, you're very welcome," you play along easily despite your heart slamming almost painfully against your ribcage. "And what can I say, I just love to leave a lasting first impression."

You're blessed with that charming high-pitched laugh of his again while he lays his watch on the patio table before his hands move to the buttons at the top of his shirt—which is not something you should find as enticing as you do.

"You definitely did. I just hope you don't make everyone you meet for the first time fall for you like that."

The words take a moment to fully register in your mind as you're busy admiring his deft fingers working on the first button of the shirt, but when they do something must suddenly take possession of you because your mouth curls into a teasing smile without you really meaning to and you casually hum, "Hm, no. Just you."

Aaron's fingers freeze mid-movement, his gaze so much more intense than just moments before but to your own surprise you don't shy away from it, keeping your eyes locked with his as he carefully utters his next words, his voice just a little rougher.

"That must make me pretty special, then."

You consider his words with a slow tilt of your head, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to keep the eager smile threatening to overtake your face contained, your heart hammering away in your chest and your head feeling slightly dizzy. The daring and impulsive part currently in control of you makes you step directly into his personal space without hesitation where you can openly admire the small amount of chest hair peeking over the collar of his t-shirt which immediately cancels out the disappointing discovery that even in this heat he's wearing multiple layers.

"It probably does, Mr. Hotchner," you practically purr in reply, your voice almost unrecognizable to your own ears as you bring your hands up to his chest.

Your eyes never stray from his when you nudge his hands away from his shirt and replace them with your own, your fingers shaking visibly as you slowly, deliberately slide another button through its respective hole for him. And he lets you, his lips slightly parted, his gaze so much heavier, so much more heated than before that you have to suppress a full-body shiver.

You know it's not appropriate to do what you're doing right now, not with a man who is easily ten years your senior, who you never met in person before today and—most importantly—who is not only your father's superior but also his friend. And before today you would have never given in to your impulses like that, simply shoving them to the farthest corner of your mind where they would come back to haunt you during sleepless nights, making you wonder what could've been if you had just taken a chance for once in your life.

You don't know why it's different now with Aaron Hotchner of all people, what it is about him that makes you act like this so suddenly, so uncharacteristically bold, but you can't stop yourself—and to your thrilled delight, it doesn't seem like he wants you to either.

Not when you can clearly see the nice blush dusting the apple of his cheeks pink. Or when you notice the anticipation in his eyes, his tongue absentmindedly peeking past his dry lips to wet them. Or when you catch his pupils dilating as his attention snaps down to a droplet of water shining on your collarbone, his eyes following its path utterly transfixed as it slowly runs down between your breasts, the soft swell of your chest on full display for him thanks to your bikini top hugging you so perfectly.

To your astonishment, his gaze doesn't make you uncomfortable or exposed and you don't shy away from his attention—quite the opposite. You let yourself revel in it, a pleasant tingling sensation spreading from the very tips of your fingers to the rest of your body, making you feel confident and desired in a way few, if any, people have in the past.

He makes you feel cherished, the (poorly hidden) want in his eyes only increases this feeling.

But most importantly—he makes you feel safe.

That's what's so different about him.

So it's not surprising that you're lightheaded in the best way possible when your fingers slowly trail further down his shirt, smugly smirking up at him when he realizes he was caught red-handed ogling his friend's daughter's scarcely clad chest.

You see his Adam's apple work uneasily in his throat as he tilts his head slightly, not being able to meet your eyes anymore, his whole posture suddenly uncomfortable and stiff and the look on his face downright terrified. You find everything about this incredibly endearing and equally entertaining, the way his cheeks are now deeply red and probably burning hot to the touch, the tips of his ears very much in the same condition and his hand flexing by the side of his body as if debating whether physically pushing you away and creating some distance between the two of you would somehow remedy the situation.

But he doesn't, instead his gaze guiltily flickers to meet yours for a split second and then his lips part for the first words of a sincere yet deeply embarrassed, stammered apology. Yes, Aaron Hotchner, the ever-serious, ever-composed, big bad FBI agent who stares down serial killers for a living, who doesn't even flinch when the barrel of a gun is pressed against his head, actually stammers, evidently not used to losing control like this, not used to allow himself to give into temptation, anything that would expose that behind his almost perfect mask is simply a man, a human, with tragically repressed wants and needs and desires.

But you smile up at him, kindly, giddily, because you're really not used to someone like him giving you this kind of attention and you refuse to let yourself feel bad about it now and start to overthink it, so you simply say, "It's okay. I don't mind."

And then, because it's the truth, you add, "Not when it's you."

Your words cause a quick succession of emotions to flash across Aaron's face—regret, surprise, doubt, relief—only to finally settle on something so soft, so gentle, so close to adoration that your first, entirely instinctual reaction is to shrink and hide away from gaze.

But he doesn't let you, holds your gaze steadily and brings his hand up to yours still lightly resting against his chest. His fingers curl around your much smaller palm and he has the audacity to smirk at your very obvious, very telling reaction to this as if your roles weren't reversed just moments before. But then he gently presses your hand against his chest, his hand still covering yours and you immediately forgive him.

Because like this, you can feel the heat of his skin slowly bleed through the wet fabric of his shirt and into your own skin. You feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the low hum forming there when your other hand moves with a mind of its own to rest on his shoulder, anchoring you to him further.

But most importantly, like this, you can clearly feel his heartbeat mirror the almost frantic, thundering pace of your own.

It's as confusing as it is exhilarating, knowing that for some bizarre reason, you and this stranger (because as many times your father has talked about Aaron, you have never met him before today) feel the same magnetic pull towards each other, and without knowing who moved in first you're suddenly breathing the same air, your faces close enough for you to count each individual dark eyelash and admire every single detail and imperfection of his handsome face.

Questions linger unspoken in the small space between you—Is this okay? Should we really be doing this?—but the small impatient noise escaping you is enough to dissipate them immediately.

He moves in even closer and you let your eyelids flutter shut, your heart stuttering in your chest when you feel his breath fan across your face, feel his lips hesitantly brush against your own, the faint touch enough to send a spark of overwhelming pleasure down your spine, the eruption of butterfly wings in your belly like nothing you ever felt before in your life, before finally—

Finally—

—the devastating sound of the front door falling shut echos through the whole house, your father's cheerful voice calling out both your and Aaron's name.

Your eyes snap open in horror, your heartrate spiking alarmingly, and like you were burned you push away from Aaron, desperate to create even the illusion of distance between the two of you. You're lucky you don't fall in the fucking pool again but only because of Aaron's quick reflexes, his arm wrapping around your naked waist and urgently pulling you flush against him, thankfully not losing his footing this time.

Terrified, you stare up at him, both of you frozen in this blatantly incriminating position—entirely too close, too intimate for two strangers, a daughter and her father's friend—his palm burning into your naked skin while your dad's footsteps are coming closer, and closer, and closer—

In a last, desperate attempt to save yourself and Aaron from being discovered like this your tardy fight-or-flight response kicks into gear again, urging you to—albeit reluctantly—exit his hold and rush towards the house, fleeing the scene of the crime and leaving poor Aaron to explain what happened to your father.

You don't stop when you run past your dad, only squeaking something unintelligently about getting some dry clothes when his confused voice calls after you, your wet feet almost causing you to slip and fall on the cold and hard marble floor but somehow you make it to the safety of the upper story, making a beeline to the master bedroom's dressing room.

With your heart beating painfully inside your chest, you curl up into a miserable ball of anxiety and regret in the middle of the room, not caring that you're dripping pool water onto the expensive carpeted floor, your shaking hands coming up to cover your face.

What the hell were you thinking? How will you be able to face your father—or worse, Aaron—ever again?!

You press the heels of your hands hard enough against your eyes that stars and shapes overtake the darkness of your vision, contemplating if staying inside this dressing room for the rest of your life is really that bad of an option.

But you're startled back into action when Aaron's calm but carefully controlled voice followed by your father's boisterous laughter travels up the stairs to you and you pick yourself off the floor before hectically digging through your father's clothes until you find something passable for Aaron to change into.

As you descend the stairs, knees weak and threatening to give out underneath you, your anxiety pressing heavily against your chest, you wonder helplessly how you will survive the rest of this day, how you will ever survive seeing Aaron again after today.

Because this afternoon, while he fell in the pool with you, you fell for Aaron Hotchner.

(And he fell in love with you, too.)

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Make it Steamy

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

A weekend at a cabin with your best friend, Simon makes the both you decide to take your friendship to the next level.

cw: MDNI (18+) fingering, oral (f receiving)

You let out a sigh of relief when you enter the cabin you’re going to be sharing with Simon. He brushes past you as he comes in behind you, holding your suitcases that he insisted on carrying. Tension between the two of you was high the entire car ride and you’re wondering if being here alone will finally cause everything to crack and you wonder who will be the first to break. 

You’re sure it’s probably going to be you. You’ve been feeling this way about Simon for so long and you think this is going to be the weekend where you finally make a move. You wonder if he feels it too. You see the looks he gives when he thinks you’re not looking. His hand was on your thigh the entire way up here so that has to mean something, right?

While he sets your bags in your rooms, you decide to take yourself on a tour, checking the place out. Simon booked the reservation and wouldn’t tell you anything so it’s all a surprise. Considering how spacious and nicely decorated the whole thing is, you just know that it had to cost a pretty penny even though it’s not very big. 

You make your way through the kitchen where there’s a sliding glass door that leads out onto a deck. Your eyes see nothing but the giant hot tub and you let out a sigh at how good that would feel on your aching muscles. Your job has been stressing you out and you can literally feel the knots in your shoulders. 

And you can’t help but let your mind wander, letting yourself think about Simon joining you in the hot tub, straddling his waist and-

“I’ve got some bad news,” he says, pulling you out of your dirty thoughts and you’re so startled that you feel like cold water has just been poured on you. 

“What is it?” You ask, turning to face him and he has that face that lets you know that you’re not going to like what he’s going to say. 

“There’s only one bed.” You resist the urge to bite your bottom lip, fighting off the smile when you hear those words. You’ve shared a bed more times than you can count so you don’t see why this is any different. He’s been acting weird the entire day and you can’t figure out why.

“So? We share a bed all the time. I missed your snuggles.” Simon normally loves sharing a bed with you. He loves that you let him hold you, but this time, it’s different. Seeing you in that tank top and short shorts is making his brain short circuit and if he’s around you for too long, he’s afraid of what he’s going to do. 

He wants to pull you close, to feel every inch of your naked body, to bend you over the counter and-

“Hello, Simon?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he shakes his head, reluctantly bringing himself out of the delicious daydream he’s been having for days. If only he was able to stop thinking with his cock. Then maybe he’d actually be able to be around you and not have to constantly go to the bathroom to adjust himself. He’s debating taking a shower and putting on some loud music so he can jack off to get it out of his system. 

“I think I’m gonna get in the hot tub if you want to join,” you tell him as you make your way to the bedroom to change. You don’t have to ask him twice. He makes a beeline for the bedroom and you’re already in the bathroom, surely getting changed. He wonders what little number you’ve packed this time, if you’ll let him take it off of you. 

You stand in the mirror, the bright purple bikini looking a lot better on you than it had in the dressing room. You’ll wonder if he’ll like this one, if it will be left floating in the water as you ride him. Part of you wonders if you should just take a cold shower instead to make yourself a less horny mess. 

You come out of the bathroom, feeling more confident than ever as Simon’s eyes catch on you, slowly moving over your body and your skin burns under his gaze. He looks like he wants to eat you alive and you think you might let him. 

He stands there, frozen and you make your way towards him, batting your eyelashes like you have no idea what you’re doing even though you can clearly see the outline of his cock in his swim trunks. 

“How do I look, Simon?” You ask and his mouth goes dry, all the words he’s ever known fleeing from his head. You look so good, so much so that he’s close to bending you over the bed beside you and having his way with you. 

“Fuck,” he rasps, his eyes moving down to the tops on your breasts. God, what he would give to be able to reach out and touch them. 

“You can touch me,” you tell him, your voice soft as you arch your back ever so slightly. “You can touch me any way you want.” You grab hold of his hands and rest them on your waist, your mind racing with all of the dirty things he could do with just his fingers. 

He doesn’t even care that you’re calling the shots-he actually prefers it. He loves being told what to do, knowing that he’d do whatever command fell from your pretty lips. He’s so in love with you, needs you so badly that he’ll do whatever he needs to in order to please you. 

He’s hypnotized, feeling dizzy as you stare up at him, his eyes now shifting to your lips that he so desperately wants to know the taste of. But he decides he won’t let himself until you tell him to. He just doesn’t want to overstep, to do something that you don’t want even though you’re looking at his lips too.

“Maybe we should get in,” he gulps, jerking his thumb in the direction of the hot tub and you wordlessly take his hand and lead him that way. 

You feel like you’re on a high. You’ve somehow made Simon nervous and you kind of like it, that you were able to completely disarm him with just a few words. You wonder what he’d do if you straddled him in the hot tub, if he would let you fuck him right there. Your mind swirls with all of the possibilities as you both get in, the water bubbling as you sit across from each other. 

The tension is palpable and you can’t help but smirk at the fact that he looks like he wants to eat you whole but he’s restraining himself, holding onto the edge of the bench so hard that his knuckles are white. 

You don’t even last five minutes before you’re making your way over to him. You straddle his lap, each leg landing on each side of his thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands hesitantly land on your waist. You stare at each other, both of you thinking about all of the nasty things you want to do to each other but neither of you are willing to make the first move even though you’re staring at each other’s lips again. 

“Kiss me,” you whisper and he does as you command, not holding back, pouring out everything he’s feeling for you into this kiss. It’s hungry, and desperate as you both take exactly what you want from each other. It’s teeth clinking and hands in hair, filthy moans. 

You can feel hard he is underneath you and you grind against him as a way to tease him. He looks like he’s about to bust and before you can even register what’s happening, he’s carrying you inside, lips still attached as he takes you to the bedroom. 

Once inside, he sets you on your feet, his lips moving down to your neck, kissing his way down your body until he’s on his knees. He goes to untie your bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the floor as he brings his fingers up to your cunt, moving them back and forth in a teasing manner and because you just need some relief, you grab hold of his wrist and shove his fingers inside you, moaning loudly at the sensation and Simon swears he’s going to bust right there. 

“Fuck,” you whine, when he begins to pump harder and harder, seeing how easily you’re able to come undone just from his fingers. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you hold onto him for dear life, feeling your legs already turning to jello. 

“So tight,” he groans, his fingers moving at an even more rapid rate. “Let me fix that for you.” He keeps going, watching you as he fingers you, eating up your pretty moans and the way your throw your head back because of how good it feels. 

He’s hard beyond belief and despite how badly he wants to get inside you, he wants to taste you even more. He wants to watch you writhe as he eats you out, to fuck his face the way he knows you will, you scream with pleasure when you eventually come, his name falling from your lips. 

He watches you orgasm, his ego even bigger because all he used was his fingers. You’re so close to falling to the floor so he pulls his fingers out and steadies you, making sure to lick his fingers clean before he does so. 

“Can I eat you out?” He asks, and you look down at him, your eyes darkening as you do so. “Please.” He’s begging now and you never thought you’d ever get to see Simon Riley in this position. 

“How about it sit on your face?” You ask and he’s on his feet in an instant, throwing himself onto the bed and you join him, kneeling beside him as you take off your bikini top and throw it to the side. 

Simon can’t help but stare at your bare chest, your hard nipples, wondering how someone can be so beautiful. He swears that you’re more beautiful than he imagined, the star in all of his late night fantasies. But even those can’t compare to what’s happening now. 

You lean over and press your lips to his and he can’t help but think about how natural this feels, how he could kiss you for hours and never get bored. This could be what you do for the rest of the night and he wouldn’t complain. 

He’s so in love with you and he wonders how you would respond if he told you the truth. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to sleep with anyone else after tonight, not that he wants to. You’re it for him and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you if you’ll let him.

You pull away before he’s ready then move up by his head, swinging one leg over and before he knows it, you’re sitting on his face and he doesn’t need to be told what to do. He begins at your clit, teasing it with his tongue and just that makes you moan loudly, the sounds almost pornographic and he pulls it into his mouth, giving it a rough suck. 

You must like that because you’re riding his face now, the prettiest sounds falling from your mouth as you do so. His hands move your ass, giving it a squeeze which makes you squeal and Simon can’t help but be amused by that. He then begins to knead, desperate for something to do with his hands. 

You grab hold of the headboard in front of you, as he bites down on your clit, going at it like a man starved and and you can’t help but think that this is the best head you’ve ever received and don’t think you’d ever let anyone do this after tonight. 

Once his mouth moves down to your slit, you already know that you’re going to come again, it’s rapidly approaching and the three words that have been on the tip of your tongue for years are blurted in a breathy confession as you reach yet another orgasm and as soon as the words are out of your mouth, your eyes widen, realizing what you’ve just said. 

You’re quick to climb off of him and his expression matches yours, his eyes just as wide as he takes in the words, really letting them sit. The silence is deafening and you’re silently begging, pleading for him to say something. 

“I meant what I said,” you’re quick to say, not wanting him to think it was just because of the orgasm he just gave you. Before you can even overthink, he smiles, and matches the way you’re sitting, getting on his knees as well. 

“I love you too,” he smiles as a hand reaches up and cradles your face in his hands as he pulls you into a kiss that’s nothing but teeth and giggles because of how happy you both are. “So fucking much.” His swimsuit is off in an instant and he lays you down on the bed, fully intending on showing you just how much. 

You stay like that the rest of the weekend, tangled up in the sheets, whispering just how much you love each other between giggles and sharing stories of when you first fell for each other. The weekend is nothing like you anticipated but you can’t say you’re upset with that. This is everything you ever wished for and exactly what you’ve been wanting your entire life. Needless to say you’ve both earned it.

[sleepyjuice]

Omg imagine everyone outside watching the fireworks but you and JJ are fucking in his room and the lights from the fireworks illuminate him beautifully through the window 😩

PHEW!!! i have a few filled requests sitting in my drafts but i had to write this and get it posted today for the 4th! thank you pookie for this!<3

warnings: 18+!!! unprotected p in v sex, creampie, think that’s it!

“Ah, fuck, JJ, they’re gonna hear us.” You spoke between moans, face smushed into JJ’s pillow as he slammed his cock into you from behind, the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin (even louder than usual in this position) filling the room.

His grip on your hips was tight, his rings cool against your skin creating the perfect contrast to soothe the slight burn from his grip.

“It’s loud as shit out there, baby, the whole fuckin’ island lightin’ off fireworks right now, no one’s gonna hear us.” He assured you, not stopping his movements as he spoke, his voice shaky from his relentless speed.

He was right, it was loud as fuck outside. Fireworks had been going off for at least an hour now and they would surely continue throughout the evening, so you two weren’t missing much.

You didn’t plan on sneaking away with JJ, but apparently he did. Something along the lines of how you were “struttin’ around in that thin ass bikini all damn day.” But you had no complaints.

“I’m close, Jay, oh god.” You whined as his cock continued to hit that perfect spot inside of you, your stomach tightening by the second.

“Yeah? Let me see that pretty face.” He breathed, his hands quickly sliding up your waist, cock still deep inside of you as he flipped you around so you were on your back and you were looking into each other’s eyes.

He had only stopped his movements for maybe three seconds, quickly continuing where he left off, his strong arms planted on both sides of you head as he kept himself up, his abs contracting with every thrust. He was so fucking hot.

Through glossy eyes, you took a moment to really take in the sight of JJ above you. His blonde hair and tan skin was perfectly illuminated by a multitude of different colors that seeped in through the window from outside, fireworks in the distance as well as many that were much closer sparkling in the night sky. You were a done deal.

“Shit— I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop…” You whimpered, your orgasm exploding through your body, similar to the fireworks just outside the window.

Your pussy clenched hard around his cock as his thrusts grew more and more sloppy by the second, his gaze transfixed on your face, flushed cheeks and parted lips as a sequence of soft curses and moans fell from your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“God, you’re so perfect, takin’ my dick so good. Fuckin’ Christ, gonna cum, baby.”

That was more than enough to bring him to his end as well, stilling inside of you as you felt his thick cock twitch, his balls now wet with your cum pressed against your ass as he bottomed out and released inside of you, long hot spurts filling you up.

He grunted loudly as he spilled inside of you, slowly thrusting his cock inside of you a few more times, fucking his cum deeper into your pussy.

You gasped at the feeling, not missing the loud squelching sounds made from his movements, a pool of both of your releases dripping out of you once he finally pulled out.

You were panting, your naked chest rising and falling rapidly as you worked to catch your breath, properly and perfectly fucked.

“Shit,” JJ breathed, dipping his head to kiss your swollen lips sweetly before leaning back and grabbing a towel to clean you up.

“God bless America, ain’t that right?”

“JJ, shut the fuck up.”