#summr

[sturniolobananas1]

my new summer friend.

how we met...

warnings: cussing

word count: 1204

maui was warm in a way where you could feel the heat radiating into your skin, but it doesnt burn. it felt like a hug from your truly missed best friend qho is back home in the east.

your skin glows under the bright light as you walk through the 7-11 doors, looking for your one true love of the summer, the pina-colada slushy.

you look over the machine looking for your slushy, "YES!" you scream without thinking. and a boy next to you flinches and gives you a dirty look. his hair is brown, but damp so it black, and headphones hang loosely around his neck. you can see the water droplets hitting his nose from his hair dripping.

"sorry, didnt mean to yell, this shit hasnt been in stock for days." you say holding up the drink talking to the boy. "yeah, no worries." he says, giving you a faint nod. "my names y/n." you say, giving him your attention. "chris, nice to meet you y/n." he says holding out his hand. "im on vacation." you say abrubtly. "same. im staying at the crestmont hotel." he says. "NO FUCKING WAY! so am i!" you say covering your mouth realizing youve screamed again. "should we say our room numbers at the same time?" you say enthusiastically. "sure." he says. "1, 2, 3." you say in sync "356", "360" you say. "youre kidding. 4 rooms down?" you say. "i guess so, neighbor." he says smiling.

you check out your slushy, and walk out of the store with chris. you get the vibes that chris is shy, and you love that. you love talking, and you love a good listener.

you and chris walk the short distance back to the hotel, and stride to your rooms. "wanna room tour?" he asks. "yeah!" you respond. you arrive to chris' door 356 and he stops when pushing the handle down. "oh, uh also, i have 2 brothers." he opens the door and you stand in the door frame mouth open. "uh- why is there 3 of you..." you say pointing to his brothers." "actually, there is 3 of me." you hear. "im nick, the first born triplet." he says walking over to you, holding his hand out. "y/n, nice to meet you." i say looking him up and down. "chris who is this diva you brought to our room." he says whipping his head around with a wide smile. he shrugs.

"im matt, the 2nd born." he says sitting on the edge of a bed. "y/n. nice to meet you matt." i say. "and i am chris the 'baby' triplet." chris says bowing.

its now 6:39, "lets go to the secret beach." chris says amidst our 29th round of would you rather.

nick squints at him. “what secret beach?”

“the one with the old sailboat and the rope swing,” chris says, eyes wide with excitement. “the guy at the pool told me about it. it’s like… totally hidden.”

you sit up so fast your slushy nearly spills. “why are we still inside?! this is literally what i was born for.”

within ten chaotic minutes, you're all rushing around the room like some low-budget surf movie montage. you ran back into their room after sprinting to your room and put on the most mismatched bathing suit on. someone’s wearing socks with sandals. someone brought two whole boxes of pop-tarts “just in case.” the bluetooth speaker is dying, but you’re determined to bring it anyway.

matt insists he knows a shortcut. he doesn't. you end up walking twenty minutes longer than needed, through someone’s backyard, over lava rock, and under a tunnel of palm leaves that feels more like a jungle than a trail. nick tries to facetime a friend to prove he’s outside, but gives up when he realizes there’s no signal. you and chris are walking ahead, talking about dumb stuff like top 3 slushy flavors and whether you'd rather have webbed toes or glow-in-the-dark freckles.

finally, you reach it.

secret driftwood beach.

and it’s beautiful.

the sand’s soft and warm, not hot-hot, just the kind of warm that makes you want to lay down in it and nap forever. a real sailboat—tilted on its side like it gave up halfway into a storm—is resting at the edge of the dunes. there’s a rope swing dangling from a curved tree, and the water looks like someone spilled melted sapphires into the ocean.

nick runs straight toward the swing yelling something dramatic. matt tosses his towel down like a cape. you stand still for a second, just breathing.

chris looks over at you and smiles, soft. “worth it?”

you grin. “best idea you could've ever had.”

everyone spreads out. the sun starts its descent, turning everything a little golden, a little magical. you sit on a beach towel next to chris while he draws lines in the sand with a stick. you talk about random things—your favorite ice cream, the weirdest dreams you’ve had lately, the fact that neither of you has a working sunscreen bottle. he listens. he really listens. and even though he’s quiet, you don’t feel awkward. you feel like maybe he’s just letting you take up space.

you suddenly leap up and grab the swing, yelling, “i am a pelican!” before launching into the ocean. the splash is dramatic. nick howls from the sand. “what the hell—who says that?”

“me,” you say, spitting saltwater. “i say that.”

“you’re so weird, i love it,” he calls back.

matt joins in and the splash war is immediate. you try to dunk chris, who squeals and nearly falls backward but grabs your wrists. for a second, he just holds on, water dripping down both your faces, and then lets go. not because he wants to, but because nick cannonballs into both of you.

you all float, drift, laugh.

as the sky melts from orange to purple, you’re wrapped in towels sitting around the old sailboat, passing around soggy cheetos and talking about high school. about ghost stories that somehow feel scarier now that it's dark. but your hometowns never come into the talk, and you all decide its better that way.

you lean your head against the driftwood and sigh. chris is beside you, eyes on the horizon.

he looks over at you and says quietly, “this might be the best day of my trip so far.”

you don’t say anything.

you just nudge his foot with yours, and smile like you already knew.

AGHHHHHHHHHHHH IM DONE!

lmk how you like and what else i should do!

credits to the beautiful, awesome, and sexy @bernardsbendystraws for making these beautiful dividers! ily queen.

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[unlikelyback]

BS bingo summer

[menchupicarzo]

Lo quiero

[davidcorensweet]

"whenever I talk to you, I'm just happy"

[diamondeater]

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[phoenixstar111]

Diva!

[sracha]

💀 My Hound piece for @rwbyprism ! 💀

[vintagecamping]

Two Scouts hide from the heat in their tent.

Monongalia County, West Virginia

1960

[fakebalencis]

me n her

[vrtlworld]

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[sunniques]

Just my dirty thoughts and need on Mr. Lee jihoon, Woozi. Loving, worshipping every part of him and making love.

Woozi in a white tank top with his big chest and hard nipples that's begging to be played with and he just be sleeping and walking around shirtless normally...I-I just wanna take his third leg in my mouth while he is still standing cooking our breakfast. Till I can brush and take a sniff of pubes.

Standing like a hunk loser he is, can't decide wether to surrender to the pleasure of his manhood hitting the back of my throat and shoot his cum down my throat or keep on with his fake nonchalant attitude and keep cooking while holding back panting n moaning. Well.. yk wht I think he might just stop cooking and just start face fucking me, with his gold necklace bouncing of his big chest that just keep on flexing and jiggling while his hips snap forward, into my mouth.

The only thing that he'll be venting to me is how drained he is feeling the next day...yhhmmm sir I'm loving you like how you deserve it. While he's doing the laundry imma suck it, hanging his clothes outside to dry it imma suck it, while he doing his pull up, suck it, when he's doing push up my mouth open ready to envelope his cock with this warm wet hole. While he is sunbathing beside the pool, im not just gonna suck him off, no, imma brush my face into his pubes and not miss a single part of his manhood that i wouldn't take a sniff. I'm gonna take it further even to suffocate myself and lick the saltiness of his armpit sweat as my lunch.

At night on our bed his fat cock will be bury deep in my cunt and shall never leave this gifted heaven sensation that he and I deserve. The stretch, the dragging, the sharing of each other moist, dark eyes, flushed cheeks out of breath, hot and warm air shared into our parted lips and touches the skin of our body. This is a bedroom song and the surface of the room is the witness of this divine work.

Animalistic behavior at its best, the sense of humanity has been thrown out before passing the threshold of this heavenly ceremony door. Need the fluid of this blessed man to spread paint inside of me. Milking the man with the dragging of my walls around his magnificent organ. We can go on five rounds, I can see vision, by the fifth round the blessed man will be laid fragile on his back, his chiseled sweat cover body and perky pink muscle chest rises up and down catching for air, sturdy arm draped over his face as he is overwhelmed by his human heaven work onto his cock.

- summr

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[manixn]

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[cashmoneyshorty]