Hope everyone is doing good! I've been so super busy this weekend (then i got sick sunday yay me) but im working on my Alpha! Simon WIP and my summer yuuta fic! Let me know if you've got any inquiries or asks hehe
Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.
I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.
Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.
Warnings: Infidelity, exhibitionism (outside), Yuuta is the lonely housewife slayer fight me
A/N: I'm back babies with Pool boy Yuuta for the lovely Wet Hot Slimeball summer block party collab event! My prompt was 'Humid' so I hope I captured the theme and everyone enjoys! @bastardblvd (look at Yuuta holding the pool skimmer! Im pretty proud of my editing skills)
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likes, reblogs, and comments are much appreciated
âGod they need to do something about this global warming shitâ You thought as the sun beat down. It had been storming over the last week in Grimetown so the humidity was intense; thick like you were being compressed and forced to breathe the water evaporating from the ground. And with the storms came strong winds, knocking small branches and a whole heap of leaves into the once pristine blue water of your pool. You had made plans to clean it outâŠsoon, maybe ask that big man that stole your package and stuffed that block party flier in your mailbox to fix it, had really planned to ask your husband to do it before he left for two weeks on a âbusiness tripâ. It would be comical to believe that these trips were for business at this point, your husband coming home one too many times smelling of perfume that wasnât the scent you wore. Something cheap and cloying that set a stone in your stomach. But you liked your life, all your bills were paid and your husband still treated you like you were his world, why bother rocking the boat over some whore? Heâll get bored with her eventually and come crawling back, take you on some big vacation as a secret sorry and itâll be done with.
So here you were lounging on one of your pool chaises trying and failing to read your book with your brain a frenzy of thoughts when you vaguely heard a knock on the gate. You pulled on the slipcover for your bikini and went to open the hefty latch to the privacy fence. The sudden heat to your skin wasnât from the sun beating down or the suffocating humidity, but most certainly from the man in front of you with a pool skimmer propped up on his shoulder.Â
âIâm Yuuta Okkotsu from Grimetown Pool and Landscaping, sorry for the intrusion but I tried the front door and no one answeredâ. He seemed about your age, maybe a year or two younger, with sweet dark eyes and a handsomely cut jaw. Obviously fit under the company t-shirt that hugged his body. You bit your cheek slightly to try and keep your thoughts in check and not written across your face as you extended your hand to his to shake and introduced yourself.Â
âIâm guessing youâre the poor soul that they sent to come clean my disaster of pool?â You asked opening the gate a bit wider for him.
âThatâs what was on my schedule for today maâam,â He said with a sheepish smile as he fumbled to close the gate latch behind him and followed you over to the poolside.
âAnd in this humidity too? Yikes,â You empathized, taking a discarded magazine from the table and fanning yourself as he surveyed the mess.Â
âThis will probably take a day or two to clean out and get balanced again,â Yuuta said with a determined look set on his face.Â
âPlease, take all the time you needâ You requested, pulling the slip from your bikini off, âIâm assuming the husband will just write a check for whateverâ.Â
âR-Right, of courseâ He stammered, a rosy hue to his cheeks as he not so subtly looked you up and down. But he didnât look away from your gaze when you made eye contact, going so far as to take a small step forward. You gave him a soft alluring smile before slipping your sunglasses on and lounging back in your chair.
âThis humidity is a killer, let me know if you need anythingâ You commented as he pulled his phone from his pocket, assumedly to call his boss and tell them the plan.
âOh I will, donât worry,â He said with a lowkey promise in his tone that had you clenching.Â
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An hour or two passed as he pulled out branches and skimmed the pool, the humidity absolutely baring down and making the air thick. You were glad for the sunglasses because you couldnât help but stare when he stripped off his shirt. Sweat ran down his neck to the dip in his collarbones before rolling down his chest and chiseled abdomen, your eyes tracing the wet path down as you unconsciously clenched your legs together. You reached for your drink and realized the glass was empty, the ice slowly melting at the bottom.
âYuuta, would you like a drink? Take a break in the a/c for a minute?â You called over as you gather your stuff to head back inside away from this killer heat.Â
âSure that would be greatâ He replied, pulling the skimmer from the water and setting it aside before quickly following you as you lead him in through the back door to the kitchen. The cool was a relief from the stagnant heat hovering around outside, Yuuta gratefully taking the towel you handed him and wiped his face and neck.Â
âWater? Lemonade?â You asked as you opened the refrigerator, pulling the pitcher out and refilling your own glass.
âLemonade is great, thanksâ He huffed as he sat back in one of the bar chairs, pushing his damp black hair back away from his face. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât ogle for a moment, quickly turning away when looked up at you and filled the glass you pulled down for him. He said thank you again as you handed it to him, watching as he took a few big gulps of the cold liquid, his Adam's apple bobbing as he drank greedily.Â
âYou know Yuuta, I really wish my husband had a job like yours,â You commented, taking the seat next to him.
âOh? And whyâs that?â He asked, surprise in his tone but something curious and almost heated sparkling in his dark eyes. Damn, how could he be this pretty?
âWell, heâs always gone and I think the finance industry is making him dishonestâ You admitted, casually messing with your discarded sunglasses on the island. The worst has already happened, at this point, you didnât care about throwing yourself out there as you gently touched his fingers resting next to yours.Â
âIâd be dishonest too if I got a house like this and a wife like youâ He commented, a rosy hue to his cheeks though he didn't pull his hand away when you expected him to.Â
âBut the house is always so empty, it's lonely here⊠all by myself,â You said tracing one of your manicured nails up his hand to his forearm, goosebumps breaking across his skin, âHe gives me everything I want but nothing that I needâ. Yuuta turned slightly, leaning in close enough that a gasp escaped you, his dark eyes swimming with something you wanted to be devoured by.
âAnd what is it that you need?â He murmured, his lips close enough that you would only have to lean in an inch or two to feel them against yours, âLove? Good dick?â. It felt as if someone had lit a fire in your cheeks and it was rapidly traveling to the spot between your legs, your breath not filling your lungs anymore as his hand moved to your bare thigh. Your hands were shaking as you tried to take a drink from your glass, a small splash of lemonade running down your mouth to your chest. You squeaked out a soft moan when you felt his warm tongue against your skin, his mouth following the sour liquid down to the curve of your breast and sucking lightly in a soft kiss. Gripping his arms to keep yourself steady, he smiled up at you, that seemingly innocent shy boy smile from earlier. âIs that a yes?â.
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âYuuta! Fuck!â You cried as he bottomed out inside of you for what seemed like the hundredth time today, you both barely able to get out of your bed this morning.
âYou really never get tired do you?â He said with a chuckle, hissing as your walls squeezed around him, âCanât even get my job doneâ. Heâs right, hadnât even gotten the chemicals ready for the pool before he was spread on the chaise lounge for you again, your thong bikini shredded by his eager hands and thrown somewhere in the yard. You were both slick with sweat from the heat, humidity ever present as you devoured each other for your neighbors on both sides to hear. His hands were rough against your ass as he squeezed and help you along to take his length, your hands on his sweaty chest as you bounced, spearing yourself on him again and again like you were possessed.Â
âYouâre just⊠so goodâ You moaned as he pulled you down to press against him, nipping his teeth across your throat and thrusting up into you.Â
âOh, youâre so good too beautiful, so fucking hotâ He groaned, feeling your slick leaking out and running down to coat his balls in creamy white. He was so deep inside, carving out a place only his cock could satisfy, rutting into your soft walls like an animal. You couldnât get enough as you moved your hips against his, his hand going up to wipe the drool from your lips as you fell apart.
âWith a pussy like this I might just get obsessed,â He said his voice turning to a growl as you raised up again, his dark eyes seeming to grow darker as he watched your breasts bounce and the sweat rolling down your skin. âBut youâd like that, wouldnât you?â. You nodded, groaning out a soft yes as the flames of your climax licked up your spine, your brain foggy with the heat and the pleasure buzzing through your bloodstream. If only your âhusbandâ could see you right now, being ravaged into a puddle in this primal humidity.As if he heard your thoughts, your phone began to ring. You didnât think to pick up, only looked when you saw Yuutaâs hand move. His hand wrapped around it, squeezing the volume button until it buzzed on silent, flipping it over. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you down to lay against his chest again, practically growling as he pressed your face to his throat and fucked so deep into you you could feel him battering your cervix. The sound that broke from your lips as you creamed around his cock was something you hadnât heard before, breathy and wild.
âThatâs right baby, cum on my cock as much as you wantâ He panted, his hands running soothingly up your back despite him still hammering into your sensitive pussy, âIâm your husband now, Iâll make him disappear and you'll be all mine won't you?â.
