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Got hit with: Depression, urges to relapse, home sickness, anxiety, ocd flare up, and to top that off I’m about to go on a 14 hour drive in a few days to spend over a week at my fucking despicable grandparents house. And because of all that I’m having a hard time masking my autism. Life is so fun right now.
Alright, just letting yall know that I’ll be taking a break for a second, but hopefully not too long. I need a break from the community and I’m dealing with some personal issues right now that are affecting my motivation to general life, not just writing, so I think it’s best I take a minute for myself.
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*cough cough* 2000s Izzy on a beach with a younger girlfriend *cough cough* smut *cough cough*
A/N: Now that classes are out I can write again! This is the longest fic I've ever written but I don't feel totally confident in it. Also, to anyone from Costa Rica, I really did try to figure out the geography, however, I absolutely suck at geography. I'm really sorry. Hope you all enjoy! (I'm also finally making a tag list so comment or dm me if you want to be added)
Cool Moonlight
warnings: my awful sense of geography, sexually explicit content, long-ish lead up to the smut, protected piv sex, some begging, some orgasm denial, voyerism mentioned, oral sex (f! receiving), vibrator used in sex, semi-public/public sex, lots of nipple stimulation, saliva, no use of y/n for reader
word count: 5.1k
It was a random Saturday. For you, Saturdays meant no work, no responsibilities and quality time with Izzy. When you woke up that morning you were alone. That itself was odd, you usually woke up with him holding you. Some mornings Izzy got up before you to get breakfast, but Izzy wasn't in the house at all which was abnormal. He had left a little note on the bedside table that read "Be back later. Love you."
You decided on opening the book you had been enjoying as of late; laying back down, you settled in while you waited for him to return from where he'd disappeared to.
Lost in your book you didn't notice the front door open and close. Izzy walked through the house to your bedroom and set your suitcase down at the end of the bed.
You looked up at him, "Hey, babe, what's up?" You eyed the suitcase a little warily. You knew that in his youth Izzy made lots of abrupt choices, but as he had grown older and got sober, he tended to be more deliberate. He just smiled and leaned down to kiss your cheek.
"Nothing much. I just wanted to take a little trip with you." Looking up at him a puzzled expression painted your face.
"So you left the house for hours and dug my suitcase out of the garage? For what kind of trip Iz?"
A wry smile overtook his face, "You'll see."
Rolling your eyes you playfully pouted, ignoring him. Izzy chuckled at your reaction,"You've got about two hours until we need to be at the airport," he said grinning.
Your eyes returned to him, clearly shocked. "What?!"
His eyes crinkled as his smile got even wider, "Plan to dress… hot and humid." When it finally sank in, you threw back the sheets and started scrambling to pack. Izzy watched you start to stumble about the bedroom, gathering tank tops, shorts, bikinis, underwear, flip flops and sundries.
You paused only to ask, "How long are we gonna be away for?"
He pretended to think, "Ohh, say about two weeks? There'll be a place to do laundry so you don't need to over pack." After thinking about it for a moment, you went back to gathering items and throwing them into your open suitcase on the floor.
Between eating breakfast and organizing your suitcase, two hours passed quickly. By the time you needed to get in the car to go — wherever Izzy planned — you were ready. At least as ready as you could get with what hints that he had given you. You only had "hot and humid" and "two weeks" to go off of. It made you feel a little anxious.
Izzy carried the suitcases into the trunk of the car. He opened the passenger car door for you, allowing you to get comfortable on the leather seat. He shut it behind you, sliding into the drivers seat and backing out of the garage. You were jittery, fiddling with your finger nails in your lap.
Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he placed the other on your thigh, "It's okay, sugar. It's meant to be a gift. There's nothing to worry about. I've taken care of everything for you."
You looked down at your hands. You liked it when Izzy took care of you, but this brought it to a whole different level than breakfast in bed or random gifts. The two of you sat in silence, with the radio on, until he drove into the parking garage of the airport.
Getting out of the car, Izzy unloaded the suitcases. Bag check was easy and airport security felt like a blur. Izzy's and your carry-on were approved quickly. As you left airport security, he led you through the terminal, still refusing to tell you where you were going. You continued to blindly follow him, watching the gates pass, wondering which one he would stop at.
After a while of walking around the terminal you came to gate B13. The electric sign above the gate read: Daniel Oduber International Airport, Costa Rica." You looked over at Izzy in shock, "We're going to Costa Rica? This is your idea of a "little" vacation?"
He just shrugged his shoulders, "I know you've been struggling recently with school and work. I wanted to do something nice for you. I already coordinated with everyone who needed to know you were leaving." Throwing yourself at him, you embraced him. It was true you had been going through it with balancing your job and school responsibilities. He ruffled your hair and gave you a squeeze back.
The gate was packed but the two of you were able to find two open spots to sit near the gate. While you waited for boarding to begin, you had a meal from one of the myriad of restaurants near B13. Before long your boarding group was called and you got on the plane. Izzy took your hand in his once you both were settled in your seats. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. Both carry-on bags went under the seats and you sat back for the flight.
After takeoff, you read while leaning your head on Izzy's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and played with your hair. Before you knew it, you were asleep. While you slept Izzy made sure your neck was supported. Even though he hid it, he was feeling a little nervous about the trip. He'd worked hard to plan everything out for you and he hoped that you would like it. The flight was smooth and so was landing. As the plane taxied on the tarmac he gently nudged you awake.
"Baby, we're here," he spoke softly. Groggily, you came to. With no bags on board other than your backpack, you two got off the plane and walked to baggage claim. It took a few minutes for the bags to come out, but they were easy to find.
With your bag in hand you started heading towards an exit, but Izzy lead you in a different direction. He was leading you in the direction of the car rentals. He'd pre-planned renting a car to use for the duration of the trip. Izzy got the keys from a man at the kiosk. Izzy twirled the keys in his hand while you walked through rows of cars to the sedan Izzy had chosen to rent. He took your bag from you, opened the passenger door and motioned for you to get in. He put the bags in the back of the car, sat in the drivers seat, and put the key in the ignition.
He drove out and away from the concrete structure of the airport and into the beauty that is Costa Rica. You admired the view from your window, first the places near the airport and eventually the wilderness. Izzy turned on the air conditioning as you watched trees fly by. It was odd not knowing where you were going. Izzy was still refusing to give you any hints or idea of where you were headed. After about an hour and a half you reached a beach.
"It's called Playa Flamingo," Izzy told you happily. He drove past villas and a resort, driving along a gravel road. The sun was setting over the sea and by the time he stopped and parked the car in front of a house, it was almost dark. The house was smaller, plainer than the ones you had passed. More Izzy's style. Getting out of the car, the smell of the ocean filled your senses. It was comforting and gentle.
While you admired the scenery, Izzy had gotten the suitcases and taken them inside. Taking off your shoes, you stepped inside. The tile floor was cool against the bottoms of your feet. The house was shaded, cold and refreshing compared to the balmy air outside. You trailed after Izzy into a large master bedroom. He set the luggage down, turning to you. He embraced you, settling his hands on your hips. He pulled your body flush with his, close as could be. It was a sweet gesture after the long, exhausting day of travel.
Izzy's voice was quiet and a little hoarse, "It's getting late. We should sleep."
You nodded; the tiredness of the day was catching up to you. Shedding his clothes, Izzy stepped towards the attached bathroom, "Shower?" You grabbed your toiletries and followed wordlessly, shedding your clothes as you went. The both of you were very drained after the busy day.
The shower was full of comfortable silence and steam. He washed you; you washed him. It was short and domestic, one of those small moments of comfortability. After the shower ended, the two of you stumbled into bed. He pulled you into his chest and you slipped into a deep sleep.
The next morning you awoke to the weight of Izzy next to you, the sunlight streaming over you, and the light cotton sheets against your bare skin. Just laying there, you felt restored. You felt so lucky to be here. Izzy always treated you well, but this outdid anything he had over done. Contentedly you listened to his breathing.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
After a while he started to stir with a groan. A small smiled danced across your face. "Morning, Iz." He snuggled closer into you in response. The two of you spent the morning by having breakfast, the afternoon relaxing in the house, wandering on the beach, and the evening preparing to watch the sunset. Izzy had other things planned for the two weeks but he wanted to take the first day or two slow.
As the evening approached, Izzy brought you into the bedroom. "I have something for you." You smiled, feeling so special. He rummaged around in his suitcase and pulled out a beautiful, long sundress.
"Babe, would you mind putting this on for dinner?" You took it from him and started taking off your clothes. He appreciated the view while you stripped. When you slid the dress on, he smiled genuinely at you, "You look stunning."
Blushing, you let out a little, "Thank you."
The two of you went back through the bedroom and onto the porch of the house. It was right on the ocean with breathtaking views of the beach. In the middle of the porch there was a table where you and Izzy laid out dinner. Both of your chairs were angled towards the horizon.
It all made your heart feel warm. Izzy truly treated you like a princess. You were young, but even in your dating experience, no one had ever treated you like this. "Thank you Izzy. This really means a lot to me."
"Of course. You deserve it." Izzy said as he pulled out one of the chairs, motioning for you to sit. He was really doing everything for you this entire trip. You put food on your plates and started eating
During dinner you made lighthearted conversation. You talked about plans for the trip: nature walks and snorkeling and zip lining. Already you felt more relaxed than you did back home. It was nice to have a break. The sun had almost began to set. Streaks of pinks, oranges, and purples began to show across the sky. You were watching the marbled colors, but Izzy was watching you.
To him you were more beautiful than any sunset or beach that ever had, does, or would exist. You caught him staring but he didn't look away. You ducked your head a little and his smile widened.
He could see the meal winding down as you finished your food. "Want to go for a walk?"
"Sure." He stood, offering his hand. You happily took it and the two of you walked down the steps onto the sand.
Stepping off the stairs, your feet sank into the cool sand, soft and powdery. Holding hands, you and Izzy walked quietly down the length of the beach. It was dotted with little clusters of trees and sand for miles. Every once and a while he would kiss your hand, or your face. He always showered you with affection no matter the situation.
Walking among the trees and sand, you continued staring at the sky. The sun sank further towards the sea, making the colors become darker, more apparent. Reaching another cluster of trees, Izzy slowly spun you around to face him. He backed you up against one of the trees.
His mouth was so gentle on yours, he savored the taste of you and the feel of you in his hands. You allowed him to lead you, relaxing into his mouth, body, and his control.
Izzy pulled away to kiss along your jaw, his tone quietly desperate, "Been thinking about this all day." You twisted your hands into his hair. He dropped down to his knees on the sand in front of you. He dipped under your long skirt, burying himself between your legs. He kissed your upper thighs, every so often leaving a little bite. As he made his way up farther, you gathered your dress in your hands. Your hands grasped at the fabric and low moans flew from your lips. Soon he was leaving hickeys all over your inner and upper thighs. You realized they would for sure would show if you wore a bikini or shorts. You weren't entirely sure you cared.
Izzy steadied his hands on your hips and raised one of your thighs over his shoulder. You adjusted to being slightly off balance, using the tree behind you for support. Feeling the rough bark against your back only added to the pleasure. When he began licking over your clit, being soft for now, you leaned even further into the tree. He began to suck your clit, adding pressure and more stimulation.
The moment your hips started grinding against his face though, he stopped. He came out from under your skirt and he stood, a bugle clearly visible through the light canvas of his shorts. His hands immediately went to your hips and he hoisted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist. As he got older he took better care of himself and was still quite strong. He carried you deeper into the little patch of trees. The sun had almost set, the tall trees casting shadows. Izzy lowered you back to your feet in the middle of the trees, secluded from the rest of the world.
You were faced with a picnic blanket and a medium sized wooden box. You looked at it in surprise, "How did you get this all done?"
That classically wry Izzy smile slipped onto his face, whispering into your ear, "A magician never reveals his secrets." You hugged him. For the millionth time this trip you thought you were truly privileged have him in your life. He spoiled you rotten at every single chance he got.
The best part was that it wasn't mindless spoiling, it was always intentional. It wasn't expensive gifts for the purpose of flashing money, it was thoughtful. Taking you on a tropical vacation, handling everything for you, making sure you were going to feel relaxed and have a good time. His past may be a mess, but his present was entirely devoted.
He kissed your neck from where he stood behind you, lightly grinding against you. He guided you down onto the blanket, one hand supported your back and the other curved around supporting your neck.
Izzy's tongue caressed yours as he laid you all the way down. Izzy wasted no time in rucking the dress up over your shoulders and over your head. The sun had gone down enough to bathe the beach in dusk, the sun having dipped just below the horizon. The trees around you created their own oasis that enveloped you. Between those two things, if someone happened to get a glance, they wouldn't be able to make out much.
Still, someone being able to quietly watch you and Izzy, together, from just beyond the treeline was enticing.
Izzy broke the kiss to take off his shirt and to grab stuff from the box. He pulled out towels and a small black bag. From the black bag he pulled a small bullet vibrator. "What're you gonna do with that, Iz?" you smirked at him.
A smile danced across his features, "You'll see. Just lay back and relax, baby." You followed his instruction, spreading your legs prettily for him on the blanket, giving him the full view.
He clicked the vibrator on to the lowest setting and touched it right below one of your breasts, on your ribs. It tickled a little, but caused the warm feeling of arousal to spread further though your body. He led the tip of the toy down your torso and stomach to just below your hip bone. You squirmed a little at the feeling but Izzy held your hip still. His head dipped down near your chest. He licked over your nipple, a little noise fell from your lips. Izzy gathered spit in his mouth and let it drip onto your now pebbled nipple. Obscenely the saliva ran down the swell of your breast.
When he moved his mouth away, even though it was humid, the wetness still felt cold. Izzy blew gently on it while he ran the vibrator from your hip and over the front of your pubic bone. It caused wetness to drip from your cunt onto the flannel blanket underneath you.
He moved the vibrator up to your other nipple, running the blunt end in circles around your areola — not touching the peak of it. "Izzyy" you whined.
"Desperate already?" he said chuckling. But he relented and ran it directly over the tip of your nipple. You gasped. He pressed down a little harder and turned the intensity up one. You continued to whine, you could see a wet spot through his tan shorts and noticed they had become even tighter in the crotch area. He straddled himself over your hips, effectively pinning you down, continuing the assault on one breast while his saliva continued to send a cooling sensation through the nerves on the other. He ground down slightly on your stomach, chasing just a little friction.
You tried to buck up against him but it was futile, his weight on top of you held your lower abdomen and hips in place. No matter what, there was no way to get any friction between your legs. Your chest arched up into the toy as you writhed. Pleasure was building and your cunt was throbbing, begging for any attention. He used the hand not occupied by the toy to brace himself over you and latch onto the other nipple. With the vibrator he continued the little circles and pressure, and with his mouth he grazed his teeth over the tip of your nipple.
You wriggled under his weight, fully at his mercy, "Please, please, Izzy."
He paused the motions with his mouth, "Please what, baby. Use your words."
Frustration clouded your mind and body but you tried, "Touch me."
Izzy observed from above you, "Specifics, baby."
You huffed, "Fuck me."
Izzy smiled, clearly pleased. "See? Good girls who ask get what they want." He moved himself off of you and took the vibrator away from your chest. He clicked it up one more and now dragged it down your breast.
You groaned knowing that Izzy would want to drag this out. He trailed the toy down your abdomen to your upper thigh. Izzy moved it closer to your inner thigh, moving it in spirals. Your pelvis jolted at the contact. "Stay still, baby." He spent a few more minutes teasing you, bringing the toy up and down your inner thigh, just grazing the edge of where you needed him to be. You continued to keen, becoming bothered.
You mumbled his name, "Izzy, Izzy, just do it please!" After a few more minutes he turned off the vibrator. He wiped it off with one of the towels and put in the black bag from where it came. He stood, sliding off his underwear and beach shorts, positioning his body between your legs.
Even though Izzy was older he was always passionate in bed. He reached back into the box and pulled out a condom. He tore it open and slid it onto himself with ease. Izzy moved above you, giving you a gentle kiss while positioning himself. He used one hand to hold himself up so his weight wasn't crushing you, and with the other he guided the head of his cock to your entrance.
He went in slowly, just until the head was inside. He then slid in and out slowly, almost teasing you. His movements were shallow and didn't hit that deep spot inside of you. You could feel the tip dragging against your walls, stretching your entrance. You arched towards Izzy, pressing back into the blanket. He settled his unoccupied hand on your waist.
You could feel the humidity and hear him panting above you. His hand trailed from your waist down to the crease of your knee and used his leverage to move it over his hip. Each time his body rocked into yours he went slightly deeper.
Your moans began to get even more whiny. "C'mon Izzy." He buried his face into the crease of your neck, dragging his teeth along your collarbone and leaving open mouthed kisses. You groaned into the cool air. Right under your collarbone he began to suck, his teeth rubbed against your skin, sending sparks flooding through your body. You whined louder, unintentionally rolling your hips, seeking for him to go deeper.
Izzy could no longer hold back and thrust all the way into you. You keened loudly, "Fuck, Izzy, Fuck!" He kept a medium pace but he was now fully sliding inside and back out. Warbled pleas fell from your lips. He was hitting the right spot, but not quickly enough.
"Izzyy."
"Yes, love?" he panted. You rattled around in your head to try to get words to come out of your mouth "Faster," you breathed out. He changed his angle slightly and you moaned. You forced your brain to form words, sentences, and to get them to come coherently out of your mouth. "P-please faster." His hips kept their steady rhythm. You did your best to slow down and control your breathing.
Hopefully, if you had some control of your breath and focused on it, you could articulate your words. "Faster. Fuck me faster!"
Finally, just like you asked, he sped up. He slammed into you quickly, not only going faster but harder too. His grunts and groans became louder, less controlled. One of his hands traveled down and caressed over your clit and labia. More whimpers fell out of your mouth. Izzy relished each one. He was getting closer himself, but he was determined to make sure you had a good time. Due to his age, he could usually only go one or two rounds, but he made up for it by making them last forever and making it the best he possibly could.
Your whole body began to get that fuzzy feeling. It disconnected you from everything except Izzy, where you two connected and the physical sensation of his hands and cock. You were hurtling fast towards your orgasm. Your body was tightening, grabbing at the blanket underneath you. You'd stopped registering the noises coming out of your mouth as yours long ago.
"Not yet, baby." You returned to focusing on your breathing, on your hand grabbing the soft flannel fabric, how the fabric felt under you. You held off the pleasure flooding through you, threatening to flow and overtake you. Izzy's grunts were distracting your effort to hold off. His sounds affected you just as much as yours affected him. Air puffed in and out of his lungs in grunts and moans.
You barely recognized the desperate words coming out of your mouth, "Iz, Izzy!" To him, you saying his name like that, in that tone, was delicious. He loved hearing it and since the first time he did, he knew he could never live without it. You were squeezing his cock, trying so dearly not to cum. Simply because he told you to. Izzy got off on the fact you were at his mercy, and you were begging so pretty, how could he not let you have it?
"Let go, sugar. Let go for me." You immediately let go. You focused fully on Izzy. Your whole body locked up, your cunt spasmed and the beginning of your orgasm rushed over you like syrupy honey. It was entirely powerful. You stopped breathing, feeling like the wind was knocked out of you. You could do nothing but let it rush over you like a violent wave on a beach. You were frozen, unable to move, entirely caught up in the pleasure. As your climax came to an end, you went boneless. Like someone shoved cotton into your head, you could feel nothing except the beautiful rush of neurotransmitters that come after a mind blowing orgasm
It was so captivating that you hadn't even registered Izzy spilling into the condom and pulling out of you. He pulled off the condom, tying a little knot in it with his skilled fingers. He flopped down next to you, clearly exhausted. You rolled to press up against him limply. "You okay baby?" he asked. You let out a small affirmative hum in response.
The two of you laid there for a while, just listening to the wind and the waves. You melted into it, into the salty air, into the sweat covering your bodies, into the sound of crickets and wildlife, into the warmth of Izzy's still naked body next to you. You lost the concept of time in the afterglow of your orgasm. You felt the hot, humid air surrounding you, with the occasional breeze drifting along your body, cooling you as sweat evaporated. The leaves of the trees and other foliage rustled in the wind.
Izzy reached his hand out for yours, searching in the now darkness, the sun having fully set. You laced your fingers in his. He pulled your hand to his mouth and pressed a chaste, loving kiss to the back of it. Izzy sat up, you could see an outline of him in the dark and feel his gaze oriented in your direction.
"Ready to go back to the house?" Again you hummed affirmatively in response. Slowly sitting up you took note of your body; you were sweaty and sandy. Sure, you were satisfied with the sex but you felt a little gross. Izzy busied himself putting everything back in the box. He would probably come back for it tomorrow. He was way too exhausted to try to come back for it tonight. You attempted to stand up, only to realize you were wobbly and weak.
Izzy immediately tended to you, "Just relax, baby." So you remained sitting.
He gathered you against him, "I'm going to pick you up."
"Really?"
Izzy softly smiled at you, "Just let me take care of you."
You rolled your eyes, "That's all you've been doing this entire trip."
Izzy kissed your temple, "That's my job." He lifted you bridal style into his arms. Even into his 40s — post-sober — he always made sure to take care of his body. Even though he complained of aches on occasion, he still picked you up. You stared up at the stars as you were carried.
The night was exceptionally clear. You could see the beautiful moon and the bright stars. Resting your head against Izzy's chest you leaned into his touch. During the short walk you were lulled almost to sleep by the rhythm of his walking. When you reached the house, he set you down outside in a chair on the porch. Using a dry towel he rubbed off sand from your legs and arms. Once he managed to get some sand off of you, he disappeared inside to run a bath.
You continued to sit outside on the porch, enjoying the sounds of crickets and birds chirping. Izzy cleaned himself while the water poured into the deep bathtub. Since he had been on top tonight there was significantly less sand on him. Izzy filled the bath with warm water to make sure you wouldn't get too cold but also wouldn't be overheated.
He guided you inside, helping you into the tub. He used a clean, wet washcloth on your sensitive areas, wiping off lube from the condom, sweat, and any sand that had stuck to you. While you sat in the clear water most of the remaining sand flowed off your skin, settling in the bottom of the bathtub.
Izzy washed you more. Reverent and worshiping, as if you were a goddess. He took another washcloth with the bodywash you packed and started wiping your skin with it. He started at your neck, then he slid the towel down your arms and your chest. He submerged it under the water and rubbed over your back and stomach. He cleaned the rest of your lower body, being as gentle as possible over the many marks he'd left all over your thighs. You leaned back into the tub, relishing in how the warm water surrounded your body.
Izzy's voice broke the silence, "'M gonna wash your hair, lean back for me, baby." He cradled your head in his hands, dipping your hair and scalp into the water. He clicked open your travel size shampoo and poured some into his open palm, lathering it in his hands. You sat up so he could massage your scalp. The scent of your shampoo filled the room, pulling you further into relaxation, making you feel sleepy. He washed your hair, removing remaining sweat, salt, sand and of course the shampoo.
Once you were all clean, he pulled you out of the bath, drying you off. He toweled off your body and your hair. Izzy gave you an oversized shirt of his to wear instead of your usual pajamas. He helped you into bed. He tucked you loosely into the covers — he wouldn't want you to get overheated or cold. By the time he had you in bed, you were already almost asleep. He crawled in, spooning you from behind. Izzy's soft voice saying: "G'night baby, I love you, sleep well," was the last thing you heard before you slipped fully into a deep sleep.
