Beach Babe || Woozi x black!Reader
Warnings ‼️ 18+ Established Relationship, Unprotected sex, semi-public (pool sex), use of baby/sweetheart, reader is black, nothing too concerning
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“Jihoon, cut it out,” you say, smacking his hand off your hip.
“Baby, please,” he whines, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes.
You roll your eyes at his dramatics. You were really trying to enjoy the pool, but he was making it nearly impossible.
Convincing Jihoon to take a week-long break from work and join you in Puerto Rico had seemed like a great idea at first. And it was—until he started pestering you every chance he got.
Jihoon didn’t really know how to relax. Well… not in the ways you wanted to.
Day one, you tried to take a peaceful nap. Instead of lying down with you like a normal person, he stayed upright, scribbling in his ever-present notebook. You ended up laying in his lap while he wrote. You didn’t mind—it was kind of comforting, and at least he wasn’t disrupting your sleep.
Day two, while you were sunbathing on the beach, minding your business, he smacked your ass and dragged you into the ocean. That would’ve been fine if it stopped there—but of course it didn’t. No, Jihoon threw you into the water like a damn child. Let’s just say you were not thrilled about swallowing half the Atlantic or ruining a fresh set of braids.
Day three was better. He finally chilled out, spent the day curled up with you, and even took you out for a proper dinner. His little peace offering. Though, in true Jihoon fashion, he also made sure to fuck you senseless before letting you rest. Apology accepted… sort of.
Today, you had the brilliant idea of heading to the pool. That way, he could splash around to his heart’s content, and you wouldn’t have to worry about choking on saltwater again.
But—like every other day—your husband had other ideas.
“Just one kiss, please,” he pleads, swimming up to you.
“One kiss is gonna turn into many kisses, and I’m trying to enjoy the damn pool,” you mutter, pushing him back.
He huffs and dramatically swims away like a rejected sea otter.
You smirk, watching him glide to the opposite end of the pool with a pout on his face. He leans against the edge, wet hair pushed back, water glistening on his shoulders—pretending to be wounded when you know he’s just waiting for you to give in.
But you’re stubborn and know better than to just give him what he wants.
You go back to relaxing in the donut float you were in, letting the sun kiss your brown skin. Eyes closed, silence finally taking over. A moment of peace. Maybe—just maybe—he’d actually given up.
Until two strong arms suddenly flip you into the water.
“Jihoon—!” you squeal, splashing as you try to stand back up. He’s already there, smirking like he didn’t just scare the life out of you.
“What? You looked lonely,” he says, voice low and teasing. His fingers trail along your thigh under the water, slow and deliberate.
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you married me,” he murmurs, leaning in close, mouth barely brushing your jaw. “Kinda seems like you like it.”
You try to act unaffected, but your body betrays you. Heat blooms under your skin, and when his fingers trace the seam of your swimsuit, your breath catches.
“Babe, this is a public pool,” you whisper sharply, though it wasn’t as threatening as you intended.
“No one’s here but us. You made sure of that, remember?” he counters, dragging his lips along the curve of your neck. Of course he remembered. You picked this private villa specifically so the two of you could be alone.
His hand slides further up your thigh, pushing aside the fabric just enough to make your body heat up.
“If you really want me to stop,” he murmurs, “tell me.”
You don’t. You can’t.
Instead, you tangle your fingers in his wet hair and pull him in for that kiss he’s been begging for. It starts slow, but deepens fast as the need for him consumes you. His hand moves swiftly beneath the surface, and your legs instinctively tighten around his waist.
“You’re so irritating,” you pant against his lips.
Jihoon groans into your mouth ignoring your words, grinding your soaked bodies together as the water sloshes around you.
“You drive me crazy,” he mutters between kisses, his voice rough and wrecked.
“Good,” you pant, biting his bottom lip.
His hands slide beneath your thighs, holding you up effortlessly as he backs you against the edge of the pool. He lifts you just enough to push your back against the warm tiles, your body floating just slightly—weightless in the water, but completely at his mercy.
You feel him, hard and thick beneath his swim trunks, pressed right where you want him. He thrusts against you once—slow, teasing—just to hear the way your breath hitches.
“You sure about this, baby?” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
You nod, but he tuts.
“Words, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Jihoon. Please.”
That’s all he needs.
He slides your swimsuit aside with one hand, his fingers grazing your soaked folds. He hisses at how ready you are. “Fuck, you’re already dripping for me.”
You arch into his touch, shameless, clenching when he rubs slow circles over your clit. He keeps teasing you—slipping a finger in, then another—curling them just right until your legs tremble around his waist.
But then, he pulls away.
“No,” you whine, but the sound dies as you watch him push his trunks down just enough to free himself. Your mouth parts at the sight of him, flushed and heavy, already leaking for you.
“You wanted to relax, right?” he smirks. “Let me help.”
In one firm motion, he lines himself up and sinks into you. Your head falls back with a moan as he stretches you open—slow, deliberate, making sure you feel every inch.
“Holy shit,” you gasp, gripping his shoulders.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Jihoon groans, snapping his hips forward until he’s fully seated inside you.
He starts moving—deep, rolling thrusts that rock your entire body against the edge of the pool. The water ripples violently around you, waves splashing over the tiles with every movement.
“This what you wanted, huh?” he grits out, grabbing your hips and fucking into you harder. “Wanted to be left alone but now look at you—clinging to me like you’ll fall apart.”
You can barely answer, too busy crying out his name, too full of him to think straight. The angle, the heat, the water—it’s overwhelming. Every drag of his cock inside you hits that perfect spot, and when he slips a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, your vision goes white.
“Ji—f-fuck—I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me,” he growls.
Your orgasm rips through you, thighs quaking, nails digging into his back as your moans echo off the walls of the empty villa. He doesn’t stop—his thrusts get rougher, sloppier as he chases his own release, watching you fall apart.
“Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna come—” he groans, pulling you tighter.
“Inside,” you beg, voice hoarse.
He curses your name as he slams into you one last time, spilling deep inside you with a shudder. You both stay like that, panting and shaking, clinging to each other as the water settles again.
Finally, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder and whispers, “So… pool day was a success?”
You smack his chest, breathless and still ruined.
“Shut up.”