One of the most personal, saddest things about living in America is the summertime.
There is 0 reason for American adults not to have a summer break. I can only say this with a full throat so loud, but other countries have policies and laws that give adults summertime.
It is not a joke to say France is kind of shutdown for August. There are over a dozen countries that have enough mandatory, legally required leave available to take an entire month off, or more. PLUS mandatory PAID holidays.
It's Brazil and Russia (ooh scary BRIC countries outgrowing the US and coming for us). India AND China give up to 2 weeks mandatory vacation leave, plus sick leave on top.
It's Afghanistan (20 days). It's Angola (22). It's Argentina(25) and Armenia (25) and Australia (20). It's Cambodia (technically unlimited; you can eventually get 15 or 17 days per month vacation).
That us on top of mandatory PAID public holidays. Cambodia can somehow manage 27 mandatory paid holidays plus upwards of 18 vacation days per year and going up from there, and we in the US can't even manage mandatory paid holidays.
We don't even get paid on Christmas and Memorial Day. And even trying to convince some people, let alone politicians, that everyone should get paid on Christmas is unfair to compare to pulling teeth.
Please. Please. I want to have a better life. I want you to have a better life.
I want you to not miss Summer Break. Because France and Cambodia don't.
finally wrote a pt 2! i hope you guys enjoy!! 💓 for my @sammimi19 💖
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also i made this nsfw audio a while ago but @gabithefanwriter made me realize how much it fits with this hehe thanks 💘
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cw: nsfw, smut, fem!reader, hot tub sex, blowjob, barebacking, spanking, nipple play, creampie, cunnilingus, spitting, cum swallowing.
Under the hot blazing sun, with your hand clasped in his, Leon guides you into the backyard of his uncle’s spacious home. The latter and his family are on vacation abroad, and your boyfriend was awarded the house keys to enjoy the pool in their absence.
Grass tickles your feet through your sandals with every step until you reach the stone decking surrounding the water. You stop there to take in the large sized basin of blue tile, the blaring heat making it all the more enticing.
Leon, dressed in a short-sleeved button shirt and swim shorts, turns to you, the sun creating a halo around him that makes him glow. You find the sight fitting for your angel of a beau.
“Do you wanna lounge first or go straight for a swim?” he asks with a small smile, his eyes tracing your figure in your summer dress.
“Hm, I think I wanna swim.”
He beams, excitement clear on his face. “Okay, good, me too.”
Letting go of your hand, he sets down the towels and mini cooler he was holding against his chest on one of the lounging chairs. In the meantime, you step out of your sandals, and your soles burn just shy of painful on the hot, sun-heated limestone. You wince, toes squirming, and the sight makes him laugh.
“Careful, babe,” he teases as he pulls you by the hand to a shaded area near the backyard wall.
There, where the floor is cool, the two of you begin to undress. While he unbuttons his shirt, he steals glances every other second as you slip your dress down and off your body to let it fall to the ground. You stand there, in your halter tied polka dots one piece, and watch him shrug off his top, leaving him only in his very short shorts.
“Cute,” he can't help but grin, pulling you closer by your waist just to tap the small bow adorning the middle of your chest.
“I like this color on you,” you retort with your own compliment, eyeing the mint green contrasting the tan of his thighs.
He rolls his eyes playfully, squeezing your sides, “I wonder who picked it out from the store.”
“What can I say? I have a good eye for these things.”
“Come on, hotshot, let's get into the water.” He places a quick kiss on your temple. “Just go in slow, I don't want you getting a cramp.”
You huff out a laugh, stepping away to stand at the edge of the pool. “Okay, mom.”
Leon is about to answer with another teasing remark when his eyes land on your ass, the swimsuit’s rear being a very revealing thong. He chokes on his own breath, not having expected to be afforded a premium view of your cheeks.
“Fuck, babe, where did you get that from?”
Turning to look at him past your shoulder, you find his gaze locked on your behind, his cheeks growing pink from getting turned on in the scorching heat.
“I got it online,” you answer with a shy giggle, “I’m not really brave enough to wear it in public, so I got it for when it's just us…”
He steps closer until he’s only a foot away, reaching a finger to trace the hem of the stretchy material where it rests high on your hip.
“You mean you bought this for me?” he murmurs, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours.
“I guess I did.”
You see him bite his lower lip, already getting way too worked up, and before he can pull you in for a kiss, you grin wide.
“Last one to the other side is a rotten egg!” you announce, then immediately dive into the pool, the cool water engulfing you whole and muffling his answer.
You swim as fast as you can under the surface, the shock of temperatures barely slowing you when you hear a muted splash of Leon undoubtedly right on your tail. You don't stop, refusing to get distracted, and only coming up for air when your lungs begin to burn. You allow yourself one look around to see if he’s coming up yet, and when he doesn't, you focus back on your objective: winning the meaningless race.
The edge of the pool is fast approaching, and you can taste the sweet flavor of victory as your outstretched arm is close to making contact with the wall. But then, like a shark surging out of water, Leon rises with a splash, and proceeds to wrap his arms around you at the very last moment.
“Oh, no you don’t!” he laughs in your ear.
You yelp in surprise as he carries you up and out of the way like a weightless package, just to unceremoniously plop you in the water with a splatter. You then watch in horror as he crosses the last two feet of distance with his way now cleared, and grips the edge with the most shit eating grin you’ve ever seen.
“What the hell? You cheater!”
“Me? Cheater? More like innovator,” he retorts, pushing his wet hair out of his forehead.
“Oh, I am so gonna get you back for that,” you huff as you wipe water from your face.
“Well I’d love to see you try, babe.”
He dives right back under the surface, leaving you to look around for him through the rippling waves. The pool is clear and the tile is light enough you can see him approaching like a poorly hidden predator. But the problem is not seeing him—it's out swimming his freakishly fast breaststrokes.
You decide to go for a different tactic; never let them know your next move.
Instead of moving away, you lower yourself under the water and meet him halfway, catching him off guard. Before he can do anything, you grab his face and press your lips to his, his eyes widening in the distorted shape of liquid.
He quickly regains his composure, however, when he encircles his arms around your mid-section and hauls the both of you back up for air. You gasp into his mouth, a breathless smile on your face that he mirrors.
“What was that?” he chuckles, his breathing still ragged.
“I thought instead of running, I’d just seduce you… Did it work?”
Leon laughs, the sound sending butterflies in your stomach. He cradles your face with a lazy grin, wet droplets sparkling on his skin.
“You’re too cute, baby,” he drawls before kissing you again.
The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon having fun in the pool. You play a game of tag where you have to kiss the other to make them ‘it’, you see who can hold their breath the longest under the surface, and you even save a drowning bee together and high five when you succeed.
The only time you take breaks from swimming, is to lather more sunscreen, and have some snacks. It doesn't go unnoticed by you, however, that every now and then, Leon appears to readjust his wet, clingy shorts. Especially when you keep climbing him like a monkey and telling him to carry you around like your personal seahorse.
Still, he doesn't say anything despite being worked up, only occasionally giving your butt a playful squeeze. It warms your heart how despite the last few weeks since losing your virginity and having pretty regular sex, he still never pressures you to do anything no matter what. But deep inside, it almost makes you wish he was a bit more confident with initiating things.
Over the last weeks since your shared first time together, you and Leon have grown closer than ever through intimacy. It also helps that it's summer break and you have all the time in the world to hang out. So, it comes as no surprise that you have been going at it like rabbits whenever you get the chance.
You learn things together, every new move feeling like a crazy discovery into the world of sex and pleasure, and you couldn't be happier about him being the person you get to experience these things with. But nonetheless, he’s still reticent to be fully assertive, and usually handles you like a fragile flower most times… Except when he's eating you out.
It's the one thing Leon doesn't hesitate to ask for, just because he knows how much you like it. But he does it for himself more than anything, since he has seemingly gone addicted to the taste of your pussy. He even says he could stay buried in there the whole day.
The thought makes you squirm, and you wish you were bold enough to ask him to do just that since he's so damn eager. For now, however, you suppress the need coursing through your body at the memory, and focus on the present moment.
By the time the sun starts setting, the air gets cooler, and it begins to feel too chilly to swim. So, you both end up cuddling on a lounge chair, towels half draped across your bodies to protect yourselves from the cool breeze.
“Should we head back, babe?” you ask from your laying position, with Leon resting his head on your stomach, his arms wrapped around you tight.
“I don't wanna go home just yet, I wanna stay with you” he grumbles against the damp fabric of your swimsuit.
His response makes your heart melt. He’s so incredibly cute for a nearly six foot tall man currently half crushing you with his weight.
“I want that too, babe. I’m just getting a little cold,” you run your fingers through his hair reassuringly. “I can change out of this and we can hang out some more.”
He doesn't answer you right away. Instead, he seems to be contemplating something, his sunkissed cheeks flushed under the orange hued sky.
“Or…” he pauses, looking up to meet your gaze and causing his wet locks to fall on his temple. “We could get into the jacuzzi.”
Your eyes widen, and an incredulous laugh leaves your lips. “There's a jacuzzi?”
“Yeah, over there,” he points to a cube shaped wooden structure set against the corner of the backyard wall. With potted flowers around it and a protective cover over its surface, you did not realize there was a hot tub in there all along.
“What the hell? Why didn't you say that before?” you laugh, already nudging at his shoulders to sit up.
“Damn. Someone’s excited.” He lifts his weight off you and offers you a helping hand. “Come on, princess. Let's get you nice and warm.”
You chuckle at the obvious mischievous glint in his eyes, and take his hand with a beaming smile, giddiness seeping out of your every pore. You can't lie that the idea of fooling around in a jacuzzi doesn't sound incredibly enticing, you just hope he’ll be just as tempted to make a move.
Once the tub is uncovered to reveal a wide, steamy basin with a multitude of jets lining its walls, it takes Leon a minute to figure out its mechanism. With a bit of trial and error with the buttons, he finally gets the sprays working, and the surface of the water bubbles wildly from the action.
“Your uncle is rich, rich, huh?” you tease, already eager to step inside.
He laughs and takes your hand in his to guide you both as you leap over the edge. The warmth is immediately relaxing on your skin, and you sink down further to sit on the built in bench to submerge until the surface reaches your chest.
“Is this nice or what?” Leon sits right next to you, feeling the effervescence of the water on your bodies.
You take note of his proximity, of the way he’s keeping a hand on your waist and his thigh is pressed to yours. He looks so pretty in the jacuzzi lights, maybe you should make the first move.
But you don't feel brave enough—blame it on society for making it so hard for girls to express their want for sex. So, you settle on the polar opposite and decide to make a joke.
“Do you know that meme? ‘Two bros chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart 'cause they're not gay,’” you ask in a sing-songy voice.
Leon snorts at your question, then tucks a wet strand of hair behind your ear. “Is that what you’re thinking about right now? An old Vine?”
The way his eyes focus on your lips, his voice dropping to that familiar husky tone, it makes your stomach backflip. If he can flirt despite being naturally shy, then so can you.
“Nah, I’m just thinking I’m very glad we’re not five feet apart right now,” you grin playfully. Running your own hand in his wet hair, you lean in to add in a whisper, “we could always get closer, though.”
Leon bites his lip to suppress a needy sound, and suddenly all sense of self-restraint leaves him at the feel of your hot breath against his ear.
“You’re absolutely right,” he nods in mock seriousness.
Then, without warning, he maneuvers you to straddle his lap. You yelp at the sudden manhandling, but there's a fire lighting in your gut at the daring move—he’s finally taking more initiative.
“You're getting bold, Kennedy,” you tease, relishing in his playfulness. “What happened to the sweet guy that asked me to be his girlfriend with a bouquet of roses?”
“Hm… I thought pretty girls liked bad boys, though,” he muses, his palms gliding down to knead your ass cheeks.
The action has you giggling in a mix of shyness and want. You still don't know how you could desire someone so much and yet still feel somewhat insecure when they do touch you. It must be the inexperience making things hard.
You decide to return his teasing by poking his side. “And you're clearly the baddest, right?”
“Oh, you haven't seen bad yet, baby,” he chides. Though you know he’s joking, there’s a twinkle in his eyes that tells you he’s feeling more playful than usual. It makes you thrum with excitement.
You answer by pressing your lips to his in a slow yet needy kiss. He opens his mouth for you with a groan, granting your tongue access and meeting you with his. His fingers dig into your flesh desperately, while yours thread in his hair. You’ll never grow tired of kissing him.
Nipping his bottom lip when you feel yourself get more worked up, he gasps against your mouth at the feel. “I think I wanna be bad too…” you murmur.
“Yeah? How so?” he asks with a subconscious grind of his hips. The movement makes the water slosh around you, and he tightens his hold on you as you feel the clear outline of his hard cock.
This is the moment to break away from your insecurities. Fuck being reserved around your hot, loving boyfriend who would bring you the moon if you asked for it.
Sliding off his lap slowly and causing him to whine before he can stop himself, you then tap the edge of the tub with two wet splats. “Sit here,” you order.
Leon looks at you a bit confused, but obeys your command nonetheless, his dick twitching at your assertiveness. He lifts himself out of the water to sit at the border of the hot basin, his skin glistening with only his calves submerged now.
“I’m sitting,” he smiles down at you nervously, gripping the edge.
Seeing him do exactly as told has your confidence soaring. “I’m gonna do what I’ve been wanting to do for a long time…” Your hands slide to the drawstrings of his seafoam-colored shorts, tugging at the small bow to undo it.
His breath hitches as he watches you intently, knowing exactly what you intend on doing. The steam and underwater light create a dreamy atmosphere that makes you look somehow even more beautiful than you already are, his arousal only increasing at the sight.
Still, he can't help but check on you with a hand on your wrist. “Are you sure, baby?”
You smile at his sweetness, then lean to peck his cheek in reassurance. “Super duper sure.”
“Super duper? Wow, okay, you convinced me now.”
Giggling, you hook your fingers on his waistband, and gesture for him to lift his hips. He complies with a blushing chuckle, and soon enough, you’re tugging down his swim trunks to reveal his hard, throbbing cock.
The way it bobs in the warm mist makes your mouth water, and all you can think of is finally getting a taste of him. You toss his shorts behind you with a splash that makes him snort, then scoot closer until you’re positioned between his toned thighs.
Leon bites his plump lip when he feels you wrap your fingers around his length, the water easing the glide of your palm when you stroke him slowly. He feels so warm, so soft, and his uneven breathing makes you rub your thighs together. When you get even closer, your mouth hovering over his tip, his fingers grip the edge of the tub harder in desperation.
“Tell me if I suck… Pun fully intended,” you mutter with a small smile before giving a timid lick.
“Fuck—” he curses before he can retort with a joke of his own. He feels his stomach swirl with heat that shoots through his veins from every swipe of your soft tongue, his abdominal muscles flexing.
When he keeps moaning from your tentative ministrations, you decide to finally wrap your lips around his cockhead. His reaction is instantaneous, and he twitches in your mouth with a whimper, so you reward him with more eager suckling.
You imagined this would be harder, but so far it feels natural, though you’re certain all those smutty stories you read online may have helped with technique. You just remember to be careful not to graze him with your teeth and to swirl your tongue. Or that’s what friends told you at least.
Steadily jerking him with your hand, you begin to bob your head up and down to slowly take more of his length. The sucking motion makes your cheeks hollow with every pull, and there's something obscene about the act that floods you with excitement.
“Baby, this is— Holy fuck, feels so g-good,” Leon whines, then brings a hand to brush away the wet hair sticking to your face. He then gathers your locks in a makeshift ponytail, his fingers cradling your strands tenderly while he loses his mind from pleasure.
He knew blowjobs would feel good, but holy hell, this is better than his wildest expectations. He’s not sure if it's because you're naturally good, or because his body responds to your sheer presence. Either way, you're working him with your hand and tongue like an expert, and he feels immensely grateful he gets to experience this for the first time with you.
Humming around him, you sink deeper, the water sloshing with your moving frame, until you feel him reach the roof of your mouth and know that any further would make you gag. You still want to try it, but a gentle tug at your hair pulls you off his cock, leaving you hungry for more.
“Sorry, baby, I’m getting close and… I don't wanna, you know, in your mouth without warning.”
Finding out you nearly brought him to orgasm with your mouth alone gives you an ego boost like no other, and you suddenly feel the ache between your thighs grow unbearable.
“You know it’s been ten days since I started the pill,” you murmur huskily and watch him twitch. “We should be safe by now...”
“Hah, fuck me,” he half-laugh half-groans, then picks you up suddenly to make you straddle him again, causing you to yelp in surprise and the bubbling water to splash. He’s starting to get used to this whole manhandling thing.
Leon kisses you hard, fingers digging in your flesh as his mouth messily meets yours. He can taste the musky taste of himself on your tongue, and that only drives him wilder as he delivers a light slap to your ass.
“God, I love you,” he breathes with glistening lips and blown pupils.
“I love you,” you answer with a bite at his lip and prompt him to moan.
Without asking, he undoes the tied swimsuit strings at your nape, then tugs the wet material down to your waist to make your breasts spill out for his greedy eyes. He doesn't waste time before his warm hands grope and knead the skin hungrily, his lips trailing on your collarbones.
“You’re so beautiful, babe. I’m so damn lucky,” he whispers reverently between wet kisses.
Soon after, his eager mouth finds your nipple. Licking, sucking, and nipping, until you're uncontrollably grinding down on his neglected cock. It becomes too much—you need him inside you—but he seems lost in the taste and feel of your tits. So he keeps you right there, your nipples puffy from the incessant attacks of his mouth, until you can't do this anymore.
“L-Leon, please,” you whine as you tug on his hair to pull him away.
“Fuck, sorry, you taste so good, I couldn't stop… Tell me what you want, baby.”
You whimper in his hold, then, without answering, reach to pull the gusset of your swimsuit to the side, huffing in annoyance at the way it clings to your skin. But nonetheless, you manage to reveal your glistening cunt to him, your neediness making you bolder than ever.
Leon chokes on his own breath, his eyes going comically wide at the obscene sight. “Holy shit,” he whispers, then brings a tentative thumb to trace your wet folds. “So pretty…”
You gasp, hole clenching and unclenching around nothing, and suddenly you can't stand another second without him inside you.
“Leon, I need you…”
You feel his awe-filled gaze on you as you wrap your fingers around his cock again. But this time, it's to guide it into the tight, wet heat of your pussy, rather than your mouth.
“Shit—” he hisses, the raw feeling of your walls something unlike anything he felt before. He thought condom sex was amazing, now he understands why creepy assholes come up with excuses not to use it—not that he ever would.
On top of him, you bite your lip at the stretch of his fat dick. No matter how many times you’ve had sex, it still always feels like he can barely fit, especially without prior prep. But you did this to yourself, you got greedy for his leaking cock, so now you're sinking down agonizingly slow to adjust.
He sees you bite your lip and scrunch your eyebrows, then places his hands on your hips for a steadying hold. “Easy, baby,” he mutters with a soft kiss to your cheek.
“I’m fine,” you pant,” you’re just… big.”
“D-don’t say that,” he moans. Then, with soft sucks at your nipple meant to distract you from the stretch, he helps you lower down onto him until you fully bottom out.
You sit there for a moment, so unbearably full, chest heaving, before wrapping your arms around his neck in a desperate hug.
Leon feels his heart completely melt at your sweet gesture, and he hugs you right back with arms around your waist. By this point, the sun has already set, and you and him are solely illuminated by the undulating lights lining the hot tub walls. You have never looked more beautiful in his eyes.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs in your hair.
In response, you hum and start to slowly roll your hips in his lap. He can hardly breathe at the naked feeling of your heat surrounding him, no more barriers or obstacles masking the true delight of your sweet cunt.
“I feel so full, Leon…” you whimper as you steadily increase your rhythm. “Feels so nice inside me.”
“Fuck, babe, I know—ngh—your pussy feels too good,” he rasps, and his words make you shiver.
Moaning together, you both rut against each other desperately, and he slides his hands down to your cheeks, grabbing handfuls of your soft flesh. When you kiss him again in a wet, sloppy meeting of tongues, he can't help spank your cheeks again, a rough grunt escaping his throat.
You feel yourself grow closer and closer to your impending orgasm, and though you usually ask him to touch you to reach it, this time you take matters into your own hand—literally. Leon watches with blown pupils as you reach down your fingers to rub your clit, the circular motions sending zaps of pleasure through you.
“Look at you… You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs with another slap to your ass. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, come on.”
Looking down at him, seeing the pure unbridled hunger in his eyes accompanied by his filthy mouth, you realize that shy guy that asked you out all those months ago is nowhere to be seen. Something about the way you and him have grown so comfortable with each other brings you immeasurable delight, and it's with that thought that you finally reach your climax.
Wave after wave of ecstasy spread from your core to your extremities, your cunt pulsing around him repeatedly in an attempt to milk him dry while he kisses your neck hungrily. He has to do everything in his power not to bust right then and there, and he only holds on because he has an idea in mind keeping him on edge.
Once you come down from the high, and your hip movements turn into a slow cadence, he feels brave enough to ask. “Baby, can I try something now? God, it's this swimsuit… It’s been driving me crazy since you took off your dress.”
You chuckle breathlessly, looking down at the fabric in question that's wrapped haphazardly around your body due to your impromptu lovemaking. The bust is bunched down at your middle, and the bottom part is still pulled to the side, now ruined with a mixture of slick and precum.
“What is it?” you ask curiously.
You notice his already flushed cheeks redden further when he murmurs. “It's just, we haven't tried it with me behind you yet... You know, doggy style.”
Leon immediately feels you clench around him, causing him to whine as you nod an ‘okay’. He kisses your cheek as a thanks, then helps you get off him despite your wobbly legs. The warm water sloshes around you when you move to place your hands on the tub’s edge, your knees resting on the submerged bench. In this position, your ass is right above the surface, in perfect view and reach.
“Fucking hell…” he curses under his breath as he takes hold of your hips. His dick bobs in the steam in anticipation, the sound of the bubbling jacuzzi filling the sex smelling air. “You bought this just to torture me, didn't you?”
Grinning, you turn to look at him past your shoulder with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Maybe… Let's just say I was hoping you would react.”
“Well, I’m reacting alright,” he chuckles when he looks down at his still painfully hard erection.
He then takes hold of the veiny length, giving it a few wet strokes, before he guides it to prod at your entrance again. He doesn't breach in just yet, letting the tension rise as his other hand kneads your cheek.
“You ready, babe?”
“Yes.”
Your immediate answer is all he needs before he’s plunging into your drippy hole once again. Only this time, the view is so much more lewd because he can see exactly where your cunt is gripping him like a vice.
Every time he pulls back, your walls chase him like your body is refusing to let go, the skin pulling taut around him.
“So fucking tight,” he grits out, mesmerized.
“You’re so deep like this,” you whine as you arch your back to feel him hit that sweet spot inside you.
Leon’s fingers dig into your flesh as he pulls out, just to see your hole flutter around nothing, before sliding back in. He does that three more times while you grow louder in impatience, until he finally bottoms out to fuck you proper.
You bend further, resting your upper half on your forearms when his thrusts get faster, while pushing back to meet him halfway with every slam of his hips.
“Fuck— Just like that…” he moans, “you feel like heaven.”
He kneads and spanks your ass sporadically whenever his hands itch to do so. As a result, your whines get higher, loving every minute of this bolder, passionate side of him.
To gain more leverage, he wraps a fist around the string of your thong, using it as a handle to move you on his cock, going faster and faster. After a while, he can barely breathe anymore from need. The combination of your rippling wet skin, the sloshing of water, the impossibly tight grip of your sex, and the sweet, sweet noises you make are simply too much to take anymore.
“Baby, I’m s-so close… Where do I—shit—where do I do it?”
“Inside,” you retort instantly, your voice distorted with arousal. “Cum inside me, Leon.”
“Oh, fuck.”
A few thrusts later, and he’s shooting his load directly into your cervix in what he is sure is the strongest orgasm he’s ever experienced. It just keeps going, with every twitch of his tightening balls and spurting of thick semen, until he’s completely depleted inside you.
“Holy hell,” he gasps in a shaky laugh, then slowly pulls out just for you to whine. He takes a moment to compose himself despite how difficult the task is rendered at the sight of your cum leaking hole. “Baby, this is… This is insane. Thank you.”
You finally turn just to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi, your knees sore from the previous position. You can feel his spend slowly dripping out of you—a feeling you’ve never experienced before. It’s hot, wet, and so incredibly filthy, but most importantly, it feels perfect knowing Leon put it there.
“Birth control for the win,” you can't help but giggle as you close your legs. You’re worried the slick will seep out of you and into the water—his uncle would not be pleased if he found out, you’re certain.
“Yeah, no kidding,” he answers absentmindedly, his eyes trained on your closed thighs with a look akin to disappointment.
Then, without warning, he kneels before you until water reaches his shoulders, and places his hands on your knees. “Baby… If it’s okay, can I see?”
“See?” you ask in bewilderment.
His cheeks flush when he realizes what he’s asking for, but he can't bring himself to back down. He really does want to see your pussy dripping with his spend.
“Yeah…” he nods shyly. “But, again, only if it’s alright with you.”
The sight of him so sweet and eager is more than enough to convince you. You spread your legs for him slowly, your cunt making a wet schlick when your folds part to reveal the creamy cum seeping out.
Leon feels his brain short circuit. If refractory periods weren't a thing, he’d be rock hard again from the sinful image. But what makes it worse is your teasing comment.
“Don't tell me you want a taste too?”
And that's it. He loses it completely, and dives face first between your thighs with a grunt. His mouth parts to allow his tongue to lick and slither its way into every inch, flicking your clit repeatedly before diving inside your messy hole.
He tastes himself on you, swallowing his cum along with your sweet slick that he’s grown addicted to over the past weeks. He never even knew he’d be into this, but fuck, the combination of your wetness with his is to die for, and he doesn't care that's it's lewd or filthy—he likes it.
Thankfully, you seem to like it too if your loud moans and your hand in his hair are anything to go by. “L-Leon! Fuck!” you gasp with every dirty swipe of his greedy tongue.
You know he has learned a few tricks since your first time together, especially since eating you out seems to be his favorite pastime. But this is so much more intense. It's like your lovely boyfriend has gone into a trance where all he can do is devour your cunt and moan into it.
It somehow gets even messier when he starts spitting the cum back into your hole, just to lick it back again. The sound is crude, and it doesn't stop with every dirty spit and slurp of his greedy mouth.
There's drool and filth running down his chin, but it doesn't discourage him at all, if anything it just makes him more eager to suckle your folds some more. He keeps going on and on, his groans reverberating against you, until you finally climax so intensely your vision whites out.
Only when your pussy is done pulsing and your legs start to uncontrollably shake does he stop, looking up at you completely dazed with swollen lips and red cheeks.
“I love you,” he murmurs like he’s realizing his feelings all over again just from the sheer sweetness of your pussy.
You chuckle breathlessly, then shift to sink into the water with him—no longer worried about the mess he so tediously cleaned. You wrap your arms around him and press your lips to his in a passionate kiss, tasting the mixture of the two of you on his tongue—it tastes perfect.
Pulling back, you rest your forehead against his as you both steady your breathing. The steam surrounding you only serves to make you more relaxed in his hold, nearly sleepy after what was undoubtedly the craziest love making you've ever done.
“I love you too, Leon,” you close your eyes when you lay your head in the crook of his neck, while he gently caresses your back.
✧ how i stay productive during summer break (while still having fun!) ✧
hey lovelies! ✨
summer break is finally here and honestly? it's my favorite time to both relax and get things done. i know that sounds contradictory but trust me, finding that sweet balance between productivity and fun is totally possible! after years of either doing absolutely nothing or burning myself out, i've finally found my perfect summer rhythm.
first things first: the morning routine ✨
i've learned that my day flows so much better when i start it intentionally. i wake up around 8 or 9 (not too early because we deserve some extra sleep!), make my bed immediately (small win!), and spend 15 minutes journaling before checking my phone. this tiny habit has literally changed everything for me.
my summer morning essentials:
iced coffee with oat milk and a tiny bit of vanilla
a cute journal that makes me excited to write in it
10 minutes of stretching by my window
a super quick skincare routine (sunscreen is non-negotiable!)
creating a flexible structure 🤍
the secret to summer productivity is having just enough structure without feeling trapped. i divide my days into three parts:
morning: productive focus time (2-3 hours max)
afternoon: flexible time for errands, friends, or projects
evening: pure relaxation and fun
this way, i never feel like i'm missing out or falling behind. the key is being realistic about what you can actually accomplish in a day. i used to make these impossible to-do lists and then feel awful when i couldn't finish them.
my productivity non-negotiables:
i always make sure to do at least one productive thing each day, even if it's small. some of my favorites:
reading 20 pages of a book
organizing one small area of my room
working on a creative project for 30 minutes
learning something new for my blog
planning content or taking photos
balancing productivity with summer fun ✨
here's my little secret: schedule your fun just like you schedule your work! this sounds silly but it actually helps me look forward to both. some of my favorite summer activities that feel refreshing but don't derail my productivity:
morning walks with an audiobook
afternoon picnics where i can also read or brainstorm
coffee shop work dates with friends
sunset swims after a productive day
weekend day trips that recharge my creativity
my favorite productivity tools:
a paper planner (something about writing things down just works better for me)
the forest app to stay off my phone when focusing
aesthetic notion templates for organizing my projects
time blocking in my calendar with cute colors
lo-fi summer playlists that help me concentrate
remembering the why 🤍
summer isn't just about getting things done or having the perfect instagram moments. it's about growing, reflecting, and creating memories that will make you smile in december when it's freezing outside. productivity should support your joy, not replace it!
i've found that my happiest summer days are when i accomplish something meaningful in the morning and then have the freedom to be spontaneous in the afternoon and evening. balance isn't perfect every day, and that's okay too.
what are your favorite ways to stay productive during summer break? i'd love to hear your tips too!
