Waves and Sunscreen
Requested.
It’s the first beach day of the summer and you and your boyfriend make time to go to the beach. You take off your coverup, and suddenly your boyfriend can't look away from you.
Part 2: Barou, Yukimiya, Aiku, Gagamaru, Otoya, and Karasu
Requests: OPEN
🦁 Barou Shoei
When you take off your cover-up:
You’re standing near the grill on the beach, the warm summer breeze blowing through. You waved the smoke out of your face and laughed about the charcoal not lighting fast enough. You took a look at the Sun starting to set before realizing it was about time to get in the water, and with a quiet giggle, you tug off your cover-up and toss it onto the beach chair behind you. Barou glances over, then stiffens completely. His jaw tightened as his eyes snapped back to the grill. Then back to you. Then back to the grill. He looks like he’s trying not to react. At all. But the flush creeping up his neck says otherwise.
You catch him. Raise a brow. “Something wrong?”
He grunts. Shrugs. Doesn’t answer. But when you turn away to help someone open a drink, he mutters under his breath,
“What the hell is that swimsuit…”
Not because he doesn’t like it. Because he does. Way too much.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You’re laying on your stomach, back arched slightly, top untied like it’s nothing. “Babe, can you do my back?”
Barou stares at you, just a little bit longer than usual. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.
“Shouei?”
He huffs and sits up from the plastic white chair, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen and squirting a bit into his hand. Then kneels beside you with a focused look. He starts rubbing it in, slow yet firm, and doesn't waste a moment. He’s methodical about it, up to your shoulders, down your back, careful not to make it weird. But his hands pause, only once, and that's right around your waist. Then he clears his throat and finishes up, tying your top back with a quiet but deadly, “You’re lucky I don’t make you wear a jacket out here.”
You smirk. “Jealous much?”
“No. But I’m not sharing either.”
In the water, when guys start staring:
You’re splashing around, laughing, having fun. Barou’s standing nearby, half drenched, looking completely unimpressed. Until he sees two guys at the edge of the surf eyeing you a little too long. Barou felt himself getting pissed off, but decied to act calm, not make a scene. He walkes over, one arm wraps around your waist. Then another. He pulls you to him like it’s instinct. Tight. Protective. His lips right by your ear.
“Let them look.”
You blink, a little amused. “Oh?”
“They’ll stop once they realize they don’t get a second chance.”
You laugh. “Possessive much?”
He doesn’t deny it. Just holds you tighter.
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🍊 Yukimiya Kenyu
When you take off your cover-up:
He’s mid-convo with a friend who was visiting from out of town, sunglasses on, sipping something iced. You were watching from afar, tilting your head when you walked by and casually pulled off your cover-up. It takes a second for him to realize, then he turns his head really slow, and freezes. His mouth parts slightly. His grip on the cup tightens. And for a solid three seconds, he forgets every single thing he was just saying.
You catch the look. “Something wrong?”
“No,” he says too quickly. “You just… you didn’t tell me that swimsuit was gonna look like that.”
You grin. “Like what?”
He swallows. Adjusts his sunglasses, clearing his throat and looking towards the side with a tiny smirk on his lips. “Like a problem.”
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You untie your top, lay down without a second thought, and hand him the sunscreen bottle.
“Kenyu? My back?”
He hesitates, not because he’s shy, but because he’s thinking about every man within fifty feet. Still, he smiles and takes the bottle before kneeling beside you, voice low.
“You really want me doing this out here?”
“You scared?”
He smirks. “No, why would I be?”
He rubs it in, slow and practiced, hands gentle but precise. His fingers ghost across your back, brushing the curve of your waist. And when he’s done, he ties the top again with care. Then leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“But I won't forget this."
In the water, when guys start staring:
He sees them. Of course he sees them. (Hahah I'm so funny ifykyk) He doesn’t make a scene. Doesn’t glare. Just calmly pulls you closer by the hips, expression smooth but eyes sharp.
You raise a brow. “Something wrong?”
“No,” he says, glancing back at the guys. “Just reminding them what they can’t have.”
You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “A little clingy today, huh?”
His hands slide lower, resting just above the backs of your thighs.
“Can you blame me?”
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💚 Aiku Oliver
When you take off your cover-up:
He’s lounging back on the beach chair, shirt open, sunglasses low, fully relaxed with a pina colada in his hand. The view was great, summer was in the air, and the weather was perfect. As Aiku went to pick up his drink and take another sip, a figure flashed past him, and he stopped what he was doing so quick. You were walking past your boyfriend, lifting your covering up over your head before holding it in one arm, revealing your swimsuit. He lifts his sunglasses slowly. Stares. Then exhales a low whistle. “Well damn.”
You glance over your shoulder. “What?”
“That swimsuit is bold."
You laugh, brushing sand off your leg. “You’re dramatic.”
“Not dramatic enough,” he mutters, still staring with a giant smirk.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You hand him the bottle, already laying on your stomach with your top untied. He blinks once. “You serious right now?”
“Very.”
He cracks a grin. “You really trust me with this?”
“Your hands are steadier than mine."
He kneels beside you, starts rubbing it in slow. Too slow.
“You're enjoying this a little too much,” you tease.
“I’m suffering, actually,” he mumbles, smiling while his eyes are locked on your back.
He finishes up, ties your top carefully, and leans down and gave the back of your neck a gentle kiss before whispering. “You’re dangerous, y’know that?”
In the water, when guys start staring:
He sees it. All of it. And he doesn’t just pull you closer, he wraps both arms around your waist from behind, chin on your shoulder.
You raise a brow. “You good?”
“Not really,” he mutters, glaring past you. “They need to back the hell off.”
You giggle, whispering, “Jealous?”
He shrugs, holding you tighter. “Nah. Just loving you."
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🐼 Gagamaru Gin
When you take off your cover-up:
He’s not paying much attention at first, just helping unpack everything from the trunk. the towels, sunscreen, umbrellas, and flip-flops. He has these bags on both his broad shoulders with his usual blank expression, already scanning the beach like it’s a soccer field. Gagamaru was looking around for where you decided you wanted to sit, and there you were. You were standing up, pulling the coverup over your head as the breeze flew in, blowing your hair slightly as you set your coverup down. He freezes. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open. The towel in his hands just… drops.
You glance at him. “What?”
He blinks. “Nothing."
Then looks away. But not for long.
Because every couple seconds, he’s sneaking glances. Quick ones. Like he thinks you won’t notice. Like he’s trying to memorize it and still play it cool, even if he’s clearly not.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You pulled your hair up into a high ponytail before laying down on top of your beach towel lying on your stomach, top untied, handing him the bottle. He stares at it. Then at your back.
“… You want me to use this on you?"
You laugh. “ Yes silly, who else?"
He clears his throat. “Yeah. Right.”
He’s careful. Ridiculously careful. His hands are big, warm, a couple scars over them, and lastly a little clumsy. But he moves slow, like he’s scared to mess it up. Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t even breathe too loud. When he’s done, he ties your top and sits back, cheeks pink, avoiding your eyes.
“You okay?” you ask, smiling.
He nods once. “Yes." (He's so not.)
In the water, when guys start staring:
Gagamaru notices immediately. He did grow up in the mountains after all, his senses are on point. His face remains blank as always, but if you looked closely, you could see his jaw tighening just ever so slightly. And suddenly, without a sound, as if he could somehow teleported, he’s behind you, one arm around your waist, pulling you back into his chest like it’s instinct.
You feel your face heat up before looking up at your boyfriend with a laugh. “You good, babe?”
He nods. “They’re not.” He says bluntly, still looking dead at the guys staring with beers in their hands.
You glance back and catch the glare he’s throwing, basically giving them a warning.
He doesn’t say anything else. Just holds you there. Close. Where everyone can see.
And you don't mind one bit.
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🤍 Otoya Eita
When you take off your cover-up:
He’s mid-sip of his drink, shirt open, talking with a couple of his party friends about the party later tonight. Everyone was talking about whatever was gonna happen later tonight, who was going to be there what drinks. Of course he was gonna bring you along, he always brings you unless you say otherwise, so needless to say, at the moment his attention wasn't on you exactly, till you walked by. You were walking ahead, pulling your cover up over your head while heading over to the bar, smiling brightly. And for a moment, Otoya just stares. And all of a sudden, he didn't care what his boys were talking about. His eyes were stuck!
Then: “…Damn.”
You raise an eyebrow at him from across the resort before going back to ordering your drink. (nonalcoholic) He tries to smirk, but his green eyes betrayed him, wide and clearly impressed. Though he recovers fast, but like a ninja, he was next to you in no time. Sliding up beside you with that usual lazy charm.
“You wore that just to mess with me, didn’t you?”
You laugh. “Maybe.”
He licks his lips, watching you grab your straw and napkin before speaking. “Yeah, not surprised."
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
It's just you and your boyfriend now, both sitting under the umbrella. His friends were still there, but he decied to spend some time with you before the party, but now, you were laying down. Top untied, bottle of sunscreen in hand.
“You mind?” You asked, handing him the bottle before lying down fully on the warm towel.
Otoya takes the bottle from you, tossing it up in the air and catching it before opening it and leaning down. atches it, leans down, and whistles.
“You’re really testing it today." But he starts, hands gliding slowly and practiced. Not shy, no not at all, but focused. Intentional. He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t grope. (surprisingly) Just takes his time, pressing his palms into your skin like he wants to memorize it. And when he leans down to tie your top again, he murmurs, “You know, you owe me for this.”
You look over your shoulder. “For sunscreen?”
He smirks and nods his head before getting up like it was nothing.
In the water, when guys start staring:
Otoya notices after a little bit.
He was more fixated on trying to get you back for splashing him when he felt eyes on you and him. He decided to look over his shoulder just for a moment, before looking over at you, he doesn’t even hesitate, walks right over and wraps his arms around you from behind, and kisses your shoulder.
His voice drops near your ear. “You see them?”
You chuckle and nod.
He tightens his grip just a little. “Good. I want them to look. But they’re not getting shit.”
You laugh, but he’s not joking. He glares right back at them, head tilted, daring them to say something. They don’t. He smiles. And then pulls you deeper into the water.
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💜 Karasu Tabito
When you take off your cover-up:
He’s already lounging under the umbrella, his legs stretched out with his sunglasses on, drink half-melted in his hand. His mind was wandering from place to place, wondering what you were gonna eat later, what movie to watch, all that when he saw you from under his sunglasses. You were pulling off your cover up. smooth yet quick while heading towards the water like it was nothing. But Karasu? He nearly dropped his cup. He sits up in his chair slightly, slowly, glasses sliding down his nose, eyes following every step.
“…Damn.”
He isn't loud, doesn't say something stupid. But when you glance back at him, he gives you a low whistle with a smirk on his lips. You just grin.
Under the umbrella, when you ask him to put on sunscreen:
You drop onto the towel placed by Karasu's chair, pulling your hair over your shoulder before handing him the bottle of sunscreen before resting your head on your arms.
“Can you get my back?”
He raises an eyebrow while fighting a smirk to form on his lips. “Really? Geez you're a full time job."
Still, he takes the bottle, slicks his hands, and starts rubbing it in. He’s not shy, but not doing too much either. But the closer his hands get to the tie of your top, the slower they move.
“You doin’ this on purpose?” he mutters.
You smile into your arms. “What, trusting my boyfriend?”
He huffs a laugh. “Shut up."
Still, he ties your top back, smooth and swift before giviing your sides a firm tap.
“All done. Unless you need help with the front too.”
In the water, when guys start staring:
Karasu noticed quickly, given his eyes were on you. He doesn't make a big deal out of it, if anything he liked it, but decides not to make a scene. He just swims over and stands up, grabbing your wrist before pulling you up into his arms. A firm hand dropping under your thighs.
“..What are you doing?" You ask raising a brow.
He grins, pulling you closer. "Holding you. Is that a problem?"
You chuckle and look away, shaking your head.
He smirks. “Cool. I'm not letting go anytime soon." He said before turning his head, locking eyes with one of the guys watching for a moment. Then he smiles. But it’s not nice. It’s the kind of smile that makes people look away, and they do.
“Clingy,” You tease.
“Territorial,” He corrects, arms still wrapped around you.
And yeah, he’s not letting go anytime soon.
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Man it has been forever but I am here! I needed a break so bad I was NOT myself. :D Thank you all for waiting for me :) <3