warning/tags: 18+/smut, implied loser!jinx, semi-public/public sex, beach sex, mutual pining, oral sex (j! receiving), fingering (j! receiving), bladder control/piss kink, dom!reader, sub!jinx
a/n: let’s pretend flesh rotting bacteria and brain eating amoebas don’t exist for the sake of the fic please
bestfriend!jinx who doesn’t know that you’ve been craving her for years, while she’s simultaneously wanting you. pathetically pining after you even as you listen to her vent about how no partner has ever satisfied her. about how they don’t listen, how they don’t care.
not the way you do. she wants to say.
bestfriend!jinx who thinks nothing of the way you adamantly refill her water bottle throughout the day.
she doesn’t put the pieces together until much later in the day, when you’re both cuddled up and half asleep on your couch. “it’s hot out.” you’d wave off all of her concerns. “could have a heatstroke, y’ know.” and you weren’t wrong. the sun’s beaming proud in an endlessly blue sky.
so, she let it go. besides, it’s not unusual for you to “take care” of her, in a sense. you’ve always done that. warding off bullies and the like since you were young and still grade school. ordering for her when you go out for a nice brunch or dinner. cooking comforting food for her on the nights where she couldn’t bare to be alone.
she could do all of these things herself, of course. no issue at all. but it felt… nice. not having to think about it. not having to think about anything, really. not while you’re around. and yes, she might’ve developed a small -very small- crush on her best friend. one she believe is completely unrequited, because it’s just in your nature to be caring and doting and protective and everything she could ever ask for in a lover. it’s not your fault she can’t control her emotions.
bestfriend!jinx who blindly follows you to a cove near the far end of the beach. secluded, hidden away from the overstimulation of the overpacked shore and waters. you come here often when you need a break from the world.
it’s not an easy reach either, having to walk through waist high water around the sharp rock of the cove, to actually access the peaceful seclusion.
bestfriend!jinx who’s bikini bottoms grow embarrassingly wet as you rub sun screen into the pale skin of her back. you’re straddling her thighs and she’s relaxed- pliant on her stomach, and janna she’s glad she wore her black swim suit today. you couldn’t see the sodden mess of fabric between her legs. or, that’s what she thought, at least.
you could see every outline and wrinkle in the dark, dampened, no- drenched, fabric the second you began massaging spf into her soft, milky thighs.
bestfriend!jinx who quietly gasps and flushes an embarrassing shade of red when dip your thumbs into the space between her legs, the pads of them brushing the lining of her swimsuit bottoms -barely grazing the lips of her already throbbing cunt- before retreating.
bestfriend!jinx who bites her lip to suppress a needy when she feels your front slowly press against her back. she feels your stomach press into the smooth arch of her back and the way your hands travel up her body to settle on her ribs just below her tits. the way your hips rut into her ass when you whisper in her ear that she can tell you to stop at anytime and you will.
and his she doesn’t want you to stop, scared she might actually die if you do. dramatic thing she is. so she grinds her ass into your pelvis, begs you not to —begs for you to keep going- while you trace the shell of her ear with the tip your tongue.
you’d don’t stop… to say the least.
you grind into her ass with practiced precision, remembering all the nights you’d stay up and pretend your pillow was her.
you kissed her neck and shoulders and slipped your hands between her body and the beach towel to grope her pretty little tits, pulling at the almost too small bikini top to to feel even more of her.
jinx is purring and pliant by the time you get her to roll onto her back. she’s so lost in your touch that any thought she could’ve had has turned to complete mush.
bestfriend!jinx who realizes just too late; just as you’re pulling her stupid little bikini bottoms down that, that her bladder is full. like full.
but she doesn’t wanna ruin the moment. doesn’t wanna interrupt what you have going right now in fear of it stopping and never happening again.
bestfriend!jinx who feels hot, scorching hot, shame crawl up spine as she makes the decision in her head to not tell you.
bestfriend!jinx who pisses herself while you’re knuckle deep in her pussy. your tongue flicks her clit just right and your two fingers drag against her her gummy walls with prefect pressure and shes gone. she cums with a strangled moan, hand clamping over her mouth as she’s damn near sobbing, and a waterfall of hot piss gushes between her spread legs.
she doesn’t see the gratified look on your face, her own head thrown back into the warm sand. sand that she’d gladly bury her head in right now, ostrich style, if it weren’t for the fact that it felt so fucking good. your tongue is still torturing her throbbing clit, even as the pale yellow liquid leaks from her pussy. your fingers don’t slow down for even a second.
bestfriend!jinx whos whines turn into full body shudders when you slurp at her several times and remove your fingers. you spread the outer lips and labia of her pretty flower before spitting the still hot piss right back into her twitching clit and quivering hole.
she thinks to her self for janna to take her now because there’s just no way this is happening.
and obviously, she concludes that you just don’t fucking care about the fact that’s shes pissing on your face. and as much as she doesn’t want to admit it, it turns her on even more. and now she’s getting greedy, grinding her greedy hole against your skilled tongue and seemingly trying to suck your fingers deeper with every thrust as you lap at her piss soaked cunt.
bestfreind!jinx who grows softer and more pliant than ever before as you whisper sweet words of comfort while she slowly grinds against your thigh, bare and naked in a deep tide pool and tits bouncing and hair loose as she lets herself feel good. her freckles have become more prominent and her skin has tanned some (and reddened some).
this post beach nap is going to be the best she’s ever had
