#pool party

era: post-triumph tour

contents: jealous!michael x fem!reader, nervous!michael, the jackson brothers are present, pool party, everyone stealing you from michael every two seconds, fluff, tiny bit angst, more than friends but less than lovers trope (?), not proofread, ect ect

w/a: i’m sorry i didn’t post this yesterday, but im here now !! but since i didn’t post this yesterday ive had time to work on this all day and make it longer than usual 👀. i hope you enjoy even tho no one asked for this lol

the sun blazed over the jackson family backyard, making the water in the pool sparkle like glass. music blasted from boombox near the patio while laughter bounced through the air. the smell of barbecue and chlorine mixed together perfectly, creating the kind of summer day people remembered forever. michael leaned back in his chair beneath a large umbrella, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he watched his brothers argue over who cheated during volleyball. nearby, jermaine was laughing loudly while tossing a beach ball toward tito. everything felt loud, warm, and chaotic, then you walked outside. michael nearly choked on his lemonade.

you wore a beautiful deep blue swimsuit that shimmered under the sunlight, paired with a thin white cover-up that barely stayed tied around your waist. it wasn’t inappropriate, but it definitely turned heads. the swimsuit hugged your figure perfectly, and when the breeze caught your hair, michael swore his heart skipped an entire beat. “lord have mercy,” jermaine muttered seductively beside him. michael instantly frowned. “can you not?” he mumbled. jermaine only grinned wider. “what? I got eyes.” you smiled brightly at everyone as you stepped onto the patio. “hey!” several Jackson brothers greeted you at once. “there she is!” “you finally made it!” “about time!” michael stood up immediately, almost tripping over the leg of his chair in the process. you noticed and smiled warmly at him first, that alone made his chest feel lighter. “hey michael!!” “h-hi,” he stammered, suddenly very aware of how sweaty his palms were. “you look really- i mean… uh… nice.” your cheeks grew hotter slightly. “thank you.” before michael could say another word, jermaine casually slung an arm around your shoulders. “come help me settle an argument,” he said. “tell tito his volleyball serve looks ridiculous.” michael watched helplessly as jermaine guided you away, his shoulders immediately sank. marlon snorted from nearby. “man, you gotta move faster than that.” michael glared at him. “i was talking to her.” “barely.” the afternoon continued like that.

every single time michael managed to gather enough courage to approach you, one of his brothers somehow appeared out of nowhere. when he tried sitting beside you near the pool, jackie challenged you to a race across the water. when michael offered to grab you a drink, randy beat him to it first. when he finally worked up the nerve to ask if you wanted to dance to the music playing outside, jermaine swooped in dramatically with a bow and stole you away before michael could even finish his sentence. the worst part? you seemed to genuinely enjoy yourself. you laughed at their jokes, splashed around in the pool with them, and smiled so brightly that michael couldn’t even blame his brothers for liking you. everybody liked you. that was the problem.

at some point, everyone migrated into the pool to cool off from the heat. water splashed everywhere while music echoed. jermaine suddenly clapped his hands loudly. “chicken fight!” immediately, the brothers started pairing off and arguing over teams. “oh, we are absolutely destroying y’all,” tito announced confidently. “in your dreams,” jackie shot back. michael stood waist-deep in the water, watching you laugh while pushing wet hair out of your face. sunlight reflected against droplets on your skin, and for a second he completely tuned out the chaos around him. he wanted to ask you. the thought hit him instantly. ‘get on my shoulders.’ he imagined saying. the idea alone made his stomach flip nervously. he imagined your hands on his head for balance, your laugh close to his ears while you both tried knocking the others over. for once, michael acted quickly. “well maybe me and-” “yo, you’re with me,” jermaine interrupted smoothly, swimming directly toward you before michael could even finish. your eyes widened in surprise as jermaine bent slightly in the water. “c’mon,” he grinned. “we gotta win this thing.” “oh my god,” you laughed. “you’re very confident.” “because I’m the best jackson.” “that is absolutely not true,” several brothers yelled at once. michael stood frozen. jermaine had beaten him to it. again. you climbed carefully onto jermaines shoulders while everyone cheered dramatically. michael tried not to stare too long, but he couldn’t help noticing how naturally comfortable you looked laughing with his brother. “you good up there?” Jermaine asked. “yeah!” you said, gripping his shoulders lightly. meanwhile, michael got paired with randy, who immediately noticed his mood. “you okay?” michael forced a shrug. “fine.” “you got that kicked puppy look again.” “i do not.” “you absolutely do.” before michael could argue further, the game started.

the pool erupted into chaos. everyone splashed wildly while trying to shove each other over. you laughed loudly as you attempted pushing Jackie backward while jermaine held onto your legs for support. michael couldn’t help smiling a little hearing your laugh. then jermaine spun suddenly, nearly throwing you off balance. you squealed and grabbed onto his curls to steady yourself. michaels smile vanished instantly. “careful!” he shouted before he could stop himself. you looked over at him, surprised. “i’m okay!” jermaine smirked knowingly at michael from across the pool. michael wanted to drown him. a few minutes later, jermaine finally got taken down by tito and both of you crashed dramatically into the water. you resurfaced laughing breathlessly. “that was cheating!” “no mercy in this pool!” tito yelled. michael swam over almost immediately. “you alright?” he asked softly. you smiled at him. “you ask that every five minutes.” “because y’all play too rough,” he muttered. your expression softened slightly at the concern in his voice. for a brief moment, it finally felt like you and michael had your own little space away from everyone else. then marlon splashed michael directly in the face. “quit flirting and help us!” the moment shattered instantly.

michael sat quietly at the edge of the pool later on, dipping his fingers into the water while watching jermaine make you laugh again. a familiar ache settled in his chest. maybe you liked jermaine better, or jackie, or honestly any of them. michael knew his brothers were confident, smooth, outgoing. they could flirt effortlessly without overthinking every word. meanwhile, he felt awkward every time you looked directly at him for too long. “mike?” he blinked and looked up. you stood nearby holding two popsicles, your sunglasses resting atop your head. “you disappeared,” you said softly. “oh… uh… just relaxing.” you frowned slightly before sitting beside him. for a second, michaels heart lifted. then tito cannonballed into the pool directly in front of you both, soaking the patio with water. you squealed in surprise before laughing loudly. “okay, that was personal!” you shouted. “come get revenge!” tito yelled. you looked back at michael apologetically. “i’ll be right back.” michael forced a smile. “sure.” and once again, you were gone. his chest tightened. he hated how childish he felt. it wasn’t your fault his brothers were naturally charming. It wasn’t your fault he got insecure so easily. but every time he watched someone else make you smile, that little voice in his head grew louder. you don’t really want him around. the party slowly shifted into evening. orange sunlight stretched across the backyard while music played softer now, calmer.

most of the family remained outside by the grill, but michael slipped quietly into the house. the kitchen was cool and quiet compared to the noise outside. he opened the refrigerator and grabbed the orange juice carton, pouring himself a glass slowly while staring blankly at the counter. he felt stupid for being upset, but he couldn’t help it. he liked you so much it physically hurt sometimes. “you okay?” michael nearly jumped. he turned to see you standing in the kitchen doorway, concern written all over your face. “oh, yeah. I’m fine.” “you sure?” he nodded too quickly. “mhm.” you walked closer anyway. “i’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying.” michael looked down at his glass. you leaned gently against the counter beside him. up close, he could smell sunscreen and chlorine lingering on your skin. “you’ve been quiet all afternoon,” you said softly. “did I do something wrong?” his eyes widened instantly. “no! no, never.” “then what is it?” michael hesitated. part of him wanted to brush it off completely. another part of him was tired of swallowing his feelings. he sighed quietly. “i just…” he paused, struggling for the right words. “i feel like every time i try to spend time with you, somebody pulls you away.” your expression softened immediately. “oh.” michael gave a weak laugh. “sounds dumb when i say it out loud.” “it doesn’t.” he shrugged awkwardly. “my brothers are better at this stuff than me.” “at what stuff?” “talking. flirting. being… confident.” you stared at him in disbelief for a moment. “michael, are you serious?” he looked embarrassed instantly. “well… yeah.” “you think your brothers are more charming than you?” “i mean…” he gestured vaguely. “look at them.” you crossed your arms. “I have been.”michaels stomach dropped slightly.

then you smiled instantly. “and I still spent the whole day trying to get your attention.” he blinked. “what?” “you kept running away from me.” “i did not-” “you absolutely did,” you interrupted with a laugh. “every time one of your brothers dragged me somewhere, you disappeared afterward.” michael opened his mouth, then closed it again. okay, maybe you had a point. you stepped closer. “michael, I don’t care about jermaine flirting with me, or anybody else.” his heartbeat quickened. “i care about you.” the room suddenly felt very still. michael stared at you like he wasn’t sure he heard correctly. “you mean that?” “of course I do.” a shy smile slowly spread across his face, soft and genuine. “you really had me thinking all day,” he admitted quietly. “i thought maybe you liked one of them better.” you laughed softly. “not even close.” michael looked down bashfully, his curls falling slightly into his eyes. “you looked really beautiful today,” he admitted suddenly. your cheeks warmed. “that swimsuit almost killed me.” you burst into laughter, covering your face. “michael!” “i’m serious!” he said, laughing too now. “i couldn’t even think straight.” “we all knew you were acting strange, but couldn’t point out why.” “i know.” “jermaine definitely noticed too.” michael groaned loudly. “please don’t tell me he said something.” “he asked if you were jealous.” michael nearly dropped his glass. “oh my god.” you laughed harder at his horrified expression.

Can you make it to the pool party this weekend? 🌴

michael jackson x blackfem!reader

warning: smut

a/n: I love Michael so much it’s not even funtyyyyy

The California sun was blazing overhead, painting the Hayvenhurst estate in shades of gold and green.

The sound of laughter and splashing water echoed from the backyard, where the Jackson family pool party was in full swing.

You stepped out of your car, your sundress light and breezy, a towel draped over your shoulder.

Your heart was pounding, but you took a deep breath and smoothed down your dress.

You'd been to the Jackson family home before, but never for something like this.

You spotted La Toya almost immediately, her warm smile spreading wide as she waved you over.

She was lounging by the pool, her sunglasses perched on her nose, looking every bit the queen she was.

"Girl, you made it!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.

The pool was full of the Jackson siblings, their laughter and shouts filling the air.

You peeled off your sundress, revealing the bikini underneath, a simple two-piece that you'd been nervous to wear, but La Toya had assured you it was perfect.

As you settled onto a lounge chair next to her, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You glanced up, and your breath caught in your throat.

Michael was standing on the other side of the pool, a can of soda in his hand, his dark curls damp and clinging to his forehead.

He was wearing a pair of swim trunks, his lean chest bare, and he was staring at you like you were the only person in the world.

His brothers saw this too.

"Ooooh, Mike's got his eyes on somebody," Jermaine teased, nudging Michael's shoulder.

"Shut up," Michael muttered, but a faint blush crept up his cheeks.

"Don't be shy, baby brother," Jackie added with a grin. "Go on over there and talk to her."

Michael ignored them, but you saw the way his fingers tightened around his can, the way his eyes never left you.

You offered him a small smile, and he returned it, shy and sweet.

After a few minutes, you excused yourself from La Toya and made your way over to him.

He straightened up as you approached, his smile widening.

"Hey," you said, your voice soft.

"Hey," he replied, his voice that familiar, gentle whisper. "I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

You both fell into step, walking to the edge of the pool where you sat down, your feet dangling into the cool water.

The chaos of the party seemed to fade away as you talked about music, about movies, about nothing and everything.

He laughed at everything you said, that beautiful, infectious laugh that made your heart soar.

"You look really beautiful today," he said quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

You felt your cheeks warm. "Thank you, Michael."

He was about to say something else when a wave of water crashed over both of you, soaking your hair and your face.

You sputtered, turning to see Marlon standing behind you, a mischievous grin on his face, a bucket in his hands.

"Gotcha!" he yelled before running off.

Michael's eyes widened, and then a playful smirk crossed his face. "Oh, it's on."

What followed was an all-out water war. Water guns appeared from seemingly nowhere, buckets were filled, and all the siblings turned on each other.

You found yourself ducking behind a lounge chair, a water pistol in hand, laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

At some point, you lost track of where everyone was. You rounded a corner near the side of the house, your water gun raised, only to find Michael pressed against the wall, his own gun dripping at his side.

He was breathing hard, his curls plastered to his forehead, a grin on his face.

"I think we lost them," he said, his voice low.

You lowered your gun, your heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. "Looks like it."

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush a wet strand of hair from your face. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Come with me," he whispered, taking your hand.

He led you through a side door into a quiet sitting room, the sounds of the party muffled by the walls.

The room was decorated in soft creams and golds, a large sofa sitting in the center.

The afternoon light filtered through sheer curtains, casting everything in a warm, hazy glow.

He turned to face you, his hands cupping your cheeks, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was soft at first, then deeper, more urgent.

You melted into him, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms.

"Michael," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and hooded, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I've been watching you all day," he admitted, his voice low and intimate.

"Every time you moved, every time you laughed... I couldn't think straight."

Your cheeks flushed, but a thrill shot through you. "You could've come over sooner."

"I had to wait for the right moment." His fingers hooked under the strings of your bikini top, loosening them with deliberate slowness. "And this is it."

The fabric fell away, and his breath caught. His eyes roamed over your bare chest with an intensity that made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

He cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, sending shivers down your spine.

"Perfect," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "Absolutely perfect."

He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

You gasped, your fingers threading through his damp curls, holding him there.

He lavished attention on both breasts, alternating between gentle sucks and teasing licks, until you were writhing beneath his touch.

"Michael... please..."

He pulled back, a knowing glint in his eye. "Please what, baby?"

You couldn't find the words, but you didn't need to. He understood.

He guided you down onto the sofa, the cushions cool against your heated skin.

He knelt before you, his hands sliding down your stomach, hooking into the sides of your bikini bottoms.

"Lift your hips for me," he instructed softly.

You obeyed, and he slid the fabric down your legs, leaving you completely bare before him.

He sat back on his heels, his gaze traveling over your body with reverent appreciation.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered. "Every inch of you."

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. Then another, higher.

His lips trailed a slow, torturous path toward your core, his breath warm against your sensitive skin.

When he finally reached your center, he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your folds, and you gasped, your hips bucking instinctively.

He chuckled, a low, velvety sound. "Impatient, are we?"

"Michael touch me, please..."

He didn't make you wait any longer. He parted your folds with his thumbs, revealing your slick, glistening center.

He leaned in, his tongue flat against your clit, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from bottom to top.

The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made your back arch off the cushions.

He found a rhythm, his tongue circling your clit with practiced precision, alternating between soft flicks and firm pressure.

He teased your entrance, dipping his tongue inside you before returning to your clit, building a steady, relentless pace.

"Oh, God... Michael..."

He hummed against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.

He slipped one finger inside you, then two, curling them just right, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

His mouth never stopped, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers, driving you higher and higher.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against your skin. "Let go for me. I want to feel you cum."

The sound of his voice, the feel of his mouth, the pressure of his fingers, it was too much.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body shuddering, a cry of his name escaping your lips.

He worked you through it, gentle and soothing, until your trembling subsided.

But he wasn't done.

He rose, his hands gripping your hips, turning you over.

You found yourself on your hands and knees, the sofa creaking beneath your weight.

You looked back over your shoulder, watching as he positioned himself behind you.

He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the small of your back. "You ready, baby?"

"Yes," you breathed. "Please, Michael."

He guided himself to your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your slick folds.

He entered you slowly, inch by inch, letting you feel every moment of his intrusion.

You gasped at the stretch, your fingers gripping the sofa armrest.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained. "So tight... so perfect."

He paused once he was fully sheathed inside you, giving you time to adjust.

His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, grounding you both.

Then he began to move.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one deep and measured, hitting a spot that made your knees weak.

He set a rhythm, a steady, hypnotic pace that had you moaning with every stroke.

His hand slid around your waist, finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles that sent sparks of pleasure through your already sensitive body.

"Look at you," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "Taking me so well. You're so beautiful like this."

You could only whimper in response, lost in the sensation of him filling you, stretching you, claiming you.

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate.

"I'm close," he warned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Cum with me, baby. Cum for me again."

His fingers worked your clit faster, his thrusts deeper, and the combined stimulation pushed you over the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through you, your body clenching around him, a cry of pure ecstasy escaping your lips.

The feeling of you tightening around him was his undoing. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, as he spilled inside you, his hips stuttering, his grip on your hips tightening.

He rode out both your climaxes, his movements slowing until he was still, buried deep inside you.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sounds were your ragged breaths and the distant echoes of the party outside.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his lips lingering against your skin.

"I love you," he whispered, the words soft and sincere.

You turned your head, meeting his gaze. "I love you too, Michael."

He pulled out gently, and you both collapsed onto the sofa, your bodies tangled together, your skin slick with sweat.

He pulled a throw blanket from the back of the sofa, draping it over your naked forms, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"We should probably go back soon," you murmured, your eyes already growing heavy.

"Five more minutes," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Just five more minutes."

You smiled, nestling into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

Can’t Wait

Warnings/Themes: Explicit sexual content (18+ only), friends with benefits, secret casual hookups, quickie sex, wall sex, alcohol consumption, light possessiveness and desperation, semi-public risk (party continuing outside), dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, internal conflict from friend’s crush, emotional tension mixed with raw lust. Consensual but rushed and urgent.

Word count: 1.9k+

Pairing: Choi San x reader

Brief Summary: At a relaxed pool party with mutual friends at her house, long-time best friend Choi San pulls her inside for a supposed quick favor. Unable to hold back his need, he initiates a desperate quickie against the bedroom wall. She tries to remind him they should wait and that her friend has a crush on him, but his heated kisses and needy words overwhelm her, leading to a fast, intense wall sex encounter while the party goes on just outside.

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The backyard glowed under the bright afternoon sun, the pool sparkling like a jewel amid the relaxed gathering. Music played at a comfortable volume from the patio speaker, mixing with laughter, the clink of bottles, and occasional splashes. It was the perfect chill day—friends scattered around, some lounging on towels or chairs, others cooling off in the water. No stress, just good company and easy vibes.

She had spent most of the time sunbathing on a thick towel near the pool’s edge, her skin warm and slightly flushed from the sun. Her favorite bikini fit her perfectly, the ties at the hips and back adding a subtle edge. She’d slip into the pool now and then for a refreshing swim, letting the cool water wash over her heated body before climbing back out to dry off and sip her drink. A couple of the other girls joined her in sunbathing, chatting lightly while the guys dominated the deeper end—playing around, tossing a ball, and generally acting like overgrown kids.

Choi San stood out effortlessly in the middle of the group. His toned, athletic frame moved through the water with natural power. When he pulled himself up onto the edge, water streamed down his broad chest and defined abs, tracing every line before dripping from the waistband of his black swim trunks. His dark hair clung wetly to his forehead, and that signature bright smile with the dimples flashed as he laughed at something one of the guys said. He looked incredibly attractive, sun and water making his skin glisten.

Mina, one of her friends, had been stealing glances at him more often than usual. For months she had been hinting at her crush—laughing a little too loudly at his jokes, finding excuses to be near him, and repeatedly pulling her aside to beg, “You’re his best friend. Just put in a good word for me? I really like him.” Each time, she had deflected gently: “San isn’t really interested in dating right now. I’d know—he tells me everything.” It wasn’t a complete lie. San wasn’t looking for a relationship.

The full truth, however, remained their secret.

They had been inseparable for years—best friends since college, bonded through late nights, shared secrets, ridiculous inside jokes, and an easy closeness that made everyone else see them as a package deal. No one suspected the casual hookups that had started during one too-drunk, too-horny night and never quite stopped. They happened in impulsive moments—stupid times when inhibitions vanished and the pull between them became too strong. No strings attached. No one needed to know.

Today felt no different at first. The vibe stayed perfectly chill. She floated lazily in the pool earlier, eyes closed against the sun, until San’s voice cut through the noise.

“Hey,” he called from the pool steps, shaking water from his hair. “Can you help me find something inside real quick? I think I left my phone charger somewhere and my phone’s about to die.”

The excuse was weak, but she played along with a dramatic sigh and a smile. “You’re hopeless without me, Sannie.” She quickly try to dry herself and stood. Mina shot her a curious glance, but she brushed it off casually. “Be right back, guys.”

San waited for her by the sliding glass door, his hand brushing the small of her back as they stepped into the cooler air of the house. The sudden temperature drop made her sun-kissed skin prickle. The party sounds became muffled—laughter, music, splashes—leaving them in relative quiet.

He didn’t head for the living room. Instead, he guided her straight to her bedroom, pushing the door open and pulling her inside. The lock clicked shut behind them with quiet finality.

“San,” she started, turning toward him with a mix of amusement and mild warning.

He didn’t let her finish. In one swift motion, he had her backed against the closed door, his still-damp body pressing close. His hands gripped her hips firmly as his mouth claimed hers in a hungry, urgent kiss.

She responded instantly, her body reacting before logic could intervene. His lips were demanding, tasting faintly of beer and the summer heat. When he broke the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and onto her neck, she shivered.

“Fuck, I absolutely need you right now,” he mumbled against her skin, voice low and rough with raw desperation. His breath was hot, sending goosebumps racing along her arms. “Been watching you all day in that bikini… the way it hugs your body, the way you look all sun-warmed. I can’t stop thinking about you, baby. I need you so bad.”

She loved it. She wouldn’t lie—she loved when he got like this, needy and unable to hold back, his usual playful demeanor cracking under the weight of want. Her hands came up to clutch his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle still cool from the pool. Heat bloomed low in her belly, her pulse quickening.

“San… we can’t,” she whispered breathlessly, even as she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. His lips sucked gently at her pulse point, then nipped, drawing a soft gasp from her. “The others are right outside. We should wait until everyone leaves. This is too risky right now.”

He groaned against her neck, hips pressing forward so she could feel exactly how hard he was beneath his swim trunks. “I can’t wait, sweetheart. I’ve been dying since I first saw you out there. Just a quick one. Please, princess. I need to feel you now.”

His hands roamed urgently, pushing the towel away so it pooled at her feet. Fingers traced the edges of her bikini top, teasing the swell of her breasts as he continued kissing and nipping along her collarbone.

“San, seriously,” she managed, voice shaky despite the arousal building fast. “Mina has a real crush on you. She keeps begging me to set you two up. I can’t keep telling her you’re not interested while we keep doing this behind her back. We can’t keep hooking up like this. She wants to ask you out, and I feel like I’m standing in the way by letting this continue.”

He lifted his head, eyes dark and intense as he met hers. For a split second she thought he might pull back. Then he kissed her again—deep, consuming, tongue sliding against hers in a way that stole her breath.

“I don’t want her,” he murmured when they parted, forehead resting against hers. “I want you. Only you.” One hand slipped down, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He found her already slick and warm, groaning softly as he stroked her. “Feel how ready you are for me, baby? Your body doesn’t lie even if your words try to.”

She bit her lip, hips twitching forward into his touch. “San… we really shouldn’t—”

But the protest faded as he kissed her neck again, mumbling between presses of his lips. “Just quick, I promise. In and out. No one will notice. I need you too much right now, gorgeous.”

Her resistance crumbled under the onslaught of his desperation and her own desire. She pulled him closer, kissing him messily as his fingers continued to tease her. The faint sounds of the party—laughter, splashes, music—filtered through the window, making the moment feel even more forbidden and thrilling.

San pushed her bikini bottoms down her legs just enough for access, then freed himself from his swim trunks. His cock sprang out—thick, hard, the tip already leaking with need. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as her back pressed firmly against the door-turned-wall.

“Ready?” he panted, lining the head of his cock up with her entrance, sliding it through her slick folds.

She nodded, whispering, “Hurry,” her arms tightening around his neck.

He thrust in deep in one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt. They both stifled moans at the sensation—him stretching her perfectly, filling her completely in an instant. San stilled for only a heartbeat, letting her adjust to the sudden fullness, then started moving with urgent, deep rolls of his hips.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groaned against her ear, pace already fast and hard. “So tight and wet for me. Been thinking about this all day.”

The door creaked faintly with each powerful thrust, but neither cared. Skin slapped against skin in a quick rhythm. His mouth found hers again in messy, heated kisses while he fucked her steadily against the wall, one hand supporting her thigh and the other braced beside her head for leverage.

She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure built rapidly. The position allowed him to hit deep with every stroke, the angle perfect for quick, overwhelming sensation.

“San—,” she gasped quietly, meeting his thrusts as best she could.

He understood without hesitation, hips snapping faster, pace turning almost punishing in its urgency. Sweat began to mix with the remnants of pool water on their bodies. His breathing grew ragged, forehead pressed to hers.

“God, I needed this,” he muttered, voice strained. “Needed you so fucking much, baby. Can’t get enough.”

Pleasure coiled tight and hot in her belly, building fast from the intense friction. She clenched around him, drawing a low groan from his throat.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged, thrusting deep and grinding his hips in small circles to add pressure where she needed it. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”

The words pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard and fast, walls fluttering and clenching rhythmically around him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cry.

San cursed under his breath, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a few more deep, stuttering pumps, he buried himself to the hilt and came, pulsing hot inside her as he filled her completely. The low, guttural moan he released was barely contained.

They stayed locked together for several long moments afterward, breathing hard, bodies trembling from the quick, intense release. San pressed soft, almost tender kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth—gentle in the aftermath of the rush.

Finally, he eased out of her carefully, a trickle of his release slipping down her thigh. He grabbed tissues from the nightstand, cleaning them both with quick but surprisingly gentle motions before helping her pull her bikini bottoms back up and adjust her top.

She smoothed her hair and straightened herself, cheeks still flushed. “We really can’t keep doing this, San,” she said quietly, though her voice lacked complete conviction after the intensity they’d just shared. “Mina likes you. I can’t keep blocking her chance like this.”

He cupped her face in his hands, thumb brushing her lower lip as he looked at her with those intense, dark eyes. “I’m not interested in her. Never have been. This is us.” He leaned in for one last quick, lingering kiss. “But we should get back before someone starts looking.”

They slipped out of the room separately—her first, then him a couple of minutes later—to avoid raising suspicion.

Back outside by the pool, the party continued as if nothing had happened. The sun still shone brightly, laughter still filled the air. Mina gave her a slightly questioning look as she rejoined the group, but she brushed it off with a casual smile and another cold drink.

San jumped back into the water with the guys, his easy, dimpled grin returning as if the entire encounter had been nothing more than a quick trip inside. Yet when their eyes met across the shimmering pool water, the heat and secret satisfaction still lingered between them—fast, addictive, and impossible to fully ignore.