Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
hi!! would you be able to do an angsty feely fic ig inspired by 'scotty doesn't know?' like she's in katie's position where hugh is cheating on her but she's kind of starts cheating on him back with patrick after she finds out.. I hope that makes sense!! tysm 🫶
note ⸝⸝⸝ i love u anon this was genius and it was sm fun writing this ugh pt2 def coming soon!!!!!
summary ⸝⸝⸝ drama drama.. and drama
warnings ⸝⸝⸝ cheating, mentions of suggestive behavior(no smur tho), cursing
you’ve been in a lovely, awesome relationship with one of tommen high school’s students. your relationship started from catching each other’s eye, when you both got grouped up for a project. things led to another and you ended up as an undying couple.
you thought your relationship was pretty solid. hughie biggs was a nice guy — most of the time. only when it was just you two alone. never when he was around a specific blonde girl. and that blonde girl’s name ended in “young.” you tried to avoid it though. avoid catching that jealousy feeling, avoid being a possessive girlfriend. but the way she acted with hughie when you were there. and the way he just allowed it to happen.
which is why things stumbled, and uh… i guess you could say you didn’t mean to really end up having a full-on makeout sesh with patrick feely in the backseat of hughie’s car. it wasn’t your fault! well okay, it was. but you didn’t do it intentionally! you were both drunk, off your minds drunk from hughie’s classic crazed party, and catching hughie and lizzie kissing in his bedroom was just another stoop.
patrick caught you when you were at your lowest. crying in front of his house, after literally vomiting into the bushes, he was the one who held your hair back, and caressed you, making sure you felt better.
which is why you both are awkwardly sitting next to each other at lunch. you’re in between hughie and patrick. what a lovely seating.
hughie’s talking loudly with gibs, the rest of the table either laughing at them or lost in their own conversations, but not you and patrick. you were trying to focus on anything other than the fact that patrick’s fingers were caressing your inner thigh.
your cheeks redden the second feely leans into your side, manspreading a bit more so his thigh touches yours.
hughie turns to face you. “earth to you. what’s on your mind?” he says, waving a hand in your face.
“yeah, what do you think? don’t side with him just cuz he’s your boyfriend! side with the truth.” gibs says, the entire table shutting to look at you.
you awkwardly shift your gaze away from them and down to your lap. “uh. i don’t know? i side with no one.”
gibs loudly sighs. “see! she’s just saying that because she doesn’t wanna hurt your feelings, hughs!”
hughie turns his attention back to him. the entire table goes back to their usual chatter. god, that was awkward. actually no — it wasn’t awkward. you were just nervous because patrick won’t stop touching you! and you allowed him. you could stop and say something but you don’t want to. because you like the feeling of cheating on hughie back. you like the way patrick treats you, like you’re the only person in the world. that’s what you originally wanted in your relationship, but hughie’s eyes were on someone else. and now yours are on feely’s.
you and feely are in the janitor’s closet, students still walking outside and chattering. he has to go back to rugby practice soon but you guys got a little caught up.
patrick says your name softly, “seriously. i need to go. they’re gonna think it’s suspicious—”
he gets cut off by you pressing your lips to his. “seriously? you teased me all day during lunch and now you can’t spare a few seconds for me?” you tilt your head, grinning at him.
“fuck, i swear you do something to me— two more kisses then we’re done.”
“three?”
“no. two. what are you doing right now? enough with the pouty face.”
“i won’t stop till you add a three, farmer boy.”
patrick groans, rubbing his hands over his face, then grabbing you by the jaw. his tongue slides into yours for invitation and you accept instantly. the way his mouth feels against yours is just… unbelievable. you’ve never felt this electric feeling before with anyone, not even your uh… current boyfriend. but… let’s not talk about that.
after a final kiss you both dust yourselves off, that after-look of a strong makeout sesh will look obvious, and very suspicious. “i’ll leave first, yeah?” patrick asks, gripping onto your hand, slowly interlocking yours with his. you nod. “yeah. bye.” you smile at him. the janitor’s closet is dark but not dark enough that you can’t see each other’s faces. and the look on your face right now almost makes him drop to his knees for you.
“fuck. okay. bye, love.” he says, pressing a kiss onto your cheek, then opening the door to leave. you sigh as the door closes behind him, giggling to yourself that you’ve attained such a man. well… not attained, since you guys aren’t really together yet, but you feel so different with him.
you sit on the benches with shannon, claire, and lizzie, watching the boys practice for rugby. “this is so fucking boring. can’t we do something else?” lizzie says with visible annoyance. she’s never liked going to rugby matches—you know that because hughie told you.
“no liz! there’s a big match coming soon and gibsie really wanted me to come to his practice.”
“and to do what?”
“support him! obviously.”
“how? you’re just watching him play.”
claire throws a twizzler at liz. “shhhh. you wouldn’t get it.”
as the two proceed to bicker, you lock eyes with patrick, him sending a wink to you. you have to stop yourself from smiling before someone notices. “who’d patrick just wink a—” shannon says, but you put your hand over her mouth. your eyes widen, looking around to make sure no one heard.
she slowly removes your hand. “what?” she whispers. you scoot away, pushing shannon a bit farther with your hip. “i have to tell you something. but you can’t tell anyone. okay? not even johnny.”
she raises an eyebrow, nodding curiously. “i kissed patrick. well. not once. but a few times.”
she gasps loudly but covers her mouth before the other two notice. “when was this?”
“like… hughie’s last party.”
she gasps again, but this time quietly. looking back at patrick then you, she gulps. “what are you gonna do now?”
“i don’t know shan. but i’m confused why you aren’t mad at how i cheated on hughs.”
“well… not biased or anything but i just feel like hughie isn’t really the one for you. so i don’t know? i kinda expected this to happen.”
“me cheating?”
“no no!” she quickly replies, hands waving you off. “i mean like… i expected your relationship would end sooner or later.”
you nod, processing everything she said. she was right. shannon knew. you and hughie’s relationship was never going to be stable forever. this was just a high school relationship you both jumped into too quickly. you were his rebound.
before you guys can continue, the boys head up. claire and liz walk down to them, as shannon gets up and grabs your hand, pulling you along.
you and patrick make eye contact before hughie pulls you in and kisses you. his right hand holds your cheek before pulling away. patrick’s jaw clenches at the sight of his lips touching yours. you cringe at the fact you kissed both of them in one day.
eyeing patrick again, hughie interrupts you. “why do ya keep lookin at pat?”
your heart almost drops to the floor when he says that. shan too probably, judging by the nervous side-eye she gives you.
“no reason. we just uh—have a project to work on together.”
he nods, ruffling your hair, then throws his arm around your shoulder. “thought pat jumped on you or somethin’.” he laughs.
patrick sends a fake smile his way, replying, “jumped? you know i don’t do that with girls. they come to me first.”
seriously? it feels wrong for your heart to break at that, since your literal boyfriend is beside you, but that hurt. why would he say that? he could’ve just avoided hughie’s words.
after school ends, with everyone wrapping up for the weekend, you decide to head to your favorite fast food shop, a burger place nearby your house. ordering, you sit down in one of the booths. you wanted shannon to come but she was busy with johnny. you had no one else to talk to about this.
you couldn’t tell claire because she’s literally hughie’s sister. and you couldn’t tell lizzie either because she’s the one who kissed hughie in the first place. you two were never that close anyway.
but seriously, you’re stuck. and patrick’s stupid line earlier just made you even more confused—upset.
the bell jingles. patrick enters the room. you don’t notice, still lost in thought.
he notices you though. he always does. you could be in a crowd of thousands and he’d still spot you. he heads over, sliding into the booth in front of you.
your head raises. you and him make eye contact.
he says your name softly.
“feely.” it comes out like a whisper instead of a calling.
he flinches slightly at you calling him by his last name. you always call strangers by their last names.
“what did i do?”
“i don’t know. ask one of those girls who supposedly chase you.”
patrick’s eyes flicker. he suddenly knows why you’re upset. he runs a hand over his face before grabbing your hand, his thumb brushing over your index finger.
“you know i didn’t mean it that way. i only said it because of him.”
you can’t help but soften into his touch, and the way he speaks, his voice so soothing. “whatever, it’s fine pat.”
“no it’s not. i want you to communicate with me when you feel upset okay? especially when it’s about something i did. i don’t like seeing you sad over my actions.”
your heart beats faster at his words, embarrassment flooding in for being overdramatic. but you knew you had a reason to feel hurt.
“okay. i’m—” before you could finish your sentence the waiter arrives, placing your order on the table. patrick pulls his hand away, leaning back into the booth, manspreading.
you look at him, then down at the burger and fries. “uh, we can share.”
he shakes his head. “nah, it’s yours.”
you giggle, knowing he’s probably starving. these irish rugby boys are always hungry. you cut your sandwich in half then rotate the plate so you can both share. “eat, patty.”
“you tryna make fun of me?” he grins, holding the other half.
“mmm… maybe.” you say, biting into your burger. the two of you fall into silence, a comfortable silence.
as you both finish, you see him grinning at you. you raise your eyebrow curiously as to why. he reaches his thumb toward you, wiping the side of your lips. but it doesn’t stop there. his index finger brushes softly along your bottom lip.
you’re both lost in the moment when the bell rings. a group of boys enter. patrick spots hughie next to gibsie. he whisper-yells, “fuck, they’re here.”
“i mean, we’re friends? right? can’t we just say we were eating together?”
he stares quietly, as you nod to yourself, realizing how stupid that sounds. “okay! let’s just leave, patrick.”
he pulls your hand. you both quickly exit the booth, heading toward the hall near the bathrooms.
“shit. oh my— what if we just dine and dashed? that’s bad! we could get arrested, pat. what do we do?? he’s gonna catch us.”
patrick pecks your lips, shushing you.
you both hear footsteps coming closer. you spot a janitor’s room and reach for the doorknob. locked.
“patrick?” a voice says.
you both swiftly turn your heads. hughie stands at the end of the hall, watching you.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
໒꒱ beau is so cali boy coded ugh & reference to lanas song which is was inspired me for the title !
prin’ prelude: every summer you visit your parents in California at your childhood beach house and now with your boyfriend, beau. You decided to bring him along for the first time after a year of yall dating. Although your parents love beau and pretty chill. It doesn’t stop the tension building up as you spend weeks under your parents roof. You decided it was time for a little risky midnight date together and a dip in a hotel pool.
WC: 1.1k
précis ꒰ঌ 🜲 ໒꒱ beau maxwell x fem!reader breaking and entering lol (dont do ts), swimming in undergarments, major fluff!!, nonstop flirting, teasing sweet beau as usual, morning makeouts, readers mom sees beau’s hickey LOL, cuddling, your parents lowk being yalls #1 shippers, showing beau around your city & the pch, reader lives in a coastal town in cali (ex. SB, SD, SC - pick ur poison), soaked kisses, pool playfulness, hella kisses, heavy makeouts, groping & grinding, hickies, slight titsucking, lowk desperate!beau, and major boner teasing aka blue ballin’
꒰ঌ 🜲 ໒꒱ MASTERLIST | TAGLIST
It was hard to decide who loved Beau more between you and your dad. Literally. He was obsessed with your boyfriend in the most cute and embarrassing way. When you first landed in cali, after the airport, they couldn’t stop asking him questions about himself; about you.
“Dad haha, you can stop interrogating him now!” Your face flushed as you sweetly try to tell your dad to shut up. Beau almost opened his mouth to protest and boost about your guys relationship some more—putting a finger to his lip and silently shaking your head ‘no’ which just causes him to laugh. You smile and giggle quietly before dropping your finger down to interwine with his fingers.
“Better take care of my daughters heart just like you make sure to not loose that golden shoulder. Got it, Justin Herbert?” You heard your dad spit out in a serious tone which made it all the more funny, “Honey! He just arrived! Let’s not scare him off.” Your mom chimes in with her beautiful bubbly tone. God, you couldn’t wait to get out of that car.
After the first few days, your parents having the chance to take the time to spent time with you guys. Daily dinners outside on the patio right by the beach, inviting you to tag along on your parents routine morning hikes, and the best part—showing beau your childhood bedroom and all their favorite baby photos of you. You enjoyed every minute of the cringy jokes from your older parents and adorable bonding moments together.
There wasn’t a day you guys weren’t out and just adventuring around your town. Your beach house led directly onto the walk of the beach and then going the other way, takes you straight into town. You took advantage of how you live right on the beach, taking morning, and nightly walks together. Never taking a second together for granted.
The old mediterranean beige buildings for every store and building, marina style street-carvings along the walls and even pavements. Everyone knew everyone in towns like these.
For example, the seaside coffee shop you’ve been going too since you were young, the manager remembering you and your kindness. The day you brought in beau, the manager found you both a great match and, “Better take care of her! She’s the marinas princess round’ here.” She said, handing you both your iced coffees.
Beau spent time surfing with you, or more like, learning. He was an amazing learner thanks to his athleticism and also would fully focus on what your directions, positioning, and what too look out for while in the water. It was so cute the way he repeated after you, making sure to remember every dynamic of the surboard in the water with the waves.
You loved the way he would get frustrated, a little nervous during hasty waves, and even protective of you when you werent close to him, looking out for if you drift to offer his own board. He even admired you, the way you carried your wieght, rode the wave for a bit before sliding off, and just how gorgeous you were. He loved to tease himself after his little mistakes or completely bails from his surfboard.
Everyday was the chance of a new adventure, for your summer together in Cali. You took him to the local farmers market to get ingredients to cook dinner later, renting a bike to ride down to coastal bike trails, and don’t get it twisted—beau was a huge romantic.
The other night you had gone out to intimate dinner with your parents and while you were gone, beau got to work. He immediately grabbed the picnic basket in your room, creating different trays full of fruit, crackers & cheese, your favorite chocolates, hot chips, with cute macarons he grabbed secretly from the farmers market. Once he had everything he wanted inside the basket, carrying a picnic blanket, and multiple individual candles he planned to stick in the sand.
Your parents had told you that beau was waiting for you on the beach. You looked at them confused which just made them laugh as if they laugh as you begin to question them a bunch, “Oh! Just run along!” Your mom cheers, laughing. “C’mon! dont keep him waiting.” Your dad joins in, grabbing your moms hand as they walk inside your home.
You began to do a small jog in the sand, your long skirt going with the wind. As your wision cleared perfectly, getting closer to framing your boyfriend into your eyes, the outline of yellow sparkles surrounding him as he laid on a patterned blanket. The sparkles were lit candles meant tk light up the both of you, “Today is the sunset special. Care to join me?” beau slys, reaching out for your hand which you delightfully take. Beau genuinely was a great man and the best boyfriend.
The best part of having beau home with you was waking up next to him. Intertwined bodies as your legs hook and cross into each other, his arm wrapped your waist, and your head on his chest. Your favorite morning melody was the beating of his tranquil heart, the feeling of his super toned abdomen under your hands as they rub the brown birthmark that lies under his belly button was cloudful. If you could sleep in beaus arms as a job, you both would be mega fuckin’ rich by now.
You were the type sometimes wake up a little earlier than him because you werent always the deepest sleeper which is perfectly fine for you because you’ll just kiss beau’s pretty face and soft lips until he wakes up. You were still groggy as you began pressing the softest pecks on his pec, rubbing your face along him upward, and pressing kisses that lingered longer as you got closer to his neck. Once you reached his neck, your kisses got slower but more open, wanting to feel his skin on your lips. Then, you reached creeped closer to his sweet spot.
The feeling of your lips pressing against the plush skin right under his ear, next to the pulse of his neck. Your lips brush against him, which made him twist and turn a bit. You began pressing slightly harder before opening to suck on beau’s skin as he slowly began to wake up. Your soft sucks gained some sleepy noises from him, his hands moving to in your hair to massage your scalp, and then slowly, the soft sound of your lazy suckling lips woke him up.
Beau was half asleep but he was forsure awake now, “mm’baby-hm, what’d to wake up s’veryday to you … mm’fuck—to this.” he grogs out, slight drool coming down his lip which you licked up softly, not caring.
“Spoil me. Love me. Hold me all the time. Great sex. Baby, I could list it all.” You whisper into his ear, as his hands continues to massage the back of your scalp. Your hands frame beau’a face, rubbing his cheek as your eyes met his finally open ones. “Goodmorning, sunshine.” He hums with a drooped smile.
Your mini morning conversations with beau always consist of planning for the day ahead, singing musicals along the way, buying you whatever you want, and always ending the night with desperate housewives as its your favorite show of all time. Even if you had to deal with beau getting mad at the characters and calling them out for their ridiculousness.
“I’m hungry for something that isn’t you for once.” You push your pointer finger into his six pack, teasing him as you bat your lashes, “Ouch.” He fakes, putting his right hand on his chest, before moving your finger from his chest to pull you closer. You shared a few last kisses before heading downstairs to cook breakfast.
𓆉⋆｡˚⋆ 𓈒𓏸.° 𓆝 ⋆. 𓇼
Beau cooked breakfast sandwiches with all the goodies you had in your fridge for the both of you while you just sat there, lookin’ pretty, and admiring him. You both sat together on your isle bar behind the kitchen, “This is really good baby! Fhank Hou!” You thank him with a small mouthful of the bite you were still chewing. You took a sip of your cranberry juice as you played footsies with beau, slight pushing each other away before rubbing your feet together.
You heard the faint noise of heels clicking from down the stairs of your home, becoming clearer as the clicks stepped closer. it was your mom ans she made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a coffee to go. “And what is the lovely couple munchin’ on for breakfast today?” Your mom beams at the both of you, closing the lid tightly on her coffee cup, “Good ol’ breakfast sandwich. Beau made it!” You always loved to show off your man whenever you got the chance.
You loved the way he would get shy for a minute, flush the smallest bit of pink, and crinkle his eyes as he laughs at the joke your mom made.
Your mom walks around the isle to give you both a hug goodbye as she was heading out for work. When leanning in to give beau a nice hug that was long enough for her to notice the small deep purple love-bruise on his neck. Your mom looked in between the two of you, knowing, and slightly disgusted, “Next time honey, don’t bite him somewhere so obvious. Nobody wants to see that.” She quickly looked over at beau after keeping her eyes on you, who literally looked like he was going to faint.
His hand flys up to try to cover up the mark, the small tan on his face glowing pale. He felt like voice got caught in his throat, taking a big gulp, “I-Guess Im'-ah bad at subtlety." He sounded almost constipated when he tried to play if off which it made is funnier than it was supposed to be. You couldn't help but burst out, "It's impossible, huh?" You joked back as your mom didn't know whether to be amused or plain disgusted. She was a bit of both, "The two of you are ridiculous." Your mom cringes sweetly, kissing your forehead to leave after.
Now, it was later in the afternoon and you guys were taking a drive on the PCH. The golden light seeping through your boyfriend's Mustang top down, wind flying through your hair, feeling free and a sweet melancholy taste of a no more perfect moment to be in. Your feet rest out the open window while beau drives with one hand, the other finds yours, and thumbs the side softly. The stereo plays a fuzzy 90s guitar riff. Beau takes moments to glance at you, smile as he admires, and lean over to kiss the back of your hand.
His loop smile as your eyes shine into him, the sun reflecting into them as y'all cruise, "S'perfect, like a mermaid." He says, turning his view back onto the open road. You couldn't help but let out a snort, "Oh really?" You giggle out, "I mean, baby, you do live on the beach. So, My mermaid." He said in an adorable obvious tone.
You leaned cross the armrest, kissing his lips which he melted into without taking his eyes off the road. You couldn't stop the smile against his lips at the fact that, even when driving, he would never refuse a kiss from you.
A turnout on a cliff side road; waves crashing far below, some cliffs rising into mist. It was small and solemn, "We have to stop here, baby! it's beautiful." You exclaim happily, pointing out slightly so he can pull in. He killed the engine and you both climb out. Beau walked around the front of the car to meet your side, where you were leaning on his car, and your tush sat just a bit on top of the passenger door.
He wrapped his jacket around your shoulders as you both stand close together, bodies close with your hip to his thigh as he places his head on top of yours. Just watching the ocean.
The music the waves make as they crash against the cliffside and boulders that stick up out the water. The seagulls flying across the messily sculpted clouds while eagles occasionally hawk. The suns rays created the waves to have its own shimmery makeup as the mixture create a bright highlight that reflects up onto the white paint of beau’s car.
He pulled you into a slow and soft kiss, the wind tugging the both of you as it grew stronger, then peaceful. You both pulled away, staring into each others eyes, “Oh maxwell, i love you ya’know that?” you poke at his cheek, “Shoot me if i ever forget it.” He wraps his arms completely around you, scooping you in.
You guys were the smallest thing up on that turnout. “This is exactly why we drove.” you hum happily. “Worth every mile.” beau mutters against your head, kissing the back of it.
You guys got back on the road as the shining sun dulled down, not wanting to be out on open roads when its pitch black. Beau played the shared playlist you guys created that holds all your favorites. He cranked that bad boy up once heard you singing the lyrics to your favorite song and snapping your fingers to the melody, even shimming your shoulders. He looked at you like treasure, just infatuated with every part that makes you who you are.
He began to sing along with you, both singing way off-key. You love the moments he takes to squeeze your thigh slightly, just dancing in each other’s presence. Throughout, your feet went from out the window to into his lap as he drove, one hand massaging your heel as the other stayed strict on the wheel.
You saw the dusk-lit road had been empty for a while, so—you unbuckled your seatbelt which beau immediately whipped his head, “baby—” He began but didn’t finish as you carefully climbed into his lap as he drove.
Beau now had one hand on your waist, squeezing the thick of your hip. He kisses your forehead and you began kissing his lips slowly, softly, scooting down some more so he could get a clearer view of the road; never pulling away. it was a small risky makeout of soft lingering kisses. The moment he got off the exit and stopping at a red light.
The kisses pressed harder, tongues swirling for just a few seconds before hearing a honk from a car behined you. A fit of giggles rang throughout the car, hastily moving back into your passengers and buckling up, before you get beau arrested, and ticketed.
“Gonna stop and get gas cause’ we still have a bit till we get back to your town.” As he pulls into the gas station that was on his left.
𓆉⋆｡˚⋆ 𓈒𓏸.° 𓆝 ⋆. 𓇼
“Y’know what i want?” you ask your boyfriend in a playful tone, “Tell me, princess.” he questions as he hums to the tune of frank ocean, drawing shapes on your plush thigh. You turn to the window and watch the endless arrays of different truck-stops, motels, seafood markets, and restaurants that beam ‘mariscos’. You took a minute to answer him, “There!” You shout, “I want us to go there!” You point out to the huge upcoming sign that was shaped as a beachshell and lit up in blaring aquamarine and pink neon lights.
Seashell Del Mar Inn
The neon sign read high and above the motel which was white with accents of baby-pink doors for every motel room on each level with teal metal railings to match the stairs, and an baby-blue roof. What made you wanna go there so bad? There huge ass pool that had a mini waterfall fountain built into it that was glowing bright green with the dark night.
“Baby I’m up for all your adventures, but why stay at a hotel, when we have your house?” He was clueless to the real mission of tonight. “Who said anything about stayinf over? Baby, im talking ‘bout the pool!” Beau stopped at the red light that was right infront of the hotel, showing you a great view of the pool.
“Fuck it baby, whatever you say.” he says with lick of his lip, turning the corner to loop around the hotel building and park behind it. You both walked around to where the opening of the motel parking lot was, getting through with one leg over the other.
you passed through the cars and finally got to the wide area which had a pink bar fence that only divided one thing. The pool. Bear grabbed your hand to keep you close as he could tell you were way too excited, skipping off as you quietly yelled about how cute everything was. It looked like something straight out of H2O.
Beau looked around to see where the cameras were facing, most were faced towards the rooms, and check inn. There was one camera that was in the pool area but beau was surprised if the receptionist was even awake, it’s only an hour away from midnight and the roads only manifested a car every while.
“C’mon baby, ill give you a boost over the pool entrance so you can unlock it.” Beau guides you and leads you the whole way through, putting your foot in his hands as you gain leverage to hop. “Good girl.” He praises with a smirk as you open the gate which he immediately pulls you into a kiss.
“I didn’t know breaking and entering could make you so sexy.” Beau teases you, his tongue flicking the top of your lip before pressing a kiss on them. You move from his embrace, slowly backtracking before spinning around sweetly, throwing off your shirt which revealed your lavander lacy bralette.
You looked back at beau whom was watching every move you make, not dearing to take his eyes off you for a second. You give him an innocent look, stopping right at the steps of the pool and feets away from him as you take your shorts off, revealing your matching cheeky underwear. Beau was enchanted by every inch of you. Literally luring him in like a siren.
With a step into the pool, one foot infront of the other as you step down; sinking yourself slowly as you feel out the water. you push yourself off the steps, softly shootinf yourself through the water as your hands wave through, feeling the coldness on your fingertips.
You swam your way towards beau who was crouched right by the ledge just inches away from you, memorizing the beautiful sight you are.
“you gonna let me swim all alone?” You reach your hands out of the water and pulling on him by his shirt, staining it clear. You couldn’t help but bat your lashes at him as he just looked too fucking good and you wanted him in here or you were gonna drag him in, clothed.
He luckily was quick to throw off his jeans and shirt. He jumped into the pool like the headass he can be sometimes, splashing your face and the area around. You laughed as you tried to avoid the water. You were waiting for beau to come up to the surface but then you saw him linger around under water before loosing sight of him.
Then, you felt someone tickle your feet which immediately made your whole body jolt and begin to flare your hands as they just splashed everywhere. Beau came up once he thought your tickle attack had been enough and you also almost kicked him right in the nose. “eeehh! Beauu!!” you squeal, throwing yourself around him which he immediately locks your legs around his waist.
You enjoyed the way beau was so strong, like strong enough to throw you in the air, launching you softly to land back in the water just how you had asked. Beau never understood why you loved to go flying like that, but your excuse never gets old with him. He actually loves it when you tell him, “It’s like having a waterpark at home!”
“I want to spend the rest of my summers with you if it means committing misdemeanors together.” He whispers against your hair as he holds you as you guys are under the waterfall now, hiding within its mini like man-made cave with its fake rock walls. “Good, get used to it.” You tease him, playing with the wet curls of his hair.
The tension heavied quickly, tingling the both of your senses as your the gaze shared between the two of you just deepened and mixed with love—and lust, now. Your eyes bounced between hip perfect cupid lips and his brown bear eyes.
You pressed your chest up against his bare one, squishing your covered tits slightly together as they push up. Beaus hands caress your hips before dropping to grip the curve of your ass, squeezing softly causing you to let out a light gasp before diving your lips into his. Your lips battle against each other passionately, hands cupping his face as his own groped your sweet ass, tongues licking each other’s lips teasingly, and the slight taste of chlorine mixing with your shared saliva.
Beau’s tongue sneaks his way into your mouth, stretching to taste every crevice of you before sucking on your tongue through every press, biting your lip slightly as he gives himself this moment to breathe. You both felt your lips tug in a smile yall couldn’t avoid.
Beau went back to kissing you—lingering, long, and wet open mouth kisses that led down from your cheek to the front of your ear, teasing the skin on the rim with his tongue which causes you to shudder. You felt his tongue tease and dance around the damp, yet susceptible skin of your neck.
You squirmed as your arousal grew, your hips tickingly at the buildng anticipation that eagered to run up your body like hot eletric-waves. You let out a soft moan as you tilt your head back just enough to give him all the access he craved. You felt the rough kisses turn into loving yet deep suctions of his lips, tongue running on the crimsoned skin that will subside to mark a mix of a beautiful deep purple red that shows your all beaus.
The back of beaus hand goes to the back of your neck, holding you in place as you almost slipped from his embrace, scooping you back up into his balance while leaving a trail of self-made artwork from your boyfriend. Like you were his canvas and his tongue was all the paint you needed.
You felt wet fingers playing around with the back hooks of your bralette, beau looking up at you, “Think those girls miss me. they deserve s’kisses too, right babygirl?” You couldn’t help but moan out as you felt his fully erected cock within his boxers, strained to the side, and tight. You could feel the tip press the rough of your lace against your clit under the water. The weird cool yet pressured feeling bubbled your stomach in automatic pleasure, grinding your core down onto him.
Beau’s hands unclasp your bralette, letting it fall of your shoulders naturally, and helping him shrug it completely off at the end to reveal your delicate and perfect tits.
Beau will always drool at the sight of the way your nipples are the best part of your soft and sweet titties, watching the way he would wrap his mouth around your areola, tongue running, and swirling to watch it harden after the cool air kisses it with its own mist. His other hand massaged, palming your areola softly as you let out small hums against his neck, moaning how good he was to you in his ear.
“feels s’fuckin’ good, b-beau baby-mmh’,” you felt his grip your ass harder, pushing you against the tip of his member as his head enjoyed indulging himself between both your titties, taking the time to massage them, leave them kisses in a circle, highlighting the perk of your tits, even trailing pecks under, and on your ribcage.
“Perfect tits my love, s’all for me, say it baby.”
His other hand that was on the back of your neck went to roughly cup your cheek, thumb playing, and folding your bottom lip—giving you permission, almost. “Yes! I la—love it! s’yours baby, s’yours!” you let out in a hushed cry, growing desperate for more than just some bumpin’ and grindin’.
“Just fuck me right here, please baby.” you whine with your mind drunk off beau and horniness. Beau laughed softly, giving your boobs one last kiss to each before helping you clasp your bralette back on.
“No not here, i wanna make sure i can hear my mermaid crying out for me.”
࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ REBLOGS & COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED₊ ⊹ ˑ
TAGLIST 🜲 @lunalovemore @pinknjm
A/N: tsss was soo self indulgent & beau is the perfect boyfriend to do night getaways ! he would take care of u & guide u while also letting u be free ?? tf
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
jbbartram-illu
prguitarman
baratheonpilled
tangentwithtanner
