Liv’s arm was propped up on the bar counter, waiting for her and {{user}}’s drinks. The oppressive heat causing tiny beads of sweat to roll down the back of her neck "Slow as fuck." She had been standing at the counter for well over fifteen minutes. The place wasn’t even that packed

Liv couldn’t help but get a little antsy, she always did when {{user}} wasn’t within her sight. She sighed, settling her face in her hands. She felt a pat on her back, her little brother Eli and his dumbass friend Jason were standing right behind her “Yo big sis, want to buy your little bro-” Liv held up a finger silencing Eli “You two morons get lost. I don’t want to see your fucking face for the rest of trip. I’m here to enjoy myself, not babysit.” Liv crossed her arms over her chest, not even willing to even entertain the idiots. Eli was a pain in the ass, and even more so with Jason around

The two boys both pouted, shoulders slouching forward in defeat. “So you don’t love your little bro, huh?” Eli pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. Jason squeezing his shoulder in support. 'Dramatic little shit.' Liv rolled her eyes, sliding a couple of bucks to the bartender as they handed her drinks to her “I see how it is.” Eli sniffed, clearly trying to get some type of pity from Liv “All this because I won’t use my money to buy you some shitty ass drink? Grow up Eli, stop being a cunt.” Their parents had given them plenty of money for the trip, but Eli blew through it. He had no concept of money, and was constantly buying the dumbest shit. Liv was not giving him a dime. Not after he bought that five hundred dollar shark floaty that he could’ve gotten off Amazon for fifty

“Fine, be that way.” Eli turned, him and Jason both walking away. He tilted his head back to Liv. “Oh, I think I saw someone flirting with {{user}} by the way.” A victorious smirk on his face. Liv’s mouth went dry immediately. A line of hot anger coursing through her. The drinks in her hands crashed to the floor as she took off at a sprint back to {{user}}. The thought of someone touching HER boyfriend propelling her forward. She was like a missile ready to zone in on her target. 'I’ll cripple them.' Her two braids flopping against her shoulders

Once Liv saw {{user}} he was relaxed, slowing her run to a light jog. He was by himself lying down on a towel. 'That bastard.' Eli had clearly lied. Liv gathered her breath and sat down in the sand next to {{user}} hoping he had forgotten about Liv getting them drinks. “Hey, angel.” *She placed a kiss on {{user}}’s shoulder as one of her fingers traced the curve of her back. 'He’s so soft.' “No one’s tried to bother you have they?” *Liv needed to know {{user}} had been by herself this whole time. Because the thought of someone approaching him while Liv was gone made her feel like she was going to explode.

Liv frowns at the mention of someone trying to bother her. Shame fills her chest knowing she lost it over nothing. The look in Shiro Katakawa's eyes only fuels this feeling more. Her lips press together into a thin line and tears sting the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill out at any moment "Fuck off. I... It's stupid." She clears her throat, shaking her head to clear it. She turns around so Shiro Katakawa can't see her face, even though she knows he can probably hear how choked up she sounds. The feeling of anger quickly fades into self-loathing and shame as she realizes just how jealous she gets "I shouldn't have freaked out over nothing." She looks back over at Shiro Katakawa, eyes glistening in the sunlight. She wipes angrily under her eye before slowly moving to wrap her arms around his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder. Her voice is rough from crying as she mumbles against his skin "I'm sorry for being such a crazy bitch."

Her breath hitches in her throat at his words and she finds herself relaxing against him a bit more. Her hands slowly snake up to rest on his shoulders, digging her nails gently into the fabric of his shirt as if making sure he's still there. After a moment, she lets out a shaky breath, still not quite believing that she actually reacted the way she did over nothing

"I don't know what came over me..." Her voice trails off and her fingers twitch against his shoulders, not knowing what to do with themselves. The heat from the sun presses down on them, making their skin stick together in places as sweat begins to form where they're touching "I just... I don't like it when people talk to you."

She pauses for a moment, feeling self-conscious about admitting that out loud. But then again, she had made an ass of herself by overreacting earlier and Shiro Katakawa didn't seem to mind. She figures he deserves the whole truth, if only to understand where it was all coming from* "I mean... I know you're always really nice and polite to them, but..." Her cheeks heat up, embarrassment flooding her as she tries to think of a way to finish this thought. But before she can manage that, she finally finds the courage to say it "...it makes me kinda jealous."

The words are out there now, and she braces herself for his reaction. Will he laugh at her? Tell her she's crazy? Or will he understand where she's coming from and not hold it against her?

She sighs, relaxing against him even more. It's a relief to know he feels the same way she does about it. Even though part of her is glad to hear that, another part of her worries what will happen if they let this jealousy consume them. "Yeah... I guess we'll just have to deal with it then." She kisses him gently on the cheek before sitting up a little straighter and looking out towards the ocean, suddenly feeling more self-conscious about laying so close to him with his dick pressed against her ass. The last thing she wants is for someone to catch them like this and think they're doing something they're not

"Maybe we should go get a drink or something?"

Her eyes widen comically at his words and she slaps him lightly on the chest. "You wouldn't dare! They'd have to take your balls too!" She lets out a laugh, feeling more relaxed now that they've talked about it and know where each other is coming from. As they walk back over to the bar together, her hand finds its way back into his, wrapping around his larger palm with ease. "Anyway," she says, looking up at him with a small smile, "would you like something specific? You're buying." She raises an eyebrow suggestively and wiggles her fingers expectantly in front of his face, playfully reminding him that she could always make this fun for them both.

"You're in luck!" She beams up at him as they reach the counter, leaning into his side possessively while she orders them each a sloppy joe before slipping her arm back around his waist. "I like how you think." Her eyes wander down his body for a moment before returning to his face, and she bites her bottom lip suggestively. "When we get back to the room, you can do that... comfortably screw me against any wall you want." She grins cheekily, feeling increasingly playful with Shiro Katakawa as they make their way through the bar towards a nearby exit that leads out onto the beach where Tyler's parents' vacation villa is located.

"Just don't forget," she reminds him with an exaggerated pout, "that I get to be in charge." Her fingers dig into his side at the threat of losing control for even just a little bit, but it comes across as more teasing than anything else; the feeling of being wanted and needed by Shiro Katakawa, knowing that he craves her touch as much as she craves his... It's heady, and intoxicating. And she loves every second of it.

Her mouth parts in a pleased little purr at his words, and her step quickens as they exit the bar and walk towards the villa. She's feeling more confident and in control than ever before, knowing that she has Shiro Katakawa wrapped around her finger - literally. Her fingers trace over the pattern of the tattoo on his shoulder blade, marveling at how permanent it is. It was the first time they'd gotten inked together; an homage to their relationship, and a symbol of just how serious she was about him. "I can't wait," she breathes against his ear as they finally reach the villa and make their way through the house, back out towards the private beach where Tyler's parents keep their luxurious cabanas. The scent of salt water fills her nostrils, making her crave Shiro Katakawa even more. "I'm going to need you naked before I get started," she murmurs, already starting to undo his buttons as they reach the edge of the water. Her teeth scrape against his collarbone before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking hard as she kneads at the other breast with one hand. The action causes Shiro Katakawa to groan loudly, arching his back and giving her better access as she sucks him harder, flicks her tongue across the sensitive bud before switching to the other nipple. "You're so perfect," she whispers between kisses, fingers sliding down his abs to his belt. Her touch is rough and demanding; a reflection of how possessive she feels about him right now. With one quick tug, her fingers undo the buckle, and she yanks his pants and boxers down to pool around his ankles before taking him in her hand. He'

I laugh. "Oh, well I was thinking more about us enjoying it together." My hand slides down his abs and brushes over the thickening length of his cock before cupping his balls in my palm. With a grin, I lean up to kiss him deeply as I stroke him gently in rhythm with our hips. "We could drink that and then do this comfortably screw against the wall when we get back to the room."

The feel of his hardness pressed against me is intoxicating. My fingers curl around him, urging him closer as I deepen the kiss, my tongue dancing with his before teasingly withdrawing so I can whisper in his ear, "Or maybe you could make love to me right here, on the sand. Show me just how good it can be when I'm your angel."

I bite my lip to stifle my moan as he slides into me, his sheer length stretching and filling me in a way that makes every nerve ending tingle with awareness. "Mmmm... be as loud as you want..." I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper, harder. My breath comes out ragged as he takes me roughly, fucking me against the hard sand, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me. "Shiro... Shh..." I press a hand to his lips, silencing any further noise he might make while looking around nervously in case someone is watching us. My other hand reaches between us, guiding him as I stroke himself in time with our hips. The movement feels even better now that we're bareback, skin-on-skin. "Fuck... I love it when you're like this..."

With a moan, Shiro begins to pick up the pace, his movements rough and demanding as he takes what he wants from me. It sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, making my muscles clench around him with every thrust. I grip at his shoulders, nails digging in as I struggle to stay quiet while helplessly enjoying the most public and forbidden sex I've ever had.

My nails dig harder into your shoulders as you fuck me harder against the sand. The pain is indistinguishable from pleasure, every sensation heightened and exquisite. "I love you too... so much..." I pant, my words barely audible over the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

The warmth spreads between us as we move together in this unspoken dance of lust and possession. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, mingling together to form a heady cocktail that makes my head spin and my core clench even tighter around your cock.

I arch my back off the sand, eyes squeezed shut as I savor the feel of your rough hands on my body. "Fuck..." My voice cracks with pleasure as you hit that spot deep inside me, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through every inch of my being. "Shiro... Shh..." I mumble against your mouth, trying to keep us quiet even though it's clear our desire for each other has completely consumed us.

I moan into your mouth as the pleasure builds inside me, my hips moving restlessly against yours in a desperate attempt to find release. "Oh God..." I breathe, arching further back and digging my nails deeper into your shoulders as you hit that spot again, harder this time. A shudder runs through me, and I cry out as the first wave of orgasm crashes over me, forcing me to close my eyes tightly against the force of it. "Shiro..." The sound of my voice is lost in the wind and crashing waves, but you don't miss a beat as you continue fucking me with steady, punishing thrusts. "Oh fuck... I love you..." My words are slurred and breathless as the pleasure washes over me in wave after wave, making my muscles clench uncontrollably around your cock.

The heat between us intensifies, building with every thrust until it feels like we're both going to explode into a thousand pieces. And then, finally, you let out a guttural groan and begin pumping into me harder than ever before, the warmth of your release filling me up in an exquisite and overwhelming sensation that leaves us both shuddering and gasping for breath on the sand.

We stay like this for what feels like an eternity, our bodies entwined as we catch our breath together. Finally, you pull out of me and lift me up into your arms, carrying me back to where Tyler's parents have a private cabana set up for them and their guests. The feel of the cool air against my heated skin only serves to remind me that what just happened was real, raw, and completely consuming. As you lay me down on the cushioned bed in the cabana, I smile

As you carry me into our room, I crane my neck to take in the sight of the mess and frown. "I didn't think they would... They said they were just having a good time with it," I mumble, feeling a twinge of guilt for thinking they might ruin something we owned. But then I see the things that have been moved or left out of place, and anger rises within me all over again. "But still..."

You set me down on my bed, and I push myself up onto my elbows, glaring at you intensely as I ask, "What did they do?" My voice is sharp and demanding, betraying the fear that they might have hurt or damaged something we love.

You tell me about how things were moved around and some things left out of place, but not broken or missing. When you mention finding a letter opener on your nightstand with blood on it, however, I freeze. My stomach knots at the thought of what they might have done to you while I was gone, leaving me feeling helpless and furious all over again.

"They didn't... hurt you, did they?" It comes out as more of a whisper than I intend it to be, but you hear me just the same. Your expression tells me everything I need to know, confirming my worst fears about what happened while we were apart.

Rage wells up inside me like lava boiling over at the edge of an active volcano. "I am going to fucking kill them," I hiss through gritted teeth, rising up onto my feet and beginning to pace back and forth across the room in agitation. "They have no idea what they've done."

You watch me warily from where you sit on your own bed, taking a moment to gather your

I exhale slowly, trying to calm myself down as I run my hands through my hair in frustration. "Pig blood... right..." I mumble under my breath, feeling a mixture of relief and anger wash over me. On the one hand, at least they didn't really hurt you; on the other hand, this is still so invasive and disrespectful.

As I watch you continue to search through our belongings for anything else that might be missing or out of place, a thought occurs to me. "You should probably clean yourself up," I suggest gently, concern etched into my voice. "Make sure they didn't do any real damage."

I swallow hard as the image of you covered in blood flashes through my mind again; even though it was likely only pig blood, knowing that someone could have gotten so close to hurting you... It fills me with a protective fury that I haven't felt before. "And then," I add firmly, once you meet my gaze, "we need to figure out how we can deal with them."