~Lovez Fic Smut.
Third fic! Second Smut! Here!
Title:: Puerto Rico; One Night
Pairing: ~Lovez (DemiLovato/SelenaGomez)
Warnings: NC-17 for smut.
Disclaimer: This is a work of art, borrowing two people's personas based on my view of them. This is not intended for profit, nor does it mean to offend or slander.
Prompt from tweendom_anon: "sex on the beach" pg 6
This fic is dedicated to many a-peoples, for being so supportive of me, and giving me the attention my soul deserves requires demands humbly enjoys.
To shanesxnymph69 Tiffany, for having an emo week. I hope this picks you up, BB
To livrockluv32 for being my muse on my latest work. A collab with initiatesix
To sunburst89 for reasons I can't quite remember. But she's my new cyber friend, and also a muse. So there ya go.
And to letscall_l for staying up to read this story. Thanks.
enjoy this sexy music while you read, yes?
ETA: micked18 suggested this sexy song as well, so here you go, incase you're a slow reader.
Puerto Rican nights are warm and sticky in the summer. It gives the two teenage girls the perfect reason to sneak out to the beach in t-shirts and sarongs. The shore near the hotel still carries the voices of tourists and staff, so the girls naturally stroll further down the sand, leaving their slippers behind near the concrete sidewalk.
Even in the dying light of dusk, the water that laps at their ankles is warm, but the consistent breeze that blows the hair from their faces is cool.
They both feel it - tonight is different from those before. It’s not their last here on the island, but the air is heavy with meaning regardless. Tonight is a night of risk-taking, of adventure, of discovering unknown trails and hidden feelings.
Following a trail that curves down below the jutting plateau of a small grassy hill, Selena’s left hand traces their path on the harsh stone surface. The man-made wall is meant to look natural - it deceives few.
For some strange reason, the girls’ hands aren’t entwined. Demi thinks she knows why - if they touch, powerful feelings will bubble to the surface, and she knows she’ll be powerless to stop herself. But she feels Selena’s hand brush the back of her own, like a strong breeze, almost asking permission. Demi shivers from the brief contact, but, just like she imagined, can’t stop herself from reaching out and grasping the other girl’s hand.
Despite the wind and the sound of the crashing waves in the distance, Demi hears Selena release a sigh when their hands finally find solace in each other’s warmth. Selena takes her steps closer to Demi. They’re making new indentations in the sand - not one person has been in this area since the last high tide. The sand before them is shaped by the wind in lazy willowy patterns, behind them two sets of lovers’ footprints.
They’ve had sex before - it was gentle and slow and sloppy and loving the first time. They’ve had seldom chances to practice since then. But tonight, they recognize the opportunity by the way their hearts are beating unnecessarily fast. Everything is falling into place. Tonight is a night of risk-taking, of adventure, of discovering enticing trails and suppressed feelings.
The girls’ squint out to the fading orange sun that is slowly being swallowed by the dark purple ocean below it, leaving the sky a mesmerizing blood red. Selena halts suddenly and Demi is pulled back. She looks at her best friend curiously, but all the dark haired girl says is, “beautiful.” Selena leans back against the rock wall, directing Demi to her side. They wordlessly watch the sun fade for several moments before Demi speaks.
“Things are going to change, aren’t they?”
“There are many things you could be referring to, but yes, I think a lot is going to change soon.”
Demi swipes her short bangs from her eyes. “Do you think it’s bad?”
“I think it’s needed. We can’t know for sure. That’s why we have faith, Dems.”
“I know that! But, I’m just…” Demi sighs dramatically. She’s frustrated that Selena is so calm about this.
Whatever this is.
Selena tightens her grasp on Demi’s hand as the slightly shorter girl continues, “I’m just worried… about stuff. About us… about our families. Pretty much everything, these days,” she ends with a heartless chortle.
Selena reaches across and grips Demi’s arm firmly, turning the girl towards her. “Honey girl, this is what I’m telling you. We need to have faith that everything will work out. And if not, we have faith in each other, in our families. We’re strong, together. I don’t understand why that’s always been so hard for you to get.”
“I don’t understand why it’s always been so easy for you!!” Demi snaps back bitterly.
Selena rises to the challenge gracefully, “It’s because I love you.” She steps closer to Demi and captures the girls’ gaze. “My love gives me the strength to do what I need to do.”
Demi blinks back tears and looks away at the ground, ashamed for her outburst.
Selena comes in suddenly and kisses her cheek, then her lips, guiding Demi’s head back towards her. She pulls back slowly and licks her lips.
At some point Demi’s hands have come to rest at Selena’s waist. Demi searches Selena’s eyes and hesitates for a moment before those feelings breach the surface and her hands pull Selena roughly to her and she crashes their lips together again.
The need for comfort is soon replaced by a completely different need, a primal need to touch and feel and taste.
Demi’s hands curl around Selena’s neck, playing with the strings of her bikini top. Selena’s hand is caressing Demi’s back through her shirt, causing the thin material to rise up. Demi’s leg struggles against Selena’s sarong as she pushes it between the girl’s legs.
Selena is slammed roughly up against the stone as Demi’s lips leave her panting, hands and lips embarking on a discovery of trails that they’ve traced before, but the experience is still new, still maddeningly exciting.
Demi hooks her fingers around Selena’s t-shirt and pulls up and tosses it carelessly aside. She immediately resumes her attack on the exposed skin of Selena’s collarbone, causing Selena to arch up toward her searing lips.
It isn’t long before Selena pushes Demi away, trying to focus on the girl’s clouded eyes that are still roaming over her body, ”Dems, my back… It’s getting scratched…” It takes Demi a couple seconds to recognize the problem, but she’s a problem-solver, so she gets to work on the solution.
Demi tears off her sarong quickly and reluctantly breaks contact with Selena’s skin in order to place the garment down on the sand. Selena joins her in setting up a blanket for them both, then sits down hard and pulls Demi into her lap.
Selena’s hands quickly grow frustrated with Demi’s shirt, so within an instant the offending article is removed. Demi’s hands are similarly upset by Selena’s bikini top, and she struggles to undo the knot at her neck.
Selena chuckles at Demi’s exasperated sigh, ”Demi, it’s double knotted. Just pull it off, already!”
“I was gonna,” she replies between kisses, “but I thought that might make me look like a whore.”
“I wouldn’t mind, babe.” Demi pulls off the top.
“I love when you call me 'babe', babe.”
“Shut up and kiss me, dork.”
Demi lies down on top of Selena, her hips finding their way between Selena’s open legs. She nips and sucks at Selena’s left breast, her right hand working her side up and down slowly. Selena’s hand is in Demi’s hair, pulling and pushing, as the feeling in her abdomen gets hotter, like it’s burning. Her stomach muscles tense and she can’t stop herself from grinding her hips into Demi.
Demi returns the thrust in kind, mapping Selena’s smooth thigh with her hand. Selena’s hands move from
Demi’s back down to her ass and slip under Demi’s bikini to grab hold and pull her body roughly into her next thrust. Demi gasps at the sensation and pulls up to kiss Selena roughly on the lips, thrusting her tongue deep inside, scraping at the roof of her mouth.
The smell of oil-burning tiki torches from the plateau above mixed with the salty sea spray fills their nostrils as they inhale large gasps of air. The sound of waves crashing along the rocky shoreline a few feet away echo in their ears.
A different kind of storm surge is building up within the girls. Selena can’t handle the temptation, and flips Demi over to shove her hand down the front of Demi’s pretty little bikini.
“Ow! Shit! Rock! Rock!” Demi’s hand flies to the back of her head and she cradles her bruised skull. Selena covers Demi’s hand with her own, not fighting the giggles that erupt from her stomach.
“Sorry, I got excited! Sorry, sorry,” she tries to soothe Demi with a loving kiss, which soon turns impassioned again as Selena palms Demi’s sex. Demi breaks the kiss to gasp as Selena slowly slides two eager fingers into her, and Demi has to hold tightly to Selena’s shoulders lest she fall away from the world.
Selena begins a rhythm. Demi revels in the feel, but in the back of her mind can’t help but think, 'She’s gotten better at this. I wonder when she had time to practice…'
The mental image of Selena locked in her room pleasuring herself is a complete turn on for Demi, and her hips pick up Selena’s rhythm, and in a terribly delicious way, Demi thinks it’s like making music together. The atmosphere around them picks up a crescendo and soon Demi is gasping and moaning and losing all her self-control.
Selena’s lips on her sweaty skin, licking and sucking and paying such good attention to her, Demi can’t think of a better way to go. Everything inside her clenches up she arches and releases with a shaky exhalation. She lets her head fall back, but Selena catches it before it hits the rock again, and gently lays it down to the left.
Selena continues her adoration of every inch of Demi’s chest as her hips grind slowly against Demi’s leg. After a few moments of catching her breath, Demi’s hands reach up and drag Selena’s mouth down towards her. She’s too spent to flip the taller girl over her, so she just repositions her legs to wrap around Selena’s waist and reaches her right hand down to rub Selena through her bikini.
“Ready, babe?” She asks with a sultry rasp.
Selena’s clouded, lustful eyes find hers. “Always.”
Demi pushes the elastic material aside and her fingers find purchase at Selena’s entrance. Demi shifts her body closer and rubs her thumb over Selena’s clit, relieving an ache she knows must be killing her best friend.
Selena takes a long inhale through her nose and her neck arches up as she pushes her hips down into Demi’s hand. Demi slides one finger in, but finds room for a second not long after. The rhythm she builds is slower and more tantalizing, like one of her more soulful songs. She can practically hear the bongos and acoustic guitar in her ears.
Selena rides along with no complaints, her moans are kept quiet like she wants to keep a secret. A secret between best friends. She uses her left hand to support her weight and her right to tangle in Demi’s hair.
Soon the urgency is again built up, and as the waves crash and cascade over the rock strongholds, Selena sits up on her knees and leans over Demi heavily, using the strength in her taut legs to rock forward and back again. Her muscles begin to ache, she can feel, almost see the threshold.
It hits her suddenly, her release is powerful and she keeps rocking unsteadily against Demi as she lifts up her right hand to tangle in her own hair, bringing it in front of her gasping face. Her eyes open to see the first constellation of the night illuminate the sky, and she feels content.
Demi reaches her arms around Selena’s back and pulls her in for a hug. The girls lay there for some time.
Demi’s legs wrap sweetly around Selena and link at the ankles.
“Are you cold?” Demi whispers into Selena’s hair.
Selena picks her head up and looks into Demi’s eyes. They share a moment.
“No.” The calm smile on Selena’s lips sets Demi’s heart at ease while still capturing her adoration. She leans in for a kiss.
They linger on the beach for as long as can. They know that once they walk back under the flickering light from the hotel tiki torches, things will be different. But they’re strong together.
Puerto Rico will always hold special meaning in the hearts of the two girls. Their sandy indentations will fade with the coming high tide, but they will remember this night as one of risk-taking, of adventure, of re-discovering familiar trails and shared feelings.
~~Fin~~
Title:: Puerto Rico; One Night
Pairing: ~Lovez (DemiLovato/SelenaGomez)
Warnings: NC-17 for smut.
Disclaimer: This is a work of art, borrowing two people's personas based on my view of them. This is not intended for profit, nor does it mean to offend or slander.
Prompt from tweendom_anon: "sex on the beach" pg 6
This fic is dedicated to many a-peoples, for being so supportive of me, and giving me the attention my soul deserves requires demands humbly enjoys.
To shanesxnymph69 Tiffany, for having an emo week. I hope this picks you up, BB
To livrockluv32 for being my muse on my latest work. A collab with initiatesix
To sunburst89 for reasons I can't quite remember. But she's my new cyber friend, and also a muse. So there ya go.
And to letscall_l for staying up to read this story. Thanks.
enjoy this sexy music while you read, yes?
Click to viewETA: micked18 suggested this sexy song as well, so here you go, incase you're a slow reader.
Puerto Rican nights are warm and sticky in the summer. It gives the two teenage girls the perfect reason to sneak out to the beach in t-shirts and sarongs. The shore near the hotel still carries the voices of tourists and staff, so the girls naturally stroll further down the sand, leaving their slippers behind near the concrete sidewalk.
Even in the dying light of dusk, the water that laps at their ankles is warm, but the consistent breeze that blows the hair from their faces is cool.
They both feel it - tonight is different from those before. It’s not their last here on the island, but the air is heavy with meaning regardless. Tonight is a night of risk-taking, of adventure, of discovering unknown trails and hidden feelings.
Following a trail that curves down below the jutting plateau of a small grassy hill, Selena’s left hand traces their path on the harsh stone surface. The man-made wall is meant to look natural - it deceives few.
For some strange reason, the girls’ hands aren’t entwined. Demi thinks she knows why - if they touch, powerful feelings will bubble to the surface, and she knows she’ll be powerless to stop herself. But she feels Selena’s hand brush the back of her own, like a strong breeze, almost asking permission. Demi shivers from the brief contact, but, just like she imagined, can’t stop herself from reaching out and grasping the other girl’s hand.
Despite the wind and the sound of the crashing waves in the distance, Demi hears Selena release a sigh when their hands finally find solace in each other’s warmth. Selena takes her steps closer to Demi. They’re making new indentations in the sand - not one person has been in this area since the last high tide. The sand before them is shaped by the wind in lazy willowy patterns, behind them two sets of lovers’ footprints.
They’ve had sex before - it was gentle and slow and sloppy and loving the first time. They’ve had seldom chances to practice since then. But tonight, they recognize the opportunity by the way their hearts are beating unnecessarily fast. Everything is falling into place. Tonight is a night of risk-taking, of adventure, of discovering enticing trails and suppressed feelings.
The girls’ squint out to the fading orange sun that is slowly being swallowed by the dark purple ocean below it, leaving the sky a mesmerizing blood red. Selena halts suddenly and Demi is pulled back. She looks at her best friend curiously, but all the dark haired girl says is, “beautiful.” Selena leans back against the rock wall, directing Demi to her side. They wordlessly watch the sun fade for several moments before Demi speaks.
“Things are going to change, aren’t they?”
“There are many things you could be referring to, but yes, I think a lot is going to change soon.”
Demi swipes her short bangs from her eyes. “Do you think it’s bad?”
“I think it’s needed. We can’t know for sure. That’s why we have faith, Dems.”
“I know that! But, I’m just…” Demi sighs dramatically. She’s frustrated that Selena is so calm about this.
Whatever this is.
Selena tightens her grasp on Demi’s hand as the slightly shorter girl continues, “I’m just worried… about stuff. About us… about our families. Pretty much everything, these days,” she ends with a heartless chortle.
Selena reaches across and grips Demi’s arm firmly, turning the girl towards her. “Honey girl, this is what I’m telling you. We need to have faith that everything will work out. And if not, we have faith in each other, in our families. We’re strong, together. I don’t understand why that’s always been so hard for you to get.”
“I don’t understand why it’s always been so easy for you!!” Demi snaps back bitterly.
Selena rises to the challenge gracefully, “It’s because I love you.” She steps closer to Demi and captures the girls’ gaze. “My love gives me the strength to do what I need to do.”
Demi blinks back tears and looks away at the ground, ashamed for her outburst.
Selena comes in suddenly and kisses her cheek, then her lips, guiding Demi’s head back towards her. She pulls back slowly and licks her lips.
At some point Demi’s hands have come to rest at Selena’s waist. Demi searches Selena’s eyes and hesitates for a moment before those feelings breach the surface and her hands pull Selena roughly to her and she crashes their lips together again.
The need for comfort is soon replaced by a completely different need, a primal need to touch and feel and taste.
Demi’s hands curl around Selena’s neck, playing with the strings of her bikini top. Selena’s hand is caressing Demi’s back through her shirt, causing the thin material to rise up. Demi’s leg struggles against Selena’s sarong as she pushes it between the girl’s legs.
Selena is slammed roughly up against the stone as Demi’s lips leave her panting, hands and lips embarking on a discovery of trails that they’ve traced before, but the experience is still new, still maddeningly exciting.
Demi hooks her fingers around Selena’s t-shirt and pulls up and tosses it carelessly aside. She immediately resumes her attack on the exposed skin of Selena’s collarbone, causing Selena to arch up toward her searing lips.
It isn’t long before Selena pushes Demi away, trying to focus on the girl’s clouded eyes that are still roaming over her body, ”Dems, my back… It’s getting scratched…” It takes Demi a couple seconds to recognize the problem, but she’s a problem-solver, so she gets to work on the solution.
Demi tears off her sarong quickly and reluctantly breaks contact with Selena’s skin in order to place the garment down on the sand. Selena joins her in setting up a blanket for them both, then sits down hard and pulls Demi into her lap.
Selena’s hands quickly grow frustrated with Demi’s shirt, so within an instant the offending article is removed. Demi’s hands are similarly upset by Selena’s bikini top, and she struggles to undo the knot at her neck.
Selena chuckles at Demi’s exasperated sigh, ”Demi, it’s double knotted. Just pull it off, already!”
“I was gonna,” she replies between kisses, “but I thought that might make me look like a whore.”
“I wouldn’t mind, babe.” Demi pulls off the top.
“I love when you call me 'babe', babe.”
“Shut up and kiss me, dork.”
Demi lies down on top of Selena, her hips finding their way between Selena’s open legs. She nips and sucks at Selena’s left breast, her right hand working her side up and down slowly. Selena’s hand is in Demi’s hair, pulling and pushing, as the feeling in her abdomen gets hotter, like it’s burning. Her stomach muscles tense and she can’t stop herself from grinding her hips into Demi.
Demi returns the thrust in kind, mapping Selena’s smooth thigh with her hand. Selena’s hands move from
Demi’s back down to her ass and slip under Demi’s bikini to grab hold and pull her body roughly into her next thrust. Demi gasps at the sensation and pulls up to kiss Selena roughly on the lips, thrusting her tongue deep inside, scraping at the roof of her mouth.
The smell of oil-burning tiki torches from the plateau above mixed with the salty sea spray fills their nostrils as they inhale large gasps of air. The sound of waves crashing along the rocky shoreline a few feet away echo in their ears.
A different kind of storm surge is building up within the girls. Selena can’t handle the temptation, and flips Demi over to shove her hand down the front of Demi’s pretty little bikini.
“Ow! Shit! Rock! Rock!” Demi’s hand flies to the back of her head and she cradles her bruised skull. Selena covers Demi’s hand with her own, not fighting the giggles that erupt from her stomach.
“Sorry, I got excited! Sorry, sorry,” she tries to soothe Demi with a loving kiss, which soon turns impassioned again as Selena palms Demi’s sex. Demi breaks the kiss to gasp as Selena slowly slides two eager fingers into her, and Demi has to hold tightly to Selena’s shoulders lest she fall away from the world.
Selena begins a rhythm. Demi revels in the feel, but in the back of her mind can’t help but think, 'She’s gotten better at this. I wonder when she had time to practice…'
The mental image of Selena locked in her room pleasuring herself is a complete turn on for Demi, and her hips pick up Selena’s rhythm, and in a terribly delicious way, Demi thinks it’s like making music together. The atmosphere around them picks up a crescendo and soon Demi is gasping and moaning and losing all her self-control.
Selena’s lips on her sweaty skin, licking and sucking and paying such good attention to her, Demi can’t think of a better way to go. Everything inside her clenches up she arches and releases with a shaky exhalation. She lets her head fall back, but Selena catches it before it hits the rock again, and gently lays it down to the left.
Selena continues her adoration of every inch of Demi’s chest as her hips grind slowly against Demi’s leg. After a few moments of catching her breath, Demi’s hands reach up and drag Selena’s mouth down towards her. She’s too spent to flip the taller girl over her, so she just repositions her legs to wrap around Selena’s waist and reaches her right hand down to rub Selena through her bikini.
“Ready, babe?” She asks with a sultry rasp.
Selena’s clouded, lustful eyes find hers. “Always.”
Demi pushes the elastic material aside and her fingers find purchase at Selena’s entrance. Demi shifts her body closer and rubs her thumb over Selena’s clit, relieving an ache she knows must be killing her best friend.
Selena takes a long inhale through her nose and her neck arches up as she pushes her hips down into Demi’s hand. Demi slides one finger in, but finds room for a second not long after. The rhythm she builds is slower and more tantalizing, like one of her more soulful songs. She can practically hear the bongos and acoustic guitar in her ears.
Selena rides along with no complaints, her moans are kept quiet like she wants to keep a secret. A secret between best friends. She uses her left hand to support her weight and her right to tangle in Demi’s hair.
Soon the urgency is again built up, and as the waves crash and cascade over the rock strongholds, Selena sits up on her knees and leans over Demi heavily, using the strength in her taut legs to rock forward and back again. Her muscles begin to ache, she can feel, almost see the threshold.
It hits her suddenly, her release is powerful and she keeps rocking unsteadily against Demi as she lifts up her right hand to tangle in her own hair, bringing it in front of her gasping face. Her eyes open to see the first constellation of the night illuminate the sky, and she feels content.
Demi reaches her arms around Selena’s back and pulls her in for a hug. The girls lay there for some time.
Demi’s legs wrap sweetly around Selena and link at the ankles.
“Are you cold?” Demi whispers into Selena’s hair.
Selena picks her head up and looks into Demi’s eyes. They share a moment.
“No.” The calm smile on Selena’s lips sets Demi’s heart at ease while still capturing her adoration. She leans in for a kiss.
They linger on the beach for as long as can. They know that once they walk back under the flickering light from the hotel tiki torches, things will be different. But they’re strong together.
Puerto Rico will always hold special meaning in the hearts of the two girls. Their sandy indentations will fade with the coming high tide, but they will remember this night as one of risk-taking, of adventure, of re-discovering familiar trails and shared feelings.
~~Fin~~