SEXTAPE, PART III,
CHAPTER 42.

" 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐒 "

- unedited.

Sometime in June.

"Ready to go?" Jean asked, letting his sunglasses fall onto the ridge of his perfect nose as you finished picking up your stuff to head down to the beach.

"Almost done. I can't find my fucking sandals.. I got them in Arizona and now i'm upset." You answer with a sigh, scrambling around the closet in the foyer. You and Jean's shoes were kept together neatly by the front door, but of course you had to fuck it up with your missing sandals.

"Y'know what, let's go babe." You say in defeat, grabbing a different pair of sandals. You planned to drive down to the beach, and so you threw the straps of your bag over your right shoulder although you would take it off in the car.

"Did you find 'em, though?" He asks you, and you shake your head with a small laugh.

"I'll find them eventually. I just swore I had them." You inform him as the two of you begin to walk out where his car was parked in the driveway.

Your place had been furnished exactly to both of your likings, although Jean made it his top priority that you loved every inch of the enormous estate. He made sure that you would enjoy your life here as much as he would.

I mean, from the pool you could see almost all of Los Angeles.

He made sure to open the door for you before heading to where he could get in the drivers seat. You were met with the music of Green Day, specifically American Idiot. 

You rolled down your window as Jean began to leave Bird Streets on Hollywood Hills, making it past the fact that the neighborhood was gated in gratefully as someone too was leaving.

You knew the beach would be crowded, but that didn't matter.

And so, the two of you drove through Los Angeles to make your way to the sand and waves you longed to see.

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You pulled your top off, and Jean put his hand over his eyes so he could look out. The sun was shining brightly, and the heat beat down onto your exposed back and shoulders as it hit the skin.

Jean hands you the bottle of sunscreen, and pulls off his own shirt for you to do his back, dressed in his tattoos that always made you wonder.

You were practically giving him a free massage as you rubbed the lotion onto him before he did your own back moments later, which you thanked him for.

 You then fixed the straps of your bikini top, and took your lover's hand as he pulled you down to the water.

"Fuck, man that is cold." Jean laughs, and you laughed with him, watching as he moves forward to wade in the saltwater.

The waves crashed at your legs as you moved in deeper, lips curving into a smile as you walked closer to him.

At the first touch, the water was chilly, but eventually you began to get used to the feel of it. Before you could move any further to make your way to the man, you were suddenly met with a cold splash of water.

You exclaimed, only for the two of you to break into fits of shared laughter.

"Jean!" You snicker, running through the water that weighed you down a bit, making sure to splash him even more along the way.

You jumped onto him, wrapping your arms around your shoulders and he lifts you up, supporting you with his arms as he wrapped his own around your waist, pressing a kiss to your lips and spinning you around.

He looked into your eyes as he made a stop, and you put your head in his shoulder.

"You're the best, babe." You chuckle, tracing a tattoo under the pad of your finger and he kisses your jaw happily.

"You're even better." He laughed softly, putting you down and wrapping his arm around your waist, tucking his fingers in the hook of your bikini bottoms then looking back at the people who were staring at you guys. 

He waved at them cheerily before turning to you again with a smile on his face. 

You relaxed in your seat, pushing your designer sunglasses up the bridge of your nose. You watched closely as Jean swam out into the water, just trying to enjoy the beach as you were.

You occasionally checked your phone as Sasha and Mikasa were blowing it up in your little groupchat. You really had no choice but to join in on their conversation at this point, but you didn't want to. 

Checking your nails, you sure enough pick up the device, and open the 134 notifications.. a good amount of them were Sasha messaging your name in all caps.

You only decided to ignore it though.

You close your phone, laughing a little bit at the two women who continued to chat. You move it away from you, enough so you could see Jean jogging back up to you, completely soaked.

"Wave got 'ya?" You laugh, sitting up and tossing him his towel, and he catches it before wiping his face off, nodding a bit.

"I was swimming for most of it, so, kind of." He smiles, leaning in to kiss you in which you move his wet hair out of his face so you could see it clearly. After he leans away, you press a small kiss to his cheek and he moves his towel so he could sit down on it next to your chair.

He reaches for his water bottle and takes a quick swig, leaning his head on your thigh before closing his eyes. A little bit of water fell off of his eyelashes and you laugh softly.

"You're such a pretty-boy, Jean. A pretty boy with pretty tattoos." You say to him, looking down at your boyfriend who looked back up at you. 

"Oh, don't remind me." He replied sarcastically, taking your hand in his as he payed no attention to the photographer. The man kisses your wrist and hums.

"I'm always gonna remind you." You snort, the two of you laughing together.

"I think it's fine when you say it. Not when my mom tells me how handsome I am whenever I'm with her. She's looking forward to meeting you as my girlfriend, and not just someone that I act with and makeout with in movies." you giggle, and he smiles brightly.. the sunlight giving his attractive face a nice glow to it.

"My mom was like that too. I can't wait to meet her either, though.. as my future mother-in-law I suppose."

"I like the sound of that.. Y/n Kirstein. Rings something in the back of my head." he says, his eyes reflecting the waves ahead of you.

"It's not too bad.. Not too bad at all."

- published 5/3/2021.

this was a shorter chapter again
cause idfk whats wrong with me
i think a bitch is hitting a writers block,,
and last night i got fucking hammered
and that explains my message board..... but
it's funny so im not taking it down lol