Penetration (Beach X Reader)

Forget Sex On The Beach, Have Sex With The Beach

You arrive at the beach at ten a.m. on a Sunday. Your mother told you you should be in church, but you decided not to obey her. The beach is more fun for you anyway.

Riley, your significant other, invited you out for brunch, but you declined to make time for the beach. You haven't been there in so long, and you love the beach so much that if it were a person, you would fuck it.

You spread your towel out on the sand and admire the view of the crystalline water and the dazzling sun. There aren't many people out today, so you don't hold back when you see the waves crashing in and out. You run to the water, shrieking like a little kid.

It's been ten minutes when you suddenly hear, "Hey, sexy." The voice is a deep, manly voice, and you instinctively flinch.

"Do not be alarmed. I have no intention of hurting you." The voice sounds again, and you tremble.

"Who are you?" you ask shyly.

"I am the beach."

"What the fuck?"

"I said, I am the beach."

"Yeah, I know what you said. But how is the beach itself speaking to me?"

"You're just so damn hot I had to speak to you."

Though this assurance calms you a bit, you still doubt that it is actually the beach speaking to you, so you say, "Prove it."

The beach replies in a sassy tone. "Whatever you say. I will now lift you on my waves."

All of a sudden, the water rises underneath you and you find yourself floating on a pedestal made entirely of water. "This...this goes completely against physics," you say as you float.

"I am the fucking beach! I do what I want."

"Oh...okay," you say from the geyser. Now that you think about it, the water pressure feels nice on your asshole and you decide to sit back and relax.

"What's your name?" asks the beach in his husky voice.

"Y/N," you reply as the pedestal bounces up and down.

"Well, Y/N, howsabout we take this to the next level?"

You smirk. "Depends on what the next level is."

The water curls around you in an almost human manner, and soon enough you realize your swimsuit is no longer on your body. "Oh, this is good," you say.

The waves safely deposit your swimsuit on the sand next to your towel and continue to curl around you. You notice that the pedestal is slowly lowering, and as it sets you down, the waves sweep you off your feet once again. You don't speak, only smile as the beach cradles your naked body.

A wave curls around your legs and find its way in between them, teasing at your entrance. You moan, grateful that hardly anyone is on the beach today.

"You like that, Y/N?" asks the beach sexily.

You nod, and the wave teases some more. Breathing heavily, you let a small murmur of pleasure escape your lips.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have lovely curves?" the beach asks, sliding his waves around your hips.

"Yes," you stammer, "but never like this."

"Oh really?" asks the beach. "What were they like?"

"Tall...and pretty...but not like you," you say. "Too...shallow."

The beach laughs. "Puns. Such a wonderful creation on your kind's part."

All of a sudden, one of the wave tendrils slams into your entrance, and you let out a cry of pleasure. "Oh, beach!"

In and out the wave moves, fucking with strength you never would've expected from water. Your cries slowly become moans, and you begin to anticipate the rhythm, bobbing up and down on the wave. "Y/N," the beach says, "You're so hot like that."

You try to form a reply, but all you can form is a breathy moan as a second wave tendril snakes between your legs by the first one and begins to brush your special spot. "Oh, my!" you exclaim.

"You like that?" says the beach.

You continue to moan, overcome with pleasure as the waves give you utmost enjoyment.

A/N: I've been working on this since August. Be proud of me. I'm so done.