Guilty Pleasures (Reader x Various lemons)

Hook, Line, and Sinker (Mako Tsunami x Reader)

The wind blew through your thick locks, as your feet in the ocean water cools the rest of your warm body, heated by the sun. Your e/c squint, trying to see the ocean's horizon beyond the sun's rays, at all the fishing boats passing by. Glancing over, your fishing pole stood proud, but not a single nibble within the past hour. Frustration setting in, you sigh, but grin towards your friend who was visiting before the latest Duel Monster's tournament. The ocean duelist Mako Tsunami.

"So, are you ready for this tournament in Domino?" you asked, Mako glancing up from his deck held firmly in his hands, while he went over preparations for the hundredth time since his visit. His sea green hues softened from his focus, a wide grin appearing across his features.

"I think so, but I'll need to look over a couple more times." he pauses, leaning back in his seat. "I'll be sure to give Joey the rematch I promise, and win the tournament." his conviction as strong as ever, which you couldn't help but admire about him. Nodding, you knew of Joey Wheeler, after all, he's the King of Games' best friend, and word gets around like wildfire. You're not a duelist and you never had the pleasure to meet them, but word gets around fast.

"I know you can do it. Your new boat isn't too far out of your reach, Mako." you encourage him, and turn your gaze to the fishing pole with a huff. "If only fish were biting today." You grumble. Mako chuckles, putting away his deck.

"Y/N, you must learn to be patient. Fish won't come when you want them, only when you have the bate that entices them the most." he explains, which you roll your eyes. For an expert fisherman, he sure gloats a lot.

"Yeah, well they're lucky this is just for fun." you grumble, glaring at him, until there was a tug at your line. Whipping your head around, you gingerly pull back, grinning. "Though, it looks like one just fell into my trap." you giggle and Mako sits up. He silently makes his way towards you with a net, knowing you barely have any tact when it comes to things like this.

"Careful to not scare it off." he whispers, leaning over behind you, and gripping onto the pole tightly. You gulp, your back against his bare chest, as he jerks it and reels it in. "You see Y/N, it's all in the wrist." his gloat turns into a growl, his line must be stuck. You reach up for his hand, which made Mako stop for a split second. His green-ish eyes drift down to meet your hand on his, but in a split second, you pull the pole to the side.

"Maybe if you pull it this way-" you gasp, as he jerks the pole the opposite way, accidentally flinging you out of your seat, and into the ocean. Splash! You sit up, picking seaweed out of your hair, and watch as the line snaps, sending poor Mako onto his ass with a oof. For a few moments, there was silence, until you burst into laughter.

"O-Oh my!" you snort, holding your gut. "What an expert fisherman!" you couldn't help yourself. Mako pokes his head from above the dock, glaring down at you with crimson cheeks from embarrassment. With a growl, you spotted, coughing down our laughter.

"Just get up here so you don't catch a cold."

Stepping into Mako's house boat, you left a trail of dripping sea water behind you. Mako shakes his head, shutting the door and setting the fishing gear aside. The inside wasn't anything spectacular, wooden paneling for the walls, wooden tables and chairs, wooden everything really. Mako wasn't much of an indoors man anyway, so all he needed was a radio and a small TV for entertainment in the living area/bedroom, with a kitchenette on the other side of the area, and a single door with the bathroom behind it.

You pull off your soaked top, un-sticking it from your bare skin and tossing it into an empty bucket near the rest of the fishing gear. He looks away, blushing a deep crimson, but you couldn't help but grin. "You've never seen a woman in a bikini before? Awww, you're so shy!" you laugh, as Mako growls, his blush going darker.