Larry the lobster x reader.

THE BEACH

It was a warm, sunny day at goo lagoon. The sun warmed the sand beneath your feet. As you took off your sandals, you wriggled your toes and buried your feet under the sand. "This is so nice, feels great." You'd murmur to yourself in a pleased tone, "I should bury myself completely under."

Before you can continue your thoughts, your eyes lingered to the side. There was a part of goo lagoon for weightlifting, and that's where you saw him. And old friend from way back, you shout out, "Larry is that you?!"

Larry the lobsters eyes raise from his deadlift. Which you look down on and see 840lbs, your eyes widened. "Y/n, is that you?" He'd respond from a distance. You take a minute. He has much more muscles since you'd last seen him. Sweat dripped down his red skin, making his abs glisten with the sun shining on them. It was a sight for sore eyes. You tore your eyes away, cheeks flushing a bit. Larry seemed to notice that.

"Y/n, you've built some muscle since I last saw you!" Larry spoke, his voice deep and enticing.

"You too Larry!" You'd respond, quivering at his deep voice.

"How've you been?"

"Good!" You'd feel your cheeks flushing up as he approached.

"That's good." His claw reached for your cheek, he gazed down staring passionately into your eyes. His claw soon rested on your cheek. Your body would heat up. Finally, You'd submit by tearing your gaze away.

"How are you lately?" You'd ask.

"Amazing, especially because I saw you here." He'd respond, lowering his head near your ear, where his prickly nose scratched your ear.

The one thing about Larry, you and him weren't just old friends, You'd been old friends with benefits. Larry the lobster knew what to do to get you going.

Feeling your heart begin to race, You'd try and escape his grasp but to no avail. He only pulls you in closer. Your cheeks flush. His pincher claw runs up your back, leaving a shiver behind it. You'd let out a small hiss of pain as he gave a quick pinch to your upper back. Larry would bite his lips at the pitiful sight of you, little did he know, he'd end up tied to the headboard at the end of the night.

"Why don't we take this to my place?" Larry the lobster would ask his voice inviting but threatening, his words making your heart race.

"Gladly." You'd respond, cockily.

"Someone's overconfident.." Larry would run his claw down your back, leaving a red mark and a bit of blood. Your back arched forwards, your front leaning into his. His claws ran further down, finally reaching your ass. He'd strike down the side of his claw, the slap leaving a loud noise echoing through the beach. A large red mark followed. In pursuit of that, You'd lean farther into Larry only now realizing how muscular he actually was. You'd run your fingers down his abs, stopping before you got to low. You'd run your fingers on the lower portion of his abs, gazing upwards as his tensed face.

"Are we going or not?" You'd ask, giving a slight smile as your hand dove deeper. You'd watch Larry, the lobster, tilt his head slightly back. He couldn't speak at the moment. You'd take advantage of him not moving and bring your right hand to his throat, your left still near the bottom of his abs. You'd begin to rub circles on his throat, causing him to gasp for air.

"Come on." You'd speak in a harsh tone, pushing your thumb harder on his throat. You'd both make your way to the car..