Octavia and the sunscreen - Superpatron Request

Octavia squirmed a little on the sun-warmed towel, her thighs sticking to the fabric and her cheeks flushed under her big sunhat. Her American flag bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination—her curves filled it out with a kind of boldness she didn’t quite feel inside. She adjusted the top nervously, trying to keep it from shifting under her generous chest.

The beach was buzzing with people, but she was too preoccupied to care. Not about them, anyway.

She glanced sideways at Keito, who was lounging next to her in swim trunks and reading the back of a manga volume. He looked comfortable, tanned, and way too relaxed. Meanwhile, she was fighting a losing battle with her wayward tentacles, one of which was slowly trying to sneak into the cooler for a popsicle.

“Behave,” she muttered under her breath, giving it a light swat. The tentacle paused… and then reached in faster, snatching a cold orange pop and flinging it right onto Keito’s lap.

“Ah! Cold!” Keito jumped slightly, laughing as he brushed the melting treat off his shorts.

Octavia cringed. “S-sorry! They’re… they kinda do their own thing sometimes.”

Keito smiled. “Yeah, I noticed. That one’s got good taste though.”

She giggled, trying to pretend she wasn’t dying of embarrassment. But then she spotted the bottle of sunscreen beside her and realized the next thing she needed was going to be even more awkward.

“Um… Keito?” she said, tucking a tentacle bashfully behind her back, like it was hair.

“Yeah?”

She hesitated, chewing her thick lower lip. “Could you… maybe help me with sunscreen? On my back. And, uh… lower back. And maybe a bit on the sides. I tried, but…” she lifted a tentacle halfheartedly, which immediately coiled around itself and gave a little wave, like it was mocking her.

Keito set the bottle down for a second and looked at her—really looked at her. Curvy, flushed, nervous, but trying to play it cool. Her big lips parted slightly, and she tried not to squirm under his gaze.

“Of course,” he said gently. “Just tell me if they get handsy.”

“They already are,” she muttered, as two tentacles reached up and pulled her hair aside without her asking.

As Keito started rubbing sunscreen onto her back, Octavia sighed and closed her eyes. Her tentacles twitched occasionally, but stayed mostly in line—except one, which very subtly coiled around Keito’s ankle.

He raised an eyebrow.

“I swear I’m not doing that.”

“I believe you,” he said, laughing. “I think they like me.”

“Join the club…” she mumbled into the towel, blushing deep