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Seeing Stripes (Dad Sukuna)
(Part 4 of Cursed, Not Cute.)
Read on AO3.
Tags: Dad Sukuna, OC Child, Child Gojo Satoru, Lazy Day Stroll, Protective Sukuna, Soft Sukuna, Sukuna's Original Form, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Sukuna Has a Daughter, She Stays Throwing Shade, Did We Expect Anything Less?, Also There's a Tiger Spirit, She's Just as Sassy
Word Count: 1,535 words
Summary: Besu's thoughtful stroll turns into the start of a new friendship. Only problem is she has no idea how her father will react since it's a boy.
Chapter 4: Seeing Stripes
âI think youâre crazy.â Besu huffed at her tiger companion, kicking the gravel beneath her feet. âWhy try to make friends when theyâre only going to try and take my power or gain influence with my father?â
âYou donât know everyone seeks to harm you.â Baekho chuffed and rubbed against her leg. âIt is not good for you to be alone.â
âI have you.â
âI cannot be the only one you interact with, Little One.â
âYeah? Why not?â
âYouâre eleven now.â Baekho licked Besuâs hand once. âYou need others around you to support you. Your father and I can only provide so much. You need peers your own age you can learn to trust and socialize with.â
âI donât need anyone else.â
. . . . .
As sheâd gotten older, Sukuna trained Besu extensively in her use of cursed energy and techniques. She no longer feared walking through the streets of Shibuya. Those who initially viewed Besuâs life as free game soon learned the extent of Baekhoâs wrath.
âYour father is worried about you, you know.â
That gave Besu pause, but only for a moment. Then, she shoved her hands in her pockets and redoubled her pace, storming down the streets. She shoulder-checked a fruit vendor and the cabbage man, sending glares at anyone who met her eyes.
âCub, you know he cares about you. As hard as it is for him to show it, he wants you to be happy, even if he doesnât fully understand why.â Baekho continues. âYour need for companionship is as evident as the stripes on my back.â
âYeah, well, I donât know where Iâd find that.â Besu sighed, kicking a pebble in her path. âFather only teaches me how to fight.â
âPerhaps he teaches you to fight because it is the only thing he knows.â
Besu opened her mouth to respond when a green-haired man flung himself in front of her.
âMay your reign be short-lived, Princessââ His voice abruptly ended as Baekho caught him in her teeth and crushed his bones between her jaws.
She dropped his body in the street and kept walking with Besu, whose expression didnât change.
âHe homeschools me and teaches me everything at home. Am I just supposed to walk out in the streets and befriend the first person I see?â Besu gestured with her hand and it smacked straight into a boy with white hair. âI am so sorry.â She squeaked, covering her mouth with her hands. In an instant, Baekhoâs spirit drew back into her body.
âPfft. Was that supposed to hurt?â The young boy rolled his eyes behind a pair of stark, black sunglasses. Based on the cursed energy radiating from him, there was only one person he could be.
âWas that supposed to insult me?â Besu quipped back, quirking an eyebrow at him. One pair of hands stayed in her pockets, but the other pair rested on her hips in irritation.
âYouâre the daughter of the Curse King.â The boy said, tilting his head as his posture reflected her own. âBesu, right?â
âYes.â She nodded. âAnd you are?â
âThe princess of the Curse King doesnât know who I am?â He scoffed.
âI know who you are, but Iâm giving you the option of introducing yourself before I confirm that you are, in fact, an asshole.â Besu shuffled her feet, reaching out to Baekho with her mind. Keep an eye on him. I sense no threat from him. He seems to be cautious, like you.
The boyâs lips twisted into a smirk at her attitude.
âI like your style, Princess of Curses. Iâm Gojo. Satoru Gojo.â His smirk disappeared as soon as it surfaced. âWhy are you out here? Fancy a destructive stroll through the streets?â
âI donât harbor the same destructive tendencies of my father.â Besu started walking, letting him decide whether or not he wanted to follow. âThough youâd think otherwise based on the amount of people that have tried to kill me.â
When the world grew quiet again, Besu assumed Gojo left, leaving the residue of his massive cursed energy behind him.
âPeople are constantly trying to kill me too. Iâm sure you know why.â His voice startled her back into reality and she spared him a glance.
Besu knew. Father had schooled her on a plethora of well-known sorcerer families and their techniques. With the vast variety of cursed techniques she would encounter, narrowing down the families with techniques passed down proved vital for survival. The less wild factors she had, the safer and stronger sheâd be.
âI understand.â As she passed her favorite sweet shop, she nodded to him. âDo you like sweets? Do you wanna go get something to eat?â Thatâs a friendly gesture, right? A respectable invitation, Little One. Iâm proud.
âSure.â Gojo smiled.
. . . . .
Besu sat at a table eating ice cream while Gojo stuffed his face with warabi mochi; she racked her brain for topics of conversation, as well as possibilities to help protect her new friend from assassins like the ones she faced daily.
âBesu, yeah? What sort of cursed spirit latched onto you?â Gojo asked after his last bite of dessert. He folded his arms behind his head and reclined. âI saw a glimpse earlier.â
âShe didnât retreat, she just likes staying inside me to keep other spirits and people from clocking my cursed energy easily.â Besu growled defensively. No need to protect my honor, Cub, heâll learn soon enough. âBut sheâs the White Tiger Guardian, Baekho.â
âBaekho, huh?â Gojo tried to appear disinterested, but his eyes shone behind his glasses the same way her fatherâs had when heâd first heard. âNot often a cursed spirit so powerful as Baekho bonds to anyone, not even a sorcerer.â
âYeahâŚâ Besu nodded absently, before her face lit up. âHey! Maybe I can get Baekho to help protect youâŚfrom the people trying to kill you, too? Baekho, can you do that?â
A swirl of smoky blue swirled into the air as Baekhoâs glowing blue figure materialized beside them.
âIâm afraid it doesnât work like that. We are tethered, little love.â Baekho rubbed her head against Besuâs hand and turned to Gojo.
âHa!â Gojo chuckled, wrinkling his lips into a shit-eating grin. âYou think Iâm so weak that I need her protection? What do you take me for, a whelp?â
Baekho bared her teeth, a warning for the young cub to stand down. âAs it stands, your power is great. Few would ever surpass it. But should you ever find yourself in trouble, rally your cursed energy into a pool at the top of your head as a flare. Energy thatâs stored away in the mind is the most difficult to ignore, and we will find you.â
Gojo pushed his glasses down far enough for Baekho to see the roll of his eyes. Then he stood and dusted off his shirt.
âYou think I need a house cat to keep me safe?â
Besu blinked and Baekho had Gojo on the ground, her massive paw on his chest.
âHold your tongue, Young Cub. I am tethered, not tamed.â
. . . . .
By the time Besu returned home, Sukuna waited for her in the den. On a throne of bones, he appeared sorely disinterested in the book he read, but Besu sheâd been gone long enough for him to hide his worry behind the pages.
âFather, I have returned home.â
âBesu, I am glad you are back safely.â Sukuna bookmarked his page and turned his full attention to her. âYou were gone longer than I expected.â
âYes, sir. I did not mean to delay. I met a new companion.â She chose her words carefully. Anyone else and Sukuna might find them unworthy of her attention. But Satoru Gojo? Besu was sure Sukuna would find him worthy, but his disdain for the Gojo family was of no question.
âIs that so?â
âYes, sir. We stopped by my favorite sweet shop for idle chatter. I hope thatâs alright.â
âDepends on who you were with.â
âA boy my age by the name of Satoru Gojo.â
Sukunaâs red eyes suddenly locked with Besuâs and he bared a set of sharp teeth. At that moment, they seemed like fangs on a feral tiger, not unlike Baekho. She couldnât tell if the murder in his eyes was because of Gojoâs namesake or the fact that he was, well, a boy.
âWhat did you talk about?â
Baekho, Iâm scared. I am here.
âWell, we mostly just talked about how weâre both constantly trying to stay safe from assassins.â Besu explained, leaving out their discussion of Baekho. âI suggested the sweet shop. I wanted a companion.â
âA companion, I understand. But a boy?â Sukuna groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. âAnd not just any boy, either. Satoru Gojo! Of all the sorcerers you could encounterâŚâ
âIâm sorry, Father.â
With a heavy sigh, Sukuna stood and placed four sets of hands on her shoulders.
âWell, as long as you have someone other than Baekho and me to keep you out of troubleâŚIâll allow it.â Sukuna surprised her with a kiss to her forehead before stalking away. âBut if he ever lays a hand on you, Iâll dismantle and cleave the little ass until he is a puddle of blood and marrow.â
Continue Reading -> Ch. 5
#jjk fanfiction#jujutsu kaisen#Dad Sukuna#OC Child#Child Gojo Satoru#Lazy Day Stroll#Protective Sukuna#Soft Sukuna#Sukuna's Original Form#Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit#Sukuna Has a Daughter#She Stays Throwing Shade#Did We Expect Anything Less?#Also There's a Tiger Spirit#She's Just as Sassy
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lazy days + lovestruck souls ⥠satoai
#â ai rambles#i am sickeningly in love to nobodyâs surprise#this is how our vacation goes#we think weâre going to stroll around and do crazy things but end up fucking lazy all day every day#satoai <3
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Lazy day, sleepy day
( @hornyricecooker sleepy Lancy for my baby)
#Lance stroll#f1#my art#f1blr#formula one#f1 fanart#wip#digital fanart#quick sketch#practice sketch#the brush looks so pretty tho#sleepy Lance#zzzzzzzzz#he looks like a cat which is sunbathing on a lazy day
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â-other than that, wasnât so bad.â Simon says, readjusting the material of the balaclava across the bridge of his nose with his free hand. His other hand is busy, keeping yours warm as you lead him down sidewalk after sidewalk.
The two of you have just finished having Sunday morning brunch at a local cafe, something you insisted was becoming âtraditionâ after the second time it happened. And according to you, after finishing eating, (Simon never wanting to hear a word about you paying for a thing) the next part of this lazy morning routine calls for strolling about at a pace that he would normally find pointless, if not downright frustrating. But for you, he slows down.
âButcherâs an interesting first job.â You reply, nodding along in thought. You picture a younger Simon, fresh out of school, probably fresh faced as well. He was likely as tall, though not yet as muscular as the military would make him. A meat clever in hand, bloody apron around his waist, he was likely still inadvertently intimidating people back then the way he does now. âI was mostly just taking babysitting jobs until I graduated. Liked it well enough.â
âI actually had to babysit a neighbour one time, when I was younger. Actual baby at thaâ too.â He tells you with a chuckle, slightly shaking his head at the memory.
âWhat?â You laugh as well, the image in your mind now swapping out the meat clever in a teenaged Simonâs grip for a drooling infant. âHow did that work out?â
âNeighbour comes banginâ on our door, sheâs carryinâ the thing, itâs screaminâ its bloody little head off,â You roll your eyes at the way Simon refers to the child, swatting his arm playfully but listening on. âShe tells me her husband thinks heâs havinâ a fuckinâ heart attack. None oâ the other neighbours are home or answerinâ the door. âFore I know it, sheâs passinâ me the kid, askinâ if mum can watch her while she drives him to the hospital. Next thing I know sheâs gone and Iâm left with the thing.â
âOh my gosh! Well where was your mum?â You ask, in disbelief that youâve never heard this story from him before, half wondering if heâs pulling your leg.
âShe wasnât home, I can tell you that! Only me and the new lilâ orphan were.â He utters, strengthening his grip on your hand as you start to hunch over with laughter.
âOkay so wait, you were home alone? Oh no! How long did you have to âbabysitâ for?â You giggle.
âWell technically Tommy was there but he wouldâve only been a hindrance, told him to stay in his room.â Simon adds, pulling his hand out of yours, only to wrap it around your shoulder, now that youâve come to a standstill at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. âFuckinâ nearly 4 hours went by before mum came home and took over. Longest hours oâ my life. I think that mightâve been the day I enlisted actually.â
You elbow his side as you continue to laugh, seeing that heâs teasing you at the end now. You open your mouth to tease him right back, but your eye catches sight of the shop youâve been standing in front of, jaw dropping wider.
âSimon!â Youâre pulling him with a strength he would otherwise be impressed by if he wasnât so suddenly caught off guard, senses kicking into high alert now as his head swivels in search of the cause of your distress. âHow have we never seen this before??â
Oh.
He shouldâve known better.
He actually had been avoiding taking you down this street for a little while now, but had been too caught up in his story telling to notice the direction youâd taken in him. His subtle effort of wrapping his arm around you to tilt you away from the storefront obviously hadnât worked out. He opens his mouth to answer, but can only sigh when youâre already making your way towards the entrance of the pet store.
âWeâre only lookinâ, right?â He asks loud enough for you to hear as he follows you in.
Wrong.
#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost fanfic#ghost x reader#ghost x y/n#simon riley fluff#simon ghost riley fluff#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x you#readwritealldayallnight#cod fic#cod fanfic
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A bit mushy - Lewis Hamilton
Let's see how Lewis and his wife do in a Couple's Interview.
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
warnings: none
wordcount: +3k
a/n: Fun and light Lewis for the win, again thanks a million times to @greedyjudge2 for the idea and for some of the questions, I know I don't usually write carefree Lewis but it's my favorite â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
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The room was buzzingâcameras being adjusted, light stands tweaked and a handful of crew members chatting as they waited for everything to come together.
Lewis sat comfortably on the low-slung, cushy armchair beside his wife, his hand resting casually on the back of her seat tracing lazy circles on her back. They looked impossibly relaxed, as if the cameras were invisible, and this was just another day at home.
The director, a laid-back guy with a coffee stain on his jeans and a clipboard that looked way too serious for the vibe of the shoot, strolled over.
He was juggling his phone and an energy drink, clearly a man trying to keep his cool while wrangling two of the most charismatic people in motorsports.
âOkay, so this should be easyâ he started, his voice overly casual like he almost didnât want to disturb the coupleâs chemistry âNo serious stuff. No PR-approved answers. Weâre here for the real deal. Just answering a few questions about each other, nothing too scandalous. Think... fun, but, yâknow, juicy enough to make people smile.â
Lewisâs wife, legs crossed and leaning slightly into her husbandâs space, raised an eyebrow. âDefine juicyâ a sly smile tugging at her lips.
The director chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âYou know, like... light-hearted scandal. Stuff people donât already know. Maybe embarrass him a littleâ" he motioned to Lewisâ"but in a cute way.â
Lewis shot the director a mock glare âRight, you donât really need to ask her thatâ he said, his voice dripping with good-humored sarcasm.
His wife snorted, turning to face him with a grin. âPromise not to dig too deep. Unless weâre talking about those sneakers you wore to the beach...â
Lewis groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. âNot the beach sneakers again! One time and Iâm branded for life.â
The crew around them snickered, and even the sound guy adjusted his headphones to cover a grin.
There was something about the way they bickered that had the whole room leaning in, as if everyone was witnessing the most intimate, casual conversation between two people who just fit.
The director, fully entertained, motioned to the cameraman to get ready. âAlright, alright. Letâs save the good stuff for the shoot. Remember, itâs just you two being yourselves. No need to put on a show.â
His wife reached over and squeezed Lewisâs hand. âNo promises.â
As they shared a quiet laugh, the subtle touches and glances between them were enough to make anyone nearby smile. There was no need for grand gesturesâthe way they leaned into each other, how their conversations flowed effortlessly, said more than any scripted moment ever could.
They had that kind of love that made everyone else feel like they were in on something out of ordinary, just by watching.
The cameras zoomed in slowly as the couple got comfortable in their seats. Lewis leaned back, his arm still slung casually around his wifeâs chair, his body slight angled so he could face her better, and she tucked one leg underneath her, turning toward him like she always did when they were in the middle of one of their many quiet conversations.
Except this wasnât quite so quiet. The cameras were rolling now, and the world was about to get a glimpse into how they were with each other.
The director's voice came through, just loud enough to hear but never intrusive.
âAlright, letâs get this rolling. What embarrassing fashion trend did you take part in?â
Lewis immediately leaned forward, rubbing his hands together as if he was preparing for battle. âIâll own this one. Bandanas. Wore them with everything back in the day. Thought I was some kind of rockstar or something.â
She tilted her head, eyebrows shooting up. âBandanas?â she asked, feigning surprise. Her eyes glimmered with mischief, and she leaned closer, as if letting the audience in on a secret. âYou sure it wasnât the Timberlands?â
Lewis threw his head back with a groan, already knowing where this was headed. âNot the Timbs,â he mumbled, shaking his head like he was in actual pain.
âYeah, the Timbsâ she said, fully grinning now. âLet me remind you, you used to wear them with everything. Jeans, tracksuits, shorts, suitsââ
Lewis raised a hand, stopping her, though there was a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. âI still stand by those, alright? I donât care what anyone says. Timbs are timeless.â
She rolled her eyes playfully, patting his leg. âSure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night.â
The banter between them came so naturally, it was easy to forget there were cameras pointed right at them. The crew standing around had mostly stopped what they were doing, some watching the couple with amused smirks, others clearly touched by how playful yet undeniably affectionate they were towards each other.
âOkay, next question: What first attracted you to each other?â
Lewisâs wife leaned back, narrowing her eyes like she was trying to come up with something profound. âHis sense of style,â she deadpanned, lips twitching as she fought back a grin.
Lewis blinked, his head cocked to the side. âSeriously? You were just attacking my Timbs? That guyâs sense of style?â
For a moment, she held her ground, lips pursed in mock-seriousness. But after a few seconds of staring at himâhis bewildered look, the way he was just waiting for her to crackâshe broke. Her laugh wasnât exactly loud but it filled the room.
âOkay, fine!â She reached out, her hand landing on his thigh, fingers curling into the fabric of his pants. âIt was your eyes.â
Lewisâs eyebrows shot up as he gave her a soft smile. He just stared at her, thrown off by her sudden honesty.
She smiled, her gaze softening too as she looked at him. âTheyâre intense, you know? Like you see things really deeply. The way you look at the world... itâs impossible not to notice.â
Lewis was quiet for a beat, his usual witty retorts momentarily forgotten. His hand moved instinctively to cover hers on his leg, squeezing it gently. âWell, damnâ he finally said, his voice quieter than before, almost reverent.
The room around them seemed to still. There was something about the way they looked at each other that made it feel like they were the only ones there, like everyone else had faded away.
âNext oneââOn what occasion have you lied to me?ââ
Lewisâs eyes went wide, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he glanced at his wife. âUh⌠Remember when I blamed Roscoe for loosing up your house shoes?â
Her mouth dropped open as she stared at him in disbelief. âNo. Youâre telling me you wore my house shoes, Lewis?!â
He winced, trying to play it cool. âI mean⌠It was just that one time! They looked comfy, and my feet were cold. I didnât think youâd notice.â
âOh, I noticed,â she said, crossing her arms. âI just thought Roscoe had lied on them, not that your big feet had wrecked them!â
The crew chuckled, sensing the playful tension building between them.
âRoscoe was the perfect scapegoatâŚâ Lewis defended himself.
âMy poor babyâ she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. âYou threw him under the bus!â
âHe didnât seem to mind,â Lewis replied with a smirk, leaning closer to her, his tone turning softer. âBut hey, I bought you new onesâ
She raised a brow, clearly amused but still pretending to be serious.
âHave I ever made you jealous?â
Lewis leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a playful smirk creeping across his face as he quipped in before she could. âShe has, yes.â
His wifeâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âOh? When exactly?â
He didnât answer immediately, taking his time like he always did when he wanted to build up the suspense. She leaned in; her curiosity evident in the way her lips quirked. âCome on, give me the details.â
Lewis shook his head, clearly amused. âThe silver dressâ he said, voice low.
For a second, she didnât react, clearly trying to place the memory. Then, like a lightbulb flicking on, her eyes widened in recognition. âOhhh, that night!â
Her laughter exploded from her, loud and sudden, catching even the crew off guard. She leaned back in her chair, clutching her stomach slightly as she laughed, while Lewis sat there, arms still crossed, trying his best to look annoyed but clearly failing.
âThat night was somethingâ she said between laughs, her eyes shimmering with tears of amusement.
Lewis sighed, shaking his head. âIâm glad you think it was so funny.â
âOh, babe, you were so grumpyâ she teased, nudging him with her foot.
Lewis didnât respond immediately. Instead, he just looked at her with that mix of exasperation and fondness that made it clear that, no matter what she did, she was always going to get away with it.
âWhatâs a song that reminds you of each other?â
This time, she didnât even hesitate. âA Life Like This by Nao.â
Lewisâs face softened immediately. âWhy that one?â
She smiled, but it wasnât her usual teasing grin. This one was softer, more intimate. âBecause... before you, I was just going through life, you know? Things were just happening, and I wasnât really... present. Then you came along, and it was like everything shifted. It was like my Saturn return was finally over, and I could just... breathe.â
For a moment, Lewis said nothing. His face betrayed himâno amount of his typical coolness could hide the way her words hit him.
He leaned forward slightly, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. âYouâre really gonna get me emotional, huh?â he murmured, his voice so low only she and the mic could pick up on his voice.
She just smiled; her eyes full of love. âThatâs the plan.â
The crew exchanged looks and quiet smiles. It was impossible not to feel the connection between them, like they were watching something precious unfold right in front of them.
âWhatâs something you wish you did more often?â
Lewis leaned back, thinking for a moment. âLazy mornings.â
She smiled, nodding. âYeah?â
âYeahâ he said softly, his eyes on her. âNo alarms, no schedules, no meetings. Just us. Laying in bed, talking, laughing... not worrying about what we have to do next.â
She nodded again, her smile turning wistful. âYeah.â
Their eyes met, and once again, the room seemed to shrink around them, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble.
âOkay love birds, next up âWhat is the most treasured possession that the other has given you?ââ
She paused, tapping her chin as if she really had to think about it, though the answer was clearly already on her mind. âThe necklace you gave me on our third date.â
The director blinked, looking between them. âThird date?â
âOh yeahâ she nodded, leaning back in her chair, eyes sparkling as she shot Lewis a teasing look. âHe was whipped by then.â
Lewis rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips. âYou make it sound like I was proposing marriage.â
âYou werenât far off, thoughâ she teased, reaching for the necklace hanging delicately around her neck. âHe gave me this beautiful pendant, that he designed himself, by the way, and I remember thinking, âOkay, this guy is serious.ââ
Lewis chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. âI knew what I wanted.â
âThat you didâ she teased, nudging him with her elbow.
âYeahâ he grinned. âNo point in playing games.â
She looked down at the necklace again, her voice softening. âItâs not just the necklace though. Itâs what it represented. He was showing me he wasnât just there for funâhe was there for real.â
Lewis met her gaze, his smile quieter now, filled with affection. âI meant it then, and I mean it now.â
âWhen did you first know that you were in love?â
This time, she was the one to hesitate, a mischievous glint in her eye. âIn love with whom?â she asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
Lewis groaned, leaning forward and pinching the bridge of his nose. âOh, donât start.â
She giggled, clearly enjoying every second of his exasperation. âI knew I loved you when we went through about a dozen paint stores in Milan looking for the perfect shade of gold for that painting.â
Lewis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh, didnât remember that.â
âYeah,â she said softly. âI couldâve just mixed the colors myself and gotten something close. But you were so invested in finding the exact match that I just... I kept going. And I knew it then. I knew I loved you because you cared about the little things, the details that most people would overlook.â
Lewis stared at her; his face unreadable. Then, slowly, he smiledâa soft, genuine smile that seemed to melt the room around them.
âWhatâs your favorite memory of the two of you?â
Lewis leaned back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. âThat time we missed the flight in Paris.â
She let out a groan, breaking the feeling in the room, she already knew where this story was headed. âNooo, not that!â
âYep,â Lewis said with a smile. âSo we were in Paris, right? And someoneââ he pointed at her playfully, ââwas absolutely convinced that the subway would get us to the airport faster than any car could.â
âIt wouldâve!â she protested, already laughing. âThe traffic was insane!â
âYeah sureâ he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âSo there we were, dragging our bumps through the subway stations, hopping from one line to the next. Every station was like a maze, and we were so lost. I kept telling you, âLetâs just get a cab,â but nooo, you were determined.â
She shook her head, smiling. âIt was an adventure!â
âIt was chaos and we missed the flight by hoursâ Lewis corrected, his voice teasing but fond.
âBut honestly? Itâs one of my favorite memories. You were so carefree, so determined, so in the present. We were lost in Paris but we werenât lost within ourselves.â
Her smile softened, her eyes holding his for a long moment. âYou never told me that was your favorite memory.â
âYeahâ he said quietly, his voice more sincere now. âI felt like we could just... slow down. Be present. No pressure, no expectations. Just you and me.â
For a moment, they were silent, the weight of his words settling between them. The room around them was so still that the soft hum of the cameras was the only sound. The crew watched them closely, as if holding their collective breath.
She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder, and whispered just loud enough for the microphones to catch âI think thatâs my favorite memory now, too.â
Lewis smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, and for a few seconds, it was like the cameras werenât even there. It was just them, lost in a shared memory, a world of their own.
The director, sensing the intimacy of the moment, cleared his throat gently.
âAlright, now to wrap this up âWhen can we expect little Hamiltons running around?â
Both Lewis and his wife exchanged quick glances, and almost in unison, they burst out laughingâonly this time, their laughter had a bit of an edge, like they knew something the room didnât.
Lewis leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands together. âOoooh, good one.â
âYou had to go there, didnât you?â she added, her eyes wide with exaggerated innocence. âReal smooth.â
The crew, sensing the couple was playing coy, leaned in just a bit, waiting for a juicy response. But instead, Lewis leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. âWell, you never know, right?â
His wife smirked, glancing at him sideways, playing along. âWhen you least expect itâ
The director, not quite satisfied, pressed on. âAny plans in the near future?â
âOh, besides, like, tomorrowâs plans?â she quipped, keeping the teasing energy alive.
Lewis chimed in again, grinning like a Cheshire cat. âWeâve got a lot of plans. Travel, Roscoeâs bath timeâŚâ
The director chuckled, shaking his head. âDodging the question, I see.â
Lewis gave a knowing look to the camera, adding one final, cryptic comment. âWeâll let you know when it happens... maybe.â
And with that, they both smiled at the cameras, their laughter filling the air as the director called âcutâ for the final time.
The room gradually came back to life, the hum of equipment being packed up and crew members chatting quietly filling the air. The couple stayed seated, though, still caught in the gentle pull of their shared moment, almost unaware of the bustling scene around them.
Lewis exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing as he glanced at his wife, his arm instinctively pulling her a little closer. She smiled, still leaning into him, her head resting against his shoulder, fingers absentmindedly playing with his fingers.
âThat was a bit mushy, wasnât it?â she murmured, a teasing lilt to her voice, though there was warmth in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
Lewis smirked, brushing his thumb gently against her arm. âJust a little. But you started it.â
She chuckled softly, nuzzling into his shoulder. âTouâre not usually one for getting all sentimental on camera.â
He shrugged lightly, but there was no real defensiveness in his posture.
She smiled, her heart swelling at the softness in his gestures. âGood. I like you better that way.â
She sighed softly, sitting up a little and stretching her arms out with a satisfied groan. âPeople are going to think weâre a pair of softies.â
Lewis chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. âLet them.â
She smiled, sitting back in her chair and looking at him with a tenderness that only deepened as she reached out, her hand cupping his cheek for a brief moment. âI guess itâs not the worst thing to be.â
He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them and looked straight at her. âNah, itâs not.â
Unbeknownst to them, the cameras were still rollingâjust a little, a behind-the-scenes shot meant to capture those moments of candidness. The crew tried to keep their distance, giving the couple their space, but every now and then, someone would glance over, a quiet smile tugging at their lips. There was something undeniably magnetic about Lewis and his wife, the way they moved around each other, the way they fit together.
Without thinking, he stood up and extended a hand to her, pulling her up from her seat. As she stood, she let out a small laugh, one that was soft and filled with affection. But before she could fully straighten up, Lewis slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest in a gentle, protective embrace.
For a second, she stiffenedâmore out of surprise than anythingâbut then she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was a simple gesture, nothing extravagant, but in that moment, it was everything.
âAlright, lover boyâ she murmured, her voice laced with contentment. âWhatâs all this about?â
âJust holding youâ he replied simply, his voice low and soothing, the kind of tone he used when it was just the two of them, no audience, no pressure. âFeels like we havenât had a minute to ourselves in forever.â
She smiled as she found her place on the crock of his neck, her fingers absently tracing circles on the back of his neck âYouâll get them,â she promised quietly. âWeâll make time.â
Eventually, Lewis pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âYou know,â he started, his tone teasing âabout those Timbs.â
She groaned, playfully swatting at his chest. âI thought we agreed to leave the Timbs in the past.â
âI never agreed to thatâ he grinned, tightening his arms around her playfully. âIâm still rocking them, remember?â
She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her. âWell, at least one of us has evolved.â
He laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her head. âMaybe. But you love me anyway.â
âI do,â she said softly, the sincerity of the words wrapping around them both like a warm blanket. âI really do.â
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for anon's request: max with another driver's younger sis, same age gap <3
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Max Verstappen x Sainz!Reader
girls can never say they need it, girls can never say now, oh now (give it to me like you need it, baby)
You're the youngest cousin in the Sainz family, your papa's most precious princessa. Unlike your cousins and brother, who get to openly show off their many romantic conquests, you have been raised to be demure and shy about boys. But when you meet your older brother's friend, Max, you can't control the desires within you. You want him, and you're ready to show him just how much.
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, sexual tension, size kink, dom!Max, sub!Reader, 5k WC
It was no secret that your older brother, Carlos, was a notorious playboy. He gets it from his father, your tias had always gushed, he was always a ladies' man too! Growing up, you'd always see Carlos easily charm his way with younger and older women alike, his devilishly good looks just too hard to resist. And he wasn't discreet about it either - you'd had to bang many a time on the wall separating your rooms on family vacation when him and his fling of the month had been a touch too enthusiastic with their activities. Your large family would always laugh when they'd emerge from their room to join brunch, well into the late morning, and tease Carlos that the tequila and oyster paella last night must have had a kick to it, ay carino?
You'd join in on the teasing, giggling and enjoying the blush Carlos would always get when you called him el estupido rompecorazones, an idiotic heartstealer. When you were younger, you had always thought that one day your tios and tias would tease you too, on family vacation when you returned from a lazy afternoon stroll with a boyfriend, all flushed - but as you grew older, you'd accepted it as just a childhood fantasy. You weren't shy by any means (you had Spanish blood after all! A Sainz through and through) but you didn't possess that natural flirtatious nature, the ability to give those romantic smoulders that your older brother seems to have been born with. And when you focused on your career more and more, working as a sought after financial advisor to your brother and many of his athlete colleagues, you found that by age 26 you'd only had a small handful of short relationships.
The one time you'd brought a college boyfriend home - your first and only serious relationship - your father had certainly had a very different attitude towards him compared to his usual friendliness to Carlos' girlfriends. You'd told your papa afterwords how embarrassing it'd been that he had interrogated your boyfriend over dinner, wanting to know what his future plans were on a first meeting, only for him to ruffle your curls and press a kiss to your forehead to melt away the upset expression you had. Ay, mi princesa, I have to make sure all these tontos are good enough for you, hmm? You're far more precious to me than your idiota brother and cousins.
Although his words were meant to soothe your frustrations, they just made you feel uneasy - you were also a hot blooded Sainz, you also wanted to passionately love and be loved! But it seemed that as time passed and everyone around you brought their paramours to the Mallorca vacation home, you would always remain the sweet little princessa, the youngest and innocent cousin.
You'd put your love life to the side for the past year, focusing on your rapidly expanding business portfolio. So when Carlos mentioned one of his friends had signed a very generous contract this season, and needed advice of how to invest a good chunk of it, you'd immediately said yes without knowing who it was. You hadn't expected to find yourself sitting across the table from Max Verstappen. Of course, you and Max had met many times when he and Carlos had raced on the same junior team - but you'd been much younger then. You remember always thinking the serious, intense Dutch boy had been so handsome, had even developed a schoolgirl's crush on him - but as your older brother's racing team mate who was notorious for enraged outbursts, he was off limits to you in your family's eyes and had ignored you most of the time.
But now, years later, things were quite different with you being a 26 year old woman, fully matured into your gorgeous curves and thick lips, and those famous Sainz wide brown eyes, framed with long lashes. Even now though, the tall Dutchman made your heart flutter when he laughed at your apology for the delay in setting up a meeting, your idiota tonto of an older brother had conveniently forgotten to mention that his friend happened to be the current F1 world champion. You two shared a delicious lunch at the beach club overlooking the stunning Monaco marina, stimulating conversation flowing over a glass of light white wine and fresh oysters. Although you discussed various business plans, you were surprised to find how easy it was to laugh at many other things with the handsome driver, from childhood memories to how youâd found college in London to his two cats named after nightclubs and your one dog dutifully named after your childhood favourite rapper - Snoop.
You couldn't help but blush whenever Max smiled at you with his enticing lips, looking so gorgeous with his tousled blonde hair and dressed in a rare white linen shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and thick biceps.
After you'd covered the different investment options he could go for and he had selected the ones that peaked his interest, you wrapped up the business meeting by reaching into your Chanel purse to pull out your card - you always had a rule to pay for your clients and give them a first class experience.
To your surprise, Max had already given his black Amex to the waiter when you had touched up your lipgloss in the bathroom earlier. At your gentle protests, he explained that his mother would kill him if he didn't look after Carlos' younger sister - as would your father, he joked. You laughed easily with him as he walked you back to your car, a cute Mini Cooper, agreeing that yes, your papa probably would have the head of any man who didn't treat his princessa right. As you drove off, you couldn't help the longing in your heart for wanting Max to pay because he cared for you, found you to be a beautiful woman, rather than because he was looking after Carlos' younger sister.
You made sure to put those unprofessional desires to the back of your mind at your next meeting 2 weeks later, this time at your small but luxurious office in a ocean-facing building in downtown Monaco. You'd recently moved here with your small team, you explained as you greeted him at the entryway to guide him to the elevators, as so much of your clientele was based in the area. In the reflective surface of the elevator walls, you don't miss how his intense blue eyes rake down the back of your curvy figure, taking in how the dress youâd specifically chosen for today hugs you just right, especially over your ass - where his gaze lingers for a second too long.
Youâre blushing again as you exit, pleased that you had drawn his attention. He remains the perfect gentleman for the rest of your meeting, listening intently as you break down the personalised investment plan your company has created for him. Heâs very impressed with your selection, every option carefully curated to preference heâd mentioned at your lunch, even in passing, and presented in a minimalist layout, just as he liked it. His praise brings back the same desire and want you felt, unable to dampen it this time.
Over the next three months you meet Max to review the physical investment options youâd agreed on. If youâre being honest, this sort of task would generally be managed by a more junior executive at your small firm - but you told yourself that you were choosing to meet him yourself because he was such a VIP client, and not because you felt a rapidly growing attraction to the handsome blonde. And after touring the various developing high rise complexes or promising start up businesses that his investments were going to, you two would always end up going for lunch and a drink together afterwards. And sometimes youâd see him on his morning jogs while you walked your dog. Seeing Max kneel down to play with Snoop had been so adorable youâd asked if he knew a good bakery in the area, hoping he would join you. To your delight he did, taking you for a rich hot chocolate and freshly baked croissant that ended up happening regularly, especially once he invited you to join his group for padel. But even when you started seeing him so often, Max remained the perfect gentleman, never letting his gaze drift or hands wander after that one time in the elevator. So you reminded yourself not to read into it when he offered to show you his favourite sights of Monaco, as youâd still recently moved here, taking you for long drive along the beautiful Azure coast.
Despite your internal turmoil, youâd dressed in a pretty floral minidress, hoping he might enjoy the view of your soft thighs. But instead, you hadnât been able to stop yourself from admiring how sexy heâd looked when driving, one hand on the wheel, showcasing his thick, veiny arms and the other resting on the console. As heâd chatted away, confidently navigating the winding roads, you couldnât help but wonder what heâd do if you redirected his large hand to grip your thigh instead. Youâd instantly blushed when you heard him calling your name, realising that youâd tuned him out and blamed it on the heat. So he took an exit and next thing you were enjoying the most delicious strawberry gelato youâd tasted, moaning from the taste and licking up a rivulet that had run down your hand. When you looked over to Max to thank him for introducing this place, you have to hold back a gasp at how hungrily his gaze is fixed on your pouting lips. But then the sun catches your eye at a sharp angle and you blink, and when you look again the look is gone and heâs laughing at the sight of Snoop desperately trying to lick your ice cream out the car window.
Your poor little heart canât take all this one sided attraction, you desperately needed to know if Max felt any desire to you like you felt for him. So a couple of weeks later, when you were meeting him for the last official signing of asset acquisitions at one of the downtown Monaco high rise buildings, you make sure youâre wearing another one of your irresistible dresses in an effort to catch his eye. As you reach past him to grab the pen heâd sign with, you canât resist pressing your soft, plush tits against his large bicep, which looked so good again in a half zipped knit sweater. His gaze automatically flickers down to your low cut sweetheart neckline, lingering on your cleavage pushed against him a beat to long to be considered polite, before he draws his attention back up to your blushing face, to your pink glossed lips that you now bite. You don't miss the dark hunger swirling in his blue eyes, the tension thickening and sparks crackling, his hand reaching up to brush your cheek as both of you lean in-
Then your phone rings, your brother's contact photo lighting up the screen, ruining the moment. You curse internally at Carlos for cockblocking you even when he wasn't physically present, but you take his call just in case it was important (it wasn't. The idiota just wanted to complain about how Spain had lost the football to England). When you furiously whisper at Carlos to shut the hell up before hanging up and turning back around, Max is back to the almost infuriating gentleman self he is around you, handing you the signed papers with a polite smile. You try not to let the disappointment on your face show, because you couldn't figure out why the Dutchman didn't seem interested in pursuing you when you'd seen him out at the Monaco clubs, arms around pretty girls and flirting easily. Did he not find you pretty like he found them?
After the paperwork is all done and Max is walking you back to your car, he offers to take you out for a final celebration, this time an intimate dinner instead of your usual sunny beachside lunches. You spent the better part of an hour trying to pick the most tempting outfit, and then another hour applying your makeup to flatter your already pretty, dark features. You wanted to look absolutely perfect for him, knowing this might be the last chance you'd have in a while to use work as an excuse. And when Max saw you walk out as he leaned against his sleek discreet black Audi, you couldn't stop the pleased flush that spread across your cheeks when he raked his gaze over your short form, taking in how the elegant burgundy full length dress clung to your curves, complimenting you on how lovely you looked tonight, even more so than usual. You sweetly returned the compliment, which wasn't hard to do as Max looked so handsome in a baby blue button up and fitted pants, his broad muscles and large frame perfectly highlighted for you to ogle.
And after intimate Spanish dinner over soft candelight, laughing and sharing your latest stories of the week, enjoying more than a single glass of red wine for once, you couldn't help but hope that this would be it, the night where something finally happened between the two of you, because surely Max had just been holding back out of professional boundaries, yes? So after Max generously paid for dinner - as per usual - you accepted his offer to drive you home. The gold sparkly heels you'd worn worked very well to make your ass pop even more as you confidently walked - something that you made sure to capitalise on by walking ahead of Max as you left the restaurant.
And you'd been so sure all signs pointed to romance when he pulled up in front of your apartment, and you asked if he'd like to come enjoy the night view from your balcony with another glass of wine, and he'd briefly hesitated before saying Yes, of course, Schatje. You beam at him, melting at his use of the Dutch nickname, which he'd told you meant sweetheart when you'd curiously asked him when he began absentmindedly calling you that a few weeks ago. And it felt so natural to be up on your balcony with him, giggling with a bottle of wine after trashing him at Monopoly, sitting so close that you could feel his warmth radiating through his shirt as you kicked off your heels and sat down on the outdoor settee. And when he continued talking easily about all the ways he was certain you cheated when you lean your head against his strong shoulder, you took it as another promising sign. But then, when you'd looked up at him with your brown doe eyes and thick lashes, desperately hoping he would lean in because you thought the moment had been right - you'd only been met with disappointment after a long, long moment when he turned his soft blue eyes away. Heâd tensed, saying he was sorry for keeping you up so late, he should head off now - avoiding your gaze as your eyes swelled as you watched him leave out the front door.
You didnât see Max for the next two weeks after that, avoiding walking your usual weekend route or tagging along to the padel games. You felt so embarrassed that perhaps youâd read the signals wrong, and also so frustrated that you couldnât be more like your older brother who had no problem flirting blatantly with others or giving them an open mouthed kiss. Would Max even like a girl who did that? Wasnât he meant to make the first move as proof that he wanted you? Glumly, you moped about at work and at home, watching Bridgerton and eating strawberry ice cream out of the carton. When your family chat blew up as it approached the time of the year where youâd all meet up and spend time at the Mallorca home, you had already texted that you werenât coming - but then found yourself having to answer multiple angry calls in Spanish from various relatives and decided it was just easier to give in.
Packing a bag with the essentials - sunglasses, bikinis and raunchy romance novels - you headed to the vacation home a week early to unwind and prepare yourself for the chaos that was your loving family, knowing that everyone would turn up with their latest boyfriend and girlfriend and youâd be teased about how you were too sweet and shy as usual. Sweet and shy your ass, you thought moodily, sipping on a frozen margarita you made as you lounged in a bikini by the pool.
Schatje?
You whirl around, thinking you were imaging things now, but there Max stood, looking as hot as ever in that favourite white linen shirt of yours. And it was open down the front too, revealing his toned broad chest to you for the first time. You got so distracted that you didnât hear him the first time asking what you were doing there - to which you had to each arch a brow and haughtily reply that this was the Sainz family home, shouldn't he explain why he was here?
Turns out Carlos had apparently thought Max was too keyed up the past few weeks and getting twitchily close to the Ferraris on race weekends. So your idiota brother had tossed him the spare keys to unwind in the empty villa before everyone showed up - except for you. But Iâll leave, you were here first - Max had said, but you sighed, still wanting to be an accomodating host like your family had raised you to be, despite your hurt feelings, and generously said the villa was huge, you two could easily just stay out of each otherâs way?
So you did both stay, keeping to opposite ends of the villa - at least for the first few hours, anyway. Max had been unable to resist the smell of the enchiladas youâd cooked up for dinner and you hadnât been able to stop drinking the ice cold G&Ts he poured whenever you asked. And a couple of days passed like that, you two easily slipping into friendship again, ignoring the tension on your balcony from last time. But seeing Max in your summer home stirred up that desire within you, made you ache for him and leave your bikini bottoms all sticky and wet after youâd stare at his shirtless, muscley back from behind your sunglasses all afternoon. It was pathetic, really, that you had the real man right there in front of you but couldnât seem to charm him.
And the torture didnât stop even when he was out of your sight, when you woke up flushed in the middle of the night, heady from the pleasure of a recurrent dream youâd been having lately about a certain tall blonde Dutchman having his way with you as he bent you over your office desk and dirtily whispered a you going to let me cum inside you, schatje? Instead of helplessly pining, you decided to give your frustrated little pussy some well deserved relief that night. Opening your French doors out the the garden, you made yourself comfortable on the soft outdoor sofa on the patio as you slid up your silky nightdress and took your favourite bullet vibrator right where you ached the most. It was risky, sure - but it was your house, and it was far too hot in the summer heat to get worked up indoors. Besides, Max was asleep, all the way on the other side of the villa. There was no chance of him hearing what you were doing this many doors down.
So thatâs why you didnât hold your sweet moans back, getting louder and louder, eyes fluttering shut from the delicious pleasure your toy was bringing you, moaning his name on your lips just like youâd been doing in the dream. What you hadn't yet realised was that Max was very accustomed to being up at odd hours, gaming and sim racing away - but the summer heat had been intolerable as he ran warm anyway. And you certainly didnât notice that your pretty show had caught the attention of the very man it was dedicated to, who was out on a late night walk to cool off.
Heâd planned on minding his own business, truly, when heâd seen you throw your head back in pleasure - knowing that you were forbidden fruit as Carlo's little sister, having grown up protected and so naively experienced to the world of sin Max had been exposed to. You were far too precious, too pure, for someone as destructive and aggressive as him to touch. Really, he had planned on walking right back to his room, taking a cold shower and maybe jerking off to hypnotising image of you in a silk slip under the moonlight.
But then he heard you breathily call his name, your sweet voice calling out for Maxie, all high pitched as you remained lost in your fantasy. Itâs what youâd called him when you were little, watching him admiringly from the junior Redbull garage as he and Carlos walked back from a race.
All shreds of self control heâd had to avoid getting involved with his friendâs sweet, protected younger sister - all got tossed aside. So when you became frustrated with your toy, biting your lip and scrunching your eyebrows cutely because it just wasnât hitting the way you wanted - he couldnât resist huskily asking if you want to try out the real thing, prinses?
You gasped, snapping your soft thighs closed and jolting upright, only to look horrified as you saw Max leaning against the patio railing, thick arms crossed across his shirtless figure. His hungry gaze and wicked smirk made it clear heâd seen you playing with your most intimate parts while moaning his name like a desperate little slut. Youâd stammered out an apology, trying to talk your way out of the shameless scene, half painfully embarrassed and half furious he'd watched you so intensely even though he'd rejected you before. Max tilts his head, expression unreadable as he takes in your weak excuses. To your surprise, he stalks forward, standing in front of your seated form, murmuring that if you were truly sorry youâd make it up to him by picking up where you'd left off your cute little show.
You blinked, face flushed, asking him confusedly that you didnât understand, youâd thought that he wasnât interested in you, hadnât found you pretty, after all the months of tension heâd walked away on the balcony-
Oh, schatje, Max sighed, large palm reaching out to brush your plush cheeks as he looked down at your upset face, his finger lingering against your pouting lips. I wanted you the moment I saw you in that black dress at our very first lunch. Your doe eyes widened as he continues, explaining how truly, heâd held back on his twisted desires for his friend's little sister, who he was expected to look after - but instead had been having filthy thoughts about, hmm? Heâd used his other hand to palm the growing bulge then, making you gasp at the size even though his sweats. The things Iâve been thinking about, sweet girlâŚthey're far too dirty for such a pure angel like you.
Heat spread through your body at his words, a dusty pink flush on your face. Shyly, you spread your legs wide open again, letting him see all of you, all of the wetness that dripped down as you werenât wearing any panties underneath your nightdress. You wanted to show him just how much you wanted this, how you werenât some precious little doll that everyone thought you were. So even though it made you blush furiously, you looked right at him as you leaned back on the settee and slowly slid a cute manicured finger down your slit before entering yourself. The desire in Max's wide pupils was obvious as you moaned his name again, coyly mentioning that you'd always wondered if he'd be able to better stretch you out, your tiny fingers and toys couldnât do the job?
You finally break him then, and he growls and bends down to pull you towards him, his broad shoulders blocking out the sky but his sea blue eyes just as gorgeous to look at as the stars. You giggle at how enamoured he looks gazing down at you, but then youâre gasping into his mouth as he leans down to capture your lips with his. And your gasps turn to moans as the filthy kiss previews what comes next. Soon his lips are trailing down your delicate neck, over your sensitive tan nipples that Max swirls his skilled tongue around, murmuring that your tits were so goddamn pretty as his large hands squeeze the juicy flesh. Youâre tangling your fingers in his soft hair as he teasingly sucks on your hardened nubs, arching into his mouth and tossing your head back.
And his wet kisses move lower, over your thick hips, and then heâs blowing softly over your exposed dripping pussy, holding your soft thighs open with a strong grip. Then heâs leaving slow licks up your dripping slit with a broad swipe as he chuckles that heâd been dreaming about this, too.
Itâs all too much for you and youâre cumming all over his wicked tongue, and then his wide fingers, and then - once you beg for it and make his ears go pink from hearing you moan Maxie - you also cum all over his thick cock. Itâs just as pretty and swollen as youâd fantasied about, splitting you open in a way no man had ever been able to before. Youâre screaming and squirting around it, eyes rolling back at the mind blowing pleasure youâre finally recieving.
He kisses you sweetly after you both have had your fill of multiple rounds, murmuring how good youâd been for him, how much he loved it, loved you. You blush under the praise and fall asleep on his broad chest, still lying there on the outdoor settee and enjoying the warmth of his muscled arms protecting you from the cool nightâs breeze.
And when morning comes youâre suddenly anxious that it was just a one time thing, that he would tell you he disliked it, that he should never have slept with Carlosâ sister. But to your delight it it seems Max had been holding back on how much heâd been falling for you too. He shows you just how much after the two of you go for a swim in the azure seawater and eat a lazy brunch by the pool. Heâs raking his heated gaze shamelessly over your juicy ass, droplets still drying off as you lounge on the sunbed in a little bikini. Youâve barely finished your mango smoothie when heâs yanking the knots and palming greedily with his large hands. Fuck, do you know how many times I thought about ripping open those tight dresses of yours and doing this?
You smirk rather smugly and turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, where heâs begun sliding his raging erection along your bouncy cheeks, your soft flesh enveloping the hard length. Why do you think I wore them? You respond teasingly. Definitely not what I normally wear to a client meeting.
He growls, speeding up his thrusts along your fat cheeks and delivering harsh smack to your ass as punishment for your seductive techniques. You squeal excitedly from the tingles shooting to your clit from his forceful slap. You jiggle your hips tantalisingly, pushing back on him and he licks his lips before delivering more harsh smacks to your quickly reddening ass. You moan wantonly, ass lifted up in the air and your blushing face buried deep in a cushion when he splatters his cum all over your back, coating your caramel skin.
You swipe a finger through it to teasingly lick it up, sultrily commented on how tasty his cum was. His eyes widen at your unexpected dirty words, blood rushing to his cock again. And then youâre walking off to go prep dinner ingredients, letting him enjoy the view of your bouncing bum and leaving him on edge. Heâd certainly made you wait, after all. A Sainz was nothing if not petty when they wanted to be. You play nice that afternoon, before springing your attack in the evening by slyly asking him if heâd teach you how to please him with your mouth next?
Heâd choked on his empanada, his expression cutely flustered at the pleasurable idea. Youâd fluttered your lashes and said please, Maxie, I want to make you feel good like you did to me last night and he was a goner when he looked into your brown doe eyes. So he taught you, his fingers threading through your pretty curls as you look up adoringly at him from where you kneeled. He quickly realised that although your eyes looked wide and innocent, your sweet mouth was anything but.
Safe to say, when your family finally joined you later on and took one look at how their princessa had ensared a 6 foot Dutch millionaire who followed her around like a lovesick puppy, you eared a new nickname. El tentadora de Monaco. Youâd giggled from your seat in Maxâs warm lap, ignoring the bewildered gaze of the idiota Carlos as even your father had given the new couple his blessing. The temptress of Monaco had a nice ring to it, sĂ?
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Teach Me How To Play Coach Miller
Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Pairing: Austin Joel Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 3,275 Summary: You're home alone, relishing a lazy day when your hot neighbor knocks on your door. Seems his TV is out and he really wants to watch the Rangers game. You know nothing about baseball... maybe he can teach you a thing or two? Warnings: smut, porn with very little plot, age gap (reader's college aged, Joel's in his 30's), oral (f & m receiving), unprotected p in v, riding, baseball terms, Joel's a filthy liar but it benefits all of us, mentions of voyeurism and masturbation, big balls Joel Miller in gray sweatpants, no use of y/n, not beta read.
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Itâs another famous hot September afternoon in Texas. Too damn hot to do anything besides walk outside, roll your eyes at the sweltering temperature, turn around and walk back inside. The thick humidity and overbearing heat makes your skin slick and clothing stick in all the wrong placesâ or maybe the right placesâ it depends on whoâs looking.Â
A ring of the doorbell interrupts your lazy day movie marathon. The house is yours for the weekend, your roommates are all gone for a festival and your coursework is all done, so naturally youâre laid on the couch taking a reprieve from the overbearing temperature.
Another ring.
âIâm coming, Iâm coming,â you grumble.Â
You open the door, your knees buckling at your bad luck.
GOD DAMNIT. OF COURSE ITâS JOEL MILLER. *THE* JOEL MILLER. The hot DILF you and your roomies all lust after. The broad, golden skinned GOD of a man that you all argue over whoâs going to get to bed one day.Â
âJoel? H-hey,â you say, attempting to hide your embarrassment over how you look. Itâs 4 PM and youâre still wearing what you woke up in⌠an oversized Rangers shirt of your ex-boyfriendâs over a pair of lace boyshorts⌠itâs too freakinâ hot for actual clothes.Â
âAfternoonâuhâso my cable box just stopped working and itâs the clenching game for the playoffs,â he nervously huffs, putting a hand to the back of his neck. âI know itâs crazy to ask, but can I watch the game on your TV?â He lifts a six pack of beer enticingly, âI brought this as payment.â
âOh,â your eyes widen in surprise. Joel Miller⌠on your couch? Yes! Joel Miller on your couch! You open the door wider and step aside to let him in. âOf course, make yourself at home.âÂ
He walks into your house⌠this is a dream come true, heâs in GRAY SWEATPANTS and they hug his thick body perfectly.Â
You take a precursory look around your living room, silently thanking yourself for picking up the house yesterday. Now the hunk of a neighbor youâve touched yourself to while watching him mow his lawn is closer to you than heâs ever been.
You quickly stroll over to the coffee table, picking up the remote and handing it to him.Â
âThanks for this, appreciate it sweetheart,â Joel says, sitting on the couch, taking up a whole cushion with his broad body.Â
Ohhhh, sweetheart. His eyes darken at the sight of your breath hitching, before his eyes gaze lowers to your bare legs.Â
âYeah, o-of course,â you nod, feeling very underdressed with your handsome neighbor taking a seat on the couch you were just laid out on a few minutes ago. âIâll go get an opener.â
Joel turns the game on and settles his back against the couch cushions, âThanks sweetheart.âÂ
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The ceiling fan chains clang against one another, it only does this on high, it drives you crazy but the soft breeze it sends down is worth the annoyance. Your skinâs too overheated sitting only a couch cushionâs length away from Joel. Your foot nervously taps against the carpet while you try to focus on the book youâre reading. Youâre overwhelmed by his presence, hearing his lips form around the beer bottle and taking a swig, the movement of his body against the couch cushions, the smell of wood and coffee heâs brought into the house. You sigh, turning your attention to the game, maybe todayâs the day youâll learn about Americaâs pastime.Â
âWhy is it called a shortstop? Do they have to be short?â You ask putting your book down.Â
âNo,â Joel chuckles, âsâjust what the position is called.âÂ
âAh, and every team has one?â
âYes,â he shakes his head, âwhat exactly do you know about this game, sweetheart?â
âUm, I know I like their tight pants.âÂ
âOh really?â Joel looks over at you, crooking his eyebrow up.Â
âYep, and the guy throwing the ball is really tall and cute.â
âThatâs called a pitcher sweetheart,â he shakes his head at your ignorance.
âAnd he throws to theâŚâ your finger taps your cheek while you mock contemplation, âcatcher?âÂ
âThatâs right,â he nods, his voice dropping an octave. âWhat else do you know?â
âI know thereâs bases and home runs, adorable mascots and Cracker Jacks.â Â
âWhat bases?â
âHmm. First base, second base, third base, and home.â
âGood girl,â he grins, âyouâre a smart girl.â
âI know I am,â you smugly smile at him. âFirst base is kissing. Second base is above the waist, third base is belââ
Joelâs laugh cuts you off. âIs that right? Seems you know all about baseball, youâve⌠âplayed baseballâ before?âÂ
âMm,â you lean towards him, âI like playing baseball⌠I just havenât in a few months⌠you know besides practicing with myself.â
He shakes his head, a devilish smirk lights his face as he angles his body towards you. âYou practice a lot?â
âYeah, especially when my hot neighbor is outside mowing his lawn and he gets all sweaty. My bedroom window looks right out on his lawn.â Joelâs eyes widen at the realization that youâre talking about him. âSometimes he lifts the hem of his shirt and wipes his brow, I get to see a peek of his stomach, itâs super hot.â
âFunny,â he puts his beer bottle down and licks his lips. âI have a hot neighbor too. Iâve, uh, âpracticedâ before while thinking about how good she looks running in her tight shorts and tiny tank top.âÂ
Your core begins to pulse at his words, desire lights inside your body. Joel Miller has noticed you *and* gets off to the thought of you?! And now, heâs on your couch, sending you a lascivious look. Letâs ball.Â
âCan I play?â you ask, head tilted with a smirk before scooting closer to him.
âYeah?â his eyebrows crook up. âYou want to play with an old man like me?âÂ
You nod. âPut me in coach.â
âBatter up baby,â he growls, grabbing and lifting you to straddle his lap. Youâre thankful for your measly lace panties, less layers between you and Joelâs dick. âYou wanna show me first base?â
You gulp, pouty lips agape begging to be kissed by Joel Miller. âFirst base,â you nuzzle your nose against his, âis kissing.â
âMm,â he nips at your bottom lip, âthen kiss me, pretty girl.â
You pull away, angling your head to look at the TV. âBut what about the game?â
âTheyâre losing by four,â he grabs your chin, turning your head back towards him. âPlus, I donât think itâs possible to care about the game when a pretty girl like you is on my lap.â
Leaning forward, you plant a soft kiss and suck his plush bottom lip into your mouth. Your heart flutters inside your chest when his mouth opens inviting you to lick into it as he lifts the hem of your shirt.Â
You swipe his hand away, âNot at second base yet.â
âFuck,â he pants. âBeen wanting to see you since you moved in last year.â
His confession rolls through your body, sending waves of want through your limbs. You want to rock your hips against him, you want to feel your bare skin against his, you want to feel him inside you, but you also love the game youâre playing and itâs not just every day your hot neighbor comes over to watch a ballgame and winds up with his tongue in your mouth. Â
You deepen the kiss, moaning against his lips as your tongues collide and explore each otherâs mouths. Raucous shouting of the announcers on the TV interrupts your makeout session.
âMmph, will you look at that? Rangers just hit a grand slam ân tied the game. You wanna celebrate now?â Joel grabs the hem of your shirt and angles his eyebrow up.
âShow me second base Joel.â
Your shirt is lifted and tossed aside, your nipples pebble under the cool fan air and Joelâs attention. He stares, eyes wide in astonishment as he takes your bare chest in.Â
âSecond base is above the waist stuff,â you direct. His large, calloused hands mold around the weight of your flesh.Â
âMm, knew youâd be soft,â he rasps in awe. His touch drives you crazy, just an hour ago, you were dozing off on the couch to Romy & Michelleâs High School Reunion, now Joel Miller is holding your tits in his hands. He rubs the tips of his thumbs back and forth across your nipples. âCan I use my mouth on you baby?â he asks, his gaze moving from your chest to your eyes pleadingly.Â
âGod yes,â you pant, rising up to bring your chest to his mouth. He clasps his lips around your nipple, sucking and pulling, swirling his tongue around the peak before letting it go with a pop. Your back arches, your weight settling firmer against him when he nips his way across your chest, taking your other breast into his mouth and suckling. Your hands snake underneath his shirt and run across the plush of his stomach petting your hands across the smattering of hair across his belly.Â
Joel buries his face between your breasts, breathing you in and groaning against your skin, his hands grab your hips and push your body firmer against his half hard cock still clad in his sweatpants.
Heâs fully dressed, your teensy pair of lace panties do very little to stop your cunt from dripping onto the light gray fabric of his sweatpants. Your hips begin to grind against the shape of him, begging for contact. He ruts his hips up to tap against your core pulling a moan from you.Â
He snickers teasingly, âWe goinâ to third base already baby?â
You whimper a measly yes, rocking yourself harder against him. Fuck the pace of game, itâs going to be a quick one. Youâre so needy for him, you canât believe this is happening with Joel âhot dadâ Miller. Your roommates are never going to believe you.Â
You reach for the hem of his shirt, bunching it up before he chucks it off and throws it across the couch. You lean back, eyes widening at the sight of him. Good LORD, heâs perfect. His skin glows in the late afternoon light beaming in from the front window. His shoulders and arms are toned from all of the manual labor you always watch him accomplish. Your hands roam his soft muscles, exploring the plains of his body. Heâs the whole fucking package. He looks at you with a smug smirk while you take him in.Â
You want to taste him and see if he tastes like the sweat and sunlight. Your lips find his collarbone, licking and sucking, tasting the slight salt of the sweat the heat leaves on everybodyâs skin on days like today. Delectable.
His throat groans against your tongue, he shivers underneath you, youâve never wanted someone so badly before.Â
âFuck me,â you plead against his skin, âplease.â
âNot yet, not yet baby, weâre still at third, youâre still learning all about baseball. I need to enjoy a game as sweet as you,â he implores, sliding a hand between your legs and petting your soaked panties. âThis all for me?âÂ
âYesss,â you hiss, licking your way up through his scratchy beard to his mouth.Â
You gasp against his lips when he slides a thick finger inside. He chuckles a deep breath against your mouth, âSo fucking wet arenât you pretty girl?âÂ
Your only answer is a garbled moan and a clench around his second finger that stretches you.Â
His fingers languidly fuck you while his thumb teases soft circles against your clit, youâre writhing from his touch, breathing mews into the air. He licks into your mouth swallowing every shattered breath that escapes from your throat. So many nights youâve fallen asleep to the thought of this moment laying alone in your bed, gazing out the window at the Miller household. What would Joel Millerâs overworked hands and plush mouth feel like against your body? Well, now you know, and it feels even better than you could have ever imagined. Â
He licks his way down to your neck, asking âCan I taste you?â against your skin.Â
âYes,â you cry out.Â
Joel lifts you with a grunt and lays you down against the couch cushions. He stands over you, running a hand across your body, mapping his way from your breasts down your stomach to the trim of your panties.
âYouâre gorgeous,â he muses, his eyes turning black as he pulls your panties down, exposing your pussy to him. You spread your legs open encouraged by the possessiveness of his stare. He tosses your underwear behind him before settling on the couch between your legs with a deep growl. Your legs are lifted over his shoulders. âFuck,â he sighs, planting a kiss against your thigh, âyouâre so fucking hot. Letâs get to third base sweetheart.â
His eyes flutter shut at the first taste of you when he parts your folds with his tongue. Everything about Joel Miller is wide- his fingers, his shoulders, his chest. Right now, his wide tongue is driving you crazy as it swirls against your clit. He devours you, licking and laving all over your drooling pussy, drinking you down and savoring you like youâre his last meal. His eyes stay on your face the whole time, watching you fall apart against his mouth. Your fingers wrap around the dark waves of his hair pulling him in closer, hips undulating against his mouth getting yourself off on the feel of the bristle of his beard against your sensitive flesh. His tongue flattens and runs up and down the shape of you before he dips two fingers into your entrance and buries them knuckles deep. Your back curves at the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on your clit as your soaked walls clench around his thick fingers.Â
âMm, close,â you whimper while your feet thud repeatedly against his strong back. He nods against your core, dark brown eyes still focused on your face. Your heart races at the way he watches you under his thick eyebrows creased in concentration. Of course Joel Miller is good at eating pussy, heâs a hard worker. You wail his name out when you orgasm against his mouth, your body tightens as you flood his fingers and throb for him. He kisses your swollen clit gently, letting a deep moan and chuckle out while you spasm underneath him.Â
Joelâs face glistens with you when he lifts his head up, âWelcome to third base.âÂ
âYou havenât gotten here yet,â you arch an eyebrow and lick your parted lips, still panting for air.
He kisses each thigh with a loud smack before getting up.Â
He looms over your blissed out body on the couch and yanks down his pants and boxers, a gulp rolls down your throat at the sight of him. So fucking thick and engorged with a sweet drop of precum rolling down his shaft.
âWow,â you gasp, rolling to your side to bring yourself eye level to his twitching cock. Your eyebrows rise in awe when he wraps his hand around himself and strokes.
âYeah?â his voice smolders through you.Â
âIâve thought about what you looked like naked, and now that I see it⌠wow.â You canât believe the confession just left your mouth.
âFunny,â he collects a drop of precum on his fingertip and rubs it against your bottom lip,â I thought the same thing.â
Your tongue darts out to taste him, salty, bitter, so fucking manly. You want to taste more of him.Â
You bring your lips to the crown of his cock, kissing the tip and running your tongue along the length of his shaft. He gasps, leaning forward to rest his hands on the sofa back.Â
âFuck sweetheart, thatâs good,â he drawls when you suck him into your mouth engulfing the thick length of him in the wet heat of your mouth.Â
You cup the heft of his balls in your hand⌠thick cock, big balls, of course Joel Miller has big balls.Â
âYouâre good at this sweetheart, really fucking good,â he huffs, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as you hollow them and suck him to the back of your throat.Â
Your eyes flutter up to watch Joel snarl down at you while his hips buck into your drooling mouth.
âCanât keep lookinâ at me like that sweetheart, or else weâre not going to get to homebase.â
Your pussy clenches at his words, begging to be filled like your mouth. Itâs as if Joel can read your mind, his hand lands in between your thighs and begins petting your aching cunt.Â
âFeels like she needs to have my cock in her, doesnât she?â he says, tapping his fingers against your entrance. âThink maybe we should get to homebase?â
He pulls his cock out of your mouth and lifts you off the couch into his arms, heâs so fucking strong.Â
He leaves a searing kiss on your lips before settling on the couch, still holding you close to him.Â
âYou ready for homebase?â he asks, gazing into your eyes.Â
âPut me in coach, Iâm ready to play,â you smile, giddy at the anticipation of getting fucked by Joel Miller.
âGo ahead sweetheart, fuck me,â his drawl drips in arousal as you slowly sink yourself down on him, gasping at the feel of his thick cock stretching you.Â
Your hips rock back and forth to adjust to the size of him spreading you open.Â
âKnew youâd feel so good sweetheart, knew it as soon as I saw you,â he says, peppering kisses across your face and neck. âSo pretty, so soft, feels so fucking good.â
Joel Miller always seemed too intimidating, too closed off, too attractive to ever be interested in a neighbor much too young for him, and yet here he is ignoring the baseball game he wanted to watch, instead burying his cock into your pussy.
You ride him, your pace turning more frenzied and desperate the more he chants your name.
The ticks of the fan chains clanging against one another accompanies the sound of your pussy bouncing up and down on his dick. Hips meeting hips, skin hitting skin, breath gasping breath, chain knocking chain. Your fingers wrap around his curls pulling his head up to kiss you. Your breaths puff against his, you canât hide the blissed out smile that lights up your whole face as he pounds into you.
Your body begins to tingle and quiver when his cock hits the gushy spot that makes you see stars.Â
âThatâs it baby, thatâs it,â Joel grits against your neck biting and sucking, marking you with his mouth and owning you with his cock.Â
You scream a choked sob when your orgasm lights through you, your walls clutch Joelâs cock as you come undone. He grips you harder, pushing you into his chest and holding you as close as he can with his tense muscles as he lifts you and pulls out painting your pussy lips with his cum. You collapse against him, gasping for air against his sweaty skin, darting your tongue out to lick some of the sweet salt so you can always remember the taste of playing ball with Joel Miller.Â
âCan I tell you something?â Joel asks, his voice radiates through your ear resting against his chest.Â
âHmm? Yeah,â you sigh.
âMy TV still works,â he sheepishly says. You sit up at the shock of his words. âI just really wanted to watch the game with a pretty girl.â He sends you a sultry, guilty smirk that you cover with your lips.Â
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the orange peel theory * fem!driver
how many men in her life would stop to peel an orange for her if she asks randomly?
pairings: f1 grid x fem!driver
warnings: -
notes: juSt a random idea i got when i dreadfully peeled oranges for myself ugh i hate being single sometimes
guys this is the last vr update today i swear iâve got too much times on my hands actually
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-> max verstappen, #1
would be in the middle of an interview after quali when she comes up to him with a mandarin orange in hand
max stops mid sentence to look down at her in confusion but will take the orange into his hands as she asks him to peel it for her politely
he would cover the mic and whisper âcan this wait? iâm in the middle of somethingâ and she shows him her hands, perfectly manicured white nails with a frown and says âiâll stain my nailsâ
and he just does it, peeling the orange as he carries on with the interview after she walks away without him knowing
when he finishes, he turns to give it to her but sheâs no longer there and ends up eating the orange during his interview lol
-> logan sargeant, #2
heâd be sitting in his garage minding his own business when she comes and sits next to him with a bag of mandarin oranges in hand
he doesnât even need to be told
he immediately reaches out and starts peeling the oranges for her, even tearing away the white strands because he knows she hates those
totally nothing to do with the fact that heâs had a crush on her forever
everything to do with the fact that they grew up together and heâs too lazy to fight
-> daniel ricciardo, #3
heâs literally just walked into the paddocks for race day
he feels all cool with all the cameras
suddenly she runs over to him with an orange in her hands and a hopeful smile
âpeel this for me please?â
he does it without question
he walks the paddocks with her while peeling her orange and even sparks up conversation with her
-> lando norris, #4
literally walks away when he sees her approaching him with an orange
sheâs been doing it all weekend and he refuses to be a victim
also because heâs not that fond of peeling oranges
or oranges, for that matter
she tries chasing after him but when she finally catches up, he simply ignores the request to peel the orange for her
-> pierre gasly, #10
heâll be literally walking over to the grid for the driverâs parade
looking pretty cool in his cool fits
an orange is presented to him without question
he grins at her and thanks her for the orange
walks away and eats the orange himself
-> sergio perez, #11
would also be in the middle of an interview when she comes up with an orange
would peel it because heâs a mega dad and heâs really taken a liking to her
excuses himself from the interview to do it for her real quick
would take one piece of the orange for himself
claims itâs the taxes for making him do it instead of doing it herself
-> fernando alonso, #14
takes the orange without her saying anything
heâs always seen with seb on race weekends and is very used to her antics
literally gives her the orange peel and one piece of orange
eats the orange without her saying anything
sheâs in damn near tears because she really expected fernando to peel it for her without question
-> charles lerclerc, #16
is sad that she didnât bring him an orange too
still peels it for her though
even though he was in the middle of some paddock game with carlos
asks for a piece and because she loves him and her crush is still very much present, she simply gives him the whole orange
-> lance stroll, #18
heâd have been coming out of his racing home minding his own business
they donât interact often because she scares him
is almost scared to say no to the orange peeling and actually says no
mutters âi always knew you hated meâ as she walks away
which then makes him chase her to peel the orange for her and apologise profusely
because lance and her literally never talk and it took up all her courage to approach him with this orange, she gives him half of the orange
-> kevin magnussen, #20
asks her if she's got an extra orange for his baby girl
she literally came prepared and gives one to cute baby laura
so now kevin has to peel two oranges for two babies
outrageous, if u ask him
-> nyck de vries, #21
has unfortunately departed by the time she decided to be a menace about the orange peel theory
she thinks about him often though
they're texting buddies actually
-> yuki tsunoda, #22
literally came prepared
he's got a packet of candy he bought when he flew back to japan for a visit
she gives him the whole orange
she literally peels the orange for him in exchange for the candy
-> alex albon, #23
was literally walking to the grid for the opening ceremony of the race weekend
says no immediately
but he does change his mind and asks if he can have half if he peels it for her
peels it and takes more than half of the share
-> zhou guanyu, #24
is delighted to even see her because they don't come across one another often
is kinda touched that she asked him to peel an orange but then is disappointed to find out that he's not the first victim and that this is all a tiktok trend for her
peels it anyway
asks her to bring an extra orange if there's a next time as payment
-> niko hulkenberg, #27
she literally cannot find him
doesn't get to participate in the trend
she only saw him once that weekend and it was at the opening ceremony and she only had 1 orange for alex to peel
and on the grid in his race car
-> esteban ocon, #31
absolutely ADORES her
peels it without question
peeks around her shoulder to ask if she's brought another one for him
she says yes and that he's the only one who gets one for himself because she loves him back
-> lewis hamilton, #44
this psycho literally approaches lewis when he's on an interview panel
but that's because he asked her to do it at that time so he has a excuse to escape the panel
he's just so tired of the panel interviews
giggling with her like demons as he peels the orange
-> carlos sainz, #55
peels it for her without question
the only one to ask her why she's got so many oranges to eat and hand out
also the only one to ask her if oranges have been the only thing she's eaten all weekend
inhumanly impossible to eat this many oranges in one weekend perhaps
-> george russell, #63
is literally tearing up because she came to him to ask to peel the orange
he heard from alex what she's been doing
he's been waiting all weekend for her and was sad that it seemed like she had no intentions on letting him participate in her tiktok
she feels so bad for him that she joins him in peeling an orange as well
-> valtteri bottas, #77
is confused because he's just minding his own business using his phone during the driver's briefing
peels the orange for her anyway
asks if oranges are her favourite fruit
suggests eating something less acidic to avoid a tummyache
-> oscar piastri, #81
if anyone's tired of her being a menace with all these oranges, it's going to be him
but because he knows she'll pick a fight if he says no
he will peel the orange reluctantly
takes a picture with the orange because it's the same shade as the mclaren shirt he is wearing
â bonus
-> liam lawson, #30
asks her to fuck off
only ask him to peel an orange when she's lost all the ability to peel one for herself
asks her if he can have one from her orange stash
she says no in tears because he cussed at her
shrugs and walks away
-> sebastian vettel, #5
this clinically insane woman has got this 4 time world champion peeling oranges on the pit wall during qualifying
has him throw her a peeled orange in between laps during qualifying
eats it in the car for a racing 'buff' before she drives out for a lap
she's got too many oranges so he helps her eat some of them
eating oranges = beating mclaren = beating oscar because they're all the same colour and have a correlation obviously
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#. IT SUITS YOU . . . !
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đłđ˛đş!đżđ˛đŽđąđ˛đż ÄąllÄą. umemiya hajime, takiishi chika togame jo, kaji ren, suo hayato, kiryu mitsuki, sakura haruka, endo yamato
fluff. he thought there was no other way to make him love you more until he saw you in his clothes.
UMEMIYA HAJIME
It was unbearably hot outside, so you and Umemiya decided to spend the day indoors, lounging on the couch and eating ice cream while watching some random show on Netflix. You thank the people who decided to create the air conditioning, and the ice cream felt heavenly against your tongue.
Halfway through the second episode, you managed to get a dollop of ice cream on your shirt. "Ugh, I'll be right back," you said, heading to the bedroom to change.
You rummaged through your drawers but couldn't find anything, then you stopped at a very interesting design as you grabbed one of Umemiya's shirts from the closet. It was soft and smelled like him, instantly making you feel cozy.
When you returned to the living room, you saw Umemiya's eyes widen and his jaw drop. In his shock, he accidentally let go of his ice cream, which fell to the ground with a splat.
"Ume, what was that for?" you asked, grabbing a wipe to clean up the mess.
It was strangely quiet, and when you looked up, you saw him staring at you with heart eyes, a blush spreading across his cheeks, and a huge, adoring smile on his face. His hand was clutching his chest dramatically.
"PUMPKIN, YOU ARE SO CUTE!" he screamed, fangirling, waving his imaginary tail like a little puppy. The sight was absolutely adorable. He started to pull off his own t-shirt, "PLEASE PUT THIS ONE!" You laughed and stopped him, "Another time, baby."
Days later, you were doing the laundry and noticed most of the clothes in the basket were Umemiya's. Little did you know, he had secretly left most of his shirts in your wardrobe during his sleepovers. But that was a secret, a sweet gesture of his love that you didn't need to know about.
TAKIISHI CHIKA
You woke up early on a lazy Sunday morning, the sun just beginning to filter through the curtains as you stroll into the kitchen, trying to find something to eat while dressed in your boyfriend's shirt that somehow became your pajama. The faint scent of his cologne that still lingers on was very comforting and calming, it made you more lovesick.
Takiishi, still half-asleep, shuffles into the kitchen, wondering why did you left. His hair is tousled and his eyes are still heavy with sleep, but when he sees you standing by the counter in his shirt ... he doesn't say anything per usual, as he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. It's his shirt, the one you brought, not Endo. His warmth envelops you, and you can feel his steady heartbeat against your back. Despite just waking up, he finds peace, feeling so comfortable that he can drift back to sleep.
"You'd make a good teddy bear," you tease gently, turning in his embrace to face him. His expression is as calm as ever, but you can't help but notice the small smile that he tried to hide. "My pillow disappeared," he murmurs, his voice still husky with sleep. Well, of course, you are his personal pillow and blanket, but you didn't mind that at all.
With a groan, you realize you'll have to bring him back to bed. Gently, you guide him out of the kitchen, his arms still loosely around you playing with the shirt, as you lead him down the hallway. He leans on you heavily, his steps slow and relaxed, completely trusting you to guide him to where he can rest again.
As you reach the bedroom, he stirs slightly, murmuring a soft thank you against your neck. You can't help but smile at his sleepy self, carefully helping him settle into bed. He snuggles under the covers, pulling you close so you're curled up against his chest and he will always be close to you either with his arms around your body or with his shirt on you.
TOGAME JO
You really wanted to go to the store, and so you did, grabbing the first jacket you saw on your way out. It was a bit oversized, and you didn't think much about it. When you returned home, you were met with a scene of mild chaos. Your boyfriend, Togame Jo, had turned the house upside down.
"Jo, what are you doing?" you asked, taking off your shoes and looking at the scattered items.
"I can't find my Shishitoren jackeâ" He paused mid-sentence, turning to look at you. There you were, standing in the doorway, wearing the very jacket he was searching for. A soft smile spread across his face. "It looks good on you, doll."
Realization dawned on you. You had grabbed his jacket by mistake. Well, you wouldn't lieâyou did look pretty good in it. "I'm sorry, I'll take it off," you said, starting to remove it. Togame made a slow, dismissive gesture with his hand. "No, no. Keep it on."
"But don't you need it right now?" you asked, puzzled. "Won't Choji complain becauseâ"
He cut you off with a teasing grin, "They already know who I am. Wear it so they know who that jacket belongs to."
Your heart fluttered at his words. Snuggling into the jacket, you smiled back at him, feeling a warm sense of belonging. Togame stepped closer, wrapping an arm around you.
"Besides," he whispered, "you make it look way better than I ever could."
KAJI REN
Kaji seemed to like hoodies, no he loved hoodies. And he especially loved when you wore them. The sight of you, cozy and snug in his oversized clothing, always made him somehow melt. But now, as he stood shivering at the bus stop, he started to regret his choice of giving you his favorite one. After all, it was cold, and you had forgotten to bring something warmer, leaving him only in his shirt.
"I'm sorry, Ren," you said softly, guilty as you glanced at him. Your boyfriend stood there, his arms wrapped around himself, his breath visible in the chilly air. The bus wouldnât be here for another 30 minutes, and you could see he was freezing.
He wasnât that mad, just a little bit, a tiny little bit. But he preferred you to be warm and safe, so when boyfriend duty called, he answered. With a small sigh, you snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso, hoping the soft material of the hoodie would warm him up. His initial shiver softened as he felt your embrace, and he glanced down at you.
"Please don't be mad at me," you pleaded, looking up at him with those big, apologetic eyes.
"I am not," he replied, shaking his head. "Just next time, wear one of my hoodies or put something with sleeves," he sounded calm, well his other senses didn't work that well when freezing, as you hummed in response, pressing yourself closer to him as a way to share whatever warmth you could muster.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bus arrived. As you both climbed aboard and found a seat. The heater was a blessing, and you leaned into Kaji, feeling him gradually warm up. He wasnât mad, but you noticed the sniffles starting the next morning.
Now, as he lays on the couch, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by tissues, you felt even more guilty. Kaji has come down with a cold, and you are taking care of him. You brought him hot tea, fluffed his pillows, and made sure he had everything he needed.
"Ren, I'm so sorry," you said again, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. He looked up at you, his eyes a bit glassy but still filled with affection. And you knew that he would rather be sick than have you catch a cold.
SUO HAYATO
As you finish the final touches in front of the mirror, you can't help but feel a bit nervous. The smooth white silk of the changshan glides against your skin, as you admire how the elegant fabric hugs your form, the intricate patterns catching the light just so. Suo's appreciation for Chinese-styled fashion has always intrigued you, and today, you decided to surprise him by matching his style.
A quick glance at your phone reminds you that Suo is waiting outside, though he texted you saying heâd be there for a while, giving you more time to get ready. With a deep breath, you grab your bag and head out the door.
Stepping outside, you spot him immediately. Your boyfriend stands there, looking effortlessly handsome as always in his own changshan, and a smile playing on his lips. But as his eyes land on you, his expression shifts to one of pleasant surprise.
"Y/N?" he calls out, the amusement and admiration can be heard and seen as he takes a few steps closer, his gaze never leaving you. "Is that my changshan?"
You nod, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "I wanted to match with you today. Do you like it?" He chuckles, the sound warm and teasing. "Like it? You look amazing. But I must say, you pull it off better than I do."
"I just wanted to try it out. You always look so good in these, and I thought it might be fun." Suo reaches out, gently adjusting a strand of hair that had fallen out of place, his touch is warm, "Well, you certainly succeeded. But now Iâm worried everyone will be looking at you instead of me."
You roll your eyes, knowing he's just teasing. "Oh, please. You know you always steal the spotlight." He grins, his hand holding yours as you start to walk together. "Maybe so, but today, youâre the star. Iâm really happy you did this, Y/N. It means a lot."
The honesty in his voice makes your heart flutter. "I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you. And maybe⌠steal some of your fashion secrets."
Suo chuckles, squeezing your hand. "Anytime, Y/N. You know, we could make this a regular thing. Matching outfits and all."
You smile, the idea sounding more and more appealing, "So I will see you wearing Hello Kitty pajama's?" and as you think about how cute he will look in pink pjs while you apply a face mask and watch movies, it makes your heart melt, and he just laughs softly. "Who am I to deny you?"
KIRYU MITSUKI for my pookie @heartkaji
Youâve borrowed his shirt for the day, its soft fabric with vibrant pastel colors and shapes, a comforting reminder of him, paired with your pink skirt and cute Converse sneakers. The combination makes you feel especially adorable, and you notice the admiring glances from your boyfriend who undoubtedly thinks the same.
Kiryuâs been quiet, his phone in hand more than usual. Youâve caught glimpses of him smiling subtly at the screen, making you assume heâs checking something interesting. Perhaps a new game or a video that caught his eye.
You find a cozy bench and settle down together, your head finding its familiar spot on his shoulder. The day has been perfect, and you close your eyes for a moment, to get a rest from all the walking. When you open them, you notice his phone gallery is open, the screen filled with so many photos.
You tilted your head for a better look. The gallery is full of pictures of youâcaptured candidly throughout the day. These arenât just any blurry photos; they look professionally taken, each one perfectly framed and lit. Your heart skips a beat as you realize Kiryuâs secret. Blushing, you nudge him playfully.
"Why didnât you tell me?â
He looks at you with that calm, gentle cat like smile that always makes your heart melt. âI didnât want your facial expression to be forced for the picture only.â
His words make your cheeks flush even more. You feel an overwhelming rush of affection for this boy who loves you so deeply, capturing your natural moments with such care. Leaning up, you press a soft kiss to his cheek.
âYouâre amazing, you know that?â
Kiryuâs smile widens just a bit, and he pulls you closer. âAnd youâre beautiful. Wear my clothes more often, they suit you.â
ENDO YAMATO
Endo often went shopping with you, spoiling you with many bags that would pile up during your hangouts. You appreciated his generosity, but sometimes, the sheer number of bags was overwhelming.
Today, home alone, you found yourself rifling through Endo's closet. You slipped into one of his oversized shirts and a pair of his jeans, the latter needing a makeshift belt to stay up. To complete the look, you even drew some lines on your arms to replicate his intricate sleeve tattoos. Standing in front of the mirror, you struck a pose and imitated his voice, "I am Endo Yamato and I'm going to tell you some philosophy shit I don't understand myself." You couldn't help but giggle at your own 'cosplay'' if you can even call it one.
Unbeknownst to you, Endo had come home. He stepped into the room whistling, his phone held up and recording. You froze, eyes wide as you locked gazes with him. He was grinning ear to ear, clearly entertained, while you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you.
Before you could react, the makeshift belt gave way, and his jeans slipped down to the floor. Luckily, the oversized shirt and tank top you wore covered you just enough.
"You didn't see anything. Get out," you stammered, cheeks burning. Endo chuckled, the phone still capturing every moment. "Good impression, although, one note: you forgot to draw this tattoo," he said, pointing to a specific spot on his arm.
You grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. "I said get out!"
"Right, right," he replied, backing out of the room with a mischievous smile. "But don't beg me to delete the video; you were so cute."
You groaned, knowing you were in for a relentless teasing. "Endo, I swear, if you don't stopâŚ"
But his laughter was already echoing through the hallway, leaving you to change and try to remove the tattoos you drew with a permanent marker. It can't get any worse than this, can it?
SAKURA HARUKA
The sky was clear when you and Sakura set out to run errands for Kotoha, but halfway through your way to the store, the heavens opened up, and a heavy rain began to pour. You dashed for cover, but it was too late. Your white blouse quickly became soaked, clinging to your skin, making you aware of how exposed you felt. With your hands crossed in front of your chest, you glanced over at Sakura.
He was blushing furiously, doing his best not to look directly at you. His eyes darted nervously, and then he shrugged off his jacket. Holding it out to you, he kept his head turned away, the redness creeping up his neck and ears to the tip of his fingers. "H-here," he stammered, his voice soft and gentle.
"Thank you," you said, taking the jacket from his trembling hands. You slipped it on, the warmth from his body still lingering in the fabric. Sakura's scent enveloped you, and you could see him stealing a few glances, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. It was clear he was trying hard to keep his composure.
You stepped closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest. Standing on your toes, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I'll return it tomorrow if it's not a problem."
Sakura.exe had officially stopped working. He stood frozen, eyes wide and lips slightly parted, unable to process what just happened. His cheeks were burning, not from the cold rain but from your touch. "Sure, keep it, yeah," he finally managed to say, his voice shaky.
You laughed softly at his reaction, making a mental note to treat him to something nice next time as a thank you. The rain stopped after not too long, but you were still with his jacket on, and he didn't mind at all. Sakura will probably make you run in the rain again, or do anything else, just to have an excuse to give you the jacket.
BONUS !
KOTOHA + TSUBAKI using he/him for tsubaki
Guess what time it is? Itâs the casual Girlâs Night that occurs on most Fridays. Tonight, you, Kotoha, and Tsubaki are at Tsubaki's house for a sleepover, and the evening is already filled with gossip and laughter. The three of you sit on the living room floor, painting your nails in bright, fun colors while a horror movie plays in the background. You all giggle at the ridiculous actions of the main characters, the jump scares only adding to the fun.
Soon, the nail polish is drying, and you move on to your next activity: karaoke. The living room transforms into your stage as you each take turns singing loudly, the music echoing through the house. Your voices blend together in a chorus of joy, rockstars quite literally.
After the concert, itâs time for the fashion show. You rummage through Tsubaki's closet, matching your clothes with pieces from Kotoha's and Tsubaki's collections. With a dramatic flair, Tsubaki sets up the "runway" in the hallway, grabbing a flashlight to act as the spotlight.
"Lights, camera, action!" Tsubaki shouts, and you begin your strut down the hallway, feeling like a top model. Tsubaki's enthusiasm is infectious as he cheer, "You are so beautiful, Y/N-chan! I knew that skirt would suit you!"
Kotoha's eyes light up with admiration as she sees how her makeup looks on you. "You look stunning, Y/N," she says, her smile genuine and warm, clapping her hands.
The three of you take turns walking the runway, posing and twirling as you go. Tsubaki snaps photos, capturing every glamorous moment. Once satisfied, you all crowd around his phone, reviewing the photos and choosing the best ones to post on your socials.
Just as you hit "post," your phones buzz with notifications. The Bofurin group chat, which is 99% boys, suddenly goes crazy when Tsubaki sends a video of your model walk. Messages flood in, filled with surprised reactions and compliments.
"Is that Y/N?" Tsubaki reads Hiragi's message. "SO CUTE!" Umemiya added, and for some reason, Sakura sent a thumbs-up emoji, don't judge him, he is still learning to use a phone properly.
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lorenzo berkshire x oblivous bsf!reader who doesn't realize enzo's feelings for her
You and Lorenzo Berkshire had been inseparable since before either of you could remember. You shared everything: birthday parties, first days of school, scraped knees, and secret hideouts. Growing up in each otherâs orbits meant that your lives were entwined so tightly that the idea of "you" and "Lorenzo" felt like one singular entity. There was no "you" without him.
Your earliest memories were filled with laughterâhis soft giggles as you raced through the fields behind your house, his shy grin when you baked cookies together for the first time (though he burnt them terribly). As kids, you held hands without a second thought, sneaking into each other's homes when it rained, building forts out of blankets and pillows while you dreamed about the day you'd finally go to Hogwarts. The night before your first train ride, Lorenzo had shyly handed you a daisy he'd picked from his backyard.
"To remember me by," he mumbled, cheeks pink.
"As if I could forget," you'd teased, but the flower stayed pressed between the pages of your favourite book.
Then, Hogwarts happened, and you made new friends, got sorted into different houses (he ended up in Slytherin, you in Hufflepuff), but you still found each other between classes. The teasing continued, the inside jokes and pranks. You became his safe space when the weight of his duties pressed on him too hard, and he was your companion in every late-night gossip session.
There were still times when you thought there was something different. Like the time during a lazy summer day at the lake when he draped his jacket over your shoulders, even though the sun was shining brightly, or the way he hesitated just a moment too long before pulling his hand back after helping you up from a fall. You never thought too deeply about it, brushing it off as part of your long-standing friendship.
Year five arrived, and the two of you were as close as ever. Still, there were moments that felt... different, though you couldn't quite place why. He'd brush your shoulder when he passed you in the hall, or his gaze lingered just a little too long during meals. You laughed it offâbecause what could possibly change between you and Lorenzo? Best friends forever, right?
One night, in the Common Room, you were discussing upcoming exams when he turned to you, his voice lower than usual.
"Do you think..." he hesitated. "Do you think people can just stay the same forever? Like... always be what they are?"
You blinked, caught off guard by the question. "I mean... I guess? If they want to be. Why?"
Lorenzo only gave you a small smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "No reason," he murmured before changing the subject.
In year six, things shifted subtly again. He started walking closer to you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours as you strolled through the halls. There were times when his laughter seemed softer, more reserved when he was alone with you. You didnât notice, not in the way he hoped. It wasnât obvious enough to break the oblivion that surrounded you, and maybe that was for the best.
It wasnât until the holiday party that year that everything came crashing down.
Aurora, your best friend from Ravenclaw, had nowhere to go for the holidays. You couldn't leave her alone, so you invited her along to Blaise's annual party, excited to introduce her to the Slytherins youâd grown close with. Lorenzo had helped organize everything, naturally, and you spent the first half of the evening by his side, laughing with him as usual.
You introduced Aurora to everyoneâPansy, Draco, Astoria, Daphne, Theodoreâand lastly, Lorenzo.
âThis is Aurora,â you said, motioning to your friend with a grin. âSheâs an absolute sweetheart. I think you two will get along well.â
Lorenzoâs eyes flicked from you to Aurora, offering her one of his rare, warm smiles. âNice to meet you.â
You missed the way Auroraâs cheeks flushed instantly at the sound of his voice. But Pansy didn't.
The evening wore on, the room buzzing with laughter and chatter, and eventually, the group began to scatter into smaller conversations. Aurora pulled you aside near the punch table, her face unusually tense.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, concerned by the sudden shift in her mood.
She hesitated, glancing nervously at where Lorenzo stood talking to Blaise. âI⌠I think I like Enzo.â
Her words hit you like a blow to the chest. You stared at her, the warmth of the room suddenly feeling suffocating. "What?"
âI think I like him," she repeated, biting her lip. "I donât know how it happened, but⌠thereâs something about him. The way he talks, how kind he is. Heâs just soââ
You didnât hear the rest of her sentence. Everything blurred, and for a reason you couldnât quite grasp, it hurt. A lot. You wanted to tell her she was mistaken, that it didnât make sense, that Lorenzo wasnât supposed to be liked like thatâat least not by someone else.
But what could you say? She was your best friend too, and she deserved happiness. So, you forced a smile, though it didnât quite reach your eyes. âI didnât know. I mean, he is⌠heâs great, isnât he?â
Aurora nodded, her expression soft. âYeah. I hope itâs okay that I told you.â
âOf course it is.â
But it wasnât. Not really.
The next morning found you sprawled across your bed in the Hufflepuff dormitory, staring blankly at the ceiling. The sun had already risen, casting beams of light through the window, but you hadnât moved much since getting back from the party. The thoughts from the night before still circled in your mind, refusing to let go.
Your dormmate, clearly concerned by your uncharacteristic silence, glanced over at you as she packed her books. âYou good?â she asked, hesitating by the door.
You gave her a half-hearted wave, plastering a smile on your face. âYeah, fine. Just tired.â
She eyed you for a second longer before shrugging. âAlright, well, donât forget about class later.â
As soon as the door clicked shut, you let out a long sigh. Alone again.
Your mind wandered back to the party. Aurora. Lorenzo. You couldnât shake the way her eyes had lit up when she talked about him. How she had looked at him like he was the most fascinating person in the room. But why did it bother you so much? It didnât make any sense.
Would they even look good together?
You sat up a bit, propping yourself on your elbows as you thought about it. Aurora was so petite compared to Lorenzo. The height difference wasnât even cuteâheâd have to bend down just to talk to her, and that would be awkward, right? And they were complete opposites. Lorenzo was calm, reserved, always thinking before he spoke. Aurora was bubbly, spontaneous, the type of person who filled every room with laughter. Opposites attract, sure⌠but them?
You groaned and flopped back onto your bed, hands covering your face. "What would their ship name even be?" you muttered to yourself. "Aurozo? Lorora? No, that sounds terrible."
But then your mind wandered further, picking at the insecurities you hadnât let rise to the surface last night. Aurora was amazing, after all. She was sweet and smart, always knowing the right thing to say. She was prettyâokay, not just pretty, she was beautifulâand witty, always ready with a clever comeback. And then there was her personality, so warm and inviting that even the most standoffish people were drawn to her. She was perfect, really.
Too perfect.
You sat up and slapped your forehead, hard enough that the sound echoed in the empty room. âTalking to yourself now? Really?â you whisper-yelled, feeling the embarrassment creep up your neck. âThatâs a new low.â
You lay back down, arms draped over your eyes as you tried to push the thoughts away. But no matter how hard you tried to brush them off, the uncomfortable tightness in your chest refused to leave.
It didnât make sense.
Why did it bother you this much?
After classes that day, you were packing up your books when you spotted Aurora walking towards you, her usual bright smile lighting up her face. There was something different about her today thoughâsomething nervous and a bit fidgety. She stopped just in front of your desk, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers.
"Hey," she said softly, biting her lip as if she was about to ask something big.
You tilted your head, sensing her hesitance. "Hey, everything okay?"
She took a deep breath, then let it out in a rush. "Can you⌠set me up with Enzo?"
Her words felt like a punch in the gut, but you masked it with a cheerful smile. After all, what kind of friend would you be if you didn't help her? She liked himâreally liked him. And wasnât it your job to make sure your friends were happy?
âOf course,â you heard yourself say, even though the knot in your stomach tightened. âIâll help. Enzoâs great, and Iâm sure you two would⌠get along.â
Auroraâs face lit up instantly, and she clasped your hands in excitement. âThank you! I just⌠I didnât want to approach him out of nowhere. I figured since you guys are best friends, maybe you could, you know, talk me up?â
You nodded. âYeah, no problem. Iâll drop your name.â
For the next week, you became Auroraâs biggest advocate when it came to Enzo. You wove her into nearly every conversation the two of you had, even when he clearly tried to steer things elsewhere.
âDid you know Auroraâs favorite flowers are tulips?â you blurted one afternoon while the two of you were studying in the library. Lorenzo looked up from his notes, blinking in confusion.
âOh. No, I didnât.â
âYeah, sheâs got great taste. Sheâs really into plants in general, actually. Sheâs been thinking about starting a garden.â
Enzo raised an eyebrow, clearly not following your sudden shift in topic, but he nodded politely. âThatâs nice.â
You grinned, determined to keep the conversation going. âSheâs super thoughtful too. Last year, she handmade Christmas gifts for all her friends. You shouldâve seen the scarf she made me. Perfect colors.â
âMhm.â Lorenzo hummed, leaning closer to his parchment, probably thinking youâd drop it.
But you didnât.
The next day, when you met up with him for lunch, you brought her up again, like clockwork. âAuroraâs so smart. She absolutely aced her Potions essay the other day. I bet she could help you if youâre stuck on anything.â
âIâm actually doing okay in Potions,â he replied, glancing at you with a flicker of confusion. âBut thanks.â
âYou should ask her about it sometime though,â you continued, smiling brightly. âSheâs great at explaining things. I mean, Iâve learned so much just from talking with her.â
Lorenzo hesitated for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as though searching for something. âYouâve been talking about Aurora a lot lately.â
You shrugged, brushing it off. âSheâs amazing! You two would really get along if you gave it a chance.â
He didnât say anything, just gave a small nod and looked down at his plate, clearly wanting to change the topic. But the next time he showed even the smallest interest in anything you said about Aurora, you latched onto it.
During a conversation later that week, Lorenzo mentioned that tulips were actually nice flowers. That tiny comment was all it took for you to believe he was finally taking an interest in her.
âSee? I told you! You and Aurora have so much in common. Sheâd totally love to talk flowers with you.â
His eyes flickered with something, a mix of frustration and confusion, but he didnât argue. He nodded instead, a sigh escaping his lips. âYeah⌠maybe.â
You beamed, completely oblivious to his hesitation. âI knew it! Youâre going to be great together.â
For some reason, the idea of them getting closer felt like an itch you couldnât scratch, but you kept pushing through it. This was what you wanted, right? To see your best friends happy. So why did you feel like you were slowly unravelling the more you pushed them together?
You sat in the courtyard, absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of your robe. The cool autumn breeze swept through the trees, but you hardly noticed. Your mind was still preoccupied with everything Aurora had said, her excitement about Enzo, and how youâd promised to help set them up. But why did it feel so⌠wrong?
Aurora had stopped by just minutes ago, her face bright as she asked, "How's it going with Enzo?" You had forced a smile, nodding, âItâs going great,â before watching her bounce away, completely unaware of the growing knot in your stomach.
Moments later, Pansy dropped down next to you with a dramatic sigh, her usual smirk plastered across her face. "Why the long face, sunshine?" she asked, bumping your shoulder lightly.
You mumbled, "It's nothing," but Pansy wasnât one to be easily fooled.
She leaned closer, eyes narrowing suspiciously. âNothing? Or Miss Perfect just dropped by to say something stupid?â The nickname made you cringe, a flash of guilt creeping up. Aurora was your friend, and yet⌠every time Pansy called her that, it sparked an irritation you couldnât quite explain.
âShe was just asking about Enzo,â you muttered, hoping Pansy would let it drop.
âOh?â Pansy raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âWhat about him?â
You sighed, lowering your gaze to the ground as you mumbled, âShe wants me to set her up with him.â
There was a brief pause, and then suddenly Pansy burst out laughing. Like full-on, holding-her-stomach, canât-breathe laughing.
You blinked at her, bewildered. âWhatâs so funny?â
Pansy wiped a tear from her eye and shook her head, still chuckling. âThatâs so dumb. Aurora and Enzo? Together? Yeah, no. Thatâs never going to work.â
âWhy not?â you asked, though the question felt hollow. Part of you had already started wondering the same thing.
Pansy smirked, tilting her head at you as if you were missing something incredibly obvious. âEven in an alternate universe where that might happen, it wouldnât matter. Because Enzo likes you.â
Your brain screeched to a halt. You blinked, once, twice, before squeaking out, âEnzo what now?â
Pansy gave you a look that was part amused, part exasperated. âYou heard me. Enzo likes you.â
You stared at her, not quite believing your ears. âWhat do you mean Enzo likes me?â
With a dramatic sigh, Pansy leaned back, crossing her arms. âYou know, like when someone admires the other person and is practically whipped for them? That kind of like.â
âI know what like means, Pans,â you muttered, feeling your heart race. âBut Enzo doesnât like me.â
Pansy rolled her eyes. âAnd the sky isnât blue.â
You shook your head, still in denial. This had to be a joke, right? Lorenzo liking you? He couldnât. He never showed any signs. Or⌠had he? You suddenly thought back to the subtle momentsâhis lingering looks, the way he always seemed to be there when you needed him, the small touches, the quiet smiles. No, it couldnât be. Could it?
Suddenly, excitement bubbled up inside you. âWait, are you serious?â you asked, your voice rising with hope. âEnzo really likes me?â
Pansy raised an eyebrow. âYeah, obviously.â
You stood up, pacing as your mind raced. âBut I canât! What about Aurora?â
Pansy let out a loud groan, sitting up straighter. âWhat about Ravenclaw?â she asked, rolling her eyes again.
You stopped in your tracks, spinning to face her. âShe likes him, Pans. I canât justââ
âOh, please,â Pansy cut you off, waving her hand dismissively. âI just saw her flirting with some Hufflepuff a few minutes ago.â
You froze. âWhat?â
Pansy smirked, clearly enjoying your confusion. âYeah. So maybe she doesnât like him as much as you thought.â
Your heart was pounding as you made your way to the common room later that afternoon, determined to confront Enzo. You found him sitting with Theo, the two of them quietly talking. When you approached, both looked up, and Lorenzoâs eyes immediately softened at the sight of you.
Without hesitation, you blurted, âYou like me?â
Lorenzoâs eyes widened in surprise, then a slow smile spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair. âTook you long enough to notice.â
Theo snickered beside him, giving you a knowing look. âThat was so obvious,â he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
You stood there, frozen, as your brain tried to catch up with what was happening. Lorenzoâyour best friend, the person who had been with you through everythingâliked you. He had liked you this whole time, and you hadnât even noticed.
Lorenzo stood up, walking over to you. âI didnât want to push you,â he said softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. âI didnât want to make things weird between us. But yeah, I like you. A lot more than just friends.â
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you found yourself grinning despite the whirlwind of emotions spinning inside you. âI⌠I didnât know.â
He smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. âI figured,â he teased lightly, âbut I was okay waiting until you did.â
A soft laugh escaped your lips, and you shook your head in disbelief. âIâm an idiot, arenât I?â
Lorenzo chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth as he looked at you. âNot an idiot. Just a little oblivious.â
Before you could say anything else, Theo groaned loudly from his seat. âFinally. Do you know how long Iâve had to hear him talk about you? Itâs exhausting.â
You both laughed, and as you looked up at Lorenzo, everything just⌠clicked. You werenât sure why you hadnât noticed before, but now, standing in front of him, everything made sense.
ughh it took me so long to write but i did it!! my first enzo fic! hope you guys like it
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moonstruck
pairing:Â jj maybank x fem!reader
summary: who could have known that jj maybank would steal your first kiss beneath the stars, all to evade the pursuing police?
warnings: fluff, first kiss, no use of y/n, english isn't my first language
word count: 2.6k
a/n: a little fic to celebrate the release of obx4. after s3 idk if I'll watch s4, but you can give me your opinion about 5 new eps in the comments. have a nice time reading this work! love u <3
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THE NIGHT AIR WAS WARM, infused with the salty tang of the sea and the soothing rhythm of waves crashing against the shore. The gentle breeze rustled the palm fronds, creating a soft, whispering melody that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket. This tranquil evening was the only redeeming quality of your job at the cluttered antique store. After two long years, you still wondered how your boss managed to keep the place afloat, especially when half the customers left without buying anything. Those who did purchase something often bombarded you with endless questions that drained your patience, just like today.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders as your shift finally came to an end. All you wanted was to retreat to the solace of your home and hide beneath a warm blanket. It had been one of those daysâwhen customers were rude, the air conditioning was a distant memory, your legs ached from standing, and you smelled like a dust-covered relic.
After struggling to lock the front doorâan ancient key refusing to cooperate, as if it had been stuck since the Great Depressionâyou slung your bag over your shoulder and stepped out into the quiet streets of the Cut. The fresh sea air caressed your skin, invigorating your senses. You knew this town like the back of your hand, every crack in the pavement a familiar companion. The streetlights flickered overhead, bulbs long overdue for replacement, casting a dim glow that made the shadows dance around you. Though it wasnât the safest place, it was homeâa place where trouble always seemed to find you.
And one of them even had a name: JJ Maybank.
Like everyone in the Cut, you had heard countless stories about him and his adventures with the crew who proudly called themselves the Pogues. From the time you were kids, his reputation as a wild spirit with a devil-may-care attitude had preceded him. You remembered the laughter that echoed through the neighborhood as he and his friends roamed the sandy streets, always planning their next adventureâsneaking onto rooftops, racing bikes down the winding roads, and daring each other to dive into the ocean at dawn. JJ was the embodiment of carefree youth, with a reckless smile that could charm anyone and a spark in his eyes that promised trouble.
Despite sharing the same neighborhood, your worlds felt galaxies apart. While he thrived in the thrill of spontaneous adventures, you found comfort in the quiet corners of your life. You spent lazy afternoons lost in books, dreaming of places far beyond the horizon. As children, youâd played side by side in the warm sand, yet your paths seemed to diverge with the years. JJ was the star of wild tales and whispered legends, while you remained a quiet observer, forever intrigued yet hesitant to step into his whirlwind of chaos.
You never expected that your paths would cross, at least not like this â bound together by a single, reckless moment that would change everything.
As you stood there, savoring the rhythmic crash of waves against the sandy shore, the tranquil scene was suddenly pierced by the sound of heavy footsteps behind you â fast and uneven, as if someone were running. The street was mostly quiet, just a few couples strolling hand in hand, lost in the warmth of a summer evening. The sudden urgency in the air pulled your attention, stirring a sense of curiosity.
Before you could turn to see who it was, a hand grasped your wrist, spinning you around with a swift motion. Your heart leaped into your throat, eyes widening in shock. You instinctively clutched the worn fabric of a white T-shirt, struggling to steady yourself. Frowning in confusion, you looked up and met the cheeky blue eyes of the last person you expected to see.
It was him â JJ Maybank himself, breathless and frantic, the unmistakable spark of mischief dancing in his gaze. Even amid his panic, his blue eyes glinted with a familiar wildness, hinting at the reckless adventure he always seemed to be chasing. In that moment, the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you standing on the edge of the beach, the waves whispering secrets to the shore.
âHey there, my pretty little neighbor! Itâs a perfect evening for a walk, donât you think?â JJ chatted, his smile strained as he kept glancing back over his shoulder.
âJJ? What are you doingâ?â You barely had time to finish your question before he cut you off. His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by an uncharacteristic seriousness that sent a chill down your spine. His blue eyes scanned your face, searching for something.
âI need your help,â he said quickly, lowering his voice as the distant wail of sirens began to fill the air.
Your thoughts raced, but they tangled together in confusion. âWhat?â you whispered, still too stunned to process what was happening.
âThe cops are coming,â he said urgently, glancing around as if the shadows themselves might betray him. âI just⌠I need you to help me not get caught. Please.â
You blinked, trying to wrap your head around the situation. The sirens grew louder, and flashing lights danced around the corner, cutting through the evening calm. Panic swelled in your chest. What could you possibly do? You were not the type to get involved in this kind of chaos, especially not with someone like JJ, who always seemed to flirt with trouble.
You bit your lip, staring at him, your mind racing. You had no clue what JJ had done this time, but with all the rumors swirling about him, it could be serious. If the cops saw you with him, they might think you were involved, and the last thing you wanted was to be dragged into a police station to answer questions. All you wanted was to go home, wrap yourself in a cozy blanket, binge-watch your favorite show, and sip hot tea until sleep finally took you.
But time was running out. You needed a plan â and fast.
Then, a ridiculous idea flashed through your mind, inspired by that Marvel movie you had watched a few weeks ago. People tended to look away when they saw couples getting too⌠intimate. It was as if tenderness made them uncomfortable, a reminder of something personal they werenât meant to witness. Kisses, soft touches, the kind of closeness that drew attention away from everything else.
Oh, no. You swallowed hard, heart pounding. It was a risky move, but you didnât have the luxury of time to second-guess yourself.
Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed JJ by the collar and pulled him closer, pressing your lips to his.
It wasnât just any kiss; it was your first kiss, and you had no clue what you were doing. The warmth of his lips against yours sent a jolt through you, a thrilling rush that left you dizzy. His breath mingled with yours, soft and sweet, and for a heartbeat, everything else faded away. You thought about pulling back, a wave of embarrassment washing over you, but then you felt his hand cradling the back of your head, steadying you, keeping you from breaking the moment.
âWhoa,â you whispered, your heart racing. But before you could say anything else, JJ deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours with a playful insistence. You gasped, a surprised sound escaping your lips as your mind spun with confusion and exhilaration. You were lost in a whirlwind of sensations â your heart pounded wildly, and your hands found their way into his hair, fingers tugging gently at the tips.
Suddenly, your back hit something cold and hard. JJ pulled back slightly, both of you panting, gulping for air. His gaze swept over your face, a mixture of surprise and something unnameable flickering in his eyes. You opened your mouth, desperate to say something â anything â to justify your impulsive action, to apologize for crossing a line. The silence felt thick and awkward, stretching out between you like a taut string.
âUh, I didnâtââ you began, but before you could finish, JJâs hand cupped your cheek, his touch warm and grounding. He pulled you in again, kissing you once more, more fiercely this time.
Your cheeks burned, but it felt like your entire body was ablaze. Thoughts of right and wrong melted away, leaving only the intoxicating pleasure of his lips against yours. You couldnât help but think that everyone who claimed JJ Maybankâs kisses were magical had it all wrong. They werenât magical; they were raw and real, yet they lifted you high above the chaos of the world. Each kiss felt like a leap into the unknown, an escape where your soul soared and your heart raced.
Just as you lost yourself in the heat of it all, the wail of sirens pierced the air, cutting through the intimacy of the moment. Police cars rushed past, barely glancing in your direction, but the sudden noise jolted your heart back to reality.
The kiss lingered for a heartbeat longer before you pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, struggling to process what had just happened. JJ blinked, his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to say something, but the words failed to materialize, hanging in the air between you like unspoken secrets.
As reality settled back in, you dropped your hands, suddenly aware of just how close you had been. The warmth of the moment began to fade, replaced by a rush of embarrassment that flooded your cheeks. You cleared your throat, adjusting the bag that had slipped off your shoulder, the awkwardness of the situation weighing heavily on you.
âI... uh, saw it in the movies,â you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. The words tumbled out in a rush. âPeople donât like public affection, soâŚâ
JJ stared at you, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickering in his blue eyes. Then, to your shock, a slow grin spread across his face, playful and teasing. âDamn it,â he said, still trying to catch his breath, his voice light with laughter. âRemind me to ask you to save my ass more often, Bambi.â
You felt your cheeks ignite like they were on fire, and instinctively, you took a step back, craving a little more space. What had you just gotten yourself into? Your mind raced, blinking like a deer caught in headlights, unsure whether to crack a joke, tease him back, or just stand there in stunned silence.
JJ chuckled hoarsely, shaking his head as if he couldnât quite believe the turn of events. âYouâre something else, you know that?â
A nervous laugh escaped your lips, the tension hanging between you slowly beginning to ease, but the flutter in your stomach remained, leaving you wondering what this moment meant for both of you.
âDonât look at me like that with those beautiful big eyes of yours, or I might just fall for you right here and now,â he teased, flashing a wink that sent a rush of warmth to your cheeks.
You couldnât help but roll your eyes, though a shy smile crept onto your lips. âSeriously, JJ? Is this your idea of flirting? Because itâs kind of cheesy.â
âI know, right?â he laughed, the sound light and carefree. âBut it works, doesnât it? I mean, look at you! Iâd be an idiot not to try.â
His voice dropped, a playful seriousness creeping in as he leaned closer. âI think I owe you now,â he whispered, almost conspiratorially, his breath tickling your ear. His hand slid gently over your shoulder, and before you could react, he casually lifted your bag, throwing it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.
âHey! Thatâs my bag!â you protested, half-heartedly, your heart fluttering at his boldness.
âI know, but I donât like being beholden to beautiful girls like you,â he said, grinning like heâd just won a prize. âSo, as a thank you, Iâm walking you home. Wouldnât want anyone to steal you away.â
He winked again, laughter dancing in his blue eyes as he started to walk ahead, your bag bouncing lightly against his back. You stood frozen for a moment, still processing what just happened. His hair was tousled, the way it always was, and you wondered if your heart had raced like this before. Did you really make him flustered? Oh my God, was this really happening?
âAre you coming?â he called over his shoulder, pausing to give you that cheeky grin that made your stomach flip.
âUh, yeah, Iâm coming!â you managed to say, shaking yourself out of your daze. You hurried to catch up with him, your heart beating wildly, a mix of exhilaration and disbelief bubbling inside you. As you walked side by side, the sound of the waves crashing behind you and the warm breeze wrapping around you felt like a secret the universe was sharing.
The night air was alive with laughter and playful banter, the gentle rhythm of the waves providing a perfect soundtrack to your conversation. JJ animatedly recounted his latest adventures with the Pogues â like the time they snuck into the lighthouse for a midnight swim and ended up launching a misguided rescue mission for a beach ball. You hung on every word, entranced by his charisma, the warmth of his presence beside you igniting something within you.
âSeriously, though,â he said, glancing sideways, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, âthanks for helping me back there. Who knew a cute girl could be such a hero?â
You laughed, the sound bright in the night air. âI didnât have much of a choice. You practically swept me off my feet with that spinâŚâ
He chuckled, that familiar mischief dancing in his gaze. âWhat can I say? Iâve always been drawn to trouble. And now, I guess Iâm just moonstruck by you.â
With each step, the distance between you shrank, a connection sparking amid the chaos of the night. When you finally reached your porch, he paused, turning to face you, the glow of the moon illuminating his features in a way that made your heart race.
âI had an awesome time tonight,â he said, a hint of sincerity in his tone. âMaybe we should hang out again. You know, when Iâm not dodging cops or getting into trouble. How about a pizza or something?â
You chuckled, the sound light and bright. âDidnât know you treated all your life saviors to dinner. Whatâs next, a moonlit pizza date?â
JJ smirked, leaning in slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. âOnly the cute ones. Just imagine itâa night under the stars, with me serenading you about my crazy adventures. Sounds perfect, right?â
You couldnât help but smile, feeling your heart race at the thought. âYeah, maybe. But Iâm not sure if Iâm ready for your karaoke skills yet.â
He threw his head back and laughed, a sound that made your heart flutter. âOh, Iâll win you over. Youâll be begging for an encore.â
With a final grin, he stepped back, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment that felt electric. âCool. Iâll see you around then.â
As you watched him walk away, the night felt charged with promise, the moonlight casting a silvery glow that made everything seem magical. You stood on your porch, a soft whisper of excitement filling your heart, knowing that this was just the beginning of something wonderfully beautifulâsomething that had you feeling both moonstruck and hopeful for what lay ahead.
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Fierce Little One
(Part 5 of Cursed, Not Cute.)
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Tags: Dad Sukuna, Ryomen Sukuna, OC Child, Child Satoru Gojo, Child Suguru Geto, Lazy Day Stroll, Overall Fun Friendship Times, Protective Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, And Yes - He's an Asshole, Satoru Gojo is an Idiot, Angst, Sukuna's Daughter Has to Fight Toji, That Tells You Everything You Need to Know, Also There's A Tiger Spirit, She Spits Wisdom Daily, We Love Her
Word Count: 2,224 words
Summary: Now a teenager, Besu has another friend added to her arsenal. Suguru Geto. After a day of chatter and teasing each other, Gojo and Besu head home before curfew. They're not expecting a life-threatening roadblock on the way home.
Chapter 5: Fierce Little One
Besu giggled at Geto as he seemed completely unbothered by Gojoâs usual antics. While Gojo and Besu often fed from each othersâ chaotic energy, Geto acted as their emotional stabilizer. When Gojo first introduced Geto, Besu couldnât deny her concerns. As daughter of the Curse King, sheâd grown accustomed to being used as an advantageous pawn to get to her father.
Which meant she expected to be shouldered aside in favor of someone better than her.
Now? The three of them hung out all the time. Her father didnât seem fond of the idea that she was best friends with two boys, but even she noticed the small smile he had every time she rambled to him about their misadventures.
âSatoru, youâre too confident for your own good.â Geto sighed, shaking his head with some amusement.
âCâmooonn, Suguru! You know the three of us could take on anyone!â Gojo smirked and nudged Besu for backup. âWhat do you think, Besu?â
âI canât make a comment on this.â She chuckled. âIâm sure we could hold our own, but Iâd rather not tempt fate at the ripe age of thirteen.â
âYouâre no fun!â Gojo poked her cheek and she smacked his hand.
âWhile you may be pure chaos, Satoru, Besu actually has a logical head on her shoulders to balance out her chaotic behavior.â Geto said evenly.
âYeah, but if I had asked her without you around she would have agreed!â Gojo leaned his head on Besuâs shoulder with a dazzling simper on his lips. âWouldnât you, Besu?â
âSatoru, I am not fighting the world to satisfy your appetite for destruction.â Besu snorted, ruffling his hair to make him get off of her. âIf I was going to do that, Iâd have joined my fatherâs crusades across the country long before now.â
âWe can invite him, too!â Gojo taunted.
âIâm sure youâd have his blessing.â Geto added with a playful nudge.
âBut you surely wouldnât have mine.â Baekho rumbled, swirling into existence by Besuâs feet. âJust because you are capable of great destruction doesnât mean you should cause it.â
âParty pooper!â Gojo stage-whispered to Geto.
âArenât you supposed to be yin to the dragonâs yang? The most fearsome auspicious beast meant to cause wanton destruction?â Geto quirked a brow.
âJust because I am capable of great destruction does not mean I should cause it.â Baekho reiterated. âI am known to be a harbinger of death and destruction, but that does not mean it is all that I am. At my core, I am not unlike Besu here.â Besu felt peace in the coolness of her tigerâs cursed energy as Baekho rubbed her misty head against her hand.
âAre you saying we should fear Besu as we fear you?â
âBaekho isnât scary!â Besu frowned at Geto. âSheâs my friend!â
âI believe heâs talking of a different type of fear, Cub.â Baekho chuffed. âHe speaks of a fear that strikes awe into mensâ hearts. And to answer your question, young Suguru, yes. Though I am perhaps biased a bit in favor of my own cub. She has a ways to go, though, before she earns her stripes.â
âWhy do you call Besu your cub? Did you and her dad have a little too much fun in the spirit realm?â Gojo snickered.Â
âNo. I call Besu my cub just as I would call any of you my cubs. Though I am known for destruction at times, most of it has only ever been created in the thralls of my own protective nature for humanity. Iâm sure youâve also heard tales of my dedication to justice and morality.â
âSuguru!â A faint, female voice called as the group closed in on Getoâs house. âItâs almost past your curfew! Come on!âÂ
âThank you, Baekho, for your time and insight.â Geto gave her a little bow before giving his goodbyes and jogging the rest of the way home.
âUgh. Donât you ever get tired of defending the weak, though, Baekho?â Gojo pouted.
âIt is all a matter of perspective, young Satoru.â Baekho rumbled. âIf you only see people as a measure of weakness or strength, then youâve missed out on the most beautiful part of humanity. Youâve reduced everyone to nothing more than common beasts based on your own subjective ideals.â
âSubjective? Everyone knows what strength or weakness looks like!â
âYou know what it looks like to you, perhaps. And there is a communal view of strength and weakness for the majority, surely. But look at Besu. Do you think sheâs weak?âÂ
âOf course not! She was taught by the King of Curses and youâve attached your spirit to her.â Gojo scoffed. âWho would be dumb enough to call that weak?â
Besu shrunk a little and tilted her head down as they rounded another corner, making her miss a flash of black hair moving into the shadows as they walked.
âAnd yet Besu believes herself to be weak and unfit to be your friend. Mere physical strength is not the only measure of strength as a whole.â Baekhoâs ears twitched and she halted, eyes trained on the empty streets ahead. Her head tilted back to the alley behind them. âSometimes strength lies in being the weakest and still enduring every hit landed. Sometimes strength lies in being weak and knowing you need help. And sometimes,â Baekho bared her teeth as her eyes locked on the dark alley across from them. âStrength lies down an abandoned alleyway.â
Besu only had time to turn her head when a man flew from the alley, honed in on Gojo. Of course, he never made it past Baekho.
Instinctively, Besu shoved Gojo behind her, eyes locked on this strange man. Black hair. Scar on his lip. Oh no. Just like sheâd known Satoru Gojo upon her first glance, Besuâs father had warned her about Toji Fushiguro. While the Curse King might have no issue fighting such a man, Besu still had training and growing to do.
âWhat business do you have here?â Baekho snarled, teeth poised at Tojiâs throat.
âWhat do you mean? You have any idea how much money I could get for Satoru Gojoâs head alone? But to find out heâs hanging with the princess of curses, wellâŚâ He chuckled. âThat sounds like a two for one sale if I ever heard one.â
Besu witnessed Tojiâs strength first hand as he shoved Baekho away from him and went for Gojo first, who was running headlong into the fight with a grin.
âSatoru, donât!â Besu screamed, but her plea fell on deaf ears.
âI can take on this coward!â Gojo laughed, before time seemed to slow as Tojiâs fist connected with the infinity of his stomach and sent him flying back. âTry and fight me when you canât hit me!â
What are you doing, Cub? Get up! Fight! Baekho shouted in her mind, rallying on Toji as he moved with such speed he seemed to teleport.
Besu shook her head and her training took over. Fighting a foe as fast and strong as Toji was second-nature, but even so, she had yet to beat her father in a sparring match. The only advantage she seemed to have in this fight was a second pair of arms. Thereâs no way we get out of this alive. I need to warn my father. Rally your cursed energy while I hold him off! And Besu did. She focused on the pit of her stomach like her father taught her and moved it up, up, up to the top of her head.
WHACK! The wind was knocked out of her as Toji slammed his fist into her gut. It was nothing compared to her fatherâs dismantle or cleave, but it still dazed her.
âYou should know better than to walk unguarded, Princess.â Toji sneered.
Besu found her mind frozen even as she fought with Baekho in a seamless dance fitting a princess of curses. But everything stopped when Gojo leapt at Toji and she watched him pull out the Inverted Spear of Heaven. Where the hell did he get that?!
âYou might be fast and strong, but you still canât hit me!â Gojo laughed.
âStop, Gojo!â Besu leapt toward them with a scream.
Her heart stopped when the blade pierced Gojoâs chest and her friendâs eyes widened. When Gojo flopped to the ground in a bloody puddle, anger pooled in her gut as she flipped over Toji, ripping out a chunk of his hair and then grabbing Gojo before darting down the street.
I can hold him off for a little while, Cub, but you wonât be able to run the whole way! I have to get as close to Father as I can or Satoru will die! Terror and venom seeped through her bones with every breath. Her father would be able to heal Gojo. She might die getting him there, but sheâd be damned if she let her best friend die.
âHang on, Satoru. Donât die yet.â She whispered to her friend. âDad will save you. He has to.â
A block stood between Besu and her castle when she flew forward, using one pair of arms to catch herself and the other to shelter Gojo. Besu only had time to hide him behind a car before Toji zeroed in on her, pummeling her with blows not unlike her father during training. An innate, feral need to rip the man in front of her limb from limb caused her to grab him with a pair of hands and slam him into the nearest wall with the others.
And suddenly Besu couldnât move. She defended herself half-heartedly as doubts fluttered through her mind. How could she claim to be any different from her father if those dark urges for destruction eventually won over? Self-defense was one thing, but the desire for Tojiâs blood? Though her father subscribed to no such niceties like compassion or love, Besu broke the mold and couldnât fathom a world without it.Â
Baekho roared in Besuâs mind, leaping in to hold off Toji again, the color of her spirit now a crimson red in her rage. Baekho, I have to save Satoru, but I canât be like my father! I donât want to be fueled by his appetite for destruction! I canât fight Toji! Then you have condemned young Satoru to death! Besuâs lip quivered as she looked at Satoruâs body behind the car, tears mingling with her own sweat and blood at the thought of him dying. Meanwhile, Baekho fought for her relentlessly in a way she felt she didnât deserve. If you stand there and do nothing, he will die. If you stand there and forsake your training, you will both die! But how can I say Iâm devoted to peace when I have to stoop to such lows to reach it? What you speak of is not peace. You speak of being harmless! A true pacifist is capable of great destruction and chooses peace. Toji struggled under Baekho and a pained roar came from her as he freed his right side. Still she persevered. But if you do not fight right now you are not promoting harmony or helpfulnessâŚyou are promoting harmlessness. And you, Little One, are far from harmless.
One final look at Satoru, and Besu noticed his head was tilted up. Glistening blue eyes pleaded with her. Help. His mouth didnât move, but she could swear she heard the plea uttered from his very soul.
When the angry fire rekindled in Besuâs veins, Baekho turned a different shade: purple. And suddenly Besu felt unstoppable as she turned offensive with her tiger companion. Her speed doubled and, while Toji still matched her enough to block every hit, she could tell he hadnât been expecting the barrage of assaults between the two of them.
We have to end this quickly for Satoru. I donât know how much longer heâll live! Then letâs finish him. Use the technique your father taught you. And though Besu had never executed a dismantle or cleave successfully, she let instincts take over as she dodged a swing of Tojiâs sword and swiped two of her fingers in front of her, aiming for Tojiâs throat.
When she felt the technique hit but Toji still landed with a grin, Besu stopped breathing. Real fear clawed into her throat as she wondered what her death might mean for the already doomed fate of Japan.
But her shoulders slumped with relief when Tojiâs smiling head fell off his shoulders with a thud, and the rest of his mangled body plopped forward. She dashed over to Satoru and cradled him in her arms again, ignoring the burning pain saturating her every limb. Gojo remained her only concern.
âFATHER!â She yelled through the mansion as soon as she stepped in, only able to make it through the threshold before her body gave out on her.
Blood soaked the entry rug when her fatherâs face came into view.Â
âWhat are youâBesu?â Annoyance gave way to alarm as Sukuna flashed to her side. âWhat the hell happened?!âÂ
âToji.â It was the only explanation she needed to give for now, especially as exhaustion claimed her. After she set Gojoâs limp body in front of him, a sob tore from her chest. âDadâŚplease donât let Satoru die.â
 Her body didnât wait for his answer as the world turned black.
Continue Reading -> Ch. 6
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little dreamer âĄ
contents: fluffy stuff, a little bit a children mentioned characters: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima (separate) authors note: hello (âĽďšâĽ) very sorry for being inactive recently!! my mother's ex boyfriend is in jail for attempted homocide and ive been helping her get it together since then ( not even kidding ) so therefore here is a hello present from me as an apology âĄÂ´ď˝Ľá´ď˝Ľ`âĄ
Husband Katsuki, who sits with you on the porch swing in the late afternoon, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows across the yard. The scent of jasmine fills the air, mingling with the sound of distant laughter from children playing nearby. He wraps a cozy blanket around your shoulders, pulling you close as the evening chill begins to set in. You sip on hot cocoa, marshmallows melting into sweet swirls, and talk about the little moments that made your day special. His arm around you feels like the safest place in the world, and as the first stars begin to appear in the twilight sky, he softly hums a tune that makes you feel like youâre the only two people in the universe.
Husband Izuku, who wakes you gently on lazy Sunday mornings with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of birds singing outside your window. He brings you breakfast in bed, a tray laden with your favorite pastries, fruits, and a delicate vase holding a single rose. As you share bites of buttery croissant and sip on coffee, you talk about dreams you had the night before and make plans for the day ahead. His fingers trace patterns on your arm as he listens, his eyes full of a love that makes you feel cherished and safe. Later, you both linger in bed, wrapped in the warmth of the morning sun and each otherâs embrace, content to let the world outside fade away.
Husband Shouto, who takes you on evening walks along the beach, where the sky blazes with the colors of the setting sun, painting the waves with hues of orange and pink. As you stroll hand in hand, you collect smooth pebbles and seashells, giggling like children whenever you find a particularly beautiful one. You sit together on the sand, watching as the stars begin to twinkle into existence, and he wraps a blanket around your shoulders to keep you warm. His voice is soft and tender as he whispers stories of your future, of a house by the sea and children who run along the shore, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves. You lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart and the promise of a lifetime of such evenings together.
Husband Denki, who plans a cozy movie night at home, the living room transformed into a haven of comfort with soft pillows and warm blankets scattered everywhere. He dims the lights and lights a few scented candles, their flickering flames casting a soft glow. You snuggle together on the couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn and exchanging quiet laughter over inside jokes. As the movie plays, he holds you close, his fingers gently stroking your hair. The outside world fades away, leaving just the two of you in this perfect moment. When the credits roll, you find yourselves talking late into the night, about anything and everything, his voice a soothing melody that lulls you into a peaceful sleep, your head resting on his shoulder.
Husband Eijirou, who dances with you in the living room, the only light coming from the flickering flames in the fireplace, casting a golden glow over everything. The soft strains of a love song fill the room, and he holds you close, your feet moving in a slow, gentle rhythm. His hand rests on the small of your back, and you feel the warmth of his touch seep through your clothes. As the song ends, he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with a tenderness that makes your heart ache with love. He presses a kiss to your forehead, murmuring words of devotion, and you know in that moment that this is where you belongâdancing in his arms, forever and always.
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Plot: Y/N lives a life of luxury, lounging by the pool in her mansion, completely at ease. But when her sisterâs best friend, Karina, shows up, everything changes. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act like the perfect spoiled princess, she finds herself struggling with feelings she doesnât want to admit.
Warnings: no, fluff, lowkey angst, y/ns a bitch lowkey
wc/rq: 7.5 k words/no, i was just watching clueless again Notes: guys pls teach me ho tochange the colour of the text in tumblr also this took me FIVE DAYS OMG
itâs another perfect day as you lounge around your mansion, wellâŚ. your dads but whatever, and youâre in your element. lounging by the pool is practically a full-time job for you, and honestly? no one does it better. your designer sunglasses sit perched on your nose, your iced drink sits on the little table next to you, condensation sliding down the glass, while your phone is buzzing nonstop with notifications. friends asking about plans, people wanting your attentionâitâs exhausting, really. but you couldnât care less at the moment. the world is yours, and youâre revelling in it.
you stretch out on your lounger, flipping through your phone without much interest, skimming texts, and rolling your eyes at half of them. you donât feel like replying. itâs one of those lazy afternoons where you can just exist in your little bubble, and everything is going your way.
until you hear her voice.
karina.
the sound of her laughing from inside the house catches you completely off guard, and suddenly your perfect little world feels a bit too small. her voice cuts through the air, light and casual, like she owns the placeâand you already know sheâs probably leaning against the kitchen counter, looking effortlessly cool, as she does.Â
god, sheâs so irritating.
you sit up a bit, tugging your sunglasses down your nose, the slightest frown creasing your brow. you try to ignore the flutter in your chest, that annoying little skip your heart does whenever you know sheâs nearby. itâs stupid, really. sheâs your sisterâs best friend. sheâs here for her, not for you. but for some reason, your body never seems to get that memo.Â
you roll your eyes at yourself, huffing as you grab your phone again, pretending to be engrossed in something important. but itâs useless. you scroll without really looking, your mind racing ahead of itself. the thought of karina, her presence this close, makes your skin tingle in the most frustrating way. itâs like she invades your space, even when sheâs not physically next to you.
snap out of it, y/n, you think, shaking your head. but the momentâs already ruined, and lounging by the pool doesnât feel as serene as it did five minutes ago.Â
you sigh dramatically, slipping your sunglasses back up and fixing your hair, running your fingers through it like youâre preparing for battle. because, honestly, thatâs what it feels like whenever karinaâs aroundâa constant need to look your best, act your best, even though sheâs never actually paying attention to you. at least, not in the way you wish she would.
so you push yourself up, deciding itâs better to face whatever weird feelings are bubbling up rather than sitting here, stewing in your own frustration. you stand and slip on your sandals, adjusting your swimsuit just soâbecause even if youâre annoyed, youâre still going to look flawless. thatâs just who you are.
as you stroll into the house, your head held high, your heartâs racing, but you force yourself to look as unbothered as possible. you walk with purpose, sunglasses still on, acting like nothing could possibly faze you.
and then you see her.
karinaâs leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, her black cropped top showing just enough of her toned waist to make your throat go dry. her jeans hug her in all the right places, and her dark hair falls effortlessly over her shoulders, making her look like she just stepped out of a photoshoot without even trying. of course she looks that good. she always does.
and whatâs worse? sheâs laughing at something your sister just said, completely relaxed, as if the world hasnât just tilted on its axis now that youâve entered the room. ugh.
you can feel your stomach flip, but you swallow it down, refusing to let it show. you are y/n, after all. youâre always in control.
"y/n, finally. weâre going shopping," your sister, ningning announces, not even bothering to look up from her phone. she says it like itâs the most natural thing in the world, as if she hasnât dragged you along on three separate shopping trips already this week.
you roll your eyes dramatically, making sure everyone in the room feels it. shopping? again? itâs like your sister has no sense of boundaries, always assuming youâll drop everything to go out with her. you love her, obviously, but sometimes she just doesnât get it.Â
"ugh, shopping? again?" you groan, exaggerating every syllable. you throw yourself into your usual bratty mode because itâs easy, itâs safe. and more than thatâitâs your way of keeping karina at armâs length. you know if you act like a spoiled little princess, you can keep the attention off how much she messes with your head.
karina glances at you, and you can feel her eyes on you before you even meet them. when you finally do, sheâs got that smile on her lipsâthat tiny, knowing smile that drives you insane. like she can see right through you. like she knows exactly why youâre acting this way.Â
god, sheâs so frustrating.
"youâre coming whether you like it or not," your sister chirps, still absorbed in whatever text sheâs typing, oblivious to the tension bubbling under the surface.
you huff, flipping your hair over your shoulder with a sharp toss. "fine. but we better not spend all day in some tacky boutique."
you strut past karina, making sure to give her the cold shoulder as you do, acting like her presence doesnât bother you in the slightest. like the fact that youâll be stuck with her for the next few hours isnât making your brain short-circuit. you feel her eyes linger on you as you walk away, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to turn around and meet them again.Â
you know what sheâs thinkingâthat youâre being a brat, like usual. that youâre throwing a tantrum because things arenât going your way. and maybe sheâs right.
the drive to the shops feels like it drags on forever, but you manage to keep your cool. youâre in the backseat, legs crossed, uour white crop top hugs you perfectly, and your leather skirt shows just enough skin to catch attention without begging for it. it's the kind of look that makes you feel in control, like the world bends to you.
your phone buzzes again, and you glance at it with a small smile. some boy you barely care about has been texting you for days, throwing compliments like theyâre going out of style. heâs sweet, but heâs not whoâs really on your mind. youâre only half paying attention to the conversation, lazily scrolling through his messages, while your eyes flick towards the front of the car.
karinaâs sitting there, chatting with your sister, her voice low and calm, like she has all the time in the world. she laughs at something your sister says, and itâs the kind of laugh that makes your heart skip for a momentâannoyingly effortless, just like the rest of her. her dark hair is pulled back, showing off that ridiculously sharp jawline, and sheâs dressed in this casual, almost too-perfect outfit that only adds to her coolness. you hate how much it affects you, but youâd never show it.
instead, you lean back, subtly watching her from behind your sunglasses, acting like youâre completely disinterested. every now and then, you catch her looking at you through the rear-view mirror, her gaze flickering over you just long enough for you to notice. sheâs not obvious about it, but you know. sheâs watching you, and it sends a little thrill through your veins, though youâd never admit that either.
as the car slows to a stop at the shopping centre, you apply a quick swipe of lip gloss, making sure your lips are shiny and perfect. you donât even look at karina when you do it, but you know sheâs paying attention. her gaze lingers again, longer this time, before she quickly looks away, focusing back on whatever your sister is babbling about.
you step out of the car with a smooth, practised ease, swinging your small designer bag over your shoulder as your sister immediately grabs your arm and pulls you into the first boutique she sees. you roll your eyes, but follow her, because itâs easier than making a fuss.
inside the shop, your sister flits around like a kid in a candy store, grabbing clothes left and right, already talking a mile a minute about some guy sheâs obsessed with. youâre only half listening, the same way you do with the boy whoâs been texting you. instead, your attention keeps drifting back to karina, whoâs moving between racks with her usual calm and collected grace.
you canât help but watch her, even when you pretend youâre not. everything about her is so annoyingly perfect. you find yourself bristling at it, at how unbothered she looks, while youâre stuck in your head, trying not to let her get to you.
as if on autopilot, you grab a bright pink dress from a nearby rack and hold it up, not even thinking about it. itâs not your style at allâtoo loud, too flashy, too... obvious. but youâre not really shopping for yourself at this moment. youâre trying to pull karinaâs focus, to force her to engage with you, to get her to stop being so damn aloof.
"what do you think of this?" you ask, holding the dress up in front of her, your tone casual, like you couldnât care less what she says. but your heart is already beating a little faster, and you hate that she has this effect on you.Â
karina looks up, her eyes flicking to the dress, then to you. she takes a moment, her lips curling into a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk. "itâs cute," she says with that maddening calmness. "but... i think youâd look better in something less... obvious."
you blink, momentarily thrown off. "less obvious?" you scoff, tossing the dress back on the rack with a little more force than necessary. "i think i know what works for me."
"iâm sure you do," karina replies, moving to the next rack like your little outburst didnât even faze her. sheâs so damn unbothered, and itâs infuriating.Â
you huff, crossing your arms, watching as she walks ahead. sheâs already browsing something else, her attention completely shifted away from you, leaving you stewing in your own frustration. who does she think she is, telling you what looks good on you? itâs not like sheâs some kind of fashion expert. sheâs just... karina. your sisterâs best friend. and yet, here you are, letting her opinion mess with your head.Â
deep down, you know youâre overreacting. itâs not really about the dress. itâs about how karina makes you feel, like sheâs always two steps ahead, always so calm and cool, while youâre over here, constantly putting on a show. and the worst part? you care what she thinks. way too much.Â
you glance at her again, catching the way she moves, so confident, so sure of herself. and for just a moment, you wish you could be that unbothered. but then, you shake the thought away, smoothing down your outfit as if itâll somehow fix the mess in your head.
"ugh, whatever," you mutter under your breath, striding past her like youâre completely over it. but even as you move to the next rack, you can feel her eyes on you, and it makes your heart race all over again.
you move to the next rack, pretending to focus on a row of dresses that all blur together in your head. your sister is off somewhere, chattering away to some salesgirl, and youâre left alone in this silent tension with karina. you know sheâs watching you, even if sheâs not making it obvious. but you refuse to give her the satisfaction of looking back. not yet.
after a few more minutes of awkward browsing, your sister finally appears, holding up two completely over-the-top outfits. âwhich one do you think i should get? i have a party this weekend, and i need to look amazing,â she says, thrusting the clothes at you and karina for judgement.
you raise an eyebrow, barely glancing at the dresses. âdoes it really matter? youâll look fine in anything,â you say, a little dismissively, still annoyed at the whole situation.Â
karina, on the other hand, takes the time to actually consider the options, glancing from one dress to the other with her signature calm. âi like the red one. itâs bold,â she says, giving your sister a genuine smile.
and just like that, your sister beams at karina, completely smitten with her opinion. âugh, i knew youâd get it!â she squeals, already grabbing the red dress and skipping off to try it on, leaving the two of you alone again.
you roll your eyes at the whole interaction, crossing your arms as you turn back to the rack. âshe acts like sheâs going to prom or something. itâs just a party,â you mutter, but thereâs no real bite in your voice. youâre more distracted by how casual karina is, how her attention shifts so easily from one thing to the next, while youâre stuck here, hyper aware of every little thing she does.
and then, out of nowhere, sheâs beside you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her presence. âyou didnât answer me earlier,â she says softly, her voice low enough that it makes your skin tingle.Â
you glance up at her, confused. âabout what?â
âabout why youâre really upset. itâs not the shopping, is it?â she asks, tilting her head slightly, studying your face with those dark eyes that seem to see through you.
your stomach flips, and for a second, you canât think of anything to say. because sheâs right. itâs not the shopping. itâs not even the dress. itâs... her. the way she gets under your skin, the way she knows how to push your buttons without even trying.
you bristle, putting up your usual front. âiâm not upset,â you say, but your voice wavers slightly. âand iâm definitely not interested in whatever psychoanalysis youâre trying to pull.â
karinaâs lips curl into that infuriating smirk again, like she knows you better than you know yourself. âsure, y/n. whatever you say.â
and with that, she steps away, her attention shifting back to the clothes, leaving you standing there, heart racing, your mind spinning. you hate how easily she can mess with you. how, with just a few words, she can throw your whole mood off balance.
you let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing a random dress from the rack and heading toward the fitting rooms. you need a minute to collect yourself, to get away from karinaâs stupidly perfect calmness, and figure out why sheâs making you feel so rattled.
but as you walk away, you can feel her eyes on you again. watching, waiting. and it only makes your pulse quicken even more.
as you step out of the fitting room, tugging at the hem of the shirt you just tried on, your sister's voice cuts through the air. âyou should just tell her how you feel, y/n!â
your eyes widen, and you freeze on the spot, glaring at your sister as if that would make her shut up. she says it so casually, like itâs no big deal, but your heart is practically pounding out of your chest. what the hell is she thinking, dropping that in front of karina?
you sneak a glance at karina, whoâs standing a few feet away, arms crossed over her chest. sheâs leaning against the wall, her black leather jacket making her look effortlessly cool as usual. her expression doesnât give much away, but thereâs a small quirk of her eyebrow that tells you sheâs definitely heard what your sister just said.
âwhat the hell are you talking about?â you snap, rolling your eyes and giving your sister a hard shove. âyou sound ridiculous.â
your sister just shrugs, clearly not picking up on the tension between you and karina. âiâm just saying! itâs obvious.â
you scoff, crossing your arms and glancing at karina again, trying to read her. her jaw is clenched, and sheâs staring right at you, not saying a word, but that stupid smirk she always has is creeping up.
âletâs just go. iâm hungry,â you mutter, eager to change the subject. you brush past your sister and head toward the exit, not even waiting for karina to follow. but of course, she does, her boots thudding against the floor behind you.
outside the store, you try to ignore how close sheâs walking next to you, her presence making you feel both irritated and flustered at the same time. why does she have to be so... calm? like she knows something you donât.
âyouâre acting real bratty today,â karina finally says, her deep voice low, like sheâs amused by your attitude.
you stop in your tracks and glare at her. âiâm not acting bratty. iâm just not in the mood for this,â you snap back, refusing to let her get under your skin any more than she already has.
karinaâs smirk grows wider, and she steps closer, towering over you just enough to make your breath catch. she reaches out and flicks your forehead lightly, like sheâs teasing you. âsure, whatever you say, princess.â
your cheeks flush with both embarrassment and frustration. âdonât call me that,â you mutter, though your voice lacks the bite you want it to have.
karina just chuckles, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets as she keeps walking, clearly unfazed by your attitude. you bite your lip, feeling even more annoyed that sheâs so good at getting a reaction out of you.
by the time you all pile into the car to head home, the tension between you and karina is palpable. you slide into the backseat, crossing your arms and staring out the window, pretending like youâre not bothered by her.
but every now and then, you catch her eyes flicking to you through the rearview mirror. she doesnât say anything, but you can feel her watching you, and it drives you insane.
later that day, while you're lounging on your bed, phone in hand, you scroll through your social media feed without much thought, until a particular post makes you stop. it's from the new girl at schoolâa blonde who's been turning heads since she arrived. what catches your eye, though, is the company sheâs keeping. in a series of photos, sheâs with karina. they're both laughing, standing way too close, and sharing what looks like an inside joke. karinaâs usual cool demeanour is softened, and it rubs you the wrong way.Â
your stomach churns as you swipe through more pictures. the blonde has tagged karina in a couple of them. in one, their shoulders are pressed together, and in another, karinaâs hand is casually resting on the back of her chair, almost possessively. the knot in your chest tightens, and you toss your phone aside, sitting up as if that will shake the irritation building inside you.
why does she look so comfortable around her? you wonder, pacing your room as your thoughts spiral. you try to brush it offâkarinaâs popular, after all, people gravitate towards her. but this feels different. the thought of this girl spending more time with her than you makes your chest ache in a way that catches you off guard. you hate that it's bothering you this much. i donât even care that much... right? but deep down, you know thatâs a lie.
the next day at school, the nagging jealousy follows you around like a shadow. during lunch, you find yourself sitting across from karina, your eyes scanning her face as she casually eats, scrolling through her phone like nothing's on her mind. but itâs all you can think about.
you take a deep breath, trying to sound casual as you speak up. âso⌠whoâs that new girl? the blonde.â you fiddle with the fork in your hand, poking at your food without really eating.
karina glances up from her phone, raising an eyebrow. ânew girl?â she echoes, almost like sheâs oblivious. sheâs toying with you. you know she remembers.
you clear your throat, trying to sound nonchalant as you add, âyou two seemed pretty chummy on her post.â
karinaâs lips curl into a small, amused smirk. âoh, her? sheâs in my biology class. we worked on a project together. no big deal.â
âno big deal?â you echo, feigning indifference, but you canât stop the edge from creeping into your voice. âshe seems pretty into you.â
karinaâs smirk only grows. âwhat? are you jealous?â
you scoff, rolling your eyes as you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. âme? jealous? please. i just thought it was interesting, thatâs all.â
karina sets her phone down and leans in closer, resting her elbows on the table, her gaze never leaving yours. âyouâre cute when youâre jealous, y/n.â
your cheeks flush instantly at her words, but you refuse to let her see how much sheâs getting to you. âiâm not jealous,â you grumble, though even you can tell it sounds unconvincing. âi just donât like the idea of you being so... friendly with random girls.â
karina tilts her head, her gaze softening slightly. ârandom girls? sheâs just a friend, y/n. we worked on a project together, nothing more.â she sounds sincere, but her playful smirk never fully disappears. itâs like sheâs reveling in how worked up youâre getting.
âyeah, well,â you mutter, playing with the edge of your sleeve, âshe looked pretty cozy for âjust a friend.ââ
karina leans even closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. âyou know,â she says, eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again, âif you want my attention, all you have to do is ask.â
your breath catches in your throat. youâre not used to karina being this direct. sheâs always been confident, sure, but thisâthis teasing, almost predatory energyâis making your heart race in a way you werenât prepared for.
âwho said i wanted your attention?â you try to snap back, but your voice is quieter, weaker, and you can tell karinaâs picking up on it.
karina leans back, her smirk widening as if sheâs won some silent battle. âoh, trust me, y/n. i can tell.â
you huff, crossing your arms tighter over your chest, but you donât argue further. the truth is, you *do* want her attentionâhave wanted it for a while now. but admitting that feels too much like giving her the upper hand, and youâre not about to hand that over so easily.
karina watches you for a moment, her eyes twinkling with amusement. she knows exactly how to push your buttons, and sheâs enjoying every second of it. âdonât worry,â she says, voice softer but still teasing. âyou donât have to be jealous of anyone else. iâm not going anywhere.â
you bite your lip, trying to keep the blush from creeping up your neck. âiâm not jealous,â you insist, but even you can hear how weak it sounds now.
karina just chuckles, shaking her head as she goes back to her phone, but not before giving you a knowing look that makes your heart skip a beat.Â
âsure, y/n,â she murmurs. âsure.â
the sound of the door dings again, the cheery chime contrasting sharply with the heavy sigh you canât help but let escape your lips as you settle back into your chair, stirring your iced latte without any real interest. the hum of the coffee shop, alive with the chatter of customers and the clinking of dishes, fades into a dull background noise as your attention drifts elsewhere. your sister, ningning, somehow managed to drag you into this little outing with her friendsâdefinitely not the most thrilling way to spend your weekend. sure, the place is cute enough, but after an hour of listening to them ramble on about the latest trends and drama, you feel like you might just slip into a coma.
âthanks again for dragging me here, ning,â you mutter under your breath, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. âreally doing wonders for my social calendar.â
ningning, ever the optimist, just rolls her eyes playfully, busy laughing with her friends as they chat animatedly about something you couldnât care less about. you zone out, drumming your fingers against the table as the door dings again, signalling yet another group of people entering.Â
your gaze drifts lazily across the table to where karina is sitting, completely engrossed in conversation with the new girlâsome blonde transfer student whoâs been soaking up attention like itâs her job since she showed up. karina, for her part, seems to be enjoying it far too much. she leans in a little closer, her expression relaxed, laughing at something the blonde said.Â
you canât stop the eye roll that follows. typical.Â
karinaâs never like this around you, but here she is, laughing like sheâs never had more fun in her life. you shift in your seat, your annoyance simmering as you watch the two of them. theyâre sitting just a little too close, and karinaâs smile is just a little too bright. you tap your fingers impatiently on the table, waiting for the conversation to shift back to something even remotely interesting, but no one else seems to notice the elephant in the roomâyou.
with every joke exchanged between them, your patience wears thinner, until you just canât hold back anymore. the sarcasm slips out before you can stop yourself.Â
âwow, karina,â you say, your voice dripping with faux enthusiasm. âyou and your new bestie seem to be having such a great time. should we give you two some space? maybe youâd prefer to continue this riveting conversation alone?â
the table falls silent instantly. ningningâs eyes widen, and the other girls glance at each other awkwardly, unsure of how to react. karina, though, barely blinks. she turns her head toward you, raising an eyebrow, and the corner of her lips twitch as if sheâs more amused than annoyed.
âwhatâs your deal?â she asks, her tone as casual as ever, like your little outburst barely registered. she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms as if to match your stance.
âmy deal?â you echo, letting out a scoff as you lean forward, resting your chin in your hand. âoh, nothing. just admiring how fast you make friends. must be nice, really.â
karinaâs eyes flicker with amusement as she glances between you and the blonde, whoâs now awkwardly fiddling with her coffee cup. âoh, come on, y/n,â she says, her voice smooth, almost teasing. âare you really that bothered?â
you tilt your head, giving her a saccharine smile that doesnât reach your eyes. âbothered? no, not at all. just enjoying the show.â you gesture loosely to the two of them, adding, âitâs like a cute little rom-com, right in front of me. really, Iâm thrilled for you.â
karina narrows her eyes, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips. âyouâre jealous,â she states plainly, not a questionâmore like sheâs calling you out, the way she always does. and it infuriates you.
you scoff again, louder this time, and toss your hair over your shoulder with dramatic flair. âme? jealous? of that?â you glance at the blonde, whoâs now clearly uncomfortable but doing her best to pretend sheâs not. âplease. I just think itâs cute, thatâs all. watching you two pretend youâre starring in some hallmark movie.â
karina just chuckles, leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table as she fixes you with an infuriatingly calm stare. âyeah? well, from where Iâm sitting, it sounds like youâre the one starring in a soap opera. all that drama for nothing, y/n.â
you roll your eyes, pushing your chair back slightly, but you canât help the way your heart races as karinaâs gaze stays locked on yours. sheâs always been able to get under your skin, and you hate it. hate how she can stay so calm and collected while youâre practically fuming.
âright. because you know me so well,â you fire back, crossing your arms again, this time more defensively.
karina shrugs, that lazy smirk still on her lips. âi do know you,â she says, her tone annoyingly confident. âbetter than you think.â
you bite the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to snap again. you donât want to give her the satisfaction of knowing sheâs right. the truth is, you are jealous. but admitting that would feel like handing her a win, and youâre not about to do that.
before you can come up with a witty retort, karina glances over at the blonde, whoâs now pretending to check her phone. âlook, y/n, weâre just talking. itâs really not that deep.â
âright,â you say, drawing out the word. âjust talking. and all that laughing and flirting? just casual, right?â
karina chuckles, shaking her head slightly. âflirting? really, y/n?â she leans forward a little more, her voice dropping, making your pulse quicken. âif i wanted to flirt, youâd know it.â
you freeze, your breath catching in your throat as her words hang in the air between you. sheâs toying with you, and you hate how easily she can make your heart skip a beat.Â
âoh, please,â you finally manage, but your voice is a little quieter now, a little less confident. âyouâre full of it.â
karinaâs smirk only widens. âmaybe,â she admits, leaning back in her chair, looking way too pleased with herself. âbut itâs fun watching you get all worked up.â
you open your mouth to fire back, but nothing comes out. youâre too caught off guard by how effortlessly sheâs turned the tables on you.
arriving back at the estate, you rush off the jeep, leaving ningning in the driverâs seat, and stomp towards your room, heart thudding in your chest. your heels click angrily against the marble floor, and the second you reach your bedroom, you throw yourself onto the bed, burying your face in the plush pillows. a muffled scream escapes your lips as you let out all the pent-up frustration.
how dare she? how could karina just... dismiss your feelings like that, in front of everyone, no less? itâs not like you even wanted her attention in the first placeâat least, thatâs what youâve been telling yourself all this time. but seeing her with the blonde girl, laughing and leaning in like that, had struck a nerve you didnât know was so raw.
you flip over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling as you replay the entire cafĂŠ scene over in your head. "if i wanted to flirt, youâd know it." you mocked the girl in a baby voice
god, why did she have to say that? why did she have to be so smug about it? itâs infuriating how easily she gets under your skin, how she knows exactly which buttons to press.
staring at the ceiling, replaying the day in your head like a bad movie. karina had been laughing, smiling, totally caught up in her conversation with the blondeâleaning in, listening like whatever that girl had to say was the most interesting thing in the world. it was infuriating.Â
she never paid attention to you like that. at least, not lately.
you grab a pillow and smother your face with it, trying to block out the feelings that have been gnawing at you ever since you stormed off and practically slammed your bedroom door behind you. karina had a way of getting under your skin, but today? today, it had hit differently. you werenât just annoyedâyou were jealous. though admitting that, even to yourself, felt like swallowing glass.
your phone buzzes on your nightstand, and for a moment, you think about ignoring it. probably just ningning wondering where you went off to, or one of her friends in the group chat. but something nags at you, and before you can stop yourself, you reach for it.
karinaâs name lights up your screen.
karina: open the door. iâm outside.
your heart skips a beat. you scramble out of bed, peeking through the curtains, and there she is. leaning against her car, hands shoved in her pockets, looking like she just stepped out of some cheesy rom-com.
you hesitate for a second, debating whether to leave her out there or actually let her in. your stubborn side screams to make her wait, but you know you canât. not when sheâs standing there like that, looking all casual and unbothered, the way she always does.Â
with a huff, you stomp downstairs and swing open the door, crossing your arms defensively. âwhat are you doing here?â
karina glances up, her cool gaze locking onto yours as she pushes off the car and steps closer, hands still buried in her jacket pockets. âwe need to talk.â
âtalk about what? you had plenty to say earlier with your new bestie,â you snap, immediately feeling childish, but unable to stop yourself.
karina doesnât flinch. instead, she steps up onto the porch, her tall frame making her presence even more commanding. ây/n, cut the crap. youâve been acting weird all day. iâm not leaving until you tell me whatâs going on.â
ânothingâs going on,â you lie, turning your back to her, but you donât close the door. âi just donât want to deal with it.â
âdeal with what?â she presses, her voice dropping lower, firmer, in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. âyou were practically fuming back there. donât act like everythingâs fine.â
you bite your lip, annoyed that she can see through you so easily. âi said itâs nothing, karina. youâre making it a bigger deal than it is.â
ây/n, stop,â she says, her tone now leaving no room for argument. she steps inside, her boots making soft thuds on the hardwood as she closes the door behind her. âtell me whatâs really going on.â
you glare at her, your defences still up, but you canât help feeling cornered. her calm, unwavering stare makes your heart race, and you hate how easily she can unsettle you.Â
âfine,â you snap, folding your arms tighter across your chest. âyou wanna know? you ignored me all day for that blonde, and it pissed me off. happy now?â
karina raises an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she steps even closer. âthatâs what this is about? youâre jealous?â
you scoff, turning away from her. âno, iâm not jealous,â you mutter, but even you donât believe your own words. âi just... i donât get why you were all over her. it was annoying.â
âi wasnât all over her,â she says, her voice calm but firm as she steps around to face you again. âwe were just talking.â
âright,â you mumble, still refusing to meet her eyes. âjust talking. whatever.â
karina sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. ây/n, why wonât you just admit it? youâre upset because you like me.â
your breath catches in your throat, and you freeze. her words hang in the air between you, and for a second, you wonder if you heard her wrong.
âwhat?â you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
karina steps closer, her hand lifting to gently tilt your chin up so youâre forced to look at her. her dark eyes are intense, and for once, thereâs no teasing smirk on her lips. she looks seriousâdead serious. âyou heard me.â
your heart pounds in your chest as her fingers brush against your jaw, sending a wave of heat rushing through you. this is not how you expected the conversation to go. you try to come up with a retort, something sarcastic to throw back at her, but your brain feels like itâs short-circuiting.
âkarina, i...â you start, but the words die on your lips.
sheâs so close now, her presence almost overwhelming as she looks down at you, waiting for your response. you swallow hard, feeling the weight of her gaze pressing down on you.
âyou donât have to say anything,â karina says softly, her hand sliding down from your chin to rest on your shoulder, grounding you. âbut you need to stop pretending. i know how you feel. iâve known for a while.â
you blink up at her, stunned. âwhat?â
karina smiles, just a little, but itâs softer than her usual smirk. âiâm not blind, y/n. and iâm not stupid. youâve been acting like this for months.â
âacting like what?â you ask, your voice sounding small even to yourself.
âlike youâre trying to push me away,â she says, her hand gently squeezing your shoulder. âbut iâm not going anywhere.â
you bite your lip, feeling tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. âiâm not trying to push you away,â you mumble. âi just... i donât know how to deal with this.â
karina sighs softly, stepping even closer so thereâs barely any space between the two of you. âthen let me help you deal with it,â she says, her voice gentle but firm. âyou donât have to do everything on your own.â
âi donât want to seem needy,â you mutter, still refusing to look her in the eye.
karina lets out a soft laugh, her thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. âyouâre not needy. youâre just... you. and thatâs enough.â
you blink up at her, feeling your walls crumble bit by bit. her touch is so gentle, so warm, and it makes your heart ache in a way that scares you. âyeah, well... maybe i didnât want to be needy.â
karinaâs lips curve into a smirk, but itâs full of affection rather than amusement. âyouâre not needy. but even if you were, i wouldnât care.â
you scoff lightly, but the sound comes out weaker than you intend. âyou say that now...â
âi mean it,â she says, her voice low as she leans in slightly. ây/n, i like you. iâve liked you for a long time.â
your breath catches again, and this time, you canât hide the way your pulse quickens. âwhat?â
karina chuckles softly, shaking her head. âgod, youâre so dense sometimes,â she teases, though her tone is filled with fondness. âiâm saying i like you. more than just friends. more than anything else.â
you stare at her, your mind racing to catch up with what sheâs just said. âyou... like me?â
karina nods, her expression softening as she leans in closer, her forehead resting gently against yours. âyeah, y/n. i like you. so stop pushing me away, okay?â
you blink rapidly, trying to process everything. your heart feels like itâs about to burst out of your chest, and for a moment, you feel like youâre going to pass out. âbut... what about that blonde?â
karina pulls back slightly, looking at you with an amused smile. âthe blonde? you seriously think iâd be interested in her?â
âi donât know!â you blurt out, feeling flustered. âyou seemed pretty into her.â
karina laughs, shaking her head. âgod, y/n, youâre something else.â she cups your face in her hands again, her thumbs brushing lightly against your cheeks. âi was just being polite. i didnât even remember her name half the time.â
you feel your face heat up, embarrassed by your own jealousy. âoh.â
karina chuckles softly, her gaze softening as she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âyou donât have to worry about anyone else,â she murmurs against your skin. âyouâre the one i want. always have been.â
you bite your lip, feeling a mixture of relief and nervousness flood through you. âyou mean that?â
you blink up at her, feeling your walls crumble just a little more. without thinking, you lean in, pressing your forehead against her chest and letting out a frustrated groan. âugh, why do you have to be so nice to me?â
karina just laughs softly, running her fingers through your hair. âbecause someone has to take care of you,â she teases, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. âyouâre such a brat sometimes.â
you scoff, but the warmth in her voice makes it impossible to stay mad. âiâm not a brat. you just make me act like one.â
âoh, i make you act like that?â she teases again, her voice full of affection as she hugs you tighter. âcome on, letâs go inside before ningning sees us and starts asking questions.â
with a reluctant nod, you let her guide you back into the house, her arm draped protectively over your shoulders as the two of you walk upstairs together. the frustration and jealousy from earlier seem to melt away with every step, and by the time you reach your room, you feel lighter, like maybeâjust maybeâitâs okay to let someone in, to let someone take care of you for once.
the days after karinaâs confession are a blur of stolen glances, secret smiles, and moments that feel like something out of a dream. you still canât quite believe it, but here you areâwalking through the school hallways with karinaâs arm slung casually over your shoulders, her presence as grounding as it is exciting.Â
and it doesnât take long for people to notice.
whispers follow you both as you navigate the halls, and itâs not hard to tell what everyoneâs talking about. the once-rumored, now-confirmed it coupleâyou and karina. some people stare in disbelief, others in envy, but you donât care. karina, as always, seems unfazed, her usual calm, confident demeanor only heightened when sheâs with you.
you find yourself tucked under her arm more often than not, her protective hold over you almost possessive but in a way that makes your heart flutter. sheâs always closeâwalking you to class, waiting by your locker, her eyes softening whenever they land on you.
at lunch, you sit with ningning and the others, but now itâs different. karinaâs hand rests casually on your thigh under the table, her thumb drawing lazy circles against your skin as she chats with the group. ningning teases you endlessly, of course, but even she canât deny that you and karina just fit.
"you two are disgusting," ningning jokes, rolling her eyes when she catches karina whisper something in your ear that makes you giggle. "i canât believe my best friend and my sister are the couple of the year."
karina just smirks, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. âget used to it,â she says simply, and you canât help but blush.
the entire school knows about you nowâkarinaâs arm around you is proof enoughâbut neither of you care. as long as sheâs by your side, you donât mind the attention.
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Honeyed Heat
This might be my favourite piece Iâve written so far eee, legit 7k words of tension with no outbreak daddy Joel xx enjoyyyyy
Summary: After a pool party to celebrate your final exam, you and Joel, your best friend's dad, find yourselves tangled in a simmering attraction, where stolen glances turn into something neither of you can deny đ
The sun hung heavy in the sky, casting a golden warmth over the campus as you and Sarah stepped out of your final exam. The weight of the past weeksâthe endless nights buried beneath textbooks, and the absurd amount of caffeine that had fueled your late-night crammingâseemed to melt away with each step. The promise of summer stretched out before you like an open road, brimming with the allure of freedom and long, lazy days that felt like they would never end.
Sarah had become your anchor in this whirlwind year, a steady presence when everything else felt uncertain. The connection between the two of you had been instant, seamless, as if you'd known each other far longer than a year. She was the kind of friend who slipped into your life effortlessly, like sheâd always belonged. And with Sarah came her dad, JoelâJoel. The man who was impossible to ignore.
Joel was handsome in a way that made your breath falterârugged, without even realizing it, as though he was entirely unaware of the effect he had on people. He never seemed to notice the way womenâs eyes followed him when he walked into a coffee shop or strolled through the aisles of a grocery store. Nor did he seem to pick up on the poorly concealed attempts at flirting, the smiles that lingered a little too long or the shy glances sent his way. His brown eyes held a quiet depth, layers of softness and vulnerability beneath the roughness of his exterior. His hair, touched with silver at the temples, seemed to beckon for the gentle sweep of your fingers, an irresistible invitation to trace the soft strands.
There was something about Joelâsomething in the way he made you feel seen, cared for, without needing to say much at all. It was in the little things: picking you and Sarah up from parties when youâd had one too many, standing patiently by the car as you clumsily climbed in. Or the way heâd cook for you during late-night study sessions, his quiet presence filling the house with a warmth that matched the scent of the home-cooked meals drifting from the kitchen. He never asked if you were cold, just silently draped his worn sweatshirt over your shoulders when the evening air grew cool, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of him. Joel wasnât a man of many words, but in every small gesture, he spoke volumesâshowing his care through actions, through the way he was always there, quietly watching over the people he held close.
There were days when you couldnât help but linger, the familiar rumble of Joelâs truck pulling into the driveway sending a flutter of butterflies through your chest. His t-shirt would cling to the muscles of his chest and arms, sun-kissed and glistening with sweat from the heat of the day. The patchy scruff of his beard would catch the late afternoon light, making you notice the soft, worn edges of a man who had worked hard his entire life. His toolboxâalways slung low on his hipâwas like an extension of him. And sometimes, just sometimes, heâd glance at you from across the room, his deep brown eyes meeting yours for a beat too long, a fleeting moment where the world seemed to slow.
You knew it wasnât right to think of him this wayâJoel was Sarahâs dad, after all. But that didnât stop the way your pulse quickened whenever he called you darlin' or sweetheart, his deep Texan drawl wrapping around the words like a caress, making them sound far too intimate. It made you wonder if he knewâif he could sense the way his presence affected you, the way your heart raced every time he spoke your name.
And at night, when everything was still, when the world felt suspended in silence, you would lie awake thinking of him. Of his handsârough and calloused, capable yet tender. Of the way theyâd feel tracing across your skin. You thought of his lipsâsoft and pink, almost out of place against the ruggedness of his exterior. You wondered how theyâd taste, how theyâd press against yours with that same quiet intensity he carried in everything he did. You could almost smell him, the scent of sweat and earth clinging to the nape of his neck, a mix of leather and something unmistakably Joel.
And even though you knew you shouldnâtâcouldnâtâallow yourself to feel these things, the yearning lingered, like an ember glowing quietly, refusing to die out. It was almost embarrassing how many nights youâd woken up breathless from dreams of him, your body heated and aching with desire, more times than you cared to admit.
Because Joel wasnât just someone you looked at. He was someone you feltâin every stolen glance, in every quiet moment that stretched just a second too long, in every breath you shared when the world fell still around you.
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âWe did it!â Sarah squealed, her laughter ringing through the air as she twirled in the sunlight, arms thrown wide like she could capture the weightless freedom you both suddenly felt. Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts, grounding you back to the moment. âNow we can finally celebrate,â she grinned, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of the pool party she'd been planning for days.
You laughed with her, feeling the same giddy relief bubbling up inside. âWhat should I bring?â
"Just grab some drinks on your way over. Dadâs already got the grill going," she said with a grin. The thought of Joel doing something so simple, so domestic as standing over a grill, caught you off guard. It was the casualness of itâthe ease with which he did such everyday thingsâthat sent an unexpected warmth rushing to your cheeks.
After a quick stop at the store, you stood in Sarahâs driveway, arms laden with clinking bottles and cans. The coolness of the drinks pressed into your skin, condensation leaving wet patches on your bare arms and stomach. But the weight you carried wasnât only from the bottles. Youâd chosen to dress a little bolder today, wearing your favorite red bikini beneath a pair of low-slung shorts, the button teasingly undone at the top. The sun bathed you in a soft, golden glow, warming your skin, but it was the thought of seeing Joel again that made your heart flutter, that made your stomach twist with a different kind of heat.
The bottles were heavier than you expected, digging into your hands as you struggled to balance them. With a sigh, you shifted your phone between your ear and shoulder, dialing Sarah. âHey, Iâm outside. A little help?â you laughed, breathless from the weight of the bags.
"Be right there!" Sarah's voice crackled through the speaker, the lively sounds of laughter and music spilling through in the background.
You adjusted the bags again, trying to hold on just a little longer. But just as you were about to set everything down, the front door creaked open. And there he wasâJoel.
Your breath hitched at the sight of him, the world slowing to a crawl as he stepped out onto the porch. He looked like he belonged in the golden light, the late afternoon sun casting a halo around him, emphasizing the hard lines of his frame. His worn t-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest, clinging to the defined muscles beneath, while his faded jeans sat low on his hips, revealing a hint of tan skin where the fabric lifted, the waistband of his underwear just barely visible. His dark hair was tousled, as if heâd run his hand through it, and his eyesâGod, those eyes. They swept over you slowly, taking in every inch of your appearance in a way that made your skin tingle, lingering just a moment too long on the bikini peeking out from beneath your shorts.
For a brief moment, time seemed to stop. The air between you shifted, warm and thick, heavy with something unspoken and impossible to ignore. And in that fleeting glance, it wasnât the summer sun that heated your skinâit was Joelâs gaze, intense and unwavering, that sent a slow, simmering heat through you, making your heart stumble in its rhythm.
âHey, darlinâ,â Joelâs voice wrapped around you like silk, smooth and low, his Southern drawl turning the greeting into something far more intimate than it had any right to be. He leaned casually against the doorframe, a playful smile tugged at his lips as his eyes drifted over you, lingering just a heartbeat too long over your chest. You shifted slightly, suddenly feeling shy under the heat of his gaze, your confidence faltering for just a moment as his eyes stayed fixed on you.
âI was wonderinâ when youâd show up,â he added, the corners of his mouth lifting a little higher, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again.
The casual way he said it, like heâd been waiting just for you, made your throat tighten, breath catching in a way that felt impossible to hide. âHi, Joel,â you managed, though your voice came out softer than youâd planned, betraying the sudden rush of nerves. The bags in your arms suddenly felt heavier, as if they were the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground. You shifted them, hoping he wouldnât notice the way his mere presence seemed to pull you in, wrapping around you like the summer heatâheavy and consuming.
A knowing smile curved his lips, his eyes glinting with a kind of playful understanding that sent your stomach into a free fall. âLooks like you could use some help,â he said, stepping closer, and you could feel the warmth of his body, the scent of himâwoodsy and clean, mixed with the faintest trace of sweatâfilling the air between you. The sun glistened on his skin, the moisture at the nape of his neck catching the light. His voice was light, teasing, but beneath it was something else,âYou didnât have to carry all that by yourself, sweetheart.â
The way sweetheart rolled off his lips was almost too much, the weight of that single word sending a flush creeping across your cheeks. You told yourself it shouldnât affect you this wayâit was Texas, after all, where sweetheart was practically a part of the local dialect. But you couldnât shake the nagging realization that whenever Sarah's other friends came around, they were never on the receiving end of the same tender pet names. That was just for you. And the fact didnât go unnoticed.
You let out a soft laugh, though the nervous edge in your voice was hard to hide. âI thought I could handle it,â you said, but the slight tremor in your words gave you away. His eyes, so piercing and unrelenting, felt like they saw right through you, leaving you feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with the sun beating down on your skin.
"Well, I could let you keep struggling," Joel teased, his eyes glinting with that familiar, easy charm. âBut Iâd rather help. Seems like youâve earned a break after all that hard work.â
A fresh wave of heat rose to your cheeks, his words slipping past the cracks in your composure and leaving you momentarily flustered. âWow, Mr. Miller, to the rescue,â you shot back, trying to match his teasing, though your voice softened despite yourself. The rhythm of your heartbeat hadn't settled.
Joel chuckled, a low, rich sound that made something inside you flutter. His hand lingered on yours for just a moment too long, the touch warm and deliberate before he shifted the bags onto his arm with effortless ease. That brief contact, the feel of his skin against yours, sent a shiver racing through you, leaving you a little breathless.
"Anything for you," he murmured, his voice dipping lower, the playful tone still there but now tinged with something more. His lopsided grin appearedâthe one that never failed to make your insides twist in the most deliciously confusing way. The words seemed casual enough, but the way his eyes stayed locked on yours, the intensity of his gaze, told you there was something deeper behind them, something unspoken.
You followed him inside, watching as he carried the bags with ease, his old t-shirt clinging to the broad expanse of his back, the fabric stretching over every hard line of muscle. The urge to run your fingers along his back, to trace every dip and curve, flared up inside you, leaving you slightly breathless. The familiar warmth of the house embraced you, the smell of grilled food wafting in from the backyard, but it did little to steady your racing pulse. The memory of his brief touch still lingered, refusing to fade, a constant reminder of the tension between you.
You set the bags down on the counter, the clinking of glass bottles filling the space between you as Joel leaned casually against the counter, palms pressed into the surface, his eyes never leaving yours.
âSo, howâd the exam go?â he asked, his voice lower now, softer, as though the world had melted away and it was just the two of you in that moment. His question was simple, but the way he asked itâthe way he stared so deeply into your eyesâmade it feel like it carried far more weight than it should have.
You exhaled, trying to ease the tension that coiled tight in your chest. âWent well, I think,â you replied, âWe stayed up all night cramming, so Iâm just glad itâs over.â
Joel nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his gaze never wavering. âIâm sure you did great. You always do,â he said, his voice steady, filled with that quiet certainty that made your heart skip. âYouâre a smart girl.â
For a moment, his hands tensed, his fingers pressing into the counter as if he was holding himself backâholding back something he didnât dare give into. The sight sent a jolt of heat through you, your heart stuttering at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he was as affected by this moment as you were.
The warmth of his words wrapped around you, comforting and sweet, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to bask in it. A soft smile played at your lips, the warmth in your chest spreading. âThanks, Joel,â you murmured, your voice soft, vulnerable in a way that made the moment feel fragile, like it could shatter at any second.
For a heartbeat, the space between you felt charged with something moreâsomething electric, heavy, a pull that neither of you could deny. Joelâs hand lingered on the countertop, his body angling just a little closer to yours, and for that brief moment, it felt like the world around you both had disappeared, leaving only the thick, palpable tension. His gaze held yours, unblinking, intense, and in that silent exchange, you couldnât help but wonder if he felt it tooâthe quiet pull, the way every second seemed to stretch, both too long and not long enough.
âWell, I should probably get outside, say hi to Sarah before she wonders where I went,â you said, your voice breaking the thick tension in the air. It had grown too intense, too charged, and you needed to step away before the heat of the moment swallowed you whole.
Joel nodded, leaning back from the counter, but his eyes stayed on you for a second longer than they should have. âOh, yeah, of course,â he replied, his tone casual, but there was an edge in his voice, something restrained and unspoken.
You turned toward the door to the backyard, but his voice followed you, softer, more intimate. âHey, before you go⌠you want me to make you a drink? I know you donât like beer.â
The fact that he rememberedâknewâyou didnât like beer sent a warm flush through your chest. It was the small things, the way he noticed the details about you that others often overlooked, that made your pulse quicken. You could already feel the heat rising in your cheeks.
âOh, yeah, thatâd be nice,â you managed, trying to keep your voice casual despite the flutter in your chest.
Joel's lips curled into that familiar, lopsided grin. âIâll whip somethinâ up for you,â he said, his tone easy, but the promise behind it made your heart skip. âDonât worry, itâll be good. With cherries, just how you like.â
Joelâs grin deepened as he spoke, and the mention of cherries stirred a wave of memoriesâhot summer nights spent at Sarahâs, cartons of cherries devoured between the two of you as you laughed in the kitchen. Heâd pass through, always noticing, always watching, the small details of your habits quietly catalogued. It struck you now, just how well he knew youâhow effortlessly heâd taken in every part of you without a word. He had been there in the background, catching those fleeting moments when you thought no one was paying attention. His easy smile and that simple promise now carried a weight, a reminder that Joel saw youâreally saw you.
You smiled, nodding as you turned to head outside, your hand just brushing the cool metal of the doorknob when his voice, low and steady, stopped you in your tracks.
âBy the wayâŚâ
Something in his tone made your pulse quicken, and you glanced back over your shoulder, your breath catching as your eyes locked with his.
Joelâs gaze lingered, warm and intense. âYou look real good in red.â
The words, simple but loaded, hung in the air between you, setting off a ripple of heat that raced through your chest.
His voice was low, rough, each word hanging in the air with a weight that felt deliberate, like he knew the effect it would have on you. But it wasnât just the complimentâit was the way he said it, the way his gaze darkened, hungry, trailing over you as if he were committing every detail to memory. There was an undeniable heat in his eyes, simmering just beneath the surface, a tension that wrapped around you, making your skin tingle.
His look wasnât just appreciative; it was intense, like he was holding something back, barely restraining the force of whatever was brewing between you. For a moment, the world blurred, the sounds of the party fading into the background, leaving only the charged energy that seemed to pulse in the space between you.
You bit your lip, desperate to maintain composure, but the way he looked at youâlike he was devouring you with his eyesâmade it impossible to fight the pull.
You managed a breathless smile before turning away, stepping outside, but your pulse raced, knowing that his eyes were still on you long after youâd left the room.
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The party was in full swing now. Music thumped through the backyard, a steady pulse that mixed with the laughter and splashes from the pool. You smiled as you spotted Sarah and your friends across the lawn, their voices already bright with excitement as they waved you over. The blush from Joelâs earlier compliment still lingered on your cheeks, your heart skipping a beat every time your mind wandered back to the way his eyes had lingered on you.
âHey!â they greeted you, their energy infectious.
But even as you returned their greetings, you could feel it againâhis eyes on you. It was a heavy, almost tangible gaze that sent a thrill shooting through your veins, making your skin tingle with awareness. You smiled to yourself, knowing exactly what you were about to do. With a slow, deliberate movement, you shimmied out of your shorts, letting the fabric slide down your legs before they dropped to the grass at your feet. Every motion was intentional, your heart racing as you knew Joel was watching from across the yard. The warmth of his gaze felt like a caress, a secret thrill that made your pulse race wildly.
Settling back onto your towel, you leaned back on your elbows, allowing the sun to drape over you like a warm embrace. The vibrant red of your bikini shimmered under the golden light, drawing attention to the curves it barely covered. Conversations flowed effortlessly around you, laughter spilling into the air, but it all felt distant, a soft blur against the sharp current of awareness coursing through you. His gaze was on you again, heavy and deliberate.
Joel stood across the lawn, stationed at the grill, his hands moving with effortless precision as he flipped burgers and steaks. His expression seemed focused, but you could feel itâthe magnetic pull of his gaze, like gravity drawing him back to you. Every so often, his eyes would drift over, sending a jolt of heat through your veins. You could barely hide the effect it had on you, your lips catching between your teeth as you fought to stay composed. Your sunglasses were tipped down, offering you just enough cover to glance back without being obvious, but each stolen look felt like it added fuel to the fire. The warmth pooled low in your stomach, undeniable, as you felt his eyes linger on you, as if he was just as affected as you were.
One of your friends, Emily, leaned in closer to Sarah with a mischievous grin, her voice low but playful. "I know this sounds weird, but your dad is seriously hot, Sarah."
Sarah groaned dramatically, burying her face in her hands. "Emily, oh my God, please! Can we not talk about my dad like that? Youâre such a freak."
But before the laughter had a chance to fade, Joelâas if on cueâgrabbed the hem of his t-shirt and, in one effortless motion, pulled it over his head. The shirt slid over his broad shoulders, revealing the defined lines of his chest and arms, his muscles catching the golden light. His skin gleamed under the sun, sweat tracing a slow path along the nape of his neck. He tossed the shirt over his shoulder with a casual ease, then wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. It was as if he were silently responding to your earlier move, acknowledging your little game with a bold, unspoken challenge of his own.
The group burst into laughter at the perfectly timed move, but for you, time seemed to slow. Your heart skipped a beat, breath catching in your throat as a familiar ache settled low in your stomach. Joel looked heavenly in the sunlight, every muscle moving with a quiet, unspoken power that left you utterly breathless. The scruff along his jaw, kissed by the light, made him look rugged, irresistible. His broad shoulders, the sculpted lines of his arms, the way his jeans hung low on his hipsâit was overwhelming. Far too much to take in all at once.
And even as everyone around you laughed, you couldnât tear your eyes away from him. Biting your lip, you shifted, propping yourself up higher on your elbows, the cool softness of the grass beneath you the only thing keeping you grounded.
A few minutes later, Joel made his way over, drink in hand, cutting through the crowd with an effortless confidence. You couldnât help but notice the way the other girls subtly straightened, adjusting their posture, smoothing their hair, all trying to catch his attention. But none of it mattered. His gaze was locked on you, unwavering, as if you were the only one there.
He stopped beside you, holding out the drink, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lipsâthe kind that never failed to send your pulse skittering. âHere you go, darlinâ,â he murmured, his voice low and rich, the endearment dripping with that honeyed warmth that seemed to melt into you. His deep Southern drawl wrapped around each word, slow and deliberate, like a caress that sent a shiver racing down your spine, reminding youâas if you could ever forgetâjust how much power he held over you with nothing more than a look, a word.
You reached for the drink, your fingers brushing against his for just a second, but it was enough to send a spark through you, warm and undeniable. âThanks, Joel,â you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper as a smile tugged at your lips. Then, slowly, you plucked one of the cherries from the drink, pressing it against your lips, lingering for just a moment before biting into it, your gaze lifting to meet his. The sweetness of the cherry was nothing compared to the heat in his eyes, the way they darkened as he watched you.
He lingered for just a second longer than necessary, his eyes locked on yours. In that brief moment, the world seemed to blur at the edges, leaving only the two of you in the thick summer heat. Inches away, Sarah and your friends laughed, blissfully unaware of the quiet storm building between you and Joel. You wondered if they could sense itâthe way the air shifted, charged with something unspoken, every time he was near.
Before turning to head back to the grill, Joel lingered for a moment longer, his gaze holding yours like a secret. When he finally moved, you watched him go. Your eyes traced the broad lines of his back, the way his muscles rippled and shifted beneath his sun-kissed skin with every step.
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As the sun sank lower, bathing the backyard in a soft, golden glow, you and Sarah sat side by side at the poolâs edge, your shoulders brushing as your feet lazily dipped in and out of the cool water. Each gentle kick sent ripples across the surface, catching the fading light and scattering it like tiny diamonds. Most of the party had drifted indoors, leaving the two of you in the quiet embrace of the evening. The soft murmur of distant conversation mingled with the lapping of the water, while the newly lit fairy lights twinkled above, casting a dreamy, ethereal haze over the scene. It felt like you were suspended in a moment of calm, wrapped in the magic of the setting sun.
Sarah nudged you gently, breaking the comfortable quiet between you. âSomeoneâs been staring at you,â she teased, her voice dripping with playful mischief, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
You froze, your heart stumbling over itself as her words sank in. The first person that came to mind was Joel, and without thinking, your eyes swept across the yard in search of him. When you didnât see him, a flicker of disappointment bloomed in your chest, the sudden emptiness of his absence unsettling in a way you hadnât expected. Maybe he had gone insideâbut the thought left a hollow ache that lingered longer than it should have.
âHuh? Who?â you asked, your voice barely masking the distraction as your eyes lingered on the empty spot where Joel had been grilling earlier.
Sarah smirked, nodding toward the pool where Henryâa boy from your classâwas lazily swimming with a few of the others. Henry had always been the guy everyone seemed to crush on, with his tousled curls, easy grin, and laid-back charm that drew admirers effortlessly. But as your eyes drifted over him now, you felt... nothing. No flicker of excitement, no quickening pulse. Not like the flame that sparked to life in your chest whenever Joel crossed your mind.
Henry caught your eye and flashed a grin, then began making his way toward you through the water. Sarah, ever the instigator, raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. âIâll let you two lovebirds catch up,â she teased, giving you a playful nudge before pushing herself up and heading inside, her laughter trailing behind her.
As Henry reached the edge of the pool, he propped his arms on the ledge, droplets of water trailing down his toned forearms. His grin was wide, his eyes shining with an easy charm.
"Hey," he greeted, breathless from his swim, his damp curls clinging to his forehead as he looked up at you.
"Hey, Henry," you replied, offering a polite smile, though your heart wasnât entirely in it.
"So, howâd you find the exam?" he asked, his voice casual but with a flicker of genuine curiosity behind it.
You shifted slightly, trying to focus on the conversation, but your mind kept drifting, thoughts wrapped up in someone else. The tension of the exam now felt distant, almost trivial in comparison to the weight of everything else. âIt wasnât too bad,â you replied, a soft smile playing on your lips. âDefinitely tough, but manageable. How about you?â
Henry laughed, though you hadnât said anything particularly funny, running a hand through his damp curls as water droplets glistened in the fading light. âI think I blanked halfway through,â he admitted with an easy grin. âBut hey, Iâll survive. You, though? Bet you aced itâlike always.â
You smiled politely, though Henry's compliment didnât have the same effect as Joelâs had earlier. There was nothing wrong with Henryâhe was kind, charming evenâbut the conversation felt predictable, lacking the quiet tension that seemed to fill the air whenever Joel was around.
The hum of the fairy lights and the soft splashes of water filled the space between you and Henry, but your thoughts were already somewhere else, with someone else who wasnât there.
You and Henry continued your casual conversation, his light-hearted jokes filling the gaps in your distracted mind. Eventually, you both climbed out of the pool, the chill of the evening breeze making you shiver slightly. Sarah, ever the thoughtful friend, had handed you one of her oversized jumpers to throw on over your bikini, the fabric soft and comforting as it fell past your hips. You slipped back into your shorts from earlier, feeling a bit more at ease, though your eyes instinctively wandered, searching for him before you could stop yourself.
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The night had taken on a new rhythmâquieter now, with a few people huddled together beneath the soft glow of fairy lights strung overhead. You all found yourselves back outside, beers in hand, the low hum of conversation and bursts of laughter blending with the distant thrum of music, the atmosphere growing more intimate as the evening deepened.
Against your wishes, Henry found his way to the seat beside you on the loveseat, his arm casually draped across the back, settling in far too comfortably. You tried to focus on the easy conversation, but a restless energy stirred in your chest, a flutter that had nothing to do with Henry's presence. You looked at himâhandsome in a boyish way, with hazel eyes and a nice smileâbut he just didnât stir anything within you. There was no spark, no pull, nothing.
Your eyes flicked up, almost involuntarily, to where Joel stood across from you. He leaned against the railing, beer in hand, his knuckles white around the bottle as his jaw clenched tightly. He was watchingâhis eyes dark, intense, taking in the situation with a smoldering heat that made your breath hitch. There was something in his gaze, something simmering beneath the surface, as his eyes flickered to Henry, and the tension in the air thickened, palpable and undeniable.
Just as Henry, emboldened by the relaxed atmosphere, leaned in a little closer, his voice dropped, "Hey, what do you think about getting out of here?" The question hung in the air for a second, his intent clear. But before you could even process it, Joelâs deep voice cut through the night, commanding attention in a way that made Henry immediately tense.
âHey, kid,â Joel's voice was steady, but there was a weight to it that couldnât be ignored. The air seemed to shift as his words cut through the casual conversation. âYou mind givinâ me a hand movinâ some stuff inside? Need to clear a few things out before we wrap up.â The tone wasnât harsh, but it left no room for argument, an unspoken authority lacing every syllable.
Henry let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused with himself. "Weâre kind of in the middle of something, Mr. Miller." The casual dismissal in his tone caught you off guard, the subtle disrespect so out of place that it left you blinking in surprise. The shift was jarring, especially directed at Joel, who stood there, unwavering. His expression tightened, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features, though he remained calm, his eyes locked on Henry.
The tension spiked instantly, sharp and crackling in the air between the three of you. Henryâs flippant response seemed to hang there, almost daring someone to challenge it, but it was Joelâs steady, unyielding gaze that had your heart racing. His eyes moved from Henry to you, a hardness settling in his expression, though his voice remained calmâJoel never needed to raise his voice. The quiet intensity in his presence was enough to shift the entire mood.
Sensing the tension thickening, you jumped in quickly, your voice warm, soft, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at Joel. âUh, Iâm more than happy to help you, Joel.â
You noticed the shift in Joelâs eyes almost instantly. The hard, unyielding edge that had settled in them softened, the tension that had coiled through his body beginning to ease. His lips curved, just the faintest hint of a smile, but it was enoughâa quiet, unmistakable appreciation flickered in his gaze.
Joel's gaze held yours for a beat longer, something warm and unspoken passing between you. âThanks, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice deep, threaded with gratitude that made your breath catch. The way he said it sent a familiar warmth blooming in your chest, a feeling only he seemed to stir.
Henry, clearly miffed by the turn of events, stayed seated, his posture stiffening in silent protest. You could hear him muttering something under his breath, a mix of frustration and disbelief, but it didnât matter. His words barely registered. You were already on your feet, drawn toward Joel as he headed toward the yard. The silent exchange between you still hummed in the air, your heart racing as you followed him, leaving Henryâs bitterness behind.
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âThat fucking kid,â Joel muttered, his voice low and rough with irritation. The two of you had wandered away from the party, now standing in the quieter, more secluded part of the yard, far from the buzz of laughter and music. The soft glow of the fairy lights flickered around you, casting shadows across his tense frame as you both gathered a few things to take back inside. The atmosphere felt heavier here, more intimateâjust the two of you in the stillness.
You glanced over at him, searching for the right words. âYeah, that wasâŚâ you trailed off, letting the unfinished sentence linger in the air. The tension from Henryâs rudeness still clung to the moment, thick and unspoken. Joelâs frustration was almost tangible, the energy radiating off him like heat, making the space between you hum with a quiet intensity, as though the air itself was charged.
âYou know him well?â Joel asked, his voice low, carrying a subtle edge beneath the quiet toneâcuriosity mixed with something deeper, something that felt a lot like jealousy. He didnât look at you right away, his hands busy collecting plates from the table, but you could see the tension in his posture. The way his shoulders were set, the hard line of his jawâit was clear he was holding something back, waiting for your answer.
You swallowed, struggling to maintain your composure, but it was impossible to ignore how damn good Joel looked when he was angry. The way his muscles tightened beneath his shirt, the fire in his eyesâit was undeniably attractive. Too attractive. Your heart raced in a way it shouldnât have, and you had to remind yourself to stay focused on the conversation.
"Not really," you murmured, glancing at Joel. Your voice was softer, almost tentative, as you continued, "Heâs just a guy from my class. Weâve talked a couple of times, nothing more." You watched for his reaction, sensing the weight of your words as they hung in the air between you, hoping he understood just how little Henry meant in comparison.
Joel paused, standing a little taller as he straightened, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. There was no hiding the flicker of jealousy that flashed through his gaze, despite his attempt to maintain that calm, composed exterior. âDidnât look like âjust a few timesâ to me,â he muttered, his voice lower now, a possessive edge threading through his words that sent a thrill straight through you.
You bit your lip, the heat between you simmering, thickening with every second. The intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming, Joel now standing so close you could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His presence consumed you, and the storm brewing in his eyes was impossible to ignore. God, he looked incredible like thisâhis frustration, his protectiveness, all of it coiling around you, making your thoughts blur and your senses feel hazy.
You shrugged, feigning nonchalance, though the tension between you both was undeniable. âWell, heâs not really my type anyway,â you teased, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Joelâs eyes flickered with somethingâcuriosity, amusement, maybe even a touch of relief. His attention shifting fully to you now, his stance softening just slightly.
âOh yeah?â Joelâs voice was low and rough, laced with a teasing edge. He took a step closer, just enough for the heat of his body to radiate toward you, making the cool night air feel heavy, almost suffocating with the weight of everything left unsaid. âAnd whatâs your type, then?â he murmured, his gaze locking onto yours, the question hanging between you like a dare, thick with anticipation.
You swallowed, your heartbeat quickening at the weight of his question. There was a teasing lilt in his voice, sure, but underneath it, something far more intense simmeredâsomething real. He wasnât asking just to flirt. He wanted to know, needed to know. His gaze held yours, searching, waiting.
You held his gaze, feeling the weight of his question settle between you. âI donât know,â you said, your voice soft but steady, emboldened by the heat of the moment, your eyes locked on his. âSomeone who knows how to take care of me.â
The words tumbled out with a confidence that startled you, emboldened by the sweet burn of the drink Joel had crafted earlier and the fire in his gaze that hadnât wavered all day. The air between you crackled, thick with unspoken desire, pulling you closer. It was as if the world around you had softened, blurring into the background, leaving only the intense, quiet space shared between you.
Joelâs eyes flickered to your lips, a brief movement that sent a shiver through you, a silent acknowledgment of the line you were both tiptoeing around. His breath seemed to hitch, the moment hanging heavy between you, full of all the things you couldnât say out loud but felt in every charged glance, every subtle touch.
You watched Joel carefully as the weight of the moment pressed between you, the air thick with tension that neither of you could deny. His eyes flicked down to your lips again, and for a second, you thought he might close the distance, that he might give in to the pull that had been simmering between you all day.
Then, almost too quietly, he murmured, âYou donât know what youâre doing to me.â
The words barely escaped him, so low you almost missed them, but the impact was instant. Your breath caught in your throat, and a sharp thrill shot through you. You blinked, stunned, your heart racing in your chest as you replayed the words in your head, trying to make sure you had heard him correctly.
But Joel wasnât meeting your gaze anymore. His jaw was clenched tight, and his hand flexed at his side like he was restraining himself, holding back everything he wanted to say, everything he wanted to do.
âJoel...â you whispered, the emboldened feeling from earlier still simmering beneath your skin. You took a small step closer, feeling the distance between you shrink even further.
His breath hitched, and he shook his head, his voice rough, barely restrained. "You're drivin' me fucking crazy," he muttered, his eyes finally lifting to meet yours, dark with the weight of what he was feeling. âShowinâ up here in that red bikini, lookinâ like that, expectinâ me to justââ He broke off, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
You swallowed hard, your pulse thudding in your ears. The rawness in his voice sent a thrill through you, and you took another small step forward, the space between you almost nonexistent now.
âI canât stop thinkinâ about you,â Joel admitted, his voice low and ragged, like the words were being torn out of him. "Every time I look at you, it gets worse."
The intensity in his gaze, the way his words trembled with restraint, made your heart race. You had never seen him like thisâso close to breaking, so close to giving in to whatever was burning between you both.
You reached up, hands trembling slightly as you cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over the rough stubble lining his jaw. It was the closest you'd ever been, the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips sending a surge of heat through your entire body. His breath hitched at the touch, his eyes widening just for a moment as the intimacy of the moment settled between you both.
But then his gaze softened, the tension in his jaw easing slightly as he leaned into your touch. The roughness of his exterior seemed to melt away under the gentleness of your hands.
You could really look at him now. Really see him. His brown eyes, once clouded with tension, had softened in the fading light. His skin, kissed by the sun, was a little red around the edges, glowing faintly beneath your touch. He seemed to melt beneath your hands, his rigid posture easing as if, for a moment, the weight of the world had disappeared.
Neither of you spoke, the air between you thick with unspoken tension, a silent exchange that didnât need words. Then, unexpectedly, a soft laugh escaped him, the sound breaking through the intensity of the moment. "And now you're wearin' my damn jumper," he said, his voice laced with amusement, the warmth in his tone catching you off guard.
You froze, glancing down, and realized with a start that the oversized hoodie you were wearing wasnât Sarahâsâit was Joelâs. The fabric swamped you, the sleeves hanging long past your hands, worn soft from use and carrying that faint, unmistakable scent of him. How had you not noticed?
You let out a soft laugh, the tension between you easing just a little as warmth spread across your cheeks. "Guess I am," you said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips as your hands drifted up to drape around his neck, keeping him close.
"I look good in it?" you teased, your voice light but edged with something more vulnerable, lashes fluttering as you searched his eyes for an answer.
Joelâs eyes softened, warmth flooding his expression, though the hunger simmering just beneath the surface was undeniable. âYou know damn well you do,â he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a surge of heat straight to your core. His large, calloused hands found their way to your hips, warm and firm, their rough texture grounding you in place.
The warmth of his touch seemed to seep into your skin, your heart racing as if trying to match the intensity of his gaze. You felt the world around you fade away, leaving only the sensation of his fingers pressing gently into you, his breath steady but rough. And in that moment, everythingâthe tension, the looks, the unspoken feelingsâhung in the air between you, thick and electric.
Joelâs hand slid up, fingers tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that stole your breath. His touch lingered, soft and deliberate, as his thumb grazed your bottom lip with a featherlight caress. Every movement was unhurried, like he was committing the moment to memory, savoring the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips.
âLet me be the one that takes care of you, baby,â he whispered, his voice rough, thick with emotion. His eyes searched yours, and you felt the weight of his words, the unspoken promise behind them. His thumb lingered on your lip, as if waiting for your answer, waiting for you to let him in.
The air between you buzzed, thick with the tension that had been building for months.
Before you could say anything, before the words even had a chance to form on your lips, Joel leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft, but full of everything you both had been holding back for so long.
The kiss deepened as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the feel of himâthe roughness of his stubble, the heat of his body, the gentle yet insistent way his mouth moved over yours. It was like everything had been leading to this moment, all the glances, the tension, the stolen touches.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, your foreheads rested together, the soft night air cooling the fire between you. Neither of you spoke, but you didnât have toâthe unspoken words, the promises, and the feelings that had simmered for so long were clear in the way he held you, in the way his thumb traced gentle circles on your waist.
And as his arms tightened around you, grounding you in his warmth, you knewâhe was the one who would take care of you, in all the ways you had always needed but never dared to ask.
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â°â⤠â [PAIRING] â Hugh Jackman x F!Reader
â. *. â SYNOPIS: You are a charming bookstore cafĂŠ owner in Portofino, enjoying a quiet life until Hugh, a charismatic actor, stumbles into your cafĂŠ. What starts as a friendly conversation soon turns into a budding romance as you and Hugh spend time together, sharing sunsets and beach days. After a spontaneous kiss, you both grapple with your feelings, knowing Hughâs time in town is limited. Deciding to embrace a âsummer fling,â you cherish every moment. The story unfolds with playful adventures, a memorable night out dancing, and heartfelt moments of connection. As the summer ends, you navigate the complexities of a fleeting romance and its impact on your life.
ËËËę° đ ęą CHAPTERS:
Chapter One: Mystery Man
Chapter Two: An Evening Stroll And Dinner
Chapter Three: Beach Day
Chapter Four: Summer Fling
Chapter Five: Lazy Sunday
Chapter Six: Hiking
Chapter Seven: Sailing
Chapter Eight: last Few Days
Chapter Nine: Goodbye
Chapter Ten: A Happy Ending?
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