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aceyalonso · 4 months ago

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ix - the reason i can't think straight has a name

chapter summary : you and oscar spend the night at nonna chiara's cottage to help with "renovations"

alternative summary : sappy couple shit

warnings : swearing, use of the pet names "baby" and good girl", suggestive conversation, smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom guys!), slight hair pulling, praise kink, slight degradation kink, breeding

word count : 21.7k

a/n : long chapter to make up for the short chapters recently (this is practically porn with a lot of plot)

song : whats the matter with you - lexi jayde

Sunday, 7:31 AM

Y/n slowly opens her eyes, squinting as the sunlight filters through the curtains and into the room. She feels a sense of disorientation for a moment before everything comes back to her. She's still in Oscar's bed, the covers tangled around her legs.

As Y/n tries to turn around, she feels Oscar's arms tighten around her waist, his body pressed close to hers. She can feel the warmth of his chest against her back, his breath tickling her neck.

Oscar's voice is soft in her ear, whispered against her skin. "Don't leave yet," he murmurs, his arms still around her waist. He sounds half asleep, his voice gravelly and low.

Y/n feels a shiver run down her spine at his words, his breath warm against her skin. She relaxes into his embrace, her body molding against his. She has no intention of leaving anyway, but she still turns her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder.

She twists slightly in his arms, trying to turn around so she can see his face. She speaks up, her voice still drowsy. "I just wanted to turn around so I can see you," she says, her words a sleepy mumble. "I wasn't going anywhere."

Oscar lets out a small sigh and loosens his grip on her waist, allowing her to turn around in his arms. He feels her shift her body, moving until they're facing each other. His eyes are half-open as he looks at her, his expression a mix of tenderness and grogginess.

She can see the sleepiness etched on his face, his hair mussed and his eyes heavy-lidded. Despite his disheveled state, he still looks unbearably handsome in the soft light of the early morning.

Y/n smiles sleepily at him, her eyes roaming his features. She reaches out and gently cards her fingers through his messy hair, stroking it back from his face.

Oscar lets out a soft hum, his eyes fluttering shut at the feel of her touch. He leans into her hand, enjoying the soothing sensation of her fingers running through his hair.

Oscar's voice is soft, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "I like that," he whispers, his eyes still closed as he revels in the feel of her fingers gently scratching his scalp. "Keep doing that, baby."

Y/n smiles, amused by his drowsy response, She continues to run her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle and soothing. She loves seeing him like this, his defenses down and his expression soft and vulnerable.

As she takes her hand out of his hair, she watches his expression closely to see his reaction. He lets out a small noise of protest, his eyes opening slightly. He looks at her with a slight pout, his face a mix of disappointment and fatigue.

"Hey," he mutters, his voice thick with sleep. "Why'd you stop?"

Y/n laughs softly at his response, her heart swelling at how adorably grumpy he looks. "Just wanted to see your reaction Oz," she teases, a playful glint in her eye.

Oscar narrows his eyes at her, a mock glare on his face. "You're so cruel," he grumbles, but there's no real heat behind his words. "I was enjoying that."

Y/n smiles mischievously as she teases him. She loves seeing this playful side of him. "Oh, you were enjoying it, were you?" she says, her tone light and playful. "Poor baby, you'll have to suffer through life without head scratches."

Oscar pretends to pout, a petulant expression on his face. "You're sadistic, you know that?" he grouses, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Y/n grins as she climbs on top of him, her body settling onto his. "Sorry," she says, her voice light and teasing. Before he can respond, showering him with kisses, peppering his cheeks and neck with small, affectionate kisses.

Oscar can't help but smile, his earlier pout disappearing under the onslaught of her affection. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer against him. He lets out a contented sigh as her lips trail over his skin, his body melting into the mattress.

As she continues to kiss his neck and cheek, Oscar's hands start to move up and down her back in slow, soothing strokes. He trails his fingers over the fabric of her his shirt, tracing lazy shapes and patterns, enjoying the feel of her body against his.

His fingers move in random patterns, drawing circles and spirals on her back, tracing the curves and dips of her spine. He seems to be lost in the simple pleasure of touching her, holding her, having her.

Without warning, Oscar suddenly rolls them over, pinning her body beneath his. His movements are swift and confident, and in a matter of seconds, he's hovering over her, his body pressing her into the bed.

Y/n is momentarily surprised at the sudden change in position, but she quickly recovers and flashes him a smile. She can feel the weight of his body pressed against hers, the heat and strength of him making her heart skip a beat.

With her pinned underneath him, Oscar slowly moves his lips along her neck and shoulders, his kisses soft and lingering. He can feel her skin heating up under his touch, hear her breath hitching ever so slightly as his moves lower, finding sensitive spots that make her gasp.

As Y/n winds her arms around his neck, Oscar smiles against her skin, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his. He can feel her pulse thrumming under his lips as he continues to kiss and nibble at her neck and shoulders, his touches growing bolder and insistent.

Y/n's fingers find his shoulder blades, feeling the raised and uneven lines of her nails, the souvenirs left from last night's activities. Oscar shivers slightly at the sensation, his body remembering her touch all too vividly.

As her fingers trace over the marks she left on his shoulders, feeling the slight ridges and grooves on his skin. "Do these hurt?" she asks, her voice a soft whisper, her touch gentle and tentative.

Oscar felt a tingle run down his spine at her touch, the sensitive areas where she left her marks coming alive under her fingertips. "A little bit," he admits, his voice a low grumble. "But in a good way, of course."

His words are half-groan, half-confession, betraying his apparent enjoyment of the lingering pain. He lets out a slow breath, his body shuddering slightly as her fingers continue to explore the marks she left.

Oscar looks at her for a moment, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire. Then he leans in and captures his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his mouth moving against hers with practiced ease.

He can feel her response immediately, her body arching up into him, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He kisses her hungrily, his tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting and exploring her with a growing need.

As their kiss deepens, Oscar's hands travel lower, moving under the shirt she's wearing. He can feel the warmth and softness of her skin as his palms skim over her stomach, slowly making their way up to her chest. His fingers brush over her breasts, his touch gentle and exploratory.

Y/n gasps softly against his lips, her body responding to his touch. Her hands grasp his biceps, her nails digging into his skin as his fingers move over her sensitive flesh. The feeling of his hands on her body is both stimulating and reassuring, making her feel both vulnerable and secure at the same time.

As he continues to tease her body with his touch, Oscar breaks the kiss and whispers in her ear. "Still sensitive, huh?" he says, his voice dripping with playful smugness. "I guess I did a good job last night, didn't I?"

Y/n responds with a coy smile, her cheeks lightly flushed. "Yeah, you did quite a number on me," she admits, her low and a little breathless. "I'll be feeling it for days, I think."

Oscar lets out a soft chuckle at her words, his ego boosted by her admission. He then moves his attention back to her mouth, recapturing her lips with another deep kiss. He kisses her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth with fervor.

Suddenly, the door bangs open and May barges in without knocking. "Hey Osc, have seen Y/n-" She stops abruptly, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene before her. Y/n is in Oscar's bed, covered up by the sheets, and it's clear that both of them are only half-decent.

May stares at them for a moment, her mouth hanging open. There's a brief moment of stunned silence as May just stands there, processing what she's just walked into. Then she quickly closes the door without another word, leaving Oscar and Y/n alone in the room once again.

Oscar lets out a low groan, his face falling onto Y/n's shoulder. "Fucks sake," he mutters, his voice muffled. "I forgot to lock the damn door."

He looks over at Y/n with an apologetic expression. "Sorry," he says, his tone sheepish. "Wasn't expecting May to walk in like that."

Y/n lets out a soft laugh, amused at his expression. "It's okay, she assures him, propping herself up on one elbow. "I doubt it's the first time May's walked in on you with a girl."

Oscar can't help but grin at her words, his embarrassment starting to face. "Yeah, that's true," he says, his tone turning more lighthearted. "My sister has zero concept of personal space, I swear."

Y/n grins at him, her eyes sparkling. "I don't know," she says, her tone teasing. "I'd say her timing was pretty perfect. Gives her something to gossip about for the rest of the day."

Oscar groans and buries his face in her shoulder once more. "Please don't say that," he mutters, his voice muffled against her skin. "I don't need May gossiping about this to everyone in the house. She'll never shut up about it."

Y/n laughs softly, patting his head in mock sympathy. "Aw, poor baby," she teases. "Afraid your little sister is going to give you a hard time?"

Oscar lifts his head to pout at her, his expression bordering on petulant. "You're supposed to be on my side," he grumbles, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Not making fun of me."

Y/n grins, clearly enjoying his pouty expression. "But it's so much funnier to tease you," she says, poking his cheek playfully. "You make such cute faces when you're annoyed."

Oscar lets out another exaggerated sigh, feigning irritation. "You're impossible," he says, his lips twitching in an effort not to smile. "You know that, right?"

Y/n laughs out loud at his response, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "And yet you still like me," she points out, her tone cheeky.

Oscar pretends to consider this for a moment, a mock-thoughtful expression on his face. "Hmm… I suppose you're right," he concedes, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "Despite the fact that you're a complete pain in my ass, I do like you. Strange, isn't it?"

Y/n nods, still grinning. "Very strange indeed," she agrees, her tone playful. "You seem to have a weird preference for girls who like tormenting you."

Oscar moves, kissing her shoulder one more time before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He sits with his back to her, his body still bare except for a pair of boxers. His legs are stretched out on the floor, and he leans over slightly to pick up his shirt from the floor.

As he bends over to pick up his shirt, Y'n takes the opportunity to admire his bare back. Her eyes roam over his skin, her gaze falling on the red scratches she left the night before. They're still visible, a stark contrast to his pale skin.

Y/n gets up from the bed, wrapping her arms around Oscar's waist, and pressing her body against his back. She hugs him from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder. She can feel his body heat and the firmness of his bare skin against her chest.

She nuzzles her face into his neck, taking a deep breath. "You smell good," she says, her voice soft and low. Y/n plants a soft kiss on the sensitive spot below his ear, her lips lingering against his skin. "Like soap and your cologne."

Oscar lets out a soft laugh as Y/n's lips brush against his neck, her affectionate gesture tickling him slightly. "You're so clingy," he teases, his voice a mix of amusement and affection.

Y/n scoffs, lightly nipping his earlobe in retaliation. "I'm not clingy," she protests, her tone a mix of mock offense and playfulness. "I'm just expressing my affection in a physical way. There's a difference."

Oscar laughs again, his body shaking slightly with the force of it. "Yeah, right," he says, his tone light and teasing. "You're like a baby koala. Always clinging to me and refusing to let go."

Y/n grins at his comment, her expression mock-offended. "Says the Australian in the room," she retorts, making a bad impression of his accent. She then adds, with a hint of sarcasm, "Because everyone knows Australians are experts on koala behavior, right?"

Oscar snickers at her attempt to mimic his accent, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "Nice try," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You sound like a bad Crocodile Dundee impersonator."

Y/n shakes her head, her giggles filling the air. "What the hell is a Crocodile Dundee?" she asks, her tone a mix of amusement and confusion. "Is it some kind of weird Australian thing I'm supposed to know?"

Oscar grins at her question, clearly enjoying her ignorance. "You've never heard of Crocodile Dundee?" he asks, his tone incredulous. "It's a classic Australian movie. You know, the one where Paul Hogan runs around in the Outback with a big ass knife, wrestling crocodiles and being an absolute legend."

She raises an eyebrow, her expression a mix of skepticism and intrigue. "That sounds… ridiculous," she says, her voice slightly deadpan. "Are you messing with me, or is that actually a real movie?"

Oscar laughs, clearly amused by her reaction. "I'm not messing with you baby," he assures her. "It's a real movie. And it's a classic. You've got to watch it sometime. It's pure Aussie gold."

Y/n snickers at his enthusiasm, a smirk on her face. "Right, because nothing screams 'quality cinema' like a guy running around in the wilderness wrestling crocodiles," she teases, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Oscar huffs in mock offense, pretending to be wounded by her words. "You're ruining the chemistry between us," he says, his tone overly dramatic. "How dare you make fun of Crocodile Dundee? It's an iconic movie, a true masterpiece of Australian cinema!"

Y/n laughs at his reaction, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't realize that Crocodile Dundee was sacred and above criticism. Please forgive me, oh great Aussie cinema connoisseur."

Oscar pouts at her, his expression playfully petulant. "I'll only forgive you if you give me a kiss," he says, his voice low and teasing. "You've hurt the delicate ego of an Aussie movie purist, after all. It's a serious offense."

She laughs at his melodramatic declarations, her eyes glittering with humor. "Alright, alright," she concedes, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "I'll appease the Aussie movie purist and his fragile ego."

Oscar grins at her playful compliance, a smug expression on his face. "Good girl," he says, his tone laced with mock self-importance. "You've now officially been forgiven for your blatant Crocodile Dundee defamation."

Y/n looks up at Oscar with her mouth open, her expression a mixture of shock and fascination. "Wait, did you just call me a good girl?" she asks, her voice a mix of incredulity and curiosity.

Y'n holds her hands up in front of her body, her gestures exaggerated. "Oh, god," she says, her voice a mix of surprise and mock frustration. "That just made me so…" She trails off, her cheeks flushing pink. "I mean, you can't just say stuff like that."

Oscar laughs at her reaction, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "Why not?" he asks, his tone smug. "You obviously like it."

Y/n opens and closes her mouth a few times, her usual sass and confidence momentarily lost. "I… I do not," she protests weakly, her voice not quite as convincing as she'd like it to be. "It's just… you can't just say things like that and not expect a reaction."

Oscar laughs heartily at Y/n's flustered reaction, her protest sounding weak even to her own ears. "Sure you don't," he says, his tone dripping with skepticism. He watches as she stands up from the bed, her face still flushed.

Y/n attempts to regain her composure, smoothing her hair back and taking a deep breath. "Shut up," she mutters, her voice a grumble. "Your ego doesn't need any more stroking."

She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to regain her composure. "I'm not running away," she retorts, her voice a little bit too defensive. "I'm just… going to get something to drink, that's all."

Oscar glances down at the shirt she's wearing, which is his. It hangs loosely on her petite frame, the fabric drowning her slightly. A possessive glint shines in his eyes. He crosses his arms, trying to look nonchalant.

"You're going downstairs wearing my shirt, huh?" he says, his tone playful yet a hint of possession seeping through.

Y/n meets his gaze, an amused smile playing on her lips. She's well aware that wearing his clothes is a surefire way to press his buttons. "Yeah, I am," she replies, her voice casual. "Is that a problem?"

Oscar feigns annoyance, his shoulders slumping in exaggerated defeat. "Oh, no, it's not a problem at all," he says, his tone filled with mock irritation. "It's just going to drive me crazy seeing you strutting around in my shirt, looking all adorable and tempting."

Y/n laughs at his response, her expression playful yet a bit smug. "Tempting, huh? I didn't realize my sartorial choices had that much power over you," she teases, her voice light and teasing.

Oscar stands up from the bed, stretching his arms above his head. He watches as Y/n saunters out of the room, his eyes following her every move. The sight of her in his shirt is enough to make his heart race, and the thought of her parading around the house in it is both endearing and torturous.

Y/n descends the stairs, her hair a tangled mess framing her face. She's still wearing Oscar's shirt, the fabric swallowing her small frame. It's obvious she hasn't bothered to look in the mirror or even attempt to tame her bedhead.

As she enters the kitchen, she heads straight for the refrigerator, rummaging around for something to drink. She's completely unaware of how disheveled she looks or how tempting she is in Oscar's oversized shirt.

Meanwhile, Oscar is upstairs, grumbling to himself about how unfair it is for her to look so adorable in his clothes. He contemplates going downstairs but decides to stay put, knowing it would only fuel her sassiness.

Hattie, Oscar's sister, steps into the kitchen with a cheerful smile on her face. "Good morning," she greets, her voice sing-song and cheerful. She looks at Y/n, taking in her disheveled appearance with an amused expression.

Hattie notices the oversized shirt Y/n is wearing and raises an eyebrow, a sly grin on her face. "Is that Scar's shirt you're wearing?" she asks, her voice dripping with curiosity.

Y/n blushes at her observation, feeling a bit embarrassed to be caught in her current state. "Uh, yeah… it is," she admits, her voice shy.

Hattie grins widely, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I knew it!" she exclaims, obviously amused by the situation. "You're practically swimming in it. It looks like you're wearing a tent."

Y/n laughs, feeling a bit self-conscious about how oversized the shirt is on her small frame. "Yeah, it's a bit big on me," she admits, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

Hattie chuckles as she leaves Y/n alone in the kitchen, clearly enjoying the interaction. Her departure leaves Y/n standing by herself, still holding a glass of water and feeling a bit exposed in the oversized shirt.

She takes a small sip from the glass, trying to calm her nerves. The silence in the kitchen is deafening, her thoughts racing with self-consciousness. She glances towards the stairs, wondering if she should go back upstairs or stay here.

Before she can make a decision, footsteps sound from above, growing louder as someone descends the stairs. Y/n turns her head towards the sound, her heart rate quickening with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

She realizes it's Oscar coming down the stairs, and her heart skips a beat as he enters the kitchen. His eyes immediately land on her, his gaze roaming over her frame, taking in the sight of her wearing his shirt.

Oscar walks towards Y/n, a soft smile spreading across his face. He stands in front of her, his eyes roaming over her petite form, the way her hair is a tangled mess around her shoulders, and the way his shirt hangs on her.

He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle. "You look adorable in my shirt," he says, his voice low and affectionate.

His eyes linger on the collar of the shirt, the way it hangs off her left shoulder, revealing a glimpse of her bare skin. He can't help the possessive streak that runs through him, the knowledge that she's wearing his shirt makes him feel a sense of pride and desire.

Y/n returns his smile, her heart fluttering in her chest at his affectionate gaze. She feels a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze, but at the same time, she's also strangely pleased that she's able to provoke such a reaction in him.

She reaches up and fiddles with the hem of the shirt, fidgeting with the fabric as she tries to hide her nervousness.

Oscar's eyes track her fingers as they fidget with the hem of the shirt, his mind going to less-than-innocent places. He steps closer, invading her personal space, his body nearly pressing against hers.

He leans down, his head coming to rest on her shoulder. He breathes in her scent, his nose nuzzling into the crook of her neck. The proximity between them is intimate, his body heat enveloping her.

Their moment is interrupted as Y/n's mother walks into the kitchen, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight before her. Y/n and Oscar quickly straighten up, both feeling a bit sheepish to be caught in such an intimate position.

Y/n's mother raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, good morning, you two," she says, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "I see you're both up and… cozy."

Y/n feels her cheeks flush as her mom glances from her to Oscar, her knowing gaze missing nothing. Oscar, on the other hand, looks a bit sheepish, his cheeks slightly pink. He clears his throat and attempts to put some distance between them, but it's a bit too late to make things look innocent.

Y/n's mother grins, clearly enjoying the situation. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she says, her tone laced with amusement. She heads over to the coffee maker, preparing her morning cup. "Don't mind me. Just continue what you were doing."

She shoots her mom a mortified look, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She glances at Oscar, hoping he'll say something to diffuse the situation, but he looks just as embarrassed as she feels. They both stand there awkwardly, trying to appear casual while under her mom's watchful eye.

Y/n's mom pours herself a cup of coffee, taking a sip before turning back to them. "You know," she says, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "That shirt looks awfully big on you, Y/n. Where'd you get it?"

Y/n's cheeks burn even hotter as her mom's words hit home. She knows her mom has already figured out Oscar is the source of the oversized shirt. She darts a guilty glance at Oscar, then looks away, unable to meet either her mom's or his gaze.

Oscar looks sheepishly at the ground, his mind searching for something, anything, to say to break the tension. But he's at a loss for words, feeling like he's been caught red-handed. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Y/n's mom watches their embarrassed reactions, clearly amused by the situation. She grins at the both of them, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "Don't worry, I won't tell your father," she says, taking another sip from her coffee cup. "But maybe try to be a little less obvious next time, huh?"

Y/n's shoulders sag with relief at her mom's words. She shoots her a grateful look, silently thanking her for being understanding. Oscar, on the other hand, lets out a relieved breath, grateful that the whole thing didn't escalate further. But he can't help feeling a bit embarrassed that they were so easily caught in such an intimate moment by her mother.

Y/n's mom exits the kitchen, a smirk still on her face. Once she's gone, the kitchen falls into an awkward silence. Y/n and Oscar stand there, their bodies still close to each other, but neither of them knows what to say. The intimacy of the moment earlier is now replaced by a sense of embarrassment and mild mortification.

Oscar breaks the silence, his voice low. "Well, that's the second time we've been caught," he mutters, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "We really need to work on being more discreet."

Y/n snickers at his comment, amused despite their embarrassing situation. "Yeah, apparently we suck at being sneaky," she replies, a smirk on her face. "We might need to invest in some ninja lessons."

Oscar laughs at her response, the embarrassment from before slowly fading. "Yeah, or at least wear more camouflage-friendly clothes," he teases, gesturing to the oversized shirt she's wearing. "That thing's like a giant 'Property of Oscar' billboard."

Y/n laughs, gently swatting his arm with her hand. "Hey, this shirt's comfortable," she defends, running her fingers over the soft fabric. "And it smells like you… which is nice."

Oscar's expression softens at her words, the possessiveness flaring up again at the knowledge that she's wearing his shirt, his scent enveloping her. He reaches out and tugs on the end of one of the too-long sleeves, a playful grin on his face.

"It looks good on you," he says, his voice suddenly lower, his gaze lingering on her frame. "But I gotta admit… I prefer it off."

Y/n blushes at his words, her heart rate quickening with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She playfully smacks his arm again, trying to play it cool, but she can't help the shiver that runs down her spine at his suggestive implication.

Oscar grins at her reaction, clearly pleased with himself for making her blush. He steps closer, invading her personal space once again. He reaches out and tugs on the hem of the shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin. "You know… it'd be really tempting to just pull this shirt right off of you," he murmurs, his voice low and suggestive.

Y/n tries to act coy, but she can't help the fluttering in her chest as his words send a jolt of excitement through her. She jokingly jabs a finger into his chest, feigning a stern expression. "Hey, don't even think about it," she warns, her voice firm but with a hint of playfulness. "We just got caught by my mom, remember? We can't be doing stuff in the kitchen now."

Oscar grins at her faux-stern demeanor, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're no fun," he teases, feigning a pout. "But… you're right. Your mom would probably kill me if she walked in on us in the middle of… well, you know."

Y/n laughs, shaking her head at his shamelessness. "Yeah, I'd rather not have you die a painful death today," she replies, rolling her eyes. "Let's focus on something less mortifying, like breakfast maybe?"

Oscar hums, considering their options. "How about we head over to your Nonna Chiara's café for breakfast?" he suggests, a smile on his face. "I could go for some coffee right now."

Y/n's face lights up at the suggestion. "Ooh, that sounds great!" she says, her taste buds already anticipating the delectable pastries and rich espresso the café is known for. "I could definitely go for a mocha and a muffin right now."

Y/n laughs along with Oscar, both of them feeling excited about their morning plans. "Alright," she says, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Give me ten minutes to freshen up, and I'll meet you in the living room."

Oscar nods in agreement, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before she excuses herself to go prepare. He watches her go, admiring the sight of her in his shirt before turning to go get ready himself.

Sunday, 7:52 AM

The ten minutes pass quickly, and soon enough, Oscar finds himself waiting in the living room, checking the time on his phone. He runs his hand through his hair in anticipation, looking forward to the morning out with Y/n at Nonna Chiara's café.

As he waits, he glances around the room, his eyes roaming over the family photos on the walls and various trinkets scattered here and there. It's a cozy, comfortable space, but he's impatient to get going, eager to spend some time alone with Y/n.

Just as he starts to wonder if she's taking too long, Y/n emerges from the hallway, looking refreshed and ready to go. She sports a pair of jeans and a light jacket to ward off the morning chill. Her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, and a playful smile graces her lips.

"Sorry for the wait," she says, not looking sorry at all. "Ready to go?"

Oscar takes in her appearance, his eyes scanning over her in appreciation. She looks lovely, as usual, but there's something extra about seeing her in his clothes that makes his heart skip a beat.

"Yeah," he replies, his voice betraying a hint of impatience. "Let's get going. I'm starving."

He stands up from the sofa, shoving his phone into his pocket. He crosses the room to her side, his hand instinctively reaching for her waist to guide her towards the door.

Y/n grins at his eagerness, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Someone's hungry," she teases, batting his hand away from her waist. "And impatient, as usual."

She steps away from his reach, heading towards the front door. As she passes him, she brushes a hand across his chest, her touch feather-light.

Oscar suppresses a grumble at her teasing, the brief contact of her hand on his chest making him want to pull her back to him. He's tempted to grab her and press her against him, but he holds himself back, knowing they need to get going before they do something they'd regret.

He follows her to the door, his gaze focused on the sway of her hips in her jeans. He swallows hard as he imagines pulling her closer, his hands on her hips, his lips against her neck…

Y/n can feel his gaze on her back, the intensity of his thoughts almost palpable in the air. She glances at him over her shoulder, catching him staring, and smirks.

"Keep your hands to yourself, Oz," she teases, her tone light but with a hint of warning.

Once outside, Y/n and Oscar head towards Y/n's car parked in the driveway. Before they reach the vehicle, Oscar swoops in front of her and grabs the keys from her hand.

"I'll drive," he says, a smirk on his face as he unlocks the car.

Y/n lets out a huff, feigning annoyance at his audacity. She crosses her arms over her chest, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're so bossy," she accuses, but there's no real heat behind her words.

Oscar grins as he opens the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in. "And you love it," he responds, his tone cocky but with a hint of affection.

Y/n rolls her eyes, but she can't deny the truth in his words. She climbs into the seat, muttering under her breath about his bossy tendencies. But as he closes the door and walks around to the driver's side, she can't help the flutter of her heart at his gentlemanly gesture.

Once he's in the driver's seat, he glances over at her, the mischievous gleam in his eye. He starts the car, the engine purring to life.

"Seatbelt," he instructs, his voice low and commanding.

Y/n lets out a scoff, but she complies, pulling the seatbelt across her chest and buckling it. She crosses her arms again, feigning irritation at his tone but secretly enjoying the authoritative way he speaks to her.

As Oscar pulls out of the driveway and merges onto the road, a comfortable silence settles between them. He lets one hand rest casually on the gearshift, his fingers tapping out a steady rhythm against the leather.

Y/n looks out the window, watching the scenery pass by in a blur of colors. The silence in the car isn't uncomfortable, but there's a tension hanging in the air between them, an unspoken anticipation of what's to come once they arrive at the café.

As they drive, Oscar glances over at her every so often, admiring her profile and the way the sunlight streaming through the window kisses her skin. He wants to say something, to fill the silence with words of affection or dirty promises, but he knows that waiting is a part of the fun.

Y/n can feel his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze making her skin tingle. She steals a glance at him, her heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his eyes. She wants to act nonchalant, to pretend she doesn't feel his eyes on her, but she can't keep the hint of a smile off her face.

The drive doesn't take long, and soon enough, they're pulling into the parking lot near the familiar plaza. Oscar parks the car and turns off the engine, the sudden silence in the car deafening. He looks over at her, the tension rising between them.

Y/n unbuckles her seatbelt and turns to him, her heart beating faster as she meets his gaze. The silence in the car makes the sound of her own breathing seem loud, and she can swear she can see his pulse pounding in his neck.

Oscar leans closer to her, his hand reaching out to grasp the back of her neck. He pulls her towards him, his voice a whisper.

"We don't have to go in just yet, you know." Oscar grins, his eyes darkening as he gazes at her.

His fingers trail down the side of her neck, the caress gentle but possessive. He leans a little closer, his lips hovering near hers. "I can think of a few things we can do in the car."

Y/n laughs softly at his suggestion, the sound filled with a mix of amusement and desire.

"You're impossible," she teases, even as her heart hammers in her chest. "We're in public, remember? You'll just have to control yourself for a little while longer."

Oscar's hand drops from her neck, and he leans back in his seat, his expression a mask of mock disappointment.

"You're no fun," he pouts, his tone whiny. "But I suppose you're right. Can't have those old ladies in the café seeing us get handsy in the car."

Y/n giggles at his pouting expression, finding his theatrics endearing. She reaches out and playfully swats his shoulder.

"Oh, stop being such a drama queen," she teases, her tone light. "You can survive a few hours without fucking me, I'm sure."

Oscar feigns offense at her words, his hand flying to his chest in a dramatic gesture. But there's a spark of heat in his eyes as he looks at her.

"Hours?" he asks, his tone exaggeratedly melodramatic. "You're going to make me suffer for hours, huh?"

Y/n laughs again, enjoying their playful banter. "I suppose I am," she replies, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You'll just have to find something else to occupy your mind. Like coffee and pastries."

As they leave the car and approach Nonna Chiara's cafe, the scent of freshly brewed espresso and pastries wafts out from the open doors. The cafe is situated in a quaint building, painted a soft yellow with a green awning over the entrance. Inside, patrons sit at tables chatting and sipping their morning drinks, creating a lively atmosphere.

Oscar opens the door for Y/n, gesturing for her to go in first. As they step inside, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods fills their senses, their mouths immediately watering in anticipation. A bell jingles above their head, signaling their arrival, and a few people glance up before returning to their conversations.

As they step up to the register, they find Nonna Chiara standing behind the counter, smiling warmly at them. The elderly woman is wearing a white apron dusted with flour, and her hair is pulled back into a neat bun. She greets them in her lilting Italian accent.

"Buongiorno!" she says, eyes sparkling. "I hoped you would be coming by today."

Nonna Chiara looks at them both, taking in their casual attire and the way they stand close together. She smiles knowingly.

"Is it just the two of you today?" she asks, a hint of mirth in her voice.

Nonna Chiara's expression brightens at Y/n's as she nods her head yes, and her eyes dart between the two of them.

"Ah, I see," she says, a knowing smile on her lips. "I was hoping the young lady who enjoyed my tiramisu would return."

Nonna Chiara chuckles along with them, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She takes down their orders, jotting them down on a small notepad. Y/n and Oscar place their order, their mouths watering at the thought of the pastries and coffee they're about to enjoy.

Once they've placed their orders, Oscar looks around the cafe, taking in the cozy atmosphere. It's the kind of place they could spend hours in, sipping coffee and talking about everything and nothing at all.

Daniel brings their food out to them. He places the food on the table with a smile before doing a double take as he spots Oscar and Y/n. His jaw drops slightly, clearly surprised to see them here together.

He manages to collect himself quickly, but it's clear he's trying to process this unexpected turn of events. He glances over at Nonna Chiara, who smiles innocently, clearly enjoying the young man's confusion.

"Uh, enjoy your food," Daniel manages to say, his voice a little shaky. He gives one more incredulous look before walking back to the counter, clearly bewildered by the sight of Y/n and Oscar.

Daniel nods awkwardly, still clearly confused, and walks back to the counter. Nonna Chiara watches the exchange with a satisfied smile, clearly pleased that she managed to surprise Daniel.

Y/n notices Daniel whispering to Nonna Chiara, their heads close together. She can't hear what they're saying, but it's clear they're talking about her and Oscar. Nonna Chiara glances over, catching Y/n's eye and giving her a wink, clearly amused by the situation.

As they dig into their food, Y/n chuckles at the sight of Daniel's bewilderment. She can only imagine what Nonna Chiara has told him about them, and she's amused by the effect it's having on her poor uncle.

Oscar, oblivious to the gossip at the counter, is busy enjoying his food. He chews slowly, savoring every bite. Occasionally, he glances at Y/n, noticing her chuckling under her breath.

Once they've finished their meal, Y/n and Oscar make their way to the counter to pay. Nonna Chiara is standing there, still sporting a satisfied smile on her face. Behind her, Daniel is still trying to process what he's just witnessed, still looking bewildered.

As Y/n hands over the money, Nonna Chiara leans in with a sly smile on her lips. She whispers in Y/n's ear, her voice too low for Oscar to hear.

"Looks like he's your boyfriend this time around," she says, her tone approving. "I can see the way he looks at you. Like you're the only one in the room."

Y/n blushes at Nonna Chiara's words, her heart fluttering at the thought of Oscar looking at her like that. She glances back at him, and sure enough, he's watching her with a warm, affectionate gaze.

Nonna Chiara chuckles, noticing Y/n's blush and the look on Oscar's face. "Young love," she says, patting Y/n's hand gently. "It's a beautiful thing. Just remember to hold onto each other tight, okay?"

Y/n nods, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and tenderness at Nonna Chiara's words. She can't help but feel touched by the older woman's wisdom and affection.

Nonna Chiara looks at Y/n with a twinkle in her eye, her mind already forming a plan. She smiles warmly and asks, "By the way, do you remember that old cottage me and Daniel fixed up a while back? The one we turned into an Airbnb?"

Y/n nods, recalling the quaint cottage Nonna Chiara is referring to. "Yeah, I remember," she says, her curiosity piqued by the older woman's question. "What about it?"

Nonna Chiara leans in again, her voice low and conspiratorial. "You know, I've got a little secret for you," she whispers. "If you and that handsome boyfriend of yours ever want some time alone, you can always stay at that cottage. Daniel and I haven't rented it out yet.

Y/n's heart leaps at the suggestion, her mind immediately filled with possibilities - both the innocent and not-so-innocent. Spending time with Oscar in a cozy cottage, tucked away from the world, sounds like a dream come true.

She glances back at Oscar, who's engaged in a conversation with Daniel. The idea of spending a night away with him, no distractions, no interruptions, is incredibly tempting.

Nonna Chiara notices the look in Y/n's eyes and smiles, clearly pleased with the idea she's planted in the young woman's mind. "Something to think about, no?" she says, her voice knowing.

Y/n can only nod, her mind already running through the various scenarios that could play out in the secluded cottage. The thought of being alone with Oscar, their worries and responsibilities far away, makes her heart race with excitement.

Nonna Chiara leans in once more, her hand gripping Y/n's arm gently. "If you ever decide to take me up on my offer," she says, her voice a soft murmur, "just remember, the key's under the flower pot with the red chrysanthemums." She gives Y/n a wink before stepping back, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Y/n nods again, committing the location of the key to memory. She glances over at Oscar and Daniel, who are still engaged in conversation. The idea of having a secret retreat, a place just for the two of them, is intoxicating.

She can't wait to tell Oscar about the cottage, to see the look in his eyes when she tells him about the possibility of spending time together in seclusion. The anticipation is already making her pulse race.

Y/n thanks Nonna Chiara for the information and rejoins Oscar, her heart filled with giddy excitement at the prospect of a romantic getaway.

As they leave the cafe, Y/n and Oscar step out into the warm sunshine, strolling arm in arm down the cobblestone square. They wander past little boutique shops and cafes, the air filled with the chatter of passersby and the sound of soft music spilling out of open doors. The atmosphere is relaxed and peaceful, and Y/n can feel the tension leaving her body as they walk.

They window shop together, browsing through the wares in the store windows. From time to time, Oscar will stop to point out something that catches his eye, and Y/n will laugh and tease him about his questionable taste. But really, she's enjoying every moment they spend together, soaking in his company and his presence like a warm, comforting blanket.

As they stroll along, Y/n glances up at Oscar and takes a deep breath. She turns to him, a sly smile on her face. "Hey, you know what Nonna Chiara said to me before we left the cafe?"

Oscar looks down at her, his brow furrowing slightly in curiosity. "I have a feeling you're about to tell me," he replies, his tone amused. "What did she say?"

Y/n grins, excitement bubbling up in her chest. "She told me that if we ever wanted to have some alone time, we could stay at this cottage she and Daniel renovated as an Airbnb," she explains. "It's secluded, cozy... perfect for some alone time if you ask me."

Oscar's eyes light up at the mention of the cottage. He can't help but feel intrigued by the idea of spending time alone with Y/n in a secluded cottage. The more he thinks about it, the more appealing it becomes.

"Seriously?" he asks, a hint of desire in his voice. "That sounds amazing. I'd love to have some time alone with you, away from everything and everyone."

Y/n grins at Oscar's enthusiasm, but she quickly sobers up as she reminds him of their predicament. "Yeah, it sounds great, but we'll need a good excuse if we're going to actually go," she says, her tone slightly sheepish. "How are we going to justify spending multiple days at a secluded cottage without raising any eyebrows?"

Oscar ponders for a moment, his fingers tapping against his chin thoughtfully. He knows Y/n's right - they'll need a good explanation if they want to spend time together in secret. He racks his brain for a plausible excuse, his frustration growing as his mind goes blank.

"Damn it, why is it so hard to plan?" Oscar mutters, his frustration creeping into his voice. "I can't think of a single excuse that won't look suspicious as hell."

Y/n reaches out and pats his arm soothingly. "Don't worry, we'll think of something," she says, though she can feel a hint of worry creeping into her own heart. They need a solid plan if they're going to successfully pull this off.

They continue walking, silently contemplating their options. They need an explanation that will hold up to scrutiny but also won't give away the true nature of their trip. It's a fine line to walk, and they both know it.

Y/n's eyebrows shoot up as a thought suddenly occurs to her. She turns to Oscar, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Wait, I've got it. I have an idea."

Y/n glances up at Oscar, her face breaking into a sly smile. "Okay, here's my idea," she says, excitement in her voice. "We'll tell our parents that Nonna Chiara needs our help with some last-minute renovations at the cottage. She can't find anyone else, and we're the only ones she can depend on. It's a great excuse, don't you think."

Y/n continues, her mind racing with all the possibilities. "And the best part is, if the forecast calls for rain tomorrow night, we can say we got caught in the storm and had to stay the night. They'll have no reason to doubt us, and we'll have a perfect excuse for being there together."

Oscar nods, his face lighting up as he realizes how perfect the plan is. It's simple, believable, and gives them exactly the cover they need. He grins at Y/n, impressed with her quick thinking.

"That's brilliant," he says, admiration in his voice. "They'll never suspect a thing. And if we happen to get stuck there for more than one night... well, that's just a happy coincidence, right?"

Y/n laughs, her heart racing with excitement at the prospect of their secret getaway. The pieces are falling into place, and she can almost feel the peace and comfort of the secluded cottage already. She grins up at Oscar, feeling like they're one step closer to their romantic retreat.

Oscar grins as he swings his arm over Y/n's shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He plants a quick, affectionate kiss on her cheek, his lips warm and soft against her skin. Y/n's heart skips a beat at the gesture, a blush creeping up her neck.

"What was that for?" she teases, her voice filled with playful curiosity.

Oscar laughs with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Oh, nothing," he says, feigning innocence. "Just felt like it, that's all."

Y/n rolls her eyes, shaking her head but unable to suppress her smile. "Uh-huh, sure," she replies, pretending to act annoyed. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"

Oscar grins wider at her teasing, his arm tightening around her shoulders. "What can I say? You're too irresistible," he replies, his voice dripping with mock arrogance. "I can't help myself."

Y/n and Oscar stroll into the quaint vintage vinyl shop, the smell of old records and musty paper filling their noses. Rows and rows of records line the walls, each one meticulously organized and waiting for a new home. The air is filled with the soft sound of jazz music playing from a worn-in record player.

Y/n's eyes light up as she takes in the scene, the nostalgia washing over her like a wave. She loves the feel of vinyl, the weight of the records in her hands, the way the needle scratching the surface creates a sound that can't be replicated digitally.

She heads over to the jazz section, her fingers skimming over the spines of the records, reading the titles with a smile. Oscar follows close behind, his own eyes scanning the selection. He pulls out a record, examining it with interest.

Oscar's gaze falls on a worn copy of Double Fantasy by John Lennon. He lifts it gently from the shelf, the sleeve cover tattered and faded. He turns it over in his hands, admiring the track listing on the back.

"Hey, look at this," he says, holding up the record for Y/n to see. "It's Double Fantasy. Do you know this album?"

Y/n glances over, her face lighting up at the sight of the record. "Of course," she replies. "John Lennon, 1980. It's got all the hits on it. Hard Times Are Over, I'm Losing You, and of course, Beautiful Boy. It's a classic."

Oscar nods in agreement, his finger tracing over the track listing. "Yeah, it's a masterpiece. Lennon was a genius, there's no denying that." He puts the record back on the shelf, his eyes continuing to scan the other titles.

Y/n watches him with a smile, happy to see him so engrossed in the music. She glances over at the jazz section, her eyes dancing over the titles until she spots a familiar one. She picks it up, holding it reverently in her hands.

She lifts the copy of A Love Supreme by John Coltrane, its cover battered and worn from years of being loved. She runs her fingers over the title, her heart swelling with a sense of nostalgia.

"A Love Supreme," she says, her voice filled with awe. "My dad used to play this album all the time when I was a kid. It always felt like a spiritual experience, listening to it. I haven't heard it in years."

Oscar chuckles, still holding onto the John Lennon vinyl. "Looks like we both have a thing for the classics," he says, gesturing to the John Coltrane record in Y/n's hands.

Y/n looks at the John Lennon vinyl in Oscar's hands, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Hey, we should totally recreate the album cover," she says, her voice filled with excitement. "It'll be so corny, but so fun. C'mon, let's do it."

Oscar laughs, amused by her suggestion. "You want to recreate the album cover? Really? That's cheesy as hell."

Y/n grins, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Exactly. It's so cheesy it's irresistible. Please, please, pretty please?" She bats her eyelashes exaggeratedly, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Oscar rolls his eyes, pretending to act put upon, but he's secretly finding her begging adorable. He can never refuse her anything. "Fine, fine," he says, giving in. "Let's do it."

Y/n places her phone atop a nearby shelf, angling it so that the front-facing camera is aimed toward them. She sets the timer, giving them just a few seconds to strike a pose.

Y/n quickly holds the John Lennon vinyl up in front of their faces, trying to mimic the iconic album cover. Meanwhile, Oscar only looks at her in confusion, realizing what she's doing but not having enough time to react. The camera snaps the picture just as Oscar's face registers surprise, and Y/n laughs at the ridiculous end result.

As they laugh at the ridiculous photo, Y/n realizes that she didn't execute her plan as she intended. She quickly explains that she meant for them to pose behind the vinyl, so it looks like they're kissing in the picture. Oscar chuckles, shaking his head in amusement at her mistake. "You mean like this?" he says, taking the vinyl from her and holding it up between them, leaning in close with a playful grin on his face.

Y/n grins, nodding her head in agreement. "Yes, exactly like that," she says, her heart racing with anticipation. She steps closer to him, their bodies nearly touching as he holds the vinyl up between them.

She sets up the phone again, readjusting the angle to capture the perfect shot. She presses the shutter button, feeling a flutter in her chest as she waits for the camera to snap the picture. The vinyl obscures their faces, leaving their heads just barely visible behind them, creating the illusion of a coy kiss.

As their faces hide behind the vinyl, Oscar takes advantage of the moment and impulsively leans in, pressing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. Y/n's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly melts into the kiss, savoring the feeling of his lips against hers.

Time seems to stand still as they share a tender, secret moment behind the album cover. Oscar's hand moves to the small of her back, pulling her closer, while Y/n's fingers find his hair, tangling in the soft strands.

As they pulled away from the kiss, Y/n burst into laughter, her heart pounding in her chest. The idea of trying to recreate the album cover had been silly enough, but Oscar's impulsive kiss had taken it to a whole new level. She can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Oscar grins at the sound of her laughter, his heart swelling with affection. He couldn't deny that he had been feeling impulsive, but the fact that she found their little moment so amusing only made it more special to him. He watches her, enjoying the way her eyes shine with laughter and the way her cheeks flush pink.

As her laughter dies down, Y/n playfully smacks Oscar's arm. "You sneaky little devil," she says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably due to her wide grin. "I was trying to recreate the album cover, and you go and kiss me instead."

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Sunday, 1:19 PM

Oscar and Y/n eventually pull themselves away from the vinyl records, their arms laden with bags filled with vintage gems. They exit the quaint shop and step outside into the warm sunlight. Checking their watches, they realize it's already a little after 1pm.

Y/n looks at Oscar, feeling a pang of disappointment that their little adventure had to come to an end. "We should probably head back," she says, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Oscar nods, his expression mirroring her disappointment. "Yeah, I guess so," he replies, slinging a bag over his shoulder. "But this was fun, right?"

Oscar and Y/n walk back to the car, their footsteps in sync as they retrace their path. The sun beats down on them, but the warmth of the summer air is a pleasant contrast to the coolness of the vinyl shop. They toss their newfound treasures into the trunk, sighing in satisfaction at a perfect afternoon well spent.

Oscar climbs into the driver's seat and keys the ignition, the engine roaring to life. He glances over at Y/n, a smile on his face as he starts the journey back home.

The drive back is filled with easy conversation and the hum of the engine, the sun beating down on them through the windows. Every now and then, Oscar reaches over to hold Y/n's hand, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. Every moment feels precious and fleeting.

Y/n rests her head against the window, feeling content and at peace. She gazes out at the passing scenery, watching the trees and houses pass by as they make their way back. Every so often, she steals a glance at Oscar, her heart swelling with affection for the boy sitting beside her.

Suddenly, Oscar makes a turn that Y/n doesn't recognize, causing her heart to skip a beat. She looks at him with a puzzled expression, a hint of unease in her voice.

"Where are we going?" she asks, her voice slightly shaky.

Oscar chuckles warmly, noticing the nervousness in her tone. "Don't worry," he reassures her, his hand covering hers comfortingly. "I just want to take us on a little detour before we head back."

Oscar pulls the car to a stop atop a secluded hill, the view of the city sprawling before them in all its glory. The sun casts a golden hue over the landscape, the buildings and trees bathed in the warm light. Y/n gazes out of the car window, her eyes wide in wonder and curiosity at the unexpected turn of events.

Oscar kills the engine and turns to Y/n with a smile. "Come on," he says, his voice filled with excitement. "There's something I want to show you."

Y/n's heart thumps in her chest as she unbuckles her seatbelt and steps out of the car, following Oscar's lead. The air is warm and a little bit crisp, carrying the scent of wildflowers and open space. The soft sound of crickets chirping in the nearby bushes accompanies their footsteps as they make their way to the edge of the hill.

Y/n walks beside Oscar, her hand finding his as they approach the edge of the bluff. The view is even more breathtaking from here, the city lights twinkling below them like a sea of stars. But Y/n senses there's something more, something that Oscar is leading her to.

Oscar stops at the edge of the bluff and looks out at the view, a contemplative look on his face. "It's probably not the most ideal time to be up here," he muses aloud. "The sun's beating down pretty hard, and there's no shade. But the view is worth it, don't you think?"

Oscar turns to Y/n, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I actually stumbled upon this place while I was out on my run a few days ago," he reveals. "I thought it was too beautiful not to share with you."

Y/n gazes at Oscar, a mix of admiration and surprise on her face. "I can't believe I've never found this place before," she says, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I've been going to Italy every summer for as long as I can remember, and yet I've never stumbled upon this spot." Her eyes widen as she takes in the breathtaking view once again, feeling like she's seeing Italy in a whole new light.

But as she turns back to Oscar, her disappointment fades, replaced by a sense of gratitude. "I'm glad you found it," she says quietly. "And I'm glad you wanted to share it with me."

Oscar wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his side. "I couldn't keep it to myself," he says, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Especially since I knew you'd appreciate it as much as I do."

Y/n leans into his embrace, feeling a flutter in her heart. The warmth of his touch chases away any lingering disappointment, and she feels a rush of gratitude for the boy standing beside her. The sun's rays cast a warm glow over their bodies, the heat of the day mixing with the heat of their affection.

They stand there in silence for a while, simply enjoying the beauty of their surroundings and the closeness of one another. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees mixes with the distant hum of the city, creating a peaceful melody that envelops them both in a cozy bubble of comfort.

Y/n looks up at Oscar, her eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and admiration. She can't believe how lucky she is to be here, experiencing this moment with him. And as she takes in his profile - the sun casting a golden halo around his messy hair, the way his eyes gleam with contentment - she feels her heart skip a beat.

As if sensing her gaze, Oscar turns to her, his eyes meeting hers. He smiles, a soft, warm smile that makes her heart flutter. There's something unspoken in his gaze, a depth of feeling that sends a wave of heat rushing through her body.

Oscar gazes down at Y/n, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her hair is tousled by the wind, her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink, and she looks so damn beautiful. He wants to tell her how he feels, how much she means to him, but the words catch in his throat.

Sunday, 6:38 PM

The family is gathered around the dinner table, the delicious scent of home-cooked food filling the air. There's laughter and chatter, and everyone seems at ease as they enjoy the meal together.

Y/n sits next to Oscar, her heart still thrumming with excitement from their time at the bluff. She sneaks glances at him throughout the meal, a smile on her lips every time their eyes meet. The memory of their time alone on hill keeps replaying in her mind, filling her with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

As the dinner nears its end, Y/n clears her throat and turns to the rest of the family, her voice cutting through the pleasant chatter. "By the way," she begins, her tone casual yet purposeful, "Nonna Chiara mentioned needing some help with a few renovations around that old cottage they had." The mention of renovations sparks some murmurs of curiosity among the family members.

Y/n's dad, overhearing the mention of renovations, interjects with a curious tone. "What exactly does she need help with?" he asks, pushing his plate aside and giving her his full attention.

Oscar seizes the opportunity to speak up, his voice confident and casual. "Yeah, Nonna Chiara asked us about helping with some stuff around the cottage," he says, his eyes flickering to Y/n for a moment before returning to Y/n's dad. "She needs some painting done, and some shelves in the kitchen need to be set up."

Y/n chimes in, her voice a little bit nervous but steady. "Yeah, Nonna Chiara specifically asked me and Oscar to help out with some things," she says, her gaze bouncing between her dad and the rest of the family, who is listening intently.

Y/n's words draw the family's attention, and a few curious looks are exchanged between them. The mention of Y/n and Oscar working together piques their interest, and it seems like the conversation is about to shift towards something more intriguing.

Y/n's mom, always observant, smiles at Y/n with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Oh, really?" she asks, her tone casual yet interested. "Just the two of you, huh?"

Y/n nods at her mom, trying not to let any nervousness show on her face. "Yeah, Nonna Chiara said she wanted us to work on it together," she replies, keeping her tone light and nonchalant. "I guess she thought we could get it done faster that way."

The family members exchange a few more glances, the implications of Y/n and Oscar working together not going unnoticed. But before anyone can comment further, Y/n's dad speaks up, his voice practical and pragmatic.

Y/n's dad, always protective of his daughter, gives a slight cough and clears his throat. "Well," he says, his tone a mixture of concern and curiosity, "I suppose it's good that Nonna Chiara's got some projects for you. But, uh, I trust that Oscar will be a perfect gentleman during this little renovation project, you hear me?"

The others chuckle at Y/n's dad's protective comment, knowing that he's half-joking but also half-serious. Y/n rolls her eyes a bit, used to her dad's overprotectiveness, but she can't help the amused smile that playing at the corners of her lips.

Oscar, picking up on Y/n's dad's undertones, nods in agreement. "Of course," he assures him, his voice serious yet light. "I'll be on my best behavior. Wouldn't want to upset Nonna Chiara, or worse, you."

Y/n's mom, always the lighthearted one, can't help but let out a warm, amused laugh at the exchange. "Oh, stop it, you two," she chides them, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "I'm sure Oscar will treat Y/n with nothing but respect."

The table erupts into laughter and chatter again, the momentary tension dissipated by Y/n's mom's jest. The conversation transitions back to more lighthearted topics, but the thought of Y/n and Oscar working together on Nonna Chiara's renovations remains at the back of everyone's minds. Especially Y/n's father.

Sunday, 10:31 PM

Y/n was in her room, singing her heart out to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry while going through her nighttime skincare routine. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and her skin gleamed with a healthy, radiant glow. She moved with a graceful ease as she applied her moisturizers and serums, the lyrics of the song flowing from her lips effortlessly.

As she splashed water on her face and looked into the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a little silly for singing aloud, but the music and the familiar routine of her skincare routine brought her a sense of comfort and relaxation. The sound of her own voice, singing along to the cheerful tune, echoed softly off the walls of her room, adding a bit of warmth and joy to the otherwise quiet night.

Y/n finishes applying her last moisturizer and reaches for her phone on the vanity table. As she picks it up and taps the screen, she notices a notification of a new text from an unknown number.

Y/n quickly edits the contact name to "AA oz 🐨" a small smile playing on her lips as she types it in. She can't help but feel a warmth in her chest at the realization that it was actually Oscar who had texted her, despite the unexpected number. With a mix of excitement and anticipation, she continues the conversation, typing a little bit faster than before.

Y/n had just finished texting Oscar goodnight, a small smile lingering on her lips as she placed her phone back on the nightstand. But as she turned towards the sound of the knock on the door, her heart skipped a beat, a mixture of anticipation and surprise rushing through her. She looks at the door, wondering who could be standing on the other side at this late hour.

Y/n takes a deep breath, her heart beating a little faster, and walks towards the door. Her mind is racing with possibilities, wondering why or why someone is here at her door so late at night. With a slight shaky hand, she grabs the handle and opens it, revealing Oscar standing on the other side.

Oscar walks in, a warm smile on his face as he settles on the edge of Y/n's bed. He looks around the room, taking in the soft lighting and the personal touches that make it distinctly hers. He then turns to her and gestures for her to sit down next to him.

Come on," he says, his voice slightly husky and filled with a gentle insistence. "You were telling me how you wanted to watch Mamma Mia, right? Well, I'm not leaving until we watch at least one movie. So get over here, come sit next to me."

Y/n chuckles at his persistence and slowly makes her way over to the bed, settling down next to him. The bed dips a little under their combined weight, and she's suddenly very aware of how close they are sitting to each other. She can smell his familiar scent, a subtle mixture of laundry detergent and his natural, masculine musk.

Y/n retrieves her laptop from the desk and turns back to Oscar, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "You better make yourself comfortable. We're in for a few hours of chick flicks." She climbs back onto the bed and pats the spot next to her. "And you might as well lay down. It'll be more comfortable for both of us."

Oscar smirks at her suggestion, a hint of teasing in his voice. "Ooh, I see what this is about. You just want an excuse to cuddle, don't you? Admit it, this is all just a ploy to get close to me." He playfully gives her a gentle nudge with his shoulder, his eyes filled with lighthearted banter.

Y/n laughs and playfully shoves him back, her cheeks flushing slightly as she tries to hide her reaction to his tease. "Oh, shut up. You're the one who offered to watch a movie with me. And for your information, it's just so we can both be comfortable."

He chuckles and holds up his hands in mock surrender, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Alright, alright. I get it. It's purely for the sake of comfort, nothing more. You're the one who's being all cozy." Despite his teasing, he shifts and arranges his body more comfortably on the bed, his arm lightly brushing against hers as he does so.

Y/n and Oscar are both bundled up in soft blankets and propped comfortably against a small mountain of pillows. They're snuggled together, the laptop perched in front of them on their laps. The light from the screen dances across their faces, casting shadows and highlights in the dimly lit room.

Monday, 12:40 AM

As the the third movie of the night plays, Y/n feels a wave of tiredness wash over her. The soft, cozy atmosphere, coupled with the warmth of Oscar's body beside hers and the comforting rhythm of his steady breathing, lull her to rest her head against his shoulder. Her hair brushes against his collarbone, her body relaxed and loose against his.

Oscar senses the slight weight of Y/n's head on his shoulder and looks down at her, a small, fond smile playing on his lips. He adjusts his position slightly, pulling her closer to him, so that she's more comfortable. One of his arms casually finds its way around her waist, pulling her into a half embrace as they continue watching the movie.

Y/n nuzzles her head into the crook of his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. The steady beat of his heart, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes - all of it is comforting and calming. The movie continues to play, the comedy and drama unfolding on the screen blending seamlessly with the quiet, intimate bubble they've created around themselves.

As the movie progresses, Y/n finds herself feeling more and more comfortable and drowsy, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. The warmth of Oscar's body, the sound of his steady breathing, and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat all seem to merge into a soothing lullaby, pulling her towards the threshold of sleep.

As the movie ends and the room falls silent, Oscar glances down at Y/n and notices her eyes fluttering shut, her breathing becoming slow and even. He reaches over and gently closes her laptop, careful not to disturb her too much. Seeing her so calm and relaxed, snuggled against his shoulder, a small, tender smile forms on his lips.

Oscar carefully moves, removing his arm from around her waist and slowly lowering her head onto the pillow. He gazes down at her for a moment, a mixture of affection and tenderness in his eyes. Before leaving the room, he leans down, and gently plants a light, tender kiss on her forehead. He pulls the blanket up to her shoulders, tucking her in to further ensure her comfort and warmth as she sleeps.

Oscar stands there for a moment, just watching her sleep peaceful, the soft rise and fall of her chest. He leans down close to her ear and whispers, his voice barely above a hushed breath.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful. I'll see you in the morning."

As Oscar whispers to Y/n, he notices her stirring a little. Her lashes flutter slightly, and she lets out a soft huff, a subtle hint of response to his words. With a small smile, he gently smoothes back a stray strand of hair from her face, admiring her peaceful, sleeping form for another moment before quietly making his way out of the room.

Monday, 9:01 AM

The next morning, Y/n yawns and stretches, taking a moment to absorb the early rays of sunlight seeping through the curtains. Remembering the night before, she gets out of bed and quickly freshen up. Dressed in comfortable attire, she makes her way downstairs to the living room, her heart lightly drumming with anticipation as she waits for Oscar to appear.

She takes a seat on the couch, her eyes flickering towards the door every now and then, waiting for any sign of Oscar. She can't help but recall their late-night movie session and the warm, intimate moments they shared. A mixture of excitement and nervousness swirls in her stomach, making her fingers fidget with the loose thread on her sleeve as she waits impatiently.

As Oscar descends the stairs, he notices Y/n sitting on the couch, her eyes darting towards him. He smiles, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her waiting for him. In his hand, he carries a small bag, the soft sound of its contents rustling with each step.

He approaches her and greets her with a warm "good morning." His eyes rake over her, taking in the sight of her dressed casually, her hair slightly messy, but in a charming way. He tries to ignore the fact that seeing her like this, all sleepy and cute, makes his heart race just a bit faster.

Y/n stands, her own bag slung over her shoulder, and asks Oscar if he's ready to go. In response, he nods, a mix of excitement and anticipation shining in his eyes.

"Yep, I'm all set," he replies, a smile playing on his lips. "Let's go before Nonna Chiara gives us an earful for being late."

Y/n chuckles at Oscar's comment, the sound of her laughter filling the air. They head out towards the car, the early morning sun just starting to peek over the horizon.

As they reach the car, Oscar opens the passenger side door for Y/n, gesturing for her to get in. A playful smirk is on his lips, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "After you, Ma'am."

Y/n rolls her eyes at the nickname but can't help the small, amused smile that tugs at the corners of her lips. She gracefully slides into the car and settles into her seat, buckling her seatbelt as she does.

As they drive, Oscar glances over at Y/n, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. After a moment of comfortable silence, he speaks up, his voice casual but tinged with curiosity. "So, we're going to the market first, right? I just wanna make sure I remembered the plan correctly."

Y/n nods in confirmation, her eyes still on the scenery passing by outside the window.

"Yeah, that's right. We're stopping at the market first to pick up some supplies. After that, we head straight to the cottage," she replies, a slight note of excitement in her voice at the thought of the day ahead.

As the car continues, Y/n reaches for her phone and connects it to the car's sound system, a sly smile playing on her lips. She scrolls through her music library and taps on "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars. The soft, soulful melody fills the car, creating a soothing and romantic ambiance.

Oscar glances over at Y/n and smiles when he sees her singing along to the song playing through the car's speakers. Inspired, he joins in, his deep, smooth voice harmonizing with Y/n's in a sweet, unexpected duet.

They continue to sing together, the lyrics filled with heartfelt admiration and appreciation. Their voices blend effortlessly, each hitting the right notes and adding an extra layer of warmth to the atmosphere inside the car. The open road stretches out in front of them, the early morning sun casting long shadows as they sing their hearts out.

Occasionally, they throw each other glances, small grins on their faces as they share this moment, singing their favorite song together in the privacy of the car. Between verses, they burst out into laughter, their spirits high and playful, enjoying each other's company and the connection that the music and the journey together creates.

As the last notes of "Everybody Talks" by Neon Trees fade out, they pull into the parking lot of the marketplace. They park the car and unbuckled their seatbelts, the final strains of the song still lingering in the air.

Y/n grabs ahold of Oscar's hand, her grip firm and playful. A determined, excited expression on her face, she drags Oscar along with her towards the entrance of the marketplace.

She glances over her shoulder at Oscar, a smirk on her lips. She tugs at his hand again, their fingers intertwining as she urges him forward.

"C'mon, Oz," she playfully teases, her voice light and cheerful. "We've got a lot to get through, and we're on a tight schedule. Let's go."

She grins at his resigned expression and continues to pull him along, her energy and excitement infectious. The sun shines down on them as they make their way towards the entrance of the marketplace, the sounds of other shoppers and vendors providing a backdrop to their banter and laughter.

Y/n and Oscar weave through the marketplace, their hands still linked together as they make their way through the different stalls and vendors. They pick up fresh produce, fragrant spices, and other ingredients needed for the meals they'll be making later at Nonna Chiara's house. The air is filled with the bustle of shoppers, the aroma of various foods, and the hustle and bargaining of the market dealers.

He turns back to Y/n, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, guess what I got for you," he says, his voice teasing and deliberately trying to keep the bouquet hidden. He steps closer to her, his tall figure towering over hers as he looms there, his secret clutched behind his back.

Oscar smirks, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Aw, c'mon, don't you trust me?" he teases, his voice dripping with faux innocence. He moves the bouquet slightly behind his back, preventing her from catching a glimpse of the surprise.

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully, her suspicion growing but also tinged with excitement. She crosses her arms and pretends to act uninterested, raising an eyebrow as she looks at Oscar.

Oscar chuckles at her feigned indifference, clearly enjoying this little game of surprise he's playing. He steps closer, closing the gap between them, his tall frame towering over her. He leans in, his voice lowered to a whisper, his lips almost touching her ear.

"Close your eyes," he whispers, his warm breath fanning gently against her skin. His tone is soft yet commanding, leaving no room for disobedience.

Y/n, caught up in the moment, hesitates for a second before deciding to play along. She closes her eyes, her eyelids fluttering shut, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity coursing through her body.

With a satisfied smile, Oscar takes this chance to gently bring the hidden bouquet of sunflowers around from behind his back. He holds it in front of Y/n, the vibrant yellow flowers in full bloom, their petals almost glowing in the sunlight.

He takes her hand and places the bouquet in her palm, her fingers curling around the stems instinctively. He whispers softly, his voice barely above a breath, "Open your eyes."

Y/n slowly opens her eyes, her gaze falling on the bright, cheerful sunflowers now cradled in her hand. A small, surprised laugh escapes her lips, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the unexpected, yet sweet gesture.

Oscar watches her reaction closely, his heart pounding with anticipation. He studies her face, looking for any hint of disappointment or dislike, but instead, sees a wide grin spreading on her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Y/n looks down at the sunflowers, her fingers gently brushing against the soft petals. A soft, awestruck smile graces her lips as she glances up at Oscar, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude.

"You didn't have to do this," she whispers, her voice touched by his thoughtful gesture. "They're beautiful."

With a cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eye, Oscar admits, "Actually, I didn't pay for those yet." He laughs lightly and turns back towards the flower stall, which was conveniently located next to the produce store Y/n was browsing in. He approaches the vendor and pays for the bouquet of sunflowers, his smile lingering on his lips the entire time.

After a brief exchange with the florist, he returns to Y/n, the bouquet of sunflowers now officially paid for and officially hers. He hands them back to her with a playful shrug, as if it were only a minor detail.

Y/n accepts the bouquet back from Oscar, her fingers once again curling around the stems. She looks at him, her eyes shining with appreciation and fond exasperation.

"You're ridiculous," she says, her voice laced with affectionate amusement. "I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

The female florist, who's been watching the interaction between Y/n and Oscar, turns to her male produce vendor friend, a knowing smile playing on her lips. He's been witnessing the scene as well, and they exchange a look, their eyes sparkling with mirth.

The produce vendor lets out a soft chuckle and nods towards Y/n and Oscar. In a low voice, he comments to the florist, "They're adorable."

The florist nods in agreement, her eyes still on the couple. She adds, her voice hushed but full of warmth, "They have great chemistry. It's so obvious they really like each other."

As Y/n and Oscar move away from the stalls, they're blissfully unaware of the conversation happening behind them. The produce vendor and the florist continue discussing the couple, their voices hushed but filled with fondness.

The produce vendor leans closer and says, a hint of excitement in his voice, "I bet they're on a date. They'd make a great couple."

The florist nods, her eyes following the pair as they move away. She grins widely, clearly enjoying the speculation. "Definitely a date," she replies, her tone playful. "They've got that new couple energy going on."

Walking back towards the car, Y/n cradles the sunflowers in one hand while her other hand is still intertwined with Oscar's. They make their way through the bustling marketplace, the sounds and smells of the place providing a vibrant backdrop to their casual conversation.

As they reach the car, Oscar unlocks the doors and opens the passenger side for Y/n, gesturing for her to get in. Once she's settled, he shuts the door and rounds the car, sliding into the driver's seat beside her.

He buckles his seatbelt, a satisfied smile on his lips as he looks over at Y/n. She's still holding the bouquet of sunflowers, her fingers gently caressing the velvety petals. He gives her a gentle smile and starts the car, ready to head to Nonna Chiara's house.

As the moments between them grow heavy with the silence, Oscar feels an impulsive idea take hold of him. He glances over at Y/n, her gaze still on the bouquet in her hands, and he decides to act on his emotions. Without giving it much thought, he leans over, his hand gently tilting her chin towards him, and captures her lips in a soft, tender kiss.

Y/n laughs against his lips, her lips curving into a warm smile. She pulls away slightly, keeping her face close to his. She gazes at him with sparkling eyes, a hint of playful curiosity in her voice as she asks, "What was that for?"

Oscar grins, his eyes lighting up with affection. He shrugs as if it were a completely normal response, his lips still close to hers. His voice is soft and tinged with subtle desire as he replies, "Just felt like it."

He leans in again, pressing another light kiss to her forehead, his fingers tracing along her cheek in a tender caress. His eyes lock with hers, filled with a mixture of affection and a hint of longing.

Oscar pulls back, sitting straight in his seat once more. His hand doesn't leave her chin, his thumb gently rubbing against her jawline. He looks at her for a moment in silence, his heart still pounding from the fleeting intimacy they just shared, and a soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

Y/n grins widely, her laugh light and bubbling out of her in response to Oscar's kiss. She lightly swats his shoulder with her hand, her eyes still sparkling with affection. Her voice is laced with playful scolding, yet softened by her evident enjoyment of his spontaneous gesture.

"Drive already," she says, still giggling slightly. "Before we end up getting in trouble for loitering."

Oscar chuckles and nods, his eyes still glued to her smile. He pulls away, his hand leaving her chin reluctantly, but his fingers lingering on her hand for a brief moment as if reluctant to break the connection. He ignites the car and starts pulling out of the parking spot, his grin mirroring her own.

Monday, 10:56 AM

After a short drive, they arrive at Nonna Chiara's charming cottage. The car comes to a stop in front of the quaint house, its white facade and green shutters adding to its picturesque charm. The surroundings are peaceful, the countryside providing a serene backdrop to the cozy cottage.

Y/n looks up at the cottage, a wave of nostalgia and comfort washing over her as she takes in the familiar sight. She can't help but smile, her eyes lingering on the cottage's warm, inviting windows and the little porch where she used to sit and talk with Nonna Chiara as a child.

Beside her, Oscar turns off the engine and unbuckles his seatbelt, but he keeps his eyes on the cottage as well, noting the peaceful, idyllic atmosphere of the surroundings. He glances at Y/n, her smile speaks volumes about the feelings this place holds for her.

As Y/n walks towards the door, her eyes scan the quaint porch of the cottage, searching for the familiar potted red chrysanthemums that Nonna Chiara always kept near the entrance. The chrysanthemums were her favorite flowers, and the sight of them was always a warm welcome to the cottage.

Oscar follows close behind, his hands carrying the bags of freshly bought produce. He watches as Y/n's gaze travels over the porch, looking for the telltale reds and yellows of the chrysanthemum pots.

Finally, Y/n spots the pot tucked in a corner beside the door, the red chrysanthemums in full bloom and standing in vibrant contrast against the white walls of the cottage. She stops in front of it, a small smile of nostalgia and happiness on her lips as she looks down at the familiar flowers.

She reaches out a hand, gently touching the petals, feeling the silky smoothness against her fingertips. The chrysanthemums always reminded her of Nonna Chiara, of the countless hours spent talking and laughing with her on this porch, the scent of the flowers filling the air, and the sunlight dancing on the petals.

With a soft tug, Y/n lifts the pot and retrieves the key hidden underneath, her fingers gently running over the smooth surface of the pot before finding the cold, slender shape of the key. She straightens up, clutching the key in her hand, and turns towards the door.

Her hand is a bit shaky as she slides the key into the lock, the familiar feel of the gesture stirring a mix of anticipation and emotion within her. The lock clicks open, and she slowly pushes the door open, the creak of the old hinges breaking the silent anticipation.

Oscar watches her, his eyes attentive and observant. He notices the slight tremble in her hand as she turns the key, the way her breath hitches as the door slowly creaks open. It's clear that this place holds a lot of significance for her, her emotions and memories are intertwined with the very essence of the cottage.

As they step inside, the cottage embraces them with its warm, Mediterranean charm. The interior is bathed in soft, natural light that filters through the windows, casting a nostalgic, cozy atmosphere over the room.

The walls are painted in earthy tones, and traditional decor items and family heirlooms dot the space. A faint, familiar scent lingers in the air, a mix of herbs, old books, and a hint of Nonna Chiara's favorite cooking spices.

Oscar closes the door with his leg, he turns his attention to Y/n, a warm smile on his face. He watches as she relaxes on the couch, her body sinking into the cushions, her eyes closed in contentment. He steps further into the living room, taking in the comfort and nostalgia of the cottage himself.

Oscar walks over to Y/n, standing beside the couch and looking down at her with a soft, affectionate smile. He lets out a gentle chuckle and says, "Looks like someone's making themselves right at home."

Y/n opens her eyes, a lazy, content expression on her face. She looks up at Oscar, her lips curving into a soft smile. Her voice is a bit muffled as she speaks, her words tinged with nostalgia and a hint of playfulness. "Well, you can't blame me. This couch is as close to heaven as I get."

Oscar sets the bags of produce on the old wooden center table, the sound of the fruits and vegetables clinking together breaking the peaceful silence of the cottage. He glances at the table, the fruits and vegetables a vibrant splash of color against the old, weathered wood.

He lays down beside her, his head resting against the softness of her chest. His body molding to the comfortable, familiar cushion of the sofa, and he lets out a soft exhale, his breath mingling with hers.

As he settles into place, he can feel the steady beat of her heart beneath his ear, a soothing rhythm that fills his senses and makes him feel at ease.

She giggles as their hands intertwine, her chest moving slightly beneath his head. The sound of her laughter fills the space, a bubbly, carefree sound that spreads warmth through the atmosphere. She looks down at him, her eyes sparkling with affection and a hint of mischief.

As they lie there together, Oscar lifts his head slightly to look at Y/n, a thoughtful expression on his face. He breaks the comfortable silence, his voice soft and warm. "So, what should we do now?"

He props himself up on his elbow, his head resting against his palm, as he gazes at her with a curious, affectionate smile. His eyes trace over her face, taking in the way the soft light of the cottage dances over her features.

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for her answer, anticipating whatever idea she might have. He's quite content with the current moment, lying beside her on the cozy couch, but he's always open to whatever she might suggest.

The silence stretches on for a moment, but it's a comfortable quiet, filled with expectation. He continues to look at her, his gaze a mix of admiration and curiosity. He waits patiently for her response, his mind already considering the possibilities of the rest of the afternoon.

Y/n smiles at his question, her eyes studying his face for a moment. She thinks for a few seconds, mulling over their options, but her decision is already made. She grins, a flicker of mischief in her expression.

"Well," she says, her fingers idly playing with his. "There's one thing I've always wanted to do in this old cottage…"

"And what's that?" he asks, his voice curious and eager. He can tell by the sparkle in her eyes that she has something in mind, something that is sure to make this afternoon memorable.

He repositions himself, shifting so he can give her his full attention, his gaze fixed on her face as he waits for her answer. He can sense her excitement, and it only makes him more intrigued about whatever idea she has for them.

Y/n grins widely, her eyes dancing with excitement. She glances around the cottage, as if to make sure the coast is clear, and then turns back to him, her voice filled with anticipation. "You have to promise not to laugh or find this silly…"

Oscar's curiosity grows, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He can tell that whatever she's about to suggest must be something really special or unusual.

He looks at her with an amused and affectionate smile, his voice sincere and reassuring. "I promise," he says, his eyes meeting hers with earnestness. "I won't laugh or think it's silly, whatever it is."

Y/n hesitates for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly with a combination of sheepishness and excitement. She looks at him, trying to gauge his reaction, before finally speaking again, her voice soft and just above a whisper. "Let's play hide-and-seek."

As soon as the words leave her lips, Oscar can't help but let out a small burst of laughter. It's not a mocking laugh, but a surprised and amused one, filled with a fond affection.

"Hide-and-seek!?" he repeats, his laughter tinged with disbelief and joy. He glances around the cottage, its quaint rooms and nooks suddenly transformed into potential hiding spots in his mind.

His voice is light and filled with a hint of incredulity. He can't believe she suggested something so unexpected, but at the same time, he's utterly charmed. The thought of playing a childlike game in the old cottage, filled with memories and nostalgia, has a certain appeal that he can't deny.

He grins at her, his eyes dancing with a mixture of amusement and delight. He can feel the excitement building between them, the atmosphere crackling with a youthful energy.

"You're serious about this?" he asks, his voice filled with surprise but laced with eagerness.

Y/n nods, her sheepish smile turning into a grin. She looks at him, her eyes sparkling with the anticipation of a challenge. She can see the spark of joy and excitement in his gaze, and it only fuels her own enthusiasm.

"Dead serious," she replies, her voice firm and eager. "I've always wanted to play hide-and-seek here. There are so many good hiding spots."

She glances around the cozy cottage, her mind already racing with plans for potential hiding places. The thought of running and hiding in the familiar rooms, like they did as kids, feels like a burst of nostalgia mixed with a dash of adventure. She glances back at him, her voice filled with determination.

"You can't say no," she adds, lifting a finger in a mock-threatening gesture. "It'll be fun. Trust me."

Oscar grins at her playful threat. The thought of saying no never even crossed his mind, not after seeing her excitement and determination. He can feel his own heart rate pick up, the thrill of the idea of playing hide-and-seek seeping into his veins like adrenaline.

Oscar and Y/n face each other, eyes locked in a determined stare. It's a game of rock paper scissors, the winner deciding who seeks first. Tension hangs in the air as they countdown in sync.

"One… two… three!"

Their hands go up, forming their chosen shape. But it's Y/n's paper that beats Oscar's rock.

As the game concludes, a smug grin spreads across Y/n's face. She let out a victorious laugh, her hand raised in celebration. She had won, which meant she would hide first while Oscar would seek.

"Ha, I win!" she exclaims, her tone filled with triumph and joy. "Looks like you have to count first, while I find the perfect hiding spot."

Her eyes sparkle with a mix of excitement and mischief, already contemplating where to hide. She looks around the room, surveying the furniture and corners with a shrewd eye. The cottage feels like a playground for the game, full of potential hiding spots.

Meanwhile, Oscar's expression morphs into a feigned pout. He acts disappointed, his shoulders slumped and his lips turned down in a mock-hurt frown. But behind his jokingly hurt expression, there's a twinkle in his eyes, a hint of the eagerness to find her and win the game.

He sighs dramatically, shaking his head in mock disappointment. He moves to the center of the room, his hands covering his eyes as he begins to count loudly and slowly. He begins counting, his voice echoing through the cottage, while he keeps his eyes covered tightly with his hands. "One… two… three… four… five…"

Y/n grins as she watches him cover his eyes and start counting. She takes the opportunity to quietly slip away, her footsteps light and almost imperceptible. She tiptoed around the room, her mind whirling with where she could hide.

Y/n sneaks silently toward the old, wooden cupboard in the corner of the room. The kitchen-like room is small, and the cupboard is situated right next to the oven. She looks around, making sure Oscar hasn't peeked, before carefully opening the cupboard door and squeezing herself inside, her small frame fitting just perfectly among the bowls, jars, and pans.

Y/n sneaks silently towards the old cupboard in the corner of the room. It's an antique piece, with dark wooden panels and a small latch on the front. She opens the cupboard, its familiar creaks of protest like a comforting sound to her ears. She steps inside, carefully closing the door behind her. She is now hidden in the shadows of the cupboard, the walls hiding her from Oscar's sight.

She presses against the back of the cupboard, her breath held in anticipation. She can hear Oscar's voice counting, his tone loud and steady, slowly approaching the number they agreed on. A shiver of excitement runs through her as she awaits the moment he'll start searching.

The seconds tick by, each one making her heart beat faster. She can hear Oscar's voice growing closer to the end of his countdown, each number bringing him closer to finding her. The thought of being found fills her with a strange mix of thrill and anticipation.

Finally, Oscar reaches the agreed number, marking the end of his countdown. He finishes his last "twenty" with a flourish, his voice echoing through the cottage before falling silent. The room suddenly fills with an anticipatory hush, the silence heavy with the knowledge that the game has begun.

Oscar lowers his hands from his eyes, his gaze scanning the room with focused attention. He looks around the space, his eyes searching for any hint of her presence. But she is hidden well, the shadows and silence of the cupboard cloaking her from his view.

He moves slowly, his footsteps quiet but deliberate, as he starts to investigate the different spots in the room. He checks under the furniture and peeks into the corners, but she remains hidden, the cupboard keeping her concealed.

Oscar hears a soft noise coming from the cupboard, a small rustle, or a tiny breath. He grins to himself, knowing instantly that he's found her. But instead of calmly opening the cupboard, he decides to have a bit of fun. He stands right in front of the cupboard, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He takes a deep breath, his heart racing with anticipation, and suddenly opens the cupboard, yelling "BOO!"

Y/n lets out a shrill scream when the cupboard door suddenly opens, her heart leaping into her throat. She had been so focused on being quiet and stealthy that the sudden loud noise completely startled her. She was so sure that she had managed to remain hidden, but Oscar managed to find her unexpectedly.

Oscar staggers back a bit in surprise, his cheek slightly red from the impact of her hand. He wasn't expecting such a strong reaction, and for a moment, he stood there with a mix of surprise and pain on his face. He rubs his cheek gently, a small hint of a smile on his face despite the stinging sensation.

He looks at her, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. He wasn't mad, far from it. In fact, he found her reaction quite cute and endearing. He glances at her, a lopsided smile on his face.

"Did I scare you that bad?" he asks, his voice a mix of amusement and disbelief. He keeps rubbing his cheek, the feeling of her slap still lingering on his skin.

Y/n can't help but laugh at the unexpected turn of events. The mixture of adrenaline, surprise, and the fact that she accidentally slapped Oscar is enough to bring a wave of laughter bubbling up from within her. She gently holds his cheek, her fingers tracing over the skin as she giggles away.

Y/n takes a few moments to catch her breath and compose herself, still giggling slightly as she looks at Oscar. She can see the slight redness on his cheek, and she feels a slight pang of remorse for reacting so strongly. She takes a deep breath and smiles apologetically.

"I'm sorry," she says, her voice still tinged with laughter but sincere.

She gently caresses his cheek again, her touch a mixture of soothing and apologetic. Her eyes sparkle with a hint of embarrassment and guilt. She didn't mean to hit him so hard, it was just a surprised reflex.

Oscar laughs, shaking his head lightly as he looks at her. He can see the guilt lingering in her eyes and he wants to reassure her that he's not mad at her for the unexpected slap.

"Yeah, maybe that's our one and only round," he replies, his tone light and jestful. "We don't want my face turning any redder, right?"

He flashes her a playful grin, silently telling her that it's all in good fun and that he's not actually upset with her. He reaches up, gently taking her hand that's still resting on his cheek, and gives it a gentle squeeze.

His touch is affectionate and reassuring, a silent message of forgiveness and understanding. He doesn't want her to linger in the moment, not when they are having so much fun and joy in the old cottage.

With the game of hide and seek concluded, Y/n and Oscar make their way back to the cozy couch in the living room. The thrill of the game still tingles in Y/n's stomach, her hand remaining holding Oscar's as they sit down again.

Oscar sprawls onto the couch, pulling Y/n down with him as he lays back. He wraps his arms around her, tugging her against him. He looks up at her, a relaxed smile on his face.

The soft cushions of the couch form a comfortable bed for them, the light from the room just right for this moment. He pulls her tighter against him, her body fitting perfectly against his. He lets out a content sigh, his hands gently tracing patterns on her back.

As Y/n lies against Oscar, a sudden memory surfaces in her mind. She abruptly remembers the lipstick she bought the previous day, the one she hadn't had the chance to use yet. Her eyes widen slightly, and she looks at Oscar, an idea forming in her mind.

Y/n disentangles herself from Oscar's arms, her movement quick and eager. Oscar watches her get up puzzled, a slight frown on his face.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

Y/n walks over to her bag and digs out the newly purchased lipstick. She takes a moment to observe it, the sleek and shiny tube catching the light. She then turns to the nearby mirror, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Lipstick," she says excitedly.

She uncaps the lipstick, bringing it up to her lips. With steady and practiced motions, she applies the new shade, careful not to stray outside the lines.

Oscar watches Y/n from his position on the couch, his gaze fixated on her every move as she applies the lipstick. A soft smile graces his lips, his eyes watching her intently. The sight of her carefully applying makeup is oddly mesmerizing and cute to him.

Y/n finishes applying the lipstick, her lips now sporting a fresh and vibrant hue. She smiles, satisfied with the result before turning back to Oscar. She walks back to the couch and sits down next to him, her movements graceful and elegant.

She looks at Oscar, her eyes sparkling with a hint of satisfaction and confidence, the new lipstick emphasizing the natural beauty of her features even more.

Y/n turns to Oscar, her eyes searching his face for a reaction. She's curious to know his opinion about the new look, her heart beating just a bit faster at the prospect of his answer. She speaks up, her voice soft but eager. "Does it look good on me?"

Oscar looks at Y/n, his eyes roaming over her face and taking in the new look. The new shade of lipstick accentuates her lips, bringing out her natural charm and making her look even more beautiful than usual.

He smiles warmly at her and says, "You look gorgeous," his voice is sincere and full of admiration.

Y/n leans in and places a light kiss on Oscar's cheek, the new shade of lipstick leaving a faint, but noticeable mark behind. She pulls back slightly, a satisfied smile on her face, enjoying the sight of the lipstick mark her kiss left on his skin.

Oscar starts to speak, but before he can say anything, Y/n swoops in and starts planting more kisses on his face, her lips leaving a trail of lipstick marks on his cheeks, forehead, and even his nose. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she smooches him repeatedly, each kiss leaving a vibrant mark behind.

Monday, 4:51 PM

Some time passes and now Oscar and Y/n are getting ready to prepare dinner. The day has advanced and hunger has slowly encroached on their stomachs. They make their way to the kitchen, eager to get started on the cooking.

They enter the kitchen, the evening light filtering in through the windows. Y/n glances around, her eyes falling on the various cooking supplies and ingredients laid out on the counter.

Y/n looks at the ingredients spread before them and says with confidence, "We should make pasta. It's simple and easy to prepare." With a smile, she begins to take out the things they would need: pasta, sauce, cheese, and other toppings of their choosing.

As Y/n works on preparing the pasta and sauce, she pulls her hair back into a tidy ponytail, the movement swift and effortless. Her hair is swept up and out of her face, held back by a soft scrunchie. She glances at Oscar and notices him staring, a small smile playing on her lips.

She raises an eyebrow at him, a hint of curiosity in her expression. "What are you staring at?" she asks, her voice lighthearted and playful, as she continues stirring the sauce.

Oscar shakes his head, a sheepish grin on his face as he is caught staring. He looks away for a moment before turning back to her, his eyes still admiring her appearance. "Just thinking about how cute you look with your hair up like that," he replies, his tone affectionate.

Y/n can't help but blush at his compliment, the heat rising to her cheeks. She smiles, her heart fluttering a bit at his words. "Oh, really?" she teases, a hint of coyness in her tone, "You're just trying to flatter me so I'll make the pasta better." She gives him a playful wink, continuing to stir the sauce.

Oscar stands up from his spot and walks over to Y/n, sneaking up behind her while she's stirring the sauce. He encircles her in a warm and tight hug, his arms wrapping gently around her, pulling her back against his chest.

His arms tighten around her, holding her closer against his chest. He can feel the warmth of her body against him and the rapid beating of her heart, the subtle signs of his effect on her. He grins against her skin, his lips lingering just a bit longer on her neck before he speaks into her ear.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice low and a bit huskier than usual, "I think the pasta's gonna taste better if you're distracted." His breath fans her ear, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps down her neck.

He continues to press kisses against her neck and shoulders, his hands gently running down her arms before encircling her waist again. He holds her close, his body pressed against her, the warm heat between them growing with every kiss and touch.

Y/n shivered at the sensation, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Without turning around, she reached back, unbuttoning her pants and allowing them to fall to her ankles. Her black lace panties were the only thing standing between her and his eager mouth.

"You always wear lace, Y/n"" he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "It suits you."

Oscar bent her over the kitchen counter, exposing her wet, aching cunt to his hungry gaze. He wasted no time, diving between her thighs, his tongue delving into her folds. Y/n let out a moan, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she arched her back, offering herself fully to him.

Each flick of his skilled tongue sent shivers down her spine, her body writhing with pleasure. As the sauce continued to simmer, so did her lust, the heat of the stove mirroring the fire that raged within her. Oscar's tongue played with her clit, teasing it mercilessly, causing her to whimper and squirm.

"Oh god, Oz," Y/n panted, her voice ragged with need. "I'm so close..."

He continued to torment her, his tongue flicking faster, more insistent. Y/n could feel the orgasm building, coiling tight within her like a spring. Then, with a final, intense flick, she exploded, her entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Oscar continued to pleasure her, sucking and licking until the last wave of her climax had passed. He pulled away, smirking up at her as she regained her composure.

After his unexpected and passionate act, Oscar pulls up her pants, his hands lingering a bit longer on her hips than necessary. He steps back, his expression a mix of satisfaction and feigned innocence, as if he hadn't just sent waves of pleasure through her moments ago.

Y/n continues stirring the sauce in the pot, her cheeks still flushed and her breaths slightly shortened. Despite her best efforts to appear calmer, her legs betray her, trembling ever so slightly. The aftermath of Oscar's actions still lingers on her, her body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Oscar can't help but laugh at the sight of Y/n still visibly affected by his previous actions. He walks over to the nearby sink, a hint of a smirk on his face, and proceeds to wash his mouth, thoroughly rinsing away the evidence of their moments of passion.

Once he's finished rinsing his mouth, Oscar proceeds to wash his hands, turning on the faucet and running them under the water. He lathers up the soap, making sure to thoroughly clean between his fingers and under his nails. All the while, he casts occasional glances at Y/n, taking in her flushed and disheveled form with satisfaction.

Oscar walks over to Y/n, planting a quick kiss on her cheek before saying, "Sit down, I'll finish up here." There's a hint of playfulness in his tone, mixed with a bit of concern for her still trembling legs.

He gently pushes her towards a nearby chair, a smirk on his face, silently amused by the lingering effect he has on her. He then returns his attention to the sauce, stirring it and adjusting the heat to let it simmer.

As he continues working on the sauce, he glances at Y/n, watching as she takes a seat in the chair. He can see the way she's still trying to calm her breaths, her cheeks still rosy, and a satisfied grin forms on his lips. Oscar knows that he's stirred her up pretty good in more ways than one.

Y/n's laughter interrupts Oscar's reverie, her words and the look on her face instantly catching his attention. Oscar looks down and realizes he's sporting a visible and undeniable tent in his pants. He blushes immediately, a mix of embarrassment and surprise washing over him.

She winks at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she continues scrolling through the pictures on her phone. The photos of them together earlier in the day, smiling and laughing, and probably some of the earlier moments in the kitchen.

Oscar chuckles, looking down at his pants with a mild blush on his cheeks. He can't deny the fact that the memories of their time together have indeed gotten him a bit excited. He looks back at Y/n, a bit embarrassed but trying to play it cool, and replies,

"Yeah, maybe I should. Or you could just stop going on your phone and suck me off right now."

Y/n grins, her eyes still on the photos on her phone, her mind already contemplating the future 'later'.

"Oh, I'll be giving you more than just a blowjob later, don't you worry about that," she says, a hint of mischief in her tone.

Oscar laughs along with Y/n, the banter between them light and playful. As the pasta finishes cooking, he turns off the heat and grabs a nearby plate, preparing to serve the food.

He looks at her, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes, and says, "Can you pass me the plate, please? The pasta's ready." He holds out his hand expectantly.

He waits for Y/n to hand him the plate so he can start dishing up the pasta. The kitchen is filled with the scent of the tomato sauce and the sound of their laughter, the earlier moments of passion mixed with the easy banter between them.

He takes the plate from Y/n's hands, his touch gentle and careful. He starts scooping out the pasta from the pot, ladling a generous serving onto the plate. The sauce coats the pasta, the noodles shining with a layer of rich, tomatoey goodness.

The evening progresses, and with the pasta cooked and served, Oscar and Y/n spend the rest of the evening playing card games together. They sit at the kitchen table, the deck of cards shuffled and ready for the game to begin.

They take turns dealing and playing the games, competitive spirits igniting as they try to outdo each other in each round. Laughter and banter fill the air as they play, their words light and playful as they tease and taunt each other.

Hours passed, the games continued and the fun never seemed to end. The atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable, the earlier moments of passion set aside in favor of the simple joy of spending time together. They're both enjoying themselves, the light-hearted competition bringing out a fun and carefree side to them both.

As the night progresses and the card games finally come to an end, Oscar and Y/n decide it's time to call it a night. They stretch and yawn, the hours of playtime leaving them feeling a bit tired but satisfied.

They make their way to the bedroom, their steps unhurried and relaxed. Once they reach the bed, they both settle down on the covers, their bodies seeking the comfort of each other's presence.

They lay side by side, their limbs slightly touching under the covers. The room is quiet, the only sounds being their soft breaths and the occasional rustle of fabric as they adjust their positions.

They're close enough to feel each other's warmth, a source of comfort and security in the quiet darkness of the room. They both shift a bit, getting more settled into the bed, their bodies gravitating towards each other as they prepare to sleep.

Oscar gazes back at her, his expression confused and a bit worried, unsure of what promise she's referring to. He responds jokingly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"You're not gonna murder me because I cheated at a card game, are you? You did jokingly say you'd murder me, but I assumed you were just bluffing."

Y/n laughs at Oscar's initial confusion, finding his worry amusing. She shakes her head, clarifying herself as she explains what she's referring to.

"No, no, not about the cheating. I'm talking about the promise I made to you in the kitchen earlier. Remember?"

She smirks, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she recalls the moment in the kitchen, their earlier playful banter, and the promise she made in the heat of the moment.

She looks at Oscar, her gaze steady and seductive, expecting him to remember what she promised. Her expression seems to say "Don't tell me you forgot already."

The silence hangs in the air for a moment as Oscar's mind goes back to the kitchen, trying to recall the specific promise she made. His brows furrow slightly as he wracks his brain, the memories of their playful banter in the kitchen slowly returning to him. Her words from earlier replayed in his head.

Finally, it seems to click, Oscar's eyes widening slightly as he remembers the promise she made. A grin forms on his lips, and he gives her a knowing look, his gaze meeting hers in the dim light of the room.

"Oh, that promise," he responds, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and desire. "I think I remember… But do remind me again, just to be safe," he says with a wink.

Y/n rolls her eyes in mock exasperation at Oscar's challenge, a subtle smirk on her lips. She glances back at him with a determined expression, a hint of playfulness and confidence in her gaze.

"I'll show you," she responds, her words firm and suggestive. "Don't worry, I keep my promises."

Y/n lay on the bed, her head between Oscar's thighs, while he propped himself up on his elbows. He looked down at her with a mixture of desire and admiration.

"Y/n, you look so pretty like that," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently tugging on her locks. "Your mouth feels incredible, baby."

Y/n's lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue tracing the vein that ran along its length. Oscar's hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Fuck, yes. That's it. Suck me off, baby."

She took him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft. Oscar groaned louder, his breathing becoming more labored. "You're so good at this, baby. You're making me feel so good, so fucking good"

Her eyes met Oscar's for a moment, a devilish grin playing on her lips. She pulled off his cock, the wet sound echoing in the room. "Is that so, Oscar?" she asked teasingly, before taking him back into her mouth with a moan.

Oscar's head fell back, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the pleasure. "Oh, God, yes. Your mouth is heaven," he panted, his grip on her hair tightening. "Suck me harder, baby. Show me how much you love my cock in your mouth."

Y/n obeyed, taking him deeper and bobbing her head faster. Oscar's thrusts became more aggressive, his hips meeting her eager mouth with a fervor that matched her own. "You're such a good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "I bet you'd do anything to make me cum, wouldn't you?"

Y/n let out a muffled moan, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off eagerly. Oscar's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back and forth as he controlled the pace. "That's it, Y/n. Show me how much you crave my cock."

Her eyes watered, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She could feel Oscar's control slipping, and she knew she was close to making him explode. With one final, powerful thrust, she felt his cock pulse in her mouth.

"Fuck, baby," Oscar cried out, his release flooding her mouth. She swallowed his seed, her eyes meeting his as she pulled off his cock. A satisfied smirk graced her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Oscar collapsed back onto the bed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Y/n. That was incredible."

Y/n leaned forward, pressing her lips to Oscar's in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. As the passion between them grew, Y/n shifted her position, straddling his thigh.

The pressure of her wetness against his leg sent shivers down Oscar's spine. He reached down, sliding his hand between her legs, feeling her slick folds. "You're so wet, baby," he groaned, his fingers teasing her clit.

Y/n moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips against his hand. Her kisses grew more desperate, her need for him becoming more insistent. She broke the kiss, her breaths coming in short pants. "Please, Oscar. I want you inside me."

He rolled them both over, positioning himself between her thighs. Y/n arched her back, offering herself to him. "I want to feel you, every inch," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Oscar's eyes locked onto hers as he pushed into her, filling her completely. Y/n gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began

to thrust into her. Their hips met in a frantic dance, their moans filling the room. Oscar's grip on Y/n tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he lost himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his pace increasing. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I need you, Oscar. Don't stop."

He didn't, driving into her with a fierce intensity that left them both breathless. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their passion echoing in the room. Y/n's eyes rolled back, her orgasm building within her.

"Oscar, I'm close," she panted, her voice thick with need.

"Me too, baby," he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Let go for me. Let go and feel me inside you."

Y/n's body convulsed, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. The sensation was enough to tip Oscar over the edge, his own release filling her as he cried out her name.

Oscar's cum spilled out of Y/n, his breaths coming in gasps as he pulled out of her. He didn't waste any time, pushing her onto all fours, her ass in the air, inviting him to take her from behind.

Y/n let out a moan, her body aching for more. She felt him position himself at her entrance, and then he thrust back into her, filling her completely. The change in position gave him a deeper, more powerful entry, and Y/n couldn't help but cry out at the sensation.

Oscar's hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he began to thrust into her. "You like this, don't you, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Being taken from behind like a dirty little slut."

Y/n's hips bucked, meeting his thrusts with a hunger that mirrored his own. "Yes, Oscar. I love it. Please, don't stop."

He gripped her hips, his thrusts becoming more forceful. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Y/n's nails dug into the sheets, her body writhing beneath him. The relentless pounding set her nerves on fire, her orgasm building once again.

"Oh god, Oscar," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I'm so close."

He increased his pace, his own desire reaching a boiling point. "Come for me, baby. Feel me filling you up."

Y/n's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her cries filled the room as she came undone, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. The sensation was enough to push Oscar over the edge, his own release filling her as he cried out her name.

Oscar pulled out of Y/n, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he admired the sight of her glistening body. He moved to straddle her chest, spreading her legs wide.

"Lay back, baby," he commanded, his voice laced with desire. "I want to see you when I fuck you."

Y/n complied, her heart racing with anticipation. Oscar positioned himself at her entrance, and then he thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out at the sensation, her ankles hooked over his shoulders, giving him the deepest access possible.

Oscar's hands found her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he began to thrust into her. "Look at me, Y/n. Watch me fuck you," he commanded, his eyes locked onto hers.

Y/n met his gaze, her body arching to meet his thrusts. The intimacy of this position, the raw vulnerability of having her ankles over her shoulders, made her feel exposed and desired in a way that left her breathless.

"Oscar, I need you," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

He grinned, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. The room was filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together, their moans mingling in the air. Y/n's body writhed beneath him, her nails digging into the sheets as her orgasm built once again.

"Oh god, Oscar," she cried out, her body tensing. "I'm going to come."

He responded by increasing his pace, his own desire reaching a fever pitch. "Cum for me, baby."

Her orgasm crashed over her, her cries filling the room as she came undone. The sensation was enough to push Oscar over the edge, his own release filling her as he cried out her name.

As their orgasms subsided, Oscar collapsed onto Y/n, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss.

"God, Y/n," he whispered, his voice soft with satisfaction. "You're incredible."

She smiled up at him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their passion. "So are you, Oscar."

He pulled out of her, his spent cock leaving a trail of evidence between them. They lay entwined, their hearts beating in unison, the sweat on their bodies glistening in the dim light.

Y/n lies back in bed, her body slightly trembling with residual pleasure and tiredness. She lets out a satisfied sigh before turning towards Oscar, a small smile on her lips.

"We'll need to stop by the pharmacy tomorrow," she says, her voice a bit weary but resolute. "We're gonna need some Plan B."

Oscar nods, understanding the necessity and importance of stopping by the pharmacy. He stands up from the bed and walks over to the bathroom. After a moment, he returns with a towel in hand.

He approaches Y/n, his movements gentle and careful as he begins to clean her up with the towel, his touches gentle and soothing as he takes care of her.

He moves the towel across her skin, wiping away the remnants of their intimate encounter, his touch firm yet tender as he ensures she's clean and comfortable. He takes his time, making sure to not miss any spot.

Once he's satisfied that she's clean, he gently pats her dry with the towel, the soft cloth absorbing the excess moisture from her body. There's a hint of care and nurturing in his actions as he takes care of her, a small gesture of affection.

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