low, breathless chuckle slipped out of him. he hadn’t bolted. she even smiled, damn it. that felt like spring sunlight after a week of snow. "look, you said burn them so, i did. i meant it when i said i would do whatever it takes." he watched the ember scarred ashes swirl away from the dumpster, then turned back to her, pulse leveling out. he sight sparks the old, bitter reel. that first night he’d cheated. tequila on his tongue, another mouth’s lipstick staining his collar while leyla’s name lit his phone, and the instant he realized he’d detonated everything that mattered. her vacant eyes afterward became the purgatory he still paces, proof that some mistakes brand deeper than skin. and why he'd never do it again. "but at least you'd make a cute murderer." closing the space, gentle fingers finding the curve of her waist. “you asked what you’re gonna do with me. maybe… keep making me better? god knows i’m a slow study, but i learn faster when you’re around.” with the last word he eased her against his chest, waiting to see if she’d stay or shove him away—but daring, finally, to hold on. "fixed? do you have an idea on how to untaint it?"
"whatever it takes?" the words came softer than they would've a few weeks ago, amusement curling around them as leyla tipped her head back to look at him. she felt the steady weight of his hand at her waist and, instead of pulling away, found herself drifting closer until the space between them barely existed at all. "that's a dangerous thing to promise me." her fingers gathered lightly in the front of his shirt, smoothing over the fabric before settling there, and for a moment she simply looked at him. really looked at him. not the man who'd frustrated her, confused her, or sent her spiraling over things she couldn't control. just him. standing here. choosing her. big eyes rolled though she damn well knew how cute she could be. it was more or less nice to be reminded that he noticed. then, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth when he mentioned the car, and she glanced briefly toward where it sat before returning her attention to him. "well, it was pretty badly contaminated." the teasing note returned easily now. "and you've already destroyed the evidence, so i guess we're operating on blind faith." her hand slid from his shirt to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath her palm. truthfully, she wasn't thinking about the car anymore. she was thinking about how nice it felt to be tucked against him and how quickly every other thought seemed to disappear when he looked at her like that. "guess you'll just have to give me something better to associate with it."
send ‘cook’ for my muse to cook for your muse.
send ‘hug’ for my muse to wrap their arms around your muse on the couch.
send ‘share’ for my muse to hand your muse a snack or drink.
send ‘rest’ for my muse to help your muse relax after a long day.
send ‘listen’ for my muse to play music for your muse.
send ‘read’ for my muse to read aloud to your muse.
send ‘game’ for my muse to play a board game or card game with your muse.
send ‘blanket’ for my muse to grab a blanket and wrap your muse in it.
send ‘pillow’ for my muse to toss pillows at your muse playfully.
send ‘bake’ for my muse to bake something sweet with your muse.
happy sunday my loves !! <3 feeling a little chaotic and extra extra musey today so while i continue to work on my drafts… consider this a starter call ! pls like if you want something from me… mutual and non-mutuals welcome !!
"who says i was impressed the first time?" playful brown eyes tip upward beneath the sweep of her lashes. of course she's lying. the way her body shook the night before, aftershocks rolling through her as if they would never stop. she can't remember the last time or if ever, cumming that hard. another silence blooms, comfortable yet charged. draped in an oversized t-shirt that skims her bare legs, she pads farther into the kitchen. butter and pepper swirl in the warm air; the scent feels almost unreal, like something borrowed from a calmer life. she couldn't honestly get use to this. "so you cook, you're great in bed ... what's your secret?" here she was poking at a mystery, even though she couldn't name the feeling. but humor is her shield; curiosity, the safer mask for tenderness. she lifts one brow, pretending composure she doesn’t own, even as her pulse thuds in her throat.
“spicy. i appreciate that.” amusement lingered in his eyes as he looked her over, the oversized shirt doing absolutely nothing to help his concentration. not that he'd admit that out loud. “cook, handsome, charming. that's a triple threat, baby.” he clicked his tongue thoughtfully as he carried the plate over to the counter and set it in front of her. “actually, maybe keep that to yourself.” one finger pointed at her. “secrets like that gotta be locked down and the key thrown away.” the grin pulling at his mouth made it impossible to tell how serious he was pretending to be. he leaned back against the counter afterward, folding his arms across his chest as he watched her. comfortable. entirely too pleased with himself. “what're you gonna do with all this information anyway?” one brow lifted. “use it against me?” the idea seemed to genuinely amuse him. “blackmail me for more breakfast?” his gaze dropped briefly to the plate before returning to her face. “because fair warning, i fold pretty easy when pancakes are involved.” another laugh escaped him and this time it was softer, warmer, as he shook his head. “if you're tryin' to figure me out already and we're barely twenty-four hours in i'm taking that as a good sign i'm under your skin. am i close?”
hand plays with the bottle that sits between digits , swinging it back and forth slightly . ❝ it's not mean if it's the truth , blondie . ❞ she replies , knowing her little snarky remarks only yank him into her more . aleena watches as his eyes drop to her lips , crimson red with the lipstick that coated them . that damn cocky grin reappeared on his petals when her breath caught in her throat instinctively . it happened every damn time they touched in some way . her body just reacted to him . ❝ don't feel special . i end up in a lot of guys' laps when i'm drunk . ❞ there he went with that contact again . is he trying to show off ? ❝ that damn mirror scratched up my back . next time , not a bathroom , yeah ? ❞ the brunette asks , rolling eyes softly . ❝ for you maybe . i have a boyfriend , remember ? ❞
jensen let out a laugh, shaking his head as he took a sip of his drink, though the look he shot her over the rim of the bottle said he didn't believe half the shit that came out of her mouth. “right.” the word dripped with skepticism. “and i'm sure all those other guys get their own special complaints about venue selection too.” his gaze lingered on her for a second before he leaned back in his chair, entirely too comfortable. “for the record, i think the mirror's got a pretty solid case against you.” the grin tugging at his mouth only widened when she brought up her boyfriend. there it was. her favorite defense. “oh, i remember.” one brow lifted as he nudged her leg lightly with his own beneath the table. “kinda hard to forget, considering you bring him up every time you're losin' an argument.” jensen tilted his head, studying her for a moment before another amused laugh escaped him. “you know what's funny, aleena? i never say a word about him, but somehow he always ends up sittin' here with us anyway.”
oh no. cleo could feel the effect jensen had on her instantly. the cologne curling through the space between them like smoke she couldn’t stop inhaling. the slow movement of his arm behind her, muscles flexing lazily beneath his sleeve with every shift. cleo tried to pretend it wasn’t doing something to her, but the way he hovered only inches away sent chills slipping straight down her spine anyway. and immediately, cruelly, her mind betrayed her again. right back to that dream. the way he pinned her into the mattress with those strong arms holding her exactly where he wanted her, while she writhed beneath him completely ruined by the pleasure of it. the way those dimples carved into his cheeks whenever he gave her that stupid, jaunty smile that drove her absolutely insane. somewhere between frustration and desire. all of it rushed back so vividly it made heat flood straight into her cheeks, bright pink and impossible to hide.
“well...” cleo tried not to laugh, her voice sounding much too sweet for her own good. “i was hoping you’d at least try.” and now she was giggling openly, looking at him like it should’ve been the most obvious thing in the world. matching his impish attitude, except there was something softer behind hers. sweeter. almost innocent despite the tension sparking between them. “at least for my sake,” she admitted quietly through another laugh. but it sounded closer to a confession than teasing. like somewhere underneath all this playful denial, they both knew she was losing badly. jensen was unraveling her piece by piece, slowly tugging apart that shy little distance she kept trying to hide behind. no matter how hard she fought it, she kept falling straight into his orbit anyway. like a fly drifting helplessly toward a web spun entirely from cocky smiles and pretty words. and jensen? god, he looked entirely too pleased circling her like prey.
“no,” she shot back too quickly, practically telling on herself immediately. “i don’t spend all my time thinking about you.” then her glossy lips parted slightly when realization caught up to her. that wasn’t what he said.
a lot of time. not all the time.
cleo genuinely couldn’t understand why her subconscious kept sabotaging her like this. and when his knee bumped hers beneath the table, casual enough to deny but deliberate enough to mean something, warmth spiraled violently up her spine again. she hated how easily her body responded to him now. like somewhere along the way her entire nervous system decided jensen was its favorite form of entertainment. every inch of her kept reacting to him no matter how hard she tried not to. the tiny gasp slipping from her lips when he leaned closer. the way her chest tightened instantly. the way her eyes betrayed her completely, drifting down to his mouth while he teased her. and then he said it. something that made her thighs ache, feeling this warmth rush between her legs.
princess. god. she hated when he called her that. mostly because she loved it so much.
before she could even process the feeling properly, jensen was already stealing the cherry from her cocktail like it belonged to him. and cleo? she looked genuinely offended, soft disbelief painted all over her expression. “jensen — ” without even thinking, she reached toward him instinctively, closing some of the distance between them. her dainty fingers wrapped gently around his wrist while the soft scent of her perfume drifted between them. cleo noticed the warmth of his skin immediately, but somehow she forgot to let go.
“that was mine.”
there it was again. that spoiled, breathy little voice full of disbelief. she was already preparing another playful comeback too, ready to tell him how guys like him steal the best part of her drink and don't even offer to get her a new one. but then he caught her completely off guard.
three games. one month.
her expression faltered instantly, something more exposed flickering across her face before she could hide it. nervous again. pink again. “three games?” this was probably the most serious she’d sounded all night. “are you sure?” now she was really looking at him. like she’d been caught completely red-handed. cleo tried fixing her expression quickly, trying to smooth everything back over before jensen could see how badly he’d cracked her open. except her fingers were still curled loosely around his wrist like she forgot they were even there. “i guess i’m just a really good friend, huh?” cleo huffed softly, still trying to defend herself somehow. then quieter, prettier, completely flustered beneath all of it she continued. “besides...it’s not my fault you keep winning.” her lashes fluttered again before she finally smiled. small. helpless. sweet. “it just makes you harder to ignore.”
jensen knew he'd gotten her the second she asked if he was sure. hook, line and sinker. it wasn't the question itself. it was everything that came with it. the way her expression shifted afterward, like she'd forgotten they were teasing each other for a second and accidentally shown him something she didn't expect him to see. he'd seen that look before. usually after games. when he caught her staring a little too long. when she laughed at something stupid he'd said and immediately seemed annoyed with herself for enjoying it. and now here she was, fingers still wrapped around his wrist, cheeks pink, trying to convince him she was just being a good friend. the football player glanced down at her hand briefly before looking back up at her, a grin already threatening. “three games,” he repeated, amusement obvious in his voice. “you make it sound like i'm asking you to join a cult.” his thumb shifted lightly beneath her grip, not enough to break the contact. if anything, it only made him more aware of it. more aware of her. “and i'm sure, princess. real sure.”
the smile lingering on his face only grew when she doubled down on the friend excuse. honestly, he almost admired the commitment. almost. “see, that's where your argument falls apart.” jensen leaned back slightly in his chair, though his attention never left her for long. “good friends send a text. maybe a 'good luck' if they're feelin' generous.” his eyes flicked over her face, catching the way she smiled despite herself. “good friends don't spend their saturdays sitting through four hours of football.” the laugh that followed was warm, easy. “my own family misses games, cleo.” and god help him, he looked entirely too pleased saying it. because he remembered seeing her there. every single time. remembered looking into the crowd and finding her without even meaning to when there was already a sea of a thousand plus faces. remembered noticing when she wasn't standing where she usually stood after halftime. remembered looking for her afterward, too.
somewhere in the middle of all that, his knee brushed hers again beneath the table. casual enough to deny. calculated enough not to be. jensen didn't move it away. neither did she. the realization settled between them quietly while he took another sip of his drink, eyes never straying too far from hers. “harder to ignore, huh?” he echoed after a moment, the words clearly sticking with him. because they had. far more than he was willing to admit. the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me.” there was something unfairly satisfied about the way he looked at her afterward. like she'd just handed him a trophy. and honestly? maybe she had.
his gaze dropped again to where her fingers still rested around his wrist. the presence still there and still not moving. his smile lingered, knowing enough to make her suspicious. instead of pointing it out immediately, he turned his hand slightly beneath hers until their palms fit a little more comfortably together. it wasn't him outright holding her hand, not technically, but close enough to make the distinction feel ridiculous. “you know what's funny?” his voice lowered just slightly. “i think you've got yourself convinced you're doin' a really good job hiding this.” his left brow cocked. “the games. the jersey. the fact that you somehow always know my schedule.” each example only seemed to make him more entertained. “and now this.” his eyes flicked meaningfully toward their hands before returning to her face. “you don't make this easy on yourself, do you?”
the pink in her cheeks. the flutter of her lashes. the way she kept trying to recover every time he knocked her off balance. it was cute. unbelievably cute. and the worst part was that she had absolutely no idea what she was doing to him in the moment. “but i gotta be honest,” he admitted, leaning forward just enough to close some of the space between them again, “i'm kinda glad i'm harder to ignore.” the grin that followed was pure trouble. confident. smug. entirely too attractive for his own good. “means i don't gotta work nearly as hard as i thought i did.”
with each laugh that slipped from lips that looked so kissable, kit became impossibly more enamored and lovestruck by the blonde. kit would bow at her feet and kiss the ground she walked on if it was socially acceptable. deep down, behind every lingering glance and touch he can see it - - he can see that his annoying persistence might actually be working. or maybe, that was just wishful thinking - - mindless dreaming. her finger trails the sensitive skin of his inner wrist and he visibly shivers, lashes fluttering as he bites back a sigh. oh, brynn was cruel. and kit ate it up. “i said i was multifaceted, not a masochist. what kind of man deprives himself of two scoops of ice cream? or hell, even three?” kit feels her chocolate hues raking over him and he feels his entire body catch flame. insecurities creep in, but kit tries burying them. he’s flustered, almost shy, underneath her gaze - - an unmistakeable blush on his cheeks and a wide, giddy grin on lips. he giggles, “if you keep looking at me like that, brynn…i might faint. and what a tragedy that would be. then you wouldn’t get ice cream or a goodnight kiss on the cheek.” he’s dipping his toes in the water - - checking to see if it’s safe or if the sharks are ready to bite him. kit’s grin only widened, shameless and entirely too pleased for a man who'd just been insulted. “you like me dumb, don’t you?” there’s a raise of his brow when he notices the blush on her cheeks. his mind isn’t playing tricks on him this time - - it’s clear as day - - and it brings a flutter to his stomach. his fingers squeezed hers back immediately with affection and warmth. he notices the blush still on her cheeks and it stops him in his tracks for a moment. god. blue eyes are stupidly fond ( and he never hides it ), looks at her like she personally invented happiness. "nah," he muses, falling back into step beside her, "you won't." nudges his shoulder against hers and ( because kit cannot leave well enough alone ), he grins, “because i think you like me, brynn.”
“three scoops?” brynn repeated, looking personally offended by the concept. “kit, that's not ice cream. that's a cry for help.” her nose wrinkled as she looked him over. “and now i'm gonna have to steal some because there's absolutely no way you're finishing all that by yourself.” the declaration came as though she were doing him a favor. somehow. then came the comment she was certain he was gearing up for. smooth in his own nature though otherwise subtle. just never with her. she'd already caught him with a hook on his lip and by now was just reeling him in, inch by inch. brynn slowed immediately, one brow ticking upward as she turned to look at him. “a kiss on the cheek?” she echoed. “what am i, your sister?” another step. “your aunt?” the smile threatening at her mouth only grew. “that's the best you've got?” unfortunately for kit, she'd caught it. the blush. the fluttering lashes. the way her looking at him seemed to completely short-circuit his brain. dangerous information for a girl like brynn to have. her fingers slid a little further down his arm as they walked, entirely innocent if anybody asked. then her leg bumped lightly against his. once. twice. completely accidental. probably. by the time they reached the shop window, brynn gave his hand a small tug and turned, pulling him closer than either of them strictly needed to be. close enough that she had to tilt her chin up slightly. close enough to watch the reaction she got. “you think you've got me all figured out, huh?” her lips pressed together to hide a smile as she looked up at him. “what makes you so sure?” and despite all the attitude, all the teasing, all the reasons she should've let go by now, her hand remained wrapped comfortably around his. he was right. he gathered up the nerve to call her out on it. that fact alone suddenly made him insanely hotter.
── he isn't wrong. riley has always been too sharp-mouthed for her own good, too hot-headed, always eager to pick a fight and then... not be able to finish it without some help. she'll call out creeps at bars, dump drinks down shirts, even throw a punch or a kick if necessary, though the latter is usually accompanied by rhett's arms locked around her middle and hauling her out of the building before she can get herself killed. he seems keen on keeping up that series of events, despite the explosive breakup they'd had six weeks ago, the one that ended in riley, crying angry tears, storming out his backdoor and not coming back. yet here he is; here they both are, rhett lifting busted knuckles to drop his hand into hers, riley instantly frowning at the state of the split skin. "i don't like worrying about you," she complains as she shifts her grip to take ahold of his wrist, instead, pulling him along further inside. "just... sit." she orders as she goes about finding something to clean him up with, eventually settling on a hopefully-clean rag and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. she drags up her own chair to sit close to his, facing him, situated between his parted knees. "i hope this stings," she says, but doesn't mean it, as she douses the rag with alcohol and then gently presses it to his knuckles.
“well, that ain't very nice to say to your knight in shinin' armor.” rhett looked downright offended as she settled between his knees with the alcohol and rag, though the grin threatening at the corner of his mouth ruined the act immediately. he let her take his hand without protest, blue eyes following her movements while she inspected the damage. familiar. entirely too familiar. six weeks later and she still slipped right into taking care of him like she'd never left. the alcohol hit a second later and rhett hissed through his teeth. “jesus christ, riley.” his head tipped back dramatically against the chair. “i save your ass and this is the thanks i get?” but he didn't pull away nor did he even try. instead he watched her work, watched the little frown on her face as she cleaned his knuckles, watched the way she always got this look when she was worried no matter how hard she tried hiding it. something about it made his chest feel tight. “y'know, for somebody who hates worryin' about me, you sure seem committed to the bit.” a quiet laugh escaped him as his thumb brushed lightly against her wrist where she held his hand steady. his smile etched despite himself. “kinda missed bossy you.”
"doing what?" his gaze drifted down the curve of her throat, the neckline of her borrowed tee hanging loose against one shoulder. a tiny constellation of freckles lived there—he’d counted them a dozen times in secret. the pad of his thumb found the hollow just below her ear, tracing a slow circle. testing. waiting. every movie night, he’d perfected the art of pretending the static electricity between them was just the tv. tonight he let himself feel it: low, aching warmth pooling behind his ribs, physics turned traitor in favor of magnetism. "im just — looking at you ... unless i should just close my eyes." grin curved wider, mischief lighting every angle of it. he drew the words out, thumb still circling on her knee. impulsively his body leaned forward. if she pulled away he'd get his answer and he'd never bring it up again. but if she didn't ...
“apollo.” noelle's warning came out far weaker than she'd intended, actually way more like a whine. entirely ruined by the fact that she hadn't moved an inch. the movie had long since become background noise, reduced to flickering light and the very real problem of him being entirely too close. there was no missing the heat of him now. the hand at her neck. the touch at her knee. the way he kept looking at her like that. her gaze lifted to his and stayed there longer than it should have before drifting lower. dangerous mistake. somehow, without thinking, she found herself nudging closer instead, the tip of her nose brushing lightly against his jaw. close enough to feel the warmth of his skin. close enough that pulling away would've been the obvious thing to do. except, she didn't. another slow circle of his thumb and a shiver ran through her before she could stop it. her own pair of legs somewhat nudged and parted at the notion, on instinct. noelle let out a frustrated sound under her breath, arching up for half a second only to turn and bury her face briefly against the side of his neck instead. “you know what you're doing.” the accusation came muffled and pointed. then came a charged pause. “you have to.” her fingers curled lightly into his shirt, lips brushing skin when she spoke. “you're driving me crazy.”
[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more
scarlett x lena !!
⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) for @honeyvce
𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - [ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more
scarlett couldn't remember how she was convinced to let this happen. actually, she couldn't recall saying anything, just staring at lena in pure awe. she was a mess, but lena knew that. she was doing this on purpose. scarlett knew her tricks and tactics, she just didn't know she'd go this far… she also didn't know she'd like it this much. she threw her head back against the couch they were relaxing on, not knowing what to do with her hands. “ l-lena… ” she whispered airily, though it sounded more like a plea. “ can you… can you go any faster? “ she panted, resting her hands on her thighs, wishing she were touching bare skin. ” i swear—if this is a game so you can just tease me and then leave me hanging? i will.. k-kill you. " she sighed, grinding back into lena with pure desperation.
closed // sydney & noelle // hot cocky girl kissers :') // @honeyvce
platinum tresses bounce with each airy step , shot glasses balanced between nimble digits as the gymnast pads into the bedroom . where her girlfriend perches at the vanity , placing the finishing touches on her makeup for the evening . it's going to be another late night , appearances expected at a couple different parties until they inevitably end up in the vip section of a club . ❝ well you look fucking incredible , ❞ hums low in approval , placing a glass into a waiting hand & clinking her own against it . plush brims pucker as tequila stings her throat , liquor stained kiss delivered to those of her love before padding over to the closet . hair & makeup finished early , slender frame has been adorned with a skimpy minidress & plenty of clinking jewelry ; all that remains is to select the perfect pair of heels , & the couple can be on their way . ❝ i'm thinking strappy red bottoms , ❞ muses thoughtfully , plucking an obsidian pair matching the description & donning them to assess in the mirror . ❝ do these look stupid with the black dress ? i'm trying to give sexy trophy girlfriend , not funeral party for a stripper . ❞
“oh, shut up,” noelle laughed, though the smile spreading across her face immediately gave away how much she loved hearing it. one manicured hand accepted the shot while the other settled briefly against sydney's hip as she stole a second kiss after the first. “you say that every time i get dressed and somehow i still believe you.” the tequila disappeared with a wince before she swiveled slightly in her vanity chair to properly inspect the heels. her gaze traveled from the shoes all the way up, taking in the dress, the jewelry, the hair, all of it. “first of all, rude. funeral party for a stripper is a very specific aesthetic.” one brow lifted dramatically. “and second of all, absolutely not.” noelle pointed toward the mirror. “those are hot. you're hot. together you're annoyingly hot.” she rose from the vanity then, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her outfit before stepping closer to adjust a loose strand of blonde hair behind sydney's ear. “you look exactly like a trophy girlfriend.” she looked her over once more, “which is perfect, because i'm planning on showing you off all night.”
" there you are, babe. i thought i lost you back there with the crowd. " gaze looking down at her, a gentle smile upon the male's lips. sure lorenzo doesn't know her on a personal level other than seeing her around celebration parties. however it seemed like she is being bothered by the other, and that meant knight in shining armour is making an appearance.
“babe?” brynn repeated, brows lifting as she turned toward the unfamiliar voice. for a second, confusion flashed across her features before her gaze flicked past him toward the person who'd been lingering a little too close all night. the pieces clicked together almost immediately. “god, there you are.” the relief came easily enough, slipping into the role without missing a beat as she stepped closer to his side. one hand settled lightly against his arm, a grateful smile tugging at her lips. “i was startin' to think you ditched me.” her eyes met his briefly then, amusement dancing beneath them. “good thing you found me before i had to start making poor decisions.”
[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t
wayne x val !!
⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) for @honeyvce
𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - [ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t
“ you know this is a horrible, horrible idea, right? ” wayne mumbled against valeria's lips, locking his office door with one hand and resting a hand at her hip with the other. he could make all the loose complaints he wanted to, he still couldn't resist his girl. once the door was locked he rested both hands on her waist, lifting her up and placing her on his desk. moments like this, he was happy he ran his own business, he didn't have to worry about anyone barging in. he pulled away to place opened mouth kisses along her neck, his hands trailing down from her waist, to her thighs. " you are such a distraction, you know that?" “ he mumbled in between kisses. ” i mean.. i've got stacks of work to do, and here you are. " he wasn't really complaining. if anything, he was really praising her. he needed her.
“did he/she really just touch you in front of me?” don + amara ooop
•⋅⊰∙∘☽ ☆ ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ──── jealous / possessive meme pt. 3
────────── answered prompt for @honeyvce / don & amara
adonis had always come from the sort of family that functioned less like a household and more like a town square. his parents' backyard had spent decades serving as the center of gravity for anyone lucky enough to know them, drawing in relatives, neighbors, old friends and new ones alike. every gathering seemed to grow its own roots, stretching lazily from afternoon into evening beneath strings of lights and
adonis had always come from the sort of family that functioned less like a household and more like a town square. his parents' backyard had spent decades serving as the center of gravity for anyone lucky enough to know them, drawing in relatives, neighbors, old friends and new ones alike. every gathering seemed to grow its own roots, stretching lazily from afternoon into evening beneath strings of lights and the scent of food lingering in the summer air. after all this time, it had only felt natural to bring amara into it. if she was going to be part of his life, then she deserved to see all of it. the loud parts. the chaotic parts. the people who had helped shape him long before she came along. sure, meeting a partner's family was enough to make anyone nervous, but adonis hadn't worried for a second. if anything, he had been more concerned his family would embarrass him than the other way around. he knew they would adore her. what he hadn't anticipated was just how quickly she'd become the sun around which everyone else seemed to orbit.
one minute she was tucked comfortably against his side, and the next she was being swept away by hugs from his parents, his mother holding onto her hands while his father welcomed her as though she'd been attending these gatherings for years. his sisters gravitated toward her almost immediately, pulling her into conversations and laughter, while his brothers seemed far more interested in reminding him how shocked they were that he'd somehow managed to convince a woman like amara to date him in the first place. adonis spent most of the afternoon watching the scene unfold with quiet amusement, standing on the outside of it all like a man observing magic happen in real time. she moved through his world with a kind of effortless grace that made it seem as though she'd always belonged there. each introduction felt less like bringing someone new into the fold and more like reuniting two things that had somehow been separated for too long.
everything was moving exactly as he'd hoped until a familiar face appeared through the gate. the feeling settled in his stomach immediately, heavy and unwelcome, like a storm cloud drifting across an otherwise clear sky. adonis tried not to react. tried not to look twice. tried not to let his attention linger long enough for anyone to notice. it wasn't as though there had ever been anything serious there. no great romance. no tragic ending. just the sort of messy history people accumulated when they were young and convinced every fleeting connection carried more significance than it actually did. still, some stories had a way of refusing to stay buried. he couldn't quite understand why his family had extended the invitation, nor did he particularly want to ask.
"come on," he said, slipping an arm around amara's waist. "let's get you something to eat." if there was a strategy to be found, it involved distance. tables groaned beneath enough food to feed an army, and adonis was quick to pile a little of everything onto his plate while encouraging amara to make herself at home. for a while, it worked. he managed to keep the evening moving, his attention anchored firmly where he wanted it. on her. always on her. the rest of the party faded into pleasant background noise, and as the hours passed he found himself settling into something comfortable and familiar. a drink in one hand. amara at his side. laughter drifting through the yard. there was something strangely profound about how naturally she fit there. like she'd quietly threaded herself through every corner of his life without disturbing a thing. if anything, she'd made the whole picture look more complete.
eventually he offered to grab them another round, pressing a kiss against her temple and promising he'd only be a minute before disappearing toward the coolers. he was halfway there when he noticed someone intercepting him. the sinking feeling returned before a single word was spoken.
she approached with the confidence of someone who already knew exactly what she was doing.
before he could react, she was wrapping herself around him in an embrace far more familiar than the situation warranted. dramatic. deliberate. the sort of performance meant for an audience rather than the person standing in front of her. don's stomach dropped. he kept his arms lifted awkwardly at his sides, refusing to return the gesture, but that did little to stop the slow drag of her hand down his chest or the flutter of lashes that followed. across the yard, laughter and conversation carried on as though nothing unusual was happening, but he could already see the fuse burning toward the inevitable explosion. the worst part was that he knew exactly what this was. jealousy dressed up as nostalgia. a last-ditch attempt to reclaim territory that had never truly belonged to her. and somewhere in the crowd sat amara, the woman he loved, the woman he'd wanted to share this part of his life with, while a ghost from his past stood between him and that future. adonis closed his eyes for half a second and exhaled slowly. of all the places he could have been in that moment, he would have chosen literally anywhere else.
adonis trailed back toward amara with the drinks in hand only to find her looking at him like a jury that had already reached its verdict. he could practically see the heat radiating from her from across the yard, sharp and silent and far more terrifying than any punch he'd ever taken. before he could even offer her the drink, the question landed.
did she really just touch you in front of me?
adonis froze. for a moment, all he could do was drag a hand down his face and stare at the ground. "no," he sighed automatically. then immediately grimaced. "i mean -- yes." his eyes squeezed shut. "fuck." somewhere in the distance, he could hear one of his siblings laughing, undoubtedly enjoying every second of watching him unravel. "-- not like that, though." the words stumbled out of him like loose stones tumbling downhill. "i don't... i didn't... we haven't..." every attempt at an explanation seemed to collapse before it reached her. amara simply stood there looking at him with those glossy, frustrated eyes that somehow made him feel worse than if she'd started yelling. if the roles had been reversed, adonis wouldn't have asked a single question. he'd probably be standing over some poor bastard wondering how difficult blood was going to be to get off his knuckles. unfortunately for him, amara possessed a level of patience he did not, and the harder he struggled to explain himself, the guiltier he sounded.
he instinctively reached for her hand, only for her to step back just enough for the rejection to land. the movement was subtle, but it hit him like a door quietly closing. adonis exhaled through his nose, shoulders sagging. "mar, come on." there was something almost pleading in his voice now. he would never admit it aloud, but there were few things in this world more intimidating than an angry amara. she stood there with one brow raised and a hand resting on her hip, her expression carved from stone. no amusement. no softness. just expectation. she looked like she was waiting for the truth, and adonis suddenly felt like he was standing beneath an interrogation lamp.
"our families know each other," he said carefully. "have for a long time. her and i..." he hesitated, looking almost surprised by his own memories. "we were never anything. nothing real. just stupid kids making stupid decisions. we never dated." the explanation left his mouth and immediately felt incomplete. amara's expression didn't change. she continued staring at him like she'd already spotted the missing piece before he'd even opened the box.
"alright," he relented, throwing one hand into the air. "alright, yeah. we messed around." the admission arrived with visible reluctance. "years ago, mar. years." he pointed between the two of them as though the distinction should have been obvious. "that wasn't... it wasn't this." because it wasn't. whatever he'd had with that girl belonged to a different lifetime. a handful of reckless choices and half-formed feelings he'd barely thought about in years. what he had with amara felt rooted. substantial. the difference between a spark and a hearth. one burned hot for a moment before disappearing. the other became home. "you saw what happened. i didn't touch her. i didn't hug her back. i honestly don't know what the hell that was." he shook his head, frustration creeping into his voice. "this -- this isn't why i brought you here." the words hung between them. around them, the party carried on uninterrupted, laughter floating through the evening air while children darted through the yard and conversations blended into a familiar hum. it all felt strangely distant now, like music playing in another room. adonis looked at her and hated the space that had opened between them. hated that one selfish act from somebody else had managed to wedge itself into a day that had been perfect only an hour earlier.
"i brought you here because you're my girl," he said finally, his voice quieter this time. steadier. "you've been my girl." his eyes held hers. "i don't have distractions, amara. you know that." and maybe she did know it. maybe that was what made this so frustrating. because if there was anyone in the world whose jealousy he couldn't blame, it was hers. she'd been blindsided in front of his family, his friends, an entire crowd of people. she deserved better than that.
adonis dragged both hands down his face again before letting out a humorless laugh. "i get it. you're pissed. honestly, you look like you could kill me right now." he risked a small smile, though it faded almost as quickly as it appeared. "and i'm sorry, mar. believe me, i am." his gaze dropped for a moment before returning to hers. "i don't know what the hell that was, but if i had to guess? she was trying to strike a nerve. probably didn't expect to see me standing here with someone like you." because amara was impossible to ignore. she walked into a room and attention followed her like sunlight followed the horizon. beautiful wasn't even the right word for it. beautiful felt too small. too simple. adonis knew exactly why another woman might look at what they had and feel jealous. the truth was, amara was beautiful and magnetic and anyone who saw adonis around her knew he was not coming up off of her ay time soon.
"believe me," adonis said, his voice steady despite the frustration knotting itself beneath his ribs, "i came here tonight with the exact person i want to be with. i'm exactly where i want to be with the person i want the most. there's nothing, and there's no one, out there that could change how i feel about you." a breath of laughter slipped past his lips, born entirely from disbelief rather than amusement. the whole situation felt so absurd he almost couldn't wrap his head around it. "i swear, i'm being honest. i don't know what that shit was. the weird hug, whatever the hell that was supposed to be...shit, it caught me off guard, too. you know i couldn't give a shit less about some petty situationship from my early twenties." and that was the truth of it. people from his past felt like old landmarks on roads he no longer traveled, half-forgotten places swallowed by distance and time. they didn't belong in the life he'd built for himself now, and they certainly didn't belong in the future he was trying to build with amara.
he reached for her again, and when she instinctively pulled away, adonis caught the belt loop of her jeans and tugged her back toward him. there was something firmer in the gesture this time, something possessive without being forceful, like he was tired of standing on opposite sides of a divide neither of them wanted. "come on, mar." his hand found her chin, gently guiding her gaze back to his. "you know i'm crazy about you, girl." he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing softly along her cheek. "i love you. you're all mine, and i'm all yours." the words settled between them with the certainty of an anchor finding the ocean floor. "no one else can have me. it's just you, mar." this time he kissed her slowly, one hand sliding to the nape of her neck as though afraid she'd disappear if he let her drift too far away. little by little, he could feel her softening beneath his attention, the tension melting from her like clay warming beneath careful hands. when he finally pulled back, his hand settled lightly along her collarbone, his gaze lingering on her face. "but i gotta admit..." the corner of his mouth curved upward. "it's kind of sexy when you get jealous like that." he was hopeless when it came to her attitude. every eye roll, every sharp look, every ounce of fire she threw his way seemed to tighten something inside his chest. amara immediately rolled her eyes again and swatted his hand away, but he stayed right where he was, close enough to feel her breath. "no, really. that little attitude? the pout? you're so damn fine even when you're pissed off."
and he meant it. he couldn't help himself. there was something embarrassingly satisfying about seeing proof that she cared as deeply as he did. jealousy wasn't pretty, but in her hands even that seemed to become something he found impossible not to love. "what?" he asked, a smug grin finding its way across his face. "you wanna give her something to look at instead?" before she could answer, he cupped her face and kissed her again, deliberately dramatic, deliberately inappropriate. the kind of kiss that left absolutely no room for interpretation. like he wanted the entire party, including the woman who'd tried to stir trouble, to understand exactly where he stood. his tongue swept lazily against her bottom lip. he could feel the vibration of amara's laughter against him, feel her small hands attempting to shove him away even as she struggled not to smile. that only encouraged him. he peppered kisses across her cheeks, her jaw, her forehead, entirely unbothered by her protests. his free arm wrapped securely around her waist, dipping her slightly as he buried her beneath affection until she was pink-cheeked and giggling, calling him inappropriate. adonis only shrugged, looking entirely unapologetic. "told you i'm crazy about you." his grin widened. "no one else exists in my world." his arm remained draped around her shoulders as he began steering her away from the party. "now come on. let me take your little jealous ass home so i can put you through my mattress."
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