flowerbloom

☆ MASTERLIST ☆

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Important:

▪︎ English is not my first language, so sorry if there are any mistakes.

▪︎ My stories are recommended for those over 16 years old.

▪︎ I accept requests, but I will only write if I feel comfortable with them. This serves both the story theme and the player!

▪︎If I accept the request, it may take a few days to be completed.

▪︎ I don't write explicit content. I prefer to work with something more suggestive.

I like to write stories with a more intimate and sensual atmosphere, but without going into explicit details of a relationship.

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Jobe Bellingham

𝙊𝙡𝙙 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/775967055190048768/%F0%9D%99%8A%F0%9D%99%A1%F0%9D%99%99-%F0%9D%99%81%F0%9D%99%A1%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A2%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%A8-%F0%9D%99%89%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%AC-%F0%9D%99%82%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A2%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%A8?source=share

The Star of the Party

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/776761339632861184/the-star-of-the-party?source=share

Getting in the Way

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/777153825539768320/vi-que-vc-tem-bandeira-do-br-ent%C3%A3o-vou-escrever?source=share

Only His

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/777330256586670080/only-his?source=share

Unseen Desire

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/777335288620105728/unseen-desire?source=share

Brownie Bliss

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/782012563393216512/amg-vc-t%C3%A1-bem-n%C3%A3o-vai-mais-escrever-suas-fics?source=share

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Jude Bellingham

Limits and Touches.

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/776056094743314432/limits-and-touches?source=share

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Kenan Yildiz

Desire in the Shadows PT.1

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/776211061731885056/desire-in-the-shadows?source=share

Desire in the Shadows PT.2

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/777425738998611968/part-2-of-desire-in-the-shadows-where-the-family?source=share

Say The Words

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/777597132594151424/omg-girl-i-love-your-writting-so-much-can-you?source=share

Five Days In Rio

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/777775040727056384?source=share

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Jamal Musiala

Love and Goals

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/777698137239388160/heyy-i-dont-normally-request-something-so-im?source=share

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Hector Fort

Between Shadows and Kisses

https://www.tumblr.com/flowerbloomsworld/776834911060492288/between-shadows-and-kisses?source=share

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Lamine Yamal

A Playful Workout

‼☆ Hi everyone! It's been a while, I’m back! I’m happy to know that you guys like my stories. I took a little break, but I plan to return. Thanks for the messages and requests.

About this story, to be honest, it was much longer, but I decided to post just this part. I wrote it thinking of Paul Walker, I'm a big fan of his, and lately, I've been writing some things imagining him as the main character. But I wasn’t sure if you guys would want to see a story with him, so I changed it to Jobe, which I thought would fit better.

A general context about the story: Jobe, who was supposed to be Walker, is the type of guy everyone wanted, but he was more to himself and didn’t get involved in serious relationships, until he met Jake’s younger sister. There was a certain vibe between them, but Marie pretended not to notice Jobe’s advances. A few days earlier, he was at her house with her brothers, and she baked a cake. Jobe always gave her a lot of compliments, and before he left, she gave him a piece to take home, which is why the jar appears in this chapter.

That’s it, guys. I’m posting, but I feel a little unhappy because I wanted it to be with Paul. What do you think about me posting stories about actors and other famous people?

In the end, I hope you guys like it. Kisses and happy reading! ♡

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Brownie Bliss

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: A light and fun night, where brownies, smiles, and the connection between Jobe and Marie create moments of pure happiness.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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The smell of mats mixed with sweat and disinfectant was already familiar. Jobe threw his backpack into the corner of the gym, still holding on to the silly happiness from earlier. Jake was already there, warming up, and when he saw Bellingham, he raised his hand to greet him.

— Hey, man. — he said, adjusting his gi. — Looks like someone's happy today.

Jobe dropped his jacket, put on his gi as well, and laughed, walking closer.

— I am, bro. — he said, that silly grin plastered on his face.

Jake squinted his eyes, suspicious.

— Tell me about it.

Bellingham shrugged, playing innocent.

— Let's just say... I got a special gift.

Jake raised an eyebrow, curious.

— Hmm... special gift? — he crossed his arms, suspicious. — What kind of gift?

He couldn’t help it and pulled out the plastic jar from his backpack, showing it like a trophy.

— Cake. — he said, proudly. — Made by your sister. And kept specially for me.

Jake looked at the jar and made an exaggerated grimace.

— You're kidding! — he feigned indignation. — She never saves anything for me.

Jobe laughed, closing the jar and storing it carefully.

— I'm telling you, man. It’s gotta be special to deserve this kind of treat.

Jake rolled his eyes.

— That's a lot of brown-nosing for just one guy.

Jobe laughed again, adjusting his gi on his body. Warming up his shoulders, he threw out the challenge:

— By the way... I need your help.

— Help? — Jake asked, suspicious.

— I can't return the jar empty. — he said seriously. — That's rude. I want to give back. But I need to nail the gift.

Jake crossed his arms, laughing slyly.

— And you think I’m going to give you the answer for free?

— No. — Jobe smiled.

— We'll settle this on the mat.

Jake raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

— What's the stake?

— Best of three. — Jobe proposed.

— If I win, you tell me something she loves. If you win, I’ll give up and stop bugging you.

Jake laughed and got ready.

— Deal.

In the first round, Barnes managed to surprise Bellingham and take him down with a quick lock. Jobe grumbled but got up, already fired up.

In the second, Bellingham was smart and reversed the fall, pinning Jake from behind. Everything was tied — and the last round was a real knee-scraper, sweat-inducing battle.

With a lot of effort and technique, Jobe managed to bring Jake down again and hold the position until the count. When the informal referee raised his hand, Jobe fell back, laughing and sweaty.

— YOU WON! — he shouted, clapping his hands. — Now spill it, Jake Barnes.

Jake, panting, shook his head.

— You’re such a pain, Bellingham.

— I'm waiting. — Jobe poked, grinning ear to ear.

Jake huffed, defeated.

— Brownie. — he said, reluctantly. — She LOVES brownie.

Jobe got all excited, clapping his hands on the mat. — I knew I could count on you, brother-in-law!

Jake rolled his eyes, but ended up laughing too.

— Just don't mess it up, Bellingham.

— Relax. — he said, standing up. — Perfect brownie, I got this.

And while they gathered their things to leave, Jobe was already making plans in his head: An amazing brownie. A simple note.

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The Bellingham kitchen looked like a real culinary battlefield: bowls and utensils scattered everywhere, flour on the countertop and floor, a faint smell of slightly burnt chocolate in the air. The "brownie" he had tried to make was unrecognizable — it looked like something someone had tried to save from a fire. Jobe stared at it, a frustrated expression on his face.

— How did I manage to do this? — he grumbled, scratching his head, trying to figure out where he went wrong.

He had become obsessed with the idea of making something special for Marie. Something that would show how much he was willing to put in the effort, to show her he really wanted to make her happy. But looking at the deformed piece of cake before him, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

With a defeated sigh, Jobe finally accepted the truth. There was no saving what he had made. He had no idea what had happened — one minute, he was mixing the batter excitedly, and the next, he had gotten distracted and ended up with a culinary disaster.

That’s when he had an idea: he would buy the brownie. Yes, he would try to make the gesture, but the real brownie would be bought. But to show that at least he had tried, he cut a small piece from the disaster he had made and placed it in the corner of the jar, next to the perfect piece he had bought.

With a nervous smile and a feeling of complete insecurity, he closed the jar and threw on some random shirt. It was a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety. He thought it might be ridiculous to give her a bought brownie, but somehow, he felt it was also important to show he had made the effort — even if that effort was a monumental failure.

He couldn’t wait until the next day. Anxiety was eating him alive, and he didn’t have the courage to spend the whole night with the jar in his hand, feeling impatient. That very afternoon, he decided he was going to the Barnes’ house.

The house was quiet when he arrived. Thomas answered the door with a mocking smile.

— Look who’s here! — he said, already calling inside — It’s Bellingham!

Jobe, somewhat awkward, asked:

— Are your parents home?

Thomas shook his head, replying:

— They’re out. Just us here. Marie’s in the laundry room.

Jobe thanked him and followed the sound of music coming from the back of the house. It was an upbeat song, something he immediately recognized as the kind of music Marie loved. When he reached the laundry room, he stopped at the door, unable to take his eyes off her.

Marie was there, with her back to him, wearing dark leggings and a tight top. She was moving clothes around with smooth motions, almost dancing to the rhythm of the music. Her hair was in a messy bun, like she had just come back from training. She was singing softly, so immersed in the moment that she didn’t notice Jobe watching her, his eyes fixed on her. And he got lost for a moment.

She had this ability to be both innocent and provocative without even trying. Her body was toned, with each of her movements the perfect balance of strength and softness. She was a real temptation.

He took a step forward, feeling his heart race. He couldn’t stop admiring how she moved, the way the music made her smile discreetly. She was completely immersed in her own energy, and Jobe couldn’t contain himself.

When he realized he was standing there, frozen, he decided to catch her attention.

— Hey... — he said, his voice a little softer than he intended.

Marie startled a bit and turned to him, surprised. She became shy when she realized he had been watching her.

— Hey... — she replied, her shy smile appearing on her face.

She looked at him, unsure if she should adjust herself or not. He watched her with a goofy grin, and she felt strangely charmed.

— I brought you something. — Jobe said, with a nervous smile. He extended the jar, still unsure what she would think.

She took the jar, immediately noticing the extra weight it had. She opened the lid, and when she saw the brownie, her eyes lit up.

— Ah, Jobe...! — she said, surprised and happy.

Her smile grew, and she looked at him with a sweet expression. But then, she noticed the small, strange piece in the corner of the jar. Her gaze fixed on it, confused.

Jobe, noticing, hurried to explain, awkwardly.

— Well... — he began, feeling vulnerable.

— I tried to make it. I swear I tried. But, you know, I got distracted cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and forgot to check the oven... and... well, this is what happened. I don’t even know where I went wrong.

He shrugged, still trying to hide how embarrassed he was. Marie laughed softly, his cuteness making her smile even more.

— It can’t be that bad... — she said, playfully, grabbing the questionable piece.

He watched her take a bite, anxiously waiting for her reaction. When she made a face, he couldn’t hold back and laughed.

— "Not that bad," huh? — he teased, his voice full of fun.

Marie tried to hide the grimace, but couldn’t. She tried to mask it, maintaining composure, but the smiles between them spread.

— It’s... different. — she joked, with a mischievous look.

Jobe laughed more, unable to stop looking at her. The atmosphere between them was light, comfortable, full of smiles and glances that spoke more than words.

— I'm good at many things... — he started, casually, but with a shy smile. — But in the kitchen... I’m a disaster.

Marie let out a little laugh and looked at him fondly.

They stood there, exchanging glances and smiles for a good while, until she whispered softly, almost like it was a secret between them:

— Thank you.

Jobe smiled even wider, feeling a warm sensation fill his chest. He was happy to have done this, even if it had gone wrong in such an adorable way.

Then, she took the piece of brownie he had bought, without hesitation, and brought it to his mouth.

He bit into it, and she, with a mischievous smile, took the rest and brought it to her own mouth. They chewed there, looking at each other, laughing. Jobe was completely enchanted. She was so close, so beautiful, that he almost forgot to breathe.

When she moved closer, touching his shirt and pulling him in, he felt her warmth invade every part of his body. She got so close he could smell her sweet perfume.

With a smile on her face, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

Then, with a bolder gesture, she ran her open hand across his chest, down to his stomach, making him shiver slightly. He looked at her, his mouth dry from wanting to kiss her so badly, but without the courage to make the first move.

Suddenly, she pulled him abruptly and unexpectedly, and he followed, without resistance. Like a well-behaved puppy. He couldn’t even think, just feel.

She looked back and, without changing her expression, asked:

— Do you like brownies with filling?

Jobe, still too lost to think, just smiled, watching her body move toward the kitchen.

— I’ve got brigadeiro in the fridge. — she added, with a playful tone in her voice.

They entered the kitchen, where Marie grabbed the plate with brigadeiro and, with a smooth motion, began spreading it over the brownie. It was as if they were creating something new together, and he was immersed in the simple pleasure of it. They shared the piece of brownie like that, feeding each other with smiles, exchanged glances, and casual touches.

At one point, Jobe, with a goofy smile, said:

— I don’t want any more... the brownie was for you, not for me to keep eating.

Marie made a dramatic face, placing her hands over her chest as if she were in agony:

— Oh no! Are you going to let me get fat alone?

Jobe laughed, surrendering to her charm and accepting another piece, like a reward for her persistence. He thought, without a doubt, that there was no better place than this, by Marie’s side, sharing the sweet treat and smiles.

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Five Days in Rio

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺:  Madeline and Kenan will have five days together, a small break in the middle of their busy routines. During this time, Madeline’s grandmother’s birthday will be the highlight, and in the two remaining days, they plan to enjoy each other’s company in a beautiful place before returning to Turin.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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February was always a busy month for Madeline. Besides being one of the hottest times of the year, it was also a period of intense work and fun. As one of the biggest Latin singers of the moment, her name was always involved in major events. Carnival was one of them. She loved the energy, the parades, the street parties—everything. But in addition to enjoying the festivities, she also had professional commitments. She was involved in campaigns, scheduled to perform at a few events, and, in the middle of it all, had other projects, like shooting for a friend’s new summer collection.

To top it off, there was a very special event: her maternal grandmother’s birthday. That Friday, the 26th, her family gathered as usual to celebrate the date. Every year, her uncles and cousins came together for the occasion, and this time, Kenan was there too.

Kenan had already gotten used to the warm and welcoming nature of his girlfriend’s Brazilian family. Ever since they made their relationship public, shortly after his transfer to Juventus, he had been embraced by Madeline’s family as if he were one of them. He got along with everyone, but her mother was especially fond of him, and her aunts were no different. Her grandmother, though, was the most vocal about her affection for him.

Dinner had already been served, and now everyone was gathered outside, sitting around a large table in the backyard. The atmosphere was light, filled with conversation, laughter, and a few playful jabs directed at Kenan. He sat beside Madeline, one of his hands resting absentmindedly on her thigh.

— My son-in-law is way too handsome! — Madeline’s mother suddenly blurted out, making her daughter roll her eyes with a smile.

— Mom! —Madeline protested, but her grandmother quickly chimed in.

— She’s right! I say that every time I see him! Look at that flawless skin, that hair… and those eyes? Everything about him is beautiful!

Kenan chuckled, both shy and amused by the compliments. He had gotten used to this kind of attention.

— Thank you — he said with a smile.

— Madeline got lucky! — one of her aunts added. —This boy is a prince.

— And a gentleman, too! — another one said.

Madeline shook her head, trying not to laugh.

— You all talk as if he’s not sitting right here, listening to everything — she teased.

— Oh, sweetheart, he already knows we love him — her grandmother said, reaching across the table to hold Kenan’s hand. — Promise me you’ll always take care of my granddaughter?

Kenan squeezed her hand affectionately and nodded.

— I promise — he said, looking at Madeline, who smiled at him.

The women continued chatting animatedly while one of the uncles practically dragged Kenan toward the group of men gathered by the grill.

— Come here, son, let me introduce you to the cousins who haven’t met you yet!

Kenan laughed as he got up, throwing Madeline a playful glance before heading over.

— Oh, he’s done for now — one of the cousins joked. — The guys are going to start testing him.

— Testing? — Kenan asked, intrigued, as he shook hands with her relatives.

— You know how it is—football, beer, and pointless debates… — the uncle laughed.

Sure enough, the conversation quickly turned to football. The cousins wanted to know everything about Kenan’s career, the behind-the-scenes of European football, and even tested his knowledge of Brazilian teams.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the yard, the women were deep in conversation—and the topic was obvious: Madeline and Kenan.

— So, tell us, sweetheart—he really is as amazing as he seems? — one of the aunts asked eagerly.

— He’s incredible — Madeline answered with a sincere smile. — He’s loving, supportive, funny… and, well, you’ve already seen how polite he is.

— We noticed how good-looking he is! — one of the cousins teased, making everyone laugh.

— And totally smitten with you. He looks at you with so much love.

Madeline felt her cheeks warm up.

— He does. I’ve never doubted that.

Her mother sighed dreamily.

— I always say you found yourself a real man. Kenan is a gift!

Madeline chuckled and nodded. He really was.

The night continued with laughter and warmth. Eventually, Kenan made his way back to Madeline, sitting beside her again and pulling her close. He loved having some kind of physical contact with her, and that was no secret to anyone.

After a few more hours, the celebration came to an end. The next day, Kenan and Madeline set off for the coast of Rio, ready to enjoy a little time alone together.

On Saturday, shortly after breakfast, Kenan and Madeline set off for their next destination. Initially, they had planned to enjoy Carnival and spend a few more days in Rio de Janeiro, but Kenan’s football commitments ended up interfering with their plans. With a packed schedule, he only managed to get a few days off at the end of the month, arriving in Brazil with just five days left of the festivities.

Still, he had been able to attend Madeline’s grandmother’s birthday, and now they had two full days just for themselves before Kenan had to return to Turin. They rented an Airbnb, not far from Madeline’s family’s house. It was located in a more secluded area near the coast, inside a gated community, practically on the beach.

The house, made of wood with a rustic and cozy style, was one of the most private in the area. It featured a spacious outdoor area with a pool and a gourmet space, complete with a central table. From the outdoor area, they had a direct view of the beach. To Madeline, it felt like paradise.

They explored the place and quickly decided to make the most of their free time. Madeline wasted no time putting on her bikini, ready to enjoy the sun, while Kenan was more relaxed, in no rush. She, as always, loved Rio’s heat, and the intense warmth made her feel at home.

Before lying on the lounge chair, she applied sunscreen, rinsed off quickly under the outdoor shower, and settled in with her sunglasses on, enjoying the breeze and the sun at the same time.

Kenan, on the other hand, was still on his phone, wearing comfortable shorts and a backward cap, his gold chain gleaming around his neck. Madeline, though focused on soaking up the sun, couldn’t help but steal a few discreet glances at him. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, but he didn’t notice—too absorbed in whatever he was doing on his phone.

After a while, he finally set his phone down on the outdoor kitchen table and went to rinse off under the shower. Madeline, still lying down, caught sight of him and felt like she was witnessing something divine.

His muscular body, his dark blond hair still damp, water streaming down his skin as he turned off the shower… it was impossible not to stare.

He walked over slowly, and when he reached her, he perched on the edge of her lounge chair.

— Hey — Madeline greeted him with a smile overflowing with affection.

— Beautiful — Kenan replied, running his large hand over her thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. — Put some sunscreen on me? — he asked, handing her the bottle of sunscreen.

— You need to dry off first — Madeline said, laughing but keeping her focus.

Kenan grabbed a towel and started drying himself off, but with a teasing smirk, he added:

— Enjoying the view? You’re not even trying to hide it.

— I don’t know what you’re talking about — Madeline replied, trying to maintain her composure, but his gaze made it difficult.

— Sure you don’t — Kenan said, his tone both skeptical and amused as he sat down so she could apply the sunscreen.

Madeline tried to concentrate, but with Kenan sitting there, it was nearly impossible. His skin was warm, and the sexual tension between them was undeniable. As she began applying the sunscreen to his chest, she almost lost her train of thought.

He kept teasing her, making playful comments at every touch.

— I think you’re losing focus — Kenan teased as she moved on to his toned abs.

— I’m not! — she insisted firmly, though deep down, she knew he was right.

After much effort to stay focused, Kenan was finally free. Wasting no time, he jumped into the pool with the excitement of a child. He spent some time there, having fun on his own, swimming and playing around.

Madeline, on the other hand, decided to continue reading her book. She was completely immersed in the romance.

After a while, Kenan started feeling lonely in the pool and swam toward the nearest edge where she was. Leaning against it slightly, he called out to her.

— Hey — he said.

Madeline lifted her eyes from the page and looked at him, noticing the smile he was trying to hide.

— Come in, the water’s perfect — Kenan insisted.

— In a bit, love — Madeline replied, already intending to focus on her book a little longer.

But, as always, he repeated the invitation several times. Until, finally, the decisive moment came.

Madeline turned onto her stomach on the lounge chair, lying on her front to tan her back. Her red bikini accentuated her curves even more, and that, without a doubt, caught Kenan’s attention.

He stood still for a moment, his eyes fixed on her. Unable to resist any longer, he got out of the pool and walked toward her, standing right in front of her, blocking the sunlight.

Madeline, surprised, put her book down and looked up at him.

— What? — she asked, a bit confused.

— Come to the pool with me — Kenan said with a mischievous smile.

— Babe, not now — she replied, trying to stay calm, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to give up.

— You’ve been saying that forever — Kenan complained, standing there with a teasing smile.

— I just turned over. I need to tan my back too — she explained, unable to hide her playful tone.

Kenan remained still, his gaze intense. His eyes trailed down her body, admiring every curve.

She noticed and, with a sly smile, said:

— What are you looking at, Kenan?

— Sorry, your ass distracted me — he replied, his smirk never fading.

She laughed, slightly flustered, and tried to make a joke.

— I’ll set a timer, and when it’s up, I’ll come, okay?

Kenan, impatient, answered:

— No.

— Stop being annoying, Kenan! Move, you’re blocking my sun. I’ll be there soon — Madeline protested, trying to shoo him away.

— I’ll set it for 20 minutes. When it’s up, you come in — Kenan decided, looking satisfied.

— 20 minutes is too short. Set it for 40 — she bargained, trying to buy herself more time.

— What? 40 minutes is way too long. You wanna roast in the sun? — Kenan said with an amused look.

She laughed and replied:

— Okay, then 30 minutes.

He agreed and went back into the pool. Time passed quickly, and after 25 minutes, Kenan got out of the water and walked over to her. Without warning, he picked her up bridal style, making Madeline panic.

— There are still five minutes left, Kenan!

But he didn’t respond. He walked toward the edge of the pool, getting ready to throw her in.

— Kenan Yildiz, if you throw me in, consider yourself a dead man! — she yelled, already feeling completely powerless.

Kenan, with an amused smile, took a step back and set her down on the ground, putting on a fake guilty expression. Annoyed, Madeline stepped away and started walking toward her lounge chair.

— You didn’t even let me mark the page I was reading — she complained, looking at him with both amusement and mild frustration.

But he didn’t let her get far. He quickly stepped in front of her and picked her up again, this time holding her tighter. His grip was firm on her ass as he ran toward the pool.

By the time he reached the edge, Madeline didn’t even have time to protest—she was launched straight into the water. She barely had time to react before they both crashed into the pool together, the water engulfing them.

Kenan held Madeline close as she laughed, trying to push him away. She gave him a few playful slaps, but he was too strong, holding her firmly in place.

Instead of letting her go, Kenan pulled her even closer and kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow, passionate, and the energy between them was electric. Their bodies were pressed together, the water surrounding them making the moment even more intense.

Madeline surrendered completely, lost in the feeling of the kiss. Kenan’s grip was firm, almost taking her breath away. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their hearts racing.

With a satisfied smile, Kenan said:

— I saw where you stopped. Page 500.

Madeline, still smiling, replied:

— That book has 432 pages.

Kenan chuckled, realizing his mistake.

— Oh, right — he said with a mischievous grin.

— Yeah — Madeline confirmed, moving closer to him again. She wrapped her arms around Kenan’s neck and, with a smooth motion, pulled him into another kiss—deeper, more intense, and filled with desire.

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ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ♡

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☆ Hello, how are you? I hope you're doing well! I'm really happy to know that you enjoy my writing. I started developing this story a few days ago, and when I saw your comment yesterday, I thought about blending my ideas with yours. I hope you like it! I'm still considering writing something based solely on your ideas, but either way, thank you for your support. Enjoy the read, and don’t forget to leave a like! xoxo ♡

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love and goals

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Jamal Musiala, Bayern’s star, is in a phase of great achievements, and after an impressive hat-trick, he finds himself surrounded by the admiration of the fans and the pride of Ella, his partner. Between success on the field and celebrations with his team, they share moments of tenderness and connection, where love blends with the joy of victory. As the day unfolds, the celebration turns into a special night for the couple, where the bond goes beyond football and strengthens in an intimate and emotional setting. A story of love, success, and achievements, both on and off the field.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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Jamal and Ella had known each other since they were kids, thanks to her older brother. Ella, a Brazilian, moved to England early when Jonas was bought by Chelsea in 2010 to play in the youth team, around the same time Jamal arrived. The two became inseparable ever since, both being 7 years old, while Ella was just 4.

With Ella’s family moving to England and Jamal being there on his own, they never separated. Her family welcomed him as one of their own. Jamal became like a brother to both Jonas and Ella.

When I say they were inseparable, I really mean it. They were always together. But at 16, when he was sold to Bayern Munich, Ella’s family felt a deep sadness.

Despite the distance, Jamal’s absence always marked Ella’s life. He had always been so kind, so affectionate, treating her with a care that she truly valued.

The truth is, Ella had been in love with Jamal since she was 9, but she thought it was impossible for several reasons. Jamal began noticing her when she was 12, and he remembered it well.

Flashback

It all started when he came back from vacation. He had gone to spend some time with his family in Germany, and when he returned, his perception of Ella had changed. He arrived two weeks before the holidays ended, and, as always, he stayed at Jonas’s house during that time.

When Jamal arrived at the door, it was Diego, Ella’s father, who opened it.

— Jamal, my boy, you’re back! — Diego smiled, giving Jamal a pat on the back and letting him in.

— Hi, Mr. Diego! How’s everything? — Jamal asked, smiling easily as he entered, already familiar with the house.

He heard voices coming from the kitchen. As he approached, he realized that Jonas and Ella were in the middle of an argument.

— You haven’t grown at all, Ella! — Jonas was teasing his sister.

— I have grown! You’re crazy! — Ella shot back indignantly.

Janice, Ella’s mother, was watching with a contained smile, trying not to laugh at the kids’ argument. When she noticed Jamal, her smile widened, and she waved at him.

— Oh, Jamal, it’s so good to see you! — Janice said, smiling and walking toward him. The siblings were so focused on their argument that they didn’t notice he had already arrived.

— Jamal! — Jonas finally looked at him, surprised. — You came early, huh!

Jamal smiled and greeted his friend. Ella, who had her back to him, quickly turned around when she heard him and, without much formal greeting, walked up to him and gave him a quick hug.

— Hi, Jamal — she said, pulling away almost immediately. She stopped in front of him, looked him up and down, and asked with a curious smile:

— Don’t you think I’ve gotten taller?

For the first time, Jamal saw Ella in a different way. She was wearing a short white top and loose shorts, which seemed a bit shorter than he remembered. She wore white socks, and the way she positioned herself in front of him made him notice details he had never seen before.

Her chest was a little more prominent, naturally following the shape of her top without being exaggerated. Her legs seemed more toned, and her eyes, even more mesmerizing. Jamal was caught in her gaze for a moment until Jonas, suspicious, gave him a light nudge on the shoulder.

— Earth to Jamal! — Jonas said, laughing, and shook Jamal’s shoulder.

Jamal quickly snapped back to reality, a bit dazed.

— Oh, right... of course — Jamal replied with a slight smile, trying to cover up his reaction.

Ella looked at him with a more attentive, almost worried gaze and asked:

— Are you okay, Jamal?

— Yeah, sure. Just... a little distracted — Jamal responded, forcing a more natural smile, while his eyes slid back to hers.

From that moment on, Jamal never looked at Ella the same way again. He felt a bit guilty, but he also understood that she was growing up, which was completely natural. At first, it was just an attraction, but soon that feeling became stronger, something he couldn’t ignore.

Jamal was sure he liked Ella when he saw her talking to Cole, a teammate of his and Jonas’s, at Jonas’s birthday party. He knew Cole had shown interest in Ella several times, and that night, seeing them laughing together made a strange feeling grow inside him. It was a feeling he didn’t want to have, but he couldn’t ignore it.

Without thinking much, Jamal walked over and said, trying to hide his irritation:

— Hey, Ella, can you give me a hand real quick?

Ella turned to him, a little surprised. — Hi, Jamal, sure. What do you need?

— Well, I was thinking... can you help me find the bathroom? — Jamal forced a smile, trying to seem as casual as possible. The excuse was silly, but he just wanted to get her away from Cole.

Ella looked at him confused. — Don’t you know where the bathroom is? It’s practically in your house.

Jamal looked to the side, making sure Cole wasn’t paying attention.

— Oh, yeah... but I... I don’t really remember, and... could you show me? — He gestured, trying to seem carefree.

Ella looked at him for a moment, still not quite understanding, but she eventually agreed.

— Okay, let’s go.

She followed Jamal down the hallway, still not understanding what was happening, and Jamal, in turn, didn’t know how to explain the situation. When they reached a more secluded corner, he said, trying to cover up the situation.

— Okay, I think we found the bathroom... I just wanted to get you out of there, you know?

Ella looked at him, completely confused.

— Seriously? You called me here just to get me away from Cole?

Jamal gave an awkward smile and scratched his neck. — Yeah, it was kinda silly... but I just didn’t want you to be there. It wasn’t a big deal. — He looked away, avoiding her gaze, still not understanding what had driven him to act that way.

Ella looked at him, a bit unsure of what to think, but nervously laughed.

— Alright, Jamal, if you say so...

That little gesture left Ella confused, but at the same time, completely flustered. It seemed like jealousy, but was it really? Jamal’s action was so unexpected, so strange, that it affected her in a way she couldn’t explain. Still, she tried not to think too much about it, pretending nothing significant had happened. But the feeling lingered, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was really going through his mind.

And so it went. They lived their lives normally, pretending they felt nothing more than friendship, until Jamal decided to invite Ella for ice cream. He remembers never feeling so nervous in his life. The idea of inviting her to an ice cream shop came because he knew how much she loved ice cream, and that increased the chances of her not refusing.

Jamal had his hands in his pockets, trying to seem carefree, but his tone of voice betrayed his shyness:

— And... ah, you... wanna go get ice cream with me? If it’s not a problem, of course.

Ella looked at him, a bit surprised, but with a smile on her face.

— Sure, why not? You know I love ice cream.

The invitation was simple, but the conversation flowed naturally while they were there. It was a quick outing, but very fun. They talked about many things: Jamal’s games, what was going on at Ella’s school, and even some funny childhood stories. With each meeting, they felt more comfortable with each other.

— I didn’t know you knew so much about... those board games. You almost seem like you have a hidden talent.

— I’m full of surprises. There’s more where that came from.

These outings became more frequent, and it soon became obvious to both of them that something more was happening. Their friendship was turning into something deeper, although they both tried not to pay too much attention to it at first.

Eventually, when Ella was 15 and Jamal 18, he asked her to be his girlfriend. Despite the distance — Jamal had already returned to Germany —, they never separated. They kept in touch every day, with calls, voice messages, and video chats. Even though Ella was still in school and Jamal focused on his games, they always found a way to meet whenever they could.

The relationship lasted three years, plus one year of engagement. Yeah, crazy, right? Jamal had been famous for a long time, one of the biggest names in football, a big promise. He shone every time he stepped onto the field. He had always been reserved but always made it clear he had someone by his side. And when he confirmed the engagement rumors at 22, the media went wild because he was so young. There were a lot of positive comments, but also many criticisms. Some members of Ella’s family also gave negative opinions, as she had just finished school and was in her second year of university.

Ella’s parents, although they loved Jamal and knew he was a good person, had some doubts.

— You’re both so young, Ella. — Janice couldn’t hide her worry, looking at her daughter. — I just want you to think carefully... You’re both so young to make such a big decision right now.

She looked at her parents and sighed. She knew this moment would come, but she was certain of her decision.

— Mom, Dad... we know what we’re doing. We’re not making any rash decisions. Jamal is the right person for me.

Diego, always more direct, tried to be cautious, but without disrespecting his daughter’s choice.

— We’re not saying he isn’t, honey. It’s just... you’re just starting college. There’s a lot ahead of you. — He looked at Janice, then at Ella, trying to soften his words. — We know you have real feelings, and Jamal... well, he’s a good guy. We trust him.

— We’re just worried, dear. — Janice smiled kindly, but her voice still carried a hint of concern. — But if you’ve made up your mind, the most important thing is that you’re happy.

Jamal, who had been there, quiet and observing, felt a wave of gratitude seeing the trust of Ella’s parents, even though there was that natural concern due to their age. He knew that, deep down, they accepted him and trusted that he would take good care of Ella.

— Thank you, Diego, thank you, Janice. I’ll take great care of her, you can be sure of that. — Jamal smiled, and his words were sincere.

Ella looked at him with a smile, feeling secure in the decision they had made, knowing that, with their support, the road would be even firmer.

Jamal and Ella’s wedding was intimate but full of luxury. A small ceremony, with only close family and friends. Even with the discretion, the event was absolutely stunning, with the simple elegance that marked the most important day of their lives. Few images leaked, most taken secretly, but those who were present would never forget the unique atmosphere and the happiness of the couple.

Right after the wedding, Jamal and Ella headed to their honeymoon in Búzios, a destination that held special meaning for Ella, who had always loved the charm and tranquility of the place. The inn they chose was charming, with a stunning view of the beach, perfect for romantic moments.

The morning after the wedding, the beach called them, and the couple was preparing for a day of sun and sea. Ella was in front of the mirror, applying cream to her face, while Jamal watched her, sitting on the bed with a goofy smile on his face.

Ella looked at him, laughing a little.

— Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to help me get ready for the beach? — she asked, still applying the product, but giving him a playful look.

Jamal laughed and got up from the bed, walking toward her with a mischievous smile on his face. He stood behind her, looking at her reflection in the mirror, and she felt his closeness even before he said anything.

— You look amazing, you know? — he murmured, lowering his gaze to her body.

Ella rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile.

— I know, but now I need you. Can you put sunscreen on my back? — she asked, turning a little and looking at him with a mischievous look.

Jamal smiled back, enjoying the moment. He grabbed the sunscreen and began spreading it on her back, his hands gently sliding down her skin. In the end, he couldn’t resist and gave her butt a playful pat.

— You really are incredible. — he said, in a lower voice, almost a whisper. — I never get tired of looking at you.

Ella, a little surprised by his boldness, laughed and turned to him, maintaining a challenging look.

— You’re impossible, Musiala. But what can I do? — she said, trying to keep a serious tone, but fun clearly showing in her voice.

He laughed and pulled her closer before kissing her on the forehead.

— I’ll keep making you smile, that I know. And I’ll keep admiring you like this every day.

Ella smiled, feeling the affection and intimacy of the moment. They were far from the pressures of the outside world, and in that instant, with soft touches and playful moments, everything felt perfect.

They got ready and left the inn, ready for another wonderful day in Búzios, enjoying every second of this new phase of their lives.

It wasn’t long before the game season was back. Bayern would face Bayer Leverkusen in the Super Cup, and the match was scheduled for August 18th. Jamal and his teammates were called back to training at the beginning of August. While Jamal was at training, Ella focused on college. She preferred staying out of the spotlight, being as private as possible. It was hard to escape the news, of course, since she was married to one of the most famous players, but she did her best to stay away from the cameras. Now that she was living in Germany, Ella was starting to study at a local university. Everyday German was still tricky, but she was putting in effort to understand and speak it correctly. She had started learning German when she began dating Jamal, and now she was dedicating herself even more to the language.

Jamal was excited to be back on the field, especially with the Super Cup. He had a positive attitude about the competition and was confident that his team would win.

One evening, he came home a little later than usual, almost 8 p.m. His expression was slightly tired, and in his hands, he held a bag from a café Ella loved. Ella was at home, struggling with the new subject at college. It was an important topic, so she had spent the whole day reviewing and watching explanatory videos on the subject. She was so focused on the video that she didn’t notice when Jamal arrived.

As soon as he entered the house, he called out to her, but Ella was so focused that she didn’t hear him. Then, Jamal went to the door of the office, where she liked to study, and that’s when Ella finally noticed his presence. She quickly paused the video and ran into his arms. Jamal picked her up and kissed her on the forehead. With a smile, he gently placed her on the table in the center of the room and, with a sparkle in his eyes, handed her the bag.

— Here you go, your slice of Red Velvet. I knew you were dying for it. — he said, watching her with affection.

Ella looked at him, smiling, and gave him a kiss on the lips, a softer kiss, but one that didn’t go unnoticed. Jamal, not wasting time, deepened the kiss, making her smile even more when he pulled away.

— How was training? — Ella asked, curious, after pulling away from him.

— It was tough today, I’m kind of broken... — Jamal replied, making a tired expression, but with a faint smile.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to his body. With his head resting on her neck, he spoke in a low voice.

— I don’t think I even need to ask how your day was, right? — he said, his voice soft.

Ella laughed, hugging him tighter.

— The professor introduced a new topic and said it would be really important, that it would be on the exam... but I didn’t understand anything! — She sighed, frustrated with the difficult content.

Jamal made a face and said:

— They haven’t even really started the classes, and they’re already talking about exams? Ugh... — he joked, making her laugh.

Ella smiled, and they continued to embrace, cuddling each other. But Jamal, with a mischievous grin, asked:

— Can you give me a little head rub? — he asked, making a cute face.

Ella looked at him, amused.

— Are you feeling needy, baby? — she asked, laughing at how he was asking for attention.

Jamal shrugged exaggeratedly and said:

— Yes, the training was really tough. Only a little affection can save me now... — he tried to be dramatic, but without losing the fun.

Ella laughed and gave him a loving smile.

— Go take a shower, love. I’ll take another look at the material, and then I’ll be with you. — she said, determined.

Jamal lifted his head off her neck and said dramatically:

— I took a shower at the training center... And about the material, you’ll see it later. — and without warning, he picked her up and started walking toward the bedroom.

Ella pretended to complain.

— Love, I need to look at the material! — she said, trying to act serious.

Jamal looked at her with a completely dramatic expression and said:

— The material is more important than me? Your husband? — he pretended to be very offended, but the smile on his face gave him away.

Ella laughed, squeezing him even tighter.

— Stop being dramatic, man! — she laughed, still enjoying his playful way.

When they reached the bedroom, Jamal laid her on the bed and threw himself on top of her, cuddling her body as if he didn’t want to leave.

— I can’t wait to get back to playing. I want you at the match, you know? You’re coming, right? — Jamal asked, with a smile on his face, while looking at her with affection.

Ella smiled and gave him a quick kiss.

— I’ll be there, love. — she replied, with a sweet look.

He laid his head back on her neck, squeezing her tighter and pulling her closer, as if he wanted to merge their bodies. The tight embrace and their closeness showed just how much Jamal wanted that moment.

That night, Jamal didn’t let Ella focus on studying or anything else. Wherever she went, he was right behind her, acting all cuddly. When she stood up to grab something, he was already there, snuggling up to her, asking for attention.

— Just a little more affection, please? — he said with a mischievous smile.

Ella could only laugh, unable to resist all the attention, and once again, they lost themselves in those moments of affection, laughing and hugging as the night passed.

Days went by, and the big match day arrived. Jamal spent the day at the training center, focused as always. Ella was at home, preparing for the game. When it was time, she got ready carefully. She chose a pair of black flare jeans, a Bayern shirt with Jamal’s name and number on the back, some accessories, and comfortable sneakers. She left her hair natural, just the way he liked it. She looked stunning, but also comfortable, knowing she would spend hours at the stadium.

Once at the VIP area, she sat with Jamal’s family. The game was a true showcase of Jamal’s talent, as he scored a hat-trick. The crowd was ecstatic, and Ella couldn’t hide her pride. Each goal was dedicated to her with subtle gestures full of love. Bayern won 6-2, and the victory felt even more special for Jamal, who was in top form.

Right after the final whistle, the medal ceremony began. Jamal joined his teammates, receiving his medal one by one. When it ended, the team was free to celebrate. He was the first to run over to where the family was, eager to find Ella.

He picked her up, his face beaming with joy, holding her tight, overjoyed with the win.

— You saw it, right? I did it, love! — he said, his face glowing with happiness.

She laughed and hugged him tighter.

— I saw, you were amazing! I knew you’d crush it! — she replied, her eyes sparkling with pride.

Jamal then took off his medal and, with a loving smile, placed it around her neck. Ella touched the medal with an enchanted smile, surprised by the gesture.

— This medal is also yours — Jamal said, grinning. — You’ve been with me all the way.

She pulled him in for a kiss, grateful and moved. Later, he quickly pulled away to grab the trophy. He headed over to the cup, Ella by his side. When the team started taking photos with it, Jamal pulled her close, positioning her by his side for a picture.

— Come on, let’s take our victory photo —he said, holding the cup and smiling at the camera.

Ella posed next to him, holding the trophy, feeling even happier to share the moment with her husband. Their smiles reflected the joy and pride they felt for each other. The photo, with them glowing beside the cup, quickly spread on social media, catching the attention of fans.

After the team’s official celebration, Jamal and Ella were exhausted but happy. When they got home, the fatigue hit Jamal immediately. He collapsed onto the bed, practically passing out from exhaustion, as he always did after a big game. Ella was tired too but allowed herself to be carried by the joy of the night, still smiling inside from the win and her husband's love.

The next day, Bayern hosted a celebratory lunch for the Supercup victory. The event took place at a sophisticated restaurant by Lake Starnberg, with a spectacular view of the water and sunny weather, a pleasant breeze making everyone feel at ease.

Jamal looked sharp in a dark suit, and Ella, radiant in a light, elegant silk dress. They both looked their best, reflecting the happiness of the moment. They were surrounded by Jamal’s teammates and their families, sharing laughs and stories from the game.

— Jamal, you were unstoppable yesterday, man! — Leon Goretzka laughed, approaching Jamal as he and Ella sat down at the table. — That was a real show. How did you manage to score those goals?”

— Pff, just a little luck and lots of practice — Jamal replied with a playful smile, before glancing at Ella. — But the real motivation was having you there watching me.

Ella smiled and shook her head. — Oh, of course, you’re always so modest — she teased, winking at him.

Joshua Kimmich, sitting nearby, joined the conversation with a laugh.

— Modest, my foot. He was already acting like a star before the game. But one thing I didn’t get, Jamal... you scored a hat-trick, but where’s the best player trophy?

Jamal made a face, pretending to be upset.

— They were saving the award for the rest of the team. But of course, I didn’t do anything other than being the best of them all, so it’s fine.

The whole team laughed, and Serge Gnabry, on the other side of the table, added:

— In the end, the one who always shines is Jamal. We can’t hide anymore that he’s our star.

— Ah, we’re all playing well now —Jamal said with a wide grin, raising his glass. — But this title is for all of us.

Everyone toasted, laughing and exchanging game stories. The atmosphere was laid-back, full of jokes and teasing, but also with a strong sense of team spirit.

The event continued with more relaxed conversations, playful banter, and plenty of toasts. Throughout the afternoon, Jamal and Ella were always together but kept exchanging those meaningful looks, as if sharing something just between them.

When the event finally ended and everyone began to say their goodbyes, Jamal pulled Ella aside into a more private corner.

— Now, we celebrate our way — he whispered in her ear, with a mischievous smile.

Later, when they got home, the relaxed atmosphere turned into something more intimate. Jamal looked at her with a sly smile, clearly thinking about something more private.

— Now, love… — Jamal began, walking slowly toward her. — I think we should celebrate this title in a more... personal way. How about we do it, just the two of us, the way we know best?

Ella, sensing the intention in his eyes, couldn’t help but smile, and with a teasing look, she responded:

— I think you’re right... but you’ll have to convince me, won’t you?

Without wasting time, Jamal pulled her close, kissing her passionately. Their kiss started off calm but soon intensified, reflecting the desire and happiness they both felt. Jamal’s hands roamed over her body, holding her against him as if he never wanted to let go. Ella, in turn, surrendered to the moment, feeling the warmth of his body and his soft but intense touch.

The atmosphere around them grew more intimate, their breath growing heavier. Jamal guided her to the bedroom, where the tension of desire seemed to heighten.

— I love you —Jamal whispered, his voice low, as he lay her down on the bed. — I’m the happiest man in the world when I’m with you.

And that night, they savored every second of each other’s company, the intimacy they shared, every touch, every kiss, every gesture becoming a unique and unforgettable celebration of love and accomplishments.

Jamal, with a satisfied smile, considered himself the happiest man in the world at that moment, holding the woman he loved in his arms, celebrating in their own way but in a way he would never forget.

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Can you please write something for kenan, something a bit spicy maybe but mixed with angst

It could he him being jealous then wanting to prove to her he is the best

Or his trying something new in the bedroom

Or finally after bad timing starting to date officialy and then not having the opportunity to sleep together for the first time

Just throwing ideas out there haha

☆ Hello, how are you? Thank you so much for the affection! I didn’t quite understand the last suggestion you gave, haha (sorry). But I wrote something new and tried to mix the first and second requests. I hope you like it. Enjoy reading and don’t forget to like. xoxo! ♡

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Neither of them had ever talked about making it official, but there was never any doubt about what they felt. Until an unexpected argument pushes Chloe to finally put into words what had always been there. Kenan may not be one for grand declarations, but some things he insists on making crystal clear—and not just with words.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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The Allianz Stadium was buzzing with energy. Juventus had secured a convincing victory, and their number ten had been one of the standout players of the match. He had scored a goal, provided an assist, and was clearly pleased with his performance.

After the final whistle, the players wandered across the field, greeting fans and teammates. That’s when a kid in the stands caught Kenan’s attention, holding up a handmade sign: "Kenan, your jersey?"

It was a simple request, and Kenan never said no to things like that. Without a second thought, he pulled off his sweat-drenched jersey and walked over to the edge of the pitch to hand it to the boy. The kid’s face lit up, and the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers.

But as Kenan turned to walk back, murmurs rippled through the stands.

Scratches.

Multiple.

Red, fresh, and scattered across his broad, muscular back.

At first, it was just a few quiet remarks here and there. But within seconds, the cameras zoomed in. Photos were snapped, videos surfaced. Fans pointed, whispered, and before long, the speculation spread like wildfire.

Back in the locker room, Kenan had no idea what was happening. He had barely shut his locker when Federico Chiesa approached him, grinning.

— What the hell happened to you, Kenan?

He pointed at Kenan’s back, still chuckling.

The other players overheard and gathered around. Weston McKennie whistled as he took in the scratches.

— Damn, man. Was this a fight or just a wild night?

— More like an attack. — Miretti added, smirking. — Someone got their claws on you.

Kenan rolled his eyes and let out a breath.

— You guys are exaggerating.

— Exaggerating? — Chiesa grabbed his phone and opened Twitter. — Have you seen this?

On the screen, a video played: Kenan removing his jersey, handing it to the kid, and turning around. The slow-motion zoom captured the scratches in high definition. The caption?

"My God, what did they do to Kenan? 🔥"

The comments were already blowing up.

@JuventusFan99: He doesn’t have a girlfriend… or does he?

@SoccerQueen: Those scratches were made with passion. I need details!

@PaparazziItaly: Investigation underway. Who’s the mystery woman?

Kenan ran a hand down his face.

— Oh, great.

— Dude, who did this to you? — Chiesa nudged him, amused. — Because it sure as hell wasn’t a cat.

McKennie laughed.

— More like a tigress.

The whole locker room burst into laughter as Kenan shook his head.

— You guys need to find a hobby.

— This is our entertainment. — Miretti grinned. — Now, spill. Who is she?

Kenan didn’t answer. He just grabbed his phone and checked his notifications.

He already knew people were speculating. And it wouldn’t take long before someone connected the dots and figured out the truth.

It didn’t take long at all.

The internet worked fast. Online detectives pieced together photos, analyzed patterns, and reached the only logical conclusion: Kenan Yildiz was involved with Chloe Evans.

Chloe was a model and actress, one of the biggest names in fashion. Petite, curvy, and with a runway walk that turned heads everywhere she went. People wanted her. Magazines, designers, directors—everyone.

And now, apparently, Kenan had her.

The rumors snowballed into near scandal levels. They were spotted together more frequently—leaving restaurants, strolling through quiet streets, exchanging glances. Not exactly hiding, but not making it obvious either. Just enough to drive the media crazy.

Then came the moment that sealed it.

Chloe attended a Juventus game. She wore a loose-fitting sweater, but when the cameras focused on her, fans noticed the detail that set everything off: Kenan’s name and number were printed on the back.

The entire stadium let out a collective “ooooh,” and the commentators wasted no time:

— Well, looks like we have a special guest in the stands today.

— And she’s repping Kenan Yildiz. Can we make this official now?

The internet exploded. Memes flooded in, speculations doubled. Kenan and Chloe were officially the center of attention.

Then, during a vacation with friends, they were spotted at a party.

Chloe looked stunning, her dress hugging every curve perfectly. And Kenan? Completely mesmerized.

A video captured it all. Someone caught the exact moment he pulled her close, a firm arm wrapped around her waist. He leaned in, whispered something in her ear with a smirk, and she laughed, playfully tapping his arm before slipping away.

Kenan let her go—but his gaze didn’t.

The video was clear. He licked his lips as he watched her walk away, unapologetically, hungrily.

And the internet? Lost its mind.

@FutebolLovers: Kenan Yildiz is one lucky man. Or maybe just a man with needs?

@GossipItalia: He devoured her with his eyes. If this isn’t a couple, what is?

The world was obsessed.

But behind the flashing cameras and tabloid headlines, tension was brewing.

And it all boiled over in Chloe’s apartment.

Kenan stood in the kitchen, his jaw tight, fingers gripping her phone.

The screen still displayed the notification.

Carter. A British rapper, rising in fame, sliding into Chloe’s Instagram DMs.

Kenan had been annoyed about this for a while.

The guy had openly admitted in interviews that he was into Chloe. He liked all her pictures—something the media and fans were quick to pick up on.

But the DMs? That was new. That was something only Chloe saw.

Kenan took a slow breath, trying not to sound pissed off. But he was failing miserably.

— You’re not answering him, right?

Chloe, leaning against the kitchen island, crossed her arms. Her expression was unreadable.

— Of course not.

Kenan let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head.

— But he keeps texting you.

— And I keep ignoring him.

His eyes flicked back to the screen. Carter’s name, the notification flashing. Taunting him.

— Why does he still think he has a chance?

Chloe raised an eyebrow.

— Maybe you should ask him.

Kenan scoffed, sliding the phone back toward her.

— Want me to answer for you?

Her eyes narrowed.

— You’re overreacting.

— Am I? — He let out a humorless laugh. — We go out every week, spend almost every night together, and he still thinks he can text you?

Chloe sighed, tilting her head back.

— That’s not my problem, Kenan. I don’t give him attention.

— But you don’t shut it down, either.

— Do I really need to spell it out for someone I never reply to?

Kenan clenched his jaw.

— Blocking would work.

Chloe threw up her hands, exasperated.

— Oh, here we go. What’s really bothering you? Because it’s not just this stupid message.

He didn’t answer right away.

— Does it bother you? — she challenged.

Kenan exhaled a sharp breath.

— We’re not official. It shouldn’t, right?

Chloe studied him, her expression sharp.

— We’re not official?

The air between them grew heavy.

She took a step closer, eyes locked on his.

— If you wanted it to be official, you would’ve said something.

Kenan’s eyes darkened.

— And you would’ve agreed?

She shrugged, her voice razor-sharp.

— Who knows?

His jaw ticked.

— Then why didn’t you say anything?

Chloe let out a short, dry laugh.

— Because I don’t chase men who don’t know what they want.

Kenan stepped forward.

— You think I don’t know what I want? I’m right here. Every day. Every night. What’s unclear?

Chloe folded her arms, eyes locked on his.

— The real question is: for how long?

Kenan frowned.

— How so?

— How long is this phase going to last? How long are you going to keep us a secret? — Chloe crossed her arms again, staring him down. — You act like my boyfriend, but you never say the words. You’ve never made it official. You’ve never taken a real step.

Kenan fell silent.

Chloe leaned forward, her nails tapping against the counter.

— I’m waiting for you to do something, Kenan.

And that was when he held his breath, lost for words.

Chloe waited. She looked at him, expecting some kind of reaction, some kind of answer. But Kenan said nothing. He just stood there, jaw clenched, eyes locked on her, his breathing heavy.

She huffed, crossing her arms.

— Nothing? — she pushed, raising an eyebrow.— Not a single answer, Kenan?

Still, nothing.

Chloe let out a sharp laugh and took a step back.

— That’s what I thought.

Without another word, she turned on her heels and walked out of the kitchen, her steps echoing against the floor until they faded down the hallway.

Kenan didn’t move. His chest rose and fell heavily, fists clenched. He wanted to say something, to respond, but all he could think about was her. The way she challenged him, the sharpness in her eyes, the taunting edge in her voice.

Minutes passed before he finally moved. He dropped his phone on the counter, ran his hands down his face, and went after her.

When he reached the bedroom, Chloe was standing by the bed, running her fingers through her hair, her back to the door.

— Do you always walk away when you don’t like what you hear? — Kenan teased, leaning against the doorway.

She scoffed but didn’t turn around.

— You didn’t say anything, so there was no point in staying. I leave when I realize I’m wasting my time.

Kenan took a slow step forward, his movements deliberate.

— Wasting your time? — His voice was lower now, weighted with something else. Something heavier.

Chloe felt his presence behind her before he even touched her. Her body tensed when his hands found her waist, pulling her close.

— You think I don’t care — he murmured, his lips near her ear. — But you’re wrong. And it pisses me off that you think otherwise.

She turned her face to look at him, her eyes daring.

— Then prove it.

Kenan’s grip tightened on her skin, his jaw set. He needed her to understand. To leave no room for doubt.

— You’re mine, Chloe. And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget that.

And that was when the tension shifted into something else. Something hotter.

Chloe tried to hold onto her defiance, but her body had already betrayed her. It responded to his touch, to the weight of his breath against her skin.

— That sounds like a you problem, Kenan — she murmured, as if still clinging to some form of control.

He let out a dark, low chuckle.

— Me? No. That’s a you problem  — He slid a hand down her thigh before gripping it firmly.— Because now, I won’t let you forget.

And before she could protest, he crashed his lips against hers, consuming her completely.

Kenan’s kiss was demanding, possessive, and Chloe felt every inch of herself being claimed by him. His large hands explored her body without hesitation, pressing her against him, tracing every curve with raw hunger. She tried to hold on to some control, but it was impossible. His dominance was absolute.

Kenan pulled her even closer, his grip firm on her waist as he deepened the kiss. She had to stand on her tiptoes, and he bent down further to meet her mouth with more intensity. Instinctively, she lifted one leg to his waist, and he understood immediately.

— Fuck, you’re perfect — he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with need before gripping her ass and lifting her effortlessly.

He carried her to the bed with ease, pinning her beneath him, leaving no room for resistance. The heat of his body pressed against hers made every inch of her burn.

Their kisses grew more urgent as he trailed down her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin before reaching her chest. Kenan wasted no time pulling her shirt off, revealing the breasts he loved so much. A wicked smirk played on his lips before he took one into his mouth, alternating between licking, sucking, and grazing his teeth, while his other hand squeezed the other one roughly—just the way he knew drove her insane.

Chloe arched her back, her fingers clutching the sheets as she tried to hold back the moans threatening to escape.

— Look at you… already like this just from that? — Kenan taunted, biting the soft skin just below her breast before continuing downward.

He made his way down her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles, until he finally reached his destination. Without warning, he gripped her hips and pulled her closer, his dark eyes gleaming with pure lust before burying his face between her legs.

The first lick was slow, deliberate, and Chloe’s entire body jolted at the sensation. Kenan didn’t hold back. He licked, sucked, and teased every inch of her, skillfully drawing out every reaction he could get.

She couldn’t control herself. Her fingers tangled in his soft hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. Kenan groaned against her skin before landing a sharp slap on her ass, followed by another, alternating between spanking and gripping, making her even more sensitive.

— Fuck — he groaned, feeling her body tremble.

It only took seconds for her to lose herself completely, coming undone with a muffled moan. But Kenan didn’t stop. He stayed there, prolonging her pleasure until her body finally went limp.

When he finally pulled away, he crawled back up, a satisfied smirk on his lips, his eyes shining as he took in the tears of pleasure in hers.

— Mine — he whispered before stripping off his own clothes.

Chloe, still breathless, took a moment to admire him. No matter how many times she had seen him like this, his body never failed to leave her in awe.

Kenan grabbed a condom and positioned himself between her legs, wasting no time giving them both what they craved. The sounds that spilled from Chloe’s lips only spurred him on. The bed creaked beneath them, and Kenan murmured filthy words and praises in her ear, his voice deep and dripping with desire.

When he felt her nearing the edge again, Kenan flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her into the position he wanted.

— On all fours — he commanded, landing a sharp slap on her ass that echoed through the room.

Chloe moaned, the heat spreading even more through her body as he gripped her hair, forcing her torso up. He kept his hold firm, his fingers digging into her waist as he kept up his relentless pace.

She lost control again, unraveling intensely, but Kenan still wasn’t done. He turned her onto her back again, pulling her close.

— Your ass is all marked up — he murmured, running his fingers over the red imprints before smacking it again, making her whimper.

Chloe turned away from him, pressing her body against his.

— You want more? — he teased, sliding his hand down her thigh before hooking her leg over his, giving himself even more access.

She didn’t need to answer. Kenan picked up the rhythm again, this time from the side, knowing exactly how to drive her wild. One of his hands wrapped around her throat, and she felt the pleasure building even higher until they finally reached their peak together.

For a few moments, the room was silent, only their heavy breaths filling the air. Kenan pulled her even closer, pressing a soft kiss to her neck before whispering against her skin:

— You taste so good — he panted.— I’d keep you in this bed all day.

Chloe chuckled softly, her body melting into his. And later, as they lay there, she turned to him with a teasing smile.

— I’m still waiting for that boyfriend proposal.

Kenan sighed, covering his face with his hand.

— I’ll start thinking about it.

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☆ Hi, thank you very much for the comment! I made the second part. I hope you like it! ♡

first part of the story above!

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Desire in the Shadows

PT. 2

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: After a secret trip to Ibiza, where they shared intense moments, Kenan and Jade try to move on with their lives. But when they meet again in Munich, their secret is uncovered by Jade’s brother, Liam. Tension rises, leading to a confrontation that puts everything to the test. Now, they must decide how far they are willing to go to be together while facing the consequences of their secret being revealed.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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The morning classes had ended, and Jade left the university with Olivia, Peyton, and Cat to grab lunch. They chose a nearby restaurant, one of the group's favorites. As soon as they sat down at the table and placed their orders, the conversation started flowing naturally.

— Quinn has been acting really weird lately. — Olivia commented, stirring her straw in her juice.

— She barely replies to our messages, she's always avoiding us... What do you think is going on?

— I noticed that too. — Cat agreed. — Last week, I tried inviting her out, and she gave some lame excuse.

— Do you think she’s hiding something? — Peyton raised an eyebrow.

— I think she’s seeing someone. — Jade said, leaning over the table.

— Oh my god, really? — Olivia widened her eyes.

— It makes sense. — Peyton laughed. — If that's the case, I hope it’s an amazing guy, because she’s almost ignoring us!

— If we find out it’s some random, boring guy, I swear I’ll be pissed. — Cat crossed her arms.

— Well, there’s only one way to find out... — Jade said, amused. — We investigate!

— Let’s do it! — Peyton finished, and they all laughed.

After a few more comments about Quinn, the conversation switched to Saturday's party.

— Seriously, I’m so excited for this party. — Jade said, grabbing a fry. — It’s been a while since I went out to have a real good time.

— It’s gonna be insane, as always. — Cat commented. — People making out everywhere, tons of drinks...

— Last year, I remember seeing a couple having sex behind the bar. — Olivia made a face. — They didn’t even bother hiding properly.

— Well, this year I won’t be paying attention to anyone, I just wanna have fun. — Jade laughed.

— What about Kenan? — Peyton asked casually. — He’s in Munich, right?

— Yeah, but he leaves on Sunday. — Jade answered briefly, without going into details.

— Hmm... — Olivia smirked. — So have you two seen each other?

Jade just rolled her eyes, grabbed her phone, and pretended to ignore the question, making her friends laugh.

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On Friday, Jade felt a sense of relief when she handed her assignment to the professor. As soon as she left the classroom, she met up with her friends at the entrance of the university. Quinn was there, but clearly in a hurry.

— Hey, are you avoiding us? — Peyton joked, crossing her arms.

— Of course not! — Quinn forced a smile. — I’m just busy, I have an appointment now.

— What about tomorrow? — Jade asked. — Are you going to the party? By the way, do you guys want to get ready at my place?

— Great idea! — Cat smiled. — Quinn, are you in?

Quinn hesitated for a second.

— Ah... I can’t.

— Really? — Olivia frowned. — Why not?

— I have an appointment with my parents. — Quinn stammered, avoiding eye contact.

There was a brief silence.

— That was super suspicious. — Peyton said quietly.

— No, it’s not! — Quinn insisted. — I really have to go, we’ll talk later.

She left almost running, leaving the girls exchanging looks.

— Man, she’s so weird. — Olivia commented.

— She’s lying. — Cat stated.

— For sure. — Jade agreed. — And I’m going to find out what it is.

The four of them went to a snack bar, where the main topic was Quinn and her suspicious behavior. After meeting with her friends, Jade headed to the gym, and after an intense workout, she decided to go to the mall to buy a dress for the party. When she was about to leave, her mom appeared at the door.

— Going out? Where to? — Maria asked, leaning against the door frame with a curious smile.

— The mall. I want to buy a dress.

— Great, I’ll go with you.

The two of them got into the car and headed to the mall. On the way there, they talked about various topics, from college routines to their last trip together. When a brief silence fell, Maria glanced at her daughter and casually asked:

— You’ve been going out a lot lately, huh?

— Not really. — Jade answered, not paying much attention.

— No? And this Saturday’s party?

— Ah, mom, it’s just a college party.

— I see... And is there anyone special at this college?

Jade turned her face toward the window, trying to hide her expression.

— What?

— You never talk about your love life.

Jade raised her eyes.

— Is there something to talk about?

— I don’t know, you tell me.

Maria smiled to herself.

— A beautiful, independent girl like you, don’t tell me no one catches your attention.

Jade let out a light laugh.

— Mom... Interest is different from taking someone seriously.

— Hm... — Maria stared at her with curiosity. — So, there’s someone who catches your attention?

— I didn’t say that! — Jade looked away towards the window.

— But you didn’t say you don’t either.

— Oh, mom...

Maria laughed, but didn’t miss the opportunity to continue:

— You’ve never brought anyone here officially. You’ve never had a boyfriend you brought home.

— When it’s serious, you’ll know.

— So that means there was someone who wasn’t serious?

Jade rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips.

— You’re asking a lot of questions today, huh?

Maria shrugged, enjoying herself.

— I’m your mom. I can be curious.

— Curious or intuitive? — Jade raised an eyebrow, suspicious.

Maria just gave a sly smile.

— A bit of both.

— You can stop investigating because there’s nothing, Miss Maria.

— If you say so...

Maria gave one last suspicious look, but realizing Jade wouldn’t give any more information, she decided to drop the subject.

At the mall, Jade found the perfect black dress. It hugged her curves, had just the right neckline, and an impeccable fit. In the fitting room, she took a picture and sent it to Kenan. He took a while to reply, and only sent his message when Jade was already in the car heading home.

Kenan: Damn, Jade. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?

Kenan: That dress is perfect. But I’d prefer it off you.

Kenan: Imagine you sitting on my lap, wearing only that. Better yet, just a smile.

Jade held back a laugh and replied:

Jade: You prefer it off? Funny, because I was thinking of showing it to you up close... But if you don’t want...

He responded quickly.

Kenan: Come show me. But without anything underneath.

She laughed but didn’t respond immediately. When she got home, she decided to call him.

— Hey. — Kenan answered, his voice a little hoarse.

— Were you already sleeping?

— Almost. But I woke up quickly after that picture.

— Hmm, so you liked it?

— I liked it so much, I wanted to rip it off with my teeth.

Jade laughed.

— We have to see each other before I leave.

— I really want to. But tomorrow’s the college party, so I need to be home before six.

— What if we meet in the afternoon?

— I think that works.

— Great. So let me know when you’re free. I want to see you before I travel.

The conversation was short because Kenan ended up falling asleep on the phone. On Saturday, Kenan sent a message almost around lunchtime.

Kenan: Change of plans. My agent set up another last-minute meeting. I won’t make it this afternoon.

Jade sighed, disappointed.

Jade: Oh...

Kenan: But I’ll try to make some time.

Jade: Okay, just let me know.

She got ready to meet her friends, and as always, her room quickly turned into a chaos of clothes scattered on the bed, makeup occupying every inch of the vanity, and lively music playing in the background as they laughed and exchanged opinions on their outfits.

In the middle of all the excitement, Jade had no idea that the night was going to offer far more than just fun — and that the night would hold much more intense moments than she expected.

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The day passed normally. The girls arrived at Jade’s house, had a snack together, and then started getting ready. The room became a mess, with makeup, clothes, and hair products scattered everywhere. In the background, pop music played, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere despite the chaos. After quite some time preparing, they were finally ready. They all looked gorgeous, smelled great, and were impeccably dressed.

Jade was the last one to enter the living room. As soon as she walked in, she was immediately surprised by her mother’s compliments, who looked at her with a wide smile and said:

— Wow, sweetheart, you look amazing!

Jade smiled, but quickly turned her face and was met with Liam. He was well-dressed, smelling great, and suddenly the room seemed much quieter.

— Are you going out? — Jade asked.

Liam smiled, a bit awkwardly, but replied naturally.

— Yes, I'm going out with some friends.

Jade raised an eyebrow.

— You’re looking pretty fancy for just going out with friends, huh?

Liam shrugged, not taking her teasing too seriously. Peyton, who was in the background, laughed quietly, but Liam heard it.

— Quinn would go crazy if she were here right now.

Liam gave a sideways smile, one that showed he knew exactly what Peyton meant, and Jade noticed, but decided not to question it.

The girls went to the party, enjoyed themselves, danced, and drank. Liv and Cat found their hookups, basketball players from the college team, with whom they had been seeing for a while. The vibe was great until Jade received a message. It was Kenan. It was already past midnight. He apologized for the late hour but said he was willing to pick her up wherever she was. Without thinking twice, Jade sent him the address of the party.

— Guys, Kenan is going to pick me up — Jade announced, laughing a little, while trying to hide her excitement.

— Oh my, Jade, you don’t waste any time, do you? — Peyton commented with a laugh.

— Jade’s totally in love — Liv teased, making everyone laugh.

Soon, Kenan texted saying he was waiting outside. Jade said goodbye to her friends and headed to the car. She barely got settled in the passenger seat when Kenan pulled her into a kiss. It was slow and hot. Jade felt his presence all around her, melting in his arms. But the moment was interrupted by a loud honk. Kenan looked at the rearview mirror and saw a car behind him, clearly wanting to pass. He sighed and let go of Jade, returning to driving.

— What’s wrong? — Jade asked, trying to figure out what was going on. — Are you nervous? — she continued, with a playful smile.

Kenan glanced at her quickly.

— No, it’s just... I’m always like this when I’m around you — he replied, not taking his eyes off the road.

Kenan remained quiet for a moment but then started talking again, trying to regain his calm.

— I really need to relax... — he said with a tired smile.

Jade started a conversation but noticed he seemed agitated. He stopped in a quieter place and turned off the car. In one swift movement, he unbuckled Jade’s seatbelt and pulled her onto his lap. The mood in the car heated up quickly. The dark windows shielded whatever might happen inside. Kenan began running his hands over Jade’s body, pulling her closer, planting kisses on her neck, jaw, and lips. Jade responded with soft sighs and moans, tugging at Kenan’s hair, feeling him hot and firm. He was out of control, but so tender, while Jade completely gave herself to the moment.

— You drive me crazy — Kenan murmured between kisses, his hands exploring more of her body. — You look so beautiful.

Jade responded, eyes closed, skin hot and shivering. But then she pulled back a little, breathing more heavily.

— I don’t want to do anything here... — she said, trying to push the thoughts away.

Kenan frowned but accepted her answer with an understanding smile.

— How about we go to the hotel, then?

Jade gave him a skeptical look, clearly thinking about the paparazzi and the risk of being seen.

— I don’t think that’s a good idea... — Jade replied reluctantly.

Kenan thought for a moment, then made a suggestion.

— What if we go to your house? Then I can head to the hotel afterward, and you’ll already be home.

Jade considered it for a bit.

— I don’t know... That would still be risky.

Kenan smiled with a confident look.

— I think it’s better this way. Trust me.

Jade finally agreed, and they headed to her house.

When they arrived, Jade noticed Liam’s car in the garage, but she decided not to comment too much on it. He had arrived earlier than usual. The silence in the house felt unusual. Kenan and Jade didn’t want to head up to their rooms, so Jade suggested they go to a room near the kitchen. As they were walking down the hallway, Jade heard a noise coming from her dad Kurt’s office. She looked at Kenan, slightly suspicious.

— Did you hear that? It sounded like it came from the office — Jade whispered.

Kenan looked at her and shook his head, distracted.

— No... but what do you think about going in there?

Jade, surprised by his suggestion, hesitated but eventually agreed. They entered Kurt’s office.

The atmosphere in the office was even hotter, and things started unfolding with the same intensity as in the car. Kenan placed Jade on the large desk and quickly positioned himself between her legs, pulling her close as he kissed her urgently. She responded to every move, pressing her body against his. As some items on the desk fell, making noise, they didn’t care. Kenan picked Jade up in his arms and walked over to an armchair, collapsing into it and positioning her on top of him. He quickly started touching her breasts, making Jade sigh. His mouth was everywhere, and Jade couldn’t control her moans anymore.

Kenan was out of breath, his face covered in sweat, his lips stained red. Jade’s lipstick was smeared on his lips and her own, a visible smudge on his fair skin. They were both completely out of control, and the heat of the moment made the space feel too small for the intensity of what they were sharing.

Before they could continue, the door suddenly opened. It was Liam. The shock of seeing them in that situation was immediate, and Kenan reacted quickly but cautiously. He stood up, pulling Jade off his lap, and positioned himself in front of her, as if to protect her, while adjusting his clothes to cover the obvious bulge in his pants. Jade, still panting and disheveled, tried to compose herself as fast as she could.

Liam stared at them with a look of surprise, which soon turned into irritation. He looked at them, and Jade noticed something that made her feel awkward: just like her and Kenan, Liam was also out of breath, with his hair messy. But she didn’t have much time to dwell on it because Liam immediately charged at Kenan, his voice rising angrily.

— What’s going on here? — Liam shouted.

Kenan tried to be patient, attempting to understand Liam’s reaction, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He was already irritated, and Liam’s attitude only made things worse. He tried to distance himself from Liam, but not without resistance, replying with equal intensity.

— I don’t owe you any explanations, Liam. This isn’t your business!

— Are you with my sister, Kenan? Do you have any idea what you’re doing?!

The tension kept growing, and Jade panicked. She tried to intervene, separating the two, but the situation was out of control. Her mind was in turmoil, not knowing how to calm the two men fighting in front of her. She looked at Kenan, trying to approach him, but was interrupted by Maria’s voice.

— Quinn?

Jade turned her head to the hallway and saw Quinn, with a stern face and looking clearly embarrassed. The smeared lipstick on her lips and her slightly disheveled hair indicated something was going on. And then Jade made the connection: Liam was with Quinn. She didn’t fully understand the situation, but she knew that her friend had always had a crush on her brother, and this was somehow related to what was happening.

Maria, now in the hallway, observed the scene with an expression that shifted from skeptical to amused. She stepped out of the hallway and entered the office, where she saw Kenan and Liam still glaring at each other. The presence of Maria seemed to have an immediate effect. She stood there, at the door, her eyes firm on both of them.

— What’s going on here? — she asked firmly.

Liam and Kenan pulled away from each other, but their gazes were still full of tension. When they looked at Maria, it was clear they were both expecting some kind of response. Quinn and Jade entered right behind, and Liam, though still angry, seemed uncomfortable. It didn’t take long before he felt embarrassed by the whole situation.

Maria, with an amused smile, looked at them and let out a soft laugh.

— You two, with all this mess, are truly unpredictable.

Jade, a little embarrassed, tried to remain calm.

— We were here when Liam came in and caught us. It’s not quite how he imagines it.

Maria laughed again, glancing between Kenan and Jade. Kenan was trying to wipe the lipstick off Jade's mouth, but he was clearly awkward. Maria then looked at Liam.

– And you, Liam? – she asked. – What's going on with you?

Liam, clearly bothered, looked at her and tried to explain himself.

– I was with Quinn in the next room. When I heard the noise, I came to see what was happening and... I found these two.

Maria seemed amused by the situation, but also understood the gravity of it.

– Everyone’s going to sleep now, and tomorrow we’ll talk to Kurt about this. It’s not the time for more discussions.

Liam was the first to leave the office. Jade, still unsure of what to do, went to the desk to arrange the things that had fallen. Kenan stayed there, staring at her, unsure of how to react. But soon, Quinn asked him to leave so she could talk to Jade.

Quinn, visibly embarrassed, looked at Jade with her eyes slightly averted.

– I... I'm so sorry, Jade. I didn’t want it to be like this, but I don’t know what to do. I just... I think this might affect our friendship, and...

Jade smiled at her, making sure to reassure her.

– Don't worry, Quinn. It’s really okay. I understand, and our friendship will stay the same. Don’t worry about that.

Quinn smiled in relief, and the two hugged, reconnecting in a simple but sincere way.

When Jade went upstairs to the room, she found Kenan lying on the bed, shirtless. He was staring down, as if his mind was far away, processing everything that had just happened.

Jade sat beside him, taking his hand.

– Babe, it's okay. We just need to breathe.

Kenan, still worried, looked at her with uneasy eyes.

– And now? What do I do tomorrow? What if my dad doesn’t accept what we're doing? And what if Liam... doesn’t forgive me?

Jade cupped his face, turning it to look directly into his eyes.

– We’ll figure this out. Don’t worry, you’ll see everything will be fine. We’re in this together.

Kenan sighed, a little calmer but still unsure.

– And if... and if things get weird between us? Between my family and yours?

– It will be fine. Trust me – she replied, smiling, trying to give him the security he needed.

They stayed in silence for a few moments, but the intensity of the atmosphere that was there before was no longer present. After a while, they both lay down, and the night went on without further incidents. What had happened that night would stay in their memories, but now they knew they had to move forward.

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In the morning, everyone was calmer, but the tension still hung in the air. Kenan, however, was anxious, his mind unable to calm down. He observed everyone around him, his thoughts in a whirlwind, but he tried to hide his anxiety. Kurt was sitting at the edge of the table, as always, watching the group with his attentive eyes. He knew something was going on, the air was heavy, and the tensions from the previous night were still visible in everyone’s expressions. While he arranged his coffee, he didn’t hesitate to ask.

– What happened last night? I heard some noises.

Maria, who was on the other side of the table, quickly explained.

– Liam was with Quinn in one room, while Jade and Kenan were in another. It was when the two groups ended up ‘bumping’ into each other, and the situation between them got a little tense.

Kurt looked at the four young people in front of him, studying their faces closely. The room fell silent for a moment until Kurt, with his firm posture, broke the silence.

– You can start talking, Kenan.

Kenan, clearly nervous, straightened up in his chair.

– I... Jade and I decided to go to the office to talk better before I leave.

Kurt, not losing his rhythm, interrupted him.

– And you were just 'talking'?

Kenan tensed.

– No, sir.

Kurt let out a nasal laugh, raising an eyebrow.

– How long have you been ‘just talking’?

He asked, with a sarcastic smile.

Jade, who was sitting next to Kenan, sighed.

– It’s been a while, dad.

Kurt now looked seriously at Kenan, as if measuring his words, and shifted his focus to Liam.

– And you, Liam? What was happening on your side?

Liam, still somewhat embarrassed, swallowed hard.

– Quinn and I came here last night to spend some time together.

– Were you just ‘talking’ too? – Kurt asked with a skeptical expression.

Liam took a deep breath, preparing for the confession.

– No, we’ve been together for a few weeks. And... we were planning to come out soon.

Kurt, now with a more serious look, asked:

– And do your parents know about this, Quinn?

– Not yet, sir. Liam is a bit nervous about my dad, so we decided to come here. – Quinn nervously replied.

This made everyone at the table laugh genuinely. Kurt, however, didn’t let himself get carried away by the fun and soon returned to his serious demeanor, looking at the four young people around the table. He then turned his gaze back to Kenan.

– And you, young man? Do you really like my daughter?

– Yes, sir, I do like Jade – he answered with sincerity in his eyes.

Kurt, without losing his composure, looked at Kenan with a serious expression.

– Just because you’re my friend’s son, or that we’ve known each other for so long, doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy, you understand?

Kenan nodded, trying to stay calm.

– I understand, sir. I really like Jade.

Kurt looked at Jade with a softer, but still firm, expression.

– Then you better hurry up and claim her because she’s not for playing around.

– It’s okay, dad. We’re taking it slow, we’re just... figuring out what we want. – Jade replied calmly.

– You’re weird. You’re together, but not official? Either you’re officially dating, or you end this nonsense. – Kurt said, looking at his daughter with a cynical smile.

Kenan, surprising everyone, looked at Jade with a serious gaze and suddenly asked:

– Jade, do you want to date me?

Jade looked at him, surprised, with her heart racing. Everyone else in the room fell silent, and the tension seemed to rise even further. She took a moment to answer.

– Yes, I do. – she said with a shy smile.

Kenan, relieved, looked at Kurt as if asking for permission. Kurt, with a nostalgic smile, nodded. Kenan then looked at Jade and hugged her, his insecurity slowly dissipating. Maria laughed, and Quinn, who had been quiet until then, joined in with a laugh as well. Liam cleared his throat, catching everyone’s attention, but the moment no longer felt tense.

The coffee continued calmly, though there was still a slight tension in the air. When everyone finished, Kenan went after Liam to talk. Liam, now calmer, looked at Kenan, trying to understand his own reactions.

– I didn’t quite understand why I reacted that way yesterday – Liam started, with a more vulnerable tone. – I found it strange, you know... my best friend with my sister. I should’ve acted differently.

– I understand, Liam. I would’ve been shocked too if it were the other way around. – Kenan said with a discreet smile.

Liam let out a heavy sigh.

– I’m sorry for yesterday, man. I was furious, but that doesn’t justify how I acted.

– I also want to apologize, Liam. I didn’t tell you anything before, and I should’ve done that. I know I acted wrong too, I was impulsive and put you in a tough spot.

– It’s all good. We’re fine now – Liam said, shaking his hand.

While Kenan and Liam made peace, Quinn had the brilliant idea to call the girls to share the news and apologize for distancing herself. Jade and Quinn positioned themselves in front of the camera so both could appear and quickly made a group video call. It didn’t take long for the other three girls to join the call. Quinn, with a mischievous smile, decided to build some suspense.

– Guys, I need to apologize for distancing myself... – she started, making it dramatic. – I thought I should take some time off, I didn’t know how to handle what was going on, and well...

One of the girls, impatient, interrupted.

– Quinn, just say it! What happened?

Quinn opened a smile and finally said:

– I’m dating!

The girls went silent for a moment, until Cat, curious, asked:

– Who is it?

Jade, with a mischievous smile on her face, answered:

– Guess!

The girls started freaking out, realizing that Quinn was talking about Liam.

– And I’m officially with Kenan!

Another collective freak-out took over the call. They began screaming and laughing, still trying to process the news. In the middle of all the excitement, Jade’s phone beeped. She quickly looked at the screen, it was a voice message from Birgit, Kenan’s mother, sounding excited:

– Jade, is it true? You and Kenan are together? How amazing! I was so happy when I heard, tell me everything!

Jade smiled, asking the girls for a moment while she began to respond to the message. The girls, still excited, kept watching and joking with each other, already imagining how Kenan’s parents would react.

– His mom is super happy, just like his dad! – Jade commented, still smiling as she recorded her reply.

The three couples were harmonious again, the misunderstandings cleared up. When Kenan had to leave, he said goodbye to everyone with a calm smile, already feeling more relieved. Jade accompanied him to the hotel to grab his things, then took him to the airport. There, they said goodbye for the first time in a calm and public way. It didn’t take long for photos of the two to start circulating online. Although Jade’s face hadn’t been exposed yet, the speculations began. Everyone wanted to know who the ‘mysterious girl’ was next to the Juventus star. The relationship, however, was kept more discreet, revealed only to those closest to them.

Hours after boarding, Kenan arrived in Turin and sent a message to Jade to let her know. He sent her a selfie.

— I arrived, babe.

— I’m dying to see you.

— I’m missing you too. Already thinking of an excuse to come back to Munich.

She responds with a laugh.

Kenan sent a video of himself slouched in the car seat. He made some faces, and at the end, he gave a wink and a sideways smile.

— I love you, babe. —The video ends.

Jade’s response was a picture of herself.

— I love you, cute.

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Jobe and Jennie are in a secret relationship during a summer trip with friends. Discreet and careful, they do everything to hide their feelings for each other. But Zoe, observant and perceptive, starts noticing the little details no one else sees. Between stolen glances, hidden touches, and late-night encounters, she uncovers the truth they’re trying to keep secret—and realizes that, no matter how much she tries to ignore it, she never stood a chance against what they have.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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The summer trip had everything to be perfect. Sun, beach, lively nights, and friends gathered together. To anyone looking from the outside, it was just a group of young people enjoying their vacation, carefree. But for Jobe and Jennie, this trip had an extra challenge: keeping the secret. No one could know. And they were doing well at it.

Almost everyone believed Jobe was single, as always. Discreet, reserved, closed off in his own bubble, he gave no clues about his personal life. Jennie was the same. Even though she was more social, she loved her privacy. Being in the spotlight was never her goal, even though she was famous because of her friends. Their relationship was something just for them, and they wanted to keep it that way.

But Zoe knew. She had found out by accident, and now she couldn't stop noticing the little interactions between them.

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It was the third day of the trip, and the beach house was busy. Some were in the pool, others were chatting on the porch, and Zoe was sitting in a corner, observing.

Jobe was near the grill, talking to one of the guys. Jennie was a bit farther away, laughing at something one of the girls had said. So far, nothing unusual. No obvious glances, no suspicious closeness. They were good at this.

But Zoe knew Jobe too well. And she saw it when he looked at Jennie.

It wasn’t just any look. His eyes slowly traveled down, taking in every detail. Zoe followed his gaze and immediately realized where he was focused. Jennie’s ass.

She was wearing short shorts, and Jobe seemed hypnotized. His jaw tensed, and he ran his tongue over his lips, as if savoring the view in front of him.

It was a look of pure, raw desire, impossible to hide.

Zoe felt her stomach twist. It hurt.

She quickly looked away, trying to ignore the bitter sensation spreading through her chest.

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Later, when the house was quieter and most people had gone to bed, Zoe went to the kitchen for a glass of water. That’s when she heard a low sound coming from the next room.

She froze mid-step.

Something inside her told her to go back to her room and forget about it.

But she couldn’t.

With careful steps, she approached the slightly open door and peeked inside.

And there they were.

Jobe was sitting on the couch, Jennie straddling his lap, his hands gripping her waist firmly. His face was buried in her neck as she ran her fingers through his hair.

— You were teasing me all day — Jobe murmured against her skin.

— I didn’t do anything. — Jennie let out a soft laugh.

— Yes, you did — he shot back, squeezing her waist tighter. — And you know it.

Zoe held her breath.

It was so obvious now.

The way Jennie fit perfectly against him. The way he held her with a quiet possessiveness. As if he never wanted to let go.

Jobe’s hands moved lower, slowly trailing down the curve of her back until they grabbed her ass, squeezing it firmly. Jennie sighed against his neck, and Jobe gave her a light smack there, making her giggle softly.

— You love it, don’t you? — he teased, his voice husky.

— You’re the one who won’t stop —she shot back, biting her lip.

Zoe stepped away, her heart racing.

They hadn’t seen her.

But for the second time, she had seen everything.

That night, Zoe swore she would stay out of it.

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But then came the next night.

The clock read almost three in the morning when she woke up thirsty. She tried to ignore it, but the dryness in her throat wouldn’t go away.

Sighing, she got out of bed and walked down the silent hallway.

That’s when she saw movement on the balcony.

She stopped immediately.

Her heart pounded.

Because even before seeing their faces, she already knew who it was.

Jobe and Jennie.

And this time, it was even worse.

Jennie was pressed against the balcony railing, and Jobe was practically glued to her. His hands were gripping her ass, fingers sinking into her flesh in a hungry way.

— You have to stay quiet —Jobe murmured, his mouth way too close to her skin.

— I’m trying — Jennie whispered, laughing softly. — But you’re not helping.

He chuckled too, sliding his hands lower before giving her a firm slap there.

Jennie bit her lips, holding back a sigh.

Zoe saw everything.

The way Jobe looked at her, intense, burning.

The way he held her.

The way he spoke to her.

It was impossible to deny.

He was completely hers.

And Zoe realized she never had a chance.

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: While watching a romantic scene of Amélia in a series, Jobe tries to hide his jealousy, but the tension between them grows. To calm him down, Amélia assures him that, even while acting, she was only thinking of him. The desire between them intensifies, and Jobe decides to remind them both that she is his—in a way no acting could ever erase.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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The apartment was silent, lit only by the glow of the TV. Amélia was lying between Jobe’s legs, resting against his chest, feeling the familiar warmth of her boyfriend’s body. He was lazily tracing patterns on her stomach while they watched the episode, his fingers gliding lightly over her soft skin. It was comfortable. Peaceful.

Until the scene started.

The lazy caresses slowed down until they stopped.

Jobe’s chest rose and fell in a different way now. His breathing became heavier, slower.

Amélia didn’t need to look to know what was happening.

His hands gripped her thigh, large and warm fingers holding her firmly. His jaw was tight, his eyes locked on the screen, taking in every detail.

The kiss was intense. The way the actor's hands moved over her body felt real because the scene was meant to look real. The grip on her waist, the lips trailing down her neck, the way he pulled Amélia’s body against his…

Jobe clenched his teeth.

Amélia sighed. She grabbed the remote and paused the episode.

Silence stretched between them.

She felt his chest rise against her back, like he had taken a deeper breath to try and calm himself. But it wasn’t working.

— Babe…

He kept looking at the screen. His arm around her waist grew heavier, as if he needed to hold onto something.

— I told you this scene was going to happen. You knew.

He took a deep breath.

— I knew.

His voice came out deep, low, like he was holding something in his throat.

Amélia turned her head, wanting to look at him, but Jobe didn’t take his eyes off the TV. His gaze was dark, filled with something too intense for him to hide.

She knew that look.

She knew every expression he made, every tension in his body.

And she knew this wasn’t just jealousy.

Jobe wasn’t the type to make a scene, to start a fight over something small. He knew how to separate reality from acting. But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel it.

That it didn’t hurt.

She took his hand and placed it on her stomach, trying to pull him back, to make him touch her the way he had before. But his fingers were tense.

— He kissed you.

She closed her eyes, breathing slowly.

— He didn’t kiss me. He kissed the character.

Jobe finally turned his head toward her. His eyes burned.

— And when he grabbed your waist? When he touched you like that? Was that the character too?

— What do you want me to say?

— That it was shit.

— It was.

He clenched his jaw, looking away again.

Amélia shifted in his lap, turning to face him. She slid her hands up to his face, her fingers brushing over the light stubble on his jaw.

— I hated filming that. You want to know what I thought about to get through it?

Jobe shut his eyes and swallowed hard.

— I don’t want to know.

— But I’m going to tell you.

She leaned in, brushing her nose against his.

— I thought about you. About how you kiss me. How you touch me. How you hold me tight, just the way I like.

His eyes opened, dark and intense.

— Don’t say that right now.

— Why not?

— Because I’m holding back.

Amélia smiled slightly, dragging her short nails along the back of his neck.

— Stop holding back.

Jobe’s fingers tightened around her waist, his large hands sliding slowly down her back until they reached her hips. He gripped them, squeezed firmly, then ran his hands back up, feeling every curve of her body like he needed to remind himself she was his.

— You like seeing me like this, don’t you?

His voice was low, rough.

Amélia bit her lip.

— Do I like seeing you jealous? No. But I like seeing you want me.

His eyes gleamed.

Jobe slid his hands down to her ass, grabbing it with zero restraint.

— I always want you.

Amélia let out a soft sigh when he pulled her body flush against his, adjusting her in his lap. His hands didn’t stop, roaming her waist, gripping her hips, squeezing her thighs, as if he was trying to erase any trace of another man’s touch—even if it had only been acting.

— Let me feel you.

It was almost a plea.

She traced her fingers along his jaw, down his neck.

— I’m yours, Jobe.

He held his breath, dark eyes locked on hers.

— Say it again.

She smiled, brushing her lips against his.

— I’m yours.

Jobe cupped her face with both hands, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a touch that was both firm and careful at the same time.

— Mine.

His mouth claimed hers in a slow, deep kiss, full of everything he was feeling. Jobe’s hands kept moving, gripping, touching, proving that it was him there with her.

The kiss deepened.

Amélia felt his body relax little by little, but the intensity didn’t fade. He wanted to feel. He needed to feel.

Their breaths mixed, their lips fit together, their hands explored.

Jobe’s lips trailed down to her neck, nipping gently, marking her.

She sighed against his skin.

— I’m yours — she repeated.

He smiled against her neck, closing his eyes, letting the moment wrap around them.

— Mine.

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Ps: pode ser em inglês mesmo

☆ Obrigada, meu amor! Espero que você goste dessa!♡

!translation of the request:

(I saw that you have a Brazilian flag, so I’ll write in Portuguese) Please make more fics with Jobe, your stories about him are so good! Can you make one where it’s really cozy and he and the reader are together at home, and he’s super needy, wanting her attention all the time? Lots of kisses and hugs included in the fic, please!

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Getting in the Way

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Jobe shows up at his girlfriend’s house after training, exhausted and needy. He does everything he can to interrupt her plans to go out, and she soon realizes all he wants is attention. In the end, she gives up and spends the afternoon pampering him, and he ends up showing more than he expected.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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The clock was nearing half past three in the afternoon when she stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. The day was chilly, and she had already picked out a warm outfit to go out with her friends. But as she lifted her gaze, she stopped in the middle of the room.

Jobe was there.

He had just walked in, the door still slightly open behind him. He was wearing a sweatshirt and training pants, his Sunderland backpack slung over one shoulder. His face had that post-training tiredness, but what caught her attention the most was how he looked at her—unhurried, silent, just taking her in.

— I wasn’t expecting you… — she said, surprised.

Jobe didn’t reply. He took two steps forward and, before she could react, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a tight hug. A really tight one. His whole body curled into hers as if seeking shelter. His head found its place against her neck, and he let out a soft sigh against her skin.

She froze for a moment, surprised, but quickly relaxed and ran her fingers through his curls, feeling their softness.

— Tired?

Jobe shook his head lightly against her neck.

She smiled and kept stroking his hair until the sound of a notification pulled her attention. Picking up her phone, she saw a message from one of her friends asking if she was ready.

As soon as she tried to step back, his arms tightened around her waist.

— Baby… — she laughed, trying to pull away. — I need to get ready.

He didn’t say anything, just kept holding her, resting his face against hers in a way that felt completely intentional.

— You’re heavy, you know that? — she teased, trying to free herself.

Jobe took the chance to lean into her even more, as if he suddenly didn’t have the strength to stand on his own.

— Jobe! — she pushed him lightly, giggling.

He finally let go, only to keep interrupting her in other ways.

When she walked over to her vanity, he threw himself onto her bed, watching her intensely, his face half-hidden in the pillow.

When she picked up her lipstick, he got up and approached, watching her through the mirror.

Just as she tried to apply it, Jobe rested his chin on top of her head, making her mess up the line.

— Jobe! — she huffed, wiping the edge of her lips.

He feigned innocence but didn’t move. When she reached for her bag, he grabbed the strap, preventing her from slinging it over her shoulder.

She let out a deep breath.

— Okay. What do you want?

This time, Jobe hesitated for a second. His gaze flickered to the side before settling on her again. Then, he finally spoke, his voice quiet:

— I want you here.

Her heart melted instantly.

— Are you feeling needy? — she teased, trying to hide her smile.

He didn’t answer, but the way he hugged her again said everything.

And that’s when she gave in.

Sighing, she tossed her bag onto the vanity and picked up her phone to text her friends. But before she could type anything, Jobe leaned in even closer, rubbing his head against her shoulder in a silent request for affection.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

— You’re worse than a cat asking for pets.

Jobe just kept at it, pressing his face into her even more.

— Alright, alright! — she laughed, setting her phone aside and threading her fingers into his curls.

The moment she started running her fingers through his hair, Jobe relaxed completely, and she took the chance to pull him onto the bed with her.

He let her guide him, lying down with his face nestled against her neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist in a way that was undeniably possessive.

She smiled against the top of his head, taking in the familiar scent of his soft sweatshirt.

— You’re so cute — she whispered, and before he could react, she began peppering kisses all over his face.

Cheeks, nose, forehead, chin… there wasn’t a single spot left untouched.

— Your cheeks are so soft — she cooed, gently pinching one.

Jobe closed his eyes, as if soaking in every second of her affection. He didn’t say anything, but the small, almost hidden smile on his lips gave everything away.

After a while, she felt his breathing slow, his body completely relaxed against hers.

And then, in the quiet of the moment, he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper:

— Love you…

Her heart swelled, warmth spreading through her chest.

She pressed a final, lingering kiss to his temple before whispering back:

— Love you too.

Jobe didn’t reply, but the way he squeezed her waist just a little tighter was enough.

In the end, being spoiled wasn’t so bad after all.

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Lamine and Martina are at her condo's gym, enjoying a relaxed workout together. While Martina focuses on her glute exercises, Lamine can't resist teasing her with playful comments and distractions. Despite the interruptions, Martina laughs off his antics, making their time together both fun and memorable.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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It was a calm Saturday, and Martina was gearing up for her glute workout at the condo's gym. She knew it was going to be a tough session, but she was focused. What she didn’t know was that she would have a constant distraction: Lamine.

He decided to join her that day, and although he was an amazing footballer used to training at Barcelona’s facilities, he knew the dynamic here would be very different. He was there to “motivate” her, but, as always, his version of help ended up being more of a distraction than anything else.

Martina was already in the middle of her first set of squats, perfecting the form, when she heard Lamine approach.

— "Look at you, killing it!" — He commented with a cheeky smile as he walked past her.

She rolled her eyes without breaking her stride.

— "Motivation, huh? More like distraction!" — She replied, keeping her rhythm.

Lamine laughed and stopped beside her, observing.

— "I'm just here to help, babe, you know that." — He replied with a playful grin as he began his own set.

But, as usual, he couldn’t stay focused for long. When Martina was doing another exercise that required a bit more effort, he came over to offer more "tips."

— "Are you doing it right?" — He asked, with a face full of mock concern, but his voice laced with fun. — "If you want, I can correct you here..."

She stopped for a moment to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

— "Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got this on my own, thanks." — She answered, starting up again.

However, every time she passed by him, Lamine couldn’t resist making a playful comment.

During one of her movements, a position where her back was turned to him, he gave her a light smack on the butt, just to tease her.

She immediately stopped, looking at him with an expression that suggested she was about to lose her cool.

— "Lamine! You’ve got a problem!" — She exclaimed, her face flushed with both embarrassment and irritation.

He couldn’t help but laugh, stepping back a little but still with that mischievous look in his eyes.

— "Oh, you’re the one who’s provoking me with all those moves. I’m just offering some support." — He said, still chuckling, but then tried to focus on his own workout, though his eyes kept sneaking back to her.

Martina sighed, trying to get back into it, but she couldn’t stop smiling. She knew he was just having fun, and that made it hard for her to stay mad.

When she turned again for another move, Lamine observed her with that unmistakable gaze, unable to hide his interest. Martina, noticing his stare, stopped and looked at him with a playful expression.

— "Oh, now you’re really staring, huh?" — She said, laughing. — "Seriously, are you going to spend the whole workout looking at me like that?"

He raised his hands, feigning innocence.

— "I was just admiring my work!" — He teased. — "But if you keep provoking me with those squats... it’s gonna be hard for me to focus."

She couldn’t hold back a giggle.

— "You’re a piece of work, you know that?" — She said, going back to her exercise, but her smile was impossible to hide.

As much as she tried to concentrate, she couldn’t help but laugh at the way he was looking at her. It was clear that Lamine knew how to make her lose focus, but deep down, she didn’t mind. In the end, he managed to make everything lighter and more fun.

When the workout finally ended, Lamine walked up to her with that familiar, confident smile.

— "You’re amazing, you know that?" — He said, sincerely but still with a playful tone. — "Now, if you let me take a break, I’m gonna have to leave. I’m running out of motivation!"

Martina smiled, shaking her head.

— "I think the only reason I managed to finish this workout was because you kept me laughing the whole time." — She replied, looking at him. — "But next time, try not to get so... distracted."

Lamine let out a hearty laugh, and as she moved closer to grab her water bottle, he teased her one more time.

— "I was just trying to help, you’re the one who’s hard to deal with!" — He said, but this time, he was genuinely relaxed, that typical smile on his face, knowing he’d caused a little chaos, but also made her happy.

She looked at him with a smile.

— "I don’t know who distracts me more: you or my own focus." — She replied, but deep down, she knew they were just having fun. The workout was just another excuse to spend time together.

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Héctor and Catarina maintain a secret relationship as her father disapproves of the young football player. One night, he visits his beloved to celebrate his big win in a game. As the tension between them builds, their desire also intensifies. However, despite the burning chemistry, their intimate moment is interrupted. They end up talking about the game and life, with Héctor reflecting on the impossibility of keeping their relationship hidden much longer.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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Héctor parked a few houses before Catarina's, turned off the engine, and grabbed his phone.

“I’m here.”

He waited just a few seconds before seeing her reply.

“The balcony door is already open. Hurry.”

A smile spread across his lips. Adrenaline and desire coursed through his body as he walked silently down the dark street. The neighborhood was quiet, as always, at this time of night. He knew the path by heart. Reaching the house, he looked up. The bathroom light was on, and the breeze made the balcony curtain sway.

Héctor climbed the wall with skill, something he did almost every week. As soon as he entered the room, her scent enveloped him. The bed was neatly made, the sheets aligned, but he knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made his heart race.

Catarina stepped out, barefoot, her hair loose and slightly damp, wearing a pair of shorts and a loose Barcelona shirt, his. The number was prominently displayed on the back, and the sight made his chest swell with pride.

She looked at him, a smile playing on her lips.

“Two goals, number ten…” she teased, crossing her arms. “Today was your day, huh?”

Héctor took two steps forward, his gaze fixed on her.

“And now it’s about to get even better.”

Catarina smiled before running to him and throwing her arms around his neck. The impact made him take a step back, but he didn’t hesitate before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

She moaned softly against his lips, gripping his neck as she deepened the kiss. Héctor held her tightly, his hands sliding down her body, savoring every curve. Her taste was addictive, sweet and warm.

When they needed air, Catarina pulled away, but before he could protest, she pushed him gently enough to make him fall onto the sofa.

Héctor raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“Wow, in such a hurry…”

“You have no idea.”

She climbed into his lap without ceremony, holding his face and pulling him into another kiss. This time, the pace was all hers. Catarina moved slowly, pressing her body against his intentionally.

Héctor groaned low against her lips, squeezing her waist and guiding her movements. His hands slid down to her butt, gripping it firmly. Catarina gasped and tugged his hair back, making their eyes meet.

“You look so hot like this…” she whispered.

“Like what?”

She bit her lip and tilted her face toward his mouth, brushing lightly.

“Like this… surrendered.”

Héctor tightened his grip on her skin and pulled her even closer.

“I only look like this with you.”

She smiled against his lips and resumed the kiss, now more intense. Her small fingers traced paths along his neck, descending over his chest covered by the thin shirt. Héctor’s hands slid down, his fingers lightly slipping inside her shorts, teasing her. Catarina moaned and tightened her legs around him.

Time seemed to stop as they gave themselves to each other, exploring, feeling. Héctor lowered his lips to her neck, placing wet kisses and light nibbles. Catarina arched her back, her fingers lightly scratching his shoulders.

“Héctor…” she whispered, her voice heavy with desire.

That only made him want more. He slid one hand inside her shorts, feeling her warm, soft skin. But before he could go further, Catarina held his wrist, taking a deep breath.

Héctor opened his eyes, still lost in the moment.

“Not now…” she murmured, her forehead resting against his.

He sighed in frustration and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain control.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

She laughed, running her fingers through his hair.

“Maybe a little.”

He bit his lower lip, trying to hide the smile. Catarina got off his lap and sat on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply to compose herself.

Héctor leaned back on the sofa, running a hand over his face.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, babe…”

“I do.” She winked.

He laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re impossible.”

She shrugged and changed the subject.

“Tell me about the game. How was it to score two goals in such an important match?”

He let out a sigh, still trying to calm his body, but soon allowed himself to get into the conversation. He talked about the adrenaline of the game, the crowd shouting his name, and Catarina listened with a sparkle in her eyes.

When sleep began to take over, he got up and walked to her, holding her hand and pulling her to lie down with him.

“Just sleep, right?” she teased, lying next to him.

Héctor wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to his chest.

“If I can’t do anything else, at least I want to sleep with you in my arms.”

She smiled, closing her eyes, and he kissed the top of her head before doing the same.

But sleep didn’t come quickly for him. The discomfort of always having to meet her in secret kept hammering in his mind. He wanted to change that.

The next day, he woke up before the sun, as always. He got up slowly, grabbed a piece of paper, and wrote a short message, leaving it on the nightstand.

“You kill me, but it’s worth it. One day, your father will see that I’m the right guy for you. See you soon, princess. – H.”

With one last look at her, still sleeping peacefully, he left silently. But deep down, he promised himself that one day, he wouldn’t have to sneak away before dawn anymore.

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: At Sophie’s birthday party, Jobe becomes the center of attention, charming the little girl and her friends. Between games and Lily’s teasing, an unexpected desire emerges.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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Jobe was sitting on the living room couch, scrolling through his phone while waiting for Lily to finish getting ready. They were going to her little cousin’s birthday party—Sophie was turning six that day. Sophie was absolutely in love with Jobe. She saw him as a prince charming, a giant and cool hero, and everyone thought it was adorable how attached she was to him. But the funniest part was that Jobe also adored Sophie. He always made sure to play with her and give her attention, which only made the little girl idolize him even more.

He was wearing light jeans and a white shirt—a simple combination, but on him, it looked perfect. He was naturally stylish, effortlessly. He was distracted, scrolling through his feed, when Lily appeared at the living room door.

"I'm ready!"

Jobe looked up, and for a moment, he just watched. The green dress highlighted her skin and eyes, her voluminous wavy hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and the light makeup only enhanced her natural beauty. Without saying a word, he stood up and pulled her close. His large hands rested on her waist, and before she could say anything, he kissed her.

The kiss was slow and deep, the way it always was when he wanted to compliment Lily without using words. Jobe wasn’t much of a talker—he preferred to show what he felt through actions. Lily felt her body heat up. His kisses always affected her, but this time, it felt even more intense. She slid her hands over Jobe’s firm chest, trying to push him away.

"If you keep this up, we're going to have to stay home," she said, breathless.

Jobe chuckled softly and, in his quiet way, replied:

"Then let's stay."

Lily laughed and lightly slapped his shoulder.

"Come on, Jobe!"

She walked toward the garage, and he followed, still with a little smirk on his face.

The drive to the party was peaceful. Jobe drove while Lily scrolled through her phone. As soon as they arrived, before Lily could even open the car door properly, Sophie came running toward him, her blonde curls bouncing as she screamed:

"JOBE!"

He barely had time to react before being hugged tightly.

"Hey, birthday girl!" He effortlessly lifted Sophie into his arms.

"You came!" she said excitedly, holding his face between her tiny hands.

"Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss your party, would I?"

The party was lively. Sophie made sure to drag Jobe into playing, and soon, other kids joined them. The contrast between him and the children was hilarious—Jobe was huge and muscular, while the little girls were tiny, wearing princess dresses and shiny crowns. At some point, they decided it was tea time.

"Jobe, sit here!" Sophie pointed to a tiny chair.

He looked at the chair’s size, then at the girls.

"I don’t think I’ll fit in there, Sophie."

"Yes, you will!" another girl insisted.

After much discussion, he managed to convince them to let him sit on the floor instead. Even so, the kids were fascinated by him. Sophie wasn’t the only one in love with Jobe at that party.

Meanwhile, Lily was chatting with some of her aunts, but they were also distracted by the sight of Jobe surrounded by tiny princesses.

"I never thought I’d see that serious boy playing tea party," Aunt Helena said, laughing.

"And look at how the girls look at him! I swear, they’re all in love!" Aunt Tatiana added.

"I don’t blame them… If I were their age, I’d be too!" Aunt Laura joked, winking at Lily.

"The real question is, is Lily ready to have one of those at home?" Aunt Vera teased.

"One of those?" Lily frowned.

"A baby!" Aunt Camila answered, laughing.

Lily rolled her eyes but laughed along.

A little while later, Aunt Helena, Sophie’s mother, called Lily.

"Honey, help me out for a second? Ask Jobe to grab that big box from the storage room. I tried, but I can’t reach it, and it’s heavy."

She walked over to Jobe, who was still surrounded by the kids, and crouched beside him.

"Girls, can I borrow Jobe for a second?"

"NO!" Sophie crossed her arms.

"He promised he would play with us!" another girl complained.

Jobe laughed.

"What’s up?"

"My aunt needs help. There’s a big, heavy box, and I can’t reach it."

He looked at the girls and said:

"I’ll be back in five minutes, I promise."

"But five minutes is too long!" Sophie protested.

"I’ll count to 300, and if you’re not back, I’ll come looking for you!" another girl threatened.

"Go ahead and count. I’ll be back before then."

He stood up and followed Lily upstairs. In the storage room, Jobe lifted the box with ridiculous ease.

Lily laughed.

"Impressive. You pick that up like it’s a pillow."

"It’s not that heavy."

She crossed her arms and watched him for a moment before smiling.

"Now you’ve got at least two more girls in love with you."

Jobe chuckled.

"And I want one more."

She frowned.

"What?"

"I want a daughter."

Lily fell silent, surprised. Instead of answering, she stepped closer and pulled his shirt down, making him lean in. Then, she kissed him. Even holding the box, Jobe kissed her back with the same intensity as always. But after a few seconds, he broke the kiss, put the box on the floor, and pulled Lily back into his arms.

The kiss deepened, became more intense. His large hands squeezed her waist, and Lily felt something press against her stomach. She smiled against his lips and whispered:

"Control yourself."

Jobe sighed, glancing down at his situation. He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, trying to calm himself.

Lily bit her lip and teased:

"When we get home, you can enjoy yourself."

He looked at her.

"That doesn’t help."

"Of course it does! I’m saying you can enjoy it later."

"That just makes me more anxious."

Lily laughed, satisfied with the effect she had on him.

After a moment, Jobe picked up the box and said:

"Let’s go downstairs."

Lily walked ahead, and he followed closely behind. He always said she had to walk in front of him so he’d never lose sight of her. They returned to the party, and Jobe resumed playing with the girls. But eventually, he was released and got to spend time with Lily and her family.

And when the night came to an end… well, he definitely made the most of his time with his girlfriend

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part two of the above story!

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Desire in the Shadows

PT. 1

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Kenan and Jade live a secret romance marked by furtive meetings and an overwhelming desire. During a trip to Ibiza, they find themselves in a situation where temptation blends with danger, challenging their emotions and limits. As they try to balance the secret of their relationship with the expectations of family and friends, their connection intensifies, leading them to an experience full of pleasure and discoveries. But with watchful eyes around them, will they be able to keep their passion under control? The story delves into seduction, secrets, and the irresistible power of desire

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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Jade was focused on her studies when she heard an excited squeal coming from the living room. Curious, she put down her pen and went downstairs, finding her mother hugging someone. Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized the tall, familiar figure in the middle of the room.

— Kenan?! — she exclaimed, surprised.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement at her reaction.

— Jade! Miss me? — He opened his arms, and Jade didn’t hesitate to move in for a hug. It was a friendly hug, like the ones they’d always shared. After all, Kenan was a close family friend, besides... other things no one knew about.

Maria smiled, watching the two.

— What a surprise! Kurt and Liam will be so happy when they get here. Have you eaten anything yet, dear?

— Not yet. I came straight from the airport — Kenan replied, letting go of Jade and turning his attention to Maria.

— Then come to the kitchen, I made cake and some other things. You need to eat! — Maria grabbed him by the arm, and Jade followed them.

In the kitchen, they chatted while Kenan tried everything Maria put in front of him. He asked about Jade’s college, her exams, and they exchanged some subtle teasing that her mother didn’t notice. Kenan’s way of paying attention to her was discreet, but it was there.

Then, Maria quickly left the kitchen to take a call, and at that moment, Kenan changed. His gaze became more intense.

— You’re even hotter than the last time we saw each other — he said softly, with a smirk.

Jade felt her face heat up and looked at the door to make sure they were alone.

— Stop it...

He laughed, leaning slightly closer to her.

— I wanted a real kiss, not that friendly hug...

She raised an eyebrow and smiled provocatively.

— Settle for this for now.

Before he could reply, Maria returned, and they resumed their conversation as usual. A short while later, Kurt and Liam arrived home. As soon as she heard them entering, Jade got up.

— I’m going back to study, guys. We’ll talk later — she said, throwing a final glance at Kenan before leaving the kitchen.

Kenan smiled, standing up to give her a hug.

— Good luck with your studies, J — he said, squeezing her affectionately.

Kurt then came over and kissed Jade on the forehead, smiling.

— Study well, sweetheart. — He hugged her, and Jade, now more at ease, headed back to her room.

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Jade’s family used to take a year-end trip with Kenan’s family, and the destination chosen that year was Ibiza. These trips were a tradition, but recently, Kenan hadn’t been as present. He used to stay just a few days with them since he had to return to Turin for his football commitments. But this time would be different: he would stay with them for the whole trip.

The trip was smooth and uneventful. When they arrived at the house, everyone was amazed. The residence was impressive: a luxury house with spacious rooms and modern décor. Natural light illuminated everything, creating a cozy atmosphere. After choosing their rooms, the family scattered to enjoy the day.

Before everyone arrived, Jade was relaxing in the outdoor area, lying on a lounge chair, soaking up the sun. She was in a bikini, her hair casually tied up, and her faithful companion, the family dog, Mr. Watson, a golden retriever, was lying beside her. They had always been inseparable, and while Jade enjoyed the sun, the dog simply kept her company, peacefully by her side. The warmth of the day matched the calm she felt, but soon Maria, Jade and Liam’s mother, and Birgit, Kenan’s mother, arrived, and their conversation began. They talked about various subjects, laughing and enjoying the afternoon.

Shortly after, the men arrived, and soon each group split up: Kurt and Ahmed, Kenan’s father, were at the barbecue, preparing the grill, while the others headed for the pool. Kenan and Liam immediately got excited and started playing in the water like two kids. Mr. Watson, excited, also ran toward the pool, having fun alongside them.

The sky was simply perfect, with shades of purple, pink, and orange taking over the horizon, signaling that sunset was near. Everything was peaceful until, suddenly, Liam stood up and, on impulse, picked up Maria, threatening to throw her into the pool. His mother’s panic was instant, and she quickly shouted Liam’s full name, surprised by the playful gesture.

— Liam Lopes Müller! Put me on the floor now!

Liam, laughing, obeyed, but not before doubling over with laughter. Everyone present burst into laughter at the scene. Maria, trying to compose herself, gave Liam a few light taps, which only made him laugh harder. Meanwhile, Kenan, who was in the pool, stood up and walked toward his mother, Birgit, but she interrupted him with an amused smile.

— Kenan, don’t even start! — she said, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

Kenan paused for a moment, but soon his gaze turned to Jade, who was sitting on the lounge chair, still in her bikini and not in the pool. He knew she had no intention of getting in, so with a mischievous smile, he went over to her, picked her up, and before she could protest, he jumped into the pool with her. The surprise made Jade scream, but soon both emerged from the water, and Jade, furious, went after Kenan, trying to hit him.

The moment drew laughter from everyone around, like a typical playful exchange between the two, who had known each other for years and always shared such moments without a care. Everyone continued laughing and enjoying the afternoon, with the Ibiza sky reflecting the lightness and fun of the day.

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Later, the younger ones went to take a shower and change. Each one went to their room, and the atmosphere in the house became quieter as everyone prepared for dinner.

Jade took her shower calmly, as she always did. She was very careful with herself, loved to take care of herself, and that showed in her flawless appearance. Her hair was always well-kept, smelling good and soft, and her hair care routine was strict. She knew exactly how to keep her body in shape, and she went to the gym to make sure she was always in top form. But beyond her looks, there was something else that Kenan adored. He was fascinated by her nails, always well-done, and the way she took care of herself in general. He loved looking at her, admiring every detail, from her slightly grayish-blue eyes to the delicacy of her hands and the way her hair was always perfect. And of course, he couldn’t deny it: he loved her body, especially her large butt that made her stand out anywhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

When Jade finished her shower and opened the bathroom door, she was surprised. There was Kenan, sitting on her bed, wearing a plain black shirt and sweatpants. His hair was wet and still smelled like that familiar scent she loved. He looked at her with a mischievous smile on his lips and quickly stood up, walking toward her. Without warning, he pulled her into a hot, deep kiss, and Jade couldn’t resist. She let herself be swept away, feeling safe in his arms, until he gently pushed her toward the bed and pulled her into the middle of his legs. His large hand moved over her body with familiarity, and he went toward the corner of the towel, pulling it slowly. However, before the towel could fall completely, Jade was quicker, holding it and speaking firmly:

— Kenan, not now.

He smiled against her skin, still holding her firmly but not pressing further. He kissed her softly on the neck, letting her relax a little.

— Just a little bit — he murmured in a low, almost teasing voice. — Our parents aren’t paying attention, and Liam always takes forever in the shower.

Jade was so longing for him that she almost gave in, but her mind quickly reminded her of the situation. She pulled away slightly and said, with a smile that hid the tension of the moment:

— Not now.

He pouted, clearly not wanting to stop, and asked in a sweet tone:

— Just one kiss, please.

She couldn’t resist and leaned in to give him a quick kiss before pulling away completely. But he got off the bed and came to her, bending down, thanks to the height difference, to kiss her more intensely. Pulling her by the waist, he kissed her deeply. Jade let herself go, the kiss was hot, and soon the towel fell, leaving her completely exposed to him. Kenan ran his hand over her body, feeling her soft skin.

Breathing heavily and in a soft voice, she spoke, clearly against her will:

— Kenan… stop…

Kenan, with a satisfied smile, kissed her again, this time with more passion. When he pulled away, he leaned in and whispered in her ear:

— I’ll see you in the living room, flower. — and gave her a wink, followed by a light slap on her hip.

He left, leaving her alone in the room, dazed and missing the warmth of his body. Jade stayed there for a few moments, trying to regain her composure, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how he made her feel.

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It had been a week since they arrived at that wonderful place, but Kenan and Jade still hadn’t managed to get a calm moment alone. Every time things started to heat up, someone would call one of them, or Kenan would have to leave in a hurry, or worse, someone would show up unexpectedly, and they’d have to pretend they were just talking, as if nothing was happening. It was frustrating for both of them, but Kenan wasn’t going to give up.

It was Sunday. The sun was beginning to set, and Kenan was taking a nap in his room, his body relaxed on the bed, when the door suddenly opened.

— Wake up, Kenan! Get ready! — Liam’s cheerful voice echoed through the room, followed by the click of the light turning on.

Kenan groaned, shifting on the bed. He grabbed his phone and checked the time: just past 6 p.m. He let out a heavy sigh, still trying to figure out what was going on when he saw Liam rummaging through his things.

— Where’s your cologne, huh? — Liam asked, going through Kenan’s stuff like it was his own home.

Kenan rubbed his eyes and groaned:

— Where are you going?

Liam laughed to himself and corrected:

— Where are we going.

Kenan furrowed his brow. Liam continued:

— Remember that guy I mentioned, the jerk? Well, he’s terrible at work, but he knows some cool spots. He’s in Ibiza too and knows a great place to hang out.

Liam’s mischievous tone made Kenan understand immediately. It wasn’t just a “hangout,” it was probably a club or something like that.

— I’m not going. I want to rest — Kenan replied without thinking much.

— Rest from what? We’ve been here a week! We’ve hung out with the family, now it’s time for just us. And who knows, maybe later we’ll have some fun with some cute girls too, huh? — Liam teased.

Kenan just shook his head.

— I’m good.

Liam crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, studying his friend.

— Tell me the truth… you’ve got someone in Turin, don’t you?

Kenan frowned.

— No. Why are you asking this now?

— Because you never want to go anywhere! You show no interest in any girl I introduce you to... You’re always chill.

Kenan shrugged.

— I’m famous. If I was with someone, everyone would know.

Liam laughed lightly.

— You’re good at hiding things. And everyone suspects it.

Kenan raised an eyebrow.

— Everyone who?

— Your parents. Especially your mom.

Kenan narrowed his eyes, but Liam continued:

— I overheard their conversation. Your dad thinks you’re just about partying, going out, having fun, and leaving. But your mom thinks you have someone. And honestly, I agree with her.

Kenan let out a low laugh.

— You guys are crazy. I’m good. I’m not with anyone right now.

Liam snorted.

— Your mom said she caught you looking at your phone with a silly smile. You were clearly talking to someone.

Kenan just shrugged, not bothering to deny or confirm it. Clearly, he was talking to Jade, since he wasn’t seeing anyone else.

Liam shook his head.

— I just hope I find out who it is before the paparazzi. I don’t want to discover my best friend’s life from others.

With that, he left the room, leaving Kenan deep in thought.

Kenan lay there, staring at the ceiling, when he heard Liam’s voice from outside.

Curious, he left the room and was met with Liam frantically knocking on Jade’s door.

— Jade! Open up, please! — Liam pleaded.

Kenan crossed his arms and watched.

— You gonna try to convince her to go?

Liam turned to him and nodded.

— Of course!

Kenan chuckled softly.

— Good luck.

Then, the bedroom door opened. Jade appeared with an impatient look, and Liam wasted no time.

Kenan stood at the door, watching as Liam entered her room. Her scent filled the air, sweet and captivating. Jade was sitting at her vanity, surrounded by makeup. One eyelid was done up in color, and the other was completely bare.

Liam stopped behind her and made his invitation.

Jade looked at him in the mirror and, without a second thought, said:

— No.

Liam rolled his eyes.

— You two are like old people in young bodies.

Jade huffed.

— Both of you get out of here! I’m already stressed with this and now you’re bothering me.

Liam crossed his arms.

— If you’re not going out, then why are you doing your makeup?

— I’m testing a new technique.

She sighed, clearly out of patience, and pointed to the door.

— Now, both of you, out.

Kenan chuckled quietly as he and Liam left the room.

In the hallway, Liam stopped and looked at him once more.

— Are you sure you don’t want to go?

Kenan just shook his head.

— I’m good.

Liam sighed, defeated, and left.

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Ahmed knocked on Kenan and Jade’s bedroom doors, announcing that dinner was ready. Kenan opened the door just as Jade was stepping out of her room. Their eyes met, and he gave her a half-smile.

— Hey, cutie — he said in a low, husky voice.

Jade smiled shyly, stepped closer, and gave him a light kiss on the cheek before moving past him. Kenan followed her, glancing down, watching how her hips swayed with each step. He couldn’t resist and gave her a playful slap there, murmuring:

— I’ll stop by your room later. — His voice held a promise.

Jade simply nodded without looking back.

Dinner was great. The conversations flowed naturally, and everyone was in a good mood. Funny stories were shared, laughter echoed through the house, and the atmosphere was one of complete relaxation. Later, they moved to the living room, accompanied by a nice bottle of wine. Only Liam was absent.

As time passed, the parents began drinking more. Before long, everyone older was drunk, their words slurred and often nonsensical. Kenan glanced to the side and saw his father slumped in the chair, asleep with his mouth open. He couldn’t resist snapping a photo to tease him later.

Jade laughed at the situation and suggested they all head upstairs. It wasn’t easy getting Kurt and Ahmed to go up; Kenan had to help. After all the commotion, he and Jade were left alone in the living room, tidying up.

Kenan smiled triumphantly and moved closer to Jade, pulling her onto the couch. They both sank into the large, comfy sofa. Between caresses and kisses, they touched each other slowly, with no rush, no urgency, but also not in an innocent way. Sometimes they exchanged a few words, then went back to kissing, savoring the moment.

They stayed like that for a while until they heard noise coming from the stairs. The sound of dragging and uncoordinated steps made Kenan jump off the couch. His heart raced for a moment, but he relaxed as soon as he saw it was Liam, drunk and stumbling.

Kenan took a deep breath, looked at Jade, and whispered:

— Wait in the room.

She just nodded, and he went to meet Liam, helping him up the stairs to his room.

Meanwhile, Jade quickly took a shower, using her best products, thinking Kenan would be back soon. But he took longer than expected. Lying on the bed, with Mr. Watson resting at the edge, a notification pinged her attention. It was on the tablet, sitting on the vanity.

It was her friends: Olivia, Catharine, Quinn, and Peyton. A video call. Jade answered, and the conversation soon became lively. They talked about their vacations, each sharing a little story:

— You guys won’t believe what happened to me! — Liv said, laughing. — I came to this paradise island, everything perfect. On my first day, a monkey stole my hat and water bottle!

— No way! — Peyton laughed. — Are you kidding?

— I swear! I had to bargain with a cookie to get it back. It was humiliating.

— I almost had a heart attack yesterday, — Cat joined in. — I was hiking, and suddenly a giant lizard appeared in my path. I thought I was going to be devoured.

— A lizard? — Quinn laughed. — Oh, come on! He was probably more scared of you!

They continued talking until Liam turned the topic.

— Jade, what about Liam? He came to Ibiza with you, right? — Quinn asked, trying to sound casual. She had a soft spot for him, and Jade thought it was funny.

Jade nodded, drinking a little water. — Yeah, he did. Actually, he left today and insisted that I go with him. He even tried to convince Kenan.

As soon as Kenan’s name came up, the teasing started.

— Ohhh, Kenan! — Peyton laughed. — So, girl, have you made a move on that man yet?

Jade rolled her eyes. — Oh, stop it.

— Don’t try to hide it, darling — Olivia teased. — Is something going on between you two or not?

— Exactly! — Quinn agreed. — I want to know already!

Jade sighed. — There’s nothing going on.

— Hmm, so can I try something with him? — Liv asked, mischievously.

Jade’s expression changed completely. She felt jealousy bubbling inside her, and her friends burst into laughter.

— Just kidding, girl! — Olivia laughed. — He’s a hottie, but he’s all yours. We know you’re not ready to admit you’re into him yet.

Before Jade could respond, Peyton completely changed the subject, and the conversation continued for a few more minutes.

Suddenly, a sound made Jade stop talking. The bedroom door opened and closed. Her gaze immediately went to the entrance, where Kenan appeared. He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants, his hair still wet.

— Damn, Liam gave me a hard time… — he said, sighing.

It was then that he noticed Jade was on a call. From where he stood, he didn’t appear on the girls’ screen, but he could see their faces. They were all laughing.

Kenan smiled and, without warning, leaned in behind Jade, positioning himself at camera level.

— Hey, girls. — His voice was calm and charming.

The four of them were stunned. Kenan was naturally captivating, and seeing him like that—shirtless, damp hair, and that relaxed gaze—was hypnotizing. Without even trying, he could make anyone fall at his feet. For Jade, resisting was even harder. He was pressed against her, his large hand resting firmly on her waist, squeezing slightly. His strong chest against her back, his scent invading her senses. She wanted to hang up on her friends and grab him right then and there.

Kenan looked at the screen and said:

— Girls, do you mind if I take Jade for a bit?

Quinn laughed.

— Take?

They all started laughing, and Kenan joined in, nodding.

— Enjoy — Catharine said.

Kenan smiled and, without hesitation, ended the call, holding Jade firmly as his strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her from the chair. Their kiss was intense, filled with desire and urgency. He carried her to the bed without breaking the contact, laying her down gently before positioning himself over her.

His large hands explored her body with confidence, sliding over her waist, squeezing her breasts over the thin fabric of her pajamas. Jade arched her body in response, feeling the heat of his touch. Her fingers tangled in his damp hair, tugging lightly as his lips trailed down to her neck, leaving wet kisses and small bites that made her breath hitch.

The room filled with heavy breathing and soft sounds of pleasure until a movement beside them caught Kenan’s attention. He suddenly stopped, his lips still brushing Jade’s skin, and turned his head.

Jade opened her eyes slowly, confused, until she saw his expression and followed his gaze.

Mr. Watson was there, lying in the corner of the room, watching the scene with the typical calmness of a golden retriever.

Kenan let out an annoyed sigh and pulled back slightly, resting one arm beside Jade’s face.

— What? — she asked, still breathless.

He looked at the dog and then back at her.

— He’s watching — he said, as if that was the most absurd thing in the world.

Jade blinked a few times before laughing, sliding her fingers along his jaw.

— He’s just a dog, Kenan. He doesn’t even understand what’s happening.

— I don’t mind, — he replied, already getting up from the bed. — He’s too pure for this.

Jade laughed even harder, watching him open the door and point outside.

— Go, Watson. Time for bed.

The well-trained dog stood up and calmly walked out, and Kenan closed and locked the door before returning to the bed.

Jade had already moved to the center, sitting up, her hair messy, eyes shining. The short, thin pajama outlined her body perfectly, and the way the fabric clung to her skin left Kenan completely entranced.

She lifted a finger, motioning for him with a teasing gesture, a small smile on her lips.

Kenan didn’t think twice. He practically threw himself over her, gripping her waist and laying her down again, resuming their kisses and caresses.

His hands roamed her body slowly, while his lips explored every inch of soft skin they could find. The heat between them intensified with each passing second, and soon, Jade was no longer wearing anything.

Kenan’s hands slid over her bare skin, his lips worshiping her body, when a noise in the hallway made them freeze.

Footsteps.

They looked at each other, their bodies still pressed together, breathing heavily.

Kenan let out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes for a second.

Jade gently stroked the back of his neck, feeling the tension in his muscles.

— Let’s wait a little — she whispered, trying to calm him while staying alert.

And so, they remained still, waiting to see if this moment could finally be just theirs.

Kenan was still breathing deeply when the footsteps in the hallway finally faded away. For a moment, he kept his eyes on the door, listening for any other sounds. When everything remained silent, he turned his gaze back to Jade, still lying beneath him, warm and inviting. The desire in his body pulsed stronger, uncontrollable. Without thinking twice, he kissed her again—deeper, hungrier. His large hand trailed down her body, gripping her soft skin with confidence. But when he tried to push further, Jade held onto his shoulders, breathing against his lips.

— Baby, slow down… go check what that was — she murmured, a bit hesitant.

Kenan closed his eyes for a second, exhaling an impatient sigh. He didn’t want to stop. Not now. He brushed his nose against hers, his hands still gripping her hips.

— It’s fine, Jade — his voice came out husky, thick with desire. — We just need to be silent.

She hesitated, biting her lip, but as she felt his fingers press into her skin and his warm lips sucking on her neck, she gave in. Her hands slid down Kenan’s waist, reaching his pants. Skillfully, she began pulling them down along with his underwear, helping him get rid of them. His hardened length brushed against her thigh, and Jade wasted no time. Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly.

Kenan let out a low grunt, his eyes darkening as he felt her touch. His hands gripped her waist tighter, pulling her even closer.

— Fuck, Jade — he murmured against her lips before kissing her even more intensely. Their tongues moved together in a feverish rhythm, as his hands explored every inch of her body.

All they wanted was to release the tension building between them. Jade could feel him throbbing in her hand, knowing he was at his limit. When their kisses became even more desperate, she paused for a moment and whispered:

— The condom...

Kenan froze. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. He closed his eyes, mentally cursing himself. He got off her, grabbed his pants from the floor, and frantically searched his pockets. Nothing.

— Shit — he muttered, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. — Do you have one?

Jade shook her head, biting her lower lip as she watched him pace the room, his jaw clenched.

— For fuck’s sake — he groaned, clenching his fists at his sides. The overwhelming desire mixed with irritation at not being able to relieve it the way he wanted. But before he could curse again, Jade stood up and walked toward him.

Kenan frowned, his eyes following her every movement. Jade guided him back to the bed, knelt in front of him without breaking eye contact, and ran her hands slowly up his thighs until she held him firmly.

— Relax… I’ll take care of it. — Her voice was soft but filled with intent.

Kenan’s jaw tightened, a shiver running down his spine. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a low moan when he felt Jade’s warm mouth enveloping him.

— Fuck — His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with firm control as he felt his entire body ignite with pleasure.

His breath hitched for a second, his abdominal muscles tensing as her tongue moved slowly along his length, teasing, exploring.

She knew exactly how to torture him. The movements started slow, her tongue sliding over him, pressing against the tip just the way she had learned made him groan. Kenan’s lips parted slightly, his gaze predatory as his fingers tightened in her soft hair, guiding her. But Jade didn’t need direction. She knew what she was doing and was savoring every second of it.

When she finally took him deeper, sucking slowly, Kenan let out a rough groan, gripping her hair tighter. Jade looked up at him, eyes gleaming with a mix of pleasure and mischief, her expression sinfully enticing.

It was too much for him. Holding her firmly, Kenan took control, thrusting into her mouth without restraint. The wet sounds filled the room, mixed with her muffled noises and his deep, satisfied groans.

— Fuck, Jade — he gritted out, his whole body pulsing.

His release came hard, and Jade didn’t falter, taking everything, her eyes locked on his. Kenan watched her, completely mesmerized.

— You really drive me insane… — he murmured, pulling her up for a rough, unrestrained kiss.

Without letting go, he lifted her effortlessly and laid her back on the bed.

— Now it’s my turn, baby.

Kenan kissed her fiercely, dominating her mouth with raw desire. His large hands roamed her body possessively, gripping her waist, feeling every curve he already knew so well. He trailed kisses and bites down her neck, leaving red marks on her sensitive skin, while Jade gasped in response, her fingers digging into his arms.

When he reached her breasts, a wicked smile appeared on his lips at the small moan she let out. Jade had always been sensitive there, and he loved to explore that. His hands cupped one breast while his mouth claimed the other, his tongue teasing, sucking, and nibbling on her nipple with hunger. Jade arched her body, her fingers tangling into Kenan’s messy hair, silently begging for more.

He switched his attention from one breast to the other, biting a little harder this time, pulling a louder moan from her lips. Her reaction sparked something primal in him. Kenan moved lower, kissing down her stomach, his hands gripping her waist tightly, feeling the heat and trembling of her body under his touch. His teeth grazed the skin below her navel, leaving small bites there, teasing her.

When he reached her most intimate spot, Kenan didn’t hesitate. The first touch of his warm tongue made Jade gasp, and he smirked against her skin before starting to suck on her with intent. His movements were precise, his tongue pressing and circling her clit, drawing delicious reactions from her.

He shifted positions, sliding off the bed and kneeling on the floor, pulling Jade closer to the edge. His hands firmly held her thighs, keeping them open for him. Kenan went back to devouring her with his mouth, his tongue gliding, sucking, exploring every inch the way he knew drove her crazy.

Jade writhed on the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets. Her breathing was heavy, and her moans grew louder as pleasure built up. Her hand fisted in his hair, pulling without control, guiding his movements against her aching center. She was already close, the sensation overwhelming, until a loud moan escaped her lips.

Kenan paused for a second, lifted one hand, and landed a firm slap on her ass. The sound echoed in the room, and Jade gasped, surprised.

— Stay quiet — he ordered, his voice rough, thick with desire.

His dark eyes locked onto hers with intensity, and her arousal only increased. Jade rocked against him, seeking more contact, more friction, surrendering her entire body to the overwhelming pleasure.

She felt the orgasm creeping closer, every touch, every lick, every suction pushing her toward the edge. Her legs tried to clamp shut by reflex, but Kenan tightened his grip on her thighs, keeping them spread wide for him. Her muscles tensed, and then she shattered, an intense orgasm crashing over her.

Her body trembled, her legs weak, her chest rising and falling rapidly with ragged breaths. But Kenan didn’t stop. He held onto her thighs and continued, sucking on her swollen clit, prolonging her pleasure until Jade let out a breathy cry, writhing from the overstimulation.

Kenan sat back on the bed with a mischievous smile, running his tongue along the corner of his lips, savoring her taste. His eyes roamed over Jade, who was still dazed, her body shaking from pleasure. She looked at him, still catching her breath after the intense orgasm, a lazy smile on her lips.

And Kenan wasted no time. With a firm pull, he brought Jade onto him, guiding her until she was sitting on his face. The position left her completely exposed, and he loved that. Jade braced her hands against the headboard, trying to balance herself, but the moment Kenan’s hot tongue touched her clit again, a loud moan escaped her lips.

He licked and sucked with intensity, alternating between fast and slow movements, testing her reactions. Jade tried to control her hips, but it was impossible. Her body moved on its own, grinding against him, and with each involuntary roll of her hips, Kenan landed a sharp slap on her ass, murmuring against her skin:

— That’s it, baby, keep going…

She moaned, tugging at his hair, feeling the pleasure build up again, stronger each time. Kenan took advantage of the position, squeezing her breasts, massaging and playing with her nipples while his mouth worked tirelessly between her legs.

Jade lost count of how many times he pushed her over the edge. Her body trembled, her legs felt weak, and she could barely hold herself up. When Kenan noticed she could no longer support herself, he gripped her hips, guiding her movements one last time before finally letting her go.

He laid her down on the bed, watching as she caught her breath with a satisfied smile. Her body glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Kenan licked his lips, savoring her taste before leaning in and murmuring against her skin:

— I think you deserve a break now.

Jade let out a weak laugh, still trying to come back down to earth.

— You just realized that? — she teased, her voice a little hoarse.

Kenan chuckled lowly, pulling her into his chest. He stroked her back, pressing lazy kisses to the top of her head.

— Just for now — he warned. — But look at your ass. — He ran a hand over it, squeezing with a satisfied smirk. — Red just the way I like it.

— You’re impossible — Jade muttered, rolling her eyes and lightly smacking his chest.

He grinned against her skin, pleased. It didn’t take long before Jade completely passed out, exhausted. Kenan, on the other hand, took a little longer to fall asleep. He stayed there, feeling the warmth of her body against his, listening to her soft breathing until sleep finally claimed him.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was already shifting colors, painted in soft hues of dawn. The room was still silent, but the numbness in his arm fully woke him up. Jade was still clinging to him, naked, completely relaxed against his body.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment before turning his head toward her. Her head rested on his arm, facing the other way, her small, delicate body perfectly molded to his. They couldn’t be caught like this. No one knew about what was going on between them, and this was the perfect moment to slip away unnoticed. It wasn’t the first time he had to sneak out in the middle of the night. They were used to this risky game.

Carefully, he started untangling himself from her, trying not to wake her. But the moment he moved, she stirred too, letting out a sleepy sigh. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy with sleep, her face adorably puffy and confused. She didn’t seem fully awake, still caught between sleep and awareness.

Kenan smiled slightly, lowering his head to murmur against her hair:

— Shhh, sleep, my love. I’m just going to my room.

Jade blinked slowly as if processing his words, then gave a small nod, her eyes closing again as she snuggled into the pillow.

Kenan watched her for a few more seconds, his fingers running gently through her hair before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head.

He pulled away carefully, dressing quickly. Before leaving, he stole one last glance at her. Jade looked stunning—her face peaceful, her breathing steady, her breasts exposed while the lower half of her body was only partially covered by the thin sheet. Too beautiful.

He held his breath for a moment before stepping out, closing the door behind him, and walking silently to his own room, where he finally collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

The vacation passed in the blink of an eye. For Kenan and Jade, nothing was easy, but they always found a way. They always did.

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Jude and Emily are having a quiet night at home, but the peace is disrupted when Jude's neediness, combined with his injured shoulder, makes him crave more than just daily companionship. As he struggles with his physical limitations, his attraction to Emily intensifies, and he finds it impossible to resist. Emily, in turn, tries to keep her composure but can't deny the chemistry between them. Through subtle teasing, laughter, and moments of closeness, the tension between them grows, leading them to explore their desire in a unique way, marked by the intensity of touch, intimacy, and Jude's vulnerability—needing to restrain himself yet longing for Emily's affection.

En𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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Jude was on the couch, sunk into the cushions, with Jake nestled beside him. The cartoon on the television had both of them captivated, their eyes fixed on the screen, almost hypnotized by the vibrant colors and lively soundtrack. He lost track of time, completely immersed in the story alongside the little boy.

But then, Emily walked past them. And Jude's focus shattered.

Her scent hit him first—a soft perfume mixed with the fresh scent of a recent shower. Then, his eyes followed—damp hair cascading down her back, snug shorts that hugged every curve of her hips and thighs. The loose, long-sleeved shirt lifted slightly with her movements, revealing a tempting strip of skin.

Jude didn’t blink. He just watched her walk into the kitchen, his mind already spinning with possibilities. Jake remained glued to the TV, so Jude took the opportunity and got up, following Emily with a mischievous smile.

She was facing away, rummaging through the cabinet for ingredients when he came up behind her, pressing his body against hers. His firm chest met her back, and his hands didn’t hesitate—they slid over her hips, up her waist, and then back down, shamelessly squeezing the soft flesh of her ass.

“Jude…” she warned, but there was no real conviction in her voice. Her scolding tone was laced with a quiet smile.

“What? I didn’t do anything…” he whispered against the nape of her neck, his fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts, tugging at it lightly.

She sighed and tried to continue gathering ingredients, but Jude was determined to make it difficult. His hands moved to the front of her body, gliding over her stomach until they found the thin fabric covering her breasts. He gave a light squeeze, his thumbs brushing provocatively over the material, feeling her nipples harden under his touch.

“Jude…” This time, she sounded firmer, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed a slow, heated kiss to her shoulder.

“You shouldn’t walk around the house like this, you know?” he murmured, his lips grazing her skin. “It’s torture.”

She laughed, grabbing a pan and turning to face him, pressing the object against his chest to push him back.

“This is called comfortable clothing. And you should be watching cartoons with Jake, not following me around the house.”

Jude grinned, leaning in closer, completely ignoring the pan between them.

“The cartoon was fun. Until you showed up and destroyed my concentration.”

She raised an eyebrow. “So it’s my fault?”

“100% yours.” He confirmed without hesitation, sliding his hands along her sides once again.

Emily sighed, biting her lip, but then she stepped away, spinning on her heels and focusing on the ingredients again.

“Go sit down, baby,” she said, grabbing a package of pasta. “I’m making dinner.”

He groaned dramatically, crossing his arms. “You treat me like Jake sometimes, you know that?”

Emily chuckled, opening the cabinet for more ingredients. “That’s because you and he have the same mental age.”

Jude opened his mouth in mock offense, but then he felt a slight twinge in his shoulder as he moved. Emily noticed immediately.

“Jude…” Her tone shifted to concern. “Did you feel pain?”

“It’s nothing,” he shrugged, trying to brush it off, but she wasn’t buying it.

She turned to him, placing her hands on her hips. “Hurting yourself again won’t help you get back to training any faster.”

He rolled his eyes, but she simply arched a brow, challenging him. In the end, he gave in, raising his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay… I’ll behave.”

She smiled victoriously and returned to her task, while Jude, reluctantly, backed away.

“But I still think you should be arrested for walking around like this…” he murmured, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite.

Emily laughed but didn’t respond. And Jude knew that conversation was far from over.

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The night was calm. Jake had already gone to bed, and the house was now silent, with only the soft glow of the living room lights illuminating them. Emily was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, trying to watch TV, but she soon felt Jude’s touch beside her. He leaned in, his hand gliding slowly over her leg, moving up to her thigh. Emily kept her eyes on the screen, but her body betrayed her reaction to his touch.

“Jude…” she sighed, trying to keep her focus.

He smiled against her shoulder, his mouth grazing her bare skin before whispering in a voice thick with desire:

“I’m not doing anything…”

Emily turned her head to face him, her eyes glinting with a challenge.

“You’re never innocent, Bellingham.”

Jude chuckled softly, his hand squeezing her thigh gently as his gaze held hers.

“And is that a problem?”

She smirked, a hint of sarcasm in her expression.

“That depends. Can your shoulder handle these… provocations?”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “You really think I’m that reckless?”

Emily studied him for a moment, her gaze sweeping over his face and body before returning to his eyes.

“I think you’re asking to be more reckless than you actually are.”

Jude laughed, and with a smooth motion, his hand slid to her waist, fingers slipping under her shirt. Emily felt the warmth of his skin and shivered but held her ground.

“And you think I’ll give up that easily?” he whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, his lips brushing her cheek before leaving a lingering kiss.

Emily couldn’t resist, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. He kissed her again, deeper this time, making her close her eyes for a moment. His hands roamed her skin, gliding up her waist.

“You don’t have to give in to anything,” he murmured against her skin. “Just let me enjoy this.”

Emily took a deep breath, her body surrendering, though her mind still tried to maintain control.

“And what if I say this won’t get you anywhere?” she challenged, tugging lightly at his hair.

Jude lifted his head, meeting her gaze with a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with determination.

“Then I’ll prove to you it’s worth trying.”

His hand slid higher up her thigh, reaching the edge of her shorts. Emily bit her lip, her body reacting despite her best efforts to resist.

He smirked, satisfied with her reaction. “You’re impossible tonight,” he murmured.

Emily laughed, trying to pull away, but he didn’t let her. Jude’s hands pulled her back against him, their eyes locking. His gaze was hungry, and she knew exactly what he wanted.

“You make me lose control, you know that?” he murmured, trailing his nose along her neck, inhaling deeply.

“I just took a shower, Jude. I didn’t do anything special.”

He bit his lip, as if struggling with temptation.

“You did. Just existing drives me crazy.”

His hands explored her thighs more insistently, and Emily could no longer maintain her unaffected expression. She sighed, closing her eyes as she let herself be drawn into the sensation only he could create.

“You’re needy, aren’t you?” she murmured, her voice soft, as if feeling the same.

“I always am,” he said, pressing a warm kiss to her shoulder. “You’ve been cruel, leaving me alone for weeks…”

She laughed, gently pushing his face away.

“Not my fault you can’t overdo it because of your shoulder.”

“But I won’t overdo it,” he assured, squeezing her thigh. “I’ll just stay right here, still, receiving your affection.”

She looked at him, skeptical, before laughing. “You never stay still.”

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𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: After three years together, Sira and Jobe broke up when she left to pursue her dream of studying physiotherapy. Now, back in Sunderland as the team’s physiotherapist, she finds herself caught in a familiar game. Realizing his mistake, Jobe refuses to let her go, determined to win her back. He teases, pushes, and chases her every day, knowing she still feels the same—even if she won’t admit it. Sira fights against it, but in the end, Jobe always gets what he wants, because no matter how much time has passed, their feelings never truly faded.

𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

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Sira was organizing her materials when she heard the door open. Without raising her eyes, she already knew who it was. The woody scent, mixed with a hint of sweat, betrayed his presence.

“You never knock before entering, do you?” she murmured, trying to ignore the approaching presence.

Jobe smiled from the corner of his mouth, closing the door behind him. “Knocking is a waste of time. Besides, I know you like my company.”

She slowly lifted her eyes, eyeing him with suspicion. “What now? If you came to cause trouble, you can turn right around.”

He took a step forward, pointing to his shoulder. “On the contrary, I hurt myself during training. I think I’ll need some special attention.” He leaned on the table, his eyes shamelessly wandering over her body.

Sira crossed her arms. “You have an entire team of physiotherapists. Why did you come here?”

Jobe dramatically sighed, sitting on the bench in front of her. “Because I only trust you, doctor.” He smiled slyly, that mischievous smile that always destabilized her. “And because I know your hands are much more careful.”

Sira crossed her arms again. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Do I really need an appointment? I thought I had priority.”

She rolled her eyes. “You have no priority in anything.” She stood up and walked toward the treatment table. “Take your shirt off.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If you wanted to see me without a shirt, you could’ve just asked.”

“Jobe.” Her tone was firm, but her eyes betrayed a hint of amusement. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure.

He slowly obeyed, pulling the shirt over his head and revealing his well-defined muscles. “I saw you looking,” he murmured with a playful grin.

Sira huffed, grabbing her gloves. “Stop it, I’m just doing my job.”

“Of course,” he teased, leaning forward a bit. “And when your hands slide over me, it’s purely professional, right?”

She took a deep breath, determined to ignore him, but when she turned her back to continue her work, she felt his gaze burning into her.

“You know those pants look perfect on you?” he commented, blatantly.

She spun around instantly. “Jobe!”

He raised his hands in mock innocence. “I’m just telling the truth. You always taught me to be honest.”

“You’re hopeless.” Sira closed her eyes for a second, trying to find patience. “Now, sit up straight.” She approached him, examining his shoulder. The area was slightly swollen. “Does it hurt here?” she pressed with her fingers.

Jobe let out a low sigh, but a grin played on his lips. “A little. But I think a kiss would help.”

Sira took a deep breath, trying to stay focused. “If you keep with this nonsense, I’ll really hurt you.”

Jobe laughed, but stayed in place. When she turned to grab an anti-inflammatory cream, she felt a light tap on her behind.

“Ouch!” Jobe exclaimed immediately, clutching his shoulder.

She spun around on her heels, incredulous. “Are you kidding me?!”

He raised his hands, holding back a laugh. “Calm down, doctor. I was just testing if my arm still has reflexes.”

Sira narrowed her eyes. “Test it another way before I give you a real injury.”

He smiled, leaning in a little closer to her. “If you’re going to hurt me, at least do it with care.”

She intentionally pressed his shoulder, making him let out a groan of pain. “That was with care.”

Jobe winked at her. “If that’s how you treat your patients, I think I’ll hurt myself more often.”

Sira rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in her body. “You never get tired, do you?”

He smiled. “Of you? Never.”

She finished applying the cream and stared at him, trying to keep her seriousness. “Done. Now, try not to hurt yourself on purpose just to come here and annoy me.”

“I’m not promising anything.” Jobe struggled to put on his shirt, but didn’t lose his composure. “By the way, I’m going to need some special treatment later. In my room. Special treatment.”

Sira stared at him, incredulous. “You’re unbearable.”

Before leaving, he leaned slightly toward her. “Ah, doctor, next time you want me to take my shirt off, just ask with care.”

“Get out before I throw something at you,” she threatened, grabbing a towel.

He pretended to enter the room again, and Sira threw the towel at him, watching him laugh as he left through the door. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile threatening to appear.

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