𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ★ ʏᴀɴᴋᴇᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs
𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 !
❝ how can you not be
romantic about baseball? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 lottie's bored and hopes
that an imagine book exclusively about
yankees will motivate...
𝐀 10-0 𝐖𝐈𝐍 over the Red Sox was a great way to cap off an already exceptional week for Juan Soto. He had 2 multi-homer games, 9 hits total, 8 walks, and he'd even made some pretty great plays in right field, if he did say so himself. But the cherry on top of the cake was the party their captain, Aaron Judge, had arranged for them to go to at his house.
"Look at those moves," Gleyber Torres snickered, pointing at a very happy looking Y/N Stanton, who was dancing in the living room with Elizabeth, Gleyber's wife.
Juan shrugged, trying not to stare too hard at the way her hips swayed with the music. He didn't see her that much, on account of the fact that she lived in LA and only came to New York to visit her big brother, Giancarlo. But whenever she was around, Juan was captivated by her. Her big eyes, her warm smile, the way she threw her head back when she laughed...everything about her seemed to draw him in.
Obviously, she was off limits. She was the little sister of his teammate, a teammate who happened to be 6 '6 and had arms bigger than Juan's legs. But that didn't mean that he couldn't look, did it?
Y/N didn't even notice him there, and it was probably just as well.
"I'm getting another drink," Juan said shortly before heading to the kitchen.
He had to be careful with how much he drank, he didn't want to show up to the stadium hungover tomorrow, but he'd only had one beer so far, and he figured he earned another one for not thinking about how good she'd feel underneath him.
He grabbed a Corona out of the fridge and popped the cap off, taking a long swig before leaning back against the counter, letting his eyes close for a second. Then, he opened his eyes and walked back to the living room. He said hello to some of his teammates and their wives, and chatted with Tommy Kahnle for a little bit, all while keeping a watchful eye on Y/N.
He couldn't help himself.
Eventually, he got tired and sat down in one of the armchairs that was pushed up against the wall, nursing his third beer. Juan was scrolling through Instagram when suddenly, something fell into his lap.
Y/N.
She giggled, her hands moving to steady herself on his thighs, her ass pushing down into his crotch. She turned her head, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and her eyes were wide.
"Juan!" Her voice was high pitched, and her words slurred. He chuckled nervously, his eyes darting around the room, looking for any signs of Giancarlo, and thankfully finding none, "You're cute, you know that?"
