mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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The afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the back garden, the warmth of it seeping into your skin as you sat on the old wooden swing. You could hear the distant hum of a lawnmower, the sound growing louder as Alex pushed it across the yard. You were dressed for the weather, clad in nothing but a pair of shorts and a bikini top. It was innocent enough. Appropriate even, for a summer day like this, but you knew exactly what you were doing. You knew how the way your skin glistened under the sun would catch Alex's eye, how the subtle sway of your hips as you moved would remind him of just how long it had been since you'd had any real alone time.
Summer in Sheffield was something you had grown to look forward to every year. It was your tradition now, visiting his parents for a few weeks each summer. The cool breeze, the rolling hills, and the warmth of Alex's family home had become a second home to you. But this summer was different. In a way that neither of you had really anticipated.
When Alex had decided to sell his old house here, you hadn't thought much of it. He'd insisted it was just sitting there, gathering dust, and that he didn't need it anymore. "What's the point?" he'd said with that casual nonchalance you both loved and found frustrating at times. But now, two weeks into your stay with his parents, you could see the regret flickering in his eyes. Two weeks had passed without so much as a stolen proper kiss, and you still had another week to go. But the tension between you both was becoming unbearable, especially today.
It wasn't like you hadn't tried. The first week, you'd suggested sneaking out after everyone had gone to bed, maybe finding a quiet spot to be together, but Alex had been too worried about waking his parents. And said he's not a kid anymore. Too old for that sort of stuff. Then there was the time you'd cornered him in the kitchen, the door closed, your lips barely an inch from his as you whispered all the things you wanted to do to him, only to be interrupted by his mum asking if you wanted tea. After that, the frustration began to settle in, not just for him, but for you too.
Now, you were stuck in this strange game of teasing each other, both pushing the other to the edge without actually crossing it. And today, it felt like the game was reaching its peak.
Today, you'd decided to push things just a little further. You shifted on the swing, leaning back slightly, your legs stretched out in front of you, your toes just barely brushing the grass. From the corner of your eye, you could see Alex, his muscles flexing with each push of the mower. He was wearing a white vest. Or rather, it had once been white. Now, it clung to his skin, damp with sweat, the fabric translucent in places where it stuck to his chest and back. There were faint traces of green smeared across it, stains from where his grass-covered hands had rubbed absentmindedly against the material. His hair was tousled, falling into his eyes in that effortlessly cool way he always managed to pull off. Every now and then, he'd glance in your direction, his gaze lingering a little too long on your bare skin before he quickly looked away, focusing on his task his mother had asked him to do.
