𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤: 𝟐 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Mi casa, tu casa," Chris grinned through FaceTime, his voice warm but his Spanish accent laughably forced. Behind him, Alba raised an eyebrow, her dark hair tied back in a casual bun.

"Work on the accent, babe. You sound like a white man trying way too hard," she teased, crossing her arms with a smirk.

Chris laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I am a white man, sweetheart."

Watching their playful exchange, I felt a small pang in my chest—not of jealousy, but of longing. Their connection was so natural, so easy. Clearing my throat, I decided to interrupt before they disappeared into their own world.

"Okay, well, now I feel like I'm on the verge of interrupting something," I teased, raising an eyebrow.

Chris chuckled. "Haha, you're not. Promise. But seriously, Y/n, make yourself at home. Anything you need, you know I'm just a call away. Plus, Alba will be back sometime tomorrow—"

"Tomorrow afternoon," Alba interjected with a knowing smile.

I nodded, sinking into the plush couch in Chris's living room. "Got it. Well, thanks again for letting me crash here. I just... I really needed a break."

Chris's face softened, and his voice dropped a notch. "You deserve it. Get the space and fresh air you need. I love you, booger."

I laughed at the silly nickname. "I love you too, dork," I replied before ending the call.

The second the screen went black, I exhaled deeply, letting the tension drain from my shoulders. This week had been overwhelming—a mix of stress and exhaustion. Staying at my own place felt suffocating, so when Chris offered his house as a temporary escape, I jumped at the chance. This was my mini-vacation, even if it was just across town.

I did hope Alba would at least be here but, it's fine.

Deciding to settle in, I walked to the kitchen and pulled a chilled bottle of wine from Chris's fully stocked cooler. Setting it on the countertop, I was about to grab a corkscrew when the doorbell rang, the sound cutting through the quiet.

My brows furrowed. Chris hadn't mentioned anyone stopping by. Peeking through the side window, I caught sight of a familiar face.

"Scarlett?" I asked aloud as I opened the door, her small frame almost lost in the oversized coat she wore.

"Oh? Hey, Y/n." Her smile was as bright as ever, but there was a slight hesitance in her tone.

"Are you looking for Chris? He and Alba aren't here," I informed her.

She nodded, holding up a slim folder. "Yeah, just dropping off his scripts. He left them at my place, and I figured he might need them soon."

The wind picked up, tousling her hair and sending a shiver through her. Her green eyes met mine, and without thinking, I stepped aside.

"Come in—it's freezing out here."

Scarlett hesitated but quickly accepted, stepping inside. "Thanks. It's colder than I expected tonight."

"You can sit over there," I offered, pointing to the couch.

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth was a welcome relief from the cold outside. I settled onto Chris's couch, taking off my coat and draping it over the armrest.

Y/n moved gracefully in the kitchen, her figure framed by the soft glow of the pendant lights above. She returned with two glasses and the bottle of wine, pouring for both of us before taking a seat on the couch.

We sipped in comfortable silence at first, the low hum of a movie playing in the background. It wasn't long before small talk morphed into deeper conversation. We caught up on life, exchanging stories and laughter, letting the evening slip away.

Eventually, boredom crept in, and Y/n's eyes lit up with mischief. She grabbed a familiar box from the entertainment center. "Ever played Never Have I Ever?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Not in years."

"Perfect." She flipped through the cards, her eyes scanning the prompts before grinning wickedly.

The game started lightheartedly enough, but as the wine flowed, so did our inhibitions. Laughter filled the room, each new revelation more outrageous than the last.

"Never have I ever... leaked my nudes," I read aloud, unable to suppress a giggle as Chris's infamous mishap came to mind. "Woah, woah, I'm not Chris!" Y/n protested, her laughter contagious.

"I'm sure your millions of followers would love it if you did." I teased as I took a sip of my wine. "Well, I don't think they'd be disappointed if I did." Y/n smiled to herself as she also sipped her wine, her eyes lingering on mine. Y/n smirked, her hazel eyes sparkling. "Let's just say... no one's complained."

Something in her tone shifted—playful but deliberate. The air between us grew heavier, charged.

"Oh, so you're saying you're packing?" I teased back, the wine giving me courage. Y/n leaned closer, her smirk widening. "All I'll say is, you wouldn't be disappointed."

The tension was undeniable now, our banter toeing a dangerous line. My heart thudded as Y/n slid closer, her eyes holding mine. I crossed my legs, getting more comfortable on the couch as our eyes lingered on one another. "You know, if you wanted to see, all you'd have to do is ask." Y/n teased. My words seemed to get stuck, it's like I couldn't speak.

"Anyway," I said, clearing my throat, my voice slightly hoarse from the heat rising in the room—or maybe just from her teasing gaze. I forced a neutral expression, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

Y/n leaned back casually, that familiar smirk still plastered on her face, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her hazel eyes. "I have a question," she began, her voice dripping with playful curiosity.

"Oh, this should be good," I replied, bracing myself for whatever absurdity was about to come out of her mouth.

"Do you do the widow move in the bedroom?" she asked, her smirk growing wider.

I froze for half a second before bursting into laughter. "Seriously?" I managed to choke out as my cheeks began to flush.

"Come on," she said, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Swinging your legs around someone's face like that? That sounds... fun to try."

I raised an eyebrow, regaining some composure. "If you're suggesting I do it to you, all you have to do is ask," I teased, mirroring her boldness.

Her smirk deepened, and she leaned forward just slightly, her tone dropping a notch. "Well, now it's getting a little hot over here, but I can't tell if it's the fire or just you," she quipped, tugging her shirt over her head in one smooth motion.

My breath caught in my throat as she revealed her lean, toned figure. The flickering firelight highlighted every muscle, every curve, her skin glowing like bronze under the golden hues of the room. I tried—and failed—not to let my eyes linger too long.

Her lips quirked up in a knowing grin. "If I didn't know any better," I said, my voice steadier than I expected, "I'd think you're trying to turn me on."

She tilted her head, her hazel eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, is it working?" I scoffed, leaning back into the couch as if her proximity wasn't throwing me completely off balance. "Mmm, no," I lied, hoping the heat in my cheeks wasn't as obvious as it felt.

Y/n hummed softly, like she wasn't entirely convinced. She slid a little closer on the couch, closing the gap between us by mere inches. "Is it working now?" she asked again, her voice low, almost daring. I shook my head, clinging to the last shred of control I had.

Her gaze sharpened, her lips curving into a smirk that sent a shiver down my spine. "What about now?" she whispered. Before I could react, she shifted to her knees, gracefully settling herself between my legs. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as though she were testing my limits. She hovered over me, her lips a tantalizing inch away from mine, her hazel eyes locking onto my green ones with an intensity that made my heart pound.

The tip of her nose brushed against mine, and my breath hitched audibly. I couldn't tear my gaze away, even as every nerve in my body screamed at me to take control—or run away. Neither of us spoke. The silence between us buzzed with unspoken tension, like a string ready to snap.

"It's nice to know I'm making you hot and bothered," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper.

Her lips grazed my ear, soft and teasing, as her breath sent a wave of heat coursing through me. Slowly, she trailed her lips down the side of my neck, never fully touching, just barely brushing my skin. It was maddeningly deliberate, her way of making sure I stayed on edge.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to meet my eyes again. My gaze flickered down to her lips, then back up. I couldn't form words, couldn't even think straight.

And then, with excruciating slowness, she leaned in closer. Her lips met mine, gentle at first—a soft, teasing pressure. A quiet moan slipped from me, unbidden and completely uncontrollable. I felt the corners of her mouth curve into a smile against mine before she pulled away, leaving me breathless and craving more.

She didn't stop there. Her lips found my neck again, this time with more intent. Each kiss she placed was deliberate, lingering, the suction increasing just enough to leave a faint mark. My hand instinctively tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.

The heat between us grew unbearable. Every kiss sent shockwaves through my body, pooling heat in places I couldn't ignore. When her hips pressed against mine, her firm bulge through her shorts met the sensitive ache between my legs, and a soft gasp escaped me.

Her eyes darted up to mine, filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Is it working now?" she teased again, her voice low and rough, as though she knew exactly how much control she had over me.

I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled her closer, crashing my lips against hers, no longer able—or willing—to resist. At this point, I was throbbing and I wanted her more than ever. Y/n grinded against me, her bulge sending me into a frenzy. "Fuuck" I stammered out as she smirked.

I wanted her, bad. I moved my hand to pump her hard on through her shorts as she closed her eyes at the feeling. She met my lips again as we continued grinding against one another. I wanted her to take me, right here, right now.

She backed away, sticking her hand out for me as I stood up. Her eyes darkened as she led me upstairs to the guest bedroom. We closed the door before reattaching our lips to one another. I backed up, falling against the bed, scooting back using my elbows as she stood before me. She swiftly took off her shorts, her eyes never leaving mine as my eyes trailed down to the bulge in her briefs.

She came towards me again and as she tried to lean in, I stopped her, looking up at her as my hands went to the waist band of her briefs. I pulled them down, revealing her hard-on. Definitely packing. I could feel myself getting more wet by the second.

Before I could even take her into my mouth, she stopped me, quickly helping me undress. Without another second lapsing, she stood before me and I grabbed ahold of her, placing her tip in my mouth as I looked up at her. She let out a low groan as I started to suck her off.

The sound of her sent a shiver through me. The sounds of me sucking her dick could be heard in the room. I finished, with a pop as I laid back on the bed. Y/n went down on me, her tongue swirling around my folds before she started to suck on my clit.

"Fuuck, just like that." I moaned as she continued eating me out. She stopped abruptly before looking around the room. "I need a condom." she muttered and I knew we were both far too impatient to try to look for one. "I want to take you raw."

"Scar—"

"Just pull out," I said, I was eager. She hesitated before I grabbed her hand, looking into her eyes. "I want you to fuck me." I whispered and that did it for her. She aligned our centers, my heated core throbbing as she slid in. I gripped the sheets as my knuckles turned white.

Y/n began rocking her hips as she hit all the right spots. Our bodies slapped against one another with every thrust. I couldn't help myself as I began to cum on her hard on. Whimpering and trying to find some sense of control over my shaking body. Not long after, Y/n pulled out and I smirked.

I pushed her down on the bed as I got on top of her. "I'm riding." I said lowly as I got situated, rocking my hips. I threw my head back, her low groans and whimpers filling the room as my moans joined in. I came again and again, my body shaking from the feeling, as I tightened around her. Her motions were getting deeper and I knew she was close. "Scar— shiiittt" she muttered out.

Y/n tapped my thigh and I knew she was going to let loose any second. I didn't want to get off yet, it felt too good. I knew I was edging her closer, she continued to try to hold it in. "Scar—" she whimpered and I immediately got off as she quickly got on her knees, letting loose in my mouth as she was finally able to let herself cum.

Both of our chests heaving as we laid beside one another, trying to catch our breaths. Both of us sweating as I moved over beside her, laying my head on her chest. She loosely wrapped her arm around my body as both of our eyes fluttered shut.

. . .

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting warm streaks of gold across the room. My eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the morning light. The air was still, the faint scent of Scarlett's perfume lingering on the sheets.

Beside me, Scarlett began to stir, her lashes flickering as her eyes opened to meet mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just looked at each other, an unspoken warmth passing between us. Her lips curled into a soft smile, and I couldn't help but return it.

Without a word, she leaned over, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips—gentle, unhurried, as if savoring the quietness of the moment.

Reluctantly, we both moved to get out of bed, the cool morning air wrapping around us. Scarlett reached for her clothes scattered across the chair in the corner, slipping her blouse and jeans back on. I grabbed a pair of briefs from my suitcase at the foot of the bed, tugging them on as I ran a hand through my tousled hair.

The room was silent, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was one of those moments where words weren't necessary, where the quiet felt like its own kind of conversation.

Scarlett gathered her things, her clothes in hand, and made her way toward the door of the bedroom. She paused just as she reached it, turning back to me with a soft smile. Stepping closer, she kissed me again—short but meaningful—before opening the door and heading out.

I stood there for a moment, the faint trace of her lips still on mine, before following her downstairs. On my way, I grabbed the shorts I'd tossed off the night before, pulling them on as we entered the living room.

Scarlett walked over to the coffee table, picking up her phone and jacket, while I leaned against the back of the couch, running a hand through my hair again.

The peace of the morning shattered as the front door swung open suddenly, the sound making my stomach drop.

"Y/n/n, I brought donuts—" Alba's cheerful voice echoed through the space, only to falter mid-sentence.

Her eyes froze on the scene before her—me standing in my hastily pulled-on shorts, Scarlett with her coat draped over her arm, clearly mid-exit. The look on her face was one of pure confusion, her mouth slightly agape as she tried to process what she was seeing.

Scarlett stiffened, glancing at me briefly before turning her attention back to Alba. It was as if we were caught in headlights, both of us too stunned to speak.

"Hi..." Scarlett finally managed, her voice quick and clipped. Without waiting for a response, she slipped past Alba and out the door, her movements rushed but still poised.

The sound of Scarlett's car starting in the driveway filled the sudden, awkward silence. I didn't move, my heart racing as I stood there, staring at Alba. She slowly turned her gaze from the door back to me, one eyebrow arched high, her expression a mix of confusion and amusement.

Neither of us said a word.

Finally, Alba broke the silence with a smirk, walking over to the counter to set the box of donuts down. She opened the top, peeking inside before calmly reaching for a glass from the cabinet.

"It's a little early, but I think this calls for wine," she said with a laugh, pulling a bottle from the rack and pouring herself a generous amount.

I exhaled, a mix of embarrassment and amusement bubbling up inside me. "Alba, it's not even 9 AM."

She shrugged, taking a sip of her wine with an exaggerated air of nonchalance. "And yet, here we are. Care to explain, or should I just fill in the blanks myself?"

I groaned, leaning against the counter as she eyed me expectantly, that signature smirk still playing on her lips.

"Don't," I warned, pointing at her with mock sternness.

"Oh, come on," she teased, swirling her glass dramatically. "Scarlett Johansson sneaking out of my house at the crack of dawn? This is golden, Y/n. You can't leave me hanging."

I ran a hand over my face, shaking my head as Alba continued to grin at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

"Here, have a donut while you tell me what freaky shit you two got up to last night." Alba was amused clearly. "You're home earlier than expected—" I started.

"And boy am I glad I am. Come on." Alba motioned for me to begin telling her what happened as she smiled.

The only thing worse than her relentless teasing was the undeniable fact that she was absolutely not going to let me live this down.