Her waist moves side to side dreamily, exaggerated enough to make the ribbon shimmer and sway with her. Itâs almost hypnotic..like sheâs putting on a private show just for him.
He gently takes her hand, guiding her waist as she begins to sway slowly in the morning light. His eyes donât leave hers, his voice low and possessive:
đđđĄđđđ«
Behtar walks in the next day dressed like thisâshort skirt, loose pink top sliding from her shoulder, sunglasses perched playfully on her head, her body swaying with that unmistakable rhythm. She gives JosĂ© a flirty wink and a teasing smile, leaning just enough to let her words drip with sweetness:
Behtar: âHola, JosĂ©~ đâ
Her waist moves side to side dreamily, exaggerated enough to make the ribbon shimmer and sway with her. Itâs almost hypnotic..like sheâs putting on a private show just for him.
José freezes for a beat, then smirks, stepping toward her slowly, his voice low and fiery:
José (possessive, rough):
âBehtar⊠youâre playing dangerous with me, mi amor.â
F in the corner instantly snaps, face twisting with cold-blooded rage. His voice cracks as he screeches:
F:
âNOOO!! W-WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK!!!â
He throws his arms around like a broken puppet, jumping up and down like a jealous child, spit flying everywhere as he babbles nonsense. But JosĂ© and Behtar donât even look at him, JosĂ© grabs Behtarâs waist as she keeps swaying, pulling her closer until their faces nearly touch.
Behtar (smiling with a blush, still swaying):
âYou canât resist, hmm?~â
F collapses to the floor in a dramatic heap, rolling in circles, muttering:
F:
âShibuya⊠fuck this⊠SHIBUYA!!!â
JosĂ© presses his forehead to Behtarâs, ignoring F completely.
While F is rolling, pounding, and screaming âWAAAAA SHIBUYAAAAâ like a deranged child on the supermarket floor, JosĂ© turns all his focus to Behtar.
He gently takes her hand, guiding her waist as she begins to sway slowly in the morning light. His eyes donât leave hers, his voice low and possessive:
JosĂ© (soft but firm): âMĂa. Always mine. Look at me, not him.â
Behtar giggles dreamily, tilting her head as she sways closer, her hair brushing JosĂ©âs shoulder. She teases like a kid, sing-songing sweetly:
Behtar: âOnly for JosĂ©~ only, only~ đ¶â
The contrast is brutal F is in full meltdown mode, screaming and drooling on the floor, while José and Behtar are wrapped in this soft, fiery, private rhythm, like nothing else exists.
Every time F shouts louder, José just pulls Behtar closer or caresses the ribbon, making it clear F is completely powerless.
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