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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART I

Felix x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Felix become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (15,4k words)

Author's note: It's kind of experimental turning this into a fanfic but hope you enjoy it. Part II will be out next week x

Content warning: This is entirely a work of fiction and not affiliated with real Too Hot To Handle show.

YOU: I think physical appearance is not that important. It's all about confidence. [flips hair] I think all women should carry their self with confidence, stand tall, and always strive to be better.

But when you look at me, I'm pretty much a smoke show [laughs] I'd date myself if I could [laughs]

My ideal type is someone with a distinct charm. I'd love to see a tattoo or two on a man and someone who knows how to keep it exciting, cause I get bored easily [blows kisses to the camera]

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

That's why you accept your cousin's offer in exchange for money that would save you from getting kicked out of your apartment and from dropping out of college.

She was in a desperate time too when she reached out to you as one of the contestants decided to drop out of the reality show she worked in as the casting director.

Guess desperate times reached out to each other.

But you, as a nobody with less than a hundred followers on Instagram and you believe half of them are bots, have no experience of being in front of the camera, doubting that you'll do well in it.

Other than that, you think reality shows are just a waste of time, they have no educational value but dumb people down.

But what option do you have? You're broke, jobless, and a week away from being homeless when the offer came.

"What's the reality show about again?" You ask your cousin, Sara.

She rolls her eyes at you, it's probably the umpteenth time you asked her about it again. "It's on the description."

It's on the pile of papers she gave you but you're too lazy to read that many pages written in small fonts with single spaces.

You have to bring it close to your face to read it.

A group of determined singles visit paradise to meet, mingle, and remain celibate for their chance to win $200,000.

"So..." you stop reading after seeing the amount of money you can win from it, "it's basically a dating show."

"Yes," she answers, "but... you will not be allowed to kiss or touch or have sex."

"Oh, thank God!" You let out a long sigh of relief.

Yes, you need the money but knowing that you don't have to do such things for a reality show makes you feel relieved. At least when one of your peers knows, you wouldn't have to be embarrassed about it. You can say you did it for the experience, but spare the part that you did it for quick money.

Another question pops into your head, "But then... how are we going to date each other if we're not allowed to kiss or touch and whatnot?"

Sara smiles at you, "See? That's the catch!"

She gets all excited in a second, "you have to resist each other from going at it," she further explains as her eyes turn a little loopy.

"Oh, so they'll be sex in it?"

She chuckles, "Maybe yes. Maybe not. Who knows?"

That's a vague answer and you still don't get how she would make money from making a reality show but doubtfully giving people what they want.

It's not like you're in it to actually find someone to date. You agree to join because she promised you more money once the shooting is done.

You're going to stay at a gorgeous villa on an island with a few people and try not to be in each other's pants, which is not what you intend to do in the first place.

What's so hard about it anyway?

Wow!

You might have missed the part that you have to be dressed in provocative swimwear and show as much skin as possible in the papers Sara gave you.

However, there's this one motto that always works to make you through the day.

Fake it till you make it and you have no other option but to fake it.

Your hair is styled into loose waves to make it look like you've been spending time at the beach and thankfully, you're allowed to do your own make-up. You put on a simple one, put a little blush on your cheek, and a layer of shiny gloss over your lips.

You changed into a two-piece bikini and look at yourself in the mirror.

Damn, you don't even have to fake it anymore. You look hot and you think that's why they still passed you as a contestant despite knowing that Sara is a relative of yours.

The first segment of the reality show is contestants entering the villa one by one, but in your case, you have to do it with another gorgeous girl.

"I'm Maeve," she introduced herself in a cute Irish accent.

You might or might have not just checked her out from head to toe before shaking her hand back to introduce yourself back.

You're taller than her but that's what makes her cute. She has that pretty dirty blonde hair and a nice smile, exuding a very positive vibe. You like her already.

The staff gives you the cue to start walking into the gravel path that leads to the villa while the cameras take you from every angle possible to capture your best features.

By best features, you mean your breasts and boobs, anything that possibly makes people think that's how a perfect body should be.

You are against female objectification but again, what other choice do you have? Giving up your principles just so you can live another day in this capitalist world.

Cheers welcoming both of you as the other contestants that have made their entrance before you, watching you step into the scene.

You can feel their eyes on you, either in envy or lust or things in between. You introduce yourself around with hugs and kisses, which is not how you usually introduce yourself.

Once they handed you a welcome drink which is a glass of warm champagne from being under the sun too long, it's when you see each one of them better.

Your confidence deflates in an instant because they're all way hotter and sexier than you. They look good in their bikinis and their hair is perfectly tousled like they rolled out of bed looking that gorgeous.

You're not just talking about the female contestants, the male too are incredibly stunning, their abs are on display since they're only wearing swimming trunks, their skins glowing under the sun.

You find yourself fanning your neck just from stealing glances at it.

"Hot, huh?" The other girl asks you, one with a perfect bone structure and full lips.

You lightly chuckle, "Everyone in here is hot," you carefully with what you said, aware that a mic is attached to your body.

"I know right?" She says with a flirty smile.

After a moment, you learn her name is Laura and she's the epitome of a hot girl. She has the perfect hair, perfect body, perfect nails, and even the way her hair parted is perfectly in the middle. Other than that, Laura, like other pretty girls, has it easy in her life, she's a social media influencer with 300k-something followers and said she's here for 'shit and giggles', her words, not yours.

A lot more male contestants enter the villa and everyone refills their champagne flutes as the temperature raises. You can't tell if it's because you're so close to the beach or there's just a lot of heat in here, or it could be that you're panicking inside and try not to show it.

Your cousin Sara is wrong about one thing.

There's not just one catch, they're all a catch and you can't do anything about them.

YOU: I feel like I'm in an ice cream shop and they have all of my favorite flavors. Vanilla, chocolate, salted caramels, cookies, and cream... [bites thumb] I just can't wait to have a scoop of each flavor [chuckles]

After the introduction and draining six bottles of champagne in the process, everyone is allowed to explore the place, get familiar with each other, and mingle.

Well, of course, you have to do your part, be flirty with them but you don't intend to go into that yet. Not when your confidence level is at its lowest that you can't even fake it anymore.

You sit by the lounge chair by the beach, enjoying the view of the beach while trying to ignore all the cameras filming you.

One of the cameramen suddenly got closer to get an angle when you notice that one of the male contestants is coming to the beach and you see no one else there but you.

Suddenly, you feel alarmed, immediately check your appearance, and got you wondering why that is your first reaction. This never happens in real life.

"Hi," he says, sitting on the other lounge chair next to you.

You raise yourself from the longue chair, supporting the back of your head with a cushion.

"Hi," you finally say back, trying to sound calm yet sultry like how Laura speaks.

You notice that he speaks in an accent that you can't quite decipher its origin, "may I know what accent is that?"

"It's French, but I do speak German as well," he says.

"And English," you point out.

He chuckles, "That too!"

"I learn that everyone has an exotic accent while I'm here with the most basic accent," you say and it surprises you how well you're doing at being an obnoxious reality show star.

He smiles, showing his perfectly good teeth, "Nah, I think you're cute."

And surprises yourself again at how receptive you are, smiling at his compliment. You laugh to yourself as you try to remember his name, everyone introduced themselves too quickly earlier and gave you no time to memorize them.

"I'm sorry. What's your name again?"

"Alex," he says, taking another step towards you as if he wasn't standing close enough.

Alex is super tall, super attractive, muscles in all the right places and you have never cared about such things in a man before. Alex has nice brown skin and soft curly hair, he's charming in a way that subtly grows in you.

"Well, Alex, how come you're so tall?" You playfully ask him, holding your champagne flute close to your face.

"I play basketball," he answers.

You click your tongue in awe and at the same time, feel afraid that Alex has raised your standards of men to a whole new level.

YOU: Alex is hot. Isn't that obvious? That French accent ooh... [whistles] and he plays basketball. He's like a tall glass of water and I'm super thirsty.

He's hot, he's tall, he speaks three languages, and he also plays sports. What else can he do? You wonder...

"What about you?" He asks.

You think for a moment, "Well, I only speak English," you answer with giggles.

He leans forward and puts his elbows on his knees, looking at you with an intense stare.

"I can speak cat language too if that counts," you add.

He raises an eyebrow at you, "So you're a cat person, huh?"

"Yes, I am."

"I see..." he says, looking at you with an even more intense stare, "you like to be spoiled, huh?"

You turn to lay on your side to show him the curve of your body and bite your lower lip as you bravely stare back at him, "who doesn't like to be spoiled?"

Alex licks his lip as you catch him glancing at your lips, he thought of kissing you for sure but has no idea what stops him.

"What animal person are you?" You ask as the conversation starts to dry up.

He props a hand under his chin, "Why don't you guess?"

You tap your lips with your index finger to subtly tease him, "A puma?" You wildly guess.

He laughs, "Why?"

"I got the impression that you're wild, can't be tamed," you say whatever it is crossed your head at that moment.

You don't think Alex would care anyway with what you're saying because all he can think about is whether he should kiss you or not.

"Am I right? Or am I not wrong?" You dare him by closing the gap a few inches short.

Yet he remains in his seat and you're getting bored of waiting already. You retreat from keeping this going and sit up on the longue chair.

"I think I have to start getting ready for the party," you excuse yourself.

You're not proud that you're back to being such a bitch who plays with men but gosh, something about this reality show that brings out the bad girl in you.

YOU: Perhaps it's too early for him to get his move on someone. I think he wants to keep his options open and that's what I'm doing as well, I want to get to know a few of them and see if I... uh can have some fun.

The males are already waiting at the beach for the party.

The females are taking longer time to get ready because there is so much to do, hair, make-up and even putting fake acrylic nails.

You have lived as a woman for twenty-three years but only realized now how exhausting it is to be one. Not that you don't like it but people oftentimes don't give women enough credit for it.

"Come here, you sexy!" One of the males says.

Wow. What a way to impress a woman!

Everyone is sitting on the benches set around a bonfire and drinking cocktails with umbrellas in them, sipping and talking, checking each other out in secret or not so secret

A player recognizes another player so there's no use for all contestants to play naive, pretending that they're just here to sit around bonfire and make friends.

Everyone knows that they're here to get wild and becomes famous by doing it on a reality show. Except you thought, you don't want to go that far.

"Icebreaker time!" Says the girl with brunette hair and rosy cheeks. You believe her name is Heidi.

"Each one of us will take turns to stand in the middle with a blindfold on and anyone can do anything to that person. In the end, they have to guess who did it," she explains but more like babbling around the words while seductively chuckling in between words.

You don't get what she's saying but try to learn the game by watching as she takes the first turn to set an example. Heidi is a total babe, it's impossible if no one wants to have a piece of her.

A male comes up to her and has a deep kiss that put everyone to shame. One look and you can tell that it's one hell of a kiss. You sip the drink you've been holding in your hand.

Your heart is drumming the closer it gets to your turn, afraid that someone does things with you but it would be more embarrassing if no one does things with you.

So far, everyone at least has a kiss or a smooch, Laura even lets a guy touch her ample bosoms. You haven't made a move yet and it's kind of a requirement that you show your wild side because that's the idea of the show.

It's Jamie or that's what you remember his name is. He's taking his turn and putting a blindfold on, he looks gorgeous wearing a white shirt and short pants.

Jamie has glowing tan skin and six-pack abs, his hair must have skipped months of a haircut but rocking it all right. He keeps brushing his hair to the back, knowing that it looks better when it's messy.

You take a glance at everyone and none of them seem to make a move on him, impulsively, you get up from the stool and come up to him.

It's when you stand in front of him you have no idea what to do with him or more like, you have tons of ideas of what you want to do but can't choose one.

Everyone else is watching from their seats in anticipation, you shut down your brain from thinking and just go with it. You stand on your tiptoe and kiss him on the neck, covering your lips once you're done to not give him any clue that it's you who kissed him.

You run back to your seat and see what his reaction is once he takes his blindfold off. Next, Jamie has to guess who is it and to avoid looking suspicious, you calmly sip your drink and watch him guess who did it.

After taking too much time observing, he gives up, "I don't know. But whoever it is, I kind of want more," he says.

You try to remain calm and take another sip, looking anywhere but not in his direction.

It's finally your turn, your heart is beating faster and you wonder if the audio guy can hear it too with the mic resting around your neck.

Taking a quiet deep breath, you tie the blindfold over your eyes and around your head. You can only hope for the best now and block every insecurity that tries to reside in your head.

"Ooh..." everyone coos in unison and that only means someone is coming or about to do things to you.

Nervous, you clench and unclench your fists to calm yourself. Then a pair of hands gently cup your face and tilts your head upward.

Not ready for it, this mysterious person kisses your open mouth and proceeds to kiss you more, using his tongue in the most pleasurable way to taste you.

Damn! He's a good kisser and you reflexively respond to his kisses with your hands holding theirs. For a split second, you forget that you're in the middle of shooting a reality show and everyone is going to watch it.

You gasp the second they let go and have you fixing your lipstick because there's no way that phenomenal kiss not smudging it.

"Whoa. Can barely think after that kiss," you shamelessly tell everyone as you act drunk as you walk back to your seat.

Sipping your drink, you secretly assess everyone and try to guess which one of them kissed you. They're all hot anyway, it's not a loss to kiss one of them and you didn't know why you were fussing about it earlier.

Since Laura is taking the last turn and everyone seems to be whipped by her, you can see that all the male contestants anticipated this. You bet they're lining up to get a kiss from her.

It takes only a few seconds for anyone to make a move, the first one to have it is Daniel with half of his body covered in tattoos. He has a lean body and that bad boy attitude, he confidently strides to kiss Laura on the lips, so hard that she gasps in surprise.

You find yourself clapping at two people doing lewd things in front of a group of people. When you think Daniel is the only one succeeding in having a piece of Laura, another one takes his turn.

You almost scoff seeing Alex holds her by the neck and kisses her so deeply. Instant turn off, all those charms he has seems to be wiped off your head in a second.

YOU: Well, now we all know why Alex didn't kiss me [laughs] He likes someone else and that's good, I'll stop chasing him from here [sucks air through teeth] and on to the next one! [Raises hand triumphantly]

Moving on to the next segment, you prepare yourself for your act.

Sara is nice enough to let you know what the show is really about. When you ask everyone else, they believe that they're on a dating show and are here for partying and having fun and such.

Well, until... the cone-shaped talking pops out of its hiding and stops the party and the fun altogether.

"Hi, I'm Lana, and welcome to Too Hot Too Handle!"

Everyone stops talking and turns serious while deep inside you will find pleasure from their pain.

"You have been specially selected because you are all choosing meaningless sex over genuine relationships."

"That's true, though!" One of the males says and the other chuckles along.

"The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper emotional connections in your personal relationships."

Daniel seems to be taking the news badly, "I'm not here for that!" He comments.

"As always, there are conditions to your stay here. You must abstain from sexual practices for the entirety of your stay."

Everyone is groaning in frustration, covering their eyes as if not having sex will make them die.

"No kissing. No heavy petting. And no sex of any kind."

More groans are spilling out of everyone's mouth.

"This also applies to self-gratification."

Wait! You didn't know that you'll not be allowed to touch yourself. Your body and you can't do anything about it.

YOU: The second I saw Lana, I know it's bad. But I didn't know it's that bad. Can't even touch myself? What?

"However, to aid your development, I've increased the prize fund to $200.000."

That one gets everyone hyped and jumping in excitement, including you. Thinking of that much money, you can shrug all your financial problems away.

"Each time the rules are broken, money will be deducted from the prize fund."

But this one gets you down immediately, there's a possibility that no money will be left with all these horny people locked in a villa together.

"Everyone, welcome to the retreat!"

"Ugh!"

YOU: Everyone is pissed off, including me. But you know, something about being told not to do something only makes me want to do it [bites lip]

No, you're not pissed off about it. Sex is something you can easily avoid doing, you just need to keep it in your pants and that's what you're going to do.

You want the prize so much and want to put your focus solely on that.

"How do you feel, babe?" Maeve asks while putting her wavy hair into a messy bun.

You're cleaning up your make-up with her with Heidi in the room, "I'm super bummed!" You lie.

"I'm here to have fun so... I'll continue to do that," Heidi eggs on the conversation.

Maeve nods in agreement, "Right!"

Going to the bedroom, you see the next struggle and that is choosing your bed. A few of them have chosen partners to share the bed with. You don't want to choose yet so you nudge Maeve's elbow, "Want to share a bed?"

She smiles at you, "I thought you'd never ask," she answers.

Everyone else is on the bed and you look around, catching someone staring at you from across your bed. It's Jamie.

"It's you," he points at you.

You raise an eyebrow at him and mouthed, "What?"

He turns his head to the side and shows his neck, "the kiss."

Instead of answering, you slump down the bed and giggle behind the duvet. You bet he can tell from the color of the lipstick mark.

However, from all the males you see, you can't guess yet which one of them kissed you. Alex can't be it, he's sharing the bed with Laura and looking comfortable there.

That leaves Jamie, Daniel, Cole, and Felix. It could be Jamie but...

"Goodnight, babe!" Maeve says as the lights are turned off for the night.

"Night, beautiful!" You greet back and you silently thank her for stopping you to think about boys when you should be thinking about the money.

Eyes on the prize.

The first day and you wake up feeling so disoriented. It's the timezone, the weather, and the blinding sun that greets you the moment you get out of the bedroom.

They provide swimwear in the closet for everyone to wear besides your own clothes. You pick a pair and put on your make-up after with Laura and Alex, not sure if either of them is trying to make you jealous.

It's the first day of the rules applied and you already need to remind yourself of the prize fund.

"Who do you like?" You curiously ask Maeve as you're in the pool together with Jamie.

"I like Felix," She answers without a beat.

It's an obvious answer. If this show has two main characters they would be Laura and Felix. The males go for Laura and the females for Felix. You haven't had time to speak to Felix in person then again, everyone in here is attractive.

"I think he's just so hot and cute," Maeve adds.

Jamie splashes her with water, "you're blushing!"

Maeve giggles and splashes water back at him, "what about you? What is your type?"

You didn't expect she'll turn the table at you and that you're like a rabbit about to get hit by a car.

"Come on, you can say it. Brunette with a British accent, nice smile, nice hair," Jamie playfully says with a grin at you.

Maeve chuckles then comments, "I think you two look cute together!"

YOU: I think Jamie is cute, he's a goofball. We share a vibe and he always smells so good [laughs] I can't say anything yet but yeah, let's see.

There are five males and five females, everyone can pair up and be a couple but things don't work out that way. There are so many things to consider like chemistry and connection, etcetera. However, you believe everyone is just waiting for someone to break the rules to go further.

That seems to be plausible with Lana throwing a party tonight.

"We're matching!" Jamie says.

You chuckle seeing that the only matching thing you have with him is the color of the pants you're wearing.

"You look beautiful," he compliments.

You tease him by jutting your ass at him and looking over your shoulder while batting your eyes at him, "Thank you!"

Doesn't want to be tempted, he turns your body around and puts his arm around you to lounging outside. You bet that he will use the opportunity to tell you about his intention.

You haven't been in relationships for so long that you forget how nerve-wracking it is.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!" You clink your glass with him before taking a sip.

The sky is so pretty and clear tonight that you can see the stars like pinpricks on the night sky. The breeze is warm and salty, it's not good for your hair, you spent almost an hour straightening your hair and it's ruined in ten minutes.

"So do you have anyone you like?" Jamie asks.

You put your glass away and shake your head, "Nah, not yet."

He stares deeply into your eyes, "well, I like you," he suddenly admits.

"Like it isn't obvious," you jokingly say.

He laughs and licks his lips which makes you glance at his lips, it's round and full, glistening wet. You look away before it gets too creepy.

"You're gorgeous and easygoing and so fun to be around," he starts by complimenting you.

You don't know how he can have that conclusion when you only know each other for one day, you go along with him and nod, "Yeah, I agree."

He shifts on the seat and leans in close, putting his arm on the back of your head, "You're the first that caught my eyes when I came."

It's hard to know if Jamie said that in all honesty or to merely impress you. You saw how Alex jumped from one girl to another in a span of a few hours so you can't just trust his words.

Remember that they're all here for a reason, they're horny and emotionally unavailable. Sadly, that's what your types are for the last few months.

"I was hoping you'd compliment me more," you joke.

He throws his head back as he cracks a laugh, "I think it's your time to compliment me back."

You fold your legs on the sofa and put a cushion on your lap to play with the lint to keep your brain stimulated, to prevent you from zoning out midway.

You look at him as he looks back at you with hopeful eyes, "I think you're absolutely fit, you have a nice smile and are tall enough—"

"Tall enough?" He asks, a little offended.

You chuckle at his reaction, "In the best way. I hate when a guy is too tall," you explain.

"Okay, continue..." he allows.

"And you always smell so good," you lean in to take a whiff of his perfume.

"Good, yeah?"

"Tell me the perfume you're wearing," you playfully ask.

He shakes his head, "Not when there's the chance to make you take a whiff of it from me."

Jamie places his hand on your knee and the gust of wind makes his hair tousled and makes him look double attractive. His light brown eyes pierce right through you with the gaze he locked you in.

"What is there not to like about you?" You conclude.

He props a hand to support his head as he looks down at you, "what do you think about us?"

To be honest, it's too early to say something about this relationship. Not only that you barely know him, you don't have the intention to have a relationship at all.

"There's something there but I don't know, not sure about it yet," you honestly answer.

The hand on your knee moves up to your thigh now. Damn! Jamie is smooth.

"Maybe once I get to know you better, I'd know," you hurriedly add before he gets the wrong idea.

The next thing you know, you get yourself in a pickle as you find him leaning closer to you and his hand that was on your thigh, now resting on your waist.

"Maybe if we kissed, we'd know each other better," his eyes are centered on your lips.

"You want to kiss?" You lower your voice, afraid that there are other people around you.

Jamie leans in closer until his nose meets yours, "So bad," he answers.

Is it why he smells so good? That his perfume isn't just perfume, but it's also pheromones? You hold his chin, unable to choose whether to turn him away or bring him close, finding it hard to resist him.

YOU: Jamie looking so good tonight. He's literally too hot to handle [dramatically rolls eyes]

Jamie leans in closer and an inch away from your lips when you put your hand on his lips, stopping him from kissing you.

"Stop!" You mewl at him.

Jamie looks a little taken aback, thinking that he can seal the deal tonight.

"I want to kiss you," you tell him with your thumb brushes over his lips.

"But..." You cup his jaw and slowly speak to him so your explanation is not lost in the middle, "I don't want us to be the first to rule break."

If you were out there in the wild, you'd be all over each other by now. However, you think about the money, and spending money this early in the show isn't worth it, well, for you. Other than that, being the first to break the rules will only get you so much shit from everyone.

YOU: If we were outside, I would have ripped his clothes already by now [laughs] [facepalm] Lana, you should be proud of me.

Jamie sucks air through his teeth and laughs this off, maybe he feels a little rejected, you bruise his ego. Men are fragile like that.

"It's hard for me too," you sincerely tell him and throw your arms around him, consoling him with a hug.

"I'll just give you another kiss on the neck, okay?" you proceed to do it, placing a soft kiss on his neck right below his ear.

You hear him lowly groan with eyes closed, "That's not... uh, make it better."

He puts a hand around you, keeping you close next to him, "what about sharing a bed?"

You laugh at how relentless he is. Not only it means putting you at a bigger risk to break the rules but also, he's being haste about this.

"I'd like that," you answer, earning a grin from him.

"But not tonight," you hurriedly add.

His hand slides down your head to play with the end of your hair, twirling it around his fingers.

"Why not?"

The player recognizes the player and Jamie is giving you the eyes right now. You look away and snug to his side, "I hump in my sleep and I think you'd like that too much."

He cracks a laugh with his hand drawing you closer to him, "More reason to share a bed!"

YOU: It's too early to share a bed with anyone. I still want to get to know the other and... [shrugs] keep my options open.

The party is far from over but you feel tired from socializing, and worse is, you can't escape them since you're sharing a house with them for the rest of the month.

You decide to excuse yourself, going to the make-up room and powdering your nose, then staying there to sip your drinks in silence.

There are nine other people to get footage from so you don't have to worry about making it interesting for people to watch.

"Hey, I've been looking for you!"

You turn on your seat to see Maeve entering the room, "what's up, babe?"

She drags the chair next to you, then sits on it. She checks her hair in the mirror and brushes the end with her fingers.

"I'm thinking of talking to Felix," she finally answers.

You sip your drink before talking, "And why are you here?"

Maeve laughs at your playful response, she leans back on her seat and sighs, "I don't know I'm so nervous to talk to him," she says.

That should be your question but you know that Maeve doesn't seek an answer from you, she needs some encouragements.

"You're gorgeous and fun, I think he'll like you," you tell her with a gentle squeeze on her shoulder.

She warmly smiles at you and checks herself again in the mirror.

"But if you intend to break the rules, I suggest you apply matte lipstick," you poke fun at her.

"I should do that," she searches for her make-up bag from the cluttering mess on the long vanity table.

After sending Maeve out of the door with another encouragement in a form of a cheeky slap to her butt, you bring your drink with you to the bedroom, feeling so ready to end the day already.

The first thing you see are two bodies going at it on the bed in the corner. You don't know why but you stay there standing in the doorway of the bedroom, watching them kissing on the bed.

After a minute of observation, you're positive it's Heidi and Daniel.

You hear someone coming from behind you, you hurriedly turn around to find Jamie there.

"Get me more drinks?" You immediately ask him, trying to sound natural.

"Sure, yeah, been looking for you," he says, more than eager to take you back to the party.

It's the only right thing to do. He doesn't care about the rules and if he knew that someone has broken the rules, he will be more relentless than he already is.

Thankfully, Lana doesn't announce any rulebreaking behaviors for today, the party ends on a good note and everyone has their happy ending, at least for today.

But for you, you're just happy to finally get on the bed.

As Maeve climbs onto the bed after you, you can't wait but ask her about how the talk went.

"So, how's the talk?"

From the lack of her usual radiance on her face, you can tell that it didn't go well. You regret asking about it.

Maeve scoots closer to you on the bed and leans in, keeping her head turns away from Felix's bed.

"I talked to him and he was nice, said he finds me cute and funny," she keeps her voice low.

"Well, that's great!" You comment, a little louder than you intend to.

Maeve puts on a thin smile, "yeah so I asked him if he has eyes for someone," she says.

"Yeah and?"

"He said he likes someone," she answers.

You playfully bump her shoulder, "and it's you."

"Else," she finishes her words, "he likes someone else."

She rests her head on your shoulder and you put your arm around her, comforting her with gentle squeezes on her shoulder.

"Does this mean you're going to stop trying or...?"

"Not sure," she shortly replies.

"He said you're beautiful and funny, you should focus on that and work your way from there," you comfort her.

Men are not only stupid, they're all short-sighted, and that's why they like everything big. Maybe at first glance, Felix didn't see Maeve clearly and that's why you encourage her to try once again so he can take another good look at her because who knows?

The morning alarm is ringing.

They set a time to let everyone know when to start their day even though a few of us have woken up earlier. The lights are on and greeting each other, barefaced with eyes still sleepy.

Jamie jumps onto your bed and gets between you and Maeve on the bed.

"Good morning, girls!" His voice is muffled by the pillow underneath.

Maeve gently pats his back, "Cuddles only!" She reminds him.

He lifts his head and looks at you, "Not going to lie but I was about to kiss her until you said that," he tells Maeve.

Jamie looks so fine with a bare face and his bedhead looks extra fluffy when it's tousled.

YOU: Good morning! It's a good day, clear sky, nice weather with no chance of sex. [Snorts]

When everyone is called to the cabana, you know that it's judgment time.

You feel calm knowing that you successfully refrained from breaking rules but you know that everyone is not going to be pleased that a few people spent a few thousand dollars last night. Including you.

So far, you only knew about Heidi and Daniel but there's a big chance that other people break the rules too. It's a big place, you can't keep track of everyone.

This secret you've been keeping is getting too hard to bear yourself. The only person you can share it with is Maeve and you're positive that she didn't break any rules, not that you know of.

"I walked in on Heidi and Daniel kissing," you whisper to Maeve.

"My Gosh!" She lowly gasps.

The sound of Lana's cone-shaped head chiming and your heart leaps. You're not ready to lose money, not when you have your credit card bills spilling out of your mailbox as you speak.

"I regret to inform that there are several rule breaks."

Several? So that means there's more than one rule break? You're doomed, everyone is doomed.

"Everyone better be telling the truth right now!" Cole says as the resident's sex cop.

Everyone is looking at each other and a few are looking very suspicious right now. You bet that Laura and Daniel broke the rules from the way they avoid everyone's eyes.

Heidi raises her hand like she's in a classroom, "So..."

And everyone groans, knowing that they are about to hear a piece of bad news.

"Daniel and I, we kissed in the bedroom," she admits.

It's good that Heidi decides to come clean but it's a bit upsetting that Daniel just sits there like he didn't take part in it.

"But that was it. Just one kiss!" She assures everyone.

Welp, that's $3000 down the drain. However, Lana continues to press everyone to confess.

"Let's just get it over with, guys!" Cole adds with gritted teeth.

Can't hold it in yourself for long, you call them out by the names, "Laura? Alex? Have anything to say?" You ask with a piercing gaze.

"We uh... we kissed," Alex may have a buff body and the tallest of the bunch but he's bad at being honest like all men are.

"But it's because we're sure we have a connection. That's why we kissed," Laura is, of course, backing her man and ready to claw people with her super-long acrylic nails.

"I don't care what all of you are saying. We—"

"You kissed for how many times?" Cole cuts her off with the most important question of all.

There's a moment of silence and that means it's bad.

"Twice. On the bed and the beach," Laura answers with no apologetic expression whatsoever.

"That's so selfish!" Maeve exclaims next to you and lets out a big sigh after.

The worst is Lana is still here and asking if anyone wants to own up to their shit. You don't even want to count the most you've lost, it's a lot.

"You've got to be kidding!" Jamie groans from the end of the sofa.

Not only that the truth costs everyone money but serves the juiciest drama needed for TV broadcasts.

"Daniel kissed me," Aly finally confesses.

Everyone's eyes dart at Daniel, he kissed two girls yesterday and put them in a fight after this. Heidi looks furious sitting next to him.

"I'm pretty sure he kissed me first then he kissed Heidi," she adds, her eyes throwing daggers at Daniel.

"This is a mess!" You quietly comment and plant your face in your hands.

"These rule breaks have cost the group a total of $12.000," Lana announces.

You groan into your hand thinking that much money can cover a couple of months of your rent and here these fools spending them to satisfy their wild desire.

YOU: From now on, I'll be thinking of a Chanel handbag every time I get the urge to kiss someone because that's how much it costs.

"There are a total of four rule breaks in the last 24 hours and the fine on any further rule break will be doubled as of this moment," Lana announces another shocking news.

YOU: Great! A kiss equals two Chanel handbags now. [Hand against forehead]

It was one hell of a way to start the day.

Everyone's mood turns sour after that and Cole, being the sex cop he is, doesn't stop preaching to everyone to not break any rules.

What you fear the most with rules has been broken more than once now, it's allowed everyone else to take their turn and that includes Jamie.

It's only about time that he'll start demanding a kiss from you. Don't get fooled, men are just as insecure as women but they mask it well with their huge egos.

You try to avoid him and hang out with Maeve instead, chilling by the pool.

"I heard Irish people are a great drinking buddy," you want to distract yourself from the reality show you're in.

"I wouldn't call myself a 'buddy' but yeah, we're good drinkers," Maeve answers with her playful laughs.

You dip your fingers in the pool water and mindlessly splash it around.

"Come to Ireland and I'll show you a good time," she says.

You snort thinking that with the debt you have, you can't afford to travel out of the country right now but you can't pass on the invitation.

"Okay, I'll just go there with my winning prize," you jokingly say.

"Oh, yeah, totally," she responds with giggles but her eyes are nowhere in your direction.

Following her line of vision, she is watching Felix working out with Alex and Cole at the beach. You take it that she hesitates to make a move on him after knowing that he likes someone else.

"You're going to talk to him again right?"

Considering that the outside world is off-limits, leaving all of you with no choice but to interact with each other. This also means that Maeve will have to get a move on him or try not to be awkward with Felix walking around the house for the next three weeks.

"Who do you think it is?"

"The one he likes?" You guess.

She nods, glints of curiosity filled her eyes, "yeah."

"Certainly not you," you joke and break into laughter.

"Ouch!" She splashes water at you.

YOU: Maeve thinks a lot when she has nothing to worry about. She should just do it.

The house is huge even for ten people living in it but you can't keep avoiding Jamie.

After dressing up to hang out in the firepit, you sit next to Jamie at ease with the presence of other people there. But that doesn't stop him from touching you, putting his hand around you to play with your hair and whatnot.

"We should have kissed yesterday," he suddenly says.

You lowly chuckle, "When it was cheaper?"

The wind keeps blowing your way, sending your hair flying around and making it messy. Jamie attentively puts the stray hair away and tucks them behind your ears.

"Do you still want to break the rules?" You ask out of curiosity.

"If you want to," he answers.

He fixes the collar of his shirt and looks at you, "what about you?"

You crinkle your nose at him, conflicted. On one side, you want to kiss him and see if there's a spark between you and him but on the other side, it costs two Chanel handbags.

You rest your head on his shoulder, "I just don't think we should be selfish by spending money recklessly," you honestly answer.

"Yeah..." he agrees but the sigh he lets out at the end tells you otherwise.

YOU: Jamie sounds a little disappointed that I don't want to break the rules. I mean, don't hate the player, hate the game!

The make-up room is crowded with the girls cleansing their faces and doing their bedtime routine. You decide to take the last turn, lounging on Jamie's bed to make up for not sleeping with him tonight.

"Are you guys going to sleep together tonight?" Aly asks from the bed across the room.

Jamie turns his head with an eyebrow raised at you, asking you the same question.

"Yes, we are," you finally answer.

Jamie can't hide his triumphant smile and it looks adorable on him, you can't help but smile along.

YOU: I don't want to feel pressured to do it but I owe it to Jamie to at least try and see if this relationship is going somewhere.

It's understandable for them to be nosy, it's what the viewers need, a little drama, a little action but what they need are the juicy details.

Before anyone else gets nosy, you start getting ready for bed. Wipes clean your make-up and go to the bathroom to wash up, someone else is showering inside the stall.

It's a normal occurrence. Honestly, everyone else is just so calm about seeing each other's body at this point.

However, the glass wall is blurry so you don't have to worry about seeing someone's naked body inside. You head to the sink and mind your own business.

As you're brushing your teeth, the shower door opens and a hand reaches out for a towel hanging by the handle. In the mirror, you see Felix steps out of the shower and your eyes eventually meet through the reflection and you reflexively smile with a toothbrush tugged between your teeth.

"Hey," he greets.

It surprises you that the deep voice belongs to him, "Hi," you greet back.

He walks toward you and you scoot to the side knowing that he needs to use the sink.

"You don't mind, right?" He asks, taking his toothbrush out of his toiletry bag.

You shake your head, "not at all."

It's hard to not see his body when he stands close next to you. Everyone in here has a nice body but on the first impression, you see him as this thin and dainty guy.

Now, you've seen him up close, he has one of the best bodies in the house, his muscles are perfectly toned and it shows that he diligently worked on his body.

"How's your day?" He casually asks with the towel hanging low around his hips.

"Alright, I guess," you answer.

"You?" You ask back while washing your toothbrush under the running water.

He looks at you and smiles, "just got better, actually," he answers.

Felix is definitely flirting and you immediately fill your mouth with water before stupid things come out of it. You decide to quickly wrap it up before someone else enters the space even though you're doing nothing.

YOU: Felix and I are just talking. There's— [inhales] he's low-key flirting with me and I freaked out, there I said it.

Maeve is already on the bed when you enter the bedroom and so is Jamie with a space prepared on the bed for you.

It would be rude to say nothing to Maeve that you'll not be sleeping with her, so you come to her first.

"I'm sleeping with Jamie," you tell her.

She slyly grins at you, "Should I give you the sex talk?"

"No, thank you, mom!" You grab your pillow and walk to Jamie's bed still laughing.

Jamie's smile grows wider the closer you get to his bed, he opens his arms to welcome you.

"Come here, sweet thing!" He playfully says.

You hit him with your pillow before coming into his hug. As you settle on his bed, Felix walks past your bed and flashes you a smile, a little different from the one he gave you earlier.

You forget that he sleeps on the bed next to Jamie's and you don't know how it suddenly feels awkward to you.

"Be good, you two!" Cole warns with a piercing glare.

"Not going to break any rules. You can have my words," you assure him despite Jamie nuzzling his nose onto your shoulder as you speak.

YOU: At least, that's what I hope. Being in bed with Jamie and try not to break rules will certainly not going to be easy. Ugh!

Once the lights are out, Jamie spoons you from behind with his arms wrapped around you. Not going to lie but it feels nice to be with someone.

"You smell so good," he whispers into your ear.

You don't respond, afraid that it will only encourage him to do more.

"You're so soft," he says again with his hand splayed on your bare stomach.

"Night, Jamie," you put an end to the talk.

That doesn't stop his hand from cuddling you and nuzzling his nose in your neck.

"No goodnight kiss?" He asks.

You take his hand and kiss it as a substitute, earning a low laugh from him.

Jamie kisses you on the neck in return, "Night!"

YOU: It's getting a little hot in here [fanning your neck]

The first thing Cole does when he wakes up is ask everyone an important question.

"Did anyone break any rules last night?"

You shake your head because as much as it's been hard to refrain from touching Jamie, you didn't do anything but cuddle under the cover.

"I can promise you we've been good in here!" Jamie confidently states and puts his arm around you.

Aly as Maeve's new bedmate, points at Laura and Alex's bed, "I definitely heard noises coming from their bed," she snatches on them.

Alex may have a good poker face but you can't say the same with Laura, she's looking guilty but the kind that tells she's not sorry for doing it.

"You may as well spill the truth now," Daniel eggs in.

Laura nonchalantly shrugs as if she's not been acting selfishly when it's only about time that Lana announces how much money we've lost because of them.

YOU: I'm proud that Jamie and I managed to not break any rules last night. I hope that proves that we do have a real connection.

It's too late for you to walk out as Felix sees you coming into the bathroom.

You walk to the sink to grab your toiletry bag you forgot to take with you, "I can't believe our meet cute is in the bathroom," you say.

He laughs hearing your words while struggling to put sunblock on his back.

"Need help?"

He considers it for a moment then nods, "Yes!"

You take the tube of sunblock from him, pressing a big dollop of the cream on your hand and slowly lathering it on his honey skin. His skin is smooth and warm with muscles that make his back the perfect spot to lean on.

"So, you and Jamie, huh?" he suddenly asks, looking at you through the reflection in the mirror.

The question snaps you out of your daze. You're thankful that he can't see your face as you're busy making sure the sunblock is covering his back evenly.

"Yes," you shortly reply.

He hums while subtly nodding his head, "And what do you think?"

You play dumb but it's also because your hands wander to his lats and they're distracting, "of what?"

Felix leans forward with hands resting against the sink, "is it serious?"

You silently gulp air because his question only means that he has an interest in your relationship which also means that he has...

"We're still figuring each other out," you settle with a diplomatic answer for him.

You glide your hands back up to lather the sunblock down his shoulder blades.

"I see," he responds with a smile.

And not just a smile, a smile that tells he got the answer he wants.

You slide your hands down his arms and playfully squeeze his biceps, "there! Done!"

He takes the sunblock back from you and checks himself in the mirror, "thank you."

Felix raises his hands for a high-five with you, "Let's have a great day!"

You smile at him and return the high-five, "Let's do it!"

YOU: Maeve likes Felix and I'm obviously team hoes before bros. Always!

"Blue looks good on you!"

It's another day of Jamie's endeavors to kiss you, starting the conversation by complimenting your bikini. He joined you sunbathing by the pool in the afternoon, sharing a sun lounger.

"Thank you!" You reply with a smile with your eyes squinting under the bright sun.

His hand is squeezing your arm, "you got some muscles here," he says.

"I played volleyball in high school," you share.

Propping a hand under his head, he looks down at you, "I want to see you play volleyball."

You chuckle, "That was years ago. I forgot how to play."

"Must be looking sexy serving ball in tight shorts," he lowers his head into your neck.

You burst out laughing and slip your hand in his soft locks, "that sounds so wrong."

Not only that you're out in the open, it's rather dangerous with how close he is and his lips looking inviting as he plants it on your shoulder.

It's only right that you distract him by giving him a little taste but not too much, enough to make him crave more.

"Do it for me?" You ask with a bottle of sun spray in your head.

"I'd love to," he eagerly says.

Jamie sprays on parts of the body he wants to touch, all over your back as you lay on your stomach and down to your asscheek, excessively kneading on them.

You laugh at how he can't stop himself that you eventually have to turn over so he can continue, spraying your shoulders.

You take off the straps around your neck so he can spray your chest and sneaks his hand on the valley between your breasts.

"Yeah, get in there!" You playfully encourage him.

Jamie grins like a child who got caught taking a cookie out of the cookie jar. He then continues to spray on your abdomen and evenly rub them down your thighs next while glancing into your eyes once in a while.

To say that you don't enjoy teasing him would be a lie.

YOU: Jamie becomes more relentless by the day but am I wrong to not want to rule break? Isn't that the purpose of this retreat?

As the day turns to night, it's only about time until everyone got called to the cabana.

You feel sick listening to the sound of Lana's cone-shaped body chiming, especially with Laura and Alex acting so suspiciously.

Lana is a computer but she sounds not pleased as she greets everyone. Cut to the announcement, she informs that Laura and Alex did break the rules last night.

You glance at Cole who got speechless that he's just looking at Alex in disbelief.

"These rule breaks cost the group $18.000."

YOU: For three kisses? Really? Lana, please, be reasonable with the prices.

"That's not the only rule break they committed," Lana spills more truth.

This is what you fear the most, getting riled by the whole group for breaking the rules. Everyone looks at both Laura and Alex waiting for them to confess.

"I touched his willy under the cover," Laura confesses.

Everyone groans in unison.

You don't know how Laura is okay being so selfish and can keep a straight face, but that's probably why her make-up is super thick.

"This rule break costs the group a further $4.000."

"Why would you do that?" Maeve asks and she rarely gets this mad.

"It's not a big deal!" Laura nonchalantly responds.

"Yeah but not for $4.000!" Heidi snaps at her, as furious as everyone.

"Now the prize fund stands at $166.000."

YOU: I can use that money as a deposit for a house and here we are, spending it on kisses and a hand down a guy's trouser.

The night gets darker not only on the outside but inside the house as well.

Lana sends Laura and Alex to the suite to test if they're building a true connection but everyone is skeptical that they'll pass the test.

You sit on the bed with Jamie resting his head on your lap, brushing his hair to relax you now that you've lost a chunk of money.

"Alex is like the horniest people and Laura is the biggest teaser, it's a recipe for a disaster," Aly comments, lying on her stomach on the bed opposite yours.

"They will rule break once or twice at least," Jamie adds his opinion.

The night ends early but you see that Maeve and Felix haven't returned yet to their respective beds. You hope that things are going well with them.

You nuzzle your head into Jamie's chest and murmur, "We haven't broken any rules," you tell him.

"Yet," Jamie continues your words clasping your hand with his.

You look at him and smile as he looks back at you, "We've been good and I'm proud."

He foolishly smiles and opens his arms to invite you for a hug. You jump right into his embrace and those muscles on his body feel pillowy under you.

Jamie pulls the duvet to cover both of your bodies even though the lights aren't out yet. You squeal as he starts to glide his hands down your sides.

YOU: I appreciate Jamie for being so patient because I know, it was hard for me to not throw myself at him.

"We don't need another rule break tonight!"

Cole pulls the duvet down to reveal that the two of you are just tickling each other under the cover.

At the same time, Felix makes his way to his bed, seeing you straddling Jamie on the bed which sends you to get off of him immediately.

It's unclear why you do that but your eyes go straight to Maeve's bed, it's empty even when the lights are already out.

You nestle your head in Jamie's neck as he lightly touches up and down your arm and kisses your hand once in a while.

You plant a soft kiss on his neck and whisper, "Night."

He kisses you back on the head, "Goodnight!"

YOU: I start to believe that maybe Jamie and I do have a genuine connection [smiles]

Everyone is looking restless from the moment they woke up and looks in shambles once they gathered in the cabana, ready for that time of the day.

After a while, Laura and Alex are returning from the suite. You recognize the glow on Laura's face right away but you could be wrong.

God! You hope you're wrong and they didn't do anything selfish last night.

You're spacing out as Lana comes with her anxiety-inducing ping sounds and all you can think about is how much money Laura and Alex spent last night.

"They're looking suspicious," Aly whispers at you.

Indeed, they are, and looking very guilty as well. Everyone waits in anticipation as Lana takes her time to announce whether they pass the test or blow all the money in one night.

"I must tell the group that Laura and Alex did..."

You hold your breath for the worst outcome.

"Not..."

It's getting harder to breathe now.

"Break any rules!"

Everyone shoots up from their seats and congratulates the couple in turns. You got so far in life that you get to celebrate people for not having sex.

YOU: So they can keep it in their pants! I'm proud!

Lana has another announcement after everyone settled in from the celebration.

"To motivate everyone to grow genuine feelings of connection as opposed to lust, I've prepared gifts for all of you."

You take the box in front of you and open it to reveal a watch inside.

"When I observe two people forming genuine connections, they will be given a green light like this."

Everyone's watch chimes and turns green at the same time.

"While the lights are green, the rules do not apply for a limited amount of time."

Cole claps his hands together to get everyone's attention, "There's no more excuse for anyone to break any more rules!"

YOU: This [shows the watch] motivates me to build a connection with Jamie. Hope we get to be the first to get the green light.

After a very stressful morning that thankfully ends with a happy ending, you can have the room to breathe since the boys are out of the house to do a workshop at the beach.

The girls are hanging out in the bedroom and with the drama going on earlier, you forgot to ask Maeve why she went to bed late last night.

To get a little privacy, even though you can't get any with cameras placed in every crook and nook of the villa, you take her to the make-up room. You sit next to her while fixing your make-up in the mirror.

"Is everything okay?" You ask.

Maeve sits with both feet up on the chair and looks down at her nails, "not okay, honestly," she answers.

You stop looking at the mirror and turn your chair to face her, "why? What happened?"

Maeve hugs her folded legs and looks at you, a sad smile on her face.

"I just don't know what I'm doing here..."

You place your hand on her knee, "hey, don't say that!"

"I'm not making connections with anyone and I tried, but it's not working. I-I don't know why I'm here," she says with a heavy sigh at the end of the sentence.

It seems like things aren't going well between her and Felix, and Maeve is someone with low self-esteem, which makes her somewhat dejected that things didn't go well.

"You don't have to be a couple to make progress, you know," you comfort her and it's true, Cole is proof that he's fine not being in a pair and dedicates himself as an avid protector of the prize money instead.

"I'm not pretty. No one wants to be with me," she breaks into tears and buries her head in her hands.

You get up from the chair to hug her, "First of all, everyone here is pretty and it's not a beauty pageant, okay?" You comfort her while slightly bending down with your arms around her.

"It's not about look. It's about chemistry, attraction, and stuff," you awkwardly explain.

You have no talent in comforting someone but you try your best. After a moment, Maeve lifts her head and looks at you.

"No one is attracted to me," she says with her fingers carefully dabbing the corner of her eyes to avoid ruining her make-up.

You scoff and turn the chair to face her before sitting on it, "you are so beautiful, Maeve," you assure her with both hands holding hers.

Maeve puts down her feet and your clasped hands dropped onto her lap, "I know," she half-heartedly agrees.

"For you, I'll fly to Ireland and come see you, we'll get drunk and have so much fun," you cheer her up with nice thoughts while shaking her hands.

Maeve cracks a laugh and you can see that she starts to get hopeful again. She's a genuinely kind person which is not someone you expect to meet here, you think of her as a friend despite it happening because you both are in a reality show.

A crazy idea crosses your head, "you know what? We can be a couple and win the money," you tell her.

YOU: I'm bad at comforting people and the only thing I know how to comfort someone is through actions [slyly smiles]

She laughs at your wild suggestion that it takes her a while to reply to you, "I'd love that, yeah," she jokingly answers.

An even crazier idea crosses your head, "come here then," you tell her, pulling her close until your heads meet in the middle.

Maeve senses your intention but not doing anything to stop you, instead, she leans in first to kiss you.

You kiss her back as she softly brushes her lips on yours over and over again. She tastes so sweet and warm, she knows how to use her tongue and not overdo it, and overall, one hell of a good kisser.

You pull away first as the reality that someone might walk in on you dawns on you.

"Did we just break the rules?" Maeve asks while wiping her smeared lipstick.

"You'd better have a good poker face!" You warn her.

YOU: Goodness! Maeve is a good kisser and that kiss... I think that was the best $6.000 I ever spent. No regret at all.

The boys are back just in time for another party Lana is throwing tonight.

The theme is Saints and Sinners and there's a box of costumes for everyone to wear. You choose to be an angel with wings even though you've been behaving badly after breaking the rules earlier.

He sits you on his lap even though the sofa is spacy enough for another two persons but you feel safe since Alex and Laura are there, cuddling in the smaller sofa across from yours.

"So, what did you do in the workshop?" You ask Jamie.

He takes a deep breath and his chest heaving along with yours, "we learned how to be more open with our feelings."

You nod along and leer over at him, "And how did it go?"

Jamie rests his chin on your shoulder with a hand resting on your stomach, "Well, I'm never good at it but I think I did alright."

He doesn't sound so convincing but you appreciate the effort.

"You look beautiful, babe!" He compliments you along with a gentle squeeze on your thigh.

You're immune to sweet nothings like this but a compliment is a compliment. You smile and mutter, "Thank you!"

You slip your hand into the opening of his shirt, "I like your shirt," you compliment back with a seductive smile.

He sees your hand slide in further into his shirt, "should have let another button open."

Jamie keeps checking his watch hoping that the light turns green soon.

You doubt that a few compliments can do it and silently laugh at his fruitless effort.

YOU: I'll always be physically attracted to Jamie but I don't know. I can't tell if I doubt myself or him, or us, entirely [clicks tongue]

The time for doom is here.

You exchange nervous glances with Maeve knowing what we've done would damage the numbers on the prize fund. You doubt that it's what Laura felt when she broke the rules because what you're feeling is a sense of guilt but that's solely because you behaved selfishly, not for the kiss.

"Hours after receiving the gifts of my watches, a couple of you decide to break the rules by kissing," Lana announces.

Everyone's eyes land on Alex and Laura since they're the regular rulebreakers. Just know that they'll be surprised once they found out who did it.

"You know the routine. Just spill it!" Cole sounded so done at this point.

You hate to break his trust but you don't feel bad for breaking the rules, not when you have a good intention. Your heart is pounding for how much shit you'll get either from admitting it or don't, you choose the former.

"It was me," you blurt out with a hand raised.

Jamie snaps his head at you, eyes wide filled with confusion because he knows for damn sure you didn't kiss him or vice versa.

"I'm not going to name names who I did it with and why," you quickly add and it's the only right thing to do, you don't want to force Maeve to speak out unless she wanted to.

"I'm sorry," you apologize.

Jamie looks even more confused but his eyes are scanning the guys one by one even though it isn't any of them you kissed.

"I'm sorry, Cole," you apologize to him personally since he's the one who gets sensitive the most about the money.

Maeve raises her hand and decides to admit it as well, "she did it with me."

They let out a collective gasp, laughter, and sneaky eyes going on after. Jamie squeezes your shoulder but not saying anything to you.

"Another $6.000 has gone from the prize fund, leaving the group with $160.000," Lana furtherly informs.

Funny that you didn't about the money at all when you kiss Maeve. Probably because you know that you intend to rebuild Maeve's confidence, so she's not giving up on herself and continues her journey here.

However, when it comes to Jamie, you're still not sure if you want to spend $6.000 on a kiss with him.

The rule break doesn't seem to leave that much impression on everyone.

Maybe because they give you a pass because it's your first time breaking the rule and the night ends in peace or that's what you thought.

You're chatting with Aly in the firepit to avoid the crowded make-up room when suddenly Felix comes behind you. You didn't notice until Aly sends you a signal with her eyes.

"Can I talk to you?" He asks.

Aly gets the hint and decides to leave, "I'll excuse myself then."

You've spent a couple of times alone with him even though they only last for a few minutes, but this time is different, no one is around except for the filming crew lurking in the bushes or somewhere you're not aware of.

The sofa could fit a couple of dozen people but Felix decides to sit next to you.

"Hi," he sweetly greets.

"Hi, how are you?" You ask with a smile.

His legs are spreading wide and he has gaping holes in his jeans, exposing bits of his thighs that you found are surprisingly muscular.

"I'm good," he answers, doing the classic move of putting his arm on the headrest of the sofa, "how about you?"

Your body somehow responds by putting your leg over the other and leaning towards him, "Never been better."

Felix gets quiet but his eyes are deeply looking into your eyes as if he found something fascinating in them. A while later, he clears his throat as he slightly slouched on the sofa, legs spreading wider, sending the holes in his jeans to stretch and expose more of his skin.

"During the workshop, we were taught to open up about our feelings and I–" He pauses to scratch his small nose and continues with an uneasy glance at you, "I know what I want and I want to do it. I know I'll regret it if I don't."

"Okay," you respond while nodding along and at times, getting distracted by the holes in his jeans.

"I know you're with Jamie and I don't mean to break things between the two of you but I feel like... I need you to know that I like you."

Felix talks without a beat and with the intense stare he's giving you, you gulp air feeling nervous but in an exciting kind of way.

"I like you," he says again.

Your heart starts to race because you can feel how much he meant all of his words.

YOU: Oh my God! The hottest man in this retreat likes me?!

"You don't have to do anything about it," he casually says as if he didn't just put you in a predicament since you're with Jamie.

Felix retracts his hand and accidentally or not, brushes his hand on your shoulder. He gives you the faintest of physical contact but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Still speechless by his sudden confession, but you know you should have said something to him to avoid him getting the wrong idea.

"Thank you for letting me know," you begin.

"You're very welcome!" He excitedly responds with a wide grin.

"But let me know if you want to do anything about it," he adds with a playful grin.

Something about him makes you warm inside, you can feel your cheeks heating, flustered with his eyes never straying away from yours even for a second.

The night is late and the fireplace is laying low, swaying with the gentle breeze coming from the sea, Felix's lips suddenly look so inviting, enticing you like a forbidden apple.

This is dangerous.

"Let's head inside," he says, thankfully being the one putting a brake on the imminent danger.

YOU: This is honestly what I seek with Jamie, that excitement, that sparks and it's a problem that I got it from someone else without any sort of physical contact whatsoever.

"So, Maeve, is she a good kisser?" Jamie asks as he sits with you on the bed.

Maeve sips water from her tumbler before answering, "The best!"

She takes another sip before talking again, "You're in for a treat, Jamie."

He glances at you with an impressed smile, "Too bad that I can't confirm that," he says.

That's his way to dig at you for what you did. You understand that he feels betrayed by what you did, you refuse to kiss him but easily kissed someone behind his back.

You put your hand across his chest and look at him, "Are you mad?"

"Nah," he coyly answers.

You bring your mouth close to his ear, "are you jealous?"

Jamie chuckles as your breath tickles his ear, "A bit, yeah."

You kiss his cheek and deliver your apology with a heartfelt whisper, "I'm sorry, baby."

YOU: I, of course, feel bad for not giving Jamie the heads up about the kiss I did with Maeve. He looks rather upset but I know I deserve it.

It's probably luck that follows you throughout the times you spent in the retreat.

Everyone forgot about your rulebreaking as Daniel decides to get a new bed partner. He used to sleep with Heidi but tonight, he decides to sleep with Aly.

You nudge Jamie who's sleeping with his head nuzzles in your neck to witness the drama happening in the room.

His mouth opens in surprise while you look at Heidi who's slumped down on the bed.

"You okay?" You mouth at her.

"No," she mouths back.

You turn to look at Jamie, "Oh my God!" You lowly gasp.

"I feel bad for Heidi," Jamie whispers.

"Me too," you say back behind the duvet at Jamie.

YOU: Let's say we never know what's going to happen next [shrugs]

The mood the next morning has been set to gloomy with the drama that happened last night.

The good news is there's no sign of anyone breaking any rules and the bad news is that Jamie seems to not moving on from your kiss with Maeve yet.

Jamie is usually chipper whenever he's with you, except for today, he seems distant even though you're working out together by the beach.

"Tighten your glutes," he instructed.

You play dumb since that's the most successful way to win a guy's heart, "tighten my what?"

Jamie chuckles and enthusiastically shows you the parts of your body you need to work on, the back of your thighs and legs. His hands don't skip the chance to rub over the curve of your ass.

"Can you feel it?" He asks as he guides you to do a proper squat by standing right behind you.

You intentionally nudge his crotch with your ass, "oh yeah, I can feel it," you answer with giggles.

By working out, you hope that it would help to release tension between you and Jamie, it worked but in the process, you're getting that tingling down there with his hands constantly touching you.

You collapse onto the yoga mat from doing a plank and groan, "Ugh... I'm so horny."

Jamie laughs as he helps you get up from the mat.

YOU: I realized now that maybe Jamie needs validation, he needs more than just words from me. Maybe I have to do something about it [raises an eyebrow]

Before you can set a plan, Lana calls everyone to the cabana.

Not sure if anyone breaks any rules but you feel sick in the stomach whenever you sit down and face her cone-shaped body.

Cole is getting ready to put his laser eyes on anyone who breaks the rules.

"No one break any rules last night," Lana announces.

Everyone seems to be letting out a sigh of relief and you feel guilty just from thinking about doing a rule break later for Jamie.

"With the couples seeming to form deeper bonds, it's time to establish how committed to each other you really are," Lana states.

Couples? You are positive you and Jamie are included in it.

"By sending some of you on dates..." Lana continues.

YOU: The question is... Who's going on a date? I would love to go on a date with Jamie.

Now everyone starts to hold their breath again with Lana dragging each piece of information just to torture all of you.

"With new arrivals," Lana finally finishes.

This is not a good time for Lana to intervene, not when you plan on taking things further with Jamie. Also, new arrivals mean that they're not adapted to the rules yet, they'll be uncontrollable, horny babies like... well, everyone here a week ago.

"The first arrival is... Mia," Lana announces.

The guys snickered in joy, excited even just from hearing the girl's name.

"I have given her a choice of dating one of the boys currently in couples."

Your mouth hangs open in surprise, you're wrong to underestimate Lana's power and that she owns this game, she's the mastermind.

"She has selected..."

YOU: I hate to think about it but I have an inkling that this Mia girl is going to choose Jamie [leans back on the sofa]

"... Jamie."

The timing is impeccable.

Things are going well between you and Jamie, then Lana, being the girl boss she is, decides to ruin all of that.

You look at Jamie and he looks slightly pleased that he got chosen.

You're spacing out the rest of the time Lana announces another arrival, a boy who chose Laura to be his date.

It's unclear whether you're jealous about him going on another date or you regret holding yourself back from him all these times.

Jamie rubs his hand up and down your arm, briefly kisses your cheek, then says, "You have nothing to worry about."

How come you trust his words when you've witnessed all these bed hoppings and jumping ships happened overnight?

YOU: What Jamie said only makes me even more worried. Lana said it's a test so this Mia girl must be sexy, and speaks three languages or something. You know, like a girl version of Alex.

Maeve is helping you style your hair for tonight.

"How do you feel about Jamie going on a date with someone?" She asks.

You shrug and sigh, sending the powder you're holding flying around your face.

"I just hope she's ugly," you jokingly answer.

"Hate to break the news but I think she's hot and a potential rulebreaker," Maeve decides to pour salt on your wound instead of soothing it.

"It's not that I don't care but I decide not to care," you explain.

You finish your make-up with a setting spray and check yourself again in the mirror, "but you know, deep down, I'm scared, shitless," you admit.

It's getting more nerve-wracking waiting for Jamie to come back from his date. Maeve keeps you occupied with happy thoughts, telling you fun things you can do in Ireland with her.

The other girls low-key comfort you by complimenting your looks. It's a nice gesture except that no one died and you're not in mourning, you just want this to get over with.

Laura is the first one to come back, guiding the new arrival by linking her arm with his.

She introduces Killian around, an Irish man who's just the perfect match for Maeve.

Killian is a great distraction, his accent is attractive and so is his smile. You keep nudging Maeve's elbow to send her hints.

Maeve replies by elbowing your side and you thought she was being playful, then turn your head around to see Jamie has came back from his date.

"Oh shit. She's hot!" Aly exclaims.

You bite your tongue and put your lips together, not wanting to lose your calm easily. There are only two possibilities, Jamie stays with you, or not.

As Jamie pulls you to the make-up room, you know it's time for him to decide.

"How was the date?" You ask with a smile.

"It was nice. We had champagne and fruits and cheeses," he gives you an answer that you don't expect.

You silently gulp air and keep on putting on a smile for him, "Sounds lovely!"

The moment passed in silence is deafening and you need to burst it. You clear your throat and hold the hand on his lap.

"So... are you here to tell me I was right for not worrying you?" You joke.

Jamie awkwardly laughs at your question and that you're right for worrying him. A part of you is in denial that you're not chosen but another part of you decides to shut him out right here, right now.

"I want to tell you that Mia and I... I think we have something going on between us and I want to get to know her more," he slowly explains.

This heart is fickle, you decided not to care but you feel a sting in your chest when he told you that.

"You're saying you chose her?" You ask for confirmation.

Jamie takes your other hand, afraid that you run away before he can explain.

"No, I'm staying with you and openly telling you that at the same time, I want to get to know Mia," he refuses your words when it's exactly what he wants.

Other girls would give him the chance but not with you, if Jamie chose her then he should stay with her. There's no use for you and him to stay together if he wants to get to know someone that isn't you.

"Jamie you can't do that. You either stay with me or be with her, you have to choose!" You insist on him settling on a decision.

YOU: Apparently, Jamie wants to have his cake and eat it too [shakes head]

You get it that Jamie is conflicted because he still likes you but the other girl offers him something that you don't give to him.

"I like you. I still want to be with you," Jamie persists.

His words are not aligned with his action. You shake your head and put his hands away, "it sounds like you're asking me to wait for you while you're getting it on with someone else."

That seems to put the nail in the coffin that he got speechless. The disappointment got to you that you and if you stayed longer, you're afraid you would say something you didn't mean to him.

"You've made your choice, Jamie," you tell him.

YOU: To say that I'm disappointed is an understatement. I'm livid, I'm... I was planning to take things further but yeah... [brushes hair to the back] Mia happens.

Can't believe that you'll be the one serving drama tonight.

You stall in the make-up room, not wanting to get to the bedroom yet. You're drying your hair after a shower and sitting there for a minute, just taking everything in and trying to let it go.

Taking a deep breath, you keep a straight face as you push the door into the bedroom and have no choice but to share a bed with Heidi since Maeve is sharing the bed with Killian.

"You alright, babe?" She quietly asks.

You hold your forehead and slump down on the bed, "it's shitty."

She gently squeezes your elbow, "yeah."

You lay down on the bed and avoid the eyes looking back and forth between you and Jamie. You may decide not to care but seeing him sleeping with another girl right in front of your eyes, hurts.

You cover your eyes with your hand and mumble, "I just want to get this day over with."

YOU: Jamie has decided so he has to live with that decision. Good luck, I guess.

If it weren't for her, Jamie would have stayed with you and you wouldn't be waking up to Heidi lowly snoring next to you.

Mia might have seduced him but it wouldn't happen if Jamie remained faithful so you decide to blame him, not her.

This is probably what Maeve felt that day when she cried, defeated, and dejected.

But Jamie has to try harder if he wants to see you cry.

"How are you feeling, sexy?" Maeve asks as she waddles in the swimming pool.

You sit on the edge with your feet dipped in the sun-warm water, "I don't know, really," you shrug.

She holds onto your leg, clinging to it to stay afloat, "You're better than her, trust me, she's not that attractive if you looked at her long enough."

You know that she's not saying that out of spite, she said all that to make you feel better.

"Saying unkind things about her doesn't make me better, Maeve," you tell her with a glare.

"I'm sorry but it's true," she says with a subtle shrug.

YOU: Jamie and I [sighs] We hugged, we cuddled, we slept in one bed together. I don't want to care but the truth is... I care.

The day drags on and you're more than happy to get to your bed except that you're not ready to see Jamie and Mia cuddling on the bed you used to sleep on.

You're hanging out with Maeve in the make-up room while she's braiding your hair to pass the time.

"We can sleep together. I'll just tell Killian—"

"And risks Heidi stealing him from you?" You cut her off with a joke.

Maeve laughs as she tied the end of your hair with an elastic band and fixes the loose hair on the back of your head.

"Enough about me. How about you and Killian?"

Maeve plops down on the chair next to you and takes a hairbrush from the table, slowly combing the end of her hair.

"We chatted a lot but not sure if we have that connection," she answers.

"But don't worry, we're getting along just fine," she assures you in response to your concerned expression.

"Is it perhaps because you haven't moved on from Felix?"

Asking her that is like walking on eggshells and you're doing it carefully. Mostly because Felix confessed that he likes you that making it seems that way to you.

"Oh come on! I've moved past that," she answers while twirling her hair around her fingers.

You consider telling her about Felix's confession that night but it comes to no use, the retreat has come halfway to finish and you're not sure if Felix still likes you.

It's close to lights out and you step into the bedroom with Maeve.

Heidi is already taking half of the bed with her long legs that you have to scoot close to the edge to lie down.

"Goodnight, everyone!" Aly says to everyone in the room and getting sleepy mumbles in return.

YOU: When I think about it, I'm seeing Lana more than my therapist [uneasy smiles]

This is not how you want to start the day.

You don't want to hear what Jamie and Mia did or how they spent $20.000 last night. He probably has pent-up tension and finally got to release it with her.

"You got the watches, man!" Cole is coming at him.

You sit back and watch it from the end of the sofa on how Jamie is trying to explain himself.

"I know you won't believe me but Mia and I, we have a connection," he explains.

"Why not act right and get rewarded?" Cole is jabbing him with words.

"You won't understand," Jamie says with a defeated sigh.

YOU: Maybe that's why I doubted Jamie. I can see it now, the bright side [smirks]

Nothing says a fresh start than doing yoga with Heidi.

Apparently, she is a licensed instructor and you feel a whole lot better after stretching your body to the limit.

You share the shower with Maeve to cut the time and get ready to dress up.

As you're applying your lipstick, Lana chimes in and makes you jolt in your seat.

Maeve's mouth drops open and she stops curling her hair altogether.

"Hello, ladies!"

"Hi, Lana," you nervously answer and push your chair away from the table.

Then she calls your name and you almost choke on air.

"Y-yes?"

"I'm offering the chance to go on a date with Felix " Lana informs out of the blue.

"Me?" You ask in disbelief.

"Would you like to attend?" Lana asks.

You turn to look at Maeve to remind yourself to be a good friend and a good friend avoid hurting her friend's feelings.

"Shouldn't we make them wait for at least 48 hours for an answer, Lana?" You playfully respond.

Maeve kicks your feet under the table, "what are you doing? Say yes!"

"Then how about you?" You blabber, not expecting that she gives you the blessing to go on a date with her former crush.

"What about me?" She asks in pure confusion.

"Don't you like him?"

Maeve excessively sighs, "I told you I've moved on!"

She kicks your feet again, "Hurry! Say yes!"

You turn to look at Lana in her mixed purple-hued lights and hesitate to say yes. Not only it means you have to start it all over again, but also letting yourself open for another heartbreak.

"Would you like to attend?" Lana asks once again.

YOU: I'm not sure if I'm ready to try and restart [sighs]

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Tight Laced | Kim Mingyu (m)

Pairing: shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader Genre: fluff, smut, roller-rink!au, 70s!au Rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~4.7k

warnings under the cut!

warnings: reader is on a budget and a bit clumsy; reader is called a square; explicit smut scenes; protected sex!; oral (fem receiving); sensitivity from multiple orgasms (fem); marking; public sex(?); mingyu hooking up on the job (?); desperate, whiny Mingyu; pls lmk if I’m missing anything; apologies as there may be some errors

a/n: I’m so excited to be back with a new post, especially as part of the 70s;teen collab with @svthub. I’m so thankful to be a part of another collab, it was so fun to really get into writing again and take some time to really enjoy writing a fluffier piece. Please be sure to go give love to each of the creators in the collab, they are all amazing, please go to this link to give their works a read!

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights.

You wanted nothing to do with it, especially when most of your days were spent in your college’s library, trying to rack up as much spare change that you could with such a low paying part-time job.

Nevertheless, the job was arguably worth it. The library was peaceful, and the downtime allowed for studying. Other than classes, you really didn’t stray far from organizing shelves and spending nights at the cozy cavern of books that funded your education.

Which is exactly why it was shocking to your roommate, the outgoing and spunky Julie, when you strolled home at your usual time on Saturday afternoon and showed a bit more curiosity as she prepped for the night’s events. As per usual, her free-spirited attitude helped loosen you up after your morning shift, plopping down on your leather couch with a huff of relief.

“What’s so fun about going to the disco rink every weekend?” You pondered aloud, observing as she packed away her roller skates into her mini duffle, an anxious hand of yours reaching out to the pet rock sat on the end table.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N,” Julie exhaled with a smile, spinning around to show her typical skating garb, pin straight hair whipping around her shoulder like a movie star. As per usual, she sported nylon disco shorts and a fun colorful top. “It is so fun to get dressed up, skate around, socialize, and groove to some great music. You’ve got to try it one day! It’s freeing, and God knows you need some of that.”

You chuckle, unable to deny that maybe, just maybe, it would be nice for you to get out and let loose for once. It does seem like a good time, especially since Julie never misses a single weekend since the rink became the hot spot, but you know all too well that she is the most positive person you’ve ever met.

As if Julie can sense your consideration, she gasps, clearly excited to make her next suggestion. “Why don’t you join me tonight, Y/N?”

“I don’t even have skates,” you counter, but it’s a feeble argument, knowing that it won’t suffice as an excuse for Julie. “You also know I’m a klutz,” you add, whining, as if that makes it any better.

“Well, we can get you a pair. They are sold cheap at the shop in the rink, or you can rent them. Plus, if you end up falling, just hang around and enjoy the music. Don’t be such a square.”

It’s a solid argument, Julie can practically see your walls crumbling down as you finally accept her invite to join her for the first time in the past year. It’s all a blur as Julie squeals, immediately dragging you towards her closet and holding up options for tonight.

As if you were Julie’s own personal Barbie doll, she quickly dresses you in what she finds suitable for your first night out. A pair of cut-off shorts and a colorful halter top to match hers. She doesn’t forget the finishing touches, pulling out a pair of thick socks for the both of you.

“Believe me, don’t forget to wear these,” she states, hinting at the risk of blisters, but they suit the final outfit regardless.

Before you have the chance to change your mind, you find yourself alone at the skate shop, considering if you should just purchase a pair of skates or rent them.

However, you were already enjoying yourself, the car ride to the rink with Julie’s friends was fun, and the appeal of the night was already becoming clear. Maybe it would be worth it to just suck it up and buy a pair. Julie had offered to stick around and help you with the skates, but you shooed her off to ensure she made the most of her night, promising that you’d join her sooner than later if all goes well.

You’re lost in your thoughts, the sound of ABBA reverberating in the background as you compute and make mental calculations on how much money you can spare to spend on a new pair of skates. That is up until a larger figure situates himself on the counter across from you.

“Aren’t they slick?” Dark, almost puppy-like eyes meet yours, the sudden presence of the shop clerk in your personal bubble snapping you back into reality.

It’s almost hard to speak, the clerk is a handsome man with fluffy raven locks, and, to be quite honest, you’re not so sure what he’s calling ‘slick.’ “Pardon me, but which ones are you referring to?”

“Oh,” he laughs shyly, his head flipping between you and the skates behind him almost nervously. “I’m not quite sure myself actually, I thought you may have been looking at the skates on the top right shelf, usually people just need some words of encouragement after they’ve been looking for so long.”

Goodness gracious, he is endearing, you think. There is something so boyish about his presence that makes you feel a bit more comfortable around him, even if he has looks of a Casanova actor. Even if his arms are rippling as he shifts his weight on the counter in front of you.

“Well,” you pause, taking a second to read the name on his name tag, “Mingyu, is it?”

He nods, a little too eagerly and you’re almost worried he’s going to shake up all the blood in his head.

“I have been looking at all the pairs, Mingyu. Just not sure on the price, and I’m not so sure it’s worth buying a pair if I don’t even know how to skate. Any recommendations?”

Mingyu considers your situation for a minute before turning around to face the shelving behind him. You can’t help but blush slightly, finally noticing his tight corduroy pants that accentuated the length of his legs. He seems to settle on a pair quickly, dropping them on the counter in front of you with a satisfied look on his face. The slam of the skates on the counter pulls you out of another bout of spacing out.

“Alright, space cadet, I’d recommend these. They are great for someone on a budget, but the wheels won’t lock up on you and they look nice too,” he’s a good salesman, they do look nice, but you still find yourself worrying more than one should for a leisurely activity like this.

Mingyu senses your reluctance and decides to throw in one last sales pitch, “plus, if you purchase these now, I will throw in a free skating lesson with the one and only professional roller-skater.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, hesitant fingers running over your purse zipper as you wait for the punch line. “And who would that be?”

“Me! Who else would it be?” Mingyu exclaims, his bright smile immediately reflecting one onto your face. He seems so pure and kind; how could you even say no to the offer?

“You’ve sold me,” you laugh, finally diving into your purse and gathering up the right amount of bills to make the transaction.

Mingyu is swift with accepting the money, wasting no time to hand you the change before promptly starting on the laces, blabbering mindlessly about how you won’t regret your purchase. Honestly, he’s talking too quickly for you to even process what he is saying.

It was quite astounding how he so easily sold you on the skates. He could be twisting your arm for all you know, but his smile seems so earnest, so you’ll give it a shot.

Worst case, you’ll come back on another day when he isn’t working and attempt to return the skates.

“Are you ready? Let me help put these on you,” Mingyu asks, dropping a ‘Be Right Back in 15 minutes’ break stand on the counter and skating around through the back gate with your new skates in hand.

He guides you to a nearby seat and starts explaining the best way to lace up your skates. Mingyu asks for your name at some point, and all you can do is stutter out your name nervously in response. It’s all garbled after that, your mind going blank as it becomes increasingly difficult to focus as his fingers help lace up your new skates, large hand wrapping around your ankle and sending goosebumps up your spine when he deems they are laced tightly enough.

“Laces too tight?” He asks, the question innocent, but the way his eyes flicker up towards yours sends heat right to your lower stomach.

“Nope, all good. At least I think.”

Mingyu chuckles, sensing your nerves and patting your knee in support, “alright, well get up then. Let’s try them out.” He slaps his thighs before standing upright, holding a large hand out for you to take, and pulling you up with him.

Feeling like you were just born with new legs, you’re hesitant to start moving, and you quickly realize how precarious the skates are. Instinctually, you grasp onto Mingyu polo, and he is quick to give you tips on how to keep you balance.

Mingyu assists in guiding you towards the rink, reminding you of techniques on keeping balance, and letting you know you two will take a lap slowly around the rink first.

It doesn’t take long for Julie to notice you two, her jaw dropping when she sees you latched onto the stranger for dear life as he holds your hand, pulling you along the side walls of the rink.

She sends you a look from across the rink, hair flowing in the wind before she slows down her speed. You shrug, a blush coloring your cheeks as Mingyu attempts to regain your attention by tugging gently on your fingers.

“Sorry about that,” you apologize, almost stumbling and falling backwards as you redirect your attention, but Mingyu is quick-thinking to steady you. “I’ll focus better, I know your time is precious as a professional roller skater.”

It’s an attempted joke, and warmth fills your chest when he laughs, his eyes lighting up with joy as he does a little wiggle move in an attempt to prove his skills to you.

“No worries let’s keep on truckin,” he winks, continuing the lesson without another beat passing. His hands stay linked with yours, skating backwards easily as he corrects your feet from a pigeon-toed position to pointing outwards.

Time goes by too quickly with Mingyu, he’s all too charming for you, and the wind that flows through his and your hair as you skate together makes it feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You can understand why Julie loves Saturday night skates so much, the atmosphere is phenomenal, Julie occasionally slapping your behind when she passes by and thanking Mingyu for his help.

Skating also sounds especially appealing if Mingyu is here on these nights.

It’s disappointing when the night comes to an end. Julie has to practically tear you away from Mingyu’s skate shop, especially since he had to return back to the counter after a couple of laps, but he continued to spend the night and share tips with you. He even agreed to give you another free lesson.

Of course, you ended up joining Julie the next weekend for another skate, absolutely satisfying her as well. As exhilarating as it was knowing that you got to see Mingyu again, it was also exciting having more time with Julie, and being able to enjoy the hobby she loved so much with her. You’d even claim that some of Julie’s free-spiritedness was rubbing off on you finally.

Shockingly, you had denied picking up another shift at the library. Your boss wasn’t quite happy with your response, but Julie had encouraged you with a thrilled “stick it to the man” before dragging you out for another night.

Ultimately, Julie was right, skating was absolutely freeing, and you now had something to look forward to on the weekend other than spending hours of your life working.

However, inevitably, weeks passed rapidly, and you surprisingly became quite good at skating after how frequently you’ve visited the rink.

It’s been about a month since first joining Julie at the rink. Now you’ve become addicted to the weekend, absolutely looking forward to the loud music of the disco rink, colorful lights, and especially having the chance to see Mingyu’s dazzling smile.

Now you find yourself gliding across the floor much easier now, Mingyu signaling a thumbs up each time you pass by the skate shop, looking proud of how well you’re able to keep up with Julie as she drags you beside her and sings along with the Bee Gees, ABBA, and Donna Summer songs.

Sometimes you even do a little spin on the skates to show your new and improved skills. It makes both Mingyu and Julie laugh, Mingyu shouting “groovy moves” towards you both as you begin to coordinate your spins.

Yet, there’s a twinge of disappointment inside of you, knowing you no longer have the excuse that you’re poor at skating, and will no longer require the assistance of Mingyu. Thus, no longer feeling the burn of his fleeting touches as he helped encourage you to skate faster. No longer feeling the flames erupt inside your belly as he held your waist to balance you. No longer feeling his hot breath on your neck as he spoke instructions near your ear, even if it was just so you could hear him over the blaring music.

The only thing that kept you fed was that he only seemed to smile at you each time you passed by, even when most rink attendees had their eyes on him as well.

Julie seems to catch onto your fleeting looks, nudging you as a slower song came on to cool the rink, the lights dimming low and the disco ball being the only light radiating the rink. Mingyu’s tied up helping another girl around your age at the counter, her flirtatious nature clear as she covers his hand with hers.

Mingyu seems unsure about this advance, withdrawing his hand, but politely helping the girl with her rental skates.

“You two are ridiculous,” Julie sighs, “he’s clearly into you, you’re clearly into him, and both of you are too well-mannered to say anything. Hold on.”

Before you can say anything, Julie kicks your ankle, it’s a light kick, but it’s hard enough that it makes you bend over in slight pain. Like the speed of light, Julie is stomping off and skating over towards Mingyu’s shop. You can’t tell what she says to him, clearly pointing towards you, and you’re already preparing for the worst by the way Mingyu’s eyebrows raise almost up to his scalp.

Julie looks smug as Mingyu rushes towards you, the look of concern on his face making your heart beat a little too abnormally as you grip onto the sidewalls of the rink for support.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Why aren’t you sitting down? Julie should have taken you off the rink,” he seems stressed, quickly making his way into the rink and examining your bent over state.

“Oh,” you gasp when Mingyu’s arm wraps around your waist, encouraging you to lean all your weight into his broad body. “What do you mean? Julie just – “

“Your ankle,” he mutters, looking down at your feet worriedly as he finally sits you on a bench off the rink. “We need to get these skates off, come back to the shop with me really quickly, I have a med kit in the backroom, and I can wrap your ankle up.”

You don’t know what to say, unsure of the turn of events, shooting Julie daggers with your eyes as Mingyu carries you past her, but she looks all too smug for your liking.

Mingyu is prompt, carrying you into the backroom of the shop and propping you up on a small counter next to a sink. It’s a small room and it’s a tight fit for the two of you. The proximity is enough to make you feel dizzy as he searches for the med kit.

Mingyu’s deft fingers work expertly to unlace your skates, he sighs as his warm hands run over the lace marks left on your ankles where your socks didn’t cover. There’s also a clear red mark from where Julie had kicked your ankle.

“Does it hurt a lot? It doesn’t look like it’s bruising just yet,” He looks over your ankles worriedly, but quickly notices nothing is wrong.

“Um,” you quiver awkwardly, your cheeks becoming as bright as red roses as his soft eyes meet yours. “No, it doesn’t really hurt, but I didn’t injure myself. Blame Julie.”

He chuckles, shaking his head in exasperation with a small smile as he begins to realize the set up done by Julie. “I knew Julie might have been bullshitting. I told her you looked like a pro out there, but I know how clumsy you can be, space cadet, so I thought you may have actually hurt yourself.”

You hadn’t noticed Mingyu’s hands running up and down your thighs in a comforting motion until silence fell between you two.

“Well,” you breathe out, the air escaping your chest shakily as you become increasingly aware of how close you really were to Mingyu now. The goosebumps that paint your skin didn’t help hide the effect Mingyu had on you as well. “I’m OK now, so can you just put my roller skates back on?”

Mingyu nods, warm hands now leaving your skin and leaving a burning spot behind as he picks up your skates on the ground. The slight whimper you let out didn’t go unnoticed by Mingyu as his shoulder brushed your knees on the way back up.

Subconsciously, your legs begin to move without second thought, opening a bit wider and allowing for Mingyu to slot himself between your thighs. The air around you two begins to feel suffocating as his fingers softly grab your ankle once again, just like the first time, and sending heat right down to your lower stomach.

“Are you sure you’re OK, Y/N?” Mingyu breathes out, his fingers wrapping around your right ankle and lifting your leg up a bit teasingly. “You seem like you can’t catch your breath? Are you sure it doesn’t actually hurt?”

You know he’s teasing you now, his voice dropping an octave lower as he stares directly into your eyes between his dark lashes. The way he massages your ankle hints that he knows damn well that your ankle is perfectly OK.

“Yes,” you gasp as his finger dips into your sock, slowly unraveling the material and blowing on the exposed skin of your leg.

“Does it tingle?” He whispers, voice so deep that it practically reverberates through your head.

“Yes,” you’re practically whimpering as his hands run up your calf, past your knee, and over your thighs until his fingers reach the cutoff of your shorts.

“Good or bad?” His fingers dig at your skin gently, pressing into the sensitive skin as his lips close in dangerously towards yours.

“Good,” you sigh, you could practically feel his lips against yours at this point, your entire body tingling with desire as he closes in on you. It’s practically electrifying.

“Is this OK with you, Y/N?”

“Of course,” and with your consent, Mingyu presses his lips against yours, the soft buds melding against yours without much effort.

He’s quick to devour you, tongue sliding across your lips begging for permission. Of course, you oblige, accepting the deepened kiss needily. Mingyu’s fingers slide even further under your cutoffs, making the kiss between you two even hungrier as you feel his nails dig into your plush skin.

Mingyu whimpers into your mouth when your hands find their way into his hair, the sound of him driving you closer to insanity as he lets you lead the kiss for a bit. You’re amazed by how pliable he is, loving the way he presses closer to you with each gentle pull of his thick locks.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Mingyu hums, “can I take these off of you, Y/N?” He’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts now, the desperation of his tone making your entire body buzz with anticipation.

“Of course,” you sound winded, but Mingyu sighs in content, hastily working to remove your shorts after swiftly unbuttoning the waistband. He’s quick to capture your lips with his again, the hunger clear in the way he pushes into you, easily pulling your shorts off and discarding them on the floor.

Mingyu’s eyes are wild when he leans back to observe you, his look darkening as he focuses in on your bare thighs. He practically loses his mind when he notices a wet spot on your panties, the cotton slightly darkened and he’s dropping to his knees before you can protest.

He’s at a perfect height, large hands grabbing onto your ass in order to pull you towards the edge of the counter, his eyeline leading right where you’re the most vulnerable.

“Can I please taste you?”

“Please,” you beg, head throwing back in pleasure when he slots his mouth over your panties, nose nudging your most sensitive spot as he sucks at the wettened fabric. His mouth his hot on your clothed cunt, sending a ping of delight through you as he licks at the cotton. “Not enough.”

Mingyu moans as if to acknowledge your plea, one finger hooking at the fabric before his tongue dives between your folds. He’s immediately messy with his actions, tongue lapping passionately, tasting as much of your sweet nectar as possible as he works you closer and closer towards your first burst of overwhelming heat within your core.

Your hands are weaved in his hair again, encouraging him to lap and suck on your clit as the pulses of pleasure become even more unbearable to hold. He coaxes you to your first orgasm with one sharp suck to your clit, your juices spill out all over his tongue as he gladly licks it all up.

Mingyu doesn’t give you much time to recoup, standing back up to kiss you hungrily, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he begins to work at his belt buckle. With your help, he’s able to pull his corduroys off, reaching for a condom in his wallet before dropping the pants to the ground.

He’s unable to roll it on himself as you kiss and nibble at his neck, desperate whines escaping Mingyu’s mouth as you decide to take over. He feels a bit of relief when you work it onto his cock easily, the tight latex squeezing his aching length as you begin to slowly jerk him off.

Mingyu’s close to losing his mind when your hips buck in anticipation, your small hand still working at his length, and he stutter out a request. “C-Can I- please feel you completely?”

“Yes,” you moan, hips lining up with his as his tip glides between your folds, sensitivity sending a jolt through your body when he brushes your clit. “God, Mingyu, just do it.”

Mingyu’s length slowly enters you, your walls sucking him in without hesitation, waves of pleasure immediately warming you as his length and girth fills you all too perfectly.

Mingyu’s hands are gripping at your hips, his own muscles shaking as your walls take him in easily. You’re squeezing his cock in a way that has him moaning a bit too loud, your shushes reminding him that he is at work, and you are still in the rink. Even if the music drowns out your noises.

His thrusts are slow at first, ensuring that you can take every inch of him before he picks up his pace. Mingyu’s moans only get louder as your walls begin to pulse, squeezing with each unforgiving thrust of his hips, becoming groans as he dips his head into your neck, teeth sucking harshly at your skin as you breathe out in ecstasy.

He’s precise with each thrust, his tip nailing a spot so deep inside of you that you begin to see stars as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your hands grip at Mingyu’s back, an attempt to ground yourself as Mingyu’s length fills you so deliciously, that you think you’ll be addicted for the rest of your life.

“Holy shit,” you cry out at one particularly hard thrust, the fiery heat building at your core, and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep quiet, nor how much longer you can keep your second orgasm at bay. “M-Mingyu.”

Something flips in Mingyu when you moan out his name, hand coming up to grab you chin as he forces your eyes to meet his. His pace quickens impossibly, his pubic bone brushing against your clit occasionally and bringing you closer to your breaking point.

He’s egged on by the wild look in your eyes, your swollen lips as his name falls from your mouth like a prayer, and he encourages you to come as obscene sounds come from the space where you and he connect.

“Make a mess of me, Y/N,” he pleads, even when he’s hammering into you there’s a hint of desperation in his tone, and all you can think about is making him fall apart himself. Your walls clench tighter around him, pulling yet another groan from him as the burning pleasure in your core explodes throughout your body, your thighs shaking as you feel the release spread like wildfire.

Mingyu is quick to follow, hot cum filling the condom inside of you, sending a second wave warmth throughout your core as his cock pulses. Mingyu’s canines dig deeply into your shoulder in attempt to hide his groans, only intensifying the sensitivity of your throbbing clit as he continues to thrust shallowly inside of you, riding out his high until the last second.

You’re like two naïve kids in love when he pulls his length out, tossing the soiled condom into the trash and making a note to really clean up the backroom before he leaves tonight. He giggles bashfully into your neck, observing the dark marks he left from his attempts to muffle his noises, but it only leaves him desiring this more and more. His nose comes up to nudge yours, pulling you in for one final sweet kiss.

“What about another lesson?” He whispers between kisses. “Looks like you’re a pro out there now.”

“I don’t think I’ll be needing those anymore,” you giggle, squirming as Mingyu fixes your panties back into place. He looks a bit disappointed, as if he’s unsure where to go from here. Slowly he helps you get dressed, buttoning up your shorts after he pulls his own pants back on.

“Y/N?” Mingyu tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and you nod expectantly. “You know I don’t just give out free lessons to anyone, right?”

You almost laugh boisterously, but you simmer down quickly as Mingyu’s lips form a slight pout. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” he says very matter of fact, “I only offer them to the most special of people. I even tied your laces extra tightly to make sure you wouldn’t twist your ankle. Yet look where we are now.”

“Well, I did learn from the best,” you prod, “I guess you didn’t teach me to watch out for Julie’s though.”

Mingyu chuckles, the same endearing sound you’ve grown used to. “That’s true, I guess no professional could have been prepared for Julie’s antics.”

“So, what now?”

“What about a date? Or a couple’s skate? Think you can keep up with me?”

You laugh teasingly, “how about can you keep up with me?”

“I should have never sold you those skates,” Mingyu jokes, pinching your nose, but his eyes give away that he’s in way too deep, absolutely head over heels about you. “Why don’t we go test that out? How about we test out that theory every weekend?”

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights. How could you have ever wanted nothing to do with these two things?

#svthub #svthub.collab #70s;teen #kim mingyu smut #mingyu smut #seventeen smut

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starryalpacasstuff · 4 months ago

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Knock Knock Boys: A Queer Asian Lens

I didn't watch Knock Knock Boys as it was airing, because it didn't really seem like the kind of show I'd be into. However, this post by @lurkingshan and @waitmyturtles' enthusiastic recommendation convinced me to give it a shot. Having binged the entirety of the series in a day, I can say that the show was an absolute delight to watch.

I've seen plenty of people talking about how wonderfully sex positive the show was, so I'm not going to bother with going too much into it, but I will say that the drama clearly showed the kind of sex education and awareness that is desperately needed around the world. I also really liked how Lukpeach and Latte were the ones responsible for pretty much all of the sex education in the show. It was very realistic in that, in my experience, it's extremely common for teenagers and young adults to get a majority of their knowledge about sex from their friends and the internet. The show had a very clear message about the importance of talking freely about sex with younger generations, because the taboo on the topic only harms teenagers in the long run.

Now, besides that, there was one more issue that I thought the show did wonderfully: it showed how asian kids are often hesitant to discuss things with their parents because they assume the worst in the beginning. I'm having some trouble articulating this, because it's such an abstract, ingrained concept to me, so forgive me if this is incoherent. I'm also generalizing my experience as an Indian, so please do correct me if I'm wrong here. That being said, having been raised in a society that values respect and listening to elders without question, discussing alternate ideas with parents can be a very difficult thing for most of us. It's easy to assume what parents would say to an idea and decide that trying to convince them otherwise is a task that is either futile or requires too much energy.

The best way I can describe is that the mindset becomes "It's better to ask for forgiveness if you get caught instead of asking for permission straight away". For example, had Almond asked his mother if he could stay with three other guys, she would've most definitely flat out refused, since she would've had a lot of preconceived notions about the idea. But, because Almond is able to show her that he's happy as he was, she was perfectly fine with him continuing to stay with the others. I think that's the hallmark of most asian parents, they want us to be happy but they're convinced that they know what kind of life will make us happy. They did something similar with Peak and his father, but my feelings on that are a little more complex, so we'll come back to this.

Peak and Thanwa, man. I loved Latte and Almond but these two just stole the show for me. I know some people felt frustrated with Peak's dallying and hesitance, but I just felt so sad for him, and something about his situation just hit very close to home. And Seng, the actor that he is. One particular moment that stuck with me was the scene when he leaned against the door while Jumper attacked Max. I must've rewatched that moment half a dozen times, because his acting was impeccable. I will say, I wish that they'd given us a better resolution on the arc after Max, but those are mostly minor quibbles. What I really wanted to talk about was the arc with Peak's father. Peak gathering the courage to tell his father with the support from his found family was beautiful. The scene at Knock Knock House the day before Peak left was one of the most magnificent, emotionally charged scenes I've seen in asian ql in a while. Coming from a societ wherein arranged marriage is the norm, the storyline hit hard in all the right places.

But. I did not love the resolution of the arc. I think we've had some conversation about how some shows try to be both in the bubble and out of the bubble simultaneously, and the last two episodes of the show felt a little like that. From what we knew about the father, it felt almost too easy for him to simply accept everything right away. There should have been some struggle for reconciliation. I know that the show has a theme of assumptions and lack of communication disrupting parent-child relationships, but in this case how fast they move on just seems unrealistic. My cynicism aside, even if we assume that the father wasn't homophobic, there should've been more of a conversation on the breaking of the engagement! The social implications, the father asking him why he didn't say anything for so long, Jane's involvement (how did the father know that she knew about this?). The only argument I can see against this is that the father, while initially put off by the revelation, chose to act otherwise to support his son. But then, he most likely wouldn't have insisted they take his car. And there still should've been some sort of a conversation about the engagement. Arranged marriages have a purpose; it's to provide financial and social security. I find it extremely hard to believe that a father who arranged a marriage for his son wouldn't have so much as discuss the implications of being gay with him. They tried to have the engagement have consequences with the wedding banquet, but the resolution for that really only made it worse. This is cynical of me, but I simply cannot suspend my disbelief enough to believe that the entire wedding party was perfectly happy with the turn of events. This whole resolution just seemed out of place in a show that was otherwise so wonderfully grounded in reality while still being absolutely hilarious. I think, if the show had done something a little more similar to GAP, it would've felt more realistic.

All of that aside, I really did enjoy watching the show. It was hilarious and heartwarming, and the characters were absolutely wonderful. The resolution of the final arc did drag it down a little, but I would be lying if I said that watching two queer couples get to celebrate their relationships with their community didn't warm my heart at all (Also, side note- Jane having a girlfriend was a brilliant subversion). All in all, it's a great series. It definitely felt like something new and fresh compared to the kind of qls that I've been watching lately.

#look i know im being a little cynical about the ending #but when i came out to my mother (who is by all accounts and purposes one of the more progressive older people i know)#and asked her if she thought it was a phase #she said yes and confirmed that i was still attracted to men #because living as a queer person is extremely hard in india #and that's not to mention the numerous lectures ive had to sit through on the importance of marriage #so...yeah #i did really love the show though #feel free to argue/add on i'd love to have more conversation on this #especially because i had a lot of trouble articulating myself for this #so some of what i wanted to write didn't come through #but im tired now #knock knock boys #whoops sorry accidentally deleted a chunk of this trying to fix a spelling mistake #its back now

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softlyella · 12 days ago

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Sensual discoveries

Part One: Pain

🔮 synopsis. Best friends discovers new sides of each others and tether the line between friendship and their hidden romantic feelings.

tw/cw. sexual education. scratching, hair pulling, suggestive talk, BDSM talk. I pet names: (his) sweetie, pretty boy.

🔫 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 3.6k

🍭 aus. friends to lovers

© This fic is an original work from softlyella, 2024. No part of this work can be used to train AI. This fic cannot be modified, published, translated in any way, shape or form without the written consent of its owner.

“I just don’t get how pain can be enjoyable,” Kai shrugged.

Lily stared at her friend, surprised by his words. She vividly recalled conversations of him expressing enjoying biting and nail scratches. Yet, for some obscure reason, that was not where her brain decided to go.

“Well actually, according to a recent study, individuals who enjoy spicy food have a pain kink. The spiciness makes your taste buds hurt which activates pain in your nervous system, but as you feel good eating food, and eating this particular food, it also activates pleasure. So your nervous system registers that pain on a certain level brings you pleasure.”

Lily had a knack for remembering any information she read unless it was information she actually needed to remember.

“That’s- that’s completely different Lil!” Kai shouted out, exasperated.

“Not entirely… no. It is relevant. Right now, you're just upset cause you love spicy food.” Lily shook her slowly, adamant. “However, on the subject of that girl…. You were startled and hadn’t consented, so her touching you in that manner was not enjoyable. Should you be in a safe and comfortable environment, with someone you trusted, I do think you’d enjoy a bit of pain.” Seeing her friend opening his mouth, clearly about to argue her point, she added promptly, “Just a bit, everyone has their limits.”

“My limit is none, thank you very much,” Kai added stubbornly. He sighed, pulling his legs into his arms, resting his chin on his knees. He groaned loudly, the sound muffled by his legs.

“That’s just- I don’t want sex that feels like a good fuck. I want sex that is romantic, you know? I want the ‘out of body experience’ type of sex. I want it to be intense and bonding. And binding too!” Kai professed, desperately. “I want to make love to a woman and feel consumed by her. I’ve been trying to meet someone but I want my someone. My person. All people do nowadays is cheat on each other and fuck everywhere but in their own bed and nothing lasts!”

Lily’s eyes softened at her dear friend’s rant: this wasn’t about a kink, this was about his ex, her cheating on him and Kai’s romantic nature. She moved the bag and books and other random objects they had been using for the past 2 hours out of the sofa, and moved closer to the sad, pouting, boy. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears, further breaking Lily’s heart. She hated seeing him sad.

Resting her head on Kai’s knees, she pressed a soft kiss on his hand, gently caressing the other.

“Kai,” she said softly, “you’re gonna meet your person. You will find the love of your life, and I have no doubt that you will know how to keep them in your life.”

“My ex cheated on me, Lily.”

“We don’t talk about her.”

He sighed, “ever since Jennie and I broke up, I’ve only met people who saw nothing in me but a pretty boy good or a quick fuck.”

Pushing his long dark hair away from his face, Lily held his gaze, tenderly, “Kai sweetie… you are a pretty boy.”

He lowered his eyes, a single tear falling from his eye, escaping the tight hold he had had on them. “What if I’m just not good enough to be someone’s last love?” He asked his voice small and hesitant, barely above a whisper.

At that moment, the spirited woman that was Lily wanted her knuckles to mercilessly meet Jennie’s cheek. She had never liked her, and it was not because of any female rivalry bullshit. Jennie was just judgmental and seemed to think she was better than anyone else, and always trying to put down other woman. Something Lily particularly disliked.

“This dumb hoe cheating on you was about her own commitment issue, lack of morals, poor judgment and dumbassery. She was never good enough for you anyway and I told you so from the beginning.”

“But she said… she said I was too boring in bed. That she wanted to have fun and tried new things but I- I didn’t feel… comfortable with it.” Kai shrugged.

“And that’s exactly it, Kai!” Lily exclaimed, raging that her sweet friend could ever think himself unworthy of being truly loved. “You not being comfortable enough to try things with her was a red flag. A big fucking one! Red like blood! If you instinctively feel uncomfortable at the idea to put yourself in a position of vulnerability with another person, then it’s a sign!”

Lily gently put her hands on her friend’s cheeks, smushing them together as she brought his face up to meet her eyes. “Sweetie, I’m a feminist and I don’t like men. So complimenting your species isn’t in my nature, and you know that much.”$He nodded and Lily took note of how adorable he looked his eyes glistening and face all squished between her hands.

“You’ve spend the year doing amazing. You went to therapy, worked on yourself, addressed many wounds that could hinder a healthy, emotionally mature relationship. You’ve been doing great. Any girl would be lucky to have you as her last love.” As if to punctuate her sentiment, she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Kai thanked his friend, touched by her passionate defence and how highly she thought of him. But Lily smiled that smile that always made his stomach do summersaults, he seemed as frozen, lost in feelings that had been overwhelming him.

Lily and Kai had been friends for two years now. Both introverted people, they took a long time before really truly connecting and letting the other in. Ever since he had met her he had felt drawn to here like a moth to a flame; she was devastatingly beautiful, incredibly smart and so, so, so sweet. A beauty and grace that charmed everyone, and intimated a few.

Truth was that Kai had been in love with Lily for months but had never risked telling her. He was determined to keep her inches life, to have her obsidian eyes on him for as long as he could.

He took a long look at her lips, mesmerised by their shape and colour. He had always the brown outline of her lips, with its pink center. Her lips were so full, he dreamt of tracing their brown contour with his tongue. Today, they were shinier due to the gloss she was wearing.

Glossy and pink.

Such an enticing combination.

When he spoke again, his voice was serious. “Would you consider yourself lucky to have me?”

“In our case, you’d be the unlucky one. I think you’d run away screaming and never speak to me again if you took a peak at the Lily inside,” she joked.

“What if I didn’t?” He pushed, needing some reassurance, no matter how ridiculous it could be in this moment. “Would you feel lucky?”

Understanding his need for reassurance and love in that moment, Lily dropped the playfulness and turned serious. “To be yours? One hundred percent. Why do you think you’re my only guy friend?” She punctuated her response with a eyebrow raise that drew Kai’s gaze to her eyes.

She had the most striking gaze, he thought, one that felt so tantalising. One of the thing Kai loved most about Lily was her habit of staring at a person and leaning in, giving them her full attention. He was particularly proud to be someone she did this with the most. He simply loved having her full attention, it always made his blood boil, his entire body heating up under her gaze, her aura.

It was true, Lily didn’t have any male friends, stating that ‘male energy within her sacred space just wasn’t ideal’. Something else Kai liked about her, that she didn’t have men in her life but him. He felt special to be in her inner circle, special and proud.

Suddenly, as if shot by an electric charge he remembered her previous words. “Have you ever tried, Lil?”

“Tried what, sweetie?”

“Pain. Pain kink”

“Not nearly as often as I’d like,” she sighed, letting her body fall completely on his folded legs. Her pretty doe eyes plunged in his.

Unable to resist, Kai brought his hand to her face, gently pushing her delicate brown curls away from her face, taking in her striking beauty. He then asked, lowly, “why not?”

“Well… I guess…. I want someone I truly connect with. Not a quick fuck. Not someone to play with. And I like being the one inflicting pain. Men who like receiving are… a little harder to find,” she confessed with a pout.

“You mean, you actually are… dominant?”

“Yes. Why? You wondered?” she asked, making his legs tremble slightly with her chuckles.

He considered the idea for a moment, yes, he had wondered - hoped even- but never could be sure. “You’re pretty... no-nonsense and quite… pushy when you want something. All things I like about you!” He exclaimed, holding her gaze. The last thing Kai wanted was to hurt he is friend, especially since these were things he actually really loved about her.

He added, shrugging, trying to appear nonchalant. “Sometimes you’re even a little mean…and it’s not unpleasant.”

Lily rose from her folded position and sat straighter, ensuring her eyes were levelled with Kai's. She raised her hand to grasp at the tufts of hair falling in front of Kai’s eyes, fiddling with them. “You like when I’m mean to you, Kai?”

Her soft, feminine voice had taken on a slightly sultrier tone, and in that moment the young man’s attention strayed. He had dreamed of her speaking to him with that voice and experiencing that, combined with her warm touch, a sharply sweet thrill gripped him.

“Y-yeah…”

“Kai,” Lily said softly, tucking his long raven hair behind his ear. “With the woman you love and trust you could be exploring things, exploring your desires further, hers… What if the woman you fall in love with, the one, wants to not-so-gently pull your hair and bite your throat?”

Kai’s casual comment had awoken the caged temptress in Lily, and it was as such that she ran her fingers down his jawline, all the way down to his Adam’s apple, watching his breath hitching: a temptress, tempting the object of her own temptation.

“Leave a pretty mark right… here.” Her thumb grazed a spot right above his collarbone, before slowly going up, pressing down on the skin as it did so, rubbing it strongly, almost… painfully. “What if she licks you all the way up here… then runs her teeth all the way back down on your skin, teasing you, making you shiver. Hmmm? And what if, once you start trembling, she bites down the skin. Pulls onto it. Sucks on it until it bruises nicely.”

Speaking slowly, enunciating each syllable perfectly, her eyes never leaving Kai’s, Lily was tethering a limit she had set long ago in her friendship: not acting on her romantic feelings. Yet, there was Kai, sad because his romantic heart still hadn’t found the eternal love he yearned for, feeling violated because cause a mindless hussy had dared touched him in a way that was way too forward, way too intimate for a first date and confessing things that she’s long suspected, wished for, imagined once or twice or even a few more times than that in moments pleasure, alone with her fingers. She knew Kai wasn’t the type to fuck someone in a public bathroom, he wanted candles, handwritten love letters, and Lily was now certain of it, to be owned.

He hadn’t yet said a word, eyes still fixated on hers. She needed to push him a little bit more. Or maybe no? If she went any further, she'd be stepping on a line, the line that rained their friendship. But if she did, she' would make such sensual discoveries about sweet Kai. Was it really a choice?

“If I was to kiss your neck right now, lightly bite you. Do you think you would hate it?”

Kai’s frantically shook his head, causing her to chuckle at his eagerness. How cute was he.

“No?” She hummed, feigning reflexion. “What if I was to bite just a little harder? Not enough to break the skin but enough to….leave a mark on your beautiful bronze skin?”

He gulped, his mouth running dry. “Well-”

“A mark that says you’re mine. Taken. Spoken for. A mark that says no one is allowed to approach because you belong to me.”

Kai stared, mouth agape. Was this really happening to him? Was the woman of his dreams truly saying what she was saying? To him?! He simply couldn’t believe his ears. Lily, on the other hand, was nowhere near done.

“An ache in your skin to remind you of the pleasure only I can give you.”

Oh, it brought Lily way too much pleasure to say those things out loud. To notice how Kai gulped, his eyes faltering, how he absolutely wanted to pinch himself to know if he was dreaming.

In a sickeningly sweet voice, she faked shock, “and what if you’re being bad, Kai?”

Confusion painted his gorgeous face. “Huh?” B-Bad?”

She leaned forward, eyes boring into his own. Deep into him. “Bad. Wicked. Naughty Kai.” Her voice changed, suddenly, into a lighthearted tone, “I would have to punish you.”

“P-pu-punish me?”

She hummed in approval, “Hum hum... to remind you to be a good boy for me.”

“A good boy.” He paused, gulped to moisten his very dry mouth. “For you.”

“If I have to punish you, make your body hurt so you remember who you belong to and how to behave. You don’t think you could feel a tinge of arousal whenever you remembered your punishment? Every time you felt the soreness in your muscles, the memories of all the ways I manhandled you rushing back.”

It seemed like, at first, his eyes were all surprised, wide and glistening; then, they were reasoning, narrowing on the devilish woman before him, telling him none of this was actually happening.

“Lil,” the way Kay said her name sounded more like a grunt than anything else, words leaving him without a filter, like the blood that ran to his cock lacked in his brain and tongue. “Is this a dream?”

“Let’s see, shall we?” She asked teasingly.

He didn’t move, nor speak. Simply sitting, immobile, his legs still drawn up before him.

She asked again, waiting for his confirmation and consent, "shall we, Kai?”

“Okay,” he breathed out.

“Let’s starts with something so easy, so simple.”

She pushed his legs down, and lifted his shirt, before bringing it to his mouth.

“Open,” she commanded. She then tucked the end of his shirt into his mouth before instructing him to bite down on it. Lily stared in awe, running her nails over the defined surface of her friend’s abdomen.

“If this falls out of your mouth, I’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?” With his silent nod, she grabbed his wrist. “Wrap your hand around my wrist. That way, if you want me to stop, just pull my hand.”

Again, Kai nodded silently. His eyes still wide and glistening; this time not only with surprise, but lust too. Those wide dark eyes watched as the now in charge woman showed him her hands, purposefully pointing at her long manicured nails. Slowly, she placed her hands, cold, on his stomach. His breath hitched, but it was nothing in comparison to the feeling of her running her pretty pink fingernails on his stomach. Lightly at first, then, a little harder the second time. The third time, Kai’s fist clenched. It did hurt. He was sure it would leave marks.

“Are you okay, Kai?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he whispers lowly, his mouth full.

“Why don't you pull down your pants a little for me?”

“Anything for you,” he whispered, the look in his eyes affirming his words. Shy, pleading, and loving. Lily’s heart is fluttering, her head is telling her this is just a nice moment between friends, an indulgence. Meanwhile, unaware of her conflicting emotions, Kai obeyed her command and slid his sweatpants and boxers down.

“Like this is enough?” He asks, his voice wavering.

It was perfect, Lily thought. It showed just enough of what she wanted: a little bit of his bush, and the outline of his already hard cock. Kai shrunk a little under Lily’s gaze fixated on him.

“I-is it okay like that?”- he asks timidly.

Lily licked her lips, eyes glued to his pelvis area. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“Really?”

And her eyes met Kai’s, who shivered meeting them: this was the gleaming gaze of a hungry carnivore. One ready to devour him.

“Really,” she whispered, hand reaching down, gently, slowly. He expected her to caress his cock, to tease him, instead Lily gently ran her fingers down his happy trail, caressing the hair, playing with it before suddenly lightly pulling on them. Kai jolted, his cock twitching as electricity ran through his body.

“Oh… oh that feels good,” words choked in his throat as the pain deliciously mixed with pleasure. He wanted her fingers all over him, wanted to feel this all over his entire body. Lily smiled before pulling a little harder, unable to help the gush of arousal pooling on her panties upon hearing Kai’s cute little whimpers. Seeing her pretty friend, all sprawled out for her, on her couch, legs slightly spread, dick hard, eyes wet, mouth full and willing… he simply looked delectable.

“Should we try something else now?”

He didn’t need to think about it, the answer was yes. Kai nodded, already certain he would agree to anything for the woman he had madly in love with for almost two years now.

She tutted, “I’m gonna need words now, pretty boy.” She said pulling on his hair again, harder. The combination of being called ‘pretty boy’ and the thrill of pain short- circuit Kai’s brain and the moan that left his mouth as a result was downright sinful. He doesn’t care, too far gone to feel embarrassed. He wanted more. He wanted it all.

“Yes Lily.”

“Yes what, pretty boy?” she murmured.

Kai struggled with clear thinking in that moment, his senses were fogged by the excitement of being touched by his love, in a way that was new to him but oh so pleasurable; he wanted Lily to call him her pretty boy, forever. He wanted to be pretty for her, have her coo at his visuals. Another harsh pull of his hair, another loud moan left his mouth, and he shamelessly jutted his hips forward, his hard member desperately seeking the demanding woman’s touch.

“Are you comfortable with me taking things one level further, Kai?”

He recoiled. “Ew, don’t call me that!” Her saying his name felt like a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown at his face when he’d been so warm since she had started touching him.

“No? What do you want me to call you? Pretty boy?” she taunted. Lily ran her free hand on Kai’s thighs, spreading them further apart. The male visibly gulped, his eyes bored into her as he looked at her sweetly.

“Yes please,”he breathed out.

Lily’s hand came up to his chin, lifting his face up, her thumb pressing into his plushy lower lip. His lips part as he looked at her, mesmerised. She pushed her thumb into his mouth, his tongue immediately wrapping around it, sucking on her.

“Pretty boy? Do you, or do you not want to try more?”

With a mouth full, he answered. “Please Lily, yes.”

She smiled, satisfied with not only his answer, but his politeness and eagerness too. She wanted to explore his limits, see how much she could ruin him, how many memories she could keep of him when this night of discoveries inevitably ended.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” She asked, removing her thumb from his mouth.

He nodded once more. She pulled harshly and suddenly at his hair.

“Ah!” he whined loudly, his thighs and biceps flexing and straining as his hard cock twitches.

Lily’s voice is stern this time. “Words.”

“Sorry. Yes, I know what safe words are. Hum... traffic lights.”

Still stern, she ordered him to describe them to her, wanting to make sure he knew exactly what it was.

“Red, yellow and green, mean stop, this could go either way and yes continue.”

“Very good example. Poorly explained,” she commented. Kai wondered why he felt so disappointed to have not done well for her.

“Pay attention!” Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He nodded sheepishly.

“Green means all is well, go ahead, I love this I’m comfortable. Please don’t stop. Yellow means okay, I’m a little unsure, I mean I like this, I think, but I’m not fully confident here. Thread carefully. Red means stop.” She leans forward, grabbing his chin. “Red means I stop immediately. Hold you. Make you feel safe. Reassure you. Warm you up. Take care of you. Immediately. Do you understand?”

Kai nodded once more, and as he felt her hand beginning to twist. He put his hands up in a stopping motion and shouted, “YES! Yes, yes, yes I understand.”

“Repeat them for me,” she ordered, caressing him once more, her hand going slightly lower, grazing his touch deprived cock.

Kai whined, feeling so utterly desperate for her touch where he needed her most. “Green is what I say when I like everything and don’t want you to stop. Yellow is when…hum… I’m a little scared but want to see what happens. Red is when I can’t anymore and want it to end. Immediately.”

All traces of severity were gone from Lily’s voice as she affirmed, “red means I make sure you feel safe and okay.”

“I feel safe and okay with you Lily. I’d love to explore a bit more with you.”

And he meant every word.

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It's time again.

aziz-zaqout

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aficionadoenthusiast · 6 months ago

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hi! i also love comedy! any chance we could get some more funny fic recs?

yes, absolutely!

pjo

sorry, don't have a ton of these, I tend to read more serious fics for this fandom

keeping it fruity by buoyantsaturn; valgrace, T, 4k; Leo is both so relatable and so silly, I love it

Leo huffed. “Sorry, I just don’t think I can support such senseless violence,” he grumbled, knowing that all of the excuses he and Nico had come up with over the last few years would be useless by that point. “What is a sport, really, if not an excuse to beat some stranger to a pulp?”

sex education by CordeliaRose; solangelo, E & M, 5-20k; I'm not normally a fan of smut, so if this one got me to read smut, you know it's good

Percy tries to give Nico a sex talk. It goes about as well as anyone could have predicted.

marvel

shelter order by deniigiq; team red, G, 46k; team red quarantine group chat fic, need I say more?

Little Spidey (Pink): Hello Twitter. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Spiderman has decided that we should share with you all our private chat. We will be doing so on the condition that y’all remain cool about it. You gonna be cool? (Peter decides to raise spirits of those in isolation by sharing parts of the Team Red chat online day by day.)

Fishing Isn’t Fair to the Fish by NezumiPi; defenders, T, 17k; I was not expecting this one to have so much humor. or an exorcism.

Spoilers for Defenders S1 and prior individual shows. In a magnificent display of poor judgment, Luke Cage invites the Defenders on an upstate fishing trip in they can get to know one another better and perhaps smooth over some minor interpersonal conflicts. Contains (in no particular order): Minor interpersonal conflicts, major interpersonal conflicts, moderate impersonal conflicts, Danny Rand’s undergarments, porn for the blind, misuse of pharmaceuticals, talking swans, occasional fishing, and some seriously unpleasant business.

Mr. Stark's Home for Idiot Teenagers by OffToNewPastures; Iron family, T, 98k; tbh it's been so long since I read this one that I don't remember what it's about, but I have it marked as funny, so here you go

Peter is there, slumped over the kitchen island, slowly cramming spoonfuls of Double Chocolate Cookie Crisp into his mouth, hair tousled and sticking up every which way, and Tony realizes with sudden clarity that he’s fighting a losing battle. Maybe not today, maybe he can put it off for a while, but someday he’s just going to have to give up and love this ridiculous kid. - In which Tony Stark learns object lessons about love, sacrifice, death, friendship, and parenthood; and makes his peace with the unfortunate reality that his penthouse will be crawling with asshole teenagers every weekend for the foreseeable future. Follows canon...loosely. Ahem.

Chaotic Peter by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so; Iron family, T, 15-20k; this one is hilarious and painful and gripping and so so beautiful, and it has a logical path to the Iron family trope that doesn't make me cringe. I stayed up to 5 am on a weekday reading it. No regrets. (My note on ao3: "Reread first story to laugh until you cry, reread second part to feel something," if anyone was doubting how I feel about this fic.)

"Is there a reason you're calling this late at night?" Tony asks, worried in spite of himself. "Tell me what's going on, kid." “Everything is one-hundred-percent fine,” Peter says. “Seriously, I've never been better. But I should let you know I have about thirty bricks of cocaine in my bedroom. Also, Karen won't let me turn off Instant Kill Mode. Also, Walmart discontinued my special razzleberry pink squeezy lemonade. Which isn't related to tonight's patrol, I'm just bummed about it.” Or: The five times Instant Kill Mode is activated +1

Super Duper Side Effects by awesomesockes, whumphoarder; Avengers, T, 16k; most mcu fans probably recognize this one and know it's hilarious

The downside of an enhanced metabolism is that it renders most drugs completely ineffective. Captain America accepted this long ago as an occupational hazard. But after Peter sustains a serious injury in the line of duty and the doctors have no way to manage the pain, Steve decides to volunteer as a test subject for Bruce and Tony’s experimental super drug. However, the soldier ends up getting a little more than he bargained for. (Alternative title: Original Drug Tester: Steve Rogers)

Obligatory mention of the fic that caused this ask:

in technicolor by deniigiq; Marvel's various NYC vigilantes & Brett Mahoney, not rated (I'd give it a T), 120k; again. the observor pov gives the idea of wildlife being studied in their natural habitat, and it is so. fucking. funny.

Brett sighed and looked down at the folder in his hand. “Your name is Peter, right?” “Lawyer.” “Peter, we haven’t even started talking. Let’s just take a minute to ease up.” “Lawyer.” “Bud, we haven’t charged you with a crime. This is just talking.” “Law. Yer.” Goddamn. (Brett's encounters with Team Red/vigilantes and their weird fucking way of helping)

Still Preoccupied... With 1979 by darkbluedark; drarry (+jily & wolfstar), T, 15-20k; pre drarry accidental time travel hanging onto their rivalry for convenience? hilarious.

It’s May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties. (This would be a lot easier if their captives weren’t convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didn’t spend half their bloody time bickering.)

sirius black and the "mystery girl" by tjmcharg; wolfstar, T, 29k; heteronormativity but for humor reasons

"You can't tell me who you're with?" Lily smiles at him hopefully. Sirius laughs. "Alright Evans, if you're so curious, I have a proposition for you" "We'll set up a little bet, you have until the end of the school year - so two months - to work out who I'm dating, or..." he pauses to think and with an evil smirk decides, "or you have to ask your crush out on a date."

pair of tossers with a cat by moonymoment; wolfstar, G, 10k; a cat nearly destroys them. in the middle of a war.

Something seemed to dawn on Remus then; something so obvious he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. He frowned and looked at Sirius quizzically. “What?” “Are you…” Remus began, gaping slightly, “jealous of the cat, Sirius?” Sirius looked down. “I’m not jealous of the cat.” “You’re jealous of the cat!” “I am not jealous of the bloody cat.” Remus finds a stray cat on the street and brings it in. Sirius is not impressed. Chaos ensues.

(fuck jkr. for those of you who don't know me.)

(if y'all have any especially funny fics you wanna share, i would not be opposed 👀) (especially marvel and pjo 👀👀)

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Had a chat today with a friend that started with ignorant mfs on Facebook and ended with a joke about sex toys, but in between covered so much about current politics in the US that I got permission to share it here.

A — You know good and well humans can be mind-numbingly oblivious

RedEris — I do. I do. doesn't mean I have to accept it or think it's reasonable. lol

A — Good for a laugh, in any case. As long as it doesn't get a bipedal cheeto elected

RedEris — exactly I tell [Phantom]--because of course for them the prospect of another Trump presidency is really kinda an existential threat and it does scare them--that the thing is, if we could get actual progressives elected, then the chance of addressing the exact poverty, poor education, and desperation that's let Trump get where he is goes way up

A — Yup

RedEris — So while yes, politics is like housework and it does keep needing to be done all the time, it's…also kinda like housework in that staying on top of things makes it a bit easier? I dunno. it's a metaphor.

A — Shit's got to change, but if you change it too fast then half the people get all freaked out and tried to pull it all back to what they're comfortable with. Its a pendulum

RedEris — which is actually pretty much where we are WITH Trump. It's the strength of reactionaries, ironically, recoiling from the fact that actually a lot of things HAVE changed for the better really fast Trying to explain to the kids the other day what the state of mental health/neurodivergency understanding was when we were in high school The like, zero percent chance that we'd've been diagnosed with our fairly, in retrospect, obvious problems

A — It's really hard to conceptualize that while YOU may think all of these changes are good and moral and timely, there's fuck ton of people out there looking at it and thinking "What the fuck is going on? Who are these people? I liked it the way it was! What gives them the right?" And maybe you can ignore them, but unfortunately their stubborn, ill-informed vote counts exactly the same as yours does, so you're not likely to get too very far without them

RedEris — and now the changes are really speeding up, because people aren't getting entrenched and becoming conservative like previous generations, simply because we've built a system where getting older doesn't necessaarily give you more to lose, and middle aged people are still feeling disenfranchised by the system

A — Yeah

RedEris — So now you've got people of an age where they are seriously considering getting more involved in politics but who are decidedly not conservative so. We've got to get them to vote.

A — And allow them to vote

RedEris — RIGHT that's the other thing. These "decidedly not conservative" people have fucking work to get to. and quite possibly no car. and a kid that needs watching, and, and… assuming they haven't just been scrubbed from the registrations Honestly it's buckwild that voting day isn't a national holiday or a requirement. It certainly is in other countries and they haven't combusted yet

A — Well of course that's why there are major efforts to make sure those people can't vote If you can't win on the numbers, rig the system to change the numbers.

RedEris — it's amazing to me that they'll straight up say this

A — Empower the old farts who are so freaked out that their grandkid Julie wants to go by Michael that they forget about when they were crusty young hippies who wanted to stick it to the old fuddy duddies who were killing strangers in foriegn lands and poisoning the planet.

RedEris — like, Republican strategists UNDERSTAND that they have to win by restricting voting to their bloc they'll SAY it. it's amazing And then we have a system so riddled with disinformation and distrust that they CAN say these things, and not lose a significant amount of the vote or power

A — Of course they do. They can't change their platform. They'd lose their base. It's a house of cards. But they know they have a demographic problem, they can't win on a percentage of the population. Its no surprise that they've only won the popular vote for president twice since Reagan.

RedEris — I take comfort in knowing that that percentage is going down all the time. BUT we gotta survive this push of theirs first Because this push could be incredibly, incredibly damaging you need only look at how much of the current situation dates back to a guy who was president when I was fucking ONE to understand that

A — And before that, honestly

RedEris — yeah I mean we've still got baggage from the Puritans and Victorians, man

A-- Yeah, I know but that baggage is a convenient place to store sex toys.

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naoyaslut · 2 years ago

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Part I | Part II

pairings: time skip ran haitani x femreader

w.count: 5k

synopsis: Against your better judgement, you agree to meet Mr. Ran Haitani for a job opportunity.

tw: spitting, fingering, oral (m.receiving), penetration, light praising, sex under the influence, doggystyle, pet names

a/n: - maniacal laughter-

After receiving an ultimatum from your current employers, “Resign now and we won’t disclose the details of your last case” or “We can fire you, but we will have to disclose what went on in that last case.” You decided to resign… keeping your head low and out of the possible headlines of the newspapers.

You were a fairly new lawyer; you hadn’t been practicing long and this was the first firm you’d ever been a part of in your professional career. You were distraught and unsure of where you were supposed to go from here.

How were you supposed to explain to your parents who gladly paid for your education knowing that you would be successful in the end? You’d managed to secure an entry-level position at one of the top firms in your area and now here you were desperately scrolling through the classifieds and applying anywhere you could to get some sort of income.

Bills needed to be paid. You’d barely had the Lexus for a year, and you just moved into a nice penthouse apartment located in downtown Roppongi. If you didn’t find employment anytime soon, you were going to be giving back all the nice gifts you bought yourself for a job well done over the past year.

Fidgeting nervously with the black business card in your hand, you folded the laptop you were working on closed and stood up. That card, that black card had "the" Ran Haitani’s name etched on it in white lettering accompanied with a fax number, a DSN, and what you assumed to be a cell phone number.

If by any chance you decide to change your mind, call me. I’ll pick up at any time of the day for you.

And you did. You actually called him because you were terrified of not being able to find another job. Not at all because of the material items that you owned and didn’t want to lose, but the uncertainty of not being able to make a living plus the disappointment from your family felt as if it may be an impending doom for you.

Leaning back against the leather booth you sat in; you idly stirred the cup of ice water you had been drinking from. Ran was supposed to meet you here at this upscale Italian restaurant and you’d been sitting at the secluded table for the past 15 minutes.

If you weren’t so desperate to see what he had to say, you would have been walking out of the door already. When you entered the establishment, the hostess at the front escorted you back to an empty table.

She informed you that Mr. Haitani was expecting you and offered to get you something off the menu. You declined to order anything to eat but settled for a glass of iced water with a lemon wedge.

Sighing in exasperation, you leaned forward to rest both of your elbows on the table. The fact that he hadn’t shown up yet put you on edge. Not only was this man supposedly a criminal, but he had also offered you a position to work for him doing only God knows what.

Since the restaurant happened to be upscale, you opted to dress in one of your better dresses. It was simple enough a little black dress with thin straps paired with a pair of chain-link Giani Bini heels. Rather than dressing like this was a business proposition, you dressed as if you were meeting your significant other for a date.

Swiping a stray curl behind your ear, you glanced at your watch visibly upset at how much time had passed by now. Instead of the measly ten minutes, you’d been sitting here all dolled up for twenty minutes and that was enough for you.

Taking hold of your little black purse, you stood up adjusting the hem of your dress back down over your thighs. This was a mistake. You shouldn’t have come here at all. You’d get a call for a position in no time, there was no need to be hasty.

As soon as you stepped outside of the booth you were greeted by Ran Haitani towering over you with a satisfied grin slapped on his face. He purposely blocked your path to prevent you from wandering any further while his eyes roamed over your attire appreciatively.

“Ms. Y/n, I apologize for my tardiness. You look… amazing,”

Taking a tentative step away from him, you ignored his compliment gripping your bag tightly against your thigh.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, nervous and gnawing on your bottom lip. “This was a mistake, sorry to waste your time,”

This time you stepped forward with the intent to go around him but instead, one of his hands shot out to grasp at your waist to keep you in place.

Gasping in surprise, you stopped where you were and allowed him to guide you back toward the booth. He purred almost seductively in your ear as he urged you to sit before turning to sit in the booth opposite of you.

“Oh c’mon, at least hear my offer before you try to run away from me,”

You sighed anxiously making eye contact with him and watched as he called the waiter over. At least hear his offer? For whatever reason you doubted he wanted you to hire a lawyer of any sort, he didn’t need a damn lawyer. You were positive he could pay for one of the top lawyers in the city for any of his legal requirements, there was no way in hell he needed a fresh-faced lawyer like you in his arsenal.

This whole situation made you nervous and you wondered why and how something as stupid as what happened in court a few weeks before decided to descend on you. Who did you piss off?

“So…?” you urged. The waiter brought Ran something dark on ice and left the table immediately after. He picked up the chilled glass and took a long drink, his Adams apple bobbing as it slithered down his throat.

“Did you want to order anything, y/n?” Ran flashed you his pearly whites and again you avoided the heat in his gaze, opting to stare off into the vacant restaurant instead.

“Mr. Haitani, please.” You were already growing irritated that he didn’t seem pressed to get to the point of why the two of you were here. To discuss his “proposition”.

Ran lifted his glass tilting the rim towards himself as he watched the dark liquor swirl around the crystal glass, his lavender-tinted iris’ hyper-focusing on it as if it were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. Then suddenly he barked out a chuckle, staring into your pretty face before adjusting his tie.

“The job opportunity isn’t hiring you as a lawyer,”

You fucking knew it.

“I’m sure you already know that I don’t need to hire anyone for legal counsel. I have that covered.”

Your throat tightened in suspense while you continued to observe his actions and the way those slender digits of his began to fumble with his tie loosening it so he could completely remove it.

The action seemed sultry; it caused your breath to hitch in your throat the aggravation you already felt beginning to blossom into pure frustration with the handsome man across from you.

“So, what do you want from me?” you snapped angrily. Crossing both arms across your bosom, you glared at him agitated waiting for him to continue.

“You can think of it as an assistant of sorts,” he began. He lifted his glass once more to indulge in his drink before shaking it lightly in his grasp. “I need help with a few things here and there and the pay is outstanding for what will be required of you.”

Staring at him in disbelief, you went over his words which were extremely vague. It didn’t make sense… were you really going to put yourself into this position for what he was offering you?

He could tell you were considering it, it made him smile even more to see how desperate you seemed.

“I’ll pay you a year’s salary upfront,” he mentioned it rather offhandedly, leaning back to throw an arm over the back of the booth. “1 year of your assistance, and if you don’t want to continue after that you can seek employment elsewhere.”

He wasn’t serious, was he? You didn’t know how much he was willing to shell out to have you as an assistant, but deep down in your gut, you knew that he would make it worth your while. Your eyes avoided his for a third time tonight looking around as if there could be someone else listening to your conversation.

Wringing your hands nervously within one another, you hesitated once more beginning to shake your head as if to decline.

“Mr. Haitani…”

“150,000 dollars, does that sound doable to you?” he asked nonchalantly.

You nearly stopped breathing staring at him, eyes wide in shock. For him to just throw around numbers like that, he must have been loaded.

“It’s the least I can do for you since I kinda got you fired,”

You could feel a sudden rush of heat creeping up the back of your neck upon the reminder of what had you in your current dilemma. How he accused you of seducing him so that you couldn’t represent your former client.

This was actually mortifying. There was no fucking way that you were going to accept this, he was the reason you were in this predicament in the first place.

Ran must have seen the way your face began to contort, your embarrassment causing you to grit your teeth in frustration just before you had decided to stand up and storm out.

“Alright, 200,000 dollars,”

You were frozen once more in your seat while you watched him take out a checkbook from his pocket. He began to calmly fill in his information, finally writing in the dollar amount of 200,000 dollars before ripping it out neatly and sliding it across the tabletop.

“I told you I’d make sure you were taken care of, right?”

And that’s how you found yourself working for Ran Haitani. You had enough money in your bank account that you didn’t have to worry about anything for the time being.

Working for Ran was easy. The title of an assistant was… not what you would label yourself at all. Ran was flexible, he never asked you to do anything strenuous or completely out there when it came to working.

But you were under the impression that instead of an assistant he wanted something more from you. You didn’t mind him, he treated you nicely. You never had to spend your own money on anything, and it seemed that you were more of a maid than an assistant.

He had an assistant for his office, but you? You were expected to do the most random tasks ever. He asked you over in the mornings to help pick out his suits for the day and then he forced you to stay to have breakfast with him.

Sometimes you’d accompany him throughout the day when he wasn’t working to go shopping… visit the upscale salons he got groomed at and he’d often force you to receive services as well. Any time he had an event to attend, he demanded that you were his plus one and he paid for everything, including your attire without so much as a complaint.

Unlocking the front door to Ran’s penthouse, you pushed the door open before stepping aside to hold it open for him. Once he entered you closed the door behind him and watched as he stumbled across the living room before collapsing onto the leather sofa in his living room.

He leaned back against the soft material letting out a relieved sigh and focusing his glossy eyes on you still standing with your hand still placed on the doorknob.

Ran had been drinking a lot tonight. Even for him as an avid drinker, he was obviously tipsy.

Eyeing him wearily, you canted your head off to the side before tucking your bag under your arm. You had a few drinks yourself, but he may have overdone it.

“Ran, are you going to be alright?” you asked.

He gave you the dopiest smile, his face exceedingly flushed from the amount of alcohol he took in at the event tonight.

He hummed thoughtfully at your question before he sat up and began to remove the suit jacket he’d still been wearing.

“I don’t know, I think I’d like you to stay for a little while longer,” Shrugging his coat off his shoulders, he gave you a crooked grin tossing it over the arm of the sofa. “Just in case,”

You almost rolled your eyes at the request, but this man had taken care of every aspect of your life over the past few months. It just didn’t feel right to blow him off when he was obviously intoxicated.

Clearing your throat, you turned the lock on his front door and tested the handle just to be sure it was secure. The heels of your stilettos clicked against the wooden floor as you crossed the room to sit beside him on the sofa.

Sitting your purse beside you, you leaned down and began to untie the strap to your shoes before slipping them off your feet with a sigh like the one Ran had done upon sitting.

Ran had been spoiling you. Literally spoiling you, as if you were his girlfriend. The sexual tension between the two of you was at an all-time high, but you were adamant about keeping it platonic. This “situation” was already as awkward as it could have been, there was no need to throw sex into the mix to make it worse.

Would it really be that bad though?

Mumbling under your breath, you kicked your shoes off before leaning against the sofa and dragging your feet up with you so that you were sitting on your heels.

“What do you need me to do while I’m here?” Pulling the black evening gown back over your thighs, you turned your head to meet Ran’s inquisitive gaze.

“Do you really want the answer to that?”

Kissing the back of your teeth, you blinked at him dumbly your eyes following his palm that had nestled itself along the exposed skin on your thigh.

“I know the answer already,” Pursing your lips together, an involuntary shiver wafted down your spine as his fingers began to trail themselves toward the apex of your thighs pausing to brush the backs of them against the front of your satin underwear.

Ran had a smug grin on his face while his fingers continued to tease your inner thigh, his eyes low and honed in on the exposed skin.

Swallowing the sudden dryness that began to plague your throat, your eyes met his again with him leaning toward you his other hand cusping along your jaw. The pad of his thumb swiped across the plump flesh of your bottom lip as if to wipe away the faint gloss from the surface.

“Then you’re already aware of how much I want to see this cute little mouth stretched out around my cock, don’t you?”

You were suddenly overcome with a throbbing need between your thighs, confusion overpowering any and all logic that you may have possessed. You wanted to cringe at his crass choice of words, you were supposed to be turned off… not willingly leaning into the warmth of his fingertips.

“So, you’re paying me for the semblance of being an assistant… but in reality, you just want to fuck me,” you breathed.

Ran hummed in response, his eyes half-mast and focusing solely on the plush of your lips. He smiled gently, pushing his thumb into your mouth so the pad settled against your tongue.

“I know for a fact that I’m not the only one who wants to fuck the other,” He watched you tentatively, the way your own eyes became hooded, your lips fixing around his thumb gently suctioning the appendage.

What in the hell were you doing?

“Come on y/n, show me what you really want to do to me,” he pulled his thumb from your mouth, using the wetness to gloss your bottom lip.

The rough timbre in his voice sent an unsolicited shiver down your spine and without much more coaxing you sank onto the floor between his sturdy thighs.

Peering up at him through your lashes, your stomach began to flutter at the pleased expression on his face. He was grinning almost lazily, the tip of his tongue visible at the corner of his lips while one of his hands worked to loosen the tie around his neck.

His light-colored eyes were intense and focused. He held your gaze and patiently waited for you to continue your pursuit. Exhaling a shaky breath, you reached for the waist of his dark slacks unfastening the metallic clasp and then forcing the zipper down.

He was wearing grey silk boxer briefs the outline of his dick straining against the material… along with a damp patch soiling the front of the expensive silk. Your heart pounded harder against your ribcage, those familiar butterflies finding their place in the depths of your abdomen.

He was desperate for you, that much was obvious, and the knowledge of his desire made you feel near helpless and extremely needy. Reaching into the silk hem of his boxer shorts, you grasped hold of the stiff, hot appendage that sat between his thighs.

Pulling his cock free from the material, you palmed his length squeezing tentatively along the stiffening base. You could hear his breath hitch above you, the low grumble of his voice coming a moment after.

“C’mon, don’t tease me, pretty girl,” Ran leaned forward down toward you, his palm cusping your cheek as if to inspire you further.

You didn’t know why his words were having this effect on you, but your chest was all but bursting with determination upon seeing that handsomely chiseled face hovering above you. Initially, you were against adding any sexual encounter into the mix here, but how could you deny this beautiful creature towering above you?

Eyes glossy and shining over with unshed tears, you closed the short distance between the ruddy-colored tip of his dick before taking the appendage slowly into the warmth of your mouth. Once the flat of your tongue made contact with him, his head fell back flat against the headrest of his seat, and that hand that had been holding your cheek almost lovely slid up and into your hair that was tightly bound at the nape of your neck.

His fingers slithered through your strands to hook a finger around the scrunchy that kept your hair pulled back and tidy to slip it out of place freeing your curls so that they were in their natural state haphazardly atop your head.

Opening your mouth wider, you hummed around his girth, reveling in the feel of the soft skin skimming along your tongue. You groaned appreciatively under your breath at the taste of him clean with just a hint of salt. You dare to say that it was the taste of him was even delectable.

By now his hand had woven itself in the roots of your hair, languidly guiding your mouth up and down his length the tip of him nudging at the back of your throat.

The movements were slow and more or less on the gentler side but you must have been doing something right so far. Keeping your jaw slotted and agape your tongue slipped along the underside of his shaft before disappearing back into your mouth so that you could attempt to draw him deeper inside.

The hushed groans coming from overhead were causing a rush of serotonin to flood your veins, every single nerve ending on your body was now standing on end. You never really “enjoyed” giving head, but it was something that was done out of necessity vs your own pleasure.

But baby… the way Ran was moaning. His voice strained, breaths coming out in short pants, was bringing about a dense almost unbearable pulsing between your thighs.

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” Moaning needily around his length, your fingers continued the diligent massage around the base of his thick cock before releasing him to pull free his balls that were still tucked away into the silk of his boxers.

You wanted him so bad. The praising, his fingers tucked away into your hair scratching lightly at your scalp, all of it was setting your body on fire. It felt as if you were melting from the inside out.

Those thighs of his became taut underneath your elbows and the all-time indicator that he was close to finishing. Things were getting sloppy, one of your hands slipping effortlessly along his shaft, while the other hand enthusiastically massaged his balls.

Holding your tongue flat along the underside of his cock you took him further into your mouth gagging at the mildly painful intrusion that bumped past your uvula. You were going to make him cum, that was your goal. You wanted to taste him, suck the soul out of him, so he would never look at you the same way again.

You were surprised when the hand in your hand tightened, and he pulled you off his dick with a loud pop. Startled, you met his heated gaze, breathing heavily through your parted lips. What kind of man didn’t want to finish from a blowjob? You were baffled.

Swallowing the wad of spit that had been sitting on your tongue, you eyed him in confusion as he merely leered down at you still positioned between his legs.

“D-don’t you want to cum in my mouth?” You meant to ask that question internally, perhaps it was the heat of the moment that had given you the courage to ask so blatantly out loud.

Ran merely grunted, a faint chuckle falling from his lips. Mewling breathily, your legs began to quiver at the sultry grin he was wearing. The distance between you was vanishing and before he provided you with any kind of answer, he was angling your head back so that he could snake his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

His hand slipped from your hair down to your nape to press your lips against his in a very greedy manner while his tongue fought yours for dominance in the sloppy kiss.

When he pulled away from you, you were out of breath, and your eyes although hazy were drawn to the thick string of saliva that snapped once he was hovering over you again.

“You want something to swallow that bad?” his voice was husky, eyes half-mast and seemingly holographic and glowing in the dim lighting of the living room.

A few quiet seconds ticked by without an audible response from you and that only prompted Ran to squeeze at your cheeks with his free hand so hard, that your lips had begun to pucker. That at least got a slight groan out of you, your eyes beginning to water further.

“Open your mouth,” Ran all but growled, releasing your face so that you could comply.

Slowly parting your lips you did as he said whilst his other hand was still slapped firmly around the nape of your neck. Your heart hammered against your chest, the almost unbearable heat of the tension between both you and Ran nearly smothering you.

You were mildly disgusted at what he was demanding from you and you already knew what was coming next, but you did it anyway, a feeble whimper crawling up your throat as you did.

Forcing your tongue out flat at wide, you curved the wet muscle awaiting what he had planned to give you. This man was a menace to your sanity, for whatever reason you just could not tell him no.

Whatever he was going to do to you, you were open and willingly going to accept it. You watched him feverishly, the way he leaned over you further to part his lips.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. His tongue inching out of his mouth to the thick dollop of spit that landed flat on the pallet of your tongue. It startled you initially and Ran’s heated gaze boring into your eyes was telling you to swallow it, without even having to say so.

With a shaky breath, you did just that your tongue drawing itself back into its place before forcing this glob of spit down your throat. You were fucking down bad, you had to be. But it wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be, it tasted of him with the lingering traces of liquor that he had been drinking earlier.

“Good girl,” he praised you, lips pulling back into a handsome grin before he fell back into place leaning back against the sofa. One of his hands fisted his cock, dexterous digits massaging lightly over the damp bulbous head. “Take that gown off for me,”

Your shoulders sank in relief upon hearing those words, that he seemed to be pleased with you. Pushing up on your knees, you stood so that you were still slotted between his thighs.

Pushing the thin straps of your evening gown off your shoulders, you maintained eye contact with Ran, giving the fingers wrapped around his cock the occasional glance. The dress went down over your bosom, exposing your tits, and then down over your hips pooling on the floor and leaving you standing in only a black lace thong.

Even though Ran had only seen you naked that one night the two of you were way past the point of being embarrassed. You let him spit in your mouth for Christ’s sake.

“Come here,” his free hand curled into the elastic band of your underwear with the intent to draw you more near and you followed the motion, sinking a knee into the cushion of the couch between his thighs.

Impatiently, your hands went to unfastening the buttons on his shirt in a desperate attempt to strip him down. Compared to you, he was fully dressed, and you wanted to feel him against you in any way possible.

You got his blouse undone; the dark silhouette of black ink artfully etched into his chest catching your eyes. It was massive, much larger than you had originally anticipated, and it only covered one-half of his chest. You weren’t afforded the opportunity to study the intricate design for more than a second or two before the feel of Ran’s fingertips ghosting themselves over your cloth-covered pussy brought you out of your own thoughts.

Sucking in a sharp breath, your legs nearly buckled while you leaned over him until you clasped onto his shoulders for some additional support.

“W-what do these tattoos mean?” you asked, the words were vacant, though you did have a slight interest.

Ran’s fingers slipped into the crotch of your underwear, the pads of his fingers streaking the wetness of the arousal between your lower lips along your slit. He groaned, sinking one and then another finger into your slick.

“Another time,” he panted hoarsely, fingers stroking slow and deep inside of you, eliciting the desperate and needy noises you were making for him.

“A-ah,” you mewled at the welcome friction, rolling your hips into the rhythm of his fingers. Your lips found his once more while he continued to stroke his long slender digits in and out of you.

Compared to yours they were longer, thicker, and reached a lot further, and deeper than yours did. The sound of him moaning into your mouth only made you wetter, your cunt clasping tightly around his fingers.

The friction, the semblance of you being fucked silly was nice, but you wanted to feel him inside. The way he was drawing this out was driving you mad.

Breaking away from his mouth, you whined above him, eyes deliberately leering down into his own.

“W-want your cock,” you sank down further onto his fingertips in an attempt to push them deeper, and Ran only hummed against your breast taking a perky nipple between his teeth.

“Now, now, I know for a fact that earlier tonight you were set on not fucking me, what’s changed?” the hand wrapped around his length migrated to your other breast, pinching the lonely nipple.

You tossed your head back at the sharp pain, still managing to thrust your hips against his hand enthusiastically.

“Mr. Haitani,” you cooed, the coil in your belly being pulled taut. “Please don’t make me beg,”

You could hear him click his tongue in disapproval a hearty chuckle following after. He knew what he was doing. He was drawing this out for as long as possible. The more he toyed with you, the more distraught you became.

The next step came sooner than later, he had stripped himself down into nothing before alternating your positions. You took his direction eagerly until he finally pushed into your gushing cunt, splitting you open from behind.

He felt bigger from this angle, an almost searing line of heat shooting up into your insides as he bottomed out inside you. He takes on a slow, almost agonizing rhythm his fingers grasping tightly at the fat of your hips. His hold is almost bruising fingertips dimpling the flesh as his hips met the fat of your ass over and over again.

You were breathless, babbling out incoherent whines as he rutted into you the occasional slap to your ass causing you to sing out in frustration from the pain.

“We are going to have to do this more often,” Ran breathed, leaning over you, his abdomen flexing while pressing into your back. “I know I let you do all the work last time, but it’s nice to see your pretty face reduced to a whimpering mess,”

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