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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART I

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Lee Know become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (10,8k words)

Author's note: Hope you like this one too. Feel free to send feedback! x

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

YOU: I'm always on the hunt. I'm always looking for the next exciting thing [giggles] I know I may sound conceited saying this but... I usually get what I want [bites lip] Well, I'm beautiful, I'm fun, I have a great body... they can't say no to me [winks] get ready 'cause I'm coming in hot!

Having all these eyes on you the moment you walk in is nothing less than your expectations.

You used to get stared at by people, it's something that you've been dealing with after you went through puberty. For one, you don't have either the big boobs or the ass, your body is... average. But people still stare at you like you have all of that on you.

That's when you learn that sex appeal doesn't have anything to do with your appearance.

You can engage in a boring conversation with someone and they'd still find you sexy. Sex appeal is a gift, a very lethal gift.

"Hi, everyone!" You sweetly greet them with an elegant wave of hand.

"Girl, you're really cute!" One of the females says.

You smile even though you prefer to be called anything but cute, coming from her makes it sounds like you're small and not a threat to them.

However, a compliment is a compliment and maybe she meant it in a good way.

"You too," you return the compliment with a quick cheek-to-cheek kiss.

Skipping the females, you go straight to introduce yourself to the male guests, "Hi, hello!"

There are three of them, blonde, brunette, dark-haired, chocolate, vanilla, and caramel. They got everything in here and you can't decide which one you want to taste first.

"Jai!" The dark-haired says. The tattoos covering his left sleeve catch your attention.

You know that accent everywhere, "Australian. I like it," you say with a flirty smile.

You turn to the next one, "And you are?"

"Luca," he answers with a rather different accent.

It's hard to tell but he's tall with a very well-built body, it's safe to say he's an athlete.

"Do you play sports?"

"I'm a professional footballer," he answers.

"Soccer?" You ask for confirmation because football means a different sport in a few countries.

He nods, "Do you like it?"

"Well, I like what I'm seeing," you shamelessly reply.

It amuses him so much that he laughs, "I mean, soccer," he corrects himself.

"Only when you're playing," you answer without a beat.

You move on to the blonde one that has the biggest body out of the three. It's hard to miss those abs even with his oiled body reflecting the sun at you.

"Bryan," he introduces and doesn't hesitate to kiss your cheek.

"You're so big," you say in awe.

"The bigger the better?"

You grab a glass and let him pour you one, "Well, cheers to that!"

YOU: Oh... [fans your neck] They're all so hot. Not sure I can survive in this heat.

It's better to consider the other female guests as your friends rather than competitors.

They're all attractive and have their own charms, it's not like you're here to compare looks. You're here to have fun in a show called Pleasure Island.

From the name of it, you can imagine all the fun you can have and hopefully, get some action in the process.

The next male guest who enters the villa is a bit shorter than the previous ones, he has long curly hair and a great body.

He comes in your direction and introduces himself to you first before anyone else.

"I'm Jack!" He says with a smile that showcases his perfect white teeth.

"Hi, you have a nice smile!" You say.

"I love your smile," he flirts back with a subtle wink.

He leaves quite an impression on you, he has wild youthful charms.

YOU: Jack is cute. He'll make a cute boy toy. If you know what I mean.

It comes down to the last guest.

Your eyes are already busy silently checking them out while sipping your fruity cocktail but how can you say no to another body you can ogle on?

This guy sure has a lot of confidence in him. Wide strides, a sly smile, and a face that would make Michelangelo rise from his grave just to immortalize it into a sculpture.

Sadly, he only introduces himself briefly to everyone from the other end of the group of people lining up to face the camera.

"I'm Minho," he shortly announces his name with an enigmatic smile that would make Monalisa run for her money.

There's something about him, something you can't put your finger on. He got the body, and the face, he even got that improved, sexier version of The Kubrick stare.

You quietly watch him as he speaks to a girl with rosy cheeks, ginger hair, and a Scottish accent, you believe her name is Maisie.

Something about him makes you can't look away. A part of it must be because he's pleasing to the eyes and the other part is... You are simply attracted to him.

It feels as if he knows he trapped you in his magnetic field, he catches you looking.

Instead of looking away, you stare deeply into his eyes and sending him signals that you're indeed attracted that you can't stop looking.

Before it turns into an intense staring contest, you slyly smile and raise your glass at him for a toast.

He slightly raises his glass as well and sips it without breaking his eye contact with you.

That means signals received so let's see if he gets them right.

YOU: Minho is dangerous but who likes to play safe anyway? Definitely, not me [smirks]

"I like Jai. He's hot..." says the beautiful girl with strawberry blond hair, Agnes.

It's obvious that she'll be the main character of this show. She's hot, very likable, and has a perfect smile that would get her teeth-whitening ads.

"What about you?" She asks the tallest girl with legs for days, Zara.

Her dark skin glows under the sun and her curly hair flows down her back, radiating that goddess beauty.

"I like Bryan. I like big boy," she answers.

"And apparently, you like vanilla too, huh?" you playfully add.

Everyone cracks a laugh at your witty response and accidentally takes your turn to answer, "I like Jack, he's cute. I like cute boys."

YOU: Jack is the safest choice for now. I have my eyes on Minho too but I want to check the competition first.

"Yeah, he is, I think he's the youngest of them all," the one with midnight hair and light brown eyes, Alia.

Maisie nods in agreement, "But I got my eyes on Minho," she says.

The first competition appears and you keep your face straight, playing dumb.

"Oh, good choice!" You calmly respond.

"Did you see his face? He's so beautiful, like a Greek God!" Maisie says with a dramatic sigh.

"And his body, ooh..." Alia adds, overwhelmed by just the thought of Minho.

"Oh, you like him too?" Maisie asks, faking her surprised tone.

"Yeah, I'm going for him, he's so my type," Alia daringly says.

Forget what you said about them as your friends!

Maisie and Alia are your competitors now but you're not going to declare a war just yet. For now, you want to gather as much intel as possible to assess the probability of winning against them.

YOU: Minho is quite the ladies' favorite I see.

You're the last person to come into the bedroom and everyone seems to have chosen their territory.

There are five beds anyway, you're not afraid of not getting one and you're alright sleeping with anyone.

Maisie can have her victory when you see her getting onto Minho's bed.

You sit on the sofa looking away and when everyone else is busy chatting with each other, you look at Minho's direction laying down with hands tucked under his head.

Once your eyes make contact and lock in a gaze, you keep staring into his eyes with your thumb tugged between your teeth.

When you deem he gets the message as he flashes you his signature half-smirk, you look away and shift your attention to someone else.

"What's good, Jack?" You ask him who's looking lonely on his bed.

"You," he answers.

"I think I'm more than just good," you tell him with a flirtatious laugh.

"There's only one way to prove it," his eyes that keep looking at anywhere but your face tells it all.

YOU: Jack is just so... feisty? He's so young, so eager. He's like a rabbit, ready to have sex 24/7. A jackrabbit.

The theme for tonight's party is Greek Gods and Goddesses.

The males are wearing togas while the females are wearing white and gold dresses with less fabric and high slits on them. You put on a dress with a plunging neckline and a golden headpiece on the crown of your hair. Not forgetting to put layers of lipstick on because nothing arouses men more than seeing red-painted lips.

The male cheers when all the females are descending the stairs to the beach where the party is held. There's a bonfire, glasses of cocktails ready for everyone to grab, and platters of food arranged so beautifully to snack on.

To get it started, music is blasting through speakers so everyone can warm up with a dance, gyrating and humping against each other and whatnot.

You notice Jai and Agnes already got things going on as you caught them kissing in between changes of songs.

While Jack is hopelessly trying to get something out of you for a while.

At one point, you let him rest his hands on your hips as he stands behind you, dancing and rubbing yourself against him as a little treat for him.

YOU: Everyone is looking so hot, so divine... the sexual tension is rising and the night hasn't even started yet.

The music abruptly stops playing and everyone is told to sit down while Jack is taking center stage, announcing a game everyone is going to play.

"Nectar is the drink of the Olympian gods but unlike them, we have a new way to drink it!" He begins by sharing a little knowledge of the Greek mythology.

You have zero idea what it's got to do with a game everyone is about to play.

"Everyone is going to stand here and let the other Gods or Goddesses drink the nectar from their bodies," he explains, pointing to a bowl of honey on the table.

A few of them coo in excitement and probably start thinking about what they're going to do with it.

"Nothing is off-limits! It's whatever, wherever, whoever you want to do," he playfully remarks.

Bryan is the first one to take his turn and he stands there with his big body, looking like a true Greek God in his toga and crown.

You see that Zara wastes no time to take her chance, taking a spoonful of honey and letting it dribble down his abs. She drops to her knees to lick the honey clean on his glorious abs.

"Whoo!" You howl and applaud her because she sets the standards so high already.

She doesn't miss the chance to kiss him after, getting his big boy just like she planned. Now that's hot!

It gets crazier with each turn and you want to have fun as well, ultimately, you want to show everyone how to get it done.

It's Agnes's turn. You don't usually have a thing for blonde but she's pretty and she'll make a great conquest.

Before Jai can have his chance, you dash toward her and brush her lips with honey right with your finger. She has soft lips and you're so eager to taste it.

You lean in and passionately kiss her, showing off your skill in kissing and giving everyone a little show. Just as expected, kissing her only convinces you that girls are better kissers.

"Oh, damn!" You faintly hear one of the males exclaim.

Agnes gasps as she lets go of the kiss and suddenly, Jai takes over from you, afraid that you'll take her from him.

YOU: It's a party. I want to have a lot of fun and kiss everyone.

You return to your seat with a triumphant smile on your face, on the way, you shot a glance at Minho to dare him.

However, both Maisie and Alia didn't get any from him. You start to wonder if he's going to kiss someone at all or not. When it's Minho's turn though, Maisie is excitedly put honey on his neck and licks it off for him, finishing it with a kiss on his lips.

Alia takes her turn after, kissing him right on the lips and well, you must admit that he's a good kisser. He's lacking in hand placement.

Sure, you would love to get up there and show him what a good kisser you are.

YOU: It's still day one. There'll be lots of opportunities to kiss him and if not, I'll make the opportunity myself.

When it comes to your turn, you expect nothing from Jack but he's waiting for it, rubbing his hands together, impatient to execute his plan on you.

"Come, get your honey," you playfully say.

Jack picks up the whole bowl of honey and pours it down your cleavage. You're gasping the second the sticky liquid lands on your skin and trickles down the valley between your breasts.

Putting the bowl down, Jack dives right in and buries his face between your breasts, he's smearing the honey all over instead of licking it off of you.

You admire his creativity for this even though you know it's coming from the pit of his lewd, juvenile brain.

"Oh, yeah!" He lets a celebratory roar but it soon dies down as someone else comes toward you in his confident, wide strides.

Your stomach is fluttering as Minho stands right in front of you, looking like Adonis with his sharp nose and chiseled jaws, got you holding your breath and wondering what he's about to do to you.

Minho is unpredictable which is exactly what you're looking for in a man.

You see he dips his two fingers into the honey and brings them close to your lips, smearing it all over. Your lungs are shrinking the longer you hold your breath yet you can't seem to breathe when he's leaning so close and about to...

Minho doesn't kiss you. Instead of that, he licks your lips and you can feel his hot tongue on your lips. One lick is all it takes to make your heart skip a beat.

When you think he's done, Minho tugs your lower lip between his teeth and gently bites it, pulling at it before letting it go.

As he takes a step back, Minho shoves his fingers to his mouth, a half smirk that signified he just evened the score with you.

YOU: Minho got the signals after all [slyly smiles]

When the host of the show enters you finally snap yourself out of it.

"Wild night, huh?" He asks everyone.

"Yeah!" Bryan answers the loudest.

"It gets wilder because I have a surprise for you guys!" The host announces.

That gets everyone excited, guessing what kind of surprise they'll bring on the first night of the show. They expect so much because everything has been great already. More girls? More boys? A celebrity guest? A DJ?

"Are you guys ready?"

Everyone is hyped, shooting up from their seats and jumping in excitement like kids on Christmas morning.

"Bring it in!"

The attention shifts to the two staff carrying a big wooden box and placing it in the center. The anticipation is rising and everyone can't wait to see what's inside.

"Five! Four! Three! Two..."

Everyone counting down the second and when it finally gets to one, the side of the box opens, revealing a cone-shaped thing inside, lighting up in purple colors.

Then you hear the infamous ding sound that you know for sure it's coming from Lana, the ultimate cockblocker.

Your excitement fizzles out in a second and drop your head on your hands, "Oh, fuck!"

Maisie squeals while Agnes shrieks in horror and the rest are wondering what is that thing, oblivious to the fact that they're about to be forced into celibacy.

"Is that an air freshener?" Jai asks in pure confusion.

"That's Lana!" You say.

"What?" He cringes and is still confused.

"She's going to cockblock us!" You concisely tell him what's about to happen to all of you.

"We're on Too Hot To Handle!" Zara breaks the news for everyone and makes it real for you that you're trapped in this show.

"Hello, I'm Lana, your personal digital assistant!" The cone starts speaking.

"Welcome to the retreat!"

YOU: What. The actual. Fuck?

"The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper and more emotional connections."

Alia whines and then sighs, "I signed up for dicks," she lowly mutters.

You lowly laugh at her words, not realizing that you're also laughing at your pain.

"For the last 12 hours, I have been watching you and learning about your behavior. You have been selected as all of you are having meaningless flings over genuine relationships."

The more Lana speaks the more you feel like fainting. Can't believe that she threw a party, and got everyone all hot and bothered, delivering shocking news in the middle of it to let everyone know that they can't have a release at the end of it.

"As part of your social development, I have allocated a prize of $200,000."

YOU: That much money makes me horny, to be honest.

"How about I give you $200,000 for you to go away, Lana?" Luca jokingly offers but it falls short since Lana has no ears.

Even if she had one, she wouldn't listen to him anyway, Lana is her own boss.

"However, I will deduct money from the prize fund if there are breaches of the rules."

Looking at them and how wild the things they've done this night alone, you can tell that there'll be not much money left at the end.

"For those of you who need reminding, there is to be no kissing...."

"Fuck!" Zara bluntly curses.

"No heavy petting, no sex..."

"Oh, my God!" Agnes panicking, looking like she's about to hyperventilating.

"And no self-gratification."

Jack's eyebrow raises in question, "What's that mean?"

"No masturbating," you tell him with a sad smile.

He looks devastated as if you've just told him a relative has died, "for real?"

You stifle a nod.

"Welcome to your long, hard, sexless summer," Lana finishes.

YOU: Boys make me horny. Money makes me horny. I'm fucked.

Everyone in the dressing room is groaning and complaining about the turn of Pleasure Island into No Pleasure Island with Lana ending the party for everyone.

You don't want to be dragged down into the misery pit and decide to finish your night routine quickly, wanting to end the day already.

Minho's bed is right next to the door and he's laying there as if he's been waiting for you.

"You'll sleep on this bed," he says, stopping you from walking.

You tip your head to the side, then let out a low chuckle, "How are you so sure?"

He leans back on his pillow and puts his hands under his head, "because I'm sleeping here," he answers.

Minho is so cocky, so pretty, a menacing force in this retreat and you're intrigued to see what it feels like to sleep with the devil's advocate.

You crawl onto the bed and lay next to him, not showing any signs that you'll fall into his temptations, at least, not tonight.

YOU: Well, as expected, the best girl won!

The next thing you anticipate is how Maisie or Alia is going to react to seeing you in one bed with Minho.

Minho has his hand resting on your stomach like he's trying to hold you down, not letting you go anywhere even though you're under the cover with him, chatting with Agnes who's occupying the next bed with Jai.

Maisie is the first one to see that her number one guy is on the bed with someone else, she glances away and is left with no choice but to sleep with Jack tonight.

You don't have to look to know that she's throwing daggers at you with her eyes from across the room.

And Alia looks calm about it, she's going to sleep with Luca anyway. Perhaps, she's switching onto his lane tonight.

"No one breaks the rules tonight!" Bryan remarks.

There's always that one guy who's going to protect the money but it's a surprise that it's going to be Bryan.

"Be good!" He warns once again as he looks around the room.

Something about being reminded not to do something though only encourages all of these horn dogs to do it.

You turn your head to see Minho and can't tell what he'd likely do. With most men, you can easily tell everything about them but Minho... he is uncharted territory but it's a good thing that you're eager to explore.

YOU: Minho is so perfect and I feel the need to violate it.

You're usually jealous to see anyone prettier than you but not with Minho.

Instead of being jealous, you want to admire him, and worship him like a divine being he is. You hesitate to touch him because it doesn't feel real to exist in the same space and time with him.

It's getting dangerous now that the lights are out and anything can happen in the dark.

He turns to lie on his side and face you, with the dim light coming from the sleep lamps you can see his eyes are open and looking at you.

You reach for his hair and put the strand away from curtaining his forehead, "Are you going to be good tonight?" You keep your voice low as everyone else is going to sleep.

His hand finds your waist under the cover and then he answers, "I don't know."

He then slides his hand to the arch of your back and using all of his strength, he pulls you close until your body is against him.

Brushing your hair to the side, he then brings his mouth close to your ear and whispers, "We'll see."

His vague answers only make you feel uneasy but your chest is overflowing with excitement that you can't sleep, even when you're sleeping, you feel alerted with every movement of his body against you.

In the middle of the night, he disrupts your sleep with a gentle kiss on your neck. He then slides down the strap of your tank top so he can place kisses along your collarbone.

The quiet in the room is filled with the rustles coming from this bed as Minho hovers above you, he takes both of your hands and pins them above your head.

You believe he specifically chooses this time to see if you can keep it quiet as he places kisses down your neck and chest. Each kiss leaves a searing mark on your skin with a few low moans slipping past your mouth.

You don't even try to break away from the hand pinning your hands by the wrists but can't stay still as he's teasing you more by kissing you all over your face, except your lips.

He teased you earlier by only licking your lips and by doing this, he wants to see how far can you go and see if he can make you push the limit.

Minho is a fucking sadist but what can you do when you get pleasure in pain?

He lands his lips so close to your lips that you reflexively open your mouth, ready to return his kiss but he retracts himself, you can see how pathetic you are from the way he's looking down at you.

"Are you going to be good tonight?" He asks you back, then loosening the hold around your hands.

Minho is turning the table back, leaving the decision whether to rule break or not to you.

In that case, he was wrong to think you'd be afraid to be the first to rule break.

YOU: Well, I mean... [bites lips] I've never been a good girl anyway.

That half-smirk of his is mocking you but he looks so damn attractive whenever he does that.

You hate losing but for this one time, you're going to like it.

"You fucking tease," you mutter to him, putting your hand on the nape of his neck and bringing his head close.

The bad wins tonight and you can feel the burn as both of your lips touch and clash in a blazing kiss that sets your body on fire.

You wrap your legs around his waist and draw him closer, leaving not even an inch between your bodies, your breasts squashed between your chests.

You kiss him hard and deep, making the most of it knowing that it will cost you money. Your hands are tugging at his soft locks.

His tongue skillfully parts your lips open and invades your mouth, deepening the kiss to get as much taste as he can. He is one phenomenal kisser and even if you had to die of asphyxiation, you don't want to stop.

However, you still want to live to play this game with him and he seems to have the same plan by the way he slowly pulling away. You both gasp for air the second you let go of the kiss.

You land soft pecks on his cheek and neck, turning his head to the side, You whisper "I let you win tonight," then playfully bite his ear.

YOU: And just like that, we're the first to break the rules in the retreat.

"Good morning!" Agnes cheerfully greets everyone the second the lights are on.

"Morning!" You mumble your reply, still feeling sleepy with how little you slept last night.

Bryan pinches the bridge of his nose and scans everyone to spot any guilty faces, he looks even bigger topless next to Zara who owns a model body.

"I really thought I was dreaming that I'm in Too Hot To Handle," Agnes innocently shares.

You softly laugh at that and indirectly, at the satire of your own life. You turn to look at Minho, looking so beautiful even when he's just woken up from sleep.

"How about you?" You put your leg over him under the cover, rubbing his shin with your toes.

"Did you dream a sweet dream?"

Minho slouches down on his pillow, looking like he's about to go back to sleep, "It was sweet but it wasn't a dream."

He casually says that like it wouldn't bring back the recollection of how the two of you kissed last night and you're not going to lie, it gets you wet just thinking about it.

YOU: Waking up next to him, the first thought that comes to mind is our kiss last night. Gosh... it was so fucking hot.

"Didn't you say you like Jack?" Zara asks the second both of you are out of everyone's earshot.

"But I didn't say I only like him," you playfully respond.

She giggles in amusement, "You're a trouble. I like it," she says.

Working out with her at the beach, earning you some tips and exercises you can to get her perfect body figure.

"You got some real competitions though," she says while doing a minute-long plank.

You're running out of breath but manage to answer her, "So?"

Zara chuckles again, "You're not afraid you're juggling two men and going against two girls at once?"

When she puts it like that it sounds like you're creating a problem for yourself. In this retreat, you can't just do whatever you want without getting the consequences considering that you're locked in with them for the next few weeks.

"Well... I like Minho more," you tell her and drop to the mat as one minute has passed.

"Yeah?" She asks for further details.

"But he makes me second guessing everything," you concisely explain.

You turn over and cover your eyes to shield them from the morning sun, "with Jack, it's easier. I don't have to think around him."

Zara turns to start doing side plank, "You're not looking for a good pet here!" She playfully scolds you.

You laugh and follow her lead to do the same, "Unless Minho likes someone else then he's my number one right now."

Zara gently slaps your butt, almost sending you toppled to the front, "that's a good girl!"

YOU: It's only day two and the options are still open but I know what I want. I want Minho.

It's convenient that the dressing room is empty at this time with most of everyone already dressed and dolled up for the day.

"Did anything happen with big boy Bryan last night?" You slyly ask while she's putting her fake lashes on.

She lets out a long sigh in response and slaps her spatula on the table, "What do you expect from an accountant?"

It all makes sense now. Bryan is an accountant, he thinks about the money more than treating his girlfriend with a smooch.

You burst into laughter and stop applying mascara, "hate to say it to you but you chose the wrong guy to be in the show with."

She glares at you from her table then looks back in the mirror, "he chose to play the good cop so that leaves me no choice but to play the bad cop."

"Ooo..." you coo, impressed with her determination to make Bryan break the rule with her.

"If you need a smooch, just know that I will give it to you in a heartbeat," you tell her with a sly smile.

Luca walks in on you applying sunblock on each other's body and he refrains from getting to his locker.

"What did I walk into?" He confoundedly asks.

As Zara bends down against the table, you lather sunblock on her ample butt then slap at it, entertaining the sole spectator in the room.

Luca is too stunned to speak that he's just standing there with his locker door open, "Damn. Do that again!"

The sight that welcomes you as you walk out of the house is of Minho in the pool with the Maisie and you owe it to her to give her a chance, making it a play fair.

You turn the other way and decide to sunbathe on the lounger with Alia, chatting about some good skincare products since she's done some beauty ads.

After a while, you see Agnes and Jai walking back from the beach. From the way Jai is grinning from ear to ear, you can tell that they did something that cost some money.

"Hey, girls," she innocently greets you both and sits on the farthest lounger.

"Hey," you reply then exchange a look with Alia.

She seems to also get the same impression and straightforwardly asks Agnes about it, "Did you just spend some money?"

Knowing that she has a bad poker face, Agnes licks her lips and stifles a nod.

"Oh, no..." Alia sighs and picks up her water tumbler from the floor to take a sip.

You see Jai is joining Luca and Jack in the pool, it's only about time that everyone knows someone has broken a rule and the others will soon take their turn.

YOU: They just didn't know that they're not the first to break the rules, eh? [bites thumb]

Zara packed a lot of outfits with her and you get to borrow one.

"I'm going to look so hot Bryan can't say no to me," she remarks.

You must admire her confidence and it's indeed looking good on her, you should have some on you as well if you want to win this competition.

The night is cool with a warm breeze blowing from the sea, carrying the salty air ashore. It's so easy to locate Minho since he's the only one that always catches your eye.

He's wearing a white shirt with the three top buttons open, exposing his chest muscles, and sitting with his legs spreading open.

You feel like dropping to your knees between those muscular legs and... you push the thought away. You focus on the mission you have to do.

One of the things you like about Minho is that he doesn't waste time, he's straightforward and that's what you're about to do, going straight to business.

"Calling for me?" You poke fun even though he doesn't say anything but sipping his drink by himself.

The sofa can fit three people but Minho's thick thighs are looking so comfortable you can't help yourself to sit on them.

"Do I look good?" You take his hand and put it on your waist.

"Not bad," he answers.

He reclines on the sofa, head tilting upward looking at you and that way, you can admire his beautiful face from the top, inexplicably never getting tired of it.

There's no need for words when you can see everything in his eyes, the way he's intensely staring into your eyes with his thumb lazily rubbing the arch of your back.

The tension is there and it's electrifying, you feel alive when you're with him.

"I like your eyes..." you say as you put your hand on his jaw and your eyes drop to his lips.

Minho softly laughs because he knows you're looking nowhere near his eyes when you say it. He puts a finger under the thin strap of your dress and twirls it around his finger.

"I like yours too," he says back as he's undressing you with his eyes.

YOU: God! I want him and I'm going to get him.

Putting your hands around his neck, you draw him close and put a few inches of safe space between your faces.

Pfft, it's not like it's going to stop you from breaking the rules.

"Are you going to be good tonight?" You ask.

"I haven't decided yet," he shortly answers.

You lean into whisper into his ear, "If you're good then I'll give you something as good later."

Now Minho knows what you mean by being good. That he won't let anyone turn his head or get tempted to break the rules with someone else.

Knowing his nature, you doubt that it will not stop him but it's worth trying. He got a taste of it last night and there's a big possibility that he wants more of it.

You softly kiss his cheek and take his glass of drink from his hand, not hesitating to take a sip.

Let's see how the night goes.

YOU: I think it's going to be a good night.

Too much confidence isn't good either.

You feel a little bitter when you see Minho openly flirting with Alia just a few feet away from you. A moment after that, he talks to Maisie.

You scoff because he decides to turn it into his game and you know what?

You feel like making him sweat a little, especially with Jack sitting across from you and checking you out long enough that you can't ignore it anymore.

You lay on your side and decide to tease him a little, "Nice shirt!"

His mouth curls into a sly smile, "Nice body!" He shamelessly compliments you back.

Agnes comes into the scene and sits on the sofa, letting you rest your head on her lap.

"How about me?" She asks.

His smile grows wider, "You two are on the top of my list!"

"Really?" Agnes asks in curiosity as she drags the letter R.

He points at you and says, "I'm obsessed with you but I think you know that."

"Whoa!" You respond in awe, surprised by how daring and blunt he is.

YOU: I'm not going to lie but I like the attention Jack is giving me right now.

You make a space between you and Agnes, patting it as you tell him, "Come sit here!"

Agnes folds her legs on the sofa and also tells him to come, "We're not going to bite unless you want us to," she says.

Jack, like the puppy he is, hops onto the sofa and sits between you and Agnes.

You lean in close to his side and put one leg over his thigh, slipping your hand into his brown, curly hair.

"Not sure about some bites but Jack wants some kisses," he confidently demands like the two of you would easily give it to him.

Agnes looks at you and you look back at her, in a few seconds of eye contact you know that she wants to do it, she shares the same chaotic energy with you.

"Jack wants some kisses, huh?" You childishly talk to him.

Jack turns his head to look at you and puckers his lips.

"Only if you say please!" You tell him.

"Please..." he pleads by adorably dragging the word.

You grab his chin and lean in to kiss him which he eagerly returns with so much passion, trying to show you what he got.

Not wanting to give him too much, you pull away from the kiss and say, "Agnes is a better kisser," you jokingly say to bruise his little ego.

"Yeah?" He says with an eyebrow raised.

"Why don't you try yourself?" You dare him.

Jack turns to the other side and Agnes doesn't give him one second to prepare himself, showing him how to get it done. You take your drink and sip it while watching them kiss in front of you.

YOU: I kissed Jack not because I have a feeling for him. We're just having fun [shrugs]

It was an eventful night.

Even though you have no idea what Minho did the rest of the night, you don't want to think too much about it, especially after what you've done behind him.

Thankfully, Lana hasn't announced any rule breaks yet and you can sleep in peace for tonight.

You walk to the bedroom in heavy steps and hate that you're feeling scared that Minho suddenly decides to sleep with someone else after being busy flirting with everyone the whole night.

You never know with him and this time, there's no excitement, it's just anxiety. You push the door with your shoulder and find the bed is still empty, you reckon he's still washing up.

Jack flashes you a smile as you get under the cover and it's only making you more anxious. You get startled when the bed shifts as Minho climbs from the other side.

Since he's not that cuddly of a person, you take his arm out so you can rest your head on it and snuggle close to his side, letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

"How was your night, my beautiful man?" You ask, your hand gently rubbing down his clothed chest.

"Good," he replies, twirling his finger around the thin strap of your black tank top.

"I can make it better," you whisper, lowering your hand down until your fingers meet the waistband of his boxer.

He looks at you and one corner of his mouth raises into his signature half-smirk, "No one is stopping you."

Bryan catches the two of you being suspicious and points it out at everyone, "Hands where I can see them!" He orders.

Instead of complying, Minho shoves your other hand under the cover and keeps them there.

"Minho, man, come on!" Bryan hopelessly scolds him.

It's in the dark that Minho once again starts his exploration.

He pulls you by the waist until there's not an inch of gap left between your bodies, you perfectly mold into his body as he spoons you from behind.

As he presses his lips on the nape of your neck, his hand traces the side of your body, stopping on the back of your thigh to squeeze the soft flesh there.

"I've been good tonight," he whispers to you.

You softly chuckle, not expecting that he'll be asking for what you promised him.

Without turning, you softly slip your hand in his hair, "Really?"

He places a long peck on your jaw, "mmh."

You turn to lay on your stomach and prop a hand under your head, leisurely looking at his beautiful face in the dark.

The plan was you're going to tease him just like he did with you the other night but after what you did and the assurance you got from that misbehavior. You want to show him that you don't want to play a game tonight, or ever again.

Tenderly, you caress his face and hold his jaw as you lean in, kissing him so slowly yet passionately. Minho seems to sense that there's something different about the kiss.

He brushes your hair to the side and holds it there as he returns the kiss to you, his other hand is slipped under your tanktop, splayed on your back with his thumb faintly rubbing the skin.

If only breathing wasn't necessary, you would keep kissing him.

You pull away and press your head close to the side of his head, placing little kisses on his jaw.

"That's money well spent," you comment.

He turns his head to face you and it only entices you to kiss him again but immediately refrain out of the fear of being head-locked by Bryan's giant arms tomorrow.

You sweetly kiss his cheek and lowly mutter, "Goodnight!"

Minho glides his hand up to your neck and looks at you, "Goodnight!"

YOU: Honestly, I wasn't thinking of Minho when I kissed Jack but after it happened, it only got to me then that I really like him.

When you wake up, anxiety dawns on you.

You feel sick in the stomach when Lana chimes in and lights up in the corner of the room.

"Good morning, everyone!"

You silently plead that Lana would not drop the news this soon. Not when you just woke up from a nice, long sleep with Minho cuddling you all night.

"Morning," you meekly answer with a yawn at the end and accidentally meet Agnes's eyes on the next bed, exchanging a knowing, uneasy glance.

"Today's weather will be sunny with highs of 82⁰ Fahrenheit and there will be zero chance of sex."

Jai breaks into laughter and puts his arm around Agnes's shoulder, "She's fucking quality, she is."

The day barely started, you can already tell it's not going to be a good one. You're counting down the minutes or even seconds until Lana tells everyone all of your sins.

YOU: I'm a bit on edge. Not a bit actually. I'm on THE edge.

Even after a session of yoga with Alia, doesn't help you relax at all.

You've done this plenty of times before, going from one casual partner to another in the blink of an eye and never feeling the slightest bit guilty about it. You don't know what changed when you're playing the same game and the only difference is that you're doing it with Minho.

It's after you showered and are immersed in the girl's talk while doing your make-up you finally can have a little peace.

"Have you cracked big boy Bryan yet?" You ask Zara.

Zara carefully swipes the brush on her cheekbones to apply some highlighter, "Girl, as if!"

"That big body comes with a tough personality too," Agnes comments, squinting her eyes to draw a neat line of black eyeliner.

"When we cuddle in bed, he locked me with his arms to make sure I didn't do anything," Zara rants, borrowing your pencil liner without asking.

"You should be grateful that he didn't headlock you to sleep," Alia chimes in as she braids her hair in front of the mirror.

You and Agnes are breaking into laughter at the same time.

That's when Lana decides that it's time for judgment. The cone chimes, startling everyone in the dressing room.

"Hello, girls!" She says.

Zara fans her eyes as she just puts on her fake lashes, "What's up, Lana?"

"Please gather everyone to the cabana!" She orders.

You exchange a knowing and uneasy glance with Agnes as your heart is beating out of your chest. Every step you take to get to the cabana is getting heavier the closer you get there.

There's a space next to Minho on the sofa but sitting next to him will only make you more anxious. You sit in the middle between Luca and Maisie, it's safer to be out of Minho's sight.

"I wonder who kissed who?" Luca asks with a haunting tone.

YOU: Counting my own mistakes, I know for sure that I broke the rules three times [shakes head in disappointment]

Your concern is not the money.

You believe someone else broke a rule or two as well. For example, everyone knew about Jai and Agnes's kiss at the beach.

Also, you're not afraid to admit the ones you committed together with Minho, it's the other ones that you're not proud of.

The sickening sound of Lana coming online makes your heart drop to your stomach.

"Hello, everyone!"

You can't find it in you to reply to her and awkwardly smile in response while everyone else is weakly returning her greeting.

"You were brought here to form deeper emotional connections and were given rules to adhere to. Those rules forbid sexual contact."

Even though Lana is a high-tech virtual assistant, you can hear in her voice that she's not pleased with everyone.

"Despite this, yesterday, your flagrant disregard for the rules has resulted in a deduction of $21,000."

There is a mix of shrieks, gasps, and curses happening all at once. Well, at least, now you know you're not the only one spending the money.

"You guys are blowing it," Alia says in disappointment.

"In total, there were seven rule breaks," Lana shares further details.

YOU: I contributed three out of those seven rule breaks but who did the other four? [squints eyes]

"Time to fess up!" Bryan calls the shot.

Everyone is looking at each other and trying to see any guilty faces. After a while, Minho points at you and calmly says, "I kissed her twice."

Now, that's a man. Minho doesn't falter as he owns up to his misdeeds and even says that it was he who kissed you when in fact, you were the first one to cave in to the temptations.

Maybe it's because of how fast Minho comes clean about it or it could be because of how overwhelming for him to know that two rules have been broken, Bryan only sighs and then moves on to find where the rest of the money went, "how about the other five?"

You gulp air again and pass the turn to someone else. Jai has the worst poker face he can't keep himself from grinning, "We did too," he says while half laughing, "You guys knew we did it on the beach once and did it again last night."

Agnes is looking down on her lap as Jai admits everything and adds an apology at the end, "I'm sorry, you guys!"

Bryan closes his eyes and his eyelids flutter, "Okay then, anyone else?"

Luca who's sitting next to you suddenly raises his hand, "I kissed Maisie last night," he confesses.

That is not what you expect and you're aware that you're getting in between them by sitting there. You didn't know Maisie had given up on Minho already.

"Just once!" He quickly adds.

Maisie even backs him up right after, "We shared a moment and we wanted to see if there's chemistry."

That shocks everyone but Bryan seems to give him a pass for only breaking one rule. Not sure what he'll do when he finds out about the last two rule breaks.

Agnes has been avoiding everyone's eyes and you don't expect much from Jack, he's staying quiet because no one suspects anything because he's harmless and the youngest.

YOU: But I have to be honest, right?

"I kissed Jack," you blurt out.

There's a long pause then Zara snaps her head in your direction, "What?"

Luca laughs next to you, "Look at him, sitting there all quiet," he says and keeps laughing afterward

A grin blooms on Jack's face, maybe it's the grand scene that he's been pictured in his head that he's not what everyone thought he was.

"Well, it's obviously because I like her," he shortly explains.

He rubs his chin and continues speaking, "And I don't regret that one if I'm being honest."

You've been avoiding looking at Minho's direction but you get the urge to see his reaction, not sure what you're expecting but he looks strangely calm about this.

When he's about to look your way, you hurriedly look away though.

You turn to look at the other culprit who's smiling like an angel next to her guy and you can't go down on your own.

"Agnes!" You call and wait until she looks at you to say, "You kissed Jack too!'

"WHAT?" Zara gasps and then covers her mouth, her eyes widen in surprise.

"Why did you do that?" Bryan asks since she's sitting close to her.

Jai who's sitting next to her looks not pleased at all, leaning back with his hands balled into fists on his sides. You would love to see Minho get a little upset too but when you glance his way, he looks not bothered at all.

Now that the offenders have admitted their crimes, Lana can announce the damages done to the prize money.

"I must also inform you that with these multiple rule breaks that happened in the last 24 hours, I have been left with no choice but to double the fine as of this moment."

Bryan's face drops onto his big hands and brushes his head to the back, making his combed hair disheveled in a second.

"Which means $42,000 has been deducted from the prize fund."

There are moans and groans of complaints but there's nothing anyone can do except try to keep their hands to themselves from now on.

"No more spending!" Bryan remarks, crossing his muscular hands together to form the letter X.

Everyone else is nodding in agreement but with almost a quarter of the prize money lost in one day, you're not the only one feeling pessimistic that there would be money left at the end of the retreat.

YOU: That means I spent $18,000 in one night? Whoops.

What makes them think that doing bondage in a workshop would help to take your mind off sex?

You're not sure if that's what the workshop is going to be but you see the waxed ropes and that's the first thing you have in mind.

"Today, we're going to learn Shibari," the guest sex expert announces.

"An ancient Japanese technique used to improve intimacy and trust in relationships," she shares with everyone.

Minho and you have no problem with intimacy but with what you've done recently, it seems that Minho is likely to have a trust issue with you.

"It's a bit more risque but it really does teach people how to trust which is the foundation for any long-lasting relationship," the expert further explains.

"Have you guys ever played with bondage, handcuffs, or any type of restraints?" The expert asks.

A few raise their hands in pride and you see Minho as the experimental type, always open to everything. You don't see him raising his hand, he's too busy shielding his face from the sun.

You take the first turn and can't decide which one you want to do, you haven't done this. Picking up the smaller rope in red color, you decide to do the simplest one called the Hand Prayer tie.

Minho doesn't need to be told, he puts both hands together in front of him and lets you tie rope around it.

"It goes around the middle fingers," he instructed.

As expected, Minho knows how to do this. It's a piece of information that both excites and scares you but in the best way.

After a lot of errors, you are finally done and not impressed with how you didn't tie the rope tight enough that Minho has no problem taking it off without your help.

YOU: Oh, yep, just exactly what Minho needs right now: tie me up.

"Are you ready?" Minho asks as he takes the bigger rope in the color black.

Now that he's about to tie you, you suddenly get a little nervous too.

"No," you answer with a low laugh.

He starts by turning you around, making you stand with your back facing him, not allowing you to see which knot he's going to do with.

"Hands to the back," he orders with his head looming on your shoulder.

You comply right away, putting your hands to the back.

"Shibari is based on power play. When you're the person with the rope, the rigger, you're actually the one who is surrendering and trusting your partner," the expert says as she walks around watching everyone tying each other up.

That's what you're going to do, you're going to trust Minho and he'll be having too much fun with it but he'll do nothing to hurt you.

The second the rope brushes with your skin, you feel a chill down your spine and when Minho pulls them, tightening them around your wrists, you let out a low moan.

Once he's done with the hands, he tidies the ends of the rope before instructing you to lay on your stomach on the mat

You're getting even more nervous as he bends your legs to the back and ties them together.

"Too tight?" He asks.

You test the knot by twisting your ankles together but it doesn't budge at all, "mmh," you hum in answer.

"Good," he calmly responds.

If this is his way of getting back at you then you just have to accept it. You should be grateful that he doesn't tie the rope around your neck.

He then brings your hands and legs together, tying them with the rest of the rope. He pulls at it to make sure the knot is securely tied.

You try to wiggle your body and try any way you can to break away but it's a fruitless effort, you're running out of breath from lying on your stomach for too long.

Minho notices and helps you to turn over, but your hands are now pressed under your body as you lay on your back.

"I can't get out of this," you tell him as he stands, towering over your body.

"No, you can't," he says with a malicious grin.

Minho then lays next to you on the mat, scoots closer to shield you from the sun, and then props a hand under his head as he enjoys watching you helplessly lying next to him.

"You're enjoying this," you say.

That's a wrong thing to say because he hasn't started yet. He picks a flower from the plant near him and uses it to caress your body, dragging the soft petal down the front of your body.

He knows that it does things to you and he can see it from the way your chest is heaving as the flower reaches to your lower abdomen.

Your legs are slightly shaking as he drags it lower and then stops right on the elastic band of your bikini bottom, tugging the flower there.

YOU: I must say it's the best kind of punishment. I don't even think it's a punishment [winks]

"Why did you kiss him?"

You know that Zara has been waiting to ask you that from the moment she found out about it.

You dab your face with a layer of foundation to get ready for the night, "I don't know. I was having fun."

She gives you a scolding look and tips her head to the side, "Girl!"

"I know but at that time I was feeling like... You know, it was so easy to break the rules," you honestly answer because you did feel that way.

There was nothing intimate about the kiss with Jack, if anything it was selfish of you to spend money on a meaningless kiss. You can see now how foolish you were for doing that.

"But instead of upset, I am so jealous of you," she says with a sad sigh.

You get quiet because you know how hard it is for her to even try to tempt Bryan to break the rules with her.

"He didn't even let me cuddle him," she adds.

It's a good thing that Bryan wants to be on Lana's good side but he disregards Zara's opinions about it, putting her needs aside which makes him just as selfish as you are.

YOU: The plan is I'm going to look hot, be a good girl, and talk to Minho. Wish me luck [Crosses fingers]

Taking a glass of drink to fuel your courage, you check if Minho is in a good mood before coming and start talking to him.

"Can I sit with you?" You ask for his permission when you usually would plop down next to him without asking.

He glances up and nods, "Yeah."

Minho doesn't talk much and you should be used to his short, concise answers but it seems a little different tonight, there's an edge to it.

You sit next to him and put a space in between, "You look good tonight," you compliment.

Minho is indeed looking good tonight. That's why he model, because everything looks good on him but you bet that he looks better with nothing on.

He tips his head to one side and looks at the dress you're wearing, "You too," he compliments back with a thin smile.

A little attention is better than nothing. You sweetly smile and mutter, "Aw, thank you!"

Before you forget your initial reason because of just one compliment, you remind yourself that you come to talk.

"So... how are we feeling?" You ask, testing the water before diving right into it.

"About what?" He innocently asks.

You lick your lips before answering, "About the kiss."

"Which kiss?"

Your palms are getting sweaty on your lap. It's like whatever answer you're going to give him would be a wrong one.

"Our kisses or...?" He asks again because you stay quiet.

You take a breath and try to slowly explain everything, "I think the kisses we shared are special. I can see that we have chemistry and connection."

He tilts his head low enough to give you the stare, "If that's so then why did you kiss someone else?"

You keep your calm and answer, "That kiss with Jack, it was nothing. I don't have any feelings for him so you don't have to worry about that."

Minho responds with a nod but no words come out of his slightly parted mouth.

YOU: I usually just walk away from a situation like this and stop caring about it but I want to make this work with him.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask because that's what you're dying to know.

He's been too calm that you start to think that he probably doesn't like you to even care about it but he only replies with a shrug.

"I don't want you to be mad at me because I do like you," you tell him to get an answer out of him.

He stares at you and makes you wait in anticipation to get a response from him. After a while, he leans back on the sofa and says, "We'll see."

You usually like the mystery those words bring whenever Minho says that but not this time.

"'We'll see'? What is that supposed to mean?" You ask in pure confusion.

"I need time," he answers.

You scoff and try to process his answer, "You want me to sit around and wait for like what? A week? Ten days?"

He slumps down the sofa and spreads his legs, casually he says, "I need time to get over it so until then... We'll see."

YOU: I kissed Jack because I saw Minho flirting with the other girls so why am I the only one having to wait for him to come around?

"Okay," you meekly say even though you're not sure that he'll get over it before the retreat ends.

You think that this is possibly his way to keep his options open or maybe that your fear is true, he doesn't like you that much. You just like to play games with each other.

"Are we still going to sleep in the same bed?"

"I don't know," he replies.

This is probably the right time to cut everything off before you get too attached to him when the options are still wide open and who knows that Lana will bring more guests to the retreat, there are many possibilities so why do you have to trap yourself in such a confusing situation and wasting your time on one guy?

You look away and shrug, "Okay, alright."

YOU: If Minho doesn't want to give me what I want then I'll just have to get it from someone else.

You're not tired but you're so ready for bed. You brush your hair quickly before going to the bedroom.

You don't look around but going to Jack's bed, you put the duvet away and say, "Come on, you're sleeping with me tonight," you tell him.

He looks taken aback but awkwardly follows you as you climb onto the bed you shared with Minho for the past two days.

Agnes is giving you the questioning look but just like everyone else, they don't say anything but let the drama unfold.

You get under the cover with him and turn to the side to look at him, "Are you cuddly, Jack?"

He pauses for a moment then says, "I am."

"I love good cuddles."

"Yeah?" He asks with a gleeful grin and eyes that are filled with hopeful glints.

"Of course."

YOU: I told you, Jack is my cute boy toy.

You slip your hand in his curls and play with it, at the same time, watching the door because Minho can come at any minute now.

"Your hair is so soft," you comment.

The door swings open and Minho steps inside, stopping on his track for a second to see that someone else has taken his spot.

The brief look he gives you is enough to make you gulp air, he's saying nothing but has to share a bed with Alia.

The silence is suffocating as everyone watches intently every gesture or expression on either you or Minho to get any hints about what's happening between the two of you.

Their eyes are going back and forth because your beds are facing each other.

"Don't you feel a little hot, Jack?" You ask.

"Uhm..." he hums as he thinks of an answer to such an easy question, "I think so."

You sit on the bed and look in Minho's direction, not necessarily seeing him eye to eye. You take your top off, not caring that this will be broadcasted all over the world and everyone can see your tits.

"Oh... fuck..." you hear Jack curses under his breath next to you.

Minho takes a sip of water from his tumbler and you can see that his jaw tensed as he swallows his water.

Once the lights are out, you get under the cover and turn to the side to face Jack. For someone who kissed two girls at once, he's playing safe by keeping his hands away from you.

You lean in close to his pillow, "How was your day?"

He rakes his brain to answer another simple question, "Can't complain," he answers.

You giggle because of how cute he is, how oblivious to the fact that you're using him to make Minho jealous. When you think about the kiss you shared with him, he isn't that bad of a kisser, he was too excited at that time to focus on using his skill.

You kind of want to give him a second chance so you lean in closer and ask him, "What do you think about spending 6 grand tonight?"

YOU: We'll see? No, Minho. You'll see.

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cepheustarot · 6 months ago

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What will your summer be like?

Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the described situations will occur or being ultimate truth. You build your own life and destiny and only you know yourself best.

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Pile 1: Your summer will be very active! The cards say that you will have a lot of trips, a lot of meetings with people, you can simply walk a lot, do various sports or hobbies where you are supposed to move a lot, it can be dancing, running, cycling / roller skating, etc. It is also a good opportunity to try yourself in something new, as there is a high probability that it will bring you positive impressions. The cards also say that perhaps you are not living your best period of time right now, you may feel very tired, exhausted, melancholic mood, apathy. But in the summer your condition will noticeably improve! I can also say that in the summer you begin a new period in your life or a new stage — you will feel a huge surge of strength, and most importantly, you will feel better than before. You will be very bright, filled with vital energy, you will have a thirst for life again, you will become more sociable, you will be surrounded by people but at the same time you will also appreciate yourself and put yourself first. This summer, the phrase "you reap what you sow" will also work, this mainly refers to health, try not to overheat in the sun, do not work over, rest and relax if possible.

Pile 2: This summer will be good for the implementation of plans! If you were planning a trip, meeting with friends, or you were planning to achieve some results at work /study/ projects, then success awaits you. Even if you decide to start something new, then luck and success will also accompany you, you will succeed in everything no matter what you took. As the cards show, you will generally focus on developing something, for example, yourself, your skills, your personal brand, maybe you decide to change your social circle or environment. The cards also say that you are quite creative, you can engage in creativity more often in the summer as this will bring you joy, satisfaction and generally help you feel better. Changes in appearance are also welcome as they will be able to freshen up the image, you will generally feel more confident and more beautiful (although you are already quite a confident and beautiful person!). You can also get close to some person from the past, it can be someone from childhood or youth, or a person with whom you once stopped communicating, but not on a bad note. In any case, this person's presence and communication will make the summer more memorable.

Pile 3: Your summer will be filled with communication with people, many acquaintances and a lot of romance awaits you! As the cards show, this summer you will often have fun and spend time with people, both with family, loved ones and new acquaintances. Basically, they will be good people with whom you will be on the same wavelength and quickly find a common language, these people will be somewhat similar to you but they will also complement you. These are very good people who will always support you and will be able to cheer you up, boost your self-confidence, with them you will feel as if you are soulmates. As I said earlier, you will also have a lot of romance: you may have one or more affairs this summer. You will go on dates very often, receive attention, care, expensive gifts, and there will also be many intimate moments between you. In addition, in the summer you will have a good opportunity to start something new or try yourself in a new way, as you will be successful. You can also expect to spend a lot of money but I can't say that this will upset you much, since all purchases will bring you satisfaction, bring you a good mood.

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fafnir19 · 3 months ago

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Genie's lamp - Part VII

Movie Romance

The afternoon sun spilled through the living room window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Lex was miles away, studying abroad, leaving Jafar alone in the spacious villa. He lounged on the couch, his dark hair tousled, a smirk playing on his lips as he flicked through channels, searching for something entertaining. The faint sound of cheers and shouts came from the living room, where Lex's friends, Thomas and Finn, were gathered around the vast flat-screen TV, their faces glued to the soccer match.

“Goal!” Finn shouted, throwing his hands up in celebration. “Did you see that shot?” Jafar rolled his eyes, the sound of their laughter grating on his nerves. “Ugh, what a bunch of commoners,” he muttered to himself. He stood, stretching his arms, and walked toward the source of the noise. “Hey, Jafar!” Thomas called out, his voice dripping with mockery. “Come watch the real sport with us!” “Yeah, come on! It’s a classic match!” Finn added, oblivious to Jafar’s disdain. They were dressed in their soccer jerseys, exuding an air of youthful exuberance that Jafar found utterly dull. “Why waste your time on that?” Jafar said, a sly grin creeping across his face. “There’s a far more captivating show on right now. Just look at the romance unfolding on Channel Seven. It’s so… enchanting.” “Romance? Pfft, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard,” Thomas scoffed, rolling his eyes. “It’s all so unrealistic. Who actually wears those preppy clothes and eats at fancy restaurants?” Finn laughed, adding, “Yeah, who cares about that mushy stuff? Give me soccer any day.” Jafar’s jaw tightened, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “Enough!” Jafar snapped, a surge of dark energy swirling around him. The room seemed to darken as smoke began to rise from his fingertips. Before either of them could react, they were pulled into the screen with a loud *whoosh*.

Thomas and Finn's eyes widened in shock as they realized they were no longer in Lex's villa. They were standing on a sun-drenched patio, surrounded by lush greenery and the sparkling blue waters of the Gulf of Naples. The familiar soccer jerseys they had been wearing were now replaced with preppy, tight-fitting pants and unbuttoned shirts.

"What... what just happened?" Finn stammered, his eyes darting around in confusion. Jafar, still sitting in the living room in font of the TV with the remote control in his hand and smirked. "Welcome to your new reality, gentlemen. You are now characters in my favorite romance series," Jafar's voice boomed and seemed to be everywhere. "What?! No way!" Thomas exclaimed, his face reddening with anger. "Change it back, Jafar! This isn't funny!" Jafar just laughed, a deep, throaty sound that echoed off the surrounding cliffs. As the implications of Jafar's words sank in, Thomas and Finn exchanged nervous glances, their hearts pounding. They had no idea how to escape this magical predicament, and as the days passed, they found themselves settling into their new roles. They donned preppy clothes, attended elegant dinners, and even found themselves engaging in witty repartee, quoting classic literature to fit in with their new surroundings. Unbeknownst to them, Jafar watched their every move with growing delight.

Jafar leaned back, the remote control in his hand, and a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. On the vast flat-screen TV, Finn and Thomas's were now the leading men of a romantic drama, set against the breathtaking backdrop of Capri. The genie, usually so cruel and malevolent, had taken delight in romance series. The two young men, once casual and sporty, now embodied the refined elegance of the romance series characters. As the scene unfolded, Finn and Thomas strolled along the waterfront, their bodies language relaxed and comfortable in their new personas. They stopped to admire the view, the sunset painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. "Thomas, it's breathtaking," Finn said, his voice filled with wonder as he gazed out over the Gulf of Naples. "Indeed, it is, my friend. A true masterpiece of nature." Thomas replied, placing a hand on Finn's shoulder, their friendship now infused with a subtle undercurrent of something more.

As the camera panned to a luxurious bedroom overlooking the sparkling waters of the Gulf of Naples, soft music filled the air. Finn and Thomas entered the frame. Their eyes locked, they moved closer and their lips meeting in a fiery kiss. And so their bro-mance was becoming a full-blown romance, and Jafar couldn't be more entertained. "This is better than I could have imagined," Jafar whispered to himself, a satisfied smile on his lips as he observed their deepening connection.

Their hands explored each other's bodies, fingers tracing the contours of their newfound preppy attire. Finn's heart raced as he felt Thomas's strong hands on his waist, pulling him closer. "Ah, young love," Jafar purred, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he watched them kiss passionately on the screen. "So tender and innocent... for now. But let's see how far we can push this, shall we?" With a flick of the remote, the channel changed, and the soft, sensual music of the romance channel was replaced by the throbbing, rhythmic beat of a porn film.

The change in atmosphere was immediate, the camera angles becoming more intimate, the lighting more suggestive. Their kisses became more urgent, their exploration more daring. Finn felt Thomas's hand on his back, slowly inching downwards. Thomas's hand continued its descent, and Thomas's fingers traced the crease of his ass, sending shivers of anticipation through his body. Without warning, he pushed Finn onto the bed trailing kisses down Finn's chest, while he was undressing him. Thomas gently caressed Finn's inner thighs, spreading his legs slightly. "Relax, Finn," Thomas whispered, his hot breath tickling Finn's skin. "Let me show you how good it can be." Finn surrendered to Thomas's touch, a sharp contrast to his usual assertive nature on the soccer field. Finn moaned softly as he felt Thomas's tongue trace patterns on his skin, slowly moving closer to his most sensitive area.

The camera zoomed in, capturing the moment Thomas's wet tongue made contact with Finn's most sensitive area. Without warning, he lowered his head and licked Finn's ass. Finn arched his back, his body responding despite his mind reeling in confusion. . "Thomas... what are you... oh god!" he cried out, his hands gripping the bedsheets as Thomas's tongue penetrated him, stimulating nerves he never knew existed. Thomas smiled against Finn's skin, his hand tightening on Finn's thigh as he delved deeper, his tongue teasing and exploring. "Ohhh..." Finn moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. The sensation of Thomas's wet tongue probing his most intimate crease was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He could feel his cock throbbing in response, hardening with each swipe of Thomas's skilled tongue. Jafar licked his lips, his eyes glued to the screen. "Yes, Thomas, taste him. Make him yours." Thomas delved deeper, his tongue probing and circling Finn's tight hole. Finn squirmed, his breath coming in short gasps as sensations he never knew existed coursed through his body. "Ahh... Thomas... I—" Finn's words turned into a sharp intake of breath as Thomas's tongue pushed deeper, claiming him completely. With each lick and caress, Thomas asserted his dominance. He knew Finn was his to conquer, and he relished the power he held. Jafar's eyes widened with delight as he watched the scene unfold. "Yes, Thomas, show him what it means to be a true lover!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with anticipation. Finally, Thomas pulled away, a string of saliva connecting him to Finn's ass.

Thomas positioned himself above Finn, their eyes locking again. Finn's hands gripped Thomas's arms, his fingers digging into the muscle as he felt Thomas's strength. "Yes... Feel it, Finn," Jafar whispered, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "Feel his power." Thomas's throbbing member pressed against Finn's entrance, and with a slow, forceful thrust, he entered Finn. A sharp gasp escaped Finn's lips, his back arching slightly as he adjusted to the sensation. Thomas didn't hesitate, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. "Oh... God..." Finn's voice was a mixture of pleasure and surprise as he felt himself being overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body. He tightened his grip on Thomas's arms, his fingers leaving indentations in the hard muscle. "That's it, Finn Jafar hissed, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Feel him inside you. Let go of your control. Become the bottom you're meant to be." With each thrust, Finn's breath came in sharp gasps, his body moving in time with Thomas's. The camera captured every detail, the slick sounds of their bodies filling the room. "Feel my strength," Thomas grunted, his muscles flexing as he pounded into Finn. Finn could do nothing but submit to Thomas' dominance. The bed creaked with each powerful thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. "That's it, take it!" Thomas growled, his eyes fixed on Finn's face, watching for any sign of pleasure or pain. Finn's body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. He could feel his own cock, hard and leaking, as Thomas' thrusts became faster and more urgent. "Oh god, I'm gonna—" Finn's words were cut off as his body tensed, his release rushing through him. With a cry, he spilled himself, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. "Yes... That's my good little bottom," Jafar whispered amused, his voice thick with satisfaction. "No more girls for you, Finn." Thomas let out a satisfied growl as he felt Finn's ass clench around him. With a few more sharp thrusts, he reached his own climax, crying out as he filled Finn with his release. Collapsing onto Finn's sweat-glistened body, Thomas panted, his weight pressing them both into the mattress. "That was..." he began, but words failed him. Finn, his body spent and sated, simply nodded, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his face.

Jafar's satisfaction knew no bounds, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight, as he watched the two men on the screen. He had done it. Finn and Thomas had fully embraced their new identities, and their once boring buddy dynamic had been transformed into something far more intriguing. Finn, the once straight soccer jock, was now a gay bottom, and Thomas, his dominant lover, a bisexual top. "Perfect," Jafar whispered, his eyes glinting with dark pleasure. "Their relationship will never be boring again. Welcome to your new lives," Jafar chuckled, his eyes glinting with malicious delight. "May they be everything you never knew you wanted."

Jafar's finger snapped, and with a flash of light, Finn and Thomas reappeared in the living room. The room seemed to shimmer around them as they materialized, solidifying into elegant forms. The two friends stood there, stunned, their eyes widening as they took in their new appearances. Gone were the casual soccer jerseys and sweaty sports gear. Instead, they were clad in tight white suits, the fabric hugging their athletic builds, and black lace shirts that accentuated their newly transformed personas. Their hair, once messy from the game, now framed their faces in stylish cuts.

"Welcome back, gentlemen," Jafar purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "How do you feel?" Finn and Thomas exchanged a glance, their faces reflecting a mixture of confusion and newfound sophistication. Finn straightened his posture, unconsciously quoting a line from one of the romance novels, "As if I've awakened from a dream, and yet, I feel more alive than ever." Thomas nodded in agreement, a slight haughtiness creeping into his tone, "Indeed. It's as though we've been enlightened to a world beyond the mundane." He adjusted his cufflinks, a new nervous habit of him. Jafar chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that filled the room. "I'm glad to see you've embraced your new identities. Tell me, Finn, how do you feel about your newfound... preferences?" Finn blushed, a pink hue spreading across his cheeks, but there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes. "It's... intriguing. I never imagined myself as... gay or even a bottom. But now, I can't deny the appeal." He shifted his weight, his gaze dropping to the floor, unsure of how to process this sudden shift in his desires. Thomas placed a reassuring hand on Finn's shoulder, a confident smile playing on his lips. "It suits you, my friend. And as for me, well, I find myself quite enjoying the role of a bisexual top." He flashed a mischievous grin at Jafar, as if challenging him to disagree. "Wonderful," Jafar purred, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "I'm thrilled that you've both found your true selves. And I must say, the dynamic between you has certainly improved. No longer are you boring, straight jocks. Now, you are intriguing, cultured young men." Finn and Thomas shared a hesitant smile, still adjusting to their new personas. Jafar flattered, "You two are perfect! Lex will be thrilled to have such refined companions." "Lex?" Thomas queried, one perfectly shaped eyebrow arching. "Ah, yes, our dear friend. We must catch him up on all our recent...enlightenments." Finn smirked, a flash of the old mischief in his eyes. "Absolutely. Though I daresay he might not recognize us in our new incarnations." "Nonsense," Jafar said, waving a dismissive hand. "He'll adore you even more now. Your transformation is complete, and you are now the epitome of cultured, pretentious bisexual or completely gay dandies." "Bisexual dandies?" Thomas repeated, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I rather like the sound of that." The three shared a laugh, their voices echoing in the spacious living room. Jafar's laughter held a note of triumph as he reveled in the success of his manipulation. The once-common soccer players were now forever changed, molded into the perfect companions for Lex, with a touch of arrogance that would ensure their loyalty to Jafar. The genie's eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of cruelty and satisfaction as he reveled in his successful manipulation. Little did they know that Jafar was plotting far more than just their transformation. He intended to make Finn his pleasure boy, and with each passing moment, his plan unfolded, ensuring their obedience and his own sinister pleasure. "Now, my dear friends," Jafar continued, his voice like silk, "let us discuss the many pleasures and privileges your new lives have to offer." And as Jafar led them deeper into the world of decadence and dark desires, Finn and Thomas had no idea of the true extent of their transformation or the role they would play in Jafar's grand scheme.

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #straight to gay #straight to bi #genie's lamp

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cryptidghostgirl · 9 months ago

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Lets say that Alastor and cat-demon! Reader are friends, both of them are staying at the hotel. Alastor gives them catnip just to mess with them.

A/N I love this mischief. Also, I am 100% basing the character off of Catra from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Prepare for Battle (Platonic!Alastor x Platonic!Cat Demon!Reader)

Pairing: Platonic Alastor x Platonic Reader

Warnings: None but please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,276 (Sorry it is on the shorter side, most of my fics recently have been super super long and I needed to do something different.)

Master Lists:

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Hazbin Hotel Master List

Y/n had showed up around the same time as Alastor did to the hotel. She was a cat demon, like Husk, only much more humanoid. The only real traits she had to show for it were the claws, tail, ears, and, of course, the wild mess of her hair.

Much to everyone's surprise, Alastor had greeted her upon her arrival with a genuine smile, even a hug. A warm welcome by anyone's standards, not just the frigid Radio Demon's. According to Husk, the two had been friends for longer than he'd known either party, possibly even when they were alive although neither spoke much of their pasts. She was never involved in his work as an overlord, but she was always there, according to him. Y/n lurked, waiting, watching for the opportune moment. A mischief maker were the exact words Husk had used.

Y/n and Alastor balanced one another out. Where she was practically feral, he was calm and composed. When he lost his cool, she kept an even temper. When the pranks had started, they had taken everyone by surprise, even with Husk's vague warning. She had just seemed so together in an odd way, so imposing. Not in the way Alastor was but she still held her own. No one expected this sort of juvenile behavior from either of them but once it started, there was no stopping it.

The first one had occurred just a few days after the cat demon's arrival. It had been small, nothing too crazy. Alastor's microphone had simply been replaced with a bright red and white striped candy cane when he had left it leaning against the fireplace to go handle something for Charlie. It wasn't often he left the device unguarded but, he was only a few steps away from it and had figured there was no reason to worry when all the hotel's inhabitants were people trying to be redeemed.

Y/n had watched giddily from the couch, her legs crossed and sporting a failed attempt at a poker face, as Alastor had picked it up again. It had taken him a second to realize the switch had occurred and when he did, his eyes went wide. Y/n had burst out into laughter.

"Here we go again." Husk had sighed, shaking his head slightly.

Thats when the inhabitants of the Hazbin Hotel learned two things. One was that Y/n was not in fact a guest in the sense that she was trying to check out of Hell and into Heaven but rather a guest in that she was there to visit Alastor. The second was that the two had been engaged in a war of practical jokes for the past several decades at least.

From that point forward, the game was on. Each prank became more and more destructive, more and more insane. They took turns with it too, a highly civilized format for an extraordinarily childish pursuit.

Y/n brought out a different side of Alastor, one they had never seen before. It was a youthful side, a side of non-threatening laughter and genuine smiles. While unnerving in some ways, it made them all a bit more at ease with the notorious Radio Demon, to know he had friends and a bit of a soft side beneath his persona.

After the microphone switch, Alastor had tricked Y/n into sitting on a stool beneath a bucket of water. When he had dumped it on her, he had not only made a mess for Nifty to clean up but caused the cat demon to shoot up into the air, hissing loudly. Y/n had gotten him back by changing the locks on the door to his recording studio and used some of her own special brand of magic to block him from teleporting within. The result of this was a very irritated Alastor who broke a fresh hole through the wall. Y/n had been forced by Charlie and Vaggie to be the one to fix it, it was her fault after all, but she insisted it was worth it.

Next had been the vacuum cleaner. The fucking vacuum cleaner. Charlie had had to repaper a whole wall to get the claw-marks to go away after Alastor had used the machine to chase Y/n up it. For her revenge, Y/n had been crafty. She had rounded up a group of several demons she knew had it out for her dear friend and set them on the hotel.

Vaggie had tried her best to kick the cat demoness out after that one but, Alastor had, surprisingly, stepped in. He had fixed the wall with a snap of his fingers and they had both promised to tone down their competition, but never to stop it entirely.

It was Alastor's turn now and as he approached Y/n with a cup of tea, everyone knew something was bound to happen. It was out of character for the man after all, the random act of kindness. She was cuddled up in a sunspot on the couch, reading. So engrossed in her book, she barley looked up at him as she took the cup from his hand with a muttered word of thanks.

Alastor had retreated to the bar beside Angel and Husk with a satisfied expression on his face.

"What did you do now?" Angel asked as he watched Y/n take a sip from the cup.

"Just you wait." Alastor hummed in response.

Five minutes was all it took for the cup to be empty and suddenly, Y/n was on the floor. She reveled in the sunlight, her book now forgotten on the couch as she rolled around.

"What the fuck?" Angel laughed, turning to Alastor, "What the fuck did you give her?"

"Cat nip?" Husk asked, his eyebrows raised, "Really? I mean, that's low. Even for you."

Alastor shrugged.

"Charlie and Vaggie made us promise to tone it down."

Angel shifted his gaze back to Y/n who was wide eyed, staring up at the ceiling intently. The sun reflecting off Angel's glass as he raised it to his lips shot across the ceiling over her head and she immediately rolled over onto all fours, her tail flicking back and forth.

"She's certainly 'toned down.'" Angel noted, laughing once again at Y/n's antics as she tried to grasp the spot of light.

"She's gonna kill you." Husk scoffed, shaking his head slightly.

Angel moved his glass again and Y/n shot forward, clasping her hands around the spot of light once more. It was ten more minutes of the guys laughing and Angel fucking with Y/n using the glass to reflect light before she finally came back her senses.

She sat up from where she had lain on the floor moment's ago, a hand to her head.

"Jesus." she grumbled, "Why... how'd I get down here?"

"Three." Husk said, crossing his arms.

Y/n took her hand from her forehead, looking around the floor of the lobby curiously. Her gaze shifted to the sofa. Her book, the empty cup.

"Two."

Y/n turned to face Alastor, her eyes narrowed.

"One."

"You fucking drugged me you dickwad!" Y/n exclaimed as she pulled herself to her feet, "Catnip? Really? That's low even for you."

"Your turn." Alastor hummed placidly in return, seemingly undisturbed by her anger at the situation.

"I..." Y/n trailed off.

With another look thrown over her shoulder at the empty mug, she marched up to him. Determination glinted in her eyes, Y/n smiled, her teeth bared.

"You are so fucking in for it now."

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tkachuktkaching · 3 months ago

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A few of the highlights

After he threw the pitch in the Marlins game in Miami which he was still recovering from a shoulder injury (right after he got traded) he went into his back yard and and practiced and threw 5 pitches to prepare but he's much healthier than two years ago.

Some talk on Jayson Tatum and how he makes 6 times as much as him and he always knew he was destined for the big time in the NBA and he was always a stud.

They always talked as kids about making the nba and nhl respectively.

The video was technology class in 7th grade before high school.

His dad wanted to go with him to the baseball pitch and his mum was out of town.

He loved hanging out with jayson and catching up for a few hours.

He talked about Sherwood in 2020 he tried a few brands, he helped with the design process and was their first hockey player since their rebrand.

He talked going to Raising Cains, he was partying and going to eleven and without sleep and he had agreed to do things prior to the final. He talked about all the opportunities to do extra signings and things.

He decided to a interview with sports net and decide to give a shout out, he loves the people in Calgary and hates the people in Edmonton and he got family in Winapeg including his Grandpa.

He was excited to play in the charity golf tournament, he loves Charles Barkely and playing with TJ Oshie and the Kelcie brothers were cool.

And how he ended up singing We Are The Champions with Charles Barkley.

He was excited to meet the different people from the different sports.

He got engaged on the Thursday before game 1 in the playoffs and flew in his parents and fiancé's parents had a big celebration then went no booze for the whole playoffs and plans to do that again.

His special memories of the playoffs were the off ice stuff playing poker the comradeship with the guys.

He's sad the teammates that left but excited they got the offersheet and got paid and set for life and is excited to see them for dinner when they see them.

He was pissed after game 5 because he didn't want to go to Edmonton but he was so confident ahead of game 7 he wanted to do it for his family that got him there, he talked how his dad and Brady walked him to his car and wanted to do it especially for them.

He drives to the arena on his own he goes early getting there 4 hours early. Sam Bennet got a mention for liking to sleep and goes much later.

How incredible the emotions of his family and being the first tkachuk to win the cup,

Bringing his dad into the lockeroom was what it meant to him and his whole family.

Singing Brady praises for being so supportive and believes Brady will win it, he's too good not to, he's built for the play offs, and wants to be there when he does.

Literally everybody from Calgary reached out to him after the cup win even Darrell (Sutter).

Praising his old youth team London Knights and what they did for him and other players.

He heard from players he heard from or know and Robbie Thomas and people that won before Vllady got a special mentions he was a great veteran presence and okie too.

He talked the Paternark fight, and how it happened and Monty's involvement. He says there's no rules just beat the shit out of each other.

He'll never forget this year for the rest of his life.

He confirmed Brady did not touch the cup though there were a few close calls due to being drunk.

He says he's so much better health than this time last year, he's excited about this year.

He his fiancee and Brady are going to visit Taryn this Friday he says she won't listen to his interview so it won't ruin the surprise and talks how good she is a field hockey. Her preseason has started.

He loves to watch Barky in practice and is learning to do things and a special mention of Kucherov of Tampa one of his favorite players.

He wants to improve scoring from further out like Brady.

He's getting more recognised now but it's good and he's enjoying it.

He's being working on jumps, working on his skating, sprints and being strong weights but jumps.

He got in trouble for putting the cup in the ocean but the cup caretakers only told him afterwards but they understood but he got great memories.

The whole family sacrifices so much for hockey players and the Tkachuk name is on the cup forever it's forever.

#matthew tkachuk #florida panthers #cam and strick podcast #chatty Matty #Spoilers

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townpostin · 3 months ago

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Jamshedpur FC's Sreekuttan VS Inspires Students at Srinath Public School

Midfielder shares journey, emphasizes fitness; ISL season kickoff approaches Jamshedpur FC midfielder Sreekuttan VS visited Srinath Public School, motivating students to prioritize health and pursue their dreams. JAMSHEDPUR – Jamshedpur FC midfielder Sreekuttan VS inspired students at Srinath Public School, sharing his journey and emphasizing the importance of health and fitness. The young…

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Angel City Equity Summit | Equality in Action w/ Christen Press & Nichol Whiteman pres. by Gatorade

Join us for an enlightening virtual panel discussion featuring influential voices in women's sports as part of the Angel City Equity Summit, presented by Gatorade. Hosted by Catherine Dávila, Head of Community & Marketing at Angel City FC, this session, titled "Equality in Action: Increasing Opportunities for Women Athletes," delves into the ongoing challenges and opportunities shaping the landscape of women's sports.

Panelists: Christen Press: ACFC Forward, two-time World Cup winner and founder of Re–Inc. Nichol Whiteman: CEO of the Los Angeles Dodgers Foundation, renowned for her transformative work in community engagement and youth sports.

Discussion Highlights: - Christen Press shares her personal and professional insights into the evolution of women's sports, reflecting on both the progress and the remaining hurdles. - Nichol Whiteman discusses the critical role of accessibility in youth sports, emphasizing the need to dismantle barriers that prevent young athletes, especially girls, from participating. - The panel explores the significant impact of corporate partnerships, highlighting Gatorade’s commitment to fostering gender equity in sports.

This conversation not only addresses the state of equity in sports but also offers a roadmap for how brands, organizations, and individuals can collaborate to create a more inclusive sports environment.

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counterten · 11 months ago

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A sports membership opens the door to an enriched fan experience, offering exclusive privileges and unrivaled access. From VIP seating and early ticket access to behind-the-scenes insights, it transforms spectatorship into a personalized journey. CounterTEN's Sports memberships create a vibrant community of like-minded fans, sharing the excitement of the game. Elevate your connection to sports, making each event an unforgettable experience. With a sports membership, you're not just a spectator; you're an integral part of the thrilling world of sports.

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aimeedaisies · 26 days ago

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The Princess Royal’s Official Engagements in October 2024

01/10 As Court Member of the Fishmongers’ Company, visited a Food Technology Class at Bingley Grammar School. 🐟🏫

As President of the UK Fashion and Textile Association, visited SIL Group’s Fibre Processing Mill at Ladywell Mills in Bradford. 🧵🧣

Visited Viking Arms Limited in Harrogate. ⚔️🏹🗡️

02/10 Visited Blackburn Meadows Bio-Mass Power Plant in Tinsley, Sheffield. 🍃🔋

Visited Sheffield Forgemasters. 🔥⚒️

Visited Loadhog at the Hog Works. 🚛🚚

Opened the University of Sheffield’s Gene Therapy Innovation and Manufacturing Centre. 🧬

03/10 As President of Carers Trust, attended the Short Breaks Wales Conference at Sophia Gardens Cricket Ground in Cardiff. 🦽🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

As Colonel of The Blues and Royals (Royal Horse Guards and 1st Dragoons), attended the Annual Dinner at the Mandarin Oriental Hyde Park Hotel in Knightsbridge, London. 💂🍽️

04/10 As Vice Patron of the British Horse Society attended the Changing Lives Through Horses Forum at Saddlers' Hall in London. 🐎

08/10 As President of the Royal Yachting Association, opened Warsash Sailing Club’s renovated Clubhouse. ⛵️🍾

As Patron of Catch22, visited the Orion Centre in Havant, Hampshire. 🫂

Sir Tim represented Princess Anne at the Memorial Service for Mrs Julia Rausing (Philanthropist) which was held in St James’s Church in London. ⛪️

09/10 Attended the Annual National Service for Seafarers in St. Paul's Cathedral. ⛪️⚓️

10/10 As Patron of the Royal College of Emergency Medicine, attended the Annual Scientific Conference at the Glasshouse International Centre for Music in Gateshead. 💊

As Patron of the Butler Trust, visited North Tyneside Youth Justice System in North Shields. 🔗

Opened a renovated manufacturing facility in North Shields. 🏢

11/10 As Admiral of the Sea Cadet Corps, Marine Society and Sea Cadets, opened Midlands Boat Station in Birmingham. 🫡⛵️

As Chancellor of Harper Adams University, opened the Digital Learning Hub at the Quad in Telford. 🖥️💻🎮

As Patron of YSS Limited, visited the Criminal Justice Service at the Shropshire Golf Centre in Telford. 👩‍⚖️

14/10 As Guardian of Give Them A Sporting Chance and the Chaffinch Trust, held Management Board and Team Meetings at Gatcombe Park. 💼

15/10 With Sir Tim as Royal Patron of the Motor Neurone Disease Association, attended the “Countdown to Cure” Reception at the Royal College of Nursing in London. 💊

With Sir Tim As Patron of the Remembrance Trust, attended a Dinner at the Beefsteak Club in London. 🌹

16/10 As Royal Patron of the Security Institute, attended the Annual Conference at the Royal Society of Medicine. 🚨🔒

As Master of the Corporation of Trinity House, attended a Civic Luncheon at Trinity House. 🍽️

As Royal Patron of WISE, attended the Annual Conference at IET London: Savoy Place. 🧩

17/10 As Patron of the Cathedral Church of Saint German Peel Development Appeal attended a Thanksgiving Service in St German’s Cathedral, Peel, Isle of Man. 🇮🇲⛪️

Visited the Manx National Heritage “All at Sea” Exhibition at the House of Manannan in Peel, Isle of Man. 🇮🇲 🌊

As Grand Master of the Royal Victorian Order, attended Evensong and a Reception at The King’s Chapel of the Savoy in London. ⛪️🍾

As President of the Royal Society for the encouragement of Arts, Manufactures and Commerce, attended a Reception to mark the 250th Anniversary of RSA House. 🎂

Unofficial Sir Tim, as Chair of the Board of Trustees of the Science Museum Group, attended the launch of the Manchester Science Festival at the Science and Industry Museum in Manchester. 🧪🧬🔭

18/10 On behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Buckingham Palace. 🎖️

Attended a performance by the Spanish Riding School of Vienna at OVO Arena in Wembley. 🇦🇹🇪🇸🐎

19/10 With Sir Tim Attended British Champions Day at Ascot Racecourse. 🏆🐎

22/10 As Master of the Corporation of Trinity House, chaired the Quarterly Meeting of the Court and attended a Luncheon at Trinity House. 💼

As Patron of UK Coaching, held a Reception at Buckingham Palace to celebrate Olympic and Paralympic Coaching. 🇬🇧🏅

23/10 Attended a Bicentenary Commemorative Service to recognise the Scottish Fire and Rescue Service in St Giles’ Cathedral, Edinburgh. 🚒🧯👨‍🚒

As Royal Patron of Leuchie Forever Fund, held a Benefactors’ Dinner at the Palace of Holyroodhouse. 🍽️

24/10 Re-opened the Rowan Glen Factory at Palnure, near Newton Stewart. 🍶

As Patron of the Royal College of Occupational Therapists, opened the new wing at West Cumberland Hospital in Whitehaven. 🏥

With Sir Tim As Patron of the Royal Navy and Royal Marines Charity, attended the Trafalgar Night Dinner at the Old Royal Naval College in Greenwich. ⚓️🫡🍽️

25/10 Opened the British Standards Institution International Electrotechnical Commission Annual Meeting at the Edinburgh International Conference Centre. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🔋

28/10 Attended the Prison Advice and Care Trust’s 125th Anniversary National Volunteer Awards at St John’s Church in London. 🏆

29/10 On behalf of The King, held morning and afternoon investitures at Windsor Castle.🎖️

31/10 Visited the Robotic Surgery Unit at Musgrove Park Hospital in Taunton. 🤖🏥

Attended a Reception for the Pride of Somerset Youth Awards winners at Bridgwater and Taunton College. 🏆

Was installed as Chancellor of Health Sciences University before launching the University in Bournemouth. 🎓

As Patron of Save the Children UK, attended the Autumn in the City Dinner at the Savoy in London. 🍽️

Total official engagements for Anne in September: 58

2024 total so far: 371

Total official engagements accompanied/represented by Tim in September: 5

2024 total so far: 91

FYl - due to certain royal family members being off ill/in recovery I won't be posting everyone's engagement counts out of respect, I am continuing to count them and release the totals at the end of the year.

#it’s that time of the month again kids #princess anne #princess royal #tim laurence #timothy laurence #court circular #october 2024 #aimees unofficial engagement count 2024

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world-of-wales · 3 months ago

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THE PRINCE DIARIES ♔

10 SEPTEMBER 2024 || LLANELLI VISIT (1/3) : SWISS VALLEY COMMUNITY PRIMARY SCHOOL

The Prince of Wales carried out engagements in Llanelli, South Wales, to celebrate Welsh sport and culture and meet local communities.

For his first stop of the day, William visited the Swiss Valley Community Primary School to meet pupils who took part in the 2024 Urdd Eisteddfod.

Organised by the National Voluntary Youth Organisation - Urdd Gobiath Cyrmu, Urdd Eisteddfod is a week-long festival celebrating Welsh language and culture.

During his visit, the Prince of Wales watched a showcase of the school’s entries to Urdd Eisteddfod before meeting the performers and their teachers and heard more about the impact of the festival. He then met members of the community from the vicinity of the school.

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oh--jeez · 2 months ago

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Genuinely the worst most larpy political opinions imaginable. You can tell you dont engage in any real world action.

if you think disabled, queer natives who have survived to their fifth decade and beyond, despite your government's best efforts, have ever had the luxury of not EMBODYING living resistance to the multiple, ongoing genocides targeting us, and fighting eugenic colonial white supremacy every day, whether we want to or not, whether the vibes are good or not, whether there's a settler auditing our radicalism or not, whether we are mentally okay enough to support our traumatised communities or not, you're either a literal child or a white supremacist

if this is about my palestine options, i've had them since the early eighties

if this is about my western hegemony opinions, chances are your politics, however milquetoast, require my literal, real, forcible dispossession and death. no political opinion i could ever have would be unrealistic, in the face of that, except maybe my former youthful and naive belief we could coexist peacefully.

not everyone had to learn about radical politics online, sport.

#white supremacy #colonisers #low effort

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spiderlilyserendipity · 1 year ago

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Safe and Sound 🔞🔞🔞🖤🖤🖤

Summary: You have a hot neighbour, Jeon Jungkook. It starts out as a little crush, then turns into something more. Can you keep your feelings a secret?

WC: 5522 (5.5k)

Tags: jungkook x reader, neighbours au, shared wall between bedrooms, dom!JK, sub!reader, teasing, JK has a title (owner), multiple orgasms (f. recieving), vibrator use, mild breathplay, creampie, aftercare king JK, implied happy ending

Warnings: Unprotected sex (be careful!)

A/N: Sorry for disppearing randomly everyone, I am in fact alive LOL. I come with JK smut as a peace offering. Requests open. Okay enjoy :-)

🖤🖤🖤

It starts out pure, as most things do.

His name is Jeon Jungkook, and he’s your neighbour. The two of you have lived beside each other for a few months now and he has never given you any grief. Aside from that, you know little about him. He looks like a superstar: long hair that he keeps tied back neatly, a sleeve of tattoos, and a nonchalant vibe to him. He isn’t a superstar—you googled him the same day you met him to make sure. He tells you in the elevator he works in the music industry, a producer. He asks about what you do, and you keep it short and simple because you’re nervous and you don’t want to make your little crush seem bigger than it is.

He looks thirty at least, but when he smiles, his face turns younger. He has laugh lines despite his youth, and dimples. He works long hours, and when he comes home, he often looks exhausted. Despite that, Jeon Jungkook is polite to all the neighbours and does not make much fuss. He works out in the apartment’s gym, mostly using weights. He’s not always there when you are, likely adjusting his workout times to his schedule. Sometimes you run into him when he’s warming up, and he nods to you. Other times, he’s concentrating on counting his reps and you take the time to eye his glorious muscles. But your favourite times are when he’s boxing.

You tell yourself not to be weird about it, but there’s just something about the sport (or rather, Jungkook engaging in it) that makes your stomach turn. It always goes the same way: he warms up first, wraps his hands, then starts. It’s light punches at first, then kicks, then faster hits. You watch him from your treadmill through the reflection of the window in front of you. He never notices you looking, assuming you’re focusing on the music you’re listening to (you’re not listening to anything). You suppose your crush broils down to the paradox between Jungkook’s nature and his cool exterior. After all, there are many men who put effort into looking cool and then ruin it by opening their mouths. On the flip side, there are men who are sweet but can’t keep a woman’s attention for the life of them.

Jeon Jungkook has the best of both worlds, and from what you’ve seen, he’s single. A couple years older than you and with a very different aesthetic, you don’t know how well it would work. But that’s the point of a crush: the less you know about them, the more you like them.

So you resign yourself to just watching him from afar. A few times, you and Jungkook finish exercising at the same time. It’s the same conversation every time, small talk in the elevator. Then you get to your front door, and he smiles at you one last time before unlocking his own. He disappears, and you go on with your life.

Until you come to a startling conclusion: the two of you share a bedroom wall.

The realization comes to you at midnight one Thursday, at the brink of a long weekend. You don’t hear the sound of Jungkook’s door open, nor are you awoken by the quiet voices. But what does wake you is the thud right next to your bed.

Your eyes fly open, your mind immediately racing. Did something fall? Is there an earthquake?!

Then, you hear the woman moan. “Oh, please.” She whimpers, and you feel your face flush. Oh.

“Please, what?” It’s Jungkook. His voice is muffled through the wall, deep and raspy but you recognize him nonetheless. You flush harder, pulling your blankets in tighter. “You have to be polite, sweetheart.”

“Please, sir. Please fuck me.” The woman concedes. You hear the rustle of fabric against the wall as someone moves against it. The woman’s pants draw closer to your head, and you hold your breath. Jungkook has pulled the woman over, pressing her against the wall.

“Mmm, hmm.” Jungkook says, sounding very pleased. “That’s better. But you know I won’t let you have your way, right?”

The woman murmurs something in response, and another smack resonates. You flinch at the sound, but the woman moans. “You can’t just please, sir your way into what you want every time.” Jungkook hisses, sounding perfectly cruel. “You know damn well I have a trip with my friends that I have to leave for in the morning. So why the fuck are you here now?”

“I missed you.” The woman admits.

Jungkook scoffs. “So you ask my friend for my address and show up unannounced without panties under your dress?” You can hear the scowl in his voice. Another smack and the woman’s pants grow louder.

“You like it.” She says.

At that, Jungkook says nothing for a moment. Then, you hear a low chuckle. “Don’t push it.” He warns in a soft voice. Unconsciously, you swallow. You hear the clink of a belt, and then the woman giggles. Another smack and her giggling is cut short.

Footsteps move away from the wall, then the woman calls out. “Ugh, why are you getting a condom?”

Even though you don’t mean to, you find yourself straining to hear Jungkook’s answer. “Why would I give a little whore like you my come?” Jungkook says with a laugh, as if he’s talking about the weather. At that second, your traitorous brain decides to remind you of the time you made Jungkook laugh with a pun about the weather.

“I must be crazy.” You mutter to yourself, throwing your blankets off. You reach for your night stand, rummaging through it for your ear plugs. “Boundaries, Y/N. Boundaries.” You mutter, shoving the ear plugs in as far as they’ll go. Then, you roll to the side away from the wall and concentrate on your breathing until you fall asleep.

But as your brain would have it, you dream of one thing: a set of hands. The right one is tattooed and the left is bare, the fingers long with beautiful nail beds. You dream about those hands being wrapped before boxing, the strong hits against the punching bag. A polite smile flashes in your mind, and then a much less polite set of words coming out of the mouth. Little whore.

***

Morning comes, and you do your best to get your mind off the events of last night. You tell yourself it’s normal to overhear a conversation or two while living in an apartment building. You tell yourself it’s perfectly normal for a grown man like Jungkook to bring a woman home, to indulge in whatever consensual pleasure he enjoys. Most importantly, you keep a steel grip over the butterflies in your belly. A crush is one thing, but having sexual thoughts about someone who has never so much as flirted with you is inappropriate.

“Oh, let me.”

You freeze in the doorway. You’re fighting with your front door, trying to get it to stay open so you can lug your suitcase out. At that moment, Jungkook comes out of his own apartment. He’s freshly showered, his hair still wet. He smiles at the sight of you struggling, then easily pulls the door open the rest of the way. As he comes closer, you smell his soap and aftershave and try not to die on the spot. You can’t even hide your expression, because Jungkook is looking directly down at you, smiling. Who knew a man with such an innocent smile could say such nasty things?

“Something wrong?” Jungkook asks, his smile faltering for a second. Then, he looks down at your suitcase. “Oh, is it stuck?” He guesses, his hand brushing over yours. You watch him pick up the suitcase that was requiring your whole body to pull with one hand. “Ah, the back wheels stick a bit, don’t they?” He says, chuckling softly.

Little whore. The words echo in your mind.

Fucking shut up. You tell yourself, then smile at him. “Yes, they do.” You force a laugh. “I think it’s time for me to invest in a new one.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jungkook says, laugh lines appearing on his face. Then, his eyes glance over your sundress and sandals. “Are you heading somewhere for the long weekend?” He asks, and you swear for a second his eyes linger on your collarbones.

You fight a blush, then nod. “My friends and I are going to the beach. We’ll drive down this morning, have a picnic down there. That’s actually what the suitcase is for, I made snacks. Well, it’s not all snacks, there’s some clothes because we’re going to visit my hometown and spend the rest of the weekend there. I haven’t been in a while, but I really miss my parents, so I’ll probably get them souvenirs from the beach before—” You stop yourself short when you realize Jungkook’s smile is growing wider. Your face feels hot. You hope you’re not blushing, but from the look on Jungkook’s face, you are. There’s no way Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s doing to you.

“A-Anyway. I’ll leave you be. I’m sure you have to leave soon, too.” You say.

Jungkook raises a brow. “How do you know I’m going somewhere?”

You know damn well I have a trip with my friends that I have to leave for in the morning.

The two of you just look at each other for a moment, and at this point, Jungkook doesn’t even bother to hide his amusement. “Well, just a guess.” You flounder. “It’s the long weekend, after all. Why wouldn’t you go somewhere?” You say.

“Mmm hmm.” Jungkook says. Then, he purses his lips. “Have you been keeping tabs on me, Miss Y/N?”

“No.” You mean it—you might have googled him that one time but you have never looked up the man’s socials or anything. You don’t even have his number, so of course it would be a violation of privacy to follow him uninvited. The problem is that you say it a little too fast, which makes you look like a liar even if you aren’t.

Jungkook takes a step closer, and you swallow. You step backward, hitting the now-closed front door. He chuckles. Don’t push it. You’re reminded. “Do I make you nervous, Miss Y/N?” Jungkook asks, even though he knows the answer. “Or is there something else you’d like to tell me?” His eyes glint with the answer, but you refuse to acknowledge it. If you say you heard him last night, he’ll definitely think you’re a pervert.

“No, not at all.” You say, side stepping him. “Have a good trip!” You say without looking back, then beeline with your half-broken suitcase for the elevators. In your rush, you miss the smug expression on Jungkook’s face and the way his eyes flicker down your body.

***

The trip goes fine, or as fine as it can go in your circumstances. You try to sing along to your friends’ playlists to distract yourself, but the only thing that comes to mind is Jungkook. You try your best to make sense of it. You’re not a virgin by any means, but it has admittedly been a while since you dated or slept with someone. Jungkook is handsome and polite, but there is a third important factor: you see him often. You see him around, and although you two aren’t friends, you feel comfortable for that reason.

That’s all it is. Familiarity. You aren’t crazy for him, you don’t even know if he has a girlfriend. You’ve never so much as sat down and had a cup of coffee with the man. He’s just a really handsome man and you’re an extraordinarily single woman. End of story.

But still, as the day drags on you keep thinking about him. There’s a certain tenseness to you, throughout the picnic and even when you visit your parents’ house. You’re not sick, you’re not hurting. But there’s a tension you don’t have a name for, and only Jungkook’s face seems to ease it.

It’s not until you’re home that you realize what that tension is: sexual frustration. You need an orgasm.

You push off your frustration for a bit longer, choosing to get a little bit done. You cook dinner for yourself and carefully select which photos to post on your Instagram, and make plans with your friends to meet up again next week.

But as the night draws closer, your frustration hits a peak. You need an orgasm badly.

So you try the old-fashioned method: your vibrator and porn. You pick a random video with a semi-good thumbnail and put your earbuds in. The man in this video talks dirty to the woman, but for whatever reason, you’re not turned on by it. The tone of his voice is all wrong, and he says the words like he’s reading off a script. He doesn’t care about her pleasure as much as he does the camera. He doesn’t mean it.

Little whore.

You gasp, opening your eyes. You turn off your vibe, setting it aside. You’re losing your mind, you really are. What kind of a pervert gets off to someone who has absolutely zero interest in them? You’re insane.

So you try again with the vibrator, this time without the video. You use your imagination this time. You imagine your ideal man—muscular and handsome. He’s rough in the right ways, but knows what you need and what your limits are. He calls you filthy words and makes you work for your own orgasm, and when you obey him perfectly, he will reward you with a sweet title. He’ll tease and touch you, but he’ll give you what you want if you’re patient. If you’re not, his big, calloused hands will come down on your ass. But if you behave, he’ll slip one tattooed finger inside—

“Fuck.” You gasp, cutting off your own orgasm. You groan, tipping your head back against the pillow. You just did it again. You whine, setting your vibe aside. You want an orgasm so badly, but not an unethical one like this.

You try one last time, turning the vibe back on. You can feel yourself growing wetter by the second, and your hips rut up on their own. But you don’t want that, you don’t want the freedom of doing whatever. You want the discipline of someone’s hands pinning your hips down, someone’s mouth controlling when and if your clit gets stimulated.

“Please, please.” You whisper, trying to dissuade your own mind from thinking of Jungkook. You feel the high building, and you’re wet from all the edging. You slip a finger inside yourself, but it’s just not enough. You need someone to fill you up properly and rub your clit for you, not a stupid toy and your own fingers. At this point, you’re all but crying with frustration. This isn’t how you want it to happen, this isn’t how it should go. But you’re high strung and you’ll take any orgasm you can get at this point. “Fill me, fill me—”

Your quiet begging is cut off by a loud clatter on the other side of the wall.

You hiss. You snap the vibe off, tipping your head back. Even at the brink of pleasure, only one name crosses your mind: Jungkook. Jungkook is home, and you need to make sure he doesn’t hear you.

“Fuck.” You hear him curse, then his footsteps draw closer to your head. A beat of silence, and you think he must have picked up whatever he dropped and left. At least, you want that to be the case, because you don’t know how long you can hold out. So you turn your vibe back on, but before you can put it back against you, your doorbell rings.

You smack your head against your pillow, wishing you could knock yourself out. You’re crying now, and you’re wetter than ever. You need this orgasm, but some fucking asshole has to show up right this instant and bother you.

You pull your panties and shorts back on, then pull your baggy shirt down. You’re not wearing a bra, but you don’t particularly plan on opening the door anyway so you just head over. You look through the peephole, and the sight all but takes your breath away. It’s Jungkook.

“Y/N.” Jungkook drops the formality, knocking against the door. “I know you’re there.”

You take a deep breath. Surely, he didn’t hear you, right? He’s not going to think of you as some pervert, right? You tug down your shirt more to cover your tiny shorts. No, surely Jungkook just wants something simple. A cup of sugar, the new hours for the apartment gym, etc. So you open the door. You pretend to yawn, but Jungkook’s sharp gaze cuts you off. Immediately, his eyes flicker down your body. You’re sure he can see your hardened nipples through the shirt, and the high rise of your shorts.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, like he is trying not to lose his mind. Your heart thuds in your chest. “Did I interrupt something?” He asks. You hate that habit of his, asking questions he knows the answers to.

“No.” You lie bluntly, and a muscle quivers in Jungkook’s jaw.

“Can I come in, then?” He asks. You watch his eyes roam your face, taking in the flush of your face and the half-dried tears.

“No.” You answer.

“You said you weren’t doing anything.” Jungkook says, taking a step inside. You inhale sharply. Without looking behind him, Jungkook closes the door and locks it. “Am I wrong?” He challenges you.

You can’t take it anymore. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“What?” Jungkook asks, a slight smile on his lips.

You look down at his baggy black t-shirt and skinny jeans, at his sleeve tat. You’re too close right now, less than a foot between you. He looks down at you with a darkness in his eyes you’ve never seen, and it drives you insane. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, looking him in the eye. “I didn’t listen in on you and your girlfriend on purpose. You just woke me up.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Is all Jungkook says, but his eyes hone in on your tear-stained face. “Is that why you’ve been crying?”

“No, I—” You want to cry again when he asks you. Jungkook cups your face, holding you steady. You take a step closer and dig your hands into the fabric of his shirt. “I want to come, but I shouldn’t.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks.

You start to cry again. “Because I keep thinking of you and I shouldn’t.”

At your confession, Jungkook hisses like you burned him. “You can’t let yourself come because you keep thinking of me?” He reiterates, wiping your tears. You nod. He chuckles darkly, and you feel yourself slipping into his control. “What if I gave you permission? Would you like to come then?” He asks, his voice low and soft. You feel reassured at his words.

“Yes, please.” You whisper.

“Yes, please, what?” Jungkook has a glint in his eye now that tells you his own self-control is slipping, but he won’t make the first move unless you let him.

“Please, owner.” You cry, and Jungkook seals your lips with a kiss. In a heartbeat, Jungkook’s shoes are off and his hands are all over you. He kisses you like he wants to eat you alive, and you’re so needy that all you can do is whimper into his mouth. You let him pull you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his middle. He walks you to the bedroom, undoubtedly knowing which side of the house it’s on by now. He sets you down on the edge of your bed, kissing you.

“Take everything off, baby.” Jungkook orders, and you have never wanted to obey a man so badly in your life.

You stand up since it’s easier to strip like that. Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your vibe in his hand, smirking at it. “This little thing is all you have?” He laughs at it. You flush as you come to stand between his spread legs. You press your thighs together, turned on by the fact that you’re completely naked while Jungkook is dressed.

Jungkook pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your hips. He looks up at you, then kisses along your belly and hips. You wriggle, and Jungkook digs his fingers into your ass, holding you still. He glances up at you, eyes full of lust, then smacks your ass. You gasp, loving the feeling even though you know he means it as a warning. Jungkook then pulls the back of your thighs, and you take it as your hint to straddle him. Once on his lap, Jungkook kisses along your neck and collarbone. He chuckles as you sigh against him, then takes one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucks at it and fondles the other side. It takes everything in you not to grind down on him.

“Such small hands, too.” Jungkook says once both of your nipples have been sucked. You follow his gaze to where your hands are resting on his chest. Belatedly, you realize your right middle finger is still wet from fingering yourself. “Poor thing, no wonder you were begging to be filled.” Jungkook mocks you.

“Owner.” You say breathlessly.

“What, whore?” Jungkook says, then leans back. You watch him take off his shirt. He smirks at you ogling his muscles, then smacks your other ass cheek. “Don’t be a greedy slut, you’ll get what I give you. Now bend over my lap.” He orders, and you follow suit. You whine at the sensation of Jungkook’s denim against your already wet pussy, but Jungkook doesn’t care for your complaints. He kneads your ass with his hands, and you moan. “What do you like about me so much, anyway? Tell me.” He says.

“Y-Your hands.” You answer immediately, making Jungkook laugh. He slaps your ass twice, and you all but shake with the effort to not grind up against him. “S-So big. I w-wanted to feel them on me since I saw you boxing.”

“Ah, is that why I always see you at the gym these days?” Jungkook says in an exaggeratedly understanding voice. He slaps your ass again, harder.

“Yes, owner!” You cry out, clenching your thighs.

Jungkook chuckles. “How cute. You really are a greedy bitch. I don’t know how you went all these months without begging me to fuck you even once. It’s obvious you needed it.”

“I-I did, owner.” You say. Jungkook pulls your right leg out so that your thigh dangles over his knees. He rubs at your clit, making you whimper. You’re concentrating so hard on trying not to come that you miss Jungkook’s question. Jungkook slaps your pussy, making you focus. What else? “A-And your muscles are so nice, you look so strong. I wanted you to h-have your way with me.”

Jungkook laughs, slapping your pussy again. You feel your tears return at his teasing, bubbling up. “Is that so? Wanted me to make an example out of you, show everyone how I can make a needy whore like you do whatever I want?”

“Yes, owner!” You respond enthusiastically, and Jungkook rewards your honesty with a gentle rub to your reddened ass and then up your lower back. It almost feels like a massage, until you shift just slightly and feel Jungkook’s hard member right under your clit.

“Come.” Jungkook orders, turning the vibe on and pressing it to your clit.

“Owner, no!” You beg, and Jungkook stops instantly.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks, making you turn your head to look back at him. Worry crosses his face. “Is it too much, baby?” He checks, and you shake your head.

“I wanna come with you.” You say, and Jungkook’s expression softens.

“I won’t give you just one, since you’re pent up.” Jungkook says in that same low and soft voice that makes you feel like you’re floating. You’re sure if you asked, Jungkook would have no problem going gentle on you, but his sweetness feels more valuable since you have had to earn it.

“Okay.” You say softly, feeling lost in Jungkook’s hold. Jungkook leans down, kissing your hair. Then, he turns the vibe back on and presses it to your clit. “Oh, fuck. Oh, owner.” You cry out, and reach back for Jungkook’s free hand. He gives it to you, and you hold it between both of yours like a lifeline. You press a kiss to the back of it as you come, shaking hard. Jungkook lets you ride it out, never so much as grunting when you dig your nails into his hand. He lets you lay there for a moment, catching your breath. Then, he helps you sit up.

“How was that, baby?” Jungkook checks, brushing the hair that’s stuck to your face away. You preen at his gentle touch, feeling proud to have met his standards.

“Good. Thank you, owner.” You say, and Jungkook beams. Then, you look down at his bulge. “Could I help you now?”

At that, Jungkook’s smile flickers. “Can you handle it? We don’t have to if it’s too much.” Jungkook makes sure you know, but you shake your head.

“Wanna make you feel good. Just for you.” You tell him.

Jungkook kisses your forehead. “Lay down then.”

You lay back against your pillow and Jungkook gets up. He unbuckles his belt, which alone makes your stomach flip in glee. He removes his jeans and then his underwear,

“Would you like to come from my fingers?” Jungkook coos at you, blatantly ignoring you writhing against him. He laughs as you clench and unclench, curving his fingers at the perfect angle. “You have to answer me to get what you want. I won’t give you anything if you’re greedy, you know.”

“I want to come. Please, owner. I want to.” You beg, and Jungkook turns the vibe off. You watch as he leans in, pressing his lips to your clit. He sucks at it while fingering you, then looks up at you. You come blindingly fast, purely from the knowledge that although Jungkook is technically pleasuring you, he still has all the power.

“That was fast. Did my little whore need it that bad?” Jungkook mocks you, running his thumbs over your hip bones. You shudder at his all too gentle touch, knowing damn well he could leave bruises if he wanted to. But he doesn’t because he knows you’d love that, and he won’t give you anything you want unless you show him proper respect.

“Yes, owner. Needed it.” You answer honestly, then let Jungkook help you into a sitting position. Jungkook holds you by the back of your neck, kissing you slow and deep. You sigh into his mouth as Jungkook uses his clean hand to rub at the knots at the base of your neck, quiet but attentive.

When you break off the kiss, you glance down at Jungkook’s hard cock. You lick your lips and Jungkook snorts. “Not right now.” He reads your mind. “I want to be inside you.” He says. You swallow at the thought of it.

Jungkook turns you around, positioning you so you’re on your knees. You whine as he wets his tip in your come, then slides in inch by inch. Both of you groan at the feeling of your overstimulated pussy clenching around him, wanting more. Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist, holding you flush against his chest. You rest your head back against his shoulder, and Jungkook gives you a minute to adjust to the feeling of him. When you’re ready, you squeeze his arm and Jungkook starts to pump in and out.

You whine, and Jungkook kisses your neck. “That’s it. So obedient.” He says, and the praise makes you groan. You reach down and take away the vibe from Jungkook’s free hand. You take his hand and guide it to your throat, making him hiss. You hold the vibe to your clit on your own, satisfied at being used. Jungkook lets you get away with taking charge, if only because he notices you clench harder around him when he presses on your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. Within a few minutes, Jungkook’s thrusts begin to lose their control, and grow faster and rougher. It gets to the point where Jungkook is all but holding you up, and his groans and pants are no stranger to you now.

“Would you like my come?” Jungkook asks with a slight laugh, still having the energy to tease you in this state.

“Yes, owner. Yes. Thank you so much.” You chant, and Jungkook tightens his hold on your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. You tip your head back against his shoulder, only able to concentrate on holding the vibe to your clit while Jungkook wraps his free arm around your waist. He uses his arm around your waist for leverage to fuck into you, and you have no shame in crying at this point as he uses you. You feel so full already, but you want his seed.

“Good girl, come.” Jungkook praises you, and that alone sends you over the edge. As you clench and shudder around him, Jungkook comes into you. The two of you end up back down on the bed, with Jungkook laying behind you. You let him tuck his chin over your shoulder, rubbing his hands along your sides to soothe you. “Good girl, so perfect.” He praises you, holding his come deep within you.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, owner.” You say in a desperate voice, your sub space overtaking your rational mind. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, however, smiling and peppering kisses against your neck.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit, okay?” He says and you hum in agreement.

The two of you lay for what feels like forever, and you’re so tired and satiated that you feel yourself starting to fall asleep. But that’s when Jungkook pulls out of you, reaching for the tissue box on the nightstand. “Here.” Jungkook whispers, wiping between your legs gently. When you whine from the overstimulation, Jungkook kisses you softly. “Do you want to shower now or after?” Jungkook asks.

“Now.” You say, but hold your arms out. Jungkook grins, his eyes crinkling. He lets you wrap your arms around his neck and carries you like a bride to the adjacent bathroom. He turns the shower on and helps you get in. You let him wash you down, cleaning your skin and hair. Jungkook takes his sweet time, humming under his breath as he works on you. When you’re both clean, Jungkook wraps a towel around his hips and then another around your body.

“Do you want to get dressed and I’ll change the sheets?” Jungkook asks. You can’t answer him, too deep into the feeling of being safe and doted on. Noticing this, Jungkook cups your face, kissing you. Then, he leads you back into the bedroom. You sit on your vanity chair, watching Jungkook rummage around your room for fresh sheets as if he’s always been there.

As if he’s always been there.

The thought is dangerous, even in your blissful state. Jungkook has other women, probably multiple. You can’t be stupid and think he only does this stuff with you. The thought makes your heart sink, getting in the way of the soft feeling in your head.

Eventually, Jungkook finds a fresh set of sheets on the top shelf of your closet. He strips the bed down and changes it, then throws the soiled sheets into the laundry basket in the bathroom. You even watch as he looks through your nightstand for disinfectant wipes for your vibrator, and cleans it off. Then, when he’s done everything, Jungkook opens his arms and lets you come over to him. You get into bed, cuddling into Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook pulls the covers over both of you, holding you close.

“Sorry.” You whisper. Even one word is hard to say, but you need to say it.

“Why?” Jungkook says, patting your head. You sigh against his chest. Even with your body wash on him, Jungkook still smells so much like himself.

“Y-Your girlfriend…” Is all you can get out, and Jungkook quickly pieces together what you mean.

“I don’t have one. She’s only an acquaintance.” Jungkook says, then pulls back to look at your face. His expression softens. “We can talk about all of this later. I’m not going anywhere.”

“No?” You ask.

“No.” Jungkook reiterates firmly. For good measure, he holds you tighter and you sigh. You love this feeling, love feeling taken care of. “Just relax and let me take care of you, baby. We can talk more later. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, and Jungkook continues to hold you close until you fall asleep. Safe and sound.

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