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WHEN YOU SIGNED up for Love Island, you obviously knew that the heart rate challenge was something you were going to have to do, and before, it didn’t sound too daunting? Now? You felt sick.

You stood in the bedrooms, waiting to be called out, wearing a little two-piece lingerie set, pink and white with floral designs and the top was like a mini corset.

The girls had been hyping you up, telling you how hot you looked and that you were going to rock it. But, it was easier said than done.

You weren’t first up, so that eased your nerves a little, but it didn’t stop your pulse beating heavy and hard.

Upon stepping out and walking in front of the seated boys, you saw Alfie mutter a little ‘Jesus Christ’ under his breath while everyone clapped and cheered for you.

“Hi, Archie.” You giggled, straddling the lap of the man your best friend was partnered up with.

While you rolled your hips against his, Hannah screamed from the terrace, filling your ears with confidence-inducing phrases.

“Reader, you look so fucking hot!”

You moved on swiftly to Morgan.

Not only was he one of Alfie’s closest friends, he was also pretty secure with Holly, and borderline locked off with her.

“You’re too sweet, Morgan.” You said, leaning forward and mouthing at his neck a little before pulling away.

When you reached Alfie, he seemed mesmerised already, but you weren’t about to give it to him that easily.

Instead, you crouched down, licking over the crotch of his jeans, holding his shirt up as your tongue dragged from fabric to bare skin, right up the middle of his chest.

“Fuckin’ell.” He muttered, biting his lower lip as you pecked his cheek and walked off, “Is that all I get?!”

“Patience is a virtue, you can wait, big boy.” You purred, finding your way into Marcus’ lap with your back to his chest.

You moved your hips in small circles, pressing your palms into his knees for stability and sinking down, down, down to the grass, before turning to face him. Knowing he still had a thing for you despite Alfie’s possessive behavior made you want to put a shift in (also, if anything, it would definitely strike something in Alfie, and you loved seeing him get jealous) so you took Marcus’ fingers into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down before pulling away completely and kissing his cheek.

“Reader, you’re nuts, girl!” Archie shouted, clapping and stomping his feet.

You made your way through the rest of the boys with licks of your tongue, occasional kisses and rolling hips, before finally landing back in front of Alfie.

“Hi daddy.” You chimed, making the boys screech in shock while you took his hand and dragged him out the expanse of grass.

“Daddy, is it?” Alfie smirked like a cocky bastard.

“Lie down.” You ordered with a little laugh, pointing to the floor.

He did so without hesitation, and once he was comfy, you sank to your knees with your thighs bracketing his hips.

With slow motions, you dragged your hips back and forth.

And yeah, you did feel him harden beneath you, but it was only more of a confidence boost than anything.

“Yes, Reader!”

“Go on, girl!”

The girls on the terrace shouted down at you.

The manner in which you attached your lips to his was animalistic. There was no gradual build up, it started rough and remained that way.

Your lip combo was confidently ruined, and a mixture of both of your salivas ran down your chin.

His tongue was invasive in your mouth, exploring every inch of it in a way that had your hips moving a little more desperately than you were supposed to.

Your hands were framing his neck whilst his rested on your arse, squeezing the fat and kneading it repeatedly, slightly guiding your movements.

“Oh my God, you two!” James exclaimed, slapping his thigh. “The song’s over!”

“They’re basically having sex!” Christian added on, completely gobsmacked by the display.

To finish it off, you brought your mouth to his ear, moaning breathily down it and then pressing a kiss to his cheek, rolling off of him.

“Bye, baby!” You grinned, jogging off back inside as the boys clapped for you.

“Boys … I’m in love.” Alfie muttered breathlessly as he stood, looking down at his jeans and making sure his situation down there wasn’t too prominent.

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The boys really didn’t have that much of an effect on you. Christian grinding into your lap did nothing but make you laugh, Morgan grabbing your hand and forcing you to feel up his abs had you grinning, and Marcus bending you over and pretending to fuck you only made you shriek in shock. Sure, they all invoked a reaction, but none of them compared to Alfie.

Seeing him walk out with a red bandana around his neck, cow print ‘shorts’ with cut outs that revealed his dark blue boxers and a cowboy hat on head, had you collapsing back into the seat, crossing one leg over the other and covering your face with your hand.

You were not entertained by his activities with the other girls, and so kept your hand firmly over your eyes until you felt his presence before you.

“Alright, girl? Have this.” He grinned, removing his hat and dropping it onto your head, “I’m coming back to you, gorgeous.”

“Okay.” You beamed, deciding that maybe you could watch.

Nope, bad call.

Seeing his lips on the skin of another girl had your heart caving and face sinking.

“Oh, Reader’s fuming!” Christian gasped from the terrace.

“She’ll only be joking, boys.” Morgan defended you, shaking his head.

Hannah screamed as Alfie gripped Scarlett’s neck on one side and sucked on the other.

Her mouth was agape, nervous laughter escaping. She stared him down as he walked away, giving him the craziest ‘fuck me’ eyes you’d ever seen.

“Back to my number one girl.” Alfie took your hand.

You were intending on keeping up the sour mood, but when he threw you into his arms, you couldn’t help but scream and clutch onto him.

His lips were on yours in an instant, your legs hooked over his forearms. The angle was a little awake, if you were going to be honest, but you were willing to make it work because you’d never been more turned on in your life.

The grass beneath you tickled the skin of your back, your spine digging into it as he forced you to lay flat.

You did have to remove the hat, but you would be putting it back on the moment his performance had come to an end.

He was at your feet, dragging his lips up the length of your leg. Your hands were on your cheeks, staring at him with nothing less than adoration.

Once he was at the very tops of your thighs, he adjusted your legs, throwing them up even higher so they were resting over his shoulders.

The girls screamed for you, Lana getting up and jumping up and down while Mehreen clapped the loudest.

His tongue rolled over the inside of your thigh, his sharp fangs nipping at it and causing goosebumps to rise all over your body in a wave.

If it were just the two of you and you were alone, you most definitely would’ve moaned, but you had to contain yourself.

He continued to mouth at the meat of the peak of your thighs, even going as far as to brush his mouth along the gusset of your knickers.

You actually shrieked, shooting up from the floor and snapping your head in the direction of the girls as he busied himself with your other thigh.

The moment he planted his hand on your chest and forced you back down, you were a goner.

You covered your face with your hands, laughing maniacally at how lucky you were to have him as a man.

He continued the ascent up your body, his tongue darting out occasionally to get a taste of your skin before licking into your mouth.

Once again, the kiss was ferocious and fiery, filled with all the things that made your knees weak and heart stutter.

“Holy fuck, everyone wear your earplugs tonight.” Hannah warned, feeling the sexual chemistry and tension radiating off of the pair of you.

There was a slight burn in the backs of your legs from where they were being stretched upwards, but you really didn’t care, because the burn of passion in your stomach was much more intense and worth paying attention to.

You felt him everywhere; his hand around your neck, the other at your waist, his tongue against yours, his hips clashing into yours, his groans vibrating against your lips.

It was all so much that you couldn’t help the next few words that slipped out.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He pulled away, a little taken aback before smirking, “Tonight?”

You nodded, wasting no time in bringing him back to you.

“Okay, song over! You win, we get it!” Holly exclaimed, waving her hands about.

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Sat around the firepit, Alfie’s arm was around your waist, his hand flat on your outer thigh as you sat cuddled up. His hat had returned to its rightful place on top of your head.

Lana stood, reading out the results of everyone’s heart rates.

You weren’t shocked when it was revealed that Alfie was the reason for your near-cardiac arrest, and vice versa. But, hearing that you had caused Marcus’ to spike the least had your eyes widening a little.

You felt Alfie’s hand claw at your thigh, digging into the fat as you sunk back into him, trying to show that you were all for him.

He found it a little amusing that Scarlett’s heart rate was raised the most by him, and you wanted to be surprised, but the way she was gazing up at him left no feelings hidden.

“The couple that raised each other’s heart rate the most is … Reader and Alfie.” Has read out.

“No one’s shocked.” Morgan laughed as everyone clapped for you.

You turned to him, a dazed smile on your face before pecking his lips once, twice and then resting your head on his shoulder.

“You were so good.” He muttered into your ear.

“So were you.” You whispered back, toying with his fingers.

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While you were removing your makeup before bed, the girls were all squealing for you, telling you how well you and Alfie worked together and just expressing general excitement for you overall.

“Okay, am I going to have to cover my ears with a pillow tonight?” Mehreen asked, grasping your wrist.

“Guys!” You whined, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Girl, that was pure passion on the floor!” Holly scoffed, “I’ll be more shocked if you don’t fuck tonight.”

You bit your lip, wondering if this information would be useful or not before blurting out in a whisper, “I told him I wanted him to fuck me tonight.”

“No way!” Hannah screamed, cupping her mouth with her hand.

You nodded, pursing your lips to hold back your grin.

“Oh my God, stop! Why am I excited for you?!” Lana clapped, doing a little dance on the spot.

Slipping into bed beside Alfie, his arms immediately folded over you, chin resting on your shoulder as your nails danced along his forearm and everyone had their before-bed chats. They often consisted of useless nothings that had everyone giggling as the lights shut down.

Speaking of, once the room descended into darkness, Alfie didn’t hesitate to pounce on you. He consumed you whole with one kiss, and you tried to keep the volume down, but it was a lot easier said than done without getting caught up in each other.

The only solution he could find was to pull the duvet up over your heads and hope that it muffled everything enough.

“Do you actually want to? It’s a big step?” He muttered against your mouth, double checking despite the fact that his hand was already down the front of your sleep shorts.

There was a slight hesitation as you thought it over before nodding, “There’s no one else I wanna do it with other than you.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could just feel the grin on his face as he absorbed your words before connecting your mouths again.

It was obvious to the cameras as to what was going on, with his body rustling against the covers as he situated himself on top of you, but you weren’t the only couple getting a little heated.

That made you feel slightly better about it.

“I really, really like you, Reader.” Alfie muttered against your chest.

“I like you too, Alf.” You moaned softly.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

You felt a little sick with nerves at taking this massive leap with him, because for one, you had to be sneaky and discreet about it, and two, it was technically on national television, and you really hoped you weren’t making a mistake by doing this.

But, by the way he looked at you every day and night, you felt like you were being a bit dramatic.