Purely Platonic (Love Island)

- 𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓈𝑜𝒹𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 -

- Hailey -

Song: Into It by Chase Atlantic

Everyone is in bed, but I lie awake, unable to sleep. I'm not sure if it was from the excitement from today or the stress, but I can't help but feel guilty. I just am struggling to find out what for.

Nick didn't say good night to me tonight. He has done so every night we've been here, and since he hasn't tonight, it just feels wrong.

I hear shifting next to me on the bed, and I feel Nick turn towards me. I turn my body to face him, and I can manage to make out his open eyes in the darkness.

"Hi," I whisper to him. He doesn't reply for a moment.

"Hi," he finally answers. "How was your date?"

"It was good," I say.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well that's good," he breathes out. We sit in silence for a second, and I just know that he is spitting out lies right now.

"Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you mad?"

I hear him let out a sigh. "No, I'm not mad."

"You seem mad," I state.

He again lets out a deep breath. "I'm not mad, trust me. I'm fine. I'm just frustrated."

I can't help but smile. "Aw, are you jealous?" I tease him.

"I'm going to bed," he says, trying to shift, but I grab his shoulder and pull him back.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I know you're not jealous." He doesn't answer, and I start to feel anxious. "Why are you frustrated?"

"Do you really want to know why?"

"Yes," I answer, but the word comes out rather unsure.

"Are you sure?"

I take a deep breath. "Yes," I answer, this time more sure.

"Because I have to watch as you talk to Fernando, Hailey."

I squeeze my eyes shut as I just know I am hurting him right now. And the worst part? I'm not exactly sure how I feel either. "I'm going to sleep," I tell him before flipping back over to my left side. After a second, I feel Nick bring his body to my back.

"I have to sit and watch," he says, whispering into my ear. "I have to sit and watch while I struggle to shake away the thoughts of you. I want you to talk to me, not him. I want to touch every inch of your body and claim you as mine. Not his."

My breath hitches as I feel Nick begin to trace his fingers along my leg.

"I want to touch you until you scream my name, not his."

He brings his hand up to my thigh, and goosebumps arise on my skin.

"I want to touch you, Hailey."

His breath on my neck only worsens my arousal, and I keep my eyes closed to try to fight this away. I already had told him we would just be friends. I was interested in Fernando, and he was interested in me. But, if that was the truth, then why did Nick make my skin feel like it was on fire?

"Then touch me," I whisper back.

His cold fingers against my skin cause me to tense up as he brings them upwards and to my stomach. He traces downwards and to the hem of my shorts, but then he stops.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I whisper back, barely audible, but I know Nick heard it when the hem of my shorts and panties rise off my skin. He sinks his hand down and finally makes it to my clit. He applies a soft pressure to my bundle of nerves, and I release a breath that I didn't know I was holding. He presses a little harder before beginning to rub slow circles. I push back into Nick, and I let out a soft gasp when I feel his hard bulge against my ass. He groans at the slight friction, quickening his pace on my clit. He suddenly pulls away from it, and a little disappointment fills me.

I feel his hand lower, and his middle finger finds it's way through my folds and into my wetness. "Fuck," he groans out as he teases me. Then, he slowly slides a large digit inside of me. My hips involuntarily buck into his hand, and a whimper escapes me.

"Silence, darling," he teases me, whispering in my ear. "We wouldn't want him to hear now, would we?"

He adds another finger, pumping them slowly in and out of me at a torturous pace. He brings his thumb to my clit, and the sensation is overwhelming. My back arches and my head goes back into the pillow, and I attempt to keep in my moans. His pace quickens, and I move my hips with his rhythm. Soon enough, he is thrusting his fingers in and out of me desperately as if this is as pleasurable for him as it is for me.

"Shit," I whisper, and he shushes me again. "I'm gonna come," I whisper to him, despite him telling me to shut up.

"Come for me, darling," he says, and that brings me to the edge. I pulse over his fingers, and once I'm spent, he pulls them out of me and brings them to his lips. He groans as he tastes me.

"Now come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

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giggling and kicking my feet rn

-Liz <3