#m - certified best smut writer out there

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I read this when it first came out and I've been thinking about it nonstop since then and trying to find coherent words.... and I've come to the conclusion that I probably won't be able to sjskskjsossk.

But I will start with the basics and something that I will always think when I read your work, M. Best smut. Best characterisation. Right here. And both of these talents of yours just shine so bright in this story and you've mixed them so well ughhhhh.

I love seeing the boys' behavioural quirks that I've noticed myself, or ones I haven't but will always think of after, reflected in your work. I get so excited every time I spot one.

I also looove seeing dynamics like these where the characters just fit so well together. It just felt like they were exactly what the other needs and their chemistry was incredible.

And everything else I don't have words to explain how I feel about. The way this Jungkook is a mix of cocky and whiny... the nickname bunny... the crying... the way he pushed himself to the end 😵💫😵💫. Speechless.

I have genuinely tried expressing my thoughts about this more properly several times (and also reread it a couple of times in the process 🥴) but my brain turns to mush. And that's probably telling enough lmao.

crybaby (explicit)

genre: all pwp all smut babeyyyyyy

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

word count: 4.3k

contains: explicit sexual content!!!!!! like that's the whole fic lmao 😵‍💫 established relationship, marathon sex, wrist restraints/bondage, cocky yet eager sub!jungkook 🥵, soft dom!reader but she can be a lil tough, clothed tit play, objectification, she calls him bunny which i think is cute 🥺, spitting, dick riding, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, humping/grinding, jk has a nipple piercing 🙈, overstimulation/multiple orgasms - for both of them hehe, vibrator use, jungkook (and reader!) pushing himself to his limits bc..... he's jungkook, he cries 🥲, reader finds it hot 👀, a lottttt of sweat & cum lol, cum licking/eating, blowjob, maybe some subspace if you squint, winners never quit 💪, talk of coming dry at the end, jk is kind of a little shit lmaooooo - alright i think that's it 😩

A/N: not me barely managing to get this up before the ticket sales start 😅 happy hunger games to y'all who have codes!!! this fic is a birthday gift to my love, my angel, my cunning linguist @moni-logues 💜 HAPPY (yesterday) BIRTHDAY bb, can't wait to marry you on our first date, it is the joy of my life to build castles in the air with you~

and god bless jk for his lives the past few weeks bc they breathed so much life into this regular degular "sub!jk" fic idea. i'm v obsessed with his personality and the way he always pushes himself "just a little more", whether it's in staying up til 5 am singing karaoke on his couch or giving his absolute all in a workout. just so in love with our bunny tbh, so i hope you enjoy this spicy version of him too!! 🥰

will be on AO3 soon!

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You know your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

He stays up late even when he’s exhausted, likes to do his workouts to failure, could spend hours in a tattoo session with the needle pressed to his skin and his bones humming from the buzz. Always holding out for as long as he can, always wanting just a little bit more before he calls it quits, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Because he wants to test his limits.

And today, you want to test them, too.

That’s why you text him to meet you in the bedroom, let him find you in nothing but one of his oversized Carhartt shirts, kneeling up on the bed as you affix a pair of purple silk restraints to the headboard.

There’s the soft creak of the mattress from Jungkook’s added weight, and you feel the heat of him as he crowds you from behind, hands dragging up the curve of your hips and taking the hem of your borrowed shirt with it.

“This was the emergency, huh?” The low murmur of his voice is chased by the cool touch of his lip ring as he drags his mouth up the nape of your neck. A blossom of arousal starts to unfurl in your core. “Wanted to use these?”

“Yeah,” you answer, feigning nonchalance as you give the silk a firm tug to test that it holds. Satisfied, you let yourself sink back into Jungkook’s touch, dropping your head against his shoulder and smiling when he leans down to brush his lips over yours. He hums a soft little sound into your mouth.

You cup your hand to the nape of his neck when you pull away to finish the thought. “Thought we could try them on you.”

The words are seemingly all your boyfriend needs to hear; he drops down onto the mattress so hard that he bounces a little. You can’t help but laugh at the way he scrambles to strip out of his sweatshirt, like he’s being timed, then hurriedly centers himself on the pillows, eyes glinting dark with desire.

When you first started talking to Jungkook, everything about him made you expect that he would be the one to call the shots. The good looks, the tattoos and piercings, the muscles— and definitely the motorcycle. But once you’d sat across from him at dinner on your first official date, only to watch him blush and fumble his way through a conversation, you started to suspect that maybe he preferred to follow rather than lead.

That thought was certainly confirmed the next time you saw him out in public: it’d been a full two weeks since your first date, with nothing but radio silence between you since. You were admittedly maybe a little too drunk when you spotted him out with his friends at the same bar you’d been dragged to by yours— drunk enough to have no problem walking right up to him to read him for filth, in front of all of his friends, for ghosting you.

Except he’d just blinked those big brown eyes up at you, mouth dropped open in disbelief, and quietly admitted that he’d been waiting all this time for you to text him.

One of his friends had clapped him on the back, laughing loudly as he corroborated Jungkook’s confession. “He’s been having midnight karaoke pity parties because he never heard from you. Please take this boy out again before his neighbors have him evicted!”

That night told you everything you needed to know about how the dynamics in your relationship would work out. That if you wanted something, there was a very good chance Jungkook wanted it, too.

Which is why it doesn’t surprise you that your boyfriend is already sprawled out half-naked on the bed beneath you, arms folded behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge, dangerously attractive.

His mouth pulls into a cocky, flirtatious grin. “Ah, so you wanna use me?”

“I do,” you murmur, straddling your thighs over his torso and leaning up to take the smooth purple silk between your fingers. He offers you one hand before you even have to ask for it, and takes advantage of the other’s last few minutes of freedom to paw at you over your shirt. His tattooed fingers seek out your breast and squeeze, his thumb flicking lazy strokes over your nipple.

You tug the knot of the restraint to tighten it, then look back just as Jungkook closes his lips around the clothed bud of your breast. The rough drag of cotton against your sensitive skin makes you hot all over, your nipple stiffening easily at the rub of his insistent tongue.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

He smirks with your tit still in his mouth, soaking a wet spot into your shirt, teeth scraping gently. “Could be tighter.”

“You are such a show-off,” you huff, more endeared than aggravated as you redo the knot, this time as tight as you can manage. Jungkook pulls against it teasingly, but it does actually seem to hold him in place, and you can feel a dull thud between your legs at the flex of his muscles on full display, the image of him already half-helpless beneath you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he says, as if in explanation, giving your breast a final playful jiggle before you tug his other hand off to tie it up, too.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook,” you retort with a smirk and a grunt of effort as you lean over him to tug the knot tight. You glance down to find him already using the leverage of his restraints to pull himself up so that he can continue to nuzzle his face into your shirt between your tits, abdominals shaking a little from the effort, undeterred despite the loss of both of his hands.

You take his jaw in your grip and scoot yourself further down his body, dipping in to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

“Are you gonna be a good little toy for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, and you enjoy the tease of hovering just past where he can reach, watching him strain up toward your mouth to seek another kiss and fall ever so short.

You can feel arousal already dripping from your folds as you slide further down the bed, slipping off from on top of Jungkook to easily rid him of his joggers and briefs. His dick smacks against his stomach, thick and hard; wet, too, at the pretty brown tip. You toss his clothes over the edge of the bed, then strip your own shirt to follow before lowering yourself between his spread legs.

The muscles in Jungkook’s thighs tighten with visible anticipation as you hover above his cock, letting the heat of your breath fan out over him, not unlike the warm afternoon air leaking in through the cracked bedroom window, the first taste of spring. You can hear the wet clicks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth.

“Easy, bunny,” you murmur, and then you work up a mouthful of saliva and spit it right onto the head of his dick.

He hisses in a breath at the splatter of it, then gasps a soft little sound when you take him in your hand to slip your fist down the length of him. That’s Jungkook all over; always so eager, always so sensitive.

“What do you think?” you muse, your mouth ticking up as you feel Jungkook’s hips roll into your grasp. “Think it’s ready for me, baby?”

“‘Sready,” he grunts, teeth clenched. “Use it, jagi.”

You waste no time, crawling back up Jungkook’s body to settle your hips over his, flattening your palms against his chest. He’s still squirming, thighs flexing against the bed as he rocks up in a desperate attempt to find the wet heat of your cunt, and you giggle as you work yourself backwards until the head of his dick catches on your entrance.

It’s a bit of a stretch, but you’re wet enough to take it. You bite down on a smug smile as you manage to seat yourself on him hands-free.

“Fuck, love when you do that.” Jungkook’s voice is a low growl, and you slide a hand up the firm definition in his chest and slowly start to rock yourself along his length. His cock fills you up like he was made for it; you can feel every detail of him drag against your ridges, trailing sparks of pleasure as you tilt your hips to drive him right into your sweet spot.

Jungkook’s head kicks back against the pillow as a groan rips through him. There’s a gentle crease in his brow, furrowed in the way that tells you it’s so good: the tight heat of your pussy, the slick stretch of it when you work it on him. You ride him rough, make him take it like a good boy.

Another noise stutters out of Jungkook, chased this time by a huff of breath that it takes you a second to realize is a laugh, the tone caught halfway between shy and horny. You watch the way he squirms, restless against his restraints, like he can’t help himself.

He answers before you can ask. “The way your tits— fuckin’ bounce— fuck, I wanna touch you.”

The feeling sinks in as you watch him writhe beneath you, as you shove your hips back harder to pull more desperate sounds out of him. It’s fun, not letting him have what he wants, makes you drip that much more down the length of him.

“You can’t.”

“I know,” he grunts, wrists tugging uselessly. “It’s hot— that I can’t.”

“It is,” you concede, feigning composure despite the hitch in your breath, the way you’re already close to the edge and pushed that much closer by having Jungkook like this. Tied up, all yours, free to do with as you please.

And still fighting against his fucking restraints.

“Think I could rip these?”

It’s like your body acts faster than your pleasure-driven mind can keep up with: all at once, you’re tracing the pouted curve of Jungkook’s bottom lip, then slipping two fingers past it into the heat of his mouth.

“Shh, bunny,” you murmur. He blinks up at you, glassy-eyed as you pet over his tongue, all lush and wet on your fingertips. “Toys don’t talk.”

You press down more firmly as if for emphasis, enjoying how his soft parts give so easily to your touch, and then Jungkook outright moans around your fingers in his mouth.

The needy little sound makes your pussy pulse hot between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you take him to the hilt, changing the stroke of your hips to grind against your toy, used solely to get yourself off now. Humping, really, rubbing your clit over the smooth skin of his abdomen where he’s blooming feverglow, flushed with need. Jungkook’s eyes flicker back in his head at the way your pussy’s taking him, squeezed tight like a vice and gushing wet. Working raw sounds out of him, his jaw gone slack; you can feel the blunt edge of his teeth and his heavy, shaky breath on the palm of your hand.

Your thighs shift to spread wider and the next drag of your clit is at just the right angle that pleasure surges up in you, undeniable, overwhelming. It’s all you can do now to chase your release, to keep rocking yourself into it, Jungkook’s thick cock plugged up inside of you and drool slicking out of his mouth to drip down your wrist.

“Gonna make myself come on my pretty little toy,” you manage to gasp.

Jungkook’s eyes find yours, burning intensity, the way he gets, and then he closes his lips tight around your fingers in his mouth and sucks, as if he’s begging to be used, and it sends you over the edge all at once. Your head tips back as your orgasm kicks through you, white noise pleasure, enough to get lost in.

Hips still rolling, you grind yourself through it, the waves of your climax swelling and receding again, until you finally drop forward against Jungkook’s chest, breathless and buzzing all over.

You let your fingers slip out of his mouth, exhale a laugh as they skip over the defined ridges of his stomach when you wipe your hand dry, taking full advantage of the fact that he’s powerless to stop you.

“Shit, that was hot.”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse with desire as you shift to find the curve of his neck under your mouth, trailing kisses until your lips brush over the pretty lines of ink just behind his ear. He’s still thick and stiff inside you, with a steady pulse-throb that tells you how badly he needs to come, how worked up he is from being used as your personal hump-toy.

“Yeah,” you echo, paired with a tentative rock of your hips that makes your cunt flutter, overstimulated, tugs a little whine out of Jungkook, too. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you breathe against his flushed skin.

“Think I— wanna keep using my toy. Kinda feel like being greedy.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches, shameless, at your admission, again when you flick a thumb over the silver jewelry studded through his nipple. There’s a part of you that wants to keep him like this, his leaking-hard dick filling you up while you purr nasty shit in his ear, just to see if he can come from it.

“Might ride it until I break it.” You scrape your teeth up his neck and he moans. “Gonna take all I can give you, bunny?”

His throat jumps visibly as he swallows, fights to gasp a desperate “uh-huh”. Answers with his body, too, arching up to press himself deeper into you, rubbing the slick, hot tip of his cock into your front wall in just the right way to melt pleasure down your spine. You reward his eager submission with a soft kiss, then lick along the seam of his lips, enjoying the sweet little noises that pour into your mouth when you open him up.

Still intertwined, his tongue stroking over yours, your hand goes fumbling for the nightstand, comes away with the slender cylinder of your vibrator, and switches it on before slipping it down to press between your bodies.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans as you nestle the shuddering bullet between your folds and find the bud of your clit. You know he can feel it too from the way his hips jerk beneath you, the steady buzz engulfing his cock as you squeeze your pussy around him, all lush sensitivity from your first orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“You can.” The words are hardly more than a warm exhale from your mouth to his, your lips brushing. “But I’m not gonna stop.”

You don’t give him time to respond or even heave in another gasp of air before your thumb finds the button at the base of your vibrator, clicks it once, then again.

“F— ahh!”

Jungkook’s body jolts like a live wire as he falls apart beneath you. You sit up to take in the whole of him, your free palm slipping to the jut of his hip, fingertips splayed out and pressed heavy to anchor.

Pinned down and helpless, he trembles through the hot rush of his release, dick buried deep and pulsing as it all comes spilling out of him.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your nails scratch lovingly against his skin to coax him out of it— taking such good care of your toy. His breath is punching out of his chest in these ragged, overwhelmed gasps, sweat glittering at his temples while he whimpers through the comedown. So fucking beautiful like this.

The hum of the vibrator rolls through you, strong enough with the change in angle that your eyes drop shut to focus on the feeling.

Jungkook whines when you circle your hips with him still tucked up inside of you— it’s a wrecked little noise, high and sweet, underscored by the thick squelch of his cum starting to leak back down his shaft. Your thighs tense just right from the filthy sound of it, and then it’s all throbbing velvet glow in your core as you clench up and come on his cock again.

“Fuuuuuck, bunny,” you groan up to the ceiling, your head tipped back as it washes over you. “God, yeah.”

You flick the vibrator off when it gets to be too much, let it go rolling down the mattress— the bedroom feels bigger for the silence. Sweat slicks at the back of your knees, warm spring breeze still licking through the window to flutter the sheer-gauze curtains.

You’re fluttering too, all over: the kick of your heartbeat, the breath stuttering out of your lungs. The throb of your cunt, split open and drooling out juice, messy-wet fresh fruit.

The sound of the bedsheets shifting has your lashes flickering open again, and there’s Jungkook. Dark hair fanned out on the pillow, wrists bound, and that look in his eyes. Like he can take a little more. Like he’s waiting for your cue. Like there’s this whole-heart want brimming up inside of him, making his blood run hot.

He’s still hard between your legs.

“Go on then,” you tell him. “Give me another one.”

With a concentrated growl, Jungkook flattens his feet to the bed, grips tighter to his restraints for leverage, and starts to pound up into you. You can feel an overstimulated shudder in the stroke of his hips, how his cockhead twitches, sensitive, as it rubs over your g-spot. But he doesn’t stop; doesn’t even lose his rhythm.

He fucks you like a machine, and it’s all you can do to brace your palms against his chest and tip forward, rocking yourself down to meet him thrust for thrust.

The harsh slap of body on body is almost enough to drown out the rest: your open-mouthed panting, Jungkook’s groan when your nails dig crescent moon slivers into his tan skin, the gravel edge to your words, “Yeah, like that, fuck me just like that.”

It takes you a second to notice, the sound buried beneath it all, but then it floats through— Jungkook’s sucking his breath in through his teeth now, his jaw tight. You can see the jump of a muscle working there.

“Does it hurt, baby?” you gasp, more air than voice.

Jungkook’s head drops back against the pillow, brow pinched from the focus of keeping his pace steady. He’s breathless, too, when he answers: “Feels good.”

“Feels good because it hurts, huh? Is that how you like it?”

A strangled noise tears out of his throat, and he shoves up even harder, like he wants to fuck you into the shape of him. You splay one hand over the column of his throat and watch his pretty brown eyes blink-blink back at you, and then you have to bury your moans in the crook of his neck as you come hard.

The world around you returns a little at a time. First, the tremble of your tired thighs, the dull ache that’s already started to bloom at the bend of your knees. Then, Jungkook’s body curved up against yours, hips still slow-rolling as you exhale in hot, jagged bursts against his skin. There’s the distinct drip of his cum sliding out of you, and all the sticky-wet places where it’s slicked up the swell of your ass.

“Shit,” you laugh when you manage to find the breath for it. “That was crazy.”

Jungkook shifts a little, but doesn’t respond, and then he makes this wet, soft gasp. You realize he’s shaking beneath you.

You sit up so fast the room spins; your tether is Jungkook’s face, cupped lovingly now between your palms.

“Oh, baby.”

A fat teardrop traces a path down his cheek. Another threatens the dark border of his lashes. He can’t wipe them away with his wrists tied up, but you can see him trying to hold back even as a sob shudders through him, his chest heaving.

“You okay, my love?” you murmur, swiping a thumb across his face. He sniffles, nods, hiccups a little. The tip of his nose is flushed pink. “Shoulda told me to stop, if it was too much.”

“It feels good,” he insists, and his voice cracks around the words. “It’s just a lot. But ‘m not— don’t wanna stop.”

“No? You sure?”

Jungkook sucks his lip ring into his mouth as he nods again, sniffs again. That sends a bolt of something through you.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you praise, and you tip your ass back until his softening cock slips out, smeared glossy-white with your shared release. Jungkook’s still wound-up, pulled so tight inside himself that he flinches when you slip a hand down to ease his legs apart, sliding lower on the bed to slot yourself between them.

“Can I take care of you, bun?” The question’s posed sweetly, chased with a flutter of your lashes and kisses dropped down on the flat plane of his abdomen. “I’ll be gentle.”

He whimpers— answers in the way his hips lift up to meet your mouth.

Your hands press flat to Jungkook’s broad thighs, and you can feel the overwhelmed static-shiver beneath your palms, little tremors that jolt through his muscles. Head dipped low, you drag your tongue up his length and it punches a thick sob out of him, hips stirring like he’s trying to crawl up the bed. But you just keep going, pin him down and make him take it, working broad flat stripes over the whole of his shaft, root to tip. Tasting him, salt and slick and your own heady flavor; you lick him clean.

Jungkook comes quietly this time, feet flexing restless on the bed as you tongue it all out of him. You swipe two fingers through the mess on his stomach and suck that up, too.

Humming around the digits in your mouth, you surface from between Jungkook’s legs to take him in: eyes closed, face wet with tears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for air, shaky, coming down from it.

“Alright baby,” you soothe, shifting up to straddle his chest, knees sinking into the sheets. “All done now, just breathe. Gonna untie you.”

Reaching up, you gently tug open the knot on one restraint, then the other, easing Jungkook’s limp arms to the mattress. Your thumbs find his wrists to massage soft love-circles in case he’s gone numb there, gently coaxing him back to earth.

“Did so good for me, bunny.”

There’s a whimper, and then Jungkook’s surging up to kiss you, forceful enough that you give a little hum of surprise against his lips.

His hands are all over you, all at once, tugging at your legs to drag them forward until you’re flat on your back on the mattress. Your sore thighs shake when he shoves them up and apart, and then a sharp buzz rolls right over the bud of your clit and you keen. Fuck, when did he even grab the vibrator?

“Wanna make you come again,” he pants, and you smile even as your spine arches off the bed. Of course. You should’ve known.

It’s Jungkook all over, you think, hyper-focused on your pleasure even when he’s out of commission, and then you feel the head of his cock push inside and you both gasp. Your cunt aches, so swollen that it’s like he’s stretching you out all over again when you take him to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. Jungkook’s hips snap, punctuated by a strangled grunt of effort, but he keeps going, making soft little sweet-pain whines with every thrust, brow scrunched as he brute-forces his way well past overstimulation.

He’s still crying, you realize.

Tears roll down his face and drip onto your collarbone, and everything’s somehow hotter for it. His length is slick, painted in the stored-up remnants of his cum, and you can hear the squish of your folds at the base of his cock each time he fucks it all back into you, so dirty it makes your head spin.

“J-just like that, baby,” you groan, overwhelmed; you can barely get the words out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him shaking, dripping, still rabbiting his hips into you, and then the hum of pleasure reverberating through your body explodes. Your clit throbs with an orgasm that feels endless, dizzying, divine. Jungkook outright sobs as your walls pulse pulse pulse around him, begging for every last drop.

When it’s all too much, you swat at his hand, mumbling shapes that aren’t words until the vibrator’s switched off and tossed away. He pulls out with a thick wet sound and the hiss of his breath between his teeth.

Together, you come down slow. Exhaling staccato, limbs tangled, bodies flushed and sweat-sticking.

Jungkook moves first: flops onto the mattress next to you, entirely exhausted, the way you’ve seen him get after a particularly rough workout. Scrubs at his face with one hand, this shy laugh fluttering out of him. “Can’t believe I cried. Ah, so embarrassing.”

You turn onto your side, tugging his hand away so you can press a kiss to his open palm. “Don’t ask me why but… in the moment? Very hot, actually.” A flush colors his cheeks and you giggle. “My perfect little crybaby.”

He flashes you his signature cocky grin, eyes squeezing shut as it morphs into something nearer to a wince. “Fuck, I’m so sweaty.” A breathless gasp, again. “And my dick hurts. I think I came dry that last time.”

“Poor baby,” you coo, not quite sincere. “You really could’ve stopped at… what, three?”

Eyes closed and still smirking, he shakes his head, damp hair falling in his face. “No I couldn’t have— I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“You certainly are.”

[sitp-recs]

Happy happy birthday darling @wolfpants! I’m so excited to be finally doing a reclist with my Wolf faves. I still remember the sense of awe I felt reading the magnificent Hollow (my very first Remus/Draco, so brilliant and poignant it got me immediately sold on the ship and also obsessed with that verse). Whether it’s Drarry or rare pair goodness, Wolf always delivers top notch cottagecore porn romance with gorgeous settings, captivating characters and a perfect mix of angst, fluff and smut, what else could we ask for? I’ve had so much fun selecting my own favorites for this list. The Drarry section might look small but that’s because I wanted to give a massive shoutout to Wolf’s delicious catalogue of rare pair shorts, which seems to be carefully crafted to meet my personal tastes (you’ll find that I got a soft spot for age gap and Ron thirst but I’ve tried to include a bit of everything and there are quite a few treats from Wolf’s stellar Kinkuary23 collection 🔥).

Dear Wolf, thank you for sharing so many great stories with us. We’re so lucky to have you on this fandom! It’s been amazing to follow your work as you evolve as a writer and explore my most beloved characters and tropes in your unique, creative, fun and self-indulgent way. I hope you’ve had a lovely day and ami excited to see what this new year brings you next! 🎉💜

🐺 Drarry:

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Like A Brother Would (E, 5k) - Rarry

Ron wants to tell him, again, that he’s not focused, that he’s not planning this whole thing through properly, that he keeps missing things. That they need more structure, that he wouldn’t have lost his temper like he had if only they had the safety of a strategy.

A Bigger Splash (E, 7k) - Dralbus

It's his dad's 45th birthday in rural Sicily, and all Albus wants is to be seen by Draco Malfoy.

The Hollow (E, 12k) - Remus/Draco

They both drink, and Remus wonders how much longer he can stay here. His eyes are already moving around slowly, looking for an escape. Anything to get away from the eerily familiar slope of Draco’s cheekbones, from the richness of the voice that sounds so much like the ghost inside his own head.

Trillium (E, 13k) - Dronarry

Harry and Draco are shagging. Ron’s got a hunch, and the only way to find out is to volunteer his services alongside Harry’s in the Big Malfoy Manor Cleanup of 2010. What could possibly go wrong?

Precious Metal (E, 28k) - Dronarry

Precious metal awaits in an abandoned, cursed cottage on the Isle of Jura. Ron’s illegal hunting ring is on it, but disaster strikes when he runs into a jumpy and suspicious Draco Malfoy, camped out where the treasure is hidden. What happens when they accidentally unleash a bond curse when both of them harbour feelings for the same man?

Tiny Home (E, 30k) - Dronarry

Harry and Ron left the Aurors years ago to travel the world and make up for lost time. When they finally decide to settle roots back in England, together, building a tiny home in the Lake District by hand seems like the perfect plan. What they don't realise is that Draco Malfoy already lives on the plot of land that they choose to build on. Check out @slytherco’s scorching art for this fic here.

[findyourrp]

Not me having to resubmit because I knew the INSTANT I submitted I forgot the emoji. 🤦‍♀️ SMH wish there was an edit button in the asks, would probably save mods everywhere so much time.

Evening. Aeon’s the handle. She/her, 30, and EST. All characters 18+, all writers 20+. M/F, CanonxOC. Lazy lit - novella style, doubling friendly, usually hitting that comfy meaty 3-5 paragraph point per character. Gonna need a writing sample, it’s not you it’s me. LOVE me some OOC, Pinterest boards, etc. Daily to rapid fire replier, looking for more or less the same from you. As always, communicate. I promise I’m not actually a douche. Italicized are who you should be keen on playing. Applicable canons I will play in return to follow in ().

On the hunt for an **Attack on Titan** storyline, seeking *Levi*. (Erwin, Jean, Mike)

**Demon Slayer** seeking *Kyojuro Rengoku*. (Tengen)

**YuGiOh** seeking *fem!Yugi* for genderbent puzzleshipping. (Yami/Atem)

**BNHA/MHA**, seeking *Hawks*. (Tokoyami, Shinso, Aizawa, Mirio).

Putting it out there, I am ASS with female canons (except maybe Hange). Dudes I can write as the day is long though.

I’m open to a wide range of plot potential scenarios, and am a certified trash gremlin for angst, drama, and the usual amount of character torment. I don’t mind senseless fluff or comfort scenes, and I’m happy to accommodate some self indulgence. Comfortable with a story to smut ratio anywhere from 90/10 to 50/50.

Discord is the best way to get ahold of me. Reach me at AeonsMusings.

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[bourbon-ontherocks]

I posted 1 254 times in 2021

335 posts created (27%)

919 posts reblogged (73%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.7 posts.

I added 2 351 tags in 2021

#nbc good girls - 921 posts

#brio - 351 posts

#fanfic - 278 posts

#gg season 4 - 235 posts

#ask - 158 posts

#brio fic - 115 posts

#text post - 87 posts

#my fic - 72 posts

#fanart - 71 posts

#rio - 63 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and i think that if you don't necessarily have to bc ppl speak your language and you understandably don't make the effort you're missing out

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Finally I can proudly introduce my hidden baby to the world!!!! 🥰🥰

Including but not limited to:

Certified obsessed idiots

Overly dramatic shirts rip-off

Actual communication

Sex as a coping mechanism

S O U N D S

Rio POV and 23 occurrences of the word “fucking” as a consequence (look, I tried not to)

The author’s  failed attempts at disguising her most recognizable mannerisms

Probably the reason why I haven’t been able to write a line these past two months

Read on AO3

(botr logo by @00gangfriend00  ❤️)

64 notes • Posted 2021-07-15 21:51:23 GMT

#4

Fave gg fanfic writers and why?

Ouuuuh, let me check my AO3 subscriptions, anon!! *cracking knuckles*

So here we go (not in any particular order). Basically my ‘why’s are either angst or crack since that’s what I run on. My apologies to fluff writers, it’s not personal ❤️

elisewrites @elise-jupiterstyle Why: One of the best fanfic writers in this fandom in my humble opinion. Gorgeous writing style, on-point POV characterization, amazing dynamic, dark and poetic settings, and ANGST. Like, a lot.

riosnecktattoo @riosnecktattoo Why: Queen of burlesque!Brio (Beth falling down the piano while trying to look sexy in Heart and soul is a picture that will haunt me for all eternity) but also master of angst and weird obscure kinks that are for some reason my jam (I’m still waiting for this brainplay sequel to beheading, Tay! 🧠🧠)

s_t_c_s @sothischickshe Why: Such a very unique voice and style, bizarre ideas that oddly make sense, delightful humour, hilarious POVs based on the objective fact that Beth and Rio are complete idiots. Also amazing angst when she decides to go down that route.

fireinsideforfun Why: Look. Look. A rational choice is literally the reason why I’m (still) here.

EnsignDisaster @betterhomesandhobbits Why: Absolute crackfic Master! Proper skincare had me howling, and don’t even get me started on the genius that is The goodest boy. One of the funniest writers in this fandom

convolutedConcussion @johnisntevendead Why: It’s just perfection. Humour, characterization, crankiness, lunacy, EVERYTHING, I’m telling you!

MissMaxime @missmaxime Why: One of the most creative writers in this fandom. An abiility to craft extremely cinematic phrasings and hilarious lines that I’m extremely jealous of. Oh, and see also: ANGST. Will I ever stop rambling about Ain’t no sunshine? Probably not.

Niham87 Why: Extremely gorgeous prose, original and funny AUs that I hope will be continued one day, great characterizations and stellar smut.

femalegothic @femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs Why: S M U T. Amazing outsiders POVs. But also a lot of humour and responsible sex pro-tips in the author’s notes.

whiskeyjack @whiskeyjack Why: I’m basically taking an English vocabulary class every time this woman posts something. Metaphors. See also: realistic and physically-rooted depiction of traumas and injuries  u n l i k e  a certain show

septiembre @septiembrre​ Why: Ugh, where do I start??? Amazing characterizations and voices, great writing style, in-character romance, fluttering moments between two stubborn idiots that will make you pull your hair in sobbing frustration and be like “uuuuuuugh! Why are they like this?”

fondful @fondful Why: Dark and poetic writing. Desperate mood. Aaaangst. Or you know... completely random and hilarious bagel AU where people craft penis-shaped embroideries, I mean, you can never know what will come out!

136 notes • Posted 2021-06-03 16:46:25 GMT

#3

any fanfic recs of dean being a dick to beth and rio stepping in?

Hey anon!

I'm so sorry it took me so long to get back at you...

I’m tempted to say that basically every GG fanfic features  Dean being a dick to Beth, and stepping into Beth’s life is literally Rio’s hobby, so the whole Good Girls tag on AO3 is probably a good entry point. However, here is a little selection.

This post benefited from a huge load of help from the amazing @sdktrs12 aka the people's librarian. Mwah!   😘😘😘

the wedding date by civillove @blainesebastian 28k, complete AU where Beth is a guest at Dean’s second wedding and it goes as bad as you’d think

The Sacred Art of Kissing by brokensatellites @emilykolburn 3k, complete A post 2.03 fic where Rio makes a dramatic entrance as Dean tries to negociate his way back into the house

Forest for the Trees by Anijade @anijade 161k, WIP since 2021 A post S2 finale, post Boland divorce saga where Dean is still his whining annoying self and Rio is Rio

Good Sport by fireinsideforfun 12k, complete Dean is a dick with co-parenting and Rio speaks his mind. Oh, and Beth gets to sleep <3

You Should Probably Leave by peachraindrops @peachraindrops 7k, complete 2.09 canon-divergent where Rio actually kicks Dean’s ass for taking the children instead of the Brio breakup

love (where it wasn't supposed to be) by vuccijl  @lilliloves 5k, complete Rio confronts Dean about cheating in general and Beth in particular. Slight roosters fight vibes which is always enjoyable.

Shared History by brokensatellites @emilykolburn 113k, complete A season 1 re-tell with additional Beth-Rio backstory leading to Rio knowing about Dean’s history of bullshit and his patience has limits

Someone Like You by sunshine83 45k, WIP since 2019 A post 1.05 pancake lie canon-divergent fic where Beth and Rio are horny fools until Rio finds out about the cancer lie

a messy situation by freedomatsea 119k, complete A S2-divergent series where Beth and Rio try to make it work while navigating crime and Dean... deansies

Burn You by HermioneGranger1960  @medievaldarling ​ (OMG this is literally me discovering these are the same person!!! <3) 1k, complete A post 2.01 one-shot where Dean pins his infidelity on Beth and Rio gives him a little talk

Do Not Collect $200 by linzackles @mrslackles 242k, complete Rio calls Dean out on his actions (and Beth clearly doesn’t appreciate the ingerence)

Losing game by Niham87 174k, WIP since 2020 Dean is literally the worst, so... (mind the tags, lots of cw)

Filing her nails while they’re dragging the lake by s_t_c_s @sothischickshe 26k, WIP since 2021 Beth pays Rio to provide evidence of Dean’s cheating so she can file for divorce, so technically that would fit the definition

Say your prayers, you’ll need every single one by blameitonmyjuice 5k, WIP since 2019 Established Brio, Dean loses it and kidnaps Beth

blanket me by softbrio @softbrio 2k, complete Dean’s physically abusive to Beth and Rio is shockingly not a fan of it

Ultimately, I feel weird putting it on this post, but there’s also some dick!Dean bashing here:

A part of it brought to you by yours truly 151k, complete

151 notes • Posted 2021-06-19 16:17:11 GMT

#2

💌 your favorite line (or lines) from a fic you've written

Harper, no, we said no fave questions, this is too hard!!!! It actually took me longer to pick a line than to hanwrite it, lol!

Anyhoo, I love literally every line in this fic, but I have a soft spot for this particular section (please ignore how shitty my handwriting is, I have cramps in my hand now)

Milestone asks

159 notes • Posted 2021-09-08 16:03:20 GMT

#1

Tutorial on how to install the floating commenting box on AO3

So for those of us who love live-commenting fics, there exists an amazing script tool created by @ravenel​ and described on this post. Basically the commenting box is floating as you scroll down the text so you can quote/write as you read without incessantly going and returning to/from a text editor.

I made this tutorial on how to install it on either Chrome or Firefox for @missmaxime​ but then I figured I might as well share it here so anyone else who’s interested could use it.

If you’re using another browser than Chrome or Firefox but know how to add extensions on it, then you can still follow part 2 of this tutorial since Tampermonkey is available for other browsers as well.

Step 1: Install Tampermonkey web extension on your browser

(You can skip this part if you’re used to install browser extensions)

On Chrome: Type chrome://extensions in the address bar. It normally shows your installed extensions.

Click on the menu button in the top left corner of this page. At the bottom there's an button linking to the Chrome Web Store. Click it.

In the web store search bar, type “tampermonkey” and select the first result.

You should land on a page looking like this:

Click on "add to chrome" and follow the installation procedure (you'll have to grant a few permissions for the process to fully complete).

On Firefox: Type about:addons in the address bar. You land on a page listing your already installed addons (if you have any).

In the search bar at the top, type "tampermonkey" and enter. It should bring you to another page looking more or less like this:

See the full post

243 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 22:33:12 GMT

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[thechaoscryptid]

Writer’s Tag Game, Bouncy’s Edition

Many thanks to @tipsyraconteur for tagging me ❤❤ I know I said this was going to be my strictly Naruto blog but there’s definitely some of my other fandoms that are going to worm their way in heh.

Rules: brag to your heart’s content, you’re awesome, and then tag 5-10 people to do the same.

I’m tagging (if you’d like to play, no obligation): @magnustesla, @scarecrowinthewoods, @dunloth, @caped-ace, @alexianite, @benicemurphy, and @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul (you Voltron peeps, it’s Ary 😉)

1) What’s a paragraph you’ve written that you’re really proud of?

From Order and Obedience (KakaIru): 

“Think Konoha’s dog is going to be an easy fuck, ranger?” Kakashi asked, eyeing every possible exit. Just in case. “That my allegiance is so easily swayed?”

“I think if you were still wearing your boots you’d be trembling in them,” Iruka said without missing a beat. “Your desire to serve the light may not make sense to me, but even I can see that the way your skin drinks in the moon would be pleasing to any god. I’m not demanding darkness, only obedience.”

2) Pick a favorite scene from your longest fic!

The scene in Wake the White Wolf (KakaIru) where Sera and Kakashi part ways. I still get chills at the lines “You are no longer my problem. I am no longer your whore.” There’s plenty of fantastic scenes from that fic, but that still remains one of my favorites. That whole arc, really, from when she finds out the news to when it’s finally 100% over. 

3) Give us a snippet of your most recent WIP:

Voltron! This is a part of one of my stories for the Sheith Big Bang coming up:

A galaxy will never be enough to contain my love for you. 

Mechanically, Keith’s hands go through the motions of powering up Black as Krolia’s voice comes through the comm link. It’s another diplomacy mission--another he’d rather skip in favor of liberating some far off colony from oppressors or just staying in bed, unmoving. The lion doesn’t speak to him the way she used to, and neither does anything else. The universe, for all its glory, has become simple.

Dull.

Grey, even with color sprays from passing planets and nebulas.

He chews on the side of his lip as he lets his head tip to the side, checking to make sure things are in order. His mother’s still rattling off information about the mission and he just wants to tell her to be quiet, he’ll figure it out on his own later. He wants to hear the ghost of Shiro’s voice whispering it loves him again.

Keith…

Ghosts are never enough, but Shiro’s I’ll love you until forever ends echoing in his head assuages the pre-mission blues. “Not that it’s ever anything else these days,” he says under his breath. Krolia asks what he said, and he blames it on a squeaky chair. “Gotta get in here and tune up the cockpit when I’m back. Project for Shiro and I.”

“Well, just as long as it doesn’t interfere with things now. You ready to give ‘em hell?”

Keith pastes a smile on his face, though he knows she’s not on the video link. ��Would you expect anything different?”

4) If all of your published fics sparred, who would win and why?

Ohh, tough one...based off of stats, Wake the White Wolf, no question. Off of personal preference? Probably Crescendo (SakuOro) right now. 

5) What’s a fic/author you’ve taken inspiration from and in which one of your works did you incorporate that inspiration?

I won’t lie, Tipsy, a lot of my recent style choices came from Scar Tissue 😅 I found I really enjoy storytelling in present tense, with longer flowing lines punctuated by short lil ones for emphasis. It’s appeared in...most of my recent stuff? I switched within the last year or so.

(putting the rest under a cut because there’s some longer answers)

6) Which fanfiction character do you enjoy writing the most? In which one of your fics do you think you wrote them best?

This is another tough one xD I think I actually have to go with a three part answer here, though really, I enjoy writing so many more.

Kakashi Hatake: Shatter Me (KakaIru), best fic

Dazai Osamu: Marionette (Dazushi), best fic

Keith Kogane: since I can’t tell which one of my bang fics yet, I’ll go with my favorite published, which is Unsteady (Sheith). Truly, it’s going to be the fic from the above snippet hehe

7) Smut or fluff? Give us a sneak peek of your favorite fluffy/smutty scene you’ve written.

Mmm, smut. I’ve really got to be in the right mood for fluff, and my not-so-guilty pleasure reading is angsty smut.

My favorite fluffy/smutty scene...I think it’s probably from Reciprocity (KakaSaku)!

He wishes he still had the Sharingan to capture these moments. Sakura’s still got her thin undershirt on, but the delicate hollows of her collarbones call to him as she reaches over to light their lantern. There will be no fire tonight save for the one burning low and heavy in his stomach, as if he’s swallowed molten rock.

“Do I need to do the rest?” she says, dragging her hands up her legs as she stands. “Should I strip for you, Kakashi?”

He stands along with her and tugs off his mask first, then his shirt. Sakura gasps as the angry red of fresh scars is revealed, fingers twitching toward him before he shakes his head. “Let me,” he murmurs.

Inch by inch, the pale curve of her stomach is revealed. Shadows flicker and dance over it along with the flames, and when Kakashi pulls Sakura’s shirt the entire way off he thinks not even the prettiest sunset could compare. There’s several scars--no shinobi makes it out without them--and no shortage of muscle packed into her small frame, but somehow she makes a battleborn body beautiful.

Sakura makes life beautiful.

Her breath hitches when he tells her this, something shifting in her at the tender touch of his lips against her forehead. “You’re sure you don’t want me to just jump you right now?” she says breathlessly.

“No jumping,” he says. “Only falling.”

8) What’s a scene in one of your fics you wish you would receive fanart for?

Uh, literally any one 😅 My top choice, though, I think would be of my favorite OT3 in Desperately:

“I’ll be a lot cuter when the day comes.” Sakura shoved the bandana up and crunched her nose as she looked back with Ibiki. “You might have to leave me at the altar to catch everyone fainting at the sight of me.”

Ibiki’s laugh rumbled through the living room as he gathered her back to his chest. “We’re never leaving you there, baby, you know we couldn’t,” he said. “Or maybe we could take turns catching them. How d’you think your clothes will hold up, Rai?”

“They’ll be fine. I volunteer for catching duty as long as it’s you two falling for me at the end,” he said, spreading his arms over the back of the couch as he watched them sway. “And of course, falling into bed with me later.” Ibiki cocked an eyebrow as Sakura giggled into his scarred chest. “What, you think I”m joking?”

“Never considered it,” Ibiki said. He pulled away from Sakura to trail his hand up her arm, urging her to spin. His uniform lifted from her creamy skin and Raidou sucked in a breath as the purple lace on the bottom of her underwear was revealed. She knew he couldn’t resist those, and Ibiki certainly didn’t mind them either.

“Come here,” he said. Ibiki let her go and gave her a gentle push toward Raidou’s outstretched arms before flopping next to them as the song began to repeat. “I saw those. You can’t hide them from me.” Her hair tickled his face as he kissed over her cheek down to her ear. “Wearing my husband’s shirt and my wife-to-be’s favorite underwear, how scandalous, Sakura,” he purred.

“I’m sure your wife-to-be will be so very displeased I stole them,” she said, pulling back with a mock pout before turning to beg a kiss from Ibiki. “I hear she picked them specifically for tonight because she wanted to get laid.”

9) Would you ever consider turning one of your fics into a podfic? If no, why not?

Not on my own? I have hearing problems, so it’s just really never occurred to me. If anyone else wanted to, though, I wouldn’t say no!

10) The best (or your favourite) 5 reviews you’ve ever gotten! Don’t forget to tell us which one of your fics received them!

There’s so many 😭😭 My commenters are all fucking awesome, but I’ll trawl my saved comments for some highlights!

P5eud0Nym on Wake the White Wolf (KakaIru omegaverse): So, I just wanted to say you’ve been doing a fantastic job. I appreciate that this isn’t, and hasn’t at any point been, a dumb tropey kink fic. That you’ve taken the time to put so much heart into all of this. The fact that you’re exploring the politics, the social issues, and writing all of the characters as being more than just their A/B/O designations, so good. The multifaceted way you write is just really and truly refreshing. It’s obvious how much work and thought you put into this. You’re tackling a lot of really important stuff, from consent to civil rights, and it’s some grade A USDA certified Good Shit. Thanks for the fic and keep up the good work <3

Lilmeliz on Monster (ShigaDabi): AAAAAAA GUARANTEED I CAN BLOW YOUR MIND mwa. Please excuse the lame dua lipa reference I’m so sorry I’m so sorry I couldn’t-- Delicious. Finally some fucking good food. I want to congratulate you. This is such a beautiful, touching, heartwarming masterpiece. I even cried a little. I usually read shiggy with his dark past and his (soul) scars and all that jazz, and venturing into the thought of him having a mere fiber of good will in himself, in his actual self, is risky and prone to be ooc. But here it sounds right. It feels personal, private and even possible, my boi :( Dabi is an angel, I’m dying. I like the reminder “they lie, they kill...” Yes he’s an angel but he’s still evil. I don’t know what else to add but really, this is stunning! IM GONNA TATTOO THISSS amazing work 

Prism0467 on Forbidden (KakaIru): You have written their mutual dependency with such nurturing attention to detail I feel as if I know them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt...embraced by a work of fanfiction before now...this may well be a first. Your enthusiasm for this pairing comes through loud and clear, I’ll tell you that :)

PearlBear on Crescendo (SakuOro): Wow. Just wow. This is brilliant, heart-wrenching, creative and extremely, extremely well-written. You have such a way with words, I was actually crying. And you adapt their lives as shinobi so seamlessly to situations that happen in real life (how many partners give up on possibilities for their significant one and get nothing in return?). This story managed to move me deeply and all the while, they all were in-character (it hurt when Tsunade looked at Orochimaru in the same way they all do, also loved how Tobirama and Madara are his parents). The omegaverse wasn’t heavy at all, instead it’s well integrated enough that I, who don’t particularly like it, barely noticed and completely accepted it. It’s just the way things are. You manage to convey so, so much in a few words. I’m amazed. So, thank you for sharing this! I am very, very excited for what’s next, whether Orochimaru experiments to save himself, whether Sakumo commits suicide (or worse, dies on this mission), whether... So many possibilities. Your story is outstanding. Thank you for writing this gem!

(insert special shoutout to Tipsy’s review of Testing the Waters...)

and no comment appreciation section would be complete without at least one from @magnustesla! 

This one from Of Scale and Steel (Sheith naga AU): Ary, sometimes I am left speechless and I don’t quite know how to articulate my thoughts after reading one of your fics. Like, everything is just so...so brilliant that it’s like my brain fucks off when I try to get my thoughts down onto a page. Turning well known and beloved characters into something else entirely isn’t easy and often they miss the mark leaving the reader not really connecting with it. But you, you are brilliant and clever in all that you write because damn, I love Naga Keith. It feels like it IS part of canon. And your oc? Super adorable and she just belongs. I really loved her interactions with Shiro and the chewing on his finger had me rollling because it reminded me of when J would test everything by chomping it. Not relevant but it sparked a good laugh from me, especially because it is totally something kids do. I’m so fucking proud of you and I’m excited to see you get your mojo back with this fandom. Love you ❤

[clevernewdimension]

Heartbeats Finale (M)

Part One

The the future, technology has advanced. People are living on the moon, health has skyrocketed people to giving past a century and yet, people still like to read books. You are a writer, one who’s written a best seller and moved to a different country to try and escape a monster of a man. However, he and your mother follows close by.

Your mother thinks you shouldn’t be holed up inside all the time, and that you should see someone other than Lily, the woman you hired as a housekeeper and chef. She also keeps nagging about grandchildren, which leg her to buying you your own personal Cyborg to have and to love. You thought it was wrong to force someone to love you, even if they aren’t 100 percent human. So, you settle on hiring Yixing as a personal assistant.

However, seems like your mother has made you the perfect man, one that the more you get to know, the more your feelings get complicated.

Authors Note: Trigger warning for mentions and memories of rape, Assault and attempted rape. Those have nothing to do with the actual smut in this part, which there is quite a bit of.

Word Count: 13.4k

“What the hell do you mean ‘what is romance’,” Lily asks, sitting down and watching something on Netflix from her computer. The roasted pork she’s making it in the oven along with some veggies, so all she was doing was waiting for it to be done. She looks at me, eyeing me with a confused stare.“It’s… love and stuff.”

“But what is it like,” I ask, exasperated. I’m trying to get some answers for once. I have to write this part of my book or else. Everything I’ve been writing seemed so stale and boring. Like two cardboard cutouts being pushed against one another and not like people who are in love. I almost ripped my hair out from being so frustrated.

“Surely you’ve dated,” She says, looking at me and quickly pausing her show.

I feel my face heat up. I frown as I shake my head, “Nope. Never.”

“Shut up,” She says, her eyes wide. She pushes her computer to the side, all of her attention on me. She shakes her head, “but you’re so nice! And beautiful! And smart!”

“And I had braces and was too was shy to talk to anyone I thought was remotely attractive,” I mumble, rolling my eyes.

“Well that hasn’t changed,” Lily says with a smile. She knew it was safe to talk about since Yixing went to run some errands. “Especially since I see you eyeing Yixing.”

“Not going to happen,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t want to force him to do something, and that is like… what he’s programmed to do.”

Lily rolls her eyes back at me, “He was programmed to be a sex machine, but not to say yes to whatever you wanted. I made sure.” She points to the computer. “You were too shy to keep looking, but I wasn’t. He has the ability to say no. He also wasn’t programmed to automatically love you, because I know you’re worried about that, so I made sure to look.”

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this,” I mutter, feeling so awkward. “I just don’t want him to feel like it’s what he’s supposed to do!”

“He won’t, you’ve made that very clear,” She says, giving me a comforting smile. “Trust me, if you won’t make a move, he will sooner or later.” I see her smirk, “Besides, the sexual tension is getting hard to ignore.”

“What do you mean? I never-”

“Not from YOU, sweetie,” She says with an amused grin.

My face feels flushed as I sigh. My shoulder still a bit sore, the bruising almost completely gone by now. The memory of the crash still in my mind, and any time I got into the car I was a bit worried. Anytime I think of it I think back to Yixing saving me.

The door opens, Yixing walking in and moving to the freezer. He smiles, looking at me before putting a few pints of ice cream in it. He winks, before looking at Lily, “I got you one, too.”

“You’re a certified angel,” She says with a smile. She looks back at me as Yixing kept putting things in the freezer. ‘He winked at you,’ she mouths, not saying anything, giving me a thumbs up. ‘Get it!’

My faces goes red as Yixing turns around, folding the reusable bag and setting it down next to him. He stretches, “Book store was closed, so I though I would just get some dessert instead.”

Lily grins, looking at me, “Thoughtful!”

I smile, before standing up, stretching my legs, “I’m going to go try to get some more writing done.”

“Googling ‘What is love’ isn’t going to end well,” Lilly yells to me.

“I wasn’t going to do that!”

“Knowing you that’s probably the first thing you did!”

“Shut up!”

The next few hours I skipped yet another love scene and wrote a bit more. I mean, I know what I would WANT it to feel like, but that’s not going to be real. I can’t keep skipping them. Sooner or later I’ll have to face reality and just go for it. My editor will give me advice. She would never let me down. I hear Yixing enter, standing at his desk as he answered a few emails before leaving again.

Maybe I should just… I don’t know… ask him if he’d help me. As a friend. Friends do that, right? Get a little more experience under my belt other than my disaster of a first time. With someone I trust, no less. Sure, it was daring, but I think, even if he said no, he wouldn’t hold it against me. He’d probably just try to help me figure it out another way, knowing him.

I just have to make sure he knows that I’m not… I don’t want him to say yes because I’m his ‘owner’. I want him to make a decision all by himself, if he wants to then awesome, if not, that’s fine too.

I look at the clock on my computer, quickly saving and shutting it down. Lily would have gone home now. I must have spaced and not noticed them calling me for dinner. I leave the room, moving and looking downstairs for Yixing first. I see him in the small living room, the tv on as he was flipping through channels. Wearing sweatpants and a short sleeve tee, very calm and casual, if a little bored.

My heart was racing and I was two milliseconds from leaving. He glances at me, a smile coming to his face. Before I could stop myself, I blurt, “I need to experience romance and things and I was wondering if you’d help me please!”

He looks over, confused, “Y/N, you already ask-”

I could feel my face getting warmer by the second. “I meant… like… physically.”

He was still for a moment. I could see what I said being processed in his head in real time, it felt like it took him so long to respond. His eyes go wide, “Oh… OH! Um…”

“Y-you don’t have to do it! I just… I trust you and I really n-need help for my book or e-else it’ll take forever and going to a stranger is like no option for me and I know you wouldn’t hu-hurt me and don’t worry I’m not a-asking for anything beyond j-just friendly help,” I say, looking down at my feet. The next few moments of his silence were killing me. I could hear my heart beating in my chest as he remains silent. I could feel my face getting warmer, embarrassment setting in. “I’m sorry Yixing just for-forget this happened I was being stupid-”

I feel his hands holding my face, moving it so I looked up at him. His hands were soft, my heart beating even faster now that I was looking into his eyes. Yixing was so handsome, there was no denying it. How calm he looks in this situation. He smiles, flashing that adorable dimple at me as he looks me in my eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed,” He mutters softly.

I nod a little, watching as he looks at me, his eyes moving down, looking at my lips. He looks back up at me, “Is it alright if I kiss you, Y/N?”

I bit my bottom lip, nodding slowly. My heart was beating faster, trying to calm myself. The nerves from fear, but also from inexperience. I mean, he’s probably never done anything like this, but he’s programmed to probably be good at it. I look up, seeing him just softly smiling at me, looking at me like I was all that existed.

Somehow that thought made me even more nervous. I was going to be his first kiss and I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing. He definitely deserve a better first kiss...

He smiles, shaking his head, “No, I want to hear you say it.” He says, one of his thumbs running over my bottom lip. His eyes looks down, before looking back to me. “I want to know you want this.”

The truth was I wanted it. But just for my book. Just to know what it’s life for my writing. I needed to know in order to try and make it feel real. At least I think so. “Yes,” I say, not daring to say more words for fear of making a fool of myself.

He smiles at me, this one seemingly more brilliant and beautiful than the last one. He nods, “Ok. Just stop me if it goes to far. If you feel uncomfortable at any time. Ok?”

“Ok,” I whisper, before feeling his soft lips pressed gently to my own. My eyes were wide for a moment as his hands moved to my waist. I put my hands on his chest, closing my eyes as his lips move against mine. They were soft, sweet kisses. The kind you always see in movies as a first kiss. I could feel a flutter of nerves in my belly that made me want to giggle. I could feel his heart beating beneath my fingertips, feeling it speed up. There was something enchanting about this feeling. Addicting, even, as he pulled away. I look at him as he smiles.

“Wow,” I say, smiling, “That was… just… wow.”

“If you like that kind of kiss, you’ll like this one more,” He says, moving his hands to my face, holding it as he pressed his lips to mine again, taking my bottom lip between his, sucking on it and nibbling it, before licking at my lips. I knew this kind of kiss from movies too. The open mouth ones that take place when things get more passionate and heated. My fingers gripped onto his shirt as I open my mouth. I jumped a little, feeling his tongue touch mine. He moved back a moment, laughing, before moving back in. His hands went to my hair, taking the hair clip I had holding it all up and tossed it to the table. My hair falling as he runs his fingers into it, humming contently into the kiss. I moved my tongue, trying to learn how to kiss him back so it wasn’t like he was kissing a doll or something. I wanted this to be enjoyable for him, too.

He pulls away, smiling before, biting his lip. There was something about the way he looks at me that made me feel warm. I could feel wet pooling between my legs as I was blushing as red as a tomato. Yixing looked as amazing as ever, his lips a little swollen. “Do you want more,” He asks, looking in my eyes with a smirk. Oh. That’s it. When people talk about in books about the guy being confident and how that makes you feel better yourself.

I like this look on him. I like it a lot.

“Yes,” I say, my voice a bit more confident. “I… I want to go as f-far as you’re willing.”

He nods, “I think we should take this slow. Let you have something to build up to. You want to understand the feelings, after all. Give you more time, though I will ask some things…”

He smiles, taking my hand, as he sits on the couch, pulling me so I was sitting on his lap. “When was the last time you’ve had an orgasm,” He asks, looking up at me as his hands went to my hips.

My eyes go wide at his question, but he doesn’t falter at all. He just smiles a bit more seeing me like this. “I… I don’t really do things like that,” I say, my face probably turning an even darker shade of red from my embarrassment. “I just get f-frustrated and stop after a while.”

He looks surprised, but doesn’t say anything. Yixing doesn’t make me feel stupid for being so inexperienced, which is nice. “Alright, then. Here’s what’s going to happen,” He says as he moves me to that I was straddling one leg. “You’re going to experience this before we move on to anything else. That way you know what it’s like. This ok with you?”

“Yes,” I say, as he smiles at me.

“Good, now, rock your hips,” He mutters, looking at me, his hands on my hips, guiding me. “Tilt them a bit. There’s a part of your body called the clit. That’s pretty much a button full of pleasure.”

My face was warm, hearing him explain it like he was a teacher. I remember learning about this in health class. This felt a bit like a class. He’s like my professor of passion or whatever, with a hands on approach. “Like this,” I ask, looking at him.

He shakes his head, looking confident, but not in a way that makes me feel like he thinks he’s better than me. He smiles, “You’ll know when you find it, trust me.”

He uses his hands to tilt my hips back. The next slide of my hips along his thigh makes me gasp, grabbing his shoulder and chest. I hear him laugh, “That’s it, right there,” He mutters in my ear as I rest my head on his shoulder. His hands holding me tightly, keeping me at that angled and sliding them. The friction on my clit make me gasp, fingers gripping him tighter. My thin pajama pants probably helped this endeavor a lot, as I bite my lip.

“Yixing,” I whisper, feeling his breath on my neck. “Oh my god!”

All I could hear was him chuckling, his lips kissing the skin at my neck, tongue sliding against it. “Feel good, right,” He asks, “Feels better when you go faster.”

His hands started to move my hips quicker. The wetness in between my legs was soaking my underwear as I moan into his neck, feeling embarrassed at the noise. I was trying to hold back, save myself some dignity.

“You have to make sounds,” He says in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “I can’t know if you like it if you don’t show me.”

A moan escape my mouth as Ijust give in. “Yixing, T-that’s-” I say, feeling like I’m yelling as my hand moved to his neck. He turns his head, moving one hand to move me so our lips were connected again. I moaned in his mouth and he drank them in. I could feel him smirk for a moment, feeling the muscles of his leg move. It made grinding on his leg even better. His tongue finding mine, licking into my mouth as I was groaning.

My breathing was getting deeper as he bit my bottom lip. The tightness in the pit of my stomach felt almost unnatural as I pulled away, my hands holding him tightly as there was this feeling of warmth flooding me.

“Yixing-” I start to say, trying to understand the sensations I was feeling.

“Look at me,” He says, his voice deeper somehow as he was looking into my eyes. “Just look at me. You feel it, right? It’s been building, what you feel. Just let go, Y/N. Fall into those feelings. Trust me.”

I, for a moment, let myself forget. Forget that I had no experience at any of this. Forget that he’s my employee. Forget it all as I yelled, holding on to him as his hands were forcing my hips to still move as I was shivering. I couldn’t move myself as this wave of absolute bliss washed over me.

It was like nothing existed for a brief moment. Nothing but myself and Yixing. I looked into his eyes, taking a huge breath of air as he just smiles. “Welcome back,” He says, kissing my lips softly. I moaned into it, feeling him softly nibble my lip. When he pulled away, I smiled. This fluttering feeling in me was still there, though. I wonder if that’s normal.

I shifted, feeling him tense as he let out a gasp. I look down, seeing a tent in his pants. “Oh… Should I?”

He shakes his head, “I’ll do it-”

“But I mean… I did this, right? Shouldn’t I help somehow,” I ask, feeling my face go red. I don’t know when I became so daring, truth be told.

He pauses, looking me in the eyes with worry. “Only if you’re ok…”

For a moment I was scared. I shoved those memories back, closing my eyes. This is Yixing. Not him. Yixing wouldn’t hurt me. He’d be kind. He’d be patient. He’d stop if I ask. I open my eyes, seeing him looked at me with worry. I smile softly as I nod, “I mean… I just want to try.”

“We’ll start with just your hand,” He says, somehow seemingly unashamed about all this. I suppose it makes sense. Perhaps he was programmed that way? He just smiles at me, making me feel completely comfortable. We ll, as much as he could. “Sit on the floor, ok?” He pushes the top of his sweatpants down as I move. I get on my knees in between his legs, looking at him as he pulls his dick from his pants. I see on his leg where I was a spot that was damp, feeling my face get flushed in embarrassment. He just smiles at me. “You can’t just grab it,” He says. “It needs some type of lubrication. So, in this case, spit is what we have to work with.”

I nod, moving my hand and spitting into it. I look in his eyes, as I reach out, taking it into my grasp. I mean, I’ve seen a dick before, so this isn’t new. It was erect, but still soft. He lets out a small gasp. “Now, what you’re going to want to do is squeeze, not a lot, and move your hand up and down. That’s the basics of it.”

I squeeze softly, moving my hand just like he said. I watch him tilt his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a low moan. “G-good,” He says, “Every now and then, t-twist your hand while you move it up and down. Makes it even better.”

I do just as he said, hearing him get even louder. There was a sense of pride I felt, doing this. Knowing I was the one making him feel good just like he did for me a little bit ago. “Y/N,” He says, shuttering, “The tip is the most sensitive part, so once in a while run your thumb up and around it. Especially the underside.”

I look at it, seeing beads of liquid dripping from it as I run my thumb along it like he said, pushing on the underside with my thumb. The moan that comes from him is loud as I see his legs tense. He looks down at me as I look up. He smiles, his hand reaching for my head as he pulls me towards him, I sit up, my hand still working on his smooth cock. His lips meet mine, this time with him moaning in my mouth instead of the opposite.

“Just a little bit longer,” He murmurs in my mouth, “I-I’m so close.”

Just a few more pumps, twists and stroking the head, his body tenses, the groan leaving him was loud. I look, seeing white cloudy liquid leaving the tip. It covered my hand and his pants as his hands grip my head, lips open and moaning in my mouth as I suck on his bottom lip, just like he’s done to me.

He relaxes, pulling away and resting against the back of the couch for a moment. He was red, sweating a little just like I was moments ago. His chest rising and falling with deep breaths, before he opens his eyes and looks at me. The smile on his face made my heart beat faster. I felt proud, knowing I did that to him. Seeing him come undone was just… amazing. He looked at my hand, smiling, “You can wipe your hand on my pants. I need to change them anyways.”

I do so, cleaning as much of it off as I could before standing. My face flushed, a bit of embarrassment setting on. He stands as well, taking my face in his hands as he kisses me softly, like he did the first time.

“Thank you,” I mutter, smiling up at him. It was awkward. Do people say thanks after something like this? Do they just nod and walk away? What’s the proper way of dealing with the aftermath of fooling around?

He nods, pressing his lips to my forehead before leaving and going to his room to change. I was thankful he left first, because it would have just made me feel more awkward. He seems to understand how I’m feeling often, now that I think about it. I wait until I hear him far enough away for me to bolt up the stairs.

I changed, taking a shower quickly before taking my computer and, on my bed, wrote and wrote and wrote until early in the morning.

Lilly was looking at me, a bit of a curious glare as she just finished cutting up some vegetables. She drizzled some olive oil on them, before smirking at me. “I’ve given you all morning, kid. But now I have to ask.”

I try not to glance at her, hiding myself behind my laptop screen. “Um… yes,” I ask, biting my lip hoping it was something small and trivial she was going to talk to me about. The weather. How we’re almost out of milk. Anything else but what I think she’s thinking.

She pushes the screen down, and I barely get my fingers out of the way. She looks me in the eye, before I blush, my face getting hot. “You have a small red mark on your neck. What happened when I was gone?”

I put my head in my hands, my hair hanging in my face. I could hear her giggle at my discomfort. I look up, “I-it wasn’t all th-that!”

“So you didn’t get that far, hm,” She asks, moving back to her work. “You can talk to me. I won’t judge you. You need someone to talk about whatever happened. You can’t exactly talk to Yixing about it…”

His name made me blush even more before I pull my hood over my head, pulling the strings closed. She laughs, her musical laugh filling the air. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m happy for you! About time you took a trip to the big O-town.”

I pull the hood open a bit, looking at her, my hair all around my face, still sticking out the hood. She smiles, nodding at me.

The words tumble out of my mouth quickly. Everything from how I thought he was good looking from the start, to accidentally peeping in on him in the shower. As we got to what he did last night, my face was practically the color of the beat that she was roasting. She had her back to me, washing her hands before turning back to me. She grins, “Well, I was right. He is totally willing to help you. I’m also right about him being a gentleman. Which is good because if he hurt you I would destroy him. Unless, you know, it’s the kinky kind.”

“Lily please,” I say, crossing my arms and resting my head in them on the counter. “It’s going to be so awkward now!”

“Only if you make it,” She says with shake of her head.

I was about to reply, before I hear the door open. The shuffling of shoes as Yixing steps in. “Got all the things you needed,” He says to Lily, setting the bags down on the empty island counter where I currently was.

“Thank you,” She says, patting him on the arm. I peek out, seeing Yixing stretching before glancing at me. He smiles, and I duck my head back down. I could hear a small chuckle from him before I grab a bag, moving to put it in the pantry just to get away from the awkward air.

“Y/N,” Yixing’s soft voices says, a hint of amusement. “That’s suppose to go in the freezer.”

“I-I knew that,” I say, turning on my heel and practically throwing the bag in. I could hear a chuckle from Yixing before turn, retreating to my room. My face permanently red today, apparently.

I spent the time half with my face in my pillow in embarrassment, the other on the phone with my mother. She was upset, wondering why she had to kind out from the news there that I got into an accident weeks ago.

“I could have lost my baby girl,” She says, her voice holding back sobs. I could hear the genuine feelings behind her words.

“I’m ok, Mom,” I say, laying down on my bed, “I didn’t feel the need to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin your vacation.”

“Fuck that,” She says, swearing for the first time in years it seems like. “You’re more important!”

“Mom, I wasn’t even hurt, other than some whiplash,” I say with a sigh, “Yixing made sure of that.”

“Remind me to thank him for that,” She says, “God. If he wasn’t there…”

“I’m ok, I promise,” I say, feeling tears in my eyes. “I love you, Mom. Enjoy the rest of your vacation.”

“I love you too,” She says, before blowing her nose. “Are you sure, I can come back.”

“It was forever ok, I’m fine. Please enjoy yourself. Bring me back… I don’t know… a dessert recipe for Lily to try!”

I could hear her laugh, “You love mango, so I’ll see if they have something with that.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

“I love you, baby girl,” She says, quietly, before hanging up.

I hang up, tossing my phone to the other side of the bed. I get up, going down the stairs. Lily was there, my laptop open in front of her with Yixing on the other side, a book open, his eyes on the pages. He glances back, doing a double take as he sees the trail of tears down my face. “Y/N, what’s wrong,” He asks, looking worried.

“My mom… she called and she… she cared. About the car crash,” I says, as Lily shuts the laptop.

She smiles, “Oh, Sweetie, of course she cares! I don’t like her, but finding out through the news that your kid was in a car accident isn’t the best way to find something out.”

I wipe my eyes, before moving and sitting in my usual seat, beside Yixing. “I’m just… I’m so shocked. Normally she’d call me to nag and brag…”

Lily nods, before looking back at the computer. She pushes it to me, smiling, “This is good. Very good. You’ve gotten a lot better.”

I smile, looking at her. She knows when to change the subject. When I need a break from my emotions. I talk to her, losing myself in conversation from now, until dinner. Yixing kept quiet, smiling and just watching Lily and I and every now and then adding something to the conversation.

A few days later, I was stuck again. I sigh, looking at the clock in my office. I could hear Yixing tapping away behind me. I turn in my chair, looking at the back of his head as he was talking on the phone, tapping in information into emails.

I’m trying not to have to go to him for this. It was extremely awkward the first time, and now that I needed to learn about more. I’ve tried reading some smut, watching porn, everything but having to go back again. I didn’t want him to feel like I was using him, is all. He’s a good man, he doesn’t deserve to be just a learning tool for me. He deserves the chance to meet someone and fall in love.

He sighs, sending off the emails and he turns, phone still up to his ear, “Yes, I understand that you very much want to make her book into a movie, but she doesn’t want it made. There is no amount of my speaking with her that will change that fact. I apologize, I know this isn't the answer you wanted.”

The look of annoyance on his face just made him look hotter, honestly. A frown, brows scrunched together as he rolls his eyes. He glances at me, smiling. His face shifts, noticing something about the way I looking as he just smirks. I could tell he knew what I was going to say as he just winks at me, before turning back around to focus on work.

I let out a small, tiny, almost inaudible whine. I knew he heard it, though, because of his super hearing. The phone call went on a few more minutes, before he finally placed the device down, turning back at me. It was later, then sun having been down for a little bit. He glances at me as I could feel my face get flushed.

“Um…” I say, looking away from him.

“Just say whatever your thinking, Y/N,” He says, and I could hear the patience in his voice.

“Can you teach me h-how to… uh…,” I say, covering my face in my hands, “Can you teach me how to g-give a blowjob!”

The small chuckle was like music. I feel him taking my hands, pulling them from my face. He smiles, nodding. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” He says, looking at me. “Do you want to try this here or…?”

“Here’s fine,” I squeak out. Of course I’m embarrassed! How could I not be?

He smiles, “You’re so cute.” He look at me, taking my hand, “Alright, so, it would probably be best to get on your knees.”

“R-right,” I say, moving and slipping out my chair. I move, getting in between his legs as he just watches me, smiling.

“If there is anything you want to know, just tell me, ok,” He says, hands moving to his waist. He unbuckles his belt, eyes looking into mine the entire time. “The thing that makes a blowjob good, is how intimate they are. Sure, it feels great, but knowing that the person you are with is wanting to help you and pleasure you is honestly one of the most attractive things I can think of.”

I nod, hearing him pull the zipper down. My face was red as I looked, watching him pull his length out from his pants. I bit my lip, looking up at him. His black hair pushed back, out his face as he looks at me. “Alright, best way to start with with your hand for a little bit. Starting slow, so to speak.”

I timidly spit in my hand, remembering the first time we got intimate like this. He nods, leaning back and moving his legs to they were wider. I wrap my hand around him, starting slow, running my thumb along the tip just like he said last time. He leans his head back, letting out a groan. I could feel him twitch in my hand as I slowly pump my hand up and down, slowly getting hard. A few moments of his, he looks back to me, his eyes wide as he smiles, “Good, just like that. Now, when you’re ready, just start off with just a lick. Teasing does wonders to build it up.”

I nod, leaning in close, brushing my hair to the side. I lick the tip, tasting the flavor which is wholly him. It was a bit bitter, but not disgustingly so. One of his hands on the arm rest squeezed slightly, “That’s great,” He says, biting his lip. “When you’re ready, you put it in and wrap your lips around, sucking in it like you would a lollipop, moving up and down. You don’t have to fit it all if you feel like you can’t. Use your hand for the rest, ok, Y/N?”

I nod, wrapping my lips around him, sucking and creating a seal. I remember seeing this from the view videos I saw. The moan he made when I did it was almost intoxicating. My hand wrapped around part, moving in tandem with my mouth. The sounds of him moaning went straight between my legs. I could feel the wetness pooling already. Just knowing I was actually making him feel these things was exciting.

One of his hands moved to my hair, gripping but not tugging. It wasn’t painful, just a reminder that he’s there.

“Look at me,” He says, voice sounding uneven. “It makes it feel more intimate. Try to make sure you don’t use teeth, either. It hurts, unless the man likes that, that is.”

I look up, staring into his eyes as he just lets out a long moan. I pull off, looking up at him, going back to teasing a little like he taught me. He groans, biting his bottom lip. I wrap my lips around him sliding down until my eyes water, feeling like I’m about to choke.

“Don’t push yourself,” He says, his voice shaky as I look up. “Trust me, it feels great as is.”

I pull off, looking at him, saliva dripping from my lips, “But I want to, for you.”

The fingers in my hair twitches, his eyes going wide as he lets out a small moan. “Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea what that does when you say things like that.”

I smile, licking the tip lightly, giving it little kisses as I watch his eyes go from looking in mine, to my lips. I sink down, watching his every action as I do. His chest rising and falling with every deep breath. He mutters words, from curses to my name, praising me and telling me how good I was doing. My underwear was uncomfortable sticky at this point, watching how much I was affecting him.

I suck, licking around him as he just softly tugs on my hair, muttering words of encouragement. I could feel him twitching as I glanced up, his eyes locked on to me as he let out a long deep moan.

“Y/N,” He says, breathlessly, “I-I’m about to cum. You don’t h-have to swallow- Ugh!”

He groans as I suck a little harder, ignoring him as I looked up, setting him slide in and out as my hand helps me with the rest of his cock. I could feel him shiver as he tightens his hold on my hair, hips pushing towards me, making me gag for a moment. The sound he made was deep, the taste of salt in my mouth as he was groaning, tensed. I could feel some escape my lips, dripping down my chin slowly as he stills. I lick, letting him out my mouth with a pop.

He looks at me, eyes wide and pupils blown out in lust. I swallow, making his eyes go wide as he just leans back, groaning. Before I could react, he pulls me up, moving so that I was lying down with him hovering over me. He looks at me, smiling before pressing his lips to mine.

The kiss was anything but innocent. His tongue coxing mine to move along with it. He pulls away, looking me in my eyes, “You’re flushed. Would you like me to help you?”

“Please,” I mutter, as he smiles back at me. Seeing him like that made me want him so badly. In anyway he wanted me.

“I need to ask, though,” He says, looking at me as he moved, pressing his lips to my neck. I could feel his hot breath, voice whispering in my ear, “We can do this a few ways. Do you want me to use my fingers, or I can use both my tongue and fingers. It’s up to you.”

I bit my lip, moaning as his lips, teeth and tongue was ravishing my neck. It probably will mean more marks, but right now, I can’t bring myself to care. “Both,” I mutter quietly, as if I was scared of ruining the moment by being any louder.

He bites down on my shoulder, a little rough but still fairly soft, as he nods. The action making my stomach churns in delight. “Alright. Lift your hips.”

I do as he said, feeling his fingers grab my sweat pants and underwear, pulling them down my legs. My face flushes, knowing I was half naked in front of Yixing.

I watch as he looks over me, with a smile, he softly presses his lips to mine, “If you get uncomfortable at all, stop me.”

“I will,” I says back, as I watch him move. Now it’s his turn to be kneeling off the side of the couch as he turns me. I blushed, seeing him directly in front of my most intimate area.

He smiles, my sweater lifted a bit, showing off some of my stomach. He moves, pressing his lips to the exposed skin there. Looking at me as his fingers slide down my side and my hips. He moved them to my thighs, rubbing them softly as he was kissing my hip bones.

He pulled my legs wider apart slowly, before, with his eye directly on me, moves to my knee, pressing his lips there. Softly kisses, moving down towards my center. My heart was racing in anticipation. The excitement building as I couldn’t help but to let out a tiny moan when he got closer and closer. I let out a little gasp, feeling him nibble at the skin of my inner thighs. His eyes staring directly at me, smirking as he just watches me squirm. I can see what he means about eye contact. It makes it feel even more intimate. Like we’re connected.

He smiles at me as he leans forward, pressing his lips to my stomach again. My heart flutters seeing him just glance at me. He smiles, “You’re stunning,” He mutters.

Before I could say anything, I feel his fingers softly touching my center. I gasp, feeling one of his fingers slowly sink into me. I let out a shaking breath, seeing him press kisses to my hip bones as he softly started pulling his finger out and pushing it back in. A small moan leaves my lips as I hear him softly laugh.

“Your moans are music to my ears, Y/N,” He says, his hot breath now at my core. I close my eyes, throwing my head back as I feet another finger slip inside. I let out a small cry of shock as he curls his fingers up, one hand gripping the couch.

The next thing I know was feeling something hot and wet swipe up my slit. The moan from my lips was loud, feeling his tongue swipe at my clit. I glance down, seeing his eyes on me as I bite my lip. Every small touch on my clit making me writhe in pleasure. His fingers pushing in and out faster, curling and touching me in the perfect way. My hand moves, clutching his hair as I glance down at him. I hear him moan, his tongue flicking and circling the small button of pleasure making me whine.

When I thought it couldn’t get better, his fingers start thrusting faster and I feel him suck, making me yell out as I pull at his hair. My legs shaking as he looks at me, watching me as I start to fall apart. I could feel tears in my eyes as my back arches. His arm holds me still as I lose myself in the feeling, my mouth muttering things I couldn’t understand.

With a last shout, I fall back against the couch. I close my eyes for a moment, feeling his fingers slip out as I let out a strangled moan. I look down, seeing him on his knees as me moves away, bringing his fingers to his lips. He licks them clean, smirking in pride at how wrecked I feel.

My face burns more as I hide my face with my hands. The laugh from Yixing make me peek out from between my fingers. He was smiling, his hair a mess from my fingers as he just looks at me with a soft glance.

“You don’t have to feel awkward,” Yixing says, as he moves away, giving me space to get my pants and underwear on. I quickly grab my clothes, slipping them up my legs as feel my face burn.

He holds a hand out to me and I take it, letting him help me stand. My legs were shaking, as he holds me. Now that I was looking closely at his face, I could see wetness around his mouth. I put my face in my hands as he just laughs, “You don’t have to be embarrassed, either.”

I glance at him, seeing him smile as he just presses his lips to my forehead, smiling before wiping his face with his sleeve. After that, he acted like none of that happened. Which I was grateful for, but also disappointed about.

Nevertheless, after I finally break away from him, I find myself in my shower, thinking about all the feelings I was starting to understand and how to tie it into my book.

It was around one in the morning when I just had to stop, my mind paused as I realized that I’ve somehow grown to really like Yixing. This whole time I thought it was platonic, the things we’re doing, but somehow my feelings got involved. I really liked him. Not just as a friend or employer, but… romantically. I bite my lip, spending the rest of the night over analyzing every interaction we’ve ever had, much like I do with everything in my life.

I blink, wiping my eyes to make sure I saw it right.

The tablet in front of me glowing, a picture glaring at me, it felt like. My mother on a magazine cover. A pop culture one. Oliver on one knee before her. My cell phone was ringing, as I ignore it. My eyes looking at the picture, glazed over as I just make my hands into fists.

I hear the door open, Lily and Yixing walking in, talking. Yixing knocks water off an umbrella as I look at them, feeling sick to my stomach. Lily laughs, before I hear them stop, setting things down around me. Lily moves, taking the tablet in her hands before looking at me.

I could practically feel her anger when she read it. She set it down, moving it so Yixing could look at the screen. Her hands shaking as she just places a hand on my shoulder. “Sweetie,” She says, looking at me, “She has to know. It has to be now or else she’ll be making a huge mistake.”

I shake my head, tears slipping from my face. “I can’t,” I mutter, looking up. My stomach was rolling, hearing the rain beating against the windows. I wipe my tears, seeing my hands shaking as I try to keep my breathing in control.

“She will want to know,” Yixing says, looking at the picture. “Even if she doesn’t believe you, you should give her a chance.”

I shake my head, feeling my feet move one in front of the other. I move, letting my feet take me outside. The rain was freezing, but I just walked. The rocks digging into my bare feet, but I paid no attention. It didn’t matter, the freezing rain or the pain in my feet, I wanted to become numb. To be lost and just feel nothing for a while.

I feel someone gently take my hand, making me look back and see Yixing. The rain making his hair fall flat as he just looks at me. He just slowly pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me. He holds me close, embracing me. It was comforting as he just anchors me to earth, not letting me get lost in my sadness.

“I’m here,” He says, looking into my eyes, “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you, no matter what.” He look at me, holding my face and pressing his forehead to mine. “Trust me. If you want to say something or not, that’s up to you. But if you do decided to, I will make sure that man doesn’t touch you. I’ll make sure he can never hurt you. I swear.”

I open my eyes, staring at him in the eyes. He was determined, strong in his promises. I trusted him. I knew he means his word. It was time to at least force her to decide if she believes me over him. Time to take action, even though I was absolutely terrified. I nod, “O-ok. I’ll… I’ll tell her.”

He take my hands in his, smiling, before moving and pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss. I feel my cheeks flush as he just smiles at me.

“We need to call Kyle. He… he may be able to help us with some proof,” I say sadly.

“Let me,” He says, “You get in there and take a warm shower and drink something warm.” The small smile on his face made me feel happy, “I’ll call and ask, so you don’t have to. Then we’ll go from there.”

The time felt fast and slow at the same time when I was showering and getting hugged by Lily that Yixing walked down the stairs. “I talked to Kyle,” He says, sitting down. “He’s emailed me some security footage… There’s audio. I haven’t listened to it but Kyle was absolutely livid when I explained the situation. He said he was on his way to add Oliver to a blacklist to all his friends in the business. Though, he said that the only way to make sure he can never get an editing job again, or at least from a reputable company, is to come out and go public.”

I could feel myself scared, but now, slowly, it grew into anger. I’ve, for years, let this man go free and live a wonderful life after using me. I felt tears fall from my eyes, and my hands shake as I look up at Yixing, “Do it. Find some way for it to go public. He’s lived a happy life long enough.”

Yixing nodded, before getting a new things and walking out the door.

He was gone for a while. Lily distracted me by making cookies with me and having me help cook dinner. We listened to the radio until it started talking about what happened to me. Lily turned it off after, smiling and trying her absolute best to help me. She didn’t give me a second to rest and think. I bit into a cookie that was still warm, right as Lily was pulling the chicken we made out of the oven. I look, seeing the rain still beating down as lights from the driveway come into view. I frown, as the door is thrown open, seeing Oliver’s angry eyes glaring at me as he moved forward. “You little bitch,” He yells, walking towards me. I take a few steps back, my eyes wide in fear. Lily steps in between us, glaring as I move, quickly getting my phone. I type out a message to Yixing, just two words.

Oliver help

Lily keeps a hand to him, her strength keeping him away. “You won’t get near her,” She says, glaring at him.

“How dare you tell me what to do,” He says, before Quickly pressing something to her arm. It flashes, electricity going up her arm and making her body lock up. They’re made for if a cyborg goes off, mostly for the ones with robotic brains. It works on anyone who is less than 60%, as she was just frozen in place.

The fear that clawed up me was almost enough to make me just stand still. To give up. I move, fighting against the fear and bolt upstairs. He follows, hand grabbing my hair and pulling. I let out a yell of pain, as he tossed me back down and onto the floor. I get up, looking around and trying to figure out what to do. He glared, walking towards me as I walked back.

“You told everyone! You ruined my life,” He says, angry. His hands shaking as tears of rage fell from his eyes. “What gives you the right to do that, huh?”

I looked at him, glaring, “You raped me! YOU! You did this to yourself!”

He sneered, “Shut up! You were tempting me! Dressing like a little slut,” He screams, as I moved around the island in the kitchen, passing Lily. If I touched her, she’d shock me. I move past, looking and seeing the heavy wooden cutting board. I see him glare at me, “I’m angry, Y/N. Trying to replace me with a machine? He doesn’t care about you like I do!”

“I HATE YOU,” I screamed, picking up the cutting board and throwing it at him. I didn’t stay to see if I hit him or not as I turned, going to the backdoor. I try the knob, seeing he locked it when he walked in. I see him out the corner of my eye taking off at a sprint towards me as I move back. Making him stumble past as I go towards the stairs.

“GET BACK HERE,” He yelled, as I move and go to Yixing’s room that was closest. I lock the door behind me, hearing him start to beat on the door. His foot kicking at so hard I heard cracking. I glance, seeing a window as I move around the room, quickly getting there. I never spent time in his room, giving him a place that was just for him. I go to open the window, my  hands clumsily trying to unlock them as he kicks the door again.

I hear him laugh, “Every time I fuck your mother I thought of you. How good to felt, how pretty your screams were.”

I get the window unlocked and open it just as he finally kicks the door open. His face red and seething in anger and obsession. I see lights coming down the driveway finally as I quickly get to the roof. It was steep, and the rain making me slip. I try to grab onto the edge of the roof, but I fell, my ankle hurting as I landed with a painful yelp. I hear stomping from inside, hearing him open the door that was right behind me as I see the car stop. The door opens and I see Yixing, looking over me and seeing Oliver. He glares, angry as he moves to me. I run, ignoring the pain as Yixing takes one of my hands in his, moving and putting his body in front of me. Like a wall of protection from Oliver. The rain was beating down, harder than I’ve ever seen it and it made it hard for me to see Oliver.

“So if it isn’t the hunk of junk,” He yells, glaring at Yixing. The anger on his face seemingly worse than before as I held Yixing’s hand tighter. “You did this, Huh? Ruined my life?! Ruined any chance I had to make Y/N mine?!”

“She doesn’t belong to anyone,” Yixing calmly says. “Leave. Now, or I will use force to subdue you if I must.”

“Why? Everything is ruined,” He screams, the rain drowning him out a bit. “Jessi left me! Said she was getting a restraining order! I’m homeless! Jobless!” He takes a step to us, his eyes glaring at me as I look at him from around Yixing, “And now, after all the affection I’ve given you, you’re choosing this metal man over me?!”

“Yes,” I yell, “I am!”

The rage on Oliver’s face made me freeze in fear. He moved, and Yixing let go of my hand. Before I could process what was happening, Yixing had him pinned in the mud as we see a few more cars pulling up, lights and sirens that I didn’t notice before.

Seeing the cars, Oliver went bezerk. “Just you wait, Y/N! Next time I see you, I’ll bend you over the nearest desk and fuck you until you realize you love me! I’ll make you see what you’re giving up! What you’re running from! I’ll-”

Yixing punches in, knocking him unconscious as officers quickly run, surrounding the situation. They’re still looking at Yixing, before he raises his hands and let’s Oliver go, taking a few steps back. I move, running to him and clinging to him. My fingers holding tightly as I felt the sobs leaving me. I feel him wrap his arms around me, holding me tightly.

“Lily,” I mutter, looking at him. We’re both completely soaked, the officers around taking Oliver. A medical officer with him, looking at the hit to his head.

Yixing nods, guiding me to the house. The pain in my ankle making me hiss, Yixing notices immediately. He picks me up, looking at one of the medical people on standby. “Her ankle,” He says, voice calm. I see an officer prying the chip off of her, her body no longer frozen as she turns, seeing me and Yixing. He sets me down softly as Lily looks at he, eyes wide and full of worry. She runs, pulling me into a hug. Tears ran down her face. “Sweetie! You’re ok, he didn’t do anything, right?”

I shook my head, “I… He didn’t get the chance,” I say. I look at Yixing, “He destroyed your door, though.”

“It’s just a door,” He says, helping me sit at one of the chairs as a medic comes over. The medic looks at my foot, seeing the swelling. “Seems just sprained. Ice it and stay off of it for a bit,” She says, looking at me. “I… I’m actually a huge fan of your book. My father and I read it, and it helped us in repairing our relationship.”

I smile, “Thank you. I’m glad it helped. I… it’s nice to hear after a day like today.”

She just smiles, her black hair tied into a bight braided bun. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

I smile, watching her walk away. I see someone pushing their way in, an officer holding them back. My eyes widen, seeing the bleached hair of my mother. Her eyes red, face covered in tears.

“My baby,” She says, moving and shoving the officer. She runs towards me, wrapping her arms around me. “Y/N, sweetie, I’m so sorry!”

I feel tears come to my eyes as she hold me, “It’s not your fault.”

She pulls away, “If I would have known, I would have never! I was going to come by sooner after I broke it off with that… that fucking piece of shit,” She says, cursing for what feels like the first time in front of me since Dad died. “I kicked him out and I just… I couldn’t stop puking knowing all the things I did with the man who hurt my baby,” She says, crying. Her shoulders shake, “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s ok Mom,” I say, hugging her. My eyes full of tears, holding her as she wraps her arms around me. “I… it’ll be ok.”

She pulls away, pressing a kiss to my head for the first time since I was a child. It was comforting, as I just cry. She looks up at Yixing and then over to Lily. “Thank you,” She says, “I… if you both weren’t here, I can’t imagine what would have happened.”

Lily pats my mom arm, “Would you like a cup of tea, Mrs. Ashe?”

My mom, nods, “I… I need to move and get all his shit out of my house. I can’t stay there after that…”

Lily takes my mom’s had, “I’ll help you, if you want.”

“My laptop is right there if you need,” I said, pointing it, “Just… you know… don’t read-”

“Your writing,” My mom says, “I only read what you tell me I’m allowed to.”

I was stunned, hearing that as she opens my computer. Lily smiles at me, before moving and starting a pot of coffee. Yixing’s hand was on my shoulder, never leaving as I see an officer walk up to me. I sigh, not exactly wanting to deal with this. “Yes, I would like to press charges. Yes, I would like to start the process of a restraining order,” I say, looking at them.

A few minutes of talking until they’re going. I wipe my eyes, before getting up. Everyone’s eyes move to me. “I… I think I’m going to shower and get to bed. I’m exhausted.”

“Would you like me to help you up the steps,” Yixing asks, looking at me with eyes of worry. “I can carry you if you’d like.”

I nod, “Yes please.”

I see Lily smiling before going back to help my mom. Yixing looks at them, “Um… I guess I need to go get a new door tomorrow.”

“I’ll look one up if you’d like,” Lily says, “I remember the one we picked for the house.”

Yixing smiles, nodding before moving and picking be up as if I weigh nothing. I hold onto him, not out of fear, but to just have something to hold. He takes the steps easily as I look back, seeing my mom looking at us with a small smile, before looking back to Lily. It didn’t take long to get to my room, the door open and my pajamas from last night dropped on the way to my bathroom.

Yixing sets me softly down in the bathroom, the floor cold to the touch. He turns as I grab his arm.

“Can you… be close,” I mutter, looking down. “I’m just scared. I know he’s in custody and nothing will happen, but still. I’d just feel safer if you were here.”

He nods, “Absolutely, I understand. I’ll be waiting in your room, ok? If you need my help for anything, just tell me.”

“You can go change too,” I say, looking at his soaked clothes.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” He says.

I watch him shut the door behind him as I turn to my large shower. I was so happy that it was nice. Tiled, with multiple shower heads and with a bench. I scrub every inch of my skin until it was bright red. My hair washed and everything done before I just took a moment and cried. Sat at the bottom of the tub, my knees pulled to my chest as I just stayed there to sob.

The fear, making me change as I choked out sobs. My fingers clawing at my legs as I let myself have this moment of weakness. Then, I carefully got up, turned off the water and quickly dried off. I pulled on some pajama pants and shirt, brushing my hair before opening the door. I see Yixing in the chair looking out my window, head in his hands.

“Yixing,” I ask, looking at him.

I see him wipe his face, before standing. His eyes red, I noticed, as he walked over. Before he moves to help me, I stop him and just pull him into a hug. I feel him freeze, before he wraps his arms around me.

“I’ll be ok,” I mutter softly. “I’m sorry you heard me crying, but I just… I’ll be ok. I promise.”

He holds me tighter, pressing his forehead into my shoulder, “I was so worried about you. I was terrified he would hurt you and I wouldn’t have been there for you like I promised.”

I smile softly. I take his face in my hands, pulling him away before pressing my lips to his forehead this time. I see him pause, looking at me with shock. “We’ll be ok. You were there for me when I needed you most.” I smile, tears in my eyes, “I’m so thankful for you, Yixing. Not because you protected me or because of all the things we’ve been doing,” I mutter, feeling my face flush a little. “But because you’re genuinely a good person. You’re an amazing friend, and the best thing that has ever happened to me was when you came into my life. I never really had a friend before Lily. Even then she treats me a bit more like a mom. So… yeah.”

I see him smile, “Thank you. I… I really needed to hear that.”

I nod, starting to feel awkward because I didn’t know what to see. I could see that Yixing could tell I was feeling this say, because he just smirks at me. He told me he finds my awkward moments adorable, which just thinking about it makes me feel even weirder. I step away, looking over at the bed, “Well… um… I’m going to take my medicine and get some sleep I guess.” I move back to my bathroom, feeling his eyes on me. “You can leave, if you want. I think I’ll be fine.”

Yixing looks at me, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “Can you… can you get them to change the alarm pass codes? We weren’t alerted by them because I think he knew them somehow.”

“Absolutely,” He says, nodding. He sits back down in the chair, “but I’ll do that after you fall asleep. You asked me to be close.”

I nodded, ducking into my bathroom and quickly taking my medicine with water from the faucet. I quickly get in bed. Pulling the blanket over me and settling in. Yixing flicks off the light, settling back into his chair as I just try to calm my heart. The face of Oliver burned into my mind, absolutely livid. I try to take a deep breath, forcing myself to forget it. Every now and then I’d hear Yixing move. It was comforting, in a way I wasn’t expecting.

I opened my eyes and see Yixing. A book open in his hands, reading while waiting for me to fall asleep. I could see him smile a bit, probably seeing me take a glance at him. I just pulled my covers closer. It didn’t take long to fall asleep knowing that I was perfectly safe for the first time in a long time.

The next few days was a blur. After the news of Oliver got out, hundreds of people wanted to interview me and get the first one. A new scoop. I’ve even had a few people trespass and take pictures of me from the windows. Anytime Lily, Yixing or my Mom had to come or go, they were met with hundreds of microphones and cameras. My mother finally just stopped, talked to them and explained how she wasn’t aware about what he did, now she was disgusted by him and how he is no longer with her or living in her house.

Lily asked me of I wanted to try to talk to someone. An interviewer that is known to be fair. I told her no.

I can’t speak well. I stutter, I’ll cry and get upset. I’ll see the looks of pity  and feel shame. It can get so bad it sounds like I’m illiterate.

Instead, I say at my computer, and wrote.

A few hours later, after days of being harassed by the media, I published my thoughts and feelings. I explained why I didn’t want to speak in front of a camera, how I wanted some time to just… start to heal. My publisher has a blog where the authors write on it in their spare time if they choose. I posted it there. It was long. It hurt, and I cried a lot of the time writing, but it was there. My heart ripped open for the world to read.

I shut the computer, not wanting to see the reactions or the comments. One glance to the window next to me tells me the light has been faded for a while. Last I remembered was getting up after breakfast and going to write my post. I sigh, feeling the hunger in my belly. I haven’t had anything to drink since then either. I just turned, seeing Yixing at the door. His eyes trained on me, worried like normal. I stood up, moving over and wrapping my arms around him. I hold him tightly, my face in his chest as he hold me softly.

I glance up, seeing Yixing looking at me. He smiles, before pressing his lips to my forehead.

“How would you feel about going to see where I grew up,” I ask, looking at him with a small smile. “It’s a small town in the middle of nowhere. I think the fair is suppose to be happening soon close by, too. Granted that’s a few hours drive to Indianapolis.”

Yixing smiles, “Lily told me you talk about going back to visit quite a bit. Ogden Dunes, right?”

I smile, nodding, “About a stone skip away from Lake Michigan. I kind of miss that lakefront house. My Dad would take me to the fair-”

“And one year, he told you that elephant ears were made of real elephant ears and you proceeded to vomit and cry for hours,” Yixing says, looking at me. He smiles at me as my mouth hangs open in shock. I see him laugh a little, looking away with a light blush on his face. “I… I read your book. I hope that’s alright,” He mutters, looking at me again. “I just… wanted to know you better. And your father is obviously important to you, so I wanted to know about him too.”

I feel tears come to my eyes as I smile. Yixing cared to much about me. Seeing him smile at me, bashfully telling me he read my book made it all finally sink into place. My heart was beating fast and it just felt so full of different emotions. Pure happiness. I just smiled at him.

This was it. This is what love was like. The feeling of wanting to make someone else happy, not for a favor down the line, but because seeing them smile make you smile. Knowing he read my book in order to learn more about me made my heart feel so full. He was so shy about it, and it just made me see how much he does for me and he never asks for anything in return.

I get on my tip toes, pressing my lips to his in a soft chaste kiss. He looked stunned then, before I just hugged him even tighter than I did before. “I don’t deserve a friend like you,” I mutter quietly, knowing he could still hear me even with my face in his chest.

“We disagree on that, then,” He says softly, resting his head on mine as he just hugs me close. When he pulls away, he smiles, “Time for dinner. You need to eat something, and your Mom made a pie. She said it was your favorite.”

“Sugar cream,” I say with a smile, “She… she hasn’t made it since we left Indiana.”

Yixing pats my shoulder, “But first, Lily made some dinner.”

I walk down the steps, following Yixing as I try not to let my sudden realization earlier get to me. The more I look at him the more I notice all the things that made my feelings deeper than just ‘friendship’ or ‘attraction’. His hair was pushed back, giving me a clear view of his eyes. He was in comfortable wear, nothing fancy as he moves towards the island, one seat had a book in front of it, I see a bookmark in the pages as I flip it over to see the cover. “Ah,” I say, “To Kill A Mockingbird.”

“I’m almost done,” Yixing says, pointing to the place where the bookmark is. “Honestly, I hate it. Reminds me a lot of being… not fully human.”

I remember reading it in high school for the first time, now… sad I felt at the end of it. I nod, understanding. “I take it you’ve read the end of the trial, then.”

He nods tensely as he sits down. I move, looking for the leftovers Lily left. I smile, seeing a small pan of lasagna. I pull it out of the fridge, getting a plate.

“She lied… it was pretty much proven, and they convicted him anyway,” He mutters, fingers tapping the book. The frown on his face was almost painful. “That… disgust of a person just because they’re different. That racism is stronger for people than the sense of justice.” Yixing shakes his head, picking up his glass of water.

“What I suggest,” I say, looking at him, “Is to not read the released ‘rough draft’ called ‘Go Set A Watchman’, then.”

“That bad,” He asks, looking at me. I noticed the usual lack of brightness there. Something was bothering him.

“There’s controversy if her lawyer published it without her knowing. Apparently Atticus is a super racist in that. It’s just awful,” I mutter, pushing the lasagna into the microwave and pressing some numbers. As it turns, I look at him. “You ok? You look… sad.”

Yixing’s whole body language was uncomfortable. He looks at me, “If you were to accuse me of raping you, what do you think would happen?”

I pause. I know exactly what would happen in a place like this, where the laws don’t see him as a person for things like rights but as one when crimes are committed. I see why he seemed so upset about the book. “You’d be found guilty, even if you could prove you are not.”

“All because I’m not human enough,” He says, shaking his head. “And I’m just a cyborg. I can’t imagine what people back then had it like. How Tom felt… it must have been awful.”

I nod, “The world isn’t a very kind place to people who are seen as different… well, not white or 100% human.”

Yixing shakes his head, “It’s ok. I just didn’t expect this book to hit me like that.”

“No one who reads it blindly ever does,” I say, get the lasagna out of the microwave. I quickly get a fork, moving and sitting by him. “What book are you looking to next?”

“I was going down a list,” Yixing mutters, “But the next one sounds creepy, so I think I’ll skip it.”

“Ah,” I say, stabbing my fork into the pasta, “Lolita, I assume. That book is gross.”

“How did you know,” He ask, turning towards me. His eyes wide in surprise which makes me happy for some reason.

I smile, letting the conversation about books keep going. He’s read classics, books from other countries and even Harry Potter, because he saw my Ravenclaw mug. It was really cute when he admitted to that, blushing. Then a discussion on what his house would be broke out. I think he’s a Hufflepuff, but he’s not sure.

Soon I looked at the clock, realizing that I’ve been here for hours, writing and even longer after I started to talk to Yixing. I stretch, yawning. It’s been an emotionally exhausted day.

“I’m tired,” I mutter, hearing my back pop in places. I see him with a book, before he looks over at me. He quickly glances at the time, before nodding. “Probably should have went to sleep a while ago.”

“Well, it’s not my fault you won’t agree you’re a Hufflepuff,” I mutter, hearing him laugh. He marks his place in the book, setting it over on his desk before standing too. He smiles at me, “Goodnight Y/N,” He says, giving me a nod.

It just all just seemed to fall into place. I look at him, seeing him smile at me. After everything that’s happened, I finally understood what it all meant. My heart racing, I get on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his softly. It was quickly, before I pull away with a blush. He looked shocked for a moment, before smiling back. His hands cup my face, before he leans down and pressing his lips to mine back. I smile, hands wrapping lightly around his waist. He smiles, moving and pressing his lips against my forehead.

“I love you,” I mutter quietly, my eyes closed. Scared of what he’d think. If I’d be rejected. It would be embarrassing if I was the only one with these feelings. Even if I am, I can’t help but let them out. I wouldn’t want to hold it in.

“Y/N,” He mutters, “Please open your eyes.” His voice so quiet and soft. I open them, seeing him look down at me with a huge smile. He leans towards me, lips hovering over mine. Barely touching, “I love you too.” Before I could react, his lips pressed firmly to mine, making me let out a small noise of surprise. He breaks the kiss a moment to laugh. He pulls me closer, before kissing me again. This kiss different. It was passionate, but slow. This time, Yixing took the lead as I feel him softly bite my bottom lip.

I thread my fingers in his hair, letting him take control. His fingers softly moving up just a bit, touching my skin and making me shiver.

I pulled away, taking a deep breath, “Yixing, please.”

“Please what,” He asks, softly kissing my neck. It was like after it was all open between us, he didn't want to stop holding me, touching me in any way he could.

“I want to…” I start, feeling my face flush, “You know.” I hid my face on his shoulder, knowing it was bright with my blush that came to my face.

“No, baby,” He says in my ear. “Remember? I want to hear you say it.” I could hear the smirk on his voice.

The hot breath on my neck making me shiver more, as I bite my lip, “I want to have sex. With you. I-if you want to, that is.”

I hear him chuckle. “Yes,” He says, “I want to.” I feel his hands slide down my hips. With ease, he picks me up. I hold onto his shoulders, looking back at him. His mouth kisses at the hollow of my neck. I tighten my grip of his shoulders, hearing him say, “Your room or mine?”

“Mine,” I half moan rolling my hips at him. I wanted him to feel as flustered and anxious as I was.

“Fuck,” He mutters, as he turns and walks into my room. He softly sets me down, eyes looking all over me. I feel my face flush, just as I see him move between my legs, tossing his shirt to the side. I move, managing to my my shirt off too. I let it fall of the side of the bed, seeing Yixing look at me, eyes full of wonder. He moves, leaning over and kissing my lips quickly.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mutters, fingers tracing down my almost bare torso. He kisses my jaw, my neck, sucking marks there and lightly biting. I close my eyes, smiling and enjoying as I feel him roll his hips, pressing our crotches together. I moan lightly, my fingers running along his back.

“Can I,” He asks, looking at my bra.

“Please,” I mutter, wanting more of the feelings he was giving me. He smiles, moving his hand behind my back. I lift myself to give him room. Soon my bra is tossed aside, his eyes looking all over my skin.

He leans forward, placing kisses above one of my breasts, making my heart start to go faster. He smirks, letting his tongue lick over the small bud. A small moan leaves me, letting my head fall back. One hand holding the bedding while the other lightly grips his arm.

Before I could really understand, I feel one of his hands slip under my pants and underwear. The lightest of touches made me whine loudly. I hear him laugh at this, his lips down on my other breast. His fingers were barely touching. Teasing me as he kisses down, my heart racing in anticipation.

“Please Yixing,” I whine, “Stop teasing.”

“Your right,” He says, moving and pulling the last of my clothes off. I laid bare in front of him, completely. His eyes looking over me as he just smirks, “I should stop teasing myself. I’ve been wanting to taste you again since the last time.”

My mind was almost frozen trying to process that. His words, and the smirk on his face that oozes sex appeal made me lose my train of thought as he leans down, separating my legs. His eyes on mine as he smirks before licking up my slit. His tongue touches my clit and I let myself fall back against the bed, moaning as I slide my hand into his hair. My back arching as he starts lightly. I look at him, locking eyes as he takes my free hand in his, lacing our fingers together.

It was slow, but not in a bad way. Every movement Yixing was making seemed to have every emotion he was feeling behind them. I dragged my nails lightly against his scalp as he slowly pushed fingers into me.

“Yixing,” I mutter, fingers moving perfectly in order to bring me pleasure.

He pulls away, looking at me, “You’re so amazing,” He mutters, “Watching you write beneath me. Better than the dreams I had of you,” He says, tongue against my clit, playing with it. The combined pleasure of his fingers and mouth making me get closer and closer, yet he didn’t go faster or harder. It was just the constant build that was bringing me to my peak. With one small suck to my clit, I was gone. I yelled out, holding on to Yixing in any way I could. He didn’t stop his ministrations, either, happily prolonging the feeling as much as he could.

When he finally stopped, I fell back against the bed, trying to catch my breath. He moves, standing in order to pull his pants and underwear off. I smile, admiring the view as he quickly moves back, hovering over me between my legs. I smile, reaching and wrapping my hand around him. He hisses. Lips kissing my neck, lightly biting before he moves to my ear. “Baby, if you keep that up, I won’t last long,” He mutters.

“I’m ready,” I say, one hand moving his face and kissing him. “Please. Don’t make me beg.”

One of his hands moves, holding mine and lacing our fingers together. “I love you,” He mutters, using his other hand to line him up with me. “So much,” He says. Before I could say it back, he slowly pushes in. It felt so good, so much better than before. His lips kissing any inch of skin he could as my free hand grips his back.

“Y/N,” He moans, “Fuck.” He stills, letting me adjust a moment. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him suck a mark into my neck.

“Move,” I moan, “Yixing, it’s ok.”

His free hand moves to my waist, the other holding my hand tightens. He moves, starting slow and the feeling was better than I could have ever imagined before. He presses his forehead to mine, I open mine. His eyes meet mine, looking directly at me. He presses his lips to mine, muttering words against my lips.

Soon, though, I gripped his back, “Faster,” I say.

He lets go of my hand, moving to sitting up more. He takes my legs from around his waist, putting them against his shoulder before letting his hands rest on my hips. This angle made me practically scream, feeling him deeper than before. The sound of his skin slapping against mine, the feeling of my hands gripping his sweat slick skin just added to the ecstasy of the moment. Gone was the time of soft and sweet movements. His was pure need and want, after so long.

“Yixing,” I yelled out, my nails biting into his skin, “Please don’t stop!”

He moves one of his hands to my waist, pulling it and making my back arch. The angle now hitting me in the place that made me scream. My head back, the sound of the bed hitting the wall sounding like it was miles away.

“Close,” He says, “You?”

I nod, my eyes closed and just living in this feeling.

“Look at me,” He says, “Y/N, I want to watch you.”

I open my eyes, looking directly into his as I feel his hand move between us, brushing against my clit. A few moments of that and I was gone, this time it felt different, more intense somehow. My hands slipping from their grip on his back as I try to cling to him.

I see his eyes change, they look different as he groans. He throws his head back, slamming his hips to me a new more times before leaning over me, holding himself up using his elbows. I  grips his head, pulling him over and pressing our lips together. He groans into my lips as I feel him slip out of me. I moaned, pulling his hair a bit before collapsing against the bed.

I catch my breath, feeling his hands glide over my skin, pressing kisses to me as I collect my scattered thoughts. I smile, looking over at him as he kisses me softly.

He smiles, looking over my shoulder, “We should shower.”

I nod, “I don’t want to move, though.”

“Fine, I’ll start the shower,” He says, moving and getting up. I smile, looking and watching his cute little butt walk into my bathroom. I rest against the bed, smiling as I remember what exactly just happened. I feel my cheeks getting warm as I hear the water turn on. The sound of his groans replaying in my ears. The feeling he gave me… how I did the same for him.

My eyes snap open, remembering how we didn’t stop to use protection. I see Yixing back into the room. “Yixing,” I say, feeling my heart race, “We didn’t use…”

He smiles, “It’s ok. Because of what kind of cyborg I am, I can choose if I can… well, if I’m shooting blanks or not, so to speak.”

I let out a breath of relief. I look back at him, “I’m too young for a kid right now.”

“Glad I could help put you at ease,” He says, “Now some on, to the shower.” He says, arms easily picking me up. I smile, resting my head on his shoulder a moment.

“I love you, Yixing.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” He says, “More than anything.”

I smile, watching Lily putter around in the kitchen. My mother with her, learning how to make a shepards pie. I smile, sipping on my tea as I look at the folder in front of me. It’s been a month since Yixing and I admitted our feelings, and about a week since we came clean to My mom and Lily. They were both very happy for us. My mom thankfully not bringing up how she was right.

“Are you sure he’s going to like this,” My mother asks, looking at the papers.

“He will, one hundred percent,” I say, nodding.

Two weeks ago, there was a vote in Scotland. To change the laws of cyborgs. Owners can give them freedom. Lily went immediately, and we signed the papers. They can’t ask for it. There’s something stopping them, but they can hint. I suppose Lily taking me to the office was as big of a hint as you could get. She works for me officially as someone who owns herself now. Her husband and children very happy for her.

Yixing hasn’t asked about it, since my mother owned him. However, after the whole Oliver thing, she transferred ownership to me. I waited to see if he would ask about it, but he didn’t. So I went ahead and did it anyways. I want him to be free. To be able to decide his life if he so chooses.

Deep down I was afraid he was with me because he was owned by my family. This is an option that, if he doesn’t want to stay, he can leave. I knew he loved me, but sometimes people who love each other don’t belong together. This gives him the chance for an out if he wants. If he stays, it will not be because he’s owned by me, but because he wants to be with me.

I hear steps from behind me, before Yixing pulls the chair out next to me, pressing a kiss to my head before sitting down.

“Good morning,” My mom says, “Coffee?”

“Please,” He says, nodding. He places a book on the table, looking at me. He sees the file in front of me, “What’s that?”

I push it towards him, along with the pen beside it. I pick up my coffee cup, taking a sip. I watch as he opens the file, reading.

His eyes go wide, looking at me.

“This isn’t because I don’t want you,” I say, placing my hand over one of his. “I love you. I want you to be free to go whatever you want to. I want you to be able to be happy and find your happiness without having to ask anyone. To make your own decisions for yourself,” I say, smiling. “You can still work for me, as a free person. We can still be dating. You can still live here. All this will change is allow you the agency that the law gives a human. Because you are one, Yixing. No amount of metal or percentage will change that. I know it’s kind of sho-”

He pulls me to him, pressing his lips to mine. He smiles, pulling away and hugging me tightly. “You knew,” He says, as I could feel tears falling from his face. “Of course you did. I never doubted you.”

“All you have to do is sign them,” I say, pointing to the paper. “It’s some weird new paper. Connects to the internet and conforms signatures. So, the second you sign, you’re free.”

He takes the pen, smiling as he quickly writes his name on the five places you have to sign. Just like with Lily, his eyes quickly flash, from red to green. They return to their normal color as I see tears well in his eyes. He looks at me.

“What do you want, Yixing,” I ask.

“I want a job. One where I don’t have to rely on you,” He says. “I want to help you financially here since I live here. Even though you don’t need it.”

I nod, “Guess I have to find a new assistant, because like hell am I going back to answering all those emails.”

“I could do it,” My mom says, brushing her hair out of her face. The color closer to her natural one, dying over the bleached hair.

“You’re hired,” I say, pointing to her.

“Are you sure,” Yixing asks, looking at me.

“I just want you to be happy, Yixing,” I say, smiling. “If getting a job and helping pay bills is what will make you happy, then I’m absolutely sure.”

He grins, “That’s not all. I want to marry you. Have a family together. I want to stay by your side forever.”

I smile, “A bit early for a proposal.”

“Those are my future plans,” He says, hand holding mine. “I want to make my own money and buy the ring myself.”  He smirks, “Get ready, Y/N, because one day I’ll ask you if you’ll marry me.”

“Just for future reference, the answer will be yes.”

“Spoiling the moment,” He says.

“I mean, usually the proposal is to be a surprise,” I mutter, hearing him laugh as he quickly gives me a soft kiss.

He smiles, looking at me, “There’s no one I’d rather be with.”

The sincerity in his voice made my eyes well with tears. Yixing coming into my life was the best thing that’s ever happened. I take his hand, giving it a squeeze as I turn, wiping my eyes quickly as I take the conversation away from that. Every now and then, Yixing squeezes my hand, reminding me he’s there. I look over, seeing him smiling with my Mom and best friend.

Yeah. Life is good.

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Summer Feels, A #romanceclass Anthology

A few things I want you to know before you proceed with my review: For starters, I’m one of the twenty-three authors featured in this book. So yes, you might call bias, but this is my book and my blog so I get to do whatever hell I want to do here. That’s also why this is only Part 1 of the #SummerFeels content I’m releasing. The review today is my reader-side talking, come back tomorrow for the writer-side view. :P

So anyway, here’s my shot at the Summer Feels Anthology Blog Tour!

I will not deny that twenty-three short stories is a lot to process, (I had to take breaks in between, and by breaks I mean reading other books between the stories to even out my feels) that’s why it took a whole month before I finished the entire thing! Haha!

But it was fun discovering/re-discovering different authors’ writing styles, voices and themes this close to each other. I learned a lot from authors who are already my favorites, and those I was only reading for the first time. The gradual (but necessary) rise in heat level was also a good call on editor Kate Sebastian. It made the book cleaner in terms of “flow” and it ensured all authors get equal spotlight whether they’re new or are already established in the literary scene.

I initially didn’t want to review the stories one by one but reading other blogs who said nice things to each and every story was fun and enlightening so I’m gonna do the same here, even if it’s just one liners of what I loved about it. 

1.       All About That Bass by Fay Sebastian

It was perfect to start the anthology with this sweet and fluffy story. I loved the Glee references and how everything led to #LiRika

2.       Alter Christus by Catherine Lo

Certified crowd favourite and I totally agree. While it is true that this stood out because of the heart-wrenching theme, I think I love how Catherine’s narrative flowed artistically smooth and the characters were well-rounded enough to carry such heavy-weight romance.

3.       Fall for Me by Miel Salva

Another cute story filled with Filipino food and feels! I can’t wait for the full Yasmin x Igo book to come out!

4.       The Game of Twenty Questions by Elizabeth Galit

The pacing of the scenes leading up to the grand reveal of feelings is swoon-worthy! The second chance trope is difficult to navigate but this one nailed it.

5.       The Summer You Said Hello by Ami Granada

Sexy voices and on-air flirting sold this for me! And ugh, knowing both of them were playing coy on purpose gave me life!

6.       At the Bermuda Triangle by Elea Andrea Almazora

The banter with this one is solid af. I love how the characters talked and ‘acted’ and I especially love the humor and sarcasm in each of them. And then there was the feels! *Kiligs*

7.       Beachin’ Summer by Arlene Manocot

#romanceclass shout out! Haha! I love that in this one, the guy is the romance junkie and the girl gets him. In Pagudpud, nonetheless!

8.       Buddy System by Yeyet Soriano

The ‘plays’ Carlo and Kit did to finally, finally admit their feelings to each other is A+. And ugh, don’t even get me started on that Javi x random IT guy fanservice scene! I will now stock easy to melt hard candies in my bag for impromptu kissing games! *yes, this is what I’m taking from this story. LOL

9.       Busy Out of The Friendzone by Charlie Dio

Gillian, gurl! *snaps fingers in the air!* I love her witty clapbacks and the way Aidan put a “love stamp” on her to get their messages across. XD I enjoyed this so much!

10.   Flying With You by Rachelle Belaro

Incredibly sweet and the parts about travelling were great! And OMG, that cake!

11.   Guide for A Day by H. Bentham

THIS IS THE BEST STORY IN ALL OF THE UNIVERSE!! Lol. Not really. Even I can’t convince myself with this. Haha. But everyone loves their first born. ;)

12.   Ready to Run by Kit Salazar

This take on the friends with benefits trope is awesomely done! I love the powerplay between the athlete and the homebody. Argh. I mentioned that and a recollection of what Chris and Lauren did with their ‘homebodies’ flashed before my eyes!

13.   Secondhand Wanderlust by Erleen Alvarez

The twist in this one is unprecedented, but I love it. There is sadness, but also happiness, courage and hope.

14.   The Search for The Kissing Monster by Ella Banta

This is incredibly sweet and fluffy and a creative take on the ‘what did I do last night’ trope. I absolutely adore Vincent and his friends and their pact to always spend a bit of summer together. Ella Banta’s HeistClub background might’ve influenced the light mystery in this but the romance is apparent and is very well executed overall.

15.   Anything Can Happen by Marian Tee

This is where I started to find considerable heat! And omg, ALEXIO, if anyone introduces himself with this name, gurl, I’m telling you, anything can happen!!

*Disclaimer, he has to have this Alexio’s good looks and abs, ofc. LOL

16. Four Basic Principles by Bianca Mori

I love the efficient use of alternating POV’s in such a short piece! That in itself is impressive, but wait ‘til the steamy kilig (along with the glorious bickering!) takes you by surprise!

17.   Love After Summer by Irene Jurado

I love the names of the characters, as well as the CAKE! LOL. Ooh, and wedding hook-up fizzles and sizzles until the romance is palpable. It’s a lovely read.

18.   Lucky in Paradise by Farrah F. Polestico

I didn’t think I’d enjoy this as much as I did but it was amazing! The non-promise and pining and the eventual second chance drama made me feel things from a part of my heart I didn’t know I still had access to! Haha!  

19.   The Swimming Instructor by Eris Peñaluna

I thought this started YA-ish so I wondered why this was put farther up the steam level, and then we’re talking about hiding swimmer’s tents, electric touches and voila! We’re in sexy pool palooza! I need moarr of Jandro x Ariel!

20.   Wedding Night Stand by Mina V. Esguerra

I knew this story was hot from the onset, but oh my god, when it did turn super hot, I was still caught unawares and so happy for Andrea! I haven’t read What You Wanted yet (which I’m now planning to correct in the following couple of days!) but familiar characters make this even more endearing!

21.   An Overdue Adventure by Kate Sebastian

I’ve been around Cebu countless times but I haven’t gone on an adventure similar to Hilary’s. I should probably do that before I turn thirty and I MUST stock up on Aloe Gel because that’s how you get sun gods to give you what you want! Hehe. I also adore the Bisaya representation of this one! I miss the Queen City so much now!

22.   Buttered Sunset by Halina Cabrera

I can’t decide what I love most about this. Is it the illustrious scenic descriptions of the food and places? The fact that there was a sort of courtship (four/five meriendas is the modern day ligawan, imho)? Or that Sol is a woman of power who knows precisely how and when to use said power? All of the above, probably.

23.   Then Derrick Was Back by Georgette S. Gonzales

I was angry at Derrick because he was clearly just playing with Nadia’s heart the first time…and then he wasn’t! Argh! Georgette’s superb writing got me so affected I was ready to vent tweet about German boys and why we need to avoid them, but good thing I waited ‘til I finished the story. Hihi. Let’s not avoid them, okay? :P

So that’s that. Haha.

The thing about anthologies by different authors is that not all will be suitable to my reading tastes. But I guess with this one, it’s okay. Some stories seemed to have been paced too slow for me, but when I managed to push through with it, I found that the ‘slowness’ was necessary groundwork for the kilig fireworks to explode by the end. And in the others I found things I wish my story had, or things I knew could be developed more, etc., etc.

I also got to read more straight steam than I can usually take (*this is prude of me to say considering I devour M/M smut like crazy) but I appreciate how hot/loving/raw the scenes were depending on the author and her target audience. And yeah, sex scenes of this kind are far better than smut in comparison, straight or queer.

The Summer Feels stories are short enough to get to the bite-sized HEAs and still let you enjoy your summer activities. If anyone asks me what I did this summer, well, I went touring up from Pagudpud and down to Gen San twenty-three times over!

6 of 5 Stars. I mean, 5 stars are enough for the anthology on its own. +1 Star for my story because I love my work and I deserve it.

Blurb:

Summer loving happens so fast, as you'll find with Summer Feels, an anthology of 23 stories of love under the summer sun by #romanceclass authors. Savor the candied thrill of firsts—first loves, first kisses, first solo vacations—and the bittersweet triumph of second chances. Tour the Philippines as the stories take you to mountain retreats and island paradises. Let the magic of the hot sun, clear blue skies, and lots of love take you on a roller coaster ride of feels. With stories ranging from sweet to sexy, there's sure to be something for any fan of romance.

BUY LINKS:

Amazon E-Book: http://bit.ly/summerfeels

Print Book (PH Only): http://bit.ly/summerfeels-pof

About the Authors:

Elea Andrea Almazora   Elea Andrea Almazora typically writes poetry and speculative fiction and has a weakness for funny romance stories. She currently works as a contributor to Playboy magazine’s Advisor column. To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, readinginbetween.com Follow her on Twitter @ealmazora Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/ealmazora Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/eleaalmazora   Erleen Alvarez   When she's not running errands or making monthly reports, Erleen Alvarez escapes the real world by reading books and writing stories about love of all kinds. She lives in a small town in Camarines Norte, where she’s trying to complete at least one publishable novel.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, bookforya.blogspot.co.uk Follow her on Twitter @BooksforYA Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/author.erleen.alvarez Follow her on Amazon at amzn.to/2py994M Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2oDRpr6   Ella Banta   Ella Banta is a purple-loving, egg pie-eating 30-something woman. Writing has always been a dream for her since she was little. And writing for a #romanceclass book is a dream come true. After this, she plans to write more and hopefully meet more awesome egg pie-eating peeps.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, gabrielleluna.wordpress.com Follow her on Twitter @gabbie_ellaine Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/ellabantawriting Follow her on Amazon at amzn.to/2pwjLEj Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2pyi9XU

Rachelle Belaro   Rachelle is a published author of Pop Fiction, an imprint of Summit Books. She chooses watching Kdramas over writing stories, which makes it difficult for her to finish a chapter. If daydreaming were a profession, she could have made a great career in it.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, rachellebelaro.wordpress.com Follow her on Twitter @areysieyts Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/rachbelaro Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/rachellebelaro Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2o45RYx H. Bentham   H. Bentham was born and raised in the Philippines, but now resides 1,487 miles away from home. He battles homesickness with his various hobbies and (mostly) by procrastinating on the internet. When he's done being bored, he writes stories and, when he's feeling particularly profound, poems. He adores turtles and bettas, enjoying the slow, quiet companionship they provide.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Follow him on Twitter @bentchbites Like his Facebook page, facebook.com/Mr.H.Bentham Follow him on Amazon at amzn.to/2nZO6eo Follow him on Goodreads at bit.ly/2oIysCK   Halina Cabrera   Halina Cabrera writes steamy romance, among other things, while she’s on break. She’s a breakfast person (that’s not the same as being a morning person). And she loves serif fonts. She’ll keep writing until she keels over.    To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Follow her on Twitter @cabrerahalina Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/HalinaCabrera Follow her on Goodreads atbit.ly/2nKWytT Charlie Dio   Charlio Dio is a jack of all trades hailing from the Philippines. She loves reading, writing, watching anime, and taking long walks with her two dogs. An office employee by day and an internet ninja by night, she spends the majority of her waking hours talking to people in her head and putting their stories into written words.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Follow her on Twitter @chardiosaurus Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/Charlie-Dio-622595757951587/ Mina V. Esguerra   Mina V. Esguerra writes contemporary romance. She blogs about her writing and publishing adventures at minavesguerra.com.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Sign up for her mailing list at bit.ly/list-minavesguerra Visit her website, minavesguerra.com Follow her on Twitter @minavesguerra Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/minavesguerra Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/minavesguerra Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2p1YcaQ Elizabeth Galit   Elizabeth Galit’s friends call her Beth. She is a book hoarder, romance writer, a chocolate sucker, a coffee addict and a hopeless romantic.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her website, bethgstories.com Follow her on Twitter @bethgstories Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/bethgstories Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/elizabethgalit Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2oaLzwR Georgette S. Gonzales   Georgette S. Gonzales is an author of romance in Filipino (as Edith Joaquin of My Special Valentine) and in English. She’s also written crime fiction novella Classified. Gette is a milrom junkie; she cooks but does not bake, loves to travel, and prides herself on being a singer, poet, and friend.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her website, pinaynobelista.com Follow her on Twitter @Gette_aka_EJmsv Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/georgette.pinaynobelista Follow her on Amazon at amzn.to/2oJa3Li Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2oDwHaR Ami Granada   Ami Granada writes romances, travel stories, and poetry. She has written one romance novel in English (Unspoken), romance novels in Tagalog, and short stories that have been published in local magazines and newspapers. The only time she feels really free is when she travels and when she writes.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, amidemanila.blogspot.com Follow her on Twitter @amidemanila Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/amidemanila Like her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2o06KCQ   Irene Jurado   Irene is a full-time mom in the morning and full-time employee by night. Once she puts everything in order, she becomes a romance reader, writes short stories, opens her bag full of watercolors, and drinks her milk tea.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Follow her on Twitter @I_reign_ Follow her on Amazon at amzn.to/2peizWo Catherine Lo   Catherine Dellosa Lo is a freelance writer by day and a geek by night, with works published in SuperHeroStuff, Vibal’s POC, Philippine Daily Inquirer, and more. She hopes to soar the skies as a superhero someday, but for now, she believes in saving lives through fiction. For fun, her personal blog recounts rookie misadventures as a noob wife.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, quirkylifeofthenoobwife.blogspot.com Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/TheNoobWife Follow her on Amazon at amzn.to/2nZN3uP Follow her on Goodreads at goodreads.com/TheNoobWife   Arlene Manocot   Arlene Manocot writes in English and Filipino. Her words dwell in the realms of fantasy, suspense and romance. Aside from writing fiction, she also weaves poems from the endless thread of life. Daydreaming is an expensive hobby she'd like to preserve, and putting her thoughts into writing keeps her sane in this world of insanity.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, writingandlovinit.blogspot.com Follow her on Twitter @arlenemanocot Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/manocot.arlene Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/arlenemanocot Follow her on Goodreads at goodreads.com/arlenemanocot Bianca Mori   Bianca Mori is the author of One Night at the Palace Hotel, Tame the Kitten, and the Takedown Trilogy. She is interested in exploring power in romance and enjoys reading about demimondaines, pin-up girls and Jazz Age personalities and hopes to reinterpret these in her stories. She lives with her family and a hyperactive pug.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Follow her on Twitter @thebiancamori Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/thebiancamori Follow her on Amazon at amzn.to/2nbI4Hd Follow her on Goodreads at goodreads.com/thebiancamori Eris Peñaluna   The author is a graduate of the University of the Philippines. This is her first romance short story, though she plans to publish a novel in the near future. During her spare time, she practices yoga, runs and tries to learn as many languages as she can.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Follow her on Twitter @ErisPenaluna Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/erispenaluna Like her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2nZZ5EN   Farrah F. Polestico   Farrah F. Polestico wanted to be a lot of things in life—an engineer, a nurse, an astrophysicist. But it wasn’t until she was thirteen that she knew she was going to be a published writer. When she’s not up all night writing her next book, you can find her reading anything and everything, from Charles Dickens novels to old grocery receipts.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, bookskeepmesane.wordpress.com Follow her on Twitter @bookskeepmesane Follow her on Amazon at amzn.to/2oJlZwO Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2oaCvYK Kit Salazar   Kit has always known what she wanted in life, but only recently took courage to go after it. She's back to doing things things that she loves, including writing and illustrating, while juggling a side job that helps fuel her creativity.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Follow her on Twitter @KitSalazarAuthor Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/kitsalazarauthor Follow her on Amazon at amzn.to/2nZXLSd Follow her on Goodreads at goodreads.com/kitsalazarauthor   Miel Salva   Miel Salva is a Filipino HR consultant by day and a romance writer/reader by heart. She enjoys watching movies, documentaries and TV series and going out to eat with friends or with her fiancé. She reads and writes stories about love and its many different facets because she believes that even in this world filled with hate, love still prevails.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, mielsalva.wordpress.com Follow her on Twitter @Miel_Salva Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/pg/MielSalva.Author Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/mielsalva Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2pec7Pf   Fay Sebastian   Fay is a speech communication student who writes even on the busiest of days because writing prevents her from turning into a college zombie. Why she holds writing instruments in an odd way will always be a mystery to the world.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her blog, faysebastian.wordpress.com Follow her on Twitter @mileventwelve Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/Mileventwelve Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/faysebastian Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2oJDblO

Kate Sebastian   Kate Sebastian has been crafting stories since she was tiny. She spent her childhood reimagining classic fairy tales and inventing new ones. She earns a good living writing articles and editing manuscripts, but decided to try her hand at writing romance (the steamy kind) since she reads so much of it.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her website, katesebastian.com Follow her on Twitter @ImKateSebastian Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/katesebastianauthor Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/katesebastian Follow her on Goodreads at goodreads.com/KateSebastian Yeyet Soriano   Yeyet Soriano is an Asia Pacific IT manager by day, writer by night, and a wife and mother of three all throughout. Turning Points, In My Dreams, The Retreat, and Kate, Finally are her self-published novels. Romance is not her core genre, but all her stories, no matter how dark or twisted, have romantic elements embedded in them.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her website, ysrealm.com Follow her on Twitter @ysrealm Like her Facebook page, www.facebook.com/Yeyetsorianowrites Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/yeyetsoriano Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2nbyOmv Marian Tee   Marian Tee is the author of The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire, which is part of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance.   To learn more about this author and for updates on new releases, please Visit her website, authormariantee.com Follow her on Twitter @authormariantee Like her Facebook page, facebook.com/authormariantee Follow her on Amazon at amazon.com/author/mariantee Follow her on Goodreads at bit.ly/2oaFHDO

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I actually have no words this time, this is just sjsksojssk so fucking hot. I mean we already knew teacher Hoseok is hot but this is just next level.

"He’ll ruin you if you let him. Take every first you’re willing to give." Like c'mon maaaaaan.

Request: Jimin and/or Hobi x innocent/virgin reader. innocence/corruption kink. maybe teaching her how to do a blowjob idk. smut.

WOOOOOF usually virgin/innocent smut is not really my bag but. idk. the stars aligned and in this moment it was very much my bag. we went full nasty with it 🙆‍♀️ thank you for this req - i hope you enjoy!!! 🌹

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: hoseok x virgin!reader wordcount: it's like 1.2k but we had a vision alright contains: member POV 😈, alcohol mention, reader is a virgin and v sexually inexperienced (it's her first time doing like everything okay), hobi is a good teacher tho 😏, first blowjob, he is... definitely turned on by her innocence (i mean this is really what it says on the tin lmao), some dirty talk/name calling, face fucking, might be under-negotiated if u squint, she touches herself, a surprise facial lol, manhandling, he eats her out over her underwear - i think that's it !!

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You’ve never done this before.

That’s all Hoseok can think as you sink to your knees in front of him, eyes big and blinking, awaiting instruction.

It’s why you picked him, he’d learned tonight, after you’d sipped at your vodka cranberry until it loosened your lips. You’d swiped on his dating app profile after seeing his listed occupation: dance instructor.

That’s what you needed. A teacher.

You’d confessed it with your face buried in your palms, drunk enough to say it but sober enough to still feel the shame. Growing up, you’d listened to the stories as your friends started having sex, blossoming one by one into experienced, confident adults. But it just never happened for you.

And now, here you are. A late bloomer. Inexperienced. “A virgin,” you’d admitted, mortified. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”

Hoseok thought it was hot, actually, but he kept that to himself.

He knows he’s a good teacher: attentive, detail-oriented, a good communicator. And very patient. But fuck, if seeing you sit back on your socked heels and lick your lips doesn’t test that patience.

“Take it out, baby.”

You fumble open the button on his jeans, shaky-handed, clearly nervous, so Hoseok helps you out, easing pants and boxers down in one go. He doesn’t miss the look on your face as you take him in.

God, he’s already hard and you haven’t so much as breathed on him.

“Ever seen one before?” he murmurs, fingers carding through your hair.

The self-conscious exhale you let out tells him the answer before you even find the words. You don’t have to.

“That’s okay. Just touch it.”

Hoseok can barely bite back his groan when you wrap your hand around him and give a tentative squeeze. He allows you a second to get used to the weight of him, the feeling, velvet firm and blood hot.

Shy little thing with a cock in her hand. He’ll ruin you if you let him. Take every first you’re willing to give.

You shift on the floor, and Hoseok thinks maybe you’re gonna ask to stop, crawl back into his bed for another hour of his tongue in your mouth, his hands pawing at your tits over your shirt. 

But then he feels it: the soft pink drag of your tongue at the crown of his cock. One pass, then two. Like he’s a fucking ice cream cone.

It tears a rough sound from the back of his throat. He wonders if you can feel him pulse in your hand, if you can taste the precum drooling out of his slit as you keep on kitten licking at him.

“Yeah, you wanna taste?” he asks, and you nod with his cock still on the flat of your tongue. “Suck on the tip,” he instructs, because this is what you’re here for. “Just watch your teeth.”

With a soft noise, you do what your teacher says.

Hoseok’s first taste of the sweet, wet warmth of your mouth is made twice as good by the way you glance up at him through your lashes, clearly searching for an affirmation that you’re doing it right. Too innocent to know what you look like: a perfect little whore.

“So pretty like this, baby,” he groans, ever a believer in positive reinforcement. “Suckin’ on your very first cock.”

A muscle in your throat jumps; he wonders if that’s a twinge of embarrassment rolling through you. Wonders if it’s fucked up how much he likes that.

“Want some more?” he asks, and you’re already stretching your lips further down his shaft, dragging his entire tip and then some over the hot stripe of your tongue. Hoseok cups your jaw with one hand as he pushes into your mouth, gentle as he can. He can’t quite hide the ragged edge to his breathing.

“Hollow your cheeks,” he rasps. “Suck harder.”

The added pressure when you tighten up around him nearly makes his knees buckle.

“Fuck,” he moans, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. “That’s it.”

Your rhythm isn’t perfect, but he figures maybe the best way to teach is by example, so he reaches down to hold your head in both hands as his hips start to kick forward.

“Let me use you, baby,” Hoseok breathes, and he didn’t really mean to say it out loud, but the noise you make around his dick is everything he needs to hear.

Another low moan rips through him at the sight of you, his little virgin down on her knees and just fucking taking it, and he picks up the pace, deliberately fucks into your mouth like he wants to mold your tongue in the shape of him.

“Already a slut for this cock, huh?”

A crease notches between Hoseok’s brows. His eyes drink you in as his hips roll: the willing gape of your mouth, the flutter of your lashes, the thick spit gloss spilling from the seal of your lips.

And then his gaze tracks lower, and– oh.

You’ve let your knees peel apart, just enough to hitch your skirt up the smooth skin of your thighs, and the hand that isn’t clung to Hoseok’s hip for balance has snaked its way between your legs. But you’re not touching yourself, not really. You’re just… grinding the flat of your palm into your underwear. Thin white cotton, plain and not meant to be sexy, not bought for anyone else to ever see. Somehow the hottest fucking thing.

Hoseok chokes on a whine because fuck, is this how you always get off? Too sweetly unsure to actually masturbate, just rutting your hot little pussy against your hand, a plushie, the corner of your bed.

Ashamed of the pleasure and chasing it anyway.

The thought is dizzying, distractingly so, and he miscalculates a thrust, feels the head of his cock scrape the back of your throat and everything clench tight at the intrusion.

He pulls out with a gasp to give you a second, but even the friction of that quick drag is enough to tip him over the edge, and then his hand is mindlessly tugging at his wet shaft because he needs to come so fucking bad.

And then he does, he is, he’s coming, sticky thick ropes of it leaking from the head of his dick before he can even warn you. All that he manages is another groan as he paints you, white streaks splattering over your cheeks, down your neck, a little in your hair; making a mess of you.

To Hoseok’s surprise, you don’t react with disgust or even shock. Instead a soft moan slips through your spit-slicked lips, and your hips buck harder against your palm, and he can’t hold back another fucking second.

He’s already on the floor, and maybe it’s too rough, the way he drags your hips toward him until you’re flat on your back, but he can’t not do it. Can’t not shove your legs open to bury his face between your thighs, can’t not lick up the already soaked-through seat of your panties and gasp against it at the raw taste of you.

And he’s the first to ever have it.

It doesn’t take much, just a few more drags of his tongue, rubbing firmly at the clothed seam of your virgin pussy until your hips shove up and your hands tangle in his hair as you come. 

Hoseok can already tell he’ll play the moment back until he wears out the mental recording of it: your spine arching off the hardwood floor, his cum still dripping down your face as you moan like the whore he knew he could make of you.

After all, he’s a very good teacher.