Q: Out of the three, who is the most trustworthy member? B & C: The oldest hyung, Xiumin hyung! X: For me, also me! B: Xiumin hyung also knows restaurants well. He orders food quickly… lastly, he knows what to order for us.
Q: Out of the three, who is the most courageous and cool member? X: I think it’s me! B: No! It’s me!! I look really cool when playing games. C: Xiumin hyung is a manly person who’s strong-minded. X: That’s correct! B: Also, Xiumin hyung is the type who can plan on his own. He’s manly and feels like an adult. Chen can also be by himself so he’s manly and cool.
Q: Tell something you find cute about the members. B: Xiumin hyung has a cat. He is very attached to his cat. I’m not sure if Xiumin hyung is raising the cat or the cat is raising Xiumin hyung. (laughs) When he’s taking care of the cat, he never leaves home. It’s really cute how he cares for the cat all day. X: It’s cute when Baekhyun uses casual language with me, saying “Ya!” or taking out the title ‘형’ (hyung). B: Of course, that’s my endearment to you.
Q: If you can explain shortly a member’s personality. B: Baekhyun is like a 'Happy Virus’ who can make those around him happy. He’s versatile and has good sense… He’s good in everything, except sports. B: (laughs) Still, I can snowboard and know how to play pool, too! C: But you can’t run, right? Your running form looks weird so it’s very awkward! B: There was this scene that I shot before, Xiumin hyung and Chen said “Haven’t you ever run in your whole life before this?” X: Still, Baekhyun is good at gaming, singing and impersonating, so it’s really fun with him around. In EXO, his existence is important. C: Without Baekhyun, maybe EXO would have been a boring group. B: Yes, yes. That’s right, correct. (laughs)
Q: Who is the funniest out of the three? X & C: Baekhyunnie!! B: Hmm… So it’s me. (laughs) B: Sometimes, there’re so many funny things going inside my head that I wonder to myself “Ya~ How could I have thought of such a funny idea?”. I’m surprised by my sense. It’s inborn. X: But there’s a drawback. If he chatters too much, you have to grab him by the nape to stop him.
Q: Is there one thing you want to fix about a member? X: Yes, I’ll tell Baekhyun. B: I knew it’d be me… X: I hope he gets up faster. B: I have 15 minutes to get ready before going out. But I take 20 minutes to prepare. X: During that 5 minutes, everyone is waiting. It’s not that he can’t wake up, he won’t wake up. C: He’ll say “I won’t get up!”. He will stubbornly not get up. (laughs) B: I’ll talk too! Actually these two didn’t know how to play pool. But they are getting better lately. I hope they don’t get any better. X & C: Booo~
So the last post I reblogged got some interesting comments I want to touch on, namely people stating that they don’t dislike Romance because it’s fluffy and feel good, but because it is often sexist, misogynistic, ableist, heteronormative and woefully lacking in diversity, which yes, absolutely, yes. Those are entirely valid criticisms of the genre—indeed I find them to be valid of any genre, whether it’s sci-fi, fantasy, young adult or otherwise. There is a shocking lack of diversity in our fiction and media—and not because people don’t want it or aren’t trying to make it, but because publishing houses and media can’t see the co-relation between what their marketing teams are telling them, and the actual reality that of course straight white stories are selling the best, of course it is, because you won’t sell anything else, that’s why there’s no sales numbers for anything else.
I worked in a romance publishing house for a good few years, I also worked for their erotica team, and do you know, not once did I ever come across a manuscript with a disabled person? Not a single one. There was also never a manuscript that featured a character with mental illness who wasn’t the villain, or whose issues couldn’t be Fixed With Love™(*vomit*).
The few times a story featured non white characters, it was usually “The Best Friend Who Gives Sassy Real Advice”, or so horrifically racist that our modus operandi was to nuke it from the office servers rather than try and deal with it because how do you politely tell an author, hey, you’re a fetishistic piece of shit please find God and change the entirety of your story so we can print it, (Answer: you don’t there is no polite way to tell someone they are a
fetishistic piece of shit and you never want their work to darken your inbox ever again.) when you can instead say “Sorry, not what we’re looking for a the moment” and retreat to the relative safety of the slushpile where maybe, just maybe, a hidden gem awaits excavation.
And our publishing house prided itself on diversity because we had an LGBT section, and oh boy let me tell you I was so excited when I got moved over onto that side…only to realize, there’s no w/w fiction because “it doesn’t sell well” and 90% of the m/m fiction is being written by women for women and they fired the one gay author cause his work wasn’t “what was selling” and every bisexual character I ever encountered was either Actually Gay/Actually Straight, or surprise! The Evil Greedy Homewrecker who needs to pick a side, booo hiiiiss, grab your pitchforks and burn the witch.
And I remember, I remember looking to my senior editor who was also my friend at the time, a poly bisexual, mentally ill woman and saying “what the fuck Rebecca” (yes, her name was actually Becky) and she looked at me over our skype call and said “You want to keep your job? Deal with it.”
Because you see, Marketing reigns supreme, and Marketing doesn’t give a shit about people like you and me. It doesn’t care if the neurodivergent person wants to see people like them in fiction, it doesn’t care that people of color want to be more than just the friend/villain, they don’t care that there is more to LGBTQIA+ than the L and specifically the G, it doesn’t care if disabled people want to be represented as more than someone ele’s story arc prop. They don’t care they, don’t care, and do you know why so many publishing houses look down on indie publishing and self published authors and try to call them hacks? Because we don’t give a fuck that they don’t care and we’re doing what we want anyway.
Oh sure you get the usual “but the work is so unpolished, no one has vetted it, it’s just bad, this is why we need publishers to stop the crap from rising to the top”—and yet Fifty Shades of Grey still gets a multi-billion dollar production budget and to the top of the best seller list—do you see, where I am going with this? They’re not interested in selling the best they are just interested in selling, and we are living in a society that has a system designed specifically to a quite literally straight and narrow demographic. So of course XYZ stories sell well, of course they do, because that is where the vast majority of marketing goes, to make sure you buy into it. And Romance…Romance is a lucrative industry to be in if you can get the weight of that campaign behind you…but if you can’t? Well, not only do you have to compete with lack of funding and resources, but also the pervasive lie that because you’re not affiliated directly with X Publishing House or Y Agency, you are not good enough, and no one will want to read your story.
And that’s a bunch of baloney. It’s so much baloney you can slap it between two slices of bread and cover it in mustard because the whole thing is a ham.
Do you know what I would have loved growing up? (And still would) Stories about girls who liked people regardless of gender—and who wasn’t conflicted over it because people are people and gender is fluid and irrelevant to love. Stories about people with mental health issues, where the person is still loved and shown as functional, with their mental health issues, not despite. Stories about disabled and ill people who have fulfilling lives whose arc doesn’t revolve around being brave for simply existing or how much of a saint their families/loved ones are for putting up with them. And do you know what I get instead, even now as an adult who has worked in the industry that sells these stories? I get things like Fifty Shades of Domestic Abuse, and train wrecks like You Before Me where the death of the disabled person is seen as a romantic gesture of selflessness that sets the love interest free to fully live her life. HOW FUCKING FUCKED UP IS THAT. Oh you can argue with me all you want that wasn’t
Moyes intent when she was writing it, but it damn well was the end result.
Yes, Romance is lacking, and yes it needs revamped, it needs more cultural diversity, it needs more inclusion, it needs so many things—but it also needs for people to not want to not write for it because it’s “fluffy” and cheap, like somehow they are selling their souls away.
I’ve got friends who have written amazing, diverse stories told from their point of view…but they won’t ever get them published because as soon as you mention self publishing or the Romance industry they turn their noses up. And they’re shooting themselves in the foot in doing so, because there ain’t no way a story about XYZ is going to make it in a sci-fi house, no matter who much tech you add in. On the flipside of that, I’ve also got a friend who has written about her experiences as a Black queer disabled woman and it’s filled with relationships and great life stuff and so funny…but she can’t get it published anywhere because she’s been explicitly made to feel like she doesn’t belong in the genre because her stories are too complex, they’re too different they’re too comedic…too…too…too (the list goes on). And that’s awful because Romance is a genre that is primarily about people and if you as a Romance house are telling me you can’t sell a story about people, boy are we well and truly fucked.
The biggest criticism of the Romance genre shouldn’t be that it’s too damn happy and therefore unrealistic and nothing but fluff. What’s unrealistic is the complete lack of diversity and inclusion in the genre that makes it so alienating that a huge part of our society immediately feels like they don’t belong.
And that’s a bigger problem than fluff.
So great, yes fine, Romance isn’t for you, you can tell me all the time that you don’t like Romance and I will cheerfully talk to you about literally anything else. But don’t ever tell me you don’t like Romance because it’s simple and fluffy when there’s a whole wealth of actual problematic shit to dislike it for.
And to you, yes you, I’m talking to you. You with the idea in the back of your head and the worry that you’ll never be a Serious Author because all you want to write about is romance and people and angst and fluff and also thinking no one wants to read stories about people like you: take that idea and run with with it, learn from your experiences and keep doing it some more and maybe one day we’ll have the publishing industry we deserve that will acknowledge you. But until then: Rebel and Do It Anyway.
- Cleansing your space, tools, yourself, your grandmother, the neighbour’s cat
- Being patient and fair with baby Witches, you were one once so help em if they need it
- Baby Witches; If you need advice on experience, ask a Witch. If you need to know what a word means, ask Google. If you need to remove a certain someone from your existence, ask a demon. If you need to remove remnants of the certain someone from your clothes, ask a demon parent.
- Don’t police other people’s practices. You do you, they’ll do them, I’ll do me.
- If you don’t feel safe or familiar with something, don’t do it until you’ve researched it a bit. That’s the last time I try break dancing while doing a spell..
- Be realistic. You can’t fly, read minds or stop time. None of us can. Science and Witchcraft are like…the perfect couple. They take each other on dates, remind us we are stuck on Earth and can’t fly, they are always together like all the time. We need to respect them being together so we don’t get hurt.
- Have. Fun. Have so much fun, don’t stop with the fun. Just party all the time. It’s an amazing experience and it should be enjoyed. A L W A Y S
On a more serious note (booo!),please be respectful to yourself and everyone else. We are individuals, we do have limits and we do need to take care, and unless you can break dance don’t do it (I was kidding about that. I can’t even do a handstand)
I wish I remembered who gave me this prompt, but here it is: Just want to say I love what you’ve done with the Trancendance AU, hope you keep adding onto this collection for a long time
Prompt Idea: A young girl (think 13) is badly assaulted by a presumed
stranger/possible family member. They have a suspect locked up but no
solid proof. The only way to find the real criminal is for her to give a
statement but she’s so traumatized that she can’t talk.
In a desperate move her psychologist summons Dreambender, remembering
he is friendly towards children, in hopes he can help her overcome the
trauma and finally find peace.
No one was quite sure what had happened to Naomi Caligor.
There was a pretty good idea – she’d only stopped talking, not
communicating altogether, though she had shut down pretty hard – but
without their key witness, it was going to be a lot harder to put the
person responsible away for it, despite the fact that Naomi had pointed
him out very emphatically. They needed her testimony, or it was all
going to fall apart.
Dr. Aisha Yesson knew that was the reason everyone was putting
pressure on her to get Naomi talking again, but she didn’t agree with
Her job was to help Naomi heal. And pressuring her to talk, to identify who hurt her before she was ready, wasn’t going to help.
Under normal circumstances, she would have taken Naomi out for rides.
The usual centaur rules against being ridden had exceptions for loved
ones and children, and it almost always helped to get Aisha’s clients,
all of whom were children, more comfortable with her after a trot
through the wooded trails that backed her office, trails kept safe with
wards and spellguards so the children could talk as freely there as they
did in her office.
But the fact of the matter was, that the child didn’t feel safe
anywhere anymore. It didn’t matter how many wards, how many spells,
walls, locks, there were between Naomi and the rest of the world; she
was still convinced her tormentors could find their way in through
Given all that had happened, Aisha couldn’t blame her.
NOTE: Okay, first of all I apologize it took forever to write this. Second of all I apologize for this being hot mess. I changed the sex part like six times and it’s still not how I wanted it to be. I read it like four times to make sure there aren’t any misspellings but I probably missed some.
“Your place or mine?”, I heard whisper in my ear as I was packing my stuff after the game.
“So you did not forget?”, I asked.
“Hey, Y/N, we made a bet, remem…”, he stopped cause few people wanted to high five him.
He was indeed the star of today’s game. For the first time I saw him not with his typical cocky grin, but with sincere smile, full of joy, and because it wasn’t everyday view I stared at him for a little bit.
“So, how about…”, he started but again someone interrupted.
“Good game, Monty”, some girl stood next to us and literally done hair flip. I rolled my eyes and went back to packing, when she put her hand on Montgomery’s arm. “See you at Bryce’s party tonight?”
“Sure”, he said and eyed her up and down as she walked away.
“I think you don’t have to worry about getting laid for another month”, I said standing next to him.
“I knooow”, he bit his lower lip. “Don’t think it’ll make me forget about our bet. See you at Bryce’s?”
“Umm, no actually. It would be party third week in the row, my mum wouldn’t be too happy about that”
“What about…”, he started protesting.
“I said you gonna get third base”, I said moving closer to him, so no one could hear us, “I didn’t say it’s gonna be tonight.”
“Bye, Monty”, I waved at him as I was walking away.
20 minutes later I was in home. My parents went to the restaurant with Jeff’s parents, as our mums are best friends, but mum still made me pancakes. I took plate and fork, pour some milk to the glass and went to the living room to eat dinner in front of tv. I finished eating, was watching tv, still in my cheerleader suit, when my parent came back.
“Oh, honey, you’re here”, my mum said, she was in very giggly mood.
“I’m your only child, what did you expect?”.
“You’re not going to the party?”, she asked. “Jeff called, he said the game was amazing, they won and that there is party at Bryce’s house”
“Yes, game was great, they won and yes, there is a party, but I’m not coming. Is she drunk?”, I asked my dad.
“What do you mean you’re not coming?”, mum didn’t give him a chance to response.
“Cause, it would be third week in a row? Wouldn’t you be mad at me partying every week?”, I looked at her suspiciously.
“Whaaat? No, go to the party, have fun, show some team spirit”, dad said and punched my arm.
I stared at them for few seconds.
“Oh my God, you’re both drunk!”, I stood up from the couch.
Instead of answering they started getting very touchy.
“Sweetie, you’re going to the party or not? Me and dad can spend one evening alone, don’t you think?”.
“Are you going to… bang?”
They started giggling again.
“Okay, you know what, I’ll go to the party, cause I’m afraid otherwise you’ll have to send me for psychotherapy, just please give me 30 minutes before you start doing another baby”, I said as I went upstairs.
I took a quick shower, made my make up again, did my hair in half bun using hella a lot of dry shampoo and put on some dress and white low converse. I was about to leave, but came back to my wardrobe, and changed my underwear for matching black lacy one.
I came down stairs and went to the door, covering side of my face so I wouldn’t accidentally see what is happening in living room.
“I’m leaving, please don’t do this in my bedroom! Bye”, I said as I grabbed my car keys.
“Someone has to!”, my dad shouted after me when I was closing the door.
“I think I’m gonna throw up”, I mumbled and went to the car.
20 minutes later I parked at Bryce’s driveway, or more on the lawn, cause there were a lot of cars.
One deep breath and I got inside, looking around for any friendly faces.
“Y/N! You came!”, Jessica, already drunk - shocking, threw her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.
“Yeah, my mum kinda kicked me out of the house for the night”, I chuckled.
“Well, hello, jelly shot?”, Justin came up to us.
“No, thanks, I’m driving”, I shrugged my arms.
“Whaaaat? Girl, you’re killing the party!”, Foley moaned.
“I think I’m gonna live with that”, I patted his arm.
“Y/N, you’re here?”, Jeff gave me bear hug from behind.
“Your parents”, I turned around to face him and pointed at him, “are never going out with my parents again”.
“Why? What happened?”, he asked amused.
“My parents came home wasted and right now they’re probably making another baby.”
“Booo, you’re jealous because your parents have sex life and you don’t”, Justin put his arm around me. “Don’t worry, babe, we’re gonna find you someone to bang”, he started looking around.
“Jess, aren’t you gonna react at your boyfriend’s arm around me?”, I asked.
“No”, she snorted. “You know each other since kindergarten and you’re my friend”.
“Right, but still, this goes here”, I took Justin’s hand and put it on Jessica’s ass. “And I go for something to drink”, I pointed at the kitchen.
“Pour some alcohol in there, you can leave your car here!”, Justin shouted to me.
I went to the kitchen and surprise, surprise, Montgomery was there pouring himself some drink.
“Hey”, I stood next to him.
“Well, looks who’s here”, he smiled. “I knew you would come, you thirsty babygirl”
“Are you drunk? Cause I’m too sober for your weird, specific pick up lines”, I looked at him disgusted.
“Not that much drunk, just in the good mood. You want something?”
“Just coke, I’m driving.”
“Boooooring”, he said while pouring coke to the red cup. “By the way, I’m gonna keep my third base with you for another day, because I made new female friend today“.
I looked around and saw girl across the room, smiling at Monty even though he wasn’t looking at her.
“It’s ok”, I said taking my drink from him. “Me and my matching underwar will find another company”.
He freezed for a moment.
“What did you say?”, he asked.
“What?”, I looked at him innocently.
“The.. The thing about underwear”, he started stuttering.
“Matching. Underwear”, I said clearly. “Yeah, it’s all black and lacy, all because of that dress, you could see every line through it if I wear something different”, I was obviously lying, no lines were visible through that dress.
Didn’t really matter cause he already wasn’t listening to me, just looking at like he wanted to undress me with his vision.
“Have fun with your new friend, bye”, I waved in front of his face and walked away.
I spent next hour walking around, talking to people, glancing at Monty from across the room and walking away as soon as he started going towards me. But I couldn’t hide when he came up to me with Bryce, Zach and Justin.
“We need to ask you for a favour”, they said.
“I’m listening”, I crossed my arms at my chest.
“We need Monty’s shisha”.
“What it has to do with me, I don’t have it”, I looked at them confused.
“We know, silly”, Justin ruffled my hair. “It’s at Monty’s house.Will you please drive him, so he can take it?”
“Please”, they said at the same time.
“Whatever, I can go”, I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Monty”.
We went to the car, he didn’t say anything until we got inside.
“You know where to drive?”, he asked.
“I was at your birthday last year, I know were you live”, I said withdrowing from the driveway.
“Right, you were”, he nodded his head.
“So how’s your new friends?”, I asked.
“She’s okay”, he slowly nodded his head again. “Nothing to brag about, but nothing to be too embarrassed either.”
“Wow, you’re nice”.
I pulled up my dress a little higher when I was scratching my thigh and, on purpose or not, didn’t pull it down after I was down.
“Something itches?”, Monty glanced at my leg. “You know, I’m a great scratcher”.
“Oh I bet you are, but I’m good, thanks”, I patted his leg.
“You enjoy it, don’t you?”, he asked. “Teasing, innuendos…”
“I do innuendos with everyone since I was like fourteen”, I interrupted him.
“Understatements, smirking, glances”, he continued. “You like it”
“I already told you. There might be some tension between us, but you know, it’s that age, hormones and everything, doesn’t mean anything", I said avoiding looking in his direction.
“No, no, no. I want you to admit that you like it”.
“Fine, I like it!”, I admitted not only to him, but also to myself. There was no point in lying. “It’s just… It’s about you”.
“Keep going”, he encouraged me to talking.
“You’re a bully. And an asshole. And a dick sometimes. And I just… I don’t see myself with someone like you. No offence”.
“Jesus, woman”, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not a relationship type. I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m just offering you some fun from time to time.”
“And how exactly would this work?”, I asked. “If I said ‘yes’, I’m not saying, but if I would”.
“Then we’d meet and have sex once in a while. That’s what friends with benefit do”.
I nodded my head without saying anything.
“We’re not really friends, Monty”, I rippled my nose after like a minute. “I mean we sure know each other for I don’t know how many years, but we just hang out with the same people”.
“Does ‘fuck buddies’ describe it better for you?”, he sighed.
“I’m not really hook up type of girl”, I could see he was fed up with all my questions but it definitely didn’t make me wanna stop.
He closed his eyes and grabbed bridge of his nose. “You’re killing me”, he mumbled.
“Thank you! You’re the second person today, who told me that!”, I said with a smile as I stopped car on his driveway. “Okay, go and take what you need”.
“Come on, you’re not gonna sit alone in a car”, he said and got out of the vehicle.
“It’s okay, I’ll wait”, I said bit louder, so he could hear me while he was walking around the car. “It’s very dark inside”, I noticed no lights inside were on.
“My parents are out of town, there’s nobody inside”, he said and opened my door.
I sighed as I gave up and left the car. I followed him, Monty took the keys out of his pocket and opened the door.
“I’ll be right back”, he said as he turned on the light and went upstairs.
I looked around and saw plenty of photos of Monty all over the place - on the walls, on cabinet, on shelves, above the fireplace. The place was very pretty, it was visible that Monty’s parents have a lot of money, but it still looked cosy.
I realised I felt weird feeling of anticipation in my stomach, probably caused by the fact that lately Montgomery tried to put his hands all over me everytime we were alone and I was actually curious if he’s gonna try this time too.
“Got it!”, he said running down the stairs.
“I was wondering…”, I started and tilted my head to one side. “About this whole fuck buddies thing…”
“Yeah?”, typical smirk showed up on Monty’s face.
“If we both said ‘yes’ to this, you should know a few things”, I walked by him and went to the kitchen.
“Such as?”, he asked as he leaned on the wall.
“Well, first of all, it must, stay a secret, we both have reputation, right?”
“Right”, he nodded in agreement not taking his eyes off of me.
“Second”, I said as I sat on the kitchen counter, “I’m not into any weird kinks”.
“Yet to be discovered”, he was slowly taking step after step towards me.
“No hickeys. At least in visible places”.
“I will try my best”, at this point he was standing in front of me, with his hand on my sides.
“I usually don’t wear matching lacy underwear”, he was so close, that I could only look at his lips.
“We don’t even know yet if I like you in lacy underwear”, his hands started rubbing my thighs up and down.
“Are you gonna check if you like it?”, I wrapped my hands around his neck.
“I think I’m again gonna have to make you shut up”, he spreaded my legs and got between them.
“Yes, please”, I said as I pulled his lips to mine.
kisses always were raw, rough, deep with lots of tongue action. There
were no place for sweet, innocent kisses because that’s how affection is
made and we do not want this. His hand on the back of my neck, his lips
were moving sloppily down my jaw.
“One more thing”, I whispered.
“What?”, he said still kissing my neck.
“I’m a sucker for those neck kisses”.
“Yeah, I figured last time”, I could feel smile on his lips against my skin.
I tangled my fingers into his hair while his hands were going all over my back. I
wrapped my legs around him and pull myself closer. He grabbed me by the
back of my thighs, pulled up a little bit and started walking to the
“We’re moving this party upstairs”, his hands went higher to my ass.
He was slowly carrying me upstairs, kissing for the whole time, while I
was pushing my upperbody to him just in case I could get even closer.
Finally we got into his room, he closed the door with a kick, turned and
pinched me against them.
“Now I’m gonna examine your underwear”, he started pulling up my dress.
“Zipper”, I mumbled under my breath.
Monty took two steps back, put me on the floor, his hands were all over my
“Where the fuck is this shit?”, he turned me to see my back.
“On the left”, I giggled slightly.
He unzipped me while kissing my neck.
“It’s very pretty dress, but we don’t need”, he threw it somewhere.
He sat on the bed and I sat on his lap. Monty gently took my hair away
from my face and and looked at me up and down.
“It’s really, really nice underwear, but you won’t need in a moment
either”, he said kissing my neck.
“It’s really nice shirt”, my hands went down his abs, “ but you
definitely don’t need it. Take it off”, I said as a leaned back a little
bit, placing my hands on his knees for a support.
He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere near bed, for the whole
time he was looking at me with hungry eyes.
He grabbed my ass, laid me on my back on his bed. He was hovering over me.
“You want this?”, he asked and sounded tiny bit concerned.
“Monty”, I snorted. “I’m lying under you wearing nothing but my lacy underwear, I think it’s pretty clear”, I said as I was touching his arm.
“I mean… You don’t do this because you feel pushed with all my talk and everything?”
As much as I liked new, caring side of Monty, I didn’t wanna see it that time.
“Can you just shut the fuck up?”, I asked and pulled him closer by his neck.
“Actually… I can’t”, he mumbled between kisses. “Cause this time, we’re doing this shit loud”.
“Fuck”, I mouthed as his kisses were going down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach.
“Monty?”, I asked to make him a little disctracted.
“Yeah?”, he looked up.
“It’s your third base, why don’t you just enjoy the time?”
I used all my strength, and let’s say I didn’t need much, cause he
didn’t really resist, and turned as around so now I was on top.
I kissed his lips, his jaw, neck and went down and down whole his hands
were all over my body. When my kisses reached his pants I looked up to
see his face, eyes closed and biting bottom lip. I pulled up making sure
my ass rubbed his thighs very precisesly. I sat on his bulge and make a
few circles with my hips, his fingers clenched on me. I pulled myself
up a little bit and started unbelting and unzipping his pants painfully
slow. As soon as I started bringing them down, Monty quickly kicked them
off. I started rubbing inside of his thighs, gently kissed his length
through the boxers, I could feel shiver that went down his body.
“Fuck”, he mumbled.
I started kissing his abs, sucked on his collarbone. Suddenly he sat up,
put his hand at the back of my neck and left sloppy kiss on my lips.
“I like your pregame, but we don’t really have time for this”, he turned us around and again I was laying on my back and Monty was above me.
He kisses me down my neck, started massaging my breasts.
“They are beautiful”, he said while leaving kisses on each of them.
His kisses went down, he started kissing me through my panties.
“Oh my God”, I moaned.
“I know you like it, I can feel it”, he said while leaving kisses on the
inside of my thighs.
“Come here”, I grabbed his neck and pulled him up so he could kiss my
lips while I could reach his boxers and slide them down.
I put my hand on him and pumped it up and down.
“Fuck, Y/N”, he moaned with his lips at my neck.
His hand reached the nightstand next to bed and took condom.
He ripped the wrapping with his teeth and put it on.
“Now I’m going to fuck you”, he said while slowly sliding into me. “And I
want to hear you moan.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, Monty started thrusting into me, first slowly, getting faster and faster.
“God, you feel so good”, he groaned.
I was a groaning mess under him, my hands were scratching all over his back. One of Monty’s hands was squizzing my breast for the whole time, his lips were kissing my neck. Everything felt so good, I bit and sucked his shoulder.
“Monty”, I put my lips to his ear. “Go deeper”.
He quickly grabbed one of my legs and put it over his shoulder.
“Fuck, babe”, he moaned under his heavy breath and started pounding faster.
One of my hands squizzed the sheets, while the second one was tangled in his hair.
“Mont, I’m… fuck…”, I couldn’t even finish a sentence, instead I digged my nails in his back.
Monty put my second leg on his shoulder and that’s when I lost it.
“Babe…”, he moaned.
Unlike Jessica’s bathroom last time, room was full of our heavy breaths and loud moans. I was on the edge, threw my head back with Monty’s name on my lips, my whole body started shaking. I clenched my Kegel muscles, the same moment Monty grabbed bedhead and came undone. Heavy breathing gently took my legs and placed them down, then collapsed next to me.
“You’re amazing”, Monty said trying to calm down his breath.
“You are too”, I whispered. “What time is it?”, I asked as I looked at my watch. “We probably should go”.
We got up, got dressed again, I went to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and went downstairs where Monty was already waiting for me.
“Okay, I agree”, I said as I grabbed my car keys and walked by him.
“Do you agree for what I think you agree?”, he asked excited while locking door. “You’ll finally have some fun.”
“Just try to not fall in love with me”, I laughed as I was getting in the car.