Story Summary: She wanted more from life. Meeting him made her realize she had a lot more to offer to the world than what she was made to believe in.

He's just a simple guy with simple hopes and dreams. He didn't know he craved perfection, until he met her.

WARNING: Explicit sexual content. Don't say I didn't warn

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Teach Me How to Live - Chapter 1: Stranger

ANNA

At what point did I agree to put myself in this situation?

With my dishevelled hair and smeared lip gloss, I felt the cool breeze blowing directly blowing from the air conditioning unit as I became half-naked under a man who's probably around seven or eight years older than me.

I felt his grip on my hips tighten at the sight of my modest cleavage. His eyes, obviously hungry for more.

My vision shot up against the ceiling to accommodate the slick peppered kisses as his mouth ravaged my neck. Tilting my head further, I was surprised to see our reflection on a full-scale mirror before us when I opened my eyes— the said stranger's back covering my body, his angry muscles rippling with every movement he made towards pleasuring me, and I, with my legs wrapped around his equally-toned torso.

With the mirror positioned just by the foot of the queen-sized bed where I was currently being devoured in, I could perfectly see every movement of his hips colliding against mine.

And here I am thinking everything was on fire. My face, my body… my pussy.

Partly because of the eight shots of tequila and vodka (or both) that I just drank before coming here, but I'm pretty sure ninety percent of it was because of how skilful this man was at making me feel good.

He must've done this a hundred times with a handful of women, but who am I to complain? I wanted this, too, right?

Stealing a glance at his face once again as he continue his ministrations on my now well-warmed body, I came to appreciate how handsome he actually is.

Despite having that huge purple blot, which I deduced was bruising, seeing that chiselled jaw that clenched every now and then, shoulder-length brown hair that clung to his nape wildly, and that adorable blush on his cheeks?

'He's cute,' I thought— my vision zeroed on his abs that now shone with a sheen amount of sweat—and damn, he's hot.

And that's probably what brought me here in the first place.

A couple of hours earlier…

'Uhg! I hate clubs.' That's what's been going on inside my head for the past thirty minutes.

I'm beginning to think that my friends were right all this time, I must truly be an old grumpy lady trapped in a teenager's body.

A party pooper.

A kill joy.

An old soul.

I kind of like the last description though.

I really do think of myself as an old soul. Heck, if I get the chance to turn the tables around and question my friends about their idea of 'having fun,' I would ask them, why the heck here?

I mean, come to think of it. It's chaotic, it's dark, and most of all, it's swarmed with drunken, foolish, and irresponsible young people wasting away their lives just for a single night of that thing they call 'fun.'

Well, not all of them.

But since I am also here, who am I to judge?

After my parents pitilessly announced during our family dinner— take note, on my birthday eve— that they have found a suitable groom—must be one of the dirty old millionaires they were grooming me for since I was ten— and that I shall be married to him in less than four months, everything went crashing down when my future life as a wealthy but lonely trophy housewife flashed between my eyes.

So, it didn't surprise me when I came sneaking to my best friend's home at an ungodly hour just before midnight, and within twenty minutes, we had our whole squad drinking and dancing wildly without a care in the world.

They, too, were surprised at my sudden change of heart towards clubbing, but I couldn't care less.

I will be turning eighteen tonight, and I had every right to throw away my life right here, right now, just before it begins.

And just as the universe seemed to be agreeing with my current state of rebellion, I had about four guys scooting next to me on the dance floor in no time.

One after the other, they tried to grab my attention, or rather, I'd like to call it disturbing my already depleted peace.

It was all fun and games until one of them—I didn't even see who— grabbed my butt without my permission.

I was furious at the very least, but for some reason, my indignant gasp looked like a cute way of feigning protest, kind of like when TV idols try to act cute for fan service, and it's all because I've had one too many with the alcohol, and my head was starting to spin.

The group of guys took this as a sign of acceptance on my part and lured me into a dark corner of the establishment. I tried to look for my friends, but my blurred vision got in the way of that.

Before I knew it, I felt multiple hands touching me. Each one of them, unwelcomed, and I tried to pry them away weakly as much as I could.

They didn't stop.

Each touch became more aggressive than the other.

One brushed over my breast, and another up against my thing. In one swift movement, I saw one of the guys about to lean in for a kiss, but a palm went blocking in the middle of his face and mine.

My vision came in contact with a set of burnt chestnut eyes. They were scorching deep with concern for me and fury against the guy who tried to steal a kiss from me.

Next thing I knew, he was carrying me bridal style to somewhere warm and cozy. He was serving me ramen while he had and ice pack pressed against his jaw and he was encouraging me to re-hydrate with a liter of water to avoid a nasty hangover.

Next thing I knew… he was kissing me, and I was kissing him back.

Present time…

"Mm-mmh…"

My moaning brought me back to reality, which was not much different from the dozens of erotic images playing in my mind as he proceeded to hump his clothed hard dick against my now moist pussy.

I swear, I was so wet, I could feel my panties squish squashing against my thighs.

It's strange how I never had any experience—zero encounters with the opposite sex ever before, but with this guy, my body seemed to be moving all by itself, ablaze with raw instincts.

Powered by pleasure.

Fair enough though, I could also hear his every grunt and his laboured breathing every time our privates collided in a heated dance.

I felt him squeeze my breast gingerly as I dug my nails on the skin of his back, right after he got rid of my bra.

Feeling his rock-hard manhood against my belly, I generated a mental image that his penis may be more than the average size, even bigger, and for some reason, I had the strong urge to have him inside me right then and there.

"Could you at least tell me you name?" As cliché as it sounds, his raspy whisper against my ear sent shivers down my spine.

I chuckled drunkenly at him making him arch a brow.

"Why don't you make me scream yours instead?"

I don't know why I said that, but seeing his devilish smirk almost made me regret myself challenging him that way.

If it was possible to become even wetter, then that's what described the boiling puddle that was in between my legs.

It was all caused by perceiving the sultry friction of his hands and tongue that formed a beautiful path from my nipples, down to my belly button, then onto my inner thigh.

I watched him remove his pants which left him clad only in a pair of briefs, I almost screamed "yes!" when he pressed a finger against my clothed swollen clit, and when I became one step closer to finding out how apparently huge, he is.

He kept massaging my sexual button even above the fabric of my underwear. With it being the thinnest excuse of a garment, I felt every jolt of electricity that generated from his touch.

Touching me down there was one thing, but planting kisses and nibbling on my panties until they slid off from my legs was the end of me. And by the time he stared at my vagina like a lion hungry for his prey, I was already dripping and so ready for him, his penis could just slide inside me without any discrepancies.

But he didn't.

Instead, I felt his treacherous tongue playing with me, teasing every crevice of my womanhood. He repeatedly licked me clean, tasting every single drop of my juices while making me yield even more.

Right when I can feel the tension building, the blood pooling to my sex like a riptide, he inserted one— two fingers in my vagina, hooking and teasing my sensitive spot inside me over and over again, as if urging me to let it go and just come.

And I did.

As explosive as I could ever imagine it to be, I experienced my very first orgasm given to me by someone other than myself, and it felt out of this world.

I laid there catching my breath.

My lungs heaved every bit of oxygen it could take in order to stabilise my breathing and my delirious body. However, his mouth suddenly claimed mine, I didn't think it's possible for his breath to supply and take air from me at the same time.

In all fairness to him, I really did almost scream his name, only if he told me what it was.

I tried to lift my head to see where he was going, but my head was still spinning from all the excess alcohol and the surge of pleasure.

What was supposed to be a minute felt like an hour.

And while I tried to protest against all the chemicals in my brain that was desperately lulling me to sleep, my gut decided to hurl all of its contents out.

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YOH

'What the hell is she doing?'

I watched as Little Miss Blondie made her path on the way to destruction as she consumed way too much substance for her own good and allowing more than three men ogle at her with little to no distance in between them.

Right from the moment I first saw her strolling the streets of our neighbourhood in Funbari, I knew she was going to be the death of me even before I knew her name.

Judging from the way she walked, to the tone of confidence in her voice, and to the graceful manner she always carried herself, she always stood out amongst other women.

An old soul, to be exact.

I even had to take time assimilating the shock when I found her in a place like this. A place where most broken people go.

Except me, I suppose.

I don't consider myself to be someone 'broken', just another guy out of the billions of adults in this world tired with their lives.

I needed to unwind right before I restart my life soon.

And that's when my friends and annoying ass brother convinced me to come to a place brimming with booze… and women, who were willing to throw themselves at me.

I was sure just a while ago that one lady with blue hair was purposely trying to brush her boobs against my arm on purpose.

She was pretty and had a body to die for, it's just that my focus was on someone else at that time, and I hope she's now happy in the arms of my twin, who also mouthed "pussy" to mock me as he and my other friends walked off to the dance floor with their 'dates' for the night.

I could only snort as I shook my head.

Glancing back at my fair lady… Wait, 'my'? I winced as I thought I lost sight of her. I can't afford to lose focus now.

'Too short, too short.' I kept chanting inside my head as I examined her choice of wardrobe for the night.

With the way that that black sparkly dress was clinging onto her skin and on how the shortest hems almost left nothing to the imagination, exposing those milky thighs to the world, it's a no brainer that perverts will be pooling at her feet in a matter of seconds.

The worst part is most of those men will not respect boundaries.

Again, I didn't take her for someone who liked that kind of attention, and I wouldn't judge her just yet. Especially when she looked quite wary since she arrived at this place.

'Wait, did that bastard just grab her butt?'

I crossed the room to where she was in a few strides. I didn't know what I was doing but all I wanted was to make sure they won't be able to put their filthy hands over her again, or I'd see to it that they won't even have something left to pleasure themselves with.

"I heard the lady clearly said 'no', are you guys deaf?" My voice was so cold, one would think it was tinged with eyes.

And why not? One of them was about to force a kiss against her!

The group, consisting of four guys who looked like college students just looked at me funny, and with a blink of an eye, a fist came in contact with my jaw hard.

I was thankful my friends got my back. And my brother, who was the king of brawl fights ever since our high school days, became unhinged as soon as he saw his younger brother was about to be mugged by four other men.

As a result, we all got kicked out of the club by security, with three drunk girls— Little Miss Blondie and friends.

It was quite opportune that Ren seemed familiar with her friends, the one with long ashy locks and the other one with pink hair. Ren told me not to ask him how they were acquainted, and with a scowl at that, so I just shrugged it off.

For my part, It's funny.

I knew where she lived— she mentioned it casually while I was dragging her befuddled body out of the club; but I didn't have the heart to show up at her parent's doorstep with their severely intoxicated daughter in the hands of a stranger that was me.

It will surely get her into trouble, and I might not leave the place unscathed.

I'm sure Hao won't be spending the night at our place tonight for obvious reasons, and I was thanking the gods for that. I didn't need some incessant teasing at this hour, about finally bringing a girl home with me.

And it's not because I don't have any experience with women. Quite the opposite, actually.

I've had my fair share of adventures.

Although not as high as my brother's 'body count', I took pride in being able to pleasure ladies to world's end. With some even trying to come back for more.

But in the world of one-night stands and casual fucking, I had three rules: I never bring them to my home, I never kiss them, and I never touch the same woman twice.

Tonight, I broke my rule number one. 'Great.'

I watched her slurp the noodles I prepared for her like a homeless person who hasn't eaten for days. She looked kinda cute, in my opinion.

I was thankful that my jaw hurt from the punch I sustained from that jerk earlier, otherwise, my thoughts would be filled with so much unfitting images of her. And as I pressed the cold compress against my cheek, I wanted to reach out to her, hold her hair away from her face to avoid it getting in the way. Wipe that mouth with traces of—

'Damn, those legs aren't helping!'

If she leaned in any further, I'm sure I'll be able to peek through her soul behind that wicked dress.

She started coughing after eating half of the bowl's contents, and part of me felt guilty. I shouldn't have prepared the spicy ramen, but I think it's all I had.

I offered her water and did a little lecture about the importance of re-hydrating after consuming alcohol. I was afraid that kind of talk would've bored her to death, but she looked attentive as hell.

Suddenly, for no good reason at all, she stopped drinking and gazed directly into my eyes.

I gulped instinctively as I stared back at her alluring face led by her honey orbs that seemed to pierce through your darkest, innermost layer.

"Can't I drink something else?"

It was an innocent question on her part. But why? Why did those luscious lips had to be the ones who uttered those words?

Before anything could register in my now lust-clouded brain, my mouth came crashing down on hers.

Then there goes rule number two. Just like that.

I tried to exercise restraint. The gods know I really did. But one thing led to another. And now I'm hearing her cries of pleasure while my tongue did its purpose.

Pinching her nipples made her whimper and grab the sheets for dear life as lapped my tongue against her now needy clit.

'Yes, my sheets. Mine.'

I can't believe I brought a woman in my bed and now she was arching her back in ecstasy because of me.

All because of me.

Pride swelled in my chest and my cock tightened inside my pants as I watched her beg for mercy— for her sweet release.

God, I was aching to jump out of my clothes and shove my wood into that soaking mound.

After edging her a couple of times by ceasing my tongue's movements and my hand's kneading on her breasts every time I felt she was about to come, I finally decided to give her what she deserved.

By inserting my fingers while uninterruptedly eating her, I felt how delectably warm and tight she was. I went crazy just imagining how amazing she would feel around me.

It didn't take long until I had her convulsing beneath me, eyes shut tightly while her mouth formed in a silent 'o'.

I sealed those lips once again with a kiss.

I couldn't help it. The radiating blush on her supple cheeks made me want to do it over and over again.

Letting her recover for a bit, I braised myself for the real action.

Though just as I was about to grab her neck for another lip-lock, my eyes widened with pure disbelief.

Little Miss Blondie just puked her guts out.

I will have to pleasure myself tonight and I'm sure it will the most unsatisfying one to date.

And no, I still don't know her name.

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ANNA

Two weeks later…

Sigh.

Seriously, I yawned immediately after I sat at a cold piece of plastic that was one of those generic chairs.

I heard some of the boys whistle as I entered the classroom, and some of the girls sneered at the mere sight of me, but I paid them no attention as I was too busy minding my morning existential crisis.

I was bummed having to wake up early to catch some education, but at the same time, I was glad that the first term is finally starting.

At least I have something to busy myself with which will help me take my mind off of the nasty stuff that's happened to me recently, even for a few hours.

The past couple of weeks have been indeed quite… eventful, and the last thing I wanted was to have in mind are those well sculpted shoulders, intense set of brown eyes, and that big bulge of heaven in that man's pants.

'Argh! Stop it, Anna! Seriously! What is wrong with you?'

I brushed my palms against my face in an attempt to erase my inappropriate ideas. Thoughts that I'm pretty sure are quite inappropriate in a school setting.

"Anna…" My seatmate, who also happened to be my best friend, Tamao, caught my attention in a hushed tone. "You dropped something."

I followed Tamao's line of sight, and I saw my red scarf lying on the ground next to my feet.

Oh well, at least it wasn't my morning coffee that fell, because I am sure as hell, I would throw a fit if I did.

And just as I leaned over to pick my scarf up, I caught someone swiftly entering the classroom within my peripheries.

'Finally, it must be Ms. Seiya.' I thought of our homeroom, and Music and Arts teacher.

The person went straight into writing something on the board, but I still wasn't paying full attention as I was busy folding my scarf before stuffing it in my bag.

The teacher stopped writing at the same time I placed my bag neatly under my table.

Though once I lifted my chin up and came eye-to-eye with someone who had brown shoulder-length hair and chestnut eyes, a male, and who isn't Ms. Seiya, I unintentionally dropped another item onto the floor, and this time I was sure I made a huge mess.

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A/N: This has been posted in my AO3 account for quite a while, but I was contemplating whether it'll be fit for posting on FFnet since it has mature content. Though since I still see see fics with explicit content under the "M" category, I guess I'll give it a try.

So instead of continuously working on my ongoing chaptered fic, I bring to you this erotic mess! Hoho! It's kinda good, though, it keeps me from getting burnt out from 'An Apple A Day' while trying on a different style of writing with this. Also, I have been dying to write a 'forbidden love' trope for the longest time now, so…

Don't fret, it will only be a short story and will possibly contain only 10-12 chapters at most, also with shorter chapters but (hopefully) quicker updates. It will still be a YohxAnna romance, but for those who like lemons, this shall be heaven for you, because who needs a plot when we just want the smut? LOL.

Lemme know how you think and show me some love!;3