Hello, it's my pretty little story. I'm Kim Junmyeon, also known as.. Suho. I don't know, if you would found it interesting, but it is, for me. Pretty interesting.

It's all started that evening. God! I never can forget that evening. My life was simple, I was just a normal teenager, studying for my future. Living with my mom, who always accepted me on my sexuality.

I was a good boy. Never had touched alcohol, didn't like to go party ( still. ).

There was no struggle, no excitement, no adventure in my life.

Until that very evening...

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"Jun?"

"Yes, mom. " I asked, putting my bag on the table, as I heard my mom, calling me, from kitchen.

"I'm making coffee, do you want some?. "

"Okay. " I replied. Day was tiring, so much assignments for one two days weekend. I was tired, from everything.

I sighed, sitting on my bed, palming my face, caressing my face with moving my hands up and down on my face..

"Here. " I heard my mom from behind me. She was walking towards me. "Are you okay?" She asked me handing the mug of coffee.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just little tired. But, coffee will do good. " I said, trying to smile. She smiled at me, kissing my forehead," Take care of yourself, don't go hard on yourself. " I nodded.

[ My mom's a cop, most of the time, she was out. She always know, if something wrong with me. But, sometimes, I felt alone. But, she always make up for it, spending more time with me, when she could.

I just love her, for that. She always do tried to make me happy and to be a best mother she can. And she always do.]

Her phone rang, interrupting us. She apologized and excused herself, but I nodded and smile, to tell that - it's okay. -

As she left my room, I walked out from my room and walked to the little balcony, I have in my room, and stood there, sipping my coffee.

When I noticed ...

[ The interesting part of my life ... The start ... Okay, I'm leaving. Enjoy. ]

When I noticed, two figures, in a room, just like mine, set in cross road. There was a boy kissing a girl. His hands were against the window, and he was so close to her.

And then ...

His eyes shot up, and connected to mine, he stared at me, roughly kissing the girl, he didn't blink, just stared at me.

I gulped down, as his lips pull away and attacked that girl's jaw, and he didn't break the contact with my eyes, not for a moment.

He was staring at me, like a beast. And like a prey, I was shivering. As he licked her neck, he winked at me.

And mug left from my grip, and met the concrete of the ground. I looked down, panicked and looked back up, he smiled and turned off the light.

I ran to outside, my mom wasn't in the house. She went to work, again, maybe. I picked up the pieces and threw them, into trash bean. And rushed to my room.

Light was turned off, I couldn't see anything.

I sighed, as I felt those eyes again and again, staring deep in my soul, kissing me rough, taking my breath away, licking all over me.

I was breathless, with my imagination, that was beyond than reality. I was feeling it, I was shivering, I was breathless, I was afraid.

I went to bathroom to releasing every bit of it.

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When I came out, I threw myself on mattress ... I was feeling relaxed, but sleepy. Then I heard my mobile rang ..

I picked it up and saw my mother's text.

Mom - hun, I will be late, tonight. Be careful, lock the door, windows and be safe. Love you, Jun. I'm sorry.

I sent a 'I love you too and its okay' before getting up and went down to lock the door and windows. After I did, I headed to kitchen, to grab something to eat. I opened refrigerator to saw some Margarita pasta bowl, there was a note sticking on it, it reads:

'microwave it, before you eat. '

"I know mom. " I mumbled, shaking my head.

When microwave ding that my food is ready. I took the bowl and a spoon, and headed to living room.

I heard a soft thud, when I turned on the TV. But I didn't pay attention to it. 'Eyewitness was playing on Netflix.' When I was chewing my food, I heard footsteps behind me, approaching slowly slowly.

I froze on my spot, spoon on my mouth, struggling to breath, my heartbeat was going crazy, crazy like mad.

I closed my eyes, slowly taking out spoon from my mouth.

I felt my hand heavy, I opened my eyes to see, a boy, the same boy, whom I saw earlier, was eating from my spoon, staring direct at me.

Spoon left from my hand, but it was still in his mouth, he held it, giving last lick and putting back in the bowl.

In whole this scene, he never had broke eye contact with me. Was he a psycho? Or I was looking way too good?

He licked his lips, but didn't make any move, he stood still, staring at me, like I was an amusing or any alien thing.

Did he come to kill me 'cause I saw him earlier doing that? Did I do something wrong? Was he a thief or worst serial killer?

Did my mom arrest him before, so he came to take revenge.? Did he-

"Okay, there's no need to think to much, honey. "

He whispered, leaning in. "This pasta was tasty, but I believe, you are more than that. " he smirked, sitting beside me.

I gulped down. What was he saying?

"A-are-e y-youu-"

"Yes, you saw me earlier. Cross road, neighbor. " he answered, getting what I wanted to ask.

"I-i a-mm S-sorry." I shuttered out, tried not to, but there was an intruder who was talking with me, like an old friend, sitting beside me, what am I supposed to do. I was afraid, okay.

"You should be. I couldn't do it, after seeing your face, seeing you, so cute, so beautiful. " He told every word, looking at me, staring would be perfect to say, touching my eyes, hair, nose, ears ... I was shivering, his hands were cold.

When he reached to my lips, I shifted away, I saw annoyance and anger in his eyes. 'I'm in danger.'

"H-ow did you-"

"Broke in? You forget to close your balcony door. "

My eyes widen in realisation, cursing my idioticy. I really wanted to slap myself, so hard. I had never felt to do it before.

'Now, I was in danger, because of it. '

But, somewhere in my heart, I was feeling excited, I didn't know for what.

"M-my mom-"

"I know your mom is not at home. And you just live with her. I saw her leaving, earlier. "

He answered, smirking evilly. He wasn't letting me finish my sentences, but I was rather relived with it, than irritated, 'cause I didn't trust my speaking ability that time.

He shifted close, staring still.

"You're so addicting, like drug, I just can't look away. " he shifted closer and closer, whispering those seducing words.

He caressed my eyes, breathing like a patient. Breathing softly.

His hands were kissing my face, and all I could do was close my eyes or obeyed, whatever he do, I didn't want any fight or anything. No harm.

I thought to wait and obey, until my mom come back.

I was shivering with his every touch, then I felt his breath on my face. He licked my eyes, my cheeks, my chin, my ears .... I was feeling dizzy, hypnotized. It was feeling like a face massage.

I was breathing heavily.

Then, it happened.

He breathed on my lips, softly caressing them with his, his rough lips. He kissed me, slowly and softly, then changing his ways, his methods.

He kissed me in different ways, letting out a wanting moan or sigh. His hand was caressing my nape, and other one grabbing the couch.

I moaned, feeling his tongue caressing my lips, wanting to enter, I obeyed. His warm, burning tongue caressed my tongue, he tried to bite it with his teeth, but I wasn't letting him. He growled between the kiss.

He grabbed my nape tightly.

I was moaning in his mouth, but I was breathless, I wanted oxygen, but he didn't let me.

His kiss was getting hard and rough, slowly getting down and grabbing my waist with his other hand.

Sending chills to my bones. I choked for air, then he pulled away, I coughed several times to managing myself to even my breathing.

He stole my first kiss. And my breath too. It was my first kiss in I didn't kiss back. It truly was my half-first kiss.

"You're such a pussy. " He growled before getting up and climbing up the stairs, leaving me shocked and broke.

"NO, I'M NOT. " I yelled, anger was boiling in me and he was staring at me, proudly smirking.

"Then why don't you prove it. " He said, winking.

I rushed towards him, pushing him against the wall and kissed him, roughly. He was chuckling in our kiss.

It was my first kiss. Maybe, that's why.

Then he pushed me, grabbing my throat and caressing it with his thumb, and next I know, he connected our lips.

That vibration of his lips sending to my body was exciting and electrifying. I couldn't hold back my excitement as I tried to kiss back, with everything I was feeling. And it was kind of a mess.

He took a sip of my tongue. Oh, god. That was something, I can't explain.

Then he hold my waist and looked at me," Are you virgin?" He asked, looking deep in my eyes, like, exploring something.

And what I discovered was the explosion of lust in his eyes, but I could able to sense concern in them. It was kind of comfortable and trustworthy.

I nodded, hesitantly. I don't wanted to loose him, the moment, the rollercoaster of emotions I was riding on. I wanted that. I wanted all of that.

"Are you really sure?" He asked again. 'The fuck, its annoying' I grabbed his hand and dragged him to my room, took a pen and write down on a paper, before handing him.

'I, Kim Junmyeon, I give you permission to fuck me, like you mean it. I'm so fucking sure about doing this..'

And my sign in the end. He chuckled before nodding and putting it in his pocket.

He pushed me on my bed, and hovered over me, kissing me again, roughly, passionately. Exploring my mouth, like an addict, and making me dizzy with every dose of it.

He caressed my throat with his thumb, roughly and kissed it, sucked it, making my breath hitched and heavy.

I was burning on my desires with the fire he was igniting in me. The vibration of my blood, of my hormones. He was making me go wild, feeding my and his hunger for each other.

Hunger of want, hunger of need, hunger of lust, hunger of love.

I was hungry, and so he was. But, he was wild, and I was needy.

I submitted myself to him. And he was checking every answer of my body, with his ink of his lips, and praising with wet kisses. Making me float on the cloud nine.

Sending me to 7th heaven.

I was a mess of emotions.

"Ah... Ah. " I let out my pleasurable moans, as he breathed his hot breath on my sensitive and hard skin, my nipples.

His fingertips brushed on one and his tongue took care of my other one. Like it was his job, and I will going to pay him.

But , he was paying me for his job and every work he was doing on my body.

I was having mad, mad cravings for his touch on my mad hard fucker, who wanted his attention his caresses, his wetness or maybe everything, he was able to give.

And long wait of pleasures, he gave his attention to it. Freeing it, touching it, caressing it, roughly.

"Ah. .hh..mm" That was crazy. Fucking exciting and wild and thrilling.

He gave wetness of his mouth to my hard crotch. He sucked it. And my body lifted itself on its joyride ... And I felt myself recreating.

He was making my brain go crazy. oh my god! It was a bliss. I wanted more and more.

So he gave me, what was it all about, what for it all started, he gave me that joyride, about that I had bed dreams of, about I was thinking since I saw him.

He made love to me, Yeah I call that making love, not just fucking, because I'll tell you.

I was clutching my sheets, letting out moans of pleasure, he didn't went rough, he wanted me to feel it good.

But I wanted him to go harder on me. He went after a lot of pleads. And I was satisfied as his madman covered with rubber, rubbing my inner skin and hit my prostate. I came on my stomach and on his skin. He came in the fucking rubber, that was covering his madman.

And he kissed me. Last kiss of that unexpected journey of emotions of Kamasutra, of that night.

I gave my everything to him and he cared for it. I lost nothing. I gained something. He was my first time. My first kiss.

"Babe, what are you doing. " My husband asked, entering in our work room, after sleeping and tucking our daughter in her bed.

"Nothing, just daily diary. " I replied. "Come back soon, I'll be waiting. " He kissed my cheek, before walking away to our room.

Now he is my everything.

As I said I gained something. It was him.

My stranger -

My husband: Zhang Yixing.

How we got married? It's a story for another time. ;)

"Jun, love?"

"Coming." I shut off my Laptop, before standing up and walking towards my Stranger.

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