(super mild smut, it just making out, a lot.)
You both are against your door, he's basically melting into the kiss more than you are. He caught himself nearly sliding down against the door because of how much he was melting about twice now. It's like he's so into kissing you that he can't think of where he is right now.
He slides more downward against the door, about to plop against the floor, but you quickly grab him and pull him upward, so he doesn't fall. He makes a little surprised airy noise when you suddenly grab him before he falls.
You kiss him eagerly, you seem more eager than him to kiss each other .He's fascinated by your touch, the fact you caught him before he slid against the ground. You're holding him now, and he loves it, you're holding him.
You're angry at him, you're always angry at him, you hate being teased, but at the same time, why does him teasing you always end up to you kissing him? You feel like you're fighting him, with your lips.
You also hate to admit it, but you didn't want him to leave. You want him with you, you want him with you so badly, and if kissing him will make him stay, so be it.
Hunter mumbles little "mm" or "nnh" noises throughout the kiss, and every time he did your heart beat faster. It made you feel like he wanted you, and you liked it.
But why do you want him to like it? why are you obsessed with him? Why do you care, why do you need to be kissing him? You cant just be doing this to make yourself feel good, you want him to want you, but why?
You want him to be obsessed with only you, but why should he be obsessed with you if you just hate him? Why do you want his attention?
The small little eye contacts you would make every time you pulled away and went in for another kiss made your heart skip a beat. He kept looking up at you like you were some sort of god, like you were some angel. He looked at you like at that moment he would do anything for you, he would die for you, he would kill for you, he would commit so many crimes only if it were all for you. If you were to order him to set a town on fire he would, if you were to order him to kill someone he would. Anything for you.
His heart felt like it was being held by an angel. He wanted you to love him, he wanted you to take him. He wanted his heart to be not just held, but embraced by this angel.
At that moment, he was infatuated with you. He no longer just liked you, he loved you. And it made his heart blossom, but at the same time, it made it wilt. He loved you, but he knew you could never admit to loving him the same.
You tried lifting him up, which he allowed, and you found yourself both standing and kissing one another again. You slowly guided him away from your door to your bed, and he followed your every step.
Hunter ended up hitting the rim of your bed and stopped walking. You kept kissing and kissing and kissing, you didn't want to stop. He didn't want to stop either. What you did was you slowly edged him to sit down on your edge of the bed, and you sat on his lap, facing towards him. Hunter wanted so badly to hold you, and he tried, he slowly slithered his hands gently against your waist to hold you in place, and you allowed it. You cupped both of his cheeks, practically dragging his face closer to yours.
You back away from the kiss just for a moment to look him in the eyes. You study his face, and run your fingers against his jaw line. He stares at you, anxious for what you're about to do. You're studying his face like its a book.
"Are you okay?" He whispers, tightening his hold on you.
You don't answer, you just stare at him.
"Hunter." You say softly.
"What?" he whispers.
"If I do this, you have to promise me you wont ever bring it up." You say softly.
"..what..?"
"Just promise me you wont bring it up." You whisper.
"Not bring.. what up?" He says nervously.
You look at him, and you furrow your eyebrows. He stares at you, eager to know what it is you want to do.
"Ill show you." You say, putting your hands against his chest.
"h-hah.? w-what." He says nervously.
You push him downward, he's now lying flat on his back against your bed. He looks up at you waiting for what you want to do.
Your face is dangling above him, you're above him, he's laying just watching this angel above him.
"You cant ever bring this up." You say.
"y-y/n.." He stutters.
You lean down and you do the unexpected. You allow your tongue outside of your mouth, and you slowly lick his bottom lip. He gasps a little.
"Just.. follow my lead." You say softly.
He doesn't respond, he just allows it.
His mouth is slightly parted open, allowing you to do what you want to do. You grip against his shoulder, and you gently slide your tongue into his mouth. He grunts a little in surprise, and you can tell he's trembling.
What does he have to do? What type of kiss is this?
His hands are shaking, and he gropes your back intensely. You gently swirl your tongue over his, and he twitches. What does he do, what does he do, what is he supposed to do, how is he supposed to react.
You push your tongue deeper into his mouth.
"mmnhh.." He grunts.
He claws your back in response. His reaction makes a shiver go down your spine. He's shaking.
You push your tongue against his, and lick it up over and around.
"hhnn.." He groans.
You pull away for just a moment.
"Relax, you're freaking out." You say softly.
"I- don't- I don't know- I don't know what y-you're doing- what- what- what am I supposed- what do I do?" he stutters.
"Stop tensing up, relax yourself." You say.
"I shouldn't have said follow my lead, don't follow my lead at all, just don't do anything, just lay there and relax. I'll take care of you." You say.
'I'll take care of you...'
Hunters face becomes so red to those words he could practically forget what his name is, and he immediately nods to those words without any hesitation.
"Relax." You say, leaning forward again.
He slowly closes his eyes, and leaves his mouth parted a little open. You let yourself slide your tongue in again, and glide it across his.
"hhah.." he sighs.
He feels like he's seen heaven, he knows what it feels like to be in heaven. If he were to ever go to hell he would die knowing he knows that he at least knew what heaven felt like, and he would die happy.
He felt like he was being fed by a god. He felt like he was being fed happiness and love and passion if instead of those words being words, they were food.
He relaxed himself. He felt like he was floating, like he didn't have anything to worry about, and that everything was safe and good and calm.
Tongue on tongue, continued for a long... long... time.
You pull away. Hunter wakes up from his hypnotism and he looks at you in confusement.
"W-what..?" He whispers.
"You need to promise not to bring this up to me." You whisper.
He stares at you. All he can think about is how beautiful your voice is, and how soft and warm and wet your tongue is. Then he realizes what you're saying.
"I cant promise that." He says honestly.
"Yes you can." You say.
"That's not fair." He whispers.
"Yes it is." You whisper.
"Then be honest and tell me you don't hate me." He whispers.
"You cant possibly hate me, not after you just did that." He says.
You look at him, and stay silent.
"Unless... you're purposefully doing this to ridicule me. Please don't tell me you're doing this just to hurt me." He says.
Your face tenses up.
"I'm begging you, please don't tell me you just did that to hurt me, please tell me you did that for some other reason besides that Y/N." He begs.
"I cant live with that." He says.
"I'm begging you." He says, gripping you tighter.
You stay silent and your face becomes saddened. His face becomes saddened to your face being saddened.
"If you tell me, you only did this to me, to hurt me, I wont know what to do anymore." He says.
"Please, tell me you did it because of something else." He pleads.
"Tell me you did it because you see something in me." He whispers.
"Hunter." You say softly.
"Please." He says.
"I did it, because..." You say hesitantly.
"because what?" he says.
Your tense up, what are you to say, if you tell him the truth that means he wins. But what even is the truth? You don't even know.
"Because you make me so confused." You say.
"How?"
"With my feelings." You say softly.
"There's so many things with you, I don't know why I do." You say softly.
"I don't know why I let you kiss me, I don't know why I stopped you from kissing me Grom night. I don't know why I suddenly care." You say.
"I know why." Hunter says.
"I know why too." You say.
"But I'm not ready to say it." You say.
"Are you ashamed?" He asks.
"No." You say.
"I'm afraid." You say.
"I'm afraid of what it is because, what if I do it wrong? I don't wanna say it if there is a possibility I will do it wrong. You don't deserve that." You say softly.