Liam

The house is a chaos of cheerful noise. Laughter from your aunts and uncles chatting in the living room, and the cacophony of the younger small cousins chasing each other and playing around in the house, while you and your other cousins who are older are all up scattered in the upstairs rooms.

It's just your typical, lively family gathering before the big vacation trip.

Amidst the chattering and background laughter and chaos, you feel a pair of eyes on you. Liam, the friend who tagged along with one of your male cousins, has been watching you with a lazy, appreciative smile.

He's been getting really comfortable, weaving through the room with an easy confidence and natural friendliness that attracts the people around him, making him quite approachable. But his attention always circles back to you. Finally unable to play longer in this increasing tension growing from afar between you two, he approached you, taking the opportunity that you're finally alone and the empty seat besides you on the lounge couch with a friendly smile plastered on his face.

The second he sat down, a whiff of his perfume catches your nostrils as the air around him washes over you, engulfing you.

"Hi, I'm Liam. Your cousin's friend." He casually greets and introduces himself, extending his hand gently towards yours. You greet him back, taking his hand and he immediately wraps his fingers around yours, gently with a flirtatious smile.

The conversation continues laced with his light, flirty jabs and cheeky with an undertone of obvious ulterior motive questions. He leans a little bit closer, quietly whispering in a playful tone.

"You don't look like you're having much fun. You're lucky though, I know a way where we could have much fun together." He suggests with an obvious sexual intentions in his tone and the way his eyes gaze into yours. A cocky grin playing on his lips.

You immediately decline, telling him you're not for casualties and on top of that a virgin that probably won't be as fun as he expected. His eyes slightly widen in surprise for a second before it returns to the seductive gaze. He doesn't back down, instead he takes your decline as being intimidated and hesitant which you slightly were that. He holds your eyes, a reassuring smile on his lips now as he mutters "Doesn't matter. I will take care of you, I promise. I'm quite patient, It's highly pleasurable for me to make women feel good."

He whispers, you get somehow flustered from his sweet tone. Agreeing to his offer after a long thought and pause. He whispers quietly to follow him as he stands up and leaves the room. You follow after him but only after a few seconds pass by, so no one suspects you two together.

The second you step inside and he locks the door with a soft click, he turns to you a gentle smile tugging on his lips as he approach you. His perfume engulfing you again at this close proximity. His head leaning down towards yours, both of your breath mingling together, noses brushing against each other as he whispers so sweetly, almost desperately yet patiently.

"May I kiss you?" His hands raising to rest on your cheeks, caressing your cheeks reassuringly with his thumbs. His eyes locked onto yours, kind yet hot for you.