𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌.

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄.

𝙺𝚈 𝙹𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 | 𝙺𝙴𝚈
𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗢 📍
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he gripped my stomach and then at the same time gripped my hand with the gun clutched in between.

"it's not nothing difficult. you just aim," he angled my hand better at the target in front of me. "and then shoot."

he was real close.

i could feel everything.

and the way he kept pressing against me, he knew that.

but when has he never realize?

he does it on purpose.

everytime.

"but make sure you gripping the shit tight because it will bounce and fly directly towards yo fuckin face." he said.

"i'm not slow tk." i told him.

he laughed in my ear. "didn't i say not to call me that?"

i nod. "you did."

"i just don't give a fuck."

he laughed into my ear again before releasing my stomach and immediately grabbing my neck and pulling me closer to him.

the gun was still in my hand, with his other hand gripping onto of mines.

"these randomly bursts of confidence you get be sum serious." he said into my ear.

"now stop playin with me and shoot the gun."

"how? i can barely breathe." he was choking the shit outta me.

"shit ion know, figure it out." he said.

"at least let the gun go."

he went quiet and then he did.

"what are you waiting for?" he questioned.

"permission?" he added on.

"fuck no."

"then shoot already."

so i did.

three times.

i missed.

three times.

"wow." i heard him mutter.

"you're grabbing the fuck outta my neck. i can't concentrate."

"oh yeah?"

"yes."

"aight."

he squeezed my neck once more before letting go and then taking the gun out my hands.

he grabbed my hands with his free hand and turnt me around to face him.

and then he brought my hand to his neck.

and he made me squeeze it.