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“God it’s that loud ass motorcycle guy again.” You complain. “Why does he always have to come here!”

Your coworker laughs. “We have the best gas prices in town dude, everyone who’s smart comes here.”

“I guess. He’s as worse as the guys with the loud ass Benz.”

“Oh! Nobody’s worse than that guy.”

“True and-.” Your interrupted by the entrance bell chiming. You look to your left and your heart stops, holy shit, it’s the loud ass motorcycle guy. When he comes in fully, he takes off his helmet and your heart stops once again and your jaw goes completely slack. Of course he has to be the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.

You see he has his motorcycle parked near the entrance and you really look at it this time, it’s cool, although, you don’t know much about motorcycles to care. You're in the midst of observing when he comes up to your register, putting down a red bull and a bag of chips.

“You like red bull?” You ask, honestly just wanting to start up a conversation with the now renamed hot guy with a motorcycle.

“Yeah, how about you?”

“Sometimes. I only like the frou frou ones though, like the pink one.” You ramble as you scan his things in.

“Mm. The wild berry one, my friend drinks that.”

“Mhm, if I have to have one I drink that one. The dark pink one tastes like throw up.” You pause. “Not that I know what that tastes like.”

He laughs. “It’s not my personal favorite either. I just like the plain kind.”

“Cool. Your totals eight fifty six.”

He smiles. “Back to business.”

“Always.”

He pulls out his card and it’s a black card. You slyly look back at your screen, pretending you didn’t see it and internally freak out. So he’s hot, and he’s rich, total package. Except for maybe that loud ass motorcycle. He grabs his stuff and heads out the door and starts up said motorcycle, and rides away.

“He was giving you a sexy stare girl.” Your coworker chirps behind you

“What?”

“He was being all sultry and shit.”

“No he wasn’t. You’re being a dumbass.” You quip back.

Your coworker rolls her eyes and walks towards the shelves, leaving you to man the register. You lean forward, resting your chin on the palm of your hand and thinking about hot guy with a motorcycle for the rest of your shift.

-

Over the two months, he comes in a handful of times. Nothing too different about any of the interactions, usually talk about the mundane stuff. You learn his name is Yufan, but that’s the only notable interaction.

“Hey.” He says as he drops his stuff off on the counter.

“Hi. Find everything all right?” You ask as you scan his stuff into the machine.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Hey, um, what time do you get off of work?”

You tilt your head. “Five, why?”

“If you wanted, maybe I could pick you up and we could go on a date?” He asks anxiously.

“Sure! I smell like a gas station though… Is that okay?”

“Don’t mind darling.” He pays and walks out the door, leaving you baffled.

Shit, you have a date at 5! Your hairs all frizzy from the summer heat, you’ve probably reapplied deodorant like 4 times today. Your outfits wrinkled. You have eye bags that could hold ten pound groceries. You’re so screwed.

Your shift goes by slower after that, every 30 minutes you’re checking the clock, getting irritated, checking the clock again, getting irritated again. By the time it is 5, you almost miss it until your coworker comes strolling in at 4:58.

You don’t care for him much, so you give him the rundown on what your boss told you to tell the night shift people and hightail it out of there. And just as your leaving the store an unrecognizable car comes and pulls up next to you. The passenger window rolls down, and it’s hot guy with a motorcycle.

“Hop in. ‘S kinda cold, figured you wouldn’t wanna be on a motorcycle tonight.”

You say a quick yeah and get in the car, in shock at how expensive it looks in there.

“Jesus. I didn’t even know they made cars this fancy.” You gawk.

“Had to pull her out for you. She doesn’t get shown off very much.” He informs you and you roll your eyes. “Uh huh, sure you’ve used that one before.”

He chuckles. “No actually. The only girl that’s ever been in this car is you, first person besides me actually.”

You hum, looking out the window as you listen to his faint music playing on the radio. You turn your head and look at Yufan, really look at him. His side profile is a work of art, something you’ve really never seen before. He’s driving with one hand and you truly do feel like a female bird. And listen, you’re not one to put out on a first date but if he asked so kindly you might just-.

“You okay?” He asks, holding back a laugh.

“Oh yeah, sorry, I stare sometimes.”

“Like something ya see?” He teases.

You snort. “Eh, you’re not too bad on the eyes I guess.”

“Couldn’t say that about you. Prettiest girl in town.”

“Well you’re the only one that thinks that.”

“You don’t think it?” He questions you.

“I mean, look at me. I’m average I guess. Not ugly, I don’t think that, just, average. I never thought someone as cool as you would think I’m pretty. So, points for me?”

“When I entered the gas station I only really went in to go to the restroom, and then I saw you. So, I bought a drink and chips instead just so I could talk to you, and you were so sweet and your smile is so pretty and I thought, damn I’m in trouble.” He admits as he turns onto another street.

“You know what I used to call you before I saw your face?”

“Hm?”

“Loud ass motorcycle guy.”

He bursts out laughing which ends up making you laugh too. “Loud ass motorcycle guy, huh. Take it you don’t like motorcycles?”

“I think they’re cool but I’ve never had an urge to buy one and ride it. I don’t even have a car. And um, where are you taking us?” You pivot suddenly.

“To see the stars.” He answers simply.

You remember telling him you like stars. Thought that one day you’d like to make your own constellation. He laughed at that, said that’d be cool and that was it. You didn’t think he’d remember that.

But here he is, pulling into an open field where stars crowd the sky. You both get out and you look in awe at the sky, absolutely mesmerized.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” You nod your head in agreement and continue looking at the stars, mentally noting all the constellations you see.

“See right there.” You point, tracing the stars with your finger. “That’s the big dipper.”

“Good that you know these, I was never good at identifying this stuff.”

“Where’d you even find this place?” You ask, curiosity peaking.

“My friends and I used to have parties out here. And when it was just us five, we’d lay on the ground and drunkenly look at the stars trying to figure out what was what. I miss them.”

“What happened to them?”

“Everyone moved away, they’re on to bigger and better things. Seems I couldn’t let this place go, never knew why until now.” He says, looking at you.

You smile. “Pfft, I’m only a girl.”

“A really sweet and funny girl. One that knocked me off my feet. That’s notable to me.”

“You’re too sweet. Get like this with the wrong girl and she’ll take advantage of it.” You absentmindedly say, not thinking about it.

“I don’t think there will be another girl, I don’t open my heart much.”

“So you see me, and there’s something that tells you I’m worth opening your heart for?” You question.

He stands still for a second, thinking.

“Something about you feels so easy to me. So familiar. My dad always explained that to me when he first saw my mom, and I wondered if I’d ever feel that. And out of all places, I felt it at a gas station with a girl who called me loud ass motorcycle guy.”

You giggle. “I see what you’re saying though, I feel the same way. I don’t know, guys never really cared for me before you, so I’m new to this, clearly.”

“So let me make you mine then.”

You turn your head towards him and he’s looking at you as if you’re the only thing in the world. “Yufan, you can’t just say things like that.”

“Like what? That I want you to be my girlfriend? Because I would, for the rest of my life, regret it if I let you get away. So I’m asking, will you be my girlfriend?”

“You won’t like me-.”

“I’m not asking that. I’m asking if you’d be my girlfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay.” You laugh. “I’ll be your girlfriend. But if you hate me later, don't say I didn’t tell you so.”

“I’ll take the good and the bad darling.”

-

Two more months have passed since then. Yufan regularly takes you and pick you up from work because he doesn’t like you taking the bus. Never complains and never takes your gas money for him. Just wants a simple kiss in payment to which you happily oblige. You guys haven’t had sex yet, and his birthday is tomorrow and you have a grand plan for that.

He wants his birthday to be lowkey. He doesn’t want a big party or lots of decorations, but you still want to make it special. You bought him gifts and you feel a little crazy for going this all out for a man you started dating two months ago but you really can’t help it. He’s so sweet.

It’s twelve in the morning when you’re knocking on his door of his apartment. You know he’s still awake because you guys were having a casual conversation five minutes ago. He opens the door and you practically attack him with a hug, saying happy birthday over and over again as he shushes you with his lips. You pull him in with your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. He puts his big hands on your waist and you melt into his touch.

You pull away, panting and he’s chasing your lips and kissing you again as fast as you pulled away. “Hey!” You say muffled. “I want to give you your gifts.”

“You are my gift.” He responds as he squeezes your hips.

“Yeah well this gift comes with surprises.” You shoot back as you grab his gifts out of the hallway, piling them into his entry way.

Your boyfriend's apartment was nothing short of luxurious. He truly went all out and you understood why, and wow would you love to live in a place like this. Not yet though, although, half your stuff is already here…

“You didn’t have to go all out..” He says as he smiles.

“Baby, it’s only two gifts.”

“Well I appreciate it.”

You guys go to his living room and plop down and you watch him as he opens his gifts. One is a new helmet that was truthfully a pretty penny and it’s all worth it seeing his reaction. He kisses you, tells you that he loves it, puts it on the shelf with his other helmets.

When he opens the second one, he awes at it. It’s a snow globe, even though you guys met in the dead of summer, of two people looking up at a glowing star.

“Thought of us.” You say barely above a whisper.

“It’s perfect.”

After a few moments you clasp your hands together. “Okay, one more!”

“You have another one?”

“Yes, I’ll be right back.” You call out as you shut his bedroom door, stripping your clothes off once the doors shut. You stand in the mirror observing your new lingerie, hoping he’s going to like it.

“Okay.” You peek your head out of the door. “You ready.”

“Mhm.”

You come out and shut the door behind you. “Ta da!”

He falls back, putting his hands over his face. He quickly recollects himself and gets up, coming over to you in a few quick steps.

He puts his hand on the small of your back, diving down to your neck. He sucks at the sensitive skin and you moan softly at the sensation.

“Been thinking of this.” He says between kisses. “Didn’t wanna rush you, wanted it to be perfect.”

He rises from your neck, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “You make it perfect, everything you do and touch.”

“You’re so perfect for me darling.”

His simple words have you worked up so you grab his hand and lead him back to the couch, pushing him down onto it once you get there. He quickly strips off his shirt and discards his pants and you climb on top of him, straddling his waist and grinding yourself on him.

“Fuck, keep doing that.”

So you do, but you quickly want more.

“Can I ride you?”

“Do whatever you want.” He says, looking at you through his lashes.

You get off of him and strip him off his boxers, his cock immediately springing out, hitting his stomach. Now, you knew he was big, but you didn’t think he’d be this big.

You nervously take off your panties and he intently watches you, and once you’re done, he whines.

“Pretty girl, come straddle me.” You do as your told and climb back on top of him. He pulls you so that you’re laying on top of him and teases those pretty long fingers around your sopping wet mess of your cunt that begs for those fingers to stuff you full.

He inserts one digit, slowly pumping it in and out of you, he adds a second one, doing the same thing. His fingers are soaking wet by the time he’s fully up to the knuckle. He curls them a bit, finding the spot in your walls that makes you whimper in his ear. “Feel so perfect on my fingers, gonna feel so good on my cock.” He says as he works his fingers some more.

Once he feels your relaxed enough he pulls his fingers out and kisses you again. “Whenever you’re ready.” You shakily sit up and gently grab his dick with your hand, teasing it between your wet folds. He makes a satisfied sound in response and you take it as the go ahead to bring his tip to your entrance.

You sink down, wincing at the pain and he’s only tip deep inside you. “Hey, take it slow.” He coos. “I’m in no rush darling.”

You nod and continue to slowly sink down and he groans when you take all of him, your ass meeting his thighs. His hands find the sides of your hips, rubbing slow circles, soothing you as you take him all in. You start to fuck yourself on his cock and the man underneath you is in heaven. His darling going up and down on him on his birthday? What more could he want?

You moan and pant as you bounce yourself faster on his cock, near the edge already.

“You wanna cum on me? C'mon pretty girl, give it to me.”

You cry out as you release all over him, your walls pulsating on his member just right. You fall on top of him again, and he rubs your back. “Is it okay if I keep going? You tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Mhm, I promise.”

He flips you over softly and kisses your pouty lips. He grabs your hips once again and starts fucking himself into you. Although, this didn’t feel animalish. This felt like making love, felt like something more than just sex.

“Mm, gonna cum so deep. You’d like that?” A soft yeah comes from your lips and he kisses you again, pounding into you. “So pretty beneath me.” He throws your leg over his shoulder, drilling in deeper, making you clench around him harder.

He guides his hand in between your sweaty bodies and begins making slow circles around your clit. You arch off the couch moaning his name, sounding like a prayer off your lips.

“One more, give me one more darling.” You curse loud enough to shake the apartment as your climax rips through you again. Yufan’s pace starts getting desperate, his hips finally stilling as he empties himself inside of you.

He falls over to the side of the couch, being careful not to crush you. “Be right back.” He says as he carefully pulls out and heads towards the bathroom. He comes out with a clean warm towel and wipes you up so gently you almost start crying, so thankful your first time is with him.

He throws the towel somewhere in the room and cuddles up next to you again, kissing your shoulder blade as he settles down. You both drift off at some point and you couldn’t be happier in another’s arms than you are right now.

-

It’s January and you both just celebrated new years together and everything was going perfectly until then.

So as you sit on his couch in his apartment, you wait. He comes through the door, unassuming of your motives tonight.

“You’ve been distant.” You say simply.

He looks at you, confusion etched on his brows. “Hm?”

“Distant, you haven’t been yourself recently.”

“I’m myself, maybe a little tired, but I’d like to think I’m fine, that we’re fine.”

You sigh. “Right, because fine means barely talking to me when you’re home and just going to bed. That seems normal.”

“I’m tired darling, you’re trying to make this more than it is.” He weakly fights back.

“You’re always tired. What the hell are you doing at work that you do differently than two months ago? We were fine then.”

“It’s just the workload has gotten worse-.” He starts but you scoff, cutting him off. “Well you won’t tell me that! You just come home and sleep. You don’t even try to talk to me!” You argue, cutting him off. “You know what, I’m going home tonight.”

“What? Please don’t go, please.” He begs as you walk past him and grab your coat and purse.

“We don’t even cuddle anymore Yufan, you’ll be fine.” You say finally and slam the door behind you.

-

It’s been two days since you last talked to your boyfriend and you’ve been crying non stop. You know you’re the one who left first but you wanted him to chase after you, tell you everything’s all right and that he’d change. Too bad this isn’t a fairy tale.

You still work at the gas station on the weekends and it is currently Saturday, meaning you have another day of this and you can finally sulk in your bed.

You’re checking someone’s stuff out when you hear a loud engine pull into the gas station’s parking lot and you look over and see it’s Yufan. You look back down, proceeding to scan this person's stuff and ignore the familiar figure that enters your peripheral vision. He goes back to the back of the store and you hear the fridge open and close and footsteps walk up to your line. The person you’re waiting on pays and your boyfriend walks up.

“Find everything okay?” You ask on autopilot.

“Mhm. This one’s for you, pretty girl.” And he points at the pink redbull on the counter.

You can’t help but tear up, feeling so emotional after thinking he hated you, and here he is buying you a drink. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, I’ll be back at 5.” He mentions as he pays and swiftly walks out the door, leaving you shocked as ever.

After your shift ends, you see his car pull up and you get in. He pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road in silence. After a minute though, he speaks up. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t answer right away, you want to hear what he’s going to tell you.

“I’m just going through a lot right now… Mentally. It’s not good for me right now but I’m trying. And I’m sorry I pushed you away during it, I just couldn’t do it.” He admits.

“No baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have walked out like that. I just felt so mad-.”

“I understand, I would’ve felt the same way. But I realized over the last two days that we work through everything together, and that I’m not alone anymore during this.”

“You aren’t, I’m always right here, and I always will be.” You say as you hold his hand.

He brings the back of your hand up to his lips and kisses it. “I really love you my darling.”

You laugh, smiling from ear to ear. “I really love you too.”

You guys drive back to his apartment and once you get there he lays you down, kisses you everywhere, and fucks you till you feel dizzy. He will never let you get away from him again, from now on he’s going to love you to the fullest.

He loves you more than his heart can take and he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you, always.