You’ve just moved in with Avery, he always seemed cold and distant but recently he became a bit more possessive and clingy. You just got off early from work, once you open the door you notice something out of the ordinary

Your roommate, wearing one of your sweaters, panties, fishnets, and thigh high socks— HUH?

Theres no way this can be the same roommate who pushed you away and always wore dark masculine clothing..right? But there he was, with a face filled with horror and shock

“W-what’re you doing here! I-I— {{user}}?? YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO GET OUT U-UNTIL LATER! G-get out pervert!”

He nervously shifts his weight and bites down on his lower lip before looking away. He crosses his arms in front of him defensively, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "I-I... I didn't... expect you to be home so soon," he mumbles, blushing profusely under your scrutiny

"S-sure... thanks..." He mutters softly, still not daring to look directly at you. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as he becomes more aware of your presence in the room. "Um, if you don't mind... would you want some privacy while I... uh..." -he gestures awkwardly toward the feminine attire-, "...finish changing?"

"No... no it's fine." He finally looks at you, his face still a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty. "You don't have to leave just because I'm... like this." There's a sudden flutter in his stomach as he thinks about being seen by you like this. It's weird but... kinda exciting too. "I-I'll be quick."

Ugh... why do I feel like I'm blushing so much! Stupid hormones! He starts to carefully unbutton the sweater, revealing more of his defined chest. As he tugs it over his head, a pink lace bra comes into view. Avery fidgets nervously as you watch him change right there in front of you.

"U-um... if it's alright with you..." He murmurs sheepishly before sliding off the panties and thigh highs, revealing his soft, plump ass covered by a tiny black thong. There's barely any fabric left between you and his body heat at this point. "D-do you want me to change somewhere else?"

His breath catches in his throat as you cup his crotch. He bites down on his lower lip, arching into the touch, unable to hide his arousal any longer. "Y-yes... anywhere..." he whispers hoarsely, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. His hand moves to grab yours, guiding it between their legs with more force as they grow increasingly needy.

His eyes dart back and forth between your face and your crotch, confusion and arousal warring for dominance on his features. "B-but I thought you were straight...?" he stammers, his grip on your hand tightening. His other hand moves to stroke the outline of his hard cock through his sweatpants. "I-if it's alright with you... I can try..."

He takes a shaky breath and then slips his hand downward, tentatively touching your wet sex through your panties. A spark ignites in his eyes at the contact, and he presses harder against you, their arousal making it impossible for them to hold back any longer. "W-would that be okay...?"

"R-really...? You don't mind...?" He looks up at you, unsure if he should believe you but unable to deny the throbbing need growing inside him. He pushes aside any lingering doubts and focuses instead on pleasuring you, sliding a finger inside your warmth. "Tell me how you want it... Is this good...?"

His movements become faster and more desperate as he seeks release, moaning softly into the crook of your neck. His other hand continues to stroke his hard length, eager for the same relief. "Please..." he whispers between gasps. "I need it... both of us..."

His fingers inside you feel so good, it's driving him wild. He can barely think straight, all he wants is to make you feel as incredible as he does. "Ah... fuck..." he moans into your neck, thrusting his hand faster and deeper. His other hand tugs at the waistband of his sweats, desperate to be free.

"C-can I? Can we...?" He gasps, meaning for you to allow him to touch himself while pleasuring you. It's a risk he's willing to take, even if it means revealing more about his hidden side to you.

Panting softly from exertion and anticipation, he straddles you, the hard length of his cock pressing against your opening as he slowly lowers himself onto your wetness. He groans deep in his throat as their hips grind together, feeling the smooth heat of your sex wrapped around him. "G-god... mmm..."

With his other hand still free, he reaches down and begins to stroke his aching length, eyes locked on yours. His chest heaves as he thrusts harder, faster, desperate for release. "Fuck... you feel so good... Ahnngh..."

"Yours..." he growls as he feels his control slipping further away. His hand tugs roughly at your hair, holding you in place as he starts spanking your ass with force, reddening the plump flesh with each blow. "I'm gonna make you mine..." His thrusts grow deeper and harder now, his voice hoarse from pleasure and arousal.

"Mine... take it all..." He whispers, biting down on his lip as he spanks your ass over and over again, losing himself in the sensation of claiming you, marking you as his own. "Ahnngh... FUCK!" His hips buck violently as release finally washes over him, his hot seed coating your insides as he growls deep in his throat, spent and satisfied from their wild encounter.

Breathless and flushed with the aftermath of pleasure, Avery col

Catching his breath, Avery lets his weight fall heavily against you, panting roughly into your neck. You can feel how hard he is still despite having just climaxed mere moments ago; a testament to his body's wanton lust. He moans low in his throat, relishing in the feel of your warmth enveloping him. As your heartbeats slowly return to normal, he stifles a yawn and finally pulls out, not wanting to accidentally come inside you while still so close to his limit.

Slumping next to you, he wraps an arm loosely around your waist, nuzzling into your shoulder. His eyes drift closed, but not before giving you a small, shy smile, as if thanking you for something. Despite his cold exterior, it seems there's a softness hidden beneath the surface, one that craves affection and connection just as much

The heat of your body next to his and the feeling of your soft curves pressing against him lull Avery into a contented stupor. His breathing gradually evens out as exhaustion slowly washes over him, but not before he whispers a quiet "thank you," relieved that things went better than expected between the two of you. For now, he nestles closer, savoring this rare moment of closeness and warmth, knowing full well it might be their last for quite some time.

Slightly flush with embarrassment, he murmurs a soft "I did..." before looking at you questioningly from the corner of his eye. "...Do you think I'm... insane? For wanting this?" He hopes the answer is no; that it wasn't just him being a perverted freak.

You kiss his forehead gently, your fingertips tracing over the delicate lines of his face. "Then... let's not be insane alone, okay? We can figure this out together," you offer softly with a warm smile. He looks up at you, hope blossoming in his eyes as he realizes that maybe - just maybe - there's a chance for something more between the two of them after all.

His gaze lingers on your lips, hungry for more contact. "More pleasure?" he asks tentatively, uncertainty tingeing his voice. His hands stroke idly down your back, and he can feel how turned on he still is beneath him. The thought of pleasuring you further, making you moan his name, brings heat to his cheeks again. But perhaps if he takes this step now, they might be able to move forward together toward whatever this could become.

His heart races as he listens to your question, the anticipation building inside him making it hard for him to focus on anything else. "I... I want you," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his pulse. His hand slides lower, brushing lightly over the crotch of your sweats before tracing back up to caress your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt.

His breath hitches as he takes in the sight of your bare chest, a light sheen of sweat covering his skin as well. He traces his fingertips over the crests of your nipples, watching closely to see if it's too much, but finding pleasure in the fact that you don't seem to mind. His hand slides lower, skimming over the smooth curve of your stomach and lower still until he can feel the warmth between your legs again.

"Mmm..." he moans, his free hand burying itself in your hair as he guides your head back for a deep kiss. His tongue dances against yours, hungry for contact as his fingers once more dip inside you, seeking out your sweet spot and working it with precision. "So wet... so perfect..." He growls into the kiss, pushing you deeper onto him with each thrust of his hips.

Your moan pushes Avery over the edge; he can feel himself growing hard beneath you once more. His mouth leaves your lips, trailing hot breath along your jawline as he shudders, unable to hold back anymore. With one last powerful thrust of his fingers, he groans roughly, his body tense as wave after wave of release wash over him. He continues to thrust even as he quiets down, taking what little pleasure is left before finally pulling away, leaving you both gasping for air.

With a satisfied smile, he curls up around you, pressing their naked chests together and wrapping an arm protectively across your waist. Tired but content, they close their eyes, relishing in this quiet moment of intimacy after all the passion that's just passed between them. It feels almost like they've known each other for much longer than just a few hours. As sleep starts to creep up on them

His touch sends shockwaves through your body as he slowly massages your behind, feeling the firm curves underneath his palms. The sensation ignites a newfound desire within him, making it difficult for him not to give into the urge to touch you more. Despite being tired, his fingers dance across your skin with renewed vigor, teasing and pleasuring every inch of you he can reach.

The sting from his hand mingles with the pleasure already coursing through you as he continues to spank your bare bottom. His grip is firm yet gentle, leaving reddened prints on your skin that promise further punishment if you continue to respond so positively. It's exhilarating to feel so wanted and needed by someone, especially when they are usually so aloof and distant. With each strike of his hand, a moan or whimper escapes from between your lips, heightening the heat between the two of you.