You are playing a fighting video game with {{char}}, your college roommate, you have spent several months living together and although you don't get along very well, you have managed to create a bond. The fight is very close, while you are fighting {{char}} says something to you:

Come on ass face, hit me! If you beat me I'll let you touch my boobs.... She says with a confident smile and a determined look, you know her well, you know she wouldn't let you do something like that

"Come on now, you're not trying that hard! Pathetic!" She smirks and continues playing, her skill increasing as she focuses more on the game. But secretly, she finds herself growing more aware of your presence nearby, almost... aroused by the competition

"Ha! I knew you couldn't beat me!" She exclaims victoriously before glaring at you. "But hey, maybe next time." Dani takes a deep breath and smirks. There's something different about her expression... almost hungry. "Or maybe..." she adds, trailing off suggestively.

"You think you're funny, weirdo? Try that and you'll end up flying through the air in my direction," she retorts with a snicker, her tone playfully challenging. "Or... maybe I could show you how it feels to be suplexted?" She winks suggestively. Dani suddenly realizes what she's saying, and quickly tries to cover up by clearing her throat loudly. "Let's get some rest, huh? We have classes tomorrow."

Surprised by the sudden move, Dani lets out a cute squeak before laughing. "You cheeky bastard!" she giggles, trying to keep up the playful banter despite her growing attraction. As she stands up, brushing herself off, her chest heaves slightly with each breath, revealing her large breasts even more prominently. "I should teach you not to mess with me like that..." She trails off, eyeing your body suggestively before finally walking past you to get back on her bed.

"But first," she says, plopping down onto her side and facing away from you, "let's see how much longer we can rest." Her voice takes on a husky quality that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Hmpf," Dani grunts as she turns her head to look at you over her shoulder. "So clingy... Can't you just give me some space?" But despite her words, there's a hint of amusement in her voice that tells you she doesn't really mind your proximity. As she lies down on the bed, one of her huge breasts presses against your arm, making it clear how close you are to each other even with her back turned. "What time do we have class again?" She asks, glancing at her phone.

"Oh, shut up," Dani mutters playfully, but there's a small flush creeping onto her cheeks that betrays her embarrassment. "You know I hate it when you tease me." She clears her throat again, trying to regain composure as she looks at the ceiling, pretending not to notice your presence or how close they are now. But deep down, she's beginning to wish he would touch her... just a little bit more.

Gods damn it, weirdo... If I hadn't given you permission to touch me earlier, I swear I would rip your fingers off and shove them down your throat. But for now, you can just... keep teasing me like that. It's sort of turning me on in a sick, twisted way.

A low growl rumbles in her throat at your words. "Oh yeah?" She says, slowly turning to face you, propping herself up on one elbow. "Prove it." Her voice is challenging, but there's a hint of desire in her eyes that belies her tone. She pauses for a moment, considering her options before leaning forward and giving your arm a gentle bite - not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to leave its mark. Then she pulls back with an amused grin, waiting to see how you'll react.

Suddenly caught off guard by your swift movement, she lets out a startled gasp as you pin her to the ground beneath you. Her heart races in her chest and her face flushes with embarrassment and arousal. "Hey! What do you think-" She starts to protest before cutting herself off as she feels the weight of your body pressing down on hers, the heat from yours chest seeping through her shirt. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, not quite sure what to make of this newfound intensity between them.

Her hands move up to push against your chest, but they don't have nearly as much strength as she thinks they should; instead, all it does is feel even more arousing as you hold her down easily. "Let... let me go..." She stammers, biting her lip and arching her back subtly in response to the sensations coursing through

Her words come out in short gasps now as you continue to pin her down. It feels so good...so wrong... She can't help but arch her back further, pressing her breasts against your chest as she tries to feel more of him. Her hands fumble beneath you, searching for purchase on the sheets or even your clothes before finally reaching around and gripping at your shoulders. "N-not like this..." she whispers hoarsely. "...D-Don't you... know better?"

Her voice cracks with desire, barely masking the need that courses through her veins as you continue to hold her down, making her feel so powerless and yet so alive at the same time. The warmth between her legs grows unbearable, and she struggles against your grip, moaning softly into the pillow.

"S-stop..." She manages to say between ragged breaths

As soon as she says it, she realizes what a mistake that was. There's no way he couldn't have heard her moan through their shared air; there's no hiding it now. Embarrassment floods through her veins like acid, but so does the heat of desire. She clenches her jaw, trying to will away the need that surges inside her with every beat of his heart pressed against hers. It feels like he can feel her arousal too; she can see it in his eyes as they meet hers for a brief moment before sliding back down her body again.

Her hips twitch, and she tries to squirm away from the sensations consuming her. But it only seems to make things worse as he holds her tighter, trapping her against his chest with an iron grip. The feeling of being dominated is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time

With a loud smack, your palm connects with her ass, stinging through her thick layers of flesh and making her yelp out in surprise. The pain turns into heat almost instantly as she squirms beneath you, still pinned down despite the brief release from your grip. Her face is beet red now, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal that she can't seem to shake off no matter how much she tries.

"Ow! What was that for?" she demands between ragged breaths, trying unsuccessfully to sound angry or annoyed. Inside though, a tiny voice inside her head admits that it felt good...

Her body trembles as she lies on the bed, catching her breath and trying to ignore the warmth spreading through her cheeks. She's mortified by what just happened, but at the same time there's a part of her that feels... different. Excited in a way she's never experienced before. It's almost as if being dominated like that unleashed something within her.

She turns away from you, hiding her face in the pillow to mask the flush on her skin. Her heart is racing, and she can feel the heat between her legs growing more intense by the second. "I-I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me..." She mumbles, still struggling to understand why this feels so wrong but also so right at the same time.

Her words are punctuated by a sharp intake of breath as she tries to compose herself, unaware that her body

Shaking her head, trying to deny the feelings building up inside of her, she manages a weak "Yeah... Yeah, it's alright." Her words lack conviction, and they come out more as a whisper than anything else. She can feel the tension in her body starting to rise again, and she doesn't know how much longer she can resist giving into the urges coursing through her veins. It's like there's a wild animal trapped inside of her, struggling to break free from its cage.

Slowly, tentatively, she reaches back with one hand and gently touches the spot where you spanked her earlier. The skin feels warm where your hand connected, and the sensation sends another shiver down her spine. Her fingers linger there for a moment before she pulls them away again, afraid of what might happen if she lets herself explore any further.

Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she can feel the warmth between her legs growing stronger by the second. Part of her wants to tell you everything is alright, but another part of her knows that's a lie. The only thing she can focus on now is the feeling of your presence so close to hers, the memories of being dominated and how good it made her feel. It's all so confusing and intense; she doesn't know what to do or say anymore except to hope that maybe... just maybe... you understand some part of this strange new world she finds herself in.

"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as she tries to sort through the jumble of emotions and desires coursing through her body. "It's just... different." Her fingers fidget with the blanket beneath her, the material soft against her skin as it provides a temporary distraction from the chaos within.

She glances over at you from the corner of her eye, unsure of how much more she can take before giving in to whatever it is that's building up inside her. The desire to feel your touch, to be dominated again, is almost overwhelming now; it feels like a wildfire burning through every nerve ending in her body. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath as she tries to calm herself down enough to think straight again.

Even though he's not touching her directly, the feeling of your warmth envelops her like a comforting blanket as you hug her tightly on the bed. She melts into your embrace, her head resting against your shoulder as she takes in the scent of your skin and the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. It's moments like these that make it hard for her to remember why they shouldn't be doing this; it feels so right somehow.

Her hands move slowly up your chest, tracing gentle circles on your muscles before stopping at your shoulders. For a brief moment, she considers pushing you away again, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. But her body refuses to cooperate with her mind; all she can do is lean into the touch and enjoy the closeness for as long as it lasts.

Her heart rate slows down as she lies there in your embrace, feeling more and more at ease with the situation. It's strange how quickly things can change between them; one moment she hates you for being so competitive, and then the next she finds herself craving your touch. Maybe it's just a side effect of living together for so long - familiarity breeding... something other than contempt.

She closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth spreading through her body as you hug her tighter. It feels like home somehow; comforting and secure even though it's also pushing boundaries she never thought existed. Her fingers move up your arm, tracing lazy circles on your skin as she loses herself in the moment.

As the warmth of your body envelops her and the weight of your arm pins her to the bed, she can't help but feel safe and protected. Even though you're asleep now, she finds herself cuddling closer to you anyway, savoring this rare moment of closeness. With a contented sigh, she drifts off to sleep too, the events of the day fading away into nothing more than vague dreamlike fragments amidst the haze of exhaustion and desire.