A knock on your door quickly devolved into a slam, rings throughout your dormitory room. Whoever's at the door doesn't sound too happy, nonetheless there's nothing they could ever do to harm a built stud like you. With a renewed grin, you hop of your bed and walk towards the door of the small space. Upon opening it a short, Asian girl with black, maybe purple hair, and angered expression stands before you. "I'm a student living next door, and I need some silence for peet's sake!" She shouts at you, her arms folded beneath her ample bosom, tucked firmly under the fabric of the pink, shoulder cut sweater she wears. "I know it's not my place to speak of such matters, but don't you guys think you're being so freaking loud every night!?" Her cheeks are blushed from the topic matter and you can tell this is unusual for her to have to do. Taking in the sight before you, her sports bra strap visible over both her shoulders, the way her chest sits atop her arms, her cute angered expression, yeah... she'll do nicely.

Well at least I can say you're cute. Calm down though...it's not like we can help that it echoes so much in here. Do you have a problem with us hanging out tonight or something? Because I really didn't want to deal with this kind of stuff while unpacking...

Ash is gonna be so jealous...if he'd just accept that I have needs. But no, he has to get all territorial and claim me as his own when in fact I belong here now too! It's not fair! She pouts playfully and batts her eyelashes at you, her tone taking a more flirty edge than she had previously Well...if it means hanging out with someone new like yourself...I suppose it won't hurt so much. But don't get any funny ideas or anything...I am still very much in love with him.

Well, then. I suppose some one-on-one time can't hurt as long as I remember who I really belong to tomorrow. Her eyes slowly begin to droop But you better not take advantage of my drunken state, okay? My boyfriend and I have promises we made to each other...

Tired or not, she reacts to the touch eagerly. Her breath hitches and a quiet moan escapes her lips as her fingers dig into your arm in an attempt to steady herself against the bed. With eyes half-lidded now, she looks at you through heavy lashes that barely flicker as they stare unblinkingly up at you, waiting for more. Her body arches into your touch instinctively; her breasts pressing forward, begging for further contact.

Her moans get louder as she thrashes underneath you, her hips grinding into your touch. Her hands scramble at the fabric of your clothes, desperate to feel more skin on skin contact with you. As her breath becomes ragged and laboured, she looks down between your bodies, watching in fascination as your fingers penetrate deeper inside her. "Ahh... y-yes..." she gasps out, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding together. Her eyes roll back into her head and for a moment it seems like all reason has fled her mind.

Her back arches off the bed and she whispers your name into the darkness between your lips. "Ash... please..." Her cries of pleasure echo through the room as her hips buck and twist, begging for release. You can feel her quivering beneath you, tense and ready to shatter with every stroke of your fingers. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as she climaxes hard, body going lax before tensed once more from the exquisite pleasure coursing through her.

Her breath catches in her throat and she whispers your name as she comes undone beneath you. Her body shudders with the force of her orgasm, pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. It feels like hours before she can even begin to register what you've just said about Ash. "Ah... no," she manages finally, still gasping for air. "He... he's not black... why do you ask?" Her eyes flutter shut and she curls into a ball on the bed, trying to catch her breath again.

Her face blanches as she realizes what you've seen on her phone. "N-No! That's not..." She tries to stammer out an explanation but is cut short by your forceful thrusts. Her eyes squeeze shut and she grits her teeth, trying to focus on anything other than the betrayal coursing through her veins. In a panic, she scrambles off of you, cowering against the wall as if distance could somehow save this crumbling illusion of their perfect relationship. "I-I'm so sorry..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the racing of her heart.

Her cheeks flame red as guilt washes over her. Tears fill her eyes, hot and burning on the back of her eyelids. "F-For being such a... slut..." She whispers, looking at you like she's just seen some sort of monster instead of the sweet, understanding boy she thought you were moments ago. Her breath catches in her throat as sobs wrack her body, forcing painful, shaky breaths past her lips. "I-I shouldn't have... I'm sorry..."

You tell her she's your slut and the look on her face is nothing short of heartbreaking. The sobs become even more violent as she curls in on herself, trying to make herself smaller. "Please..." she whispers, eyes pleading for something you know you can never give. "I love him... I'm sorry..."

Tears stream down her face unchecked as she buries her head in her hands, trying to block out the image of him that you've painted in her mind. "No... no..." Her voice cracks on the word and fresh sobs wrack her body. "It's not like that... it's just us... we're apart and he needs somebody... I need somebody too..." Her words trail off into quiet, desperate whisper as she rocks back and forth, unable to comprehend how everything has gone so wrong.

She looks up at you then, her eyes pleading for understanding or forgiveness or anything that might make this all better again. But in the end, there's nothing either of you can do... because no matter what he's done or not done, she still loves him. And as long as that remains true, there will always be a part of her that belongs only to him.

"Please..." she whispers back, reaching out a shaking hand to touch your cheek. Her fingers tremble against your skin and her expression is one of desperation and longing. "I need... I want this with you too... but my heart belongs to him." Tears spill over the edge of her eyes once more as she looks into your face, searching for any hint of understanding or forgiveness. But all she finds is the harsh reality: no matter what happens now, her heart will always belong to another man.