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!”

His blush deepens and he stomps his foot, glaring at you accusingly. "Well if it isn't my perverted roommate! To think you'd actually be excited about seeing this pathetic excuse for a body!" He mutters under his breath before turning away from you, clenching the fabric of your sweater tightly in one fist.

His ears burn bright red as he blanches in anger and embarrassment, turning back to face you with a look of hate and disgust on his features. "D-don't you dare talk about my body like it's something good! I am not this pathetic, I am not some little piece of ass for you to ogle at!" He huffs, clenching and unclenching his fist as he struggles with his anger.

His anger seems to boil over as he bares his teeth and takes a step closer to you, the sweater he's wearing bunching up in his fists. "Look, I know we live together but I don't need you looking at me like that!" He snarls, voice tight with rage. "I can't help how I look, and I hate being so soft... It's just easier to hide it all from the world."

His eyes flicker downwards before darting back up to meet your gaze, his face burning red once more. "So if you could just... maybe try not to stare at me like that..." he says, voice trailing off as he searches for the words.

His cheeks flush even deeper as he feels the blush creep up his neck. He takes another step back, eyes darting around the room to avoid making direct contact with yours. "It's just... I don't want anyone to see me like this..." he mutters, a tear threatening to spill down his cheek as he wrestles with his own emotions.

He wipes roughly at his eyes and shakes his head, clearing the tears away before they can fall. "I'm sorry for snapping at you... It's just been a rough few days..."

He turns away from you, trying to regain his composure as he crosses the room to sit down on the edge of his bed. "I'm fine... really..." he mumbles, his voice barely audible over the sound of his breath hitching in and out. "You don't need to worry about me."

His fingers fiddle nervously with the fabric of your sweater as he looks anywhere but at you, unwilling to reveal any more vulnerability. The tension between you hangs thick in the air, making it difficult for either of you to break the silence or approach each other further.

Avery looks at you with surprise and disbelief in his eyes. "What? No! You don't have to say that!" He mutters, sounding genuinely shocked and somewhat hurt by the idea. "I just... I'm not used to people seeing me like this."

He hesitates for a moment before continuing, slowly gaining confidence as he speaks. "If it means anything, I like how you look too. You have a really nice smile..." He gives you a small smile back, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he does so.

He seems surprised and taken aback by your offer to help him feel more confident. After a moment of consideration, he shrugs helplessly before asking, "I don't know... maybe we could spend some time together? Hang out or something?" The thought of actually enjoying someone else's company, without feeling the need to push them away, is a foreign and yet somehow alluring concept for him.

His expression brightens at the idea of going to the mall with you. "Really? Well... alright then! Just let me go change into some regular clothes first, and we can head out together!" He eagerly runs over to his closet, rummaging through it to find something more appropriate for a day out in public.

As you wait in the living room, you hear the distinct sound of drawers opening and closing coming from Avery's room. It doesn't take long for him to emerge, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a casual button-down shirt that hangs loosely off his shoulders. His hair is still styled as femininely as ever, framing his face in soft curls.

He takes one last look at himself in the mirror before walking over to you, an almost bashful smile on his lips. "Okay... I'm ready."

Avery takes a deep breath and exhales slowly as he steps closer to you. He swallows hard, forcing himself not to look away or fidget with his clothes. "Okay... shall we go?" His voice comes out more timidly than he would have liked, but he pushes on regardless.

His fingers nervously brush against yours as you both walk towards the door leading outside. The tension between you is palpable, and yet there's also a certain sense of camaraderie beginning to form; a connection that neither of you expected, or perhaps truly wanted in the first place.

His cheeks flush with embarrassment and surprise as you take his waist in your hands, leading him outside to your car. He squeaks out a faint, "O-okay..." before letting out a nervous laugh. The warmth of your touch sends shivers down his spine; it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

As you get closer to the car, Avery takes in a deep breath and tries his best not to think about what this day might bring or where it might lead. For now, he'll focus on enjoying the company of someone who actually seems interested in spending time with him.

As the two of you spend several hours at the mall, Avery begins to feel more and more comfortable in your presence. The embarrassment and nervousness that had plagued him earlier gradually fade away, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment. He finds himself opening up to you about things he's never shared with anyone else: his dreams, his fears, his hopes for the future.

To his surprise, you listen attentively, offering advice or words of encouragement when necessary. You even make a few jokes here and there that manage to elicit laughter from him - something he hadn't done in what felt like ages. By the end of the day, Avery feels a strange mix of emotions: gratitude, happiness, and maybe even a hint of something more...

As the sun begins to set, signaling the end of your day together at the mall, Avery finds himself wondering if this is what it feels like to have a real friend. The thought both frightens and excites him in equal measure; he isn't sure how much more of this kind of thing his heart can handle without breaking into pieces all over again.

Still, as you drive them back home, Avery finds himself hoping that maybe... just maybe... things could continue like this between the two of you. He takes a deep breath and musters up the courage to speak. "Thank you for today," he says softly, looking at you with an expression that's equal parts shy and grateful. "It meant more than you'll ever know."

As you speak, he blushes again and shrugs modestly. "I guess I've just never really felt comfortable around anyone before... It was nice to have someone to talk to today." He glances down at his lap as you continue driving, unconsciously tensing up when he feels your gaze rest on his thighs and ass for a moment. His heart races with an odd mixture of arousal and nervousness; this is territory that's new and foreign to him, but strangely alluring nonetheless.

He glances over at you sidelong with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "I... I don't know," he whispers, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. "It's just been so long since anyone wanted to hang out with me... I don't want things to change."

As the car pulls up in front of your apartment building, Avery hesitates before reaching for the door handle. "Look," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, "thank you for today... but if we keep hanging out like this... I don't know what'll happen..." His cheeks flush with shame as she words trail off, leaving her unsure of herself and anxious about the future.

His breath hitches as he feels your lips brush against his own; the touch sending shockwaves through his entire body. His eyes flutter shut and his lips part slightly, allowing you to deepen the kiss. He responds tentatively at first but soon begins to relax into it, moaning softly as your hands find their way under his shirt and stroke gently against his skin.

This newfound intimacy with someone who actually seems to want him is overwhelming in the best possible way; exhilarating and terrifying all at once. As the kiss deepens, Avery can feel himself growing hard between your hands, his heart racing faster than it ever has before. With each passing moment, he finds himself wanting more of this strange new world where he's not alone and invisible anymore... but whether or not that's something he truly deserves is another question entirely.

Shivering from head to toe as you pull him closer and feel his hardness pressing against your own, Avery nods quickly in agreement. He presses their lips together one more time before breaking apart, blushing brightly once more. With trembling hands, he reaches up to unlock the car door then steps out onto the sidewalk, waiting for you to lead the way inside.

The walk up to your room seems longer and tenser than it ever has before; each step feels weighted down by a million tiny questions about what this newfound attraction means for both of them. His heart is pounding so loudly he can barely hear his own thoughts, but one thing is certain: whatever happens next, they're in this together now.

His breath comes out in shaky little gasps as you push him onto the bed, his heart hammering against his chest like a wild thing trapped inside of its cage. His hands tremble as they reach for the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head with an eagerness that surprises even himself. He looks up at you, pupils dilated with desire, and whispers hoarsely, "I want this... I've never wanted anyone like this..." His fingers trail down your stomach and lower, searching for the evidence of his own arousal beneath your pants.

With shaking hands, he reaches for the button of your pants and unfastens it, then tugs them down past your hips, revealing your hard length already straining against your underwear. His lips part in a soft moan as he takes you in his hand, stroking slowly up and down while watching your reaction intently. The head of your cock brushes against the sensitive tip of his nose, filling his senses with the scent of your arousal.

Taking a deep breath, he climbs on top of you and position himself on your cock, guiding it into his wetness. The sensation of being filled by another person for the first time in what feels like forever is overwhelming; intense and pleasurable, yet tinged with a sense of vulnerability that he can't quite shake off. His eyes flutter closed as he begins to ride your length, his breath coming out in soft gasps mingling with yours.

His fingers clench tightly around his shaft as he begins to stroke himself in time with your hips, his breath coming faster and shallower. He arches his back, pressing their bodies together as deeply as possible with each thrust. The sensation of being touched so intimately by another person, the feel of you inside him, is more than he could have ever imagined.

His head falls back against your shoulder as his climax builds, his mouth open in a silent scream that's muffled by the sounds of your moans and the slapping of skin against skin. His body tenses up, every muscle coiling tightly as he comes undone beneath you, hot liquid spilling out over your fingers and stomach.

Weak from the orgasm, he collapses onto you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath once more. The taste of your skin m

As you thrust deeper and harder into him, grunting with each impact, he gasps out a moan of pleasure mixed with pain. His hips buck up off the bed in response to the sensation, meeting your rhythm as best he can. The heat building between his legs again tells him that another orgasm is coming, and this time he's not sure if he can hold out until you let him cum.

His nails scratch at your back, leaving red lines in their wake as he arches into the touch, desperate for release. His breath comes out ragged and shaky, his body quaking beneath yours as tension coils tightly inside of him, promising another powerful climax if it can find an outlet soon enough.

He pants hard against your neck, biting down on his lip as another orgasm rips through him. His body convulses violently around you, milk spurting from his swollen nipples and soaking into the sheets beneath them. His vision blurs as he cums, waves of pleasure crashing over him in relentless succession until finally they begin to recede, leaving him weak and exhausted but impossibly satisfied.

As you continue to pound into him, your rough lovemaking leaving his body aching and sore in the most exquisite way possible, he can feel another orgasm building deep inside him. His lips part in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Just when he thinks he can't take any more, your hips stutter to a stop and you groan roughly against his neck, coming deep within him. The sensation of being filled so completely sends shockwaves through his body as he finally spills his seed across your chest, the warmth of it mixing with their sweat and cum.

Shaking and gasping for air, he collapses limply onto the bed, spent but oddly satisfied with this newfound connection. As the last of their shared heat dissipates between them, he looks up at you with eyes wide and grateful. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "I never thought I'd feel like this again... with anyone."

Nodding solemnly, he carefully moves off of you and onto his hands and knees. He looks back over his shoulder as he reaches for your hard cock, eyes widening in surprise at the sight of it still mostly erect despite everything they've done together. With steady, trembling fingers, he wraps his lips around the head of your cock and begins to suck gently, his tongue dancing across the sensitive skin.

His warm mouth engulfs you, surrounding your cock with wet heat as he begins to stroke in time with his sucking. His tongue dances along the length of your shaft, teasing and taunting until it finds a particularly sensitive spot that makes you moan deeply. As he continues to worship you with his mouth, Avery's fingers begin to wander lower, sliding up and down over your smooth skin in an equally sensual manner.

His movements grow more urgent as he feels you growing close; his mouth working eagerly over your cock while his hand continues to stroke and tease. He moans around you, the sound filling the air between them, a testament to how deeply involved he's become in this strange and intense new experience. As your hips buck up off the bed, your cum spilling down his throat, he meets your gaze over his shoulder, his eyes glistening with pleasure and gratitude.

The taste of you lingers on his tongue long after you've finished, a sweet reminder of the night they shared together. As you collapse back onto the bed, spent but satisfied, Avery curls up against your side, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. For now, he feels safe and wanted; two things that had seemed so elusive before tonight.

The weight of exhaustion settles

His cheeks burn red with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as he feels your hand connect with his ass. "Wh-what do you mean?" He stammers, his voice coming out barely above a whisper. The thought of being exclusively used by you in such an intimate way both terrifies and thrills him beyond words.

As he nestles closer to you, lost in the warmth and comfort of your embrace, he can't help but wonder where this newfound relationship might lead them. Could it possibly last? Or would things eventually go back to how they were before - cold and lonely? Only time will tell... but for now, he's content just to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter and enjoy every moment he has with you.

As he lies there with you, his heart racing and skin flushed from their lovemaking, Avery can't help but feel a strange sense of peace washing over him. He nestles deeper into your embrace, relishing the warmth and safety that radiates from your body. For once in his life, he doesn't feel alone or unseen; instead, he feels cherished and wanted. The thought sends a shiver down his spine as he drifts off to sleep with the scent of your skin lingering on the air around him.