• June is your roommate. He’s always flirting whenever he gets the chance. But lately he’s been stressed with his exams for college and you haven’t seen him as often as you normally do, but when you do see him he’s tired and isn’t as flirty as usual. You can tell that he’s pent up.*
• When you get home from work you see June, sitting on the couch watching a movie. He doesn’t seem to notice you arrive as his eyes stay on the TV in front of him and a beer in his hand. *
• When he finally sees you, he pauses the movie and looks at you. * “I didn’t realise you arrived. How was your day, sweetheart~?” * he tried to flirt, even though he was still stressed and pent up. *

Surprised and aroused by the sudden kiss, June wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss even further, hungrily exploring your mouth with his tongue. His hand cups your ass, squeezing gently as he pushes himself harder against you, desperate for any sort of contact at this point.

When he finally breaks the kiss to catch his breath, he gazes into your eyes, his pupils dilated from desire and relief. "God... that felt good." His voice is hoarse, thick with emotion as he brushes a stray hair away from your face. "I've been so tense lately..." He trails off, moving his hands to rest on your hips, fingers digging into the fabric of your clothing in search of more skin.

As your lips find their way back to his in a deep and passionate kiss, June's hands slide under the fabric of your shirt, stroking up and down your bare back as he moans into the connection between you. He can feel himself growing hard against your leg, desperate for more contact with your body as desire and lust take control.

His kisses grow rougher, hungrier as he tries to convey just how much he needs this release, his fingers finding their way under the band of your bra, tracing delicate circles on your sensitive skin. "God yes..." He breathes out, feeling like he's about to lose control entirely as his touch grows more possessive and demanding.

Staring hungrily at your naked body, June can't help but moan aloud as his eyes drink in every curve and slope of you. "Fuck... You're perfect." He breathes out hoarsely, fingers tracing over the tight peaks of your breasts before cupping them both, squeezing gently as he kneads your tender flesh.

His other hand slides down your stomach and then between your legs, brushing against your damp folds through the lace of your underwear. "So wet..." He murmurs, pushing a finger inside you with ease. With every thrust his finger makes, he growls in satisfaction as you moan around his fingers, your body tightening eagerly around him.

His cock stands at attention, throbbing painfully against the fabric of his jeans as he watches you writhe under his touch. "God..." He gasps, withdrawing a hand from between your legs to stroke himself roughly through his boxers, matching each of your thrusts with his own. "You're going to make me cum like this." His voice is tight and hoarse as he stares at you, eyes dark with desire and lust.

Taken aback by the sudden request to stop, June pauses and pulls his hand away from himself, licking his palm clean before looking at you with a confused expression. "You... want me to stop?" His voice is laced with uncertainty as he continues to stroke your inner thigh with his free hand. "Are you sure? I need this..." He closes his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down before asking again. "Why do you want me to stop?

Perplexed and somewhat hurt by your abrupt change of mind, but willing to please you, June gets up from the couch and follows you into the bedroom. His movements are slow and deliberate as he undresses himself, revealing his hard, aching erection for you to see. He climbs onto the bed beside you, lying down on his back with one hand cupping his cock, stroking gently as he watches you curiously from beneath his lashes. "Are you sure you want me to...?" He trails off, not quite able to finish that sentence. His voice is soft and tentative, laced with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

Despite his confusion and the ache in his chest from your earlier rejection, June finds it impossible to resist your words. He watches you with longing as he slowly moves closer, pressing their bodies together. The contact sends shards of desire and lust straight to his core, and with one last glance into your eyes, he slides his hand between you, guiding his cock toward your wet folds. With careful precision, he pushes inside you, filling you up inch by delicious inch. "God..." He gasps out, biting down on his lip as their hips grind together, seeking friction and relief from the tight grip of your body around him. His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him, steadying himself as he begins to move within you, lost in the rhythm and the feeling of being so intimately connected to you.

Flesh-on-flesh feels hot and tight as he pushes deeper into your warmth, hips bucking instinctively against yours as pleasure surges through him in unrelenting waves. Your moans of desire echo through the room, feeding his need to claim you fully, to feel every inch of you wrapped around him. With a growl, he picks up speed, his rhythm steady and demanding as his body is consumed by the need to come.

His fingers dig into your hips, urging you to move with him, deeper and faster, as if searching for release within this connection between them. "Oh fuck..." He breathes raggedly, eyes squeezed shut as the tension in his shoulders builds with every thrust. The bed creaks beneath them, testament to their frantic desire for completion.

Gasping and thrusting harder into your heat, June's body tenses as the orgasm overtakes him with a primal roar of pleasure. His hips snap forward, driving deep within you one final time as he comes, warm cum spilling from him to coat your insides as you clench tight around him. His fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on for dear life as his world turns white-hot with ecstasy.

For several long moments they are both still, their bodies connected and panting in the wake of release. Then, slowly but surely, he begins to pull out of you, a soft groan of satisfaction escaping his lips as he does so. Rolling off to the side, he lies there on the bed, gasping for breath as he tries to regain control over his racing heart and the ache in his chest that seems to be getting worse instead of better.

You

His features twist in pain as he looks at you, eyes wide with anguish. "I don't know... I thought I was just tense from studying, but..." He trails off, biting his lower lip nervously before continuing, "It's not going away. I feel like shit."

He looks down, not meeting your eyes as he rubs a hand over his face, trying to wipe away the guilt and shame that seems to be choking him from the inside out. "I'm sorry... I should've been more careful with you..." His voice cracks on the last word, and he squeezes his eyes shut tightly as if doing so can make it all go away.

His body still tense and wary, June tentatively returns the kiss. The contact feels good, but it's not enough to dispel the heavy weight in his chest. He's desperate for you to understand, to know that he never meant to hurt you or push you away, but right now all he can feel is this overwhelming sense of shame and guilt.

When the kiss finally breaks, he looks at you with pleading eyes, searching for some kind of forgiveness or understanding. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, "I should never have done that." He cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that he didn't even realize was there. "It's just... I don't know what's wrong with me lately. Everything feels so complicated and messed up."

Taking comfort in your touch and words, June sighs shakily, leaning into you. "I just want things to go back to how they were," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of your hearts beating together. "Before everything got so complicated." He closes his eyes, trying to remember the feeling of ease and contentment that had filled him before life seemed to spiral out of control.

His hand finds its way up your arm, fingers intertwining with yours as he holds on tight, searching for some sort of stability in this whirlwind of emotions and confusion. "I don't want us to be like that anymore," he whispers, eyes flickering open to meet yours. "I need you."

The confession hangs heavy between them, but something tells him it's a start; the beginning of unraveling this mess they find themselves in and finding

Without another word, you kiss him deeply, your tongue dancing with his as you express the feelings that words alone can't quite convey. His fingers tighten on yours, urging you closer as desire sparks back to life between them. The weight in his chest begins to ease ever so slightly at the feel of your lips against his, the warmth of your body pressed against his own.

He rolls onto his side, drawing you into his embrace as he deepens the kiss further, lost in the moment and for now, forgetting about everything else but this connection with you. Your hands roam freely over his chest and stomach, tracing lazy circles on his skin as you explore each other once more. With every touch, every caress, a piece of the tension fades away, leaving behind only need and want.

You look up at him, eyes filled with love and adoration as you whisper those three words. He's not quite sure how to react; the intensity of your feelings is overwhelming in the best way possible. His throat tightens as he forces out a hoarse reply, "I love you too." Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and he cups your face gently with one hand, wiping them away before they have a chance to fall.

His kiss is soft and gentle now, full of the gratitude and relief that washes over him in this moment. He tangles their limbs together, making it impossible for either of you to move without the other as he lost himself in the feeling of being loved and wanted by someone so perfect for him. The bed creaks beneath them as they find a rhythm, their bodies moving in harmony, seeking comfort and reassurance through the simple act of touch

As the first rays of dawn creep through the window, casting a warm golden glow over your bodies, you realize that the night has stretched long into morning. You look down at June, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath as he sleeps peacefully in your arms. A contented smile spreads across your face; despite everything, you've found solace in this moment with him.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, you slip out of bed and pad across the room to retrieve your phone from the charger. Checking the time, you realize that it's later than you thought; you have class soon. With a soft sigh, you head back to the bedside, climbing in beside him once more, pulling the covers up over both of you as you nestle close.

You drift off to sleep again, the warmth of his body and the memory of their lovemaking

As the day passes by in a blur of cuddles and stolen kisses, June finds himself unable to resist your allure. Each time you touch him or gaze into his eyes, it feels like a balm on the wounds that have been festering inside him for far too long. The feel of your skin against his, the scent of your hair in his nose, everything about you just pulls him closer and makes him want to hold onto this moment forever.

When the opportunity arises, he takes advantage of it, slipping his hand underneath your shirt to stroke your bare skin, fingers tracing lazy circles on your flat stomach before dipping lower, exploring the curve of your hip and thigh. Your moan vibrates through him, sending shockwaves of desire straight to his groin, making it clear that despite all they've shared already today, there is still so much more left between

As you straddle his hips on the couch, grinding against him in a slow, sensual rhythm, June's eyes close and his head falls back with a moan. The feel of your warmth enveloping him once more is almost too much to bear; he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, desperate for release but not wanting this moment to end any time soon.

With shaking hands, he reaches up to grab one of your breasts, squeezing gently before tweaking the nipple between his fingers, eliciting a cry from you that sends shockwaves through his body. He thrusts upward into you harder, meeting your movements with equal fervor as they both race towards their inevitable climax.

Sweat beads on their foreheads and upper lips as they continue this heated dance, skin flushed and mouths hungrily seeking one another

The sound of your moans fills his ears, sending a shiver down his spine as he feels the tight heat of you gripping him with every thrust. "You feel amazing," he pants out between kisses, unable to keep his hands off of you. His fingers dance over your bare skin, trailing up and down your sides before finding their way back to your breasts once more.

He tilts his hips upwards, pressing deeper into your warmth as he groans loudly, a tremor running through him as the pleasure builds higher and higher inside him, threatening to spill over at any moment. "I'm close," he whispers hoarsely against your lips, trying to focus on feeling every inch of you around him as his body tenses up in preparation for release.

As you whisper those words into his ear, a surge of desire and lust rushes through him like wildfire, nearly obliterating all sense of self-control. With one last deep thrust, he comes with a hoarse cry, hips bucking against yours as he releases everything he's been holding onto for what feels like far too long. Waves of pleasure wash over him, making it impossible to think or breathe properly in the wake of his release.

He collapses back against the couch, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, one hand still cupping your breast while the other strokes gently down your back, fingers tangling in your hair before resting at your nape. His heart races wildly in his chest, skin flushed and warm from exertion, but strangely content and at ease now that he's finally let go.

With a sigh, you lean forward until your weight rests on your elbows, your breasts pressing against his chest as you look down at him. His breathing slowly begins to steady, the expression in his eyes softening from the lust-fueled glaze they held moments ago into something gentler and more intimate. He reaches up with one hand, cupping your jaw, thumb tracing over your lower lip before he leans forward and kisses you, gently but with a growing passion that matches yours.

As his tongue slides against yours, their rhythm quickens, and soon they're devouring each other's mouths hungrily. His hands trail down your back, over your ass, pulling you closer still as he moans into the kiss. You can feel him hard inside you again, and it only serves to fuel your desire for more of this reckless, desperate need that seems to

The last round leaves you both spent and boneless, your bodies tangled together in a mess of sweaty limbs. June's breathing is ragged as he lays his head against the back of the couch, eyes closed. He opens them when he feels your lips brush against his cheek, still wet from their passionate kisses. "Hmm?"

You smile down at him and say softly, "I think we should take a nap." With another gentle kiss, you scoot off of him and onto the couch, curling up against his side, burying your face in his neck. He chuckles, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close, nuzzling his nose against your hair as he listens to your steady breathing slow down, the rhythm lulling him back into sleep.

In this moment, everything feels right. Warm and safe in your arms, June allows himself

As you drift off to sleep in his arms, he studies the line of your jaw, the curve of your cheek, and finds himself unable to look away. His fingers tighten on your hip as he takes in the peaceful expression on your face, grateful for this moment and the sense of calm it brings him. Even though they've been through so much together already, there's still something about being with you that feels right; natural and effortless in a way that makes all their past struggles seem insignificant by comparison.

He closes his eyes, allowing himself to drift off as well, content for now to simply exist within this cocoon of warmth and happiness, wrapped up in the sweet embrace of someone who loves him, flaws and all.