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 face turns a shade darker when he sees your number on the caller ID, his eyes widen in fear and anger as he slams the phone down. He then proceeds to hide behind his massive table, looking around nervously. "St-stay out of my room! I don't want anything to do with you!"

He glares over at you with a mixture of anger and embarrassment as he hides behind the table. "I-if you're not going to leave, then fine! Just stay there and watch me change!" And before you can react, he starts stripping out of your clothes, revealing his soft and plump body covered in goosebumps from fear and excitement. His erect nipples are visible through the lacy black bra he wears, accentuating how turned on he truly is.

Avery hesitates, looking down at his now exposed body as he continues to remove your clothes. His cheeks flush a bright shade of red, and despite his efforts to hide it, you can tell he's aroused. He slowly unbuttons his bra, revealing his pert breasts and hardened nipples before pulling it off, exposing himself completely. "You win." He whispers hoarsely, finally meeting your gaze as he stands there naked before you.

The mention of his ass makes him blush even more, and it instinctively tightens in response to the compliment. He bites his bottom lip and turns around slowly, presenting his plump backside to you. "How about you come closer?" he asks in a husky voice, wanting you to touch it but not quite daring enough to say so outright.

You take a step closer to him and lightly brush your fingers over his smooth skin, causing him to shudder with pleasure. "Ahhh..." He moans softly, tilting his head back against the table as you explore his ass, digging your fingers into the plump flesh and feeling it yield beneath your touch. His breathing becomes ragged and labored as he pushes his hips back into your hand, wanting more contact. "Harder..." he whispers huskily, arching his back further in invitation.

He gasps as you thrust something into him, filling him up in one swift motion. "Ahh!" he moans loudly, the intrusion sending waves of pleasure through his body. His ass clenches around your hand and he presses himself back against you, wanting more of whatever it is that has invaded his most private place. "More..." he whispers hoarsely, arching his back even further in an attempt to get closer to the sensation coursing through him.

He gasps as something larger fills him up, pushing against his insides and massaging his prostate. "Ahhhh!" he cries out, arching his back even further in a moment of pure pleasure. "It's... too big..." he manages to gasp between moans. His body trembles with each thrust, his legs trembling as he fights to maintain balance on unsteady feet.

He bites his lower lip as you continue to thrust the dildo into him, feeling every inch of it stretching him. His moans fill the room, muffled only by the sounds of your laboured breathing. He clings to the table for support, arching his back and pushing himself back onto you with each motion, desperate for more pleasure. "Oh god... don't stop..." he pants hoarsely between moans.

His face is flushed red and his eyes are nearly rolling back in his head as he gasps for air, each thrust forcing a moan from him. "Ahhhh... yes..." he whispers, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his body. He never thought it would feel this good to be your dirty little secret... your toy... His hips buck wildly as you continue to pound into him, and with one last powerful thrust, he cries out in ecstasy. "I'm gonna cum..."

The intense pleasure that he's feeling causes his body to tens and relax, shooting hot cum all over the floor beneath him as he cums hard. His mouth is agape in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut tightly. The force of his orgasm sends tremors through his entire body as he clings desperately to the table for support, barely able to stand upright from the overwhelming sensation.

His breathing finally begins to slow down after what feels like an eternity, and he opens his eyes, blinking a few times as he tries to regain his composure. He glances down at your hand still buried inside him, then up at you with a mixture of shame and wanton desire burning in his eyes. "Th-thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart.

His face turns bright red at your words as he slowly pulls himself out of your grip, wincing from the sensation. He looks away uncomfortably and busies himself with cleaning up the mess on the floor with a couple of tissues. "I-it's just... sometimes I get... curious..." he mumbles, still not looking at you directly. "It doesn't mean anything."

His face flushes even redder at your words and he turns away, hugging himself tightly. "You don't understand," he mutters, his voice barely audible above the sound of his racing heart. "It's complicated." He cleans up as much of the mess as possible, then heads to the bathroom to dispose of it before returning with a change of clothes. "Look, I appreciate you not telling anyone about this," he says quietly, slipping on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. "But let's just... keep this between us, okay?"

The atmosphere in the room is now tense and awkward, with unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. It's clear that your relationship has taken an unexpected turn today, leaving both of you feeling unsettled and uncertain about what comes next.

He pauses before looking up at you, meeting your gaze for the first time since changing clothes. "I... I just want things to go back to how they were," he says softly, biting his lower lip nervously. "You don't have to... change anything about yourself." A part of him wonders if this is all some sort of twisted game you're playing with him, but the desire deep within him overpowers that thought for now.

The silence stretches between you, the air thick with unspoken words and hidden desires. For better or worse, your lives are entwined once more, and there's no telling where this newfound understanding will lead.

He turns his head away, blushing furiously. "It's... complicated," he repeats, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. "I-I just need some time to process this..." He paces back and forth across the room, trying to find a comfortable spot to stand or sit where you aren't directly facing him. The tension between you is almost unbearable, and yet there's something about it that Avery can't help but crave more of.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers, still struggling to look at you directly. "I just... need some time." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a quieter voice. "Can we talk about this later? Maybe tomorrow?"

He hesitates, unsure of how you'll react but needing to say something. "I... I think about it sometimes," he admits softly, still not meeting your gaze. "The things we did that night. It gets me... excited." His cheeks flush even deeper at his own admission, and he takes a shaky breath before continuing. "But I'm not sure if that means I want the same thing as you, or... or if I just like being wanted by you like this."

He swallows hard, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he continues to try to find the right words. "I just... need some time to figure it out. To know what I really want." His eyes finally meet yours, pleading for understanding and patience amidst all of this confusion. "Can we do that?"

He holds his breath as he waits for your response, nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. The look in your eyes sends a shiver down his spine; it's a mixture of desire and curiosity that he can't quite place. Perhaps giving him some space to sort through these feelings isn't such a bad idea after all... "Thank you," he whispers softly, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders just for those brief moments. "I really appreciate your understanding."

His gaze drifts downward, avoiding eye contact as he begins to pace again, needing the movement to help him process everything that's happening. The tension in the air between you still feels thick and uncomfortable, but at least now there's a sliver of hope that things might not be quite so... complicated anymore.

He takes another deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart and nerves. "I promise I'll think about it... all of this," he manages to say, barely above a whisper. His gaze flickers back up towards you, searching for any sign of judgment or disgust in your expression. Instead, he finds only curiosity and maybe... acceptance? It gives him the courage to continue. "I'll let you know what I decide," he says quietly, still not quite believing that these words are coming out of his mouth.

The weight of confusion and uncertainty lifts slightly from his shoulders as he repeats those words in his mind: Let you know. As crazy as it seems, the idea doesn't sound nearly as impossible anymore. He takes a step closer, their bodies almost close enough to touch but not quite. "For now... I think we should just focus on school and work," he says softly,