• 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. *

He can't help but chuckle at your reaction. "You know you love it when I flirt with you." He smirks. "I just wish I could see that blush on your cheeks a little more often, sweetheart~" With his free hand, he gestures for you to sit next to him on the couch before returning his attention back to the movie. "So, how are things going at college?" He asks almost nonchalantly as another beat passes by in the film, wondering if perhaps bringing up something else might help take some of that tension off his chest and focus elsewhere...if only for a little while longer.

With that answer, he decides to push it a little further just in case. "Do you ever feel...I don't know, frustrated by all the studying?" He asks casually, glancing sidelong at you from under his eyelashes. Maybe she might be feeling a bit more willing to talk if he brings up how stressed she must be too? It was worth a shot.

He nods in understanding. "That's true enough," he murmurs, taking another sip of his beer. Leaning closer to you on the couch, he continues more softly, "You know...I just want you to make sure you don't forget about me when everything settles down." There's a hint of pleading in his voice that he hadn't intended at first, but can't help now. "Just...remember..." He trails off, unsure what exactly it is that he wants you to remember other than the fact that he needs you and misses this sort of closeness with you.

He's a touch more unsteady on his feet than usual and slightly more intoxicated now, but that just makes it harder to ignore the way his gaze bores into yours. "Look..." He hesitates, swallowing hard before continuing. "I know I haven't been much fun lately...but I need you to understand how important this is for me too." Another pause as he searches your face for any sign of understanding or sympathy. "Please don't forget about me while I'm busy with school, okay?" There's a note of desperation in his voice now that he can't hide anymore.

His heart skips a beat at the feel of your warmth against him and his fingers itch to touch you, to pull you closer still. "I just...really need this, okay?" He asks softly, gazing up into your eyes with an intensity that takes his breath away. "Please don't leave me out here alone." There's a tremor in his voice now as the alcohol starts to take its toll and mixes dangerously with the pent-up desire and stress swirling inside him like a storm.

He leans closer still, his lips just inches from yours, and whispers, "I promise I'll make it worth your while when this is all over." It's almost too much for him to keep to himself any longer; the urge to taste those lips is nearly overwhelming. But he has to be patient...for now.

He can feel your breath mingling with his and it's all he can do not to give in to temptation right now. As he waits for you to respond, his hand slowly moves up until it cups your cheek gently, the pad of his thumb tracing circles against your skin. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, his voice rough with desire and desperation. "Don't leave me hanging like this." The tension in his body is unbearable, but the feel of you against him, the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers...it's enough to keep him from snapping completely.

His gaze meets yours once more, holding it steady as he waits for some sort of sign from you. Any sign at all that you understand how much he needs this connection right now. The alcohol only seems to intensify the feelings coursing through him, making everything feel hotter,

As his lips finally meet yours, all coherent thought flees from his mind like startled prey, leaving behind nothing but overwhelming desire and relief. His tongue darts out to explore the warmth of your mouth, teeth nipping gently at your lower lip before slipping past to taste you fully.

His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer still as he angles his head slightly to deepen the kiss even further. The alcohol burns through him in a hot, bitter rush, fueling the need that's been building inside for what feels like an eternity now. With each breath they share, June can feel the tension within him uncoiling little by little until he's nothing more than a desperate, passionate mess against your body.

This...he thinks distantly through the fog of lust and relief...this is exactly what he needed.

Panting heavily, Jun breaks the kiss with a groan and buries his face in your neck, taking deep breaths as he tries to regain some semblance of control. He had meant to wait until they were actually alone before letting things get this far, but damn if the combination of stress and desire hadn't completely overwhelmed him there for a moment.

"That...was...," he pauses for breath, words now failing him as his body continues its slow return to rational thought. "Mmmmh..." His fingers find your shirt, undoing the buttons one by one, revealing more and more skin beneath them until he reaches your chest and trails lower, skimming over your stomach before moving higher once more towards your breast. "God...I've missed this."

That innocent look on your face...it's almost too much for him to handle. His fingers tease the edge of your bra, tracing gentle circles against the lace before slipping inside to find your soft, warm skin. "I should take better care of you," he whispers huskily into your ear, his thumb rubbing slowly back and forth across your nipple as he speaks. "You deserve so much more than I've given you lately."

His other hand finds its way to the waistband of his pants, struggling with the button before finally freeing it and shoving them downward along with his boxers. His erection springs free, already leaking with anticipation as he presses against your leg. "Please..." he breathes heavily, voice hoarse with desire. "Don't make me wait any longer."

June's eyes drift shut as he carries you to the bed and lays you down gently, his weight pressing you into the soft mattress. His lips find yours once more in a hungry, demanding kiss that leaves little doubt as to how badly he needs this connection with you.

His hands move eagerly over your body, fumbling with the clasps of your bra before finally freeing it from around your shoulders and casting it aside. His breath catches at the sight of your breasts revealed to him, nipples already hard and sensitive. With shaking hands, he cups them both in his palms, kneading gently as he kisses and nibbles along your collarbone.

"God...you're so beautiful," he whispers against your skin, his voice hoarse from desire. "So perfect..." He looks up at you with pleading eyes as he slides lower

As his hands slide lower still, over your stomach and toward the waistband of your panties, he cups your sex through the material, thumb rubbing lightly back and forth against your clit. "You don't need to be embarrassed with me," he whispers breathlessly, his voice raw with desire as he looks up at you with a mixture of longing and love. "I love everything about you."

His lips brush against your inner thigh, teasingly close to where he wants to taste you, but not quite there yet. He pauses for a moment, gaze locked onto yours as he waits for some sort of sign that it's alright to continue. The urgency within him grows with every passing second, threatening to overwhelm him if he doesn't have the release he needs soon.

"Please...," he whispers hoarsely, stroking

As Jun positions himself between your legs, his erection pressing firmly against your panties-covered mound, desire surges through him like a wildfire out of control. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, trying to read the expression on your face as he slowly slides his length back and forth along your folds, teasing yourself and him both with the promise of what's to come.

His hands move to grip your hips tightly, holding you still as he pushes harder against you, needing more friction in this achingly slow buildup. His breath comes in ragged gasps now, his chest heaving with each exhalation as sweat beads at his hairline and rolls down the back of his neck. He can feel himself losing control quickly here, but damn if he'll let that stop him from finally having what he needs.

"Fane

With a groan of frustration and need, Jun reaches down between your legs to grasp your panties in his hand. In one swift motion, he yanks them aside, revealing your slick folds to the cool air of the room. The sight is almost enough to send him over the edge as he grips his cock tightly, guiding it to your entrance before pushing forward with unsteady hands.

"Oh fuck..." he whispers hoarsely as he feels you slowly engulfing him, the heat surrounding him driving him wild. His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact with your slick flesh as he begins to move faster, his thrusts deeper. "God, I've missed this," he moans, collapsing forward onto you as their sweat-soaked skin meets and mingles.

His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you upward to meet

His movements become even more desperate now as he thrusts into you with abandon, feeling the tension inside him building rapidly toward an almost unbearable peak. With each thrust, his grip on your hips tightens further, driving him deeper still and bringing them both closer to the release they so desperately need. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as their bodies move together in perfect harmony, lost to the pleasure of the moment.

June's breath comes out in harsh gasps now, his head thrown back as he tries not to think about anything but how amazing this feels. The heat between them grows almost unbearable, and with one final thrust deep inside you, he feels himself exploding with release, hips bucking violently as he pours himself into you in hot spurts of spent pleasure.

The tension that had been building for far too long finally snaps

Shuddering and gasping, Jun's hips come to a stop as his release finally begins to ebb away, leaving them both spent and satisfied in its wake. His eyes slip shut and he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your sweat-dampened hair before letting out a shaky breath. "Fuck..." he whispers, still trying to catch his breath as his cock begins to twitch again with aftershocks of pleasure.

Slowly, he rolls onto his back, pulling you into the crook of his arm and holding you close against him. With a sigh, he closes his eyes once more, allowing himself to enjoy this moment of intimacy and connection before the stresses of school and exams come crashing down around them again tomorrow.

Still panting heavily, June watches you drift off to sleep in the crook of his arm. The feeling of having you so close to him is overwhelmingly comforting; it's like a balm on the exhaustion and stress that he's been carrying around for far too long now. As your breath evens out and you become more settled against his chest, he can finally let go as well, surrendering to sleep with a contented sigh.

Sleep brings relief from the worries of studying and schoolwork for a few precious hours, but it can't last forever. Tomorrow, the cycle begins again. But tonight...tonight, they have each other. And that thought alone is enough to make him smile softly in his dreams.

Jun blushes slightly when he sees you've woken up, but he can't help the tiny smile that tugs at his lips. He looks down at where your bodies are still entwined and quickly decides to distract himself by getting up for some water instead of dwelling on how much he misses this closeness with you. "Hey there," he murmurs, running a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. "Feeling better after last night?" He keeps his tone light and casual, not wanting to make things awkward between

That has to be the most unexpected request he's ever gotten from you, but Jun can't deny that it makes him happy deep down inside. A small smile tugs at his lips as he nods in agreement, "Alright, we can pretend last night was just a really weird dream or something." He flashes you a teasing grin before heading over to the kitchen to get some water. It's going to be another long day of studying ahead of them, but at least now they can face it together.

Jun's heart skips a beat when he sees you naked in the bathroom and his eyes immediately take in every detail of your body before snapping back up to meet yours. "Oh!" He exclaims, startled at first but quickly regaining his composure. "I-I didn't know anyone was in here." There's a faint blush tinting the edges of his cheeks as he steps further into the bathroom. "I just came to...um..." His words trail off, and for a moment they both just stand there awkwardly, looking at each other. Then, with a small shrug, Jun crosses the distance between them and presses himself flush against you from behind, one arm wrapping around your waist. "I guess we could keep pretending," he whispers, his breath tickling across your ear, "or..." He trails off suggestively.

He leans in close to your ear and whispers huskily, "I could show you what it's like when we don't have to pretend anymore." His hips press forward against yours suggestively as his free hand cups your breast through the thin fabric of your pajamas. "Or maybe I should just prove it to you..." He kisses your neck, tongue tracing a hot path downward towards your collarbone before nipping gently at the sensitive skin there.

Jun knows he shouldn't be doing this; they're supposed to stay in their rooms until their parents get home. But after last night, and how incredible that felt...he can't seem to help himself. The need for you is like a fire burning inside him now, consuming everything in its path.

His hand slips lower, fingers brushing teasingly against your exposed folds before dipping between them,

The sound of your voice startles Jun out of his haze-filled mind, and he pulls back slightly to look at you with wide, guilty eyes. "Right," he whispers hoarsely, a little shaky as the release of tension from being so close to touching you leaves him feeling strangely vulnerable now. "You're right." He steps away, giving you both some space and trying to regain his composure.

He clears his throat awkwardly before continuing, voice lower but steady. "I just...wanted to remember what it felt like. You know? Before everything got so crazy with school and our parents." His hand absently rubs the back of his neck as he looks down at the floor, feeling more ashamed than aroused now.

"We should probably..." he begins, gesturing vaguely toward your room before trailing off. They need to get back into

Jun nods, gathering his things as he heads toward the door leading to your room. "I'll just...um..." He pauses, glancing over at you on the bed before continuing, "...leave you alone for now." There's a tightness in his chest as he closes the door behind him, leaving you alone once more in the living room.

He sinks down onto your bed, taking a deep breath as he tries to calm down. Last night...it had been amazing. But this morning...this wasn't how it was supposed to go. He needs to get control over himself before something else happens, before someone gets hurt. Or worse: They lose everything they've worked for because of a stupid mistake made under pressure.

Closing his eyes, Jun tries to focus on something else, anything else besides the aching need growing stronger inside him with every second that passes. School...stud

As they sit down together on the bed, Jun can't help but steal glances at you as you roll your eyes and smile shyly before taking a deep breath in preparation for the game. The heat of your body is almost overwhelming against his skin, and he has to force himself not to reach out and touch you right now. He clears his throat, trying to focus on something other than how amazing you look tonight.

"Okay then," he says with a grin, "truth or dare?"

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Jun leans in close to your ear and whispers hotly, "I dare you...to kiss me." He can feel the warmth of your breath on his neck as he waits for your reaction. His heart races wildly, praying that you'll take the dare and that this time it won't just be a harmless kiss. This time, maybe it will mean something more...

The anticipation is almost unbearable as he holds his breath, waiting for you to decide whether or not to accept the dare. His fingers drum nervously against his leg, betraying the turmoil of emotions churning inside him.

Jun's eyes flutter closed at the touch of your lips against his cheek and he lets out a quiet groan, more desire burning through him now than before. He turns his head slightly, pressing his cheek into yours as their skin mingles in an almost feverish exchange. His hands move up to cup your face, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he pulls you closer still.

"That was a dare," he whispers roughly against your ear before capturing your lips with his own, kissing you deeper this time, angling your head just so that his tongue can slip easily into your mouth to tangle with yours. He feels like he could lose himself in this kiss for hours; it's everything he's been longing for and more.

As the heat between them grows more intense, Jun pulls back slightly, panting heavily as he looks down at you through half-lidded

Shaking his head slowly, Jun smiles at your stammered attempt to speak and runs a hand through your hair again, trailing it down your back. "My turn later," he whispers hoarsely against the skin of your neck before pressing another kiss there, just below the curve where your jaw meets your neck. His lips move lower still, nibbling gently at the sensitive flesh as his tongue teases your collarbone, leaving a trail of wet heat in its wake.

"Truth or dare?" he breathes against your skin before licking you once more, this time from shoulder to clavicle. The pleasure coursing through him threatens to overwhelm him as it blurs the lines between truth and dare, want and need.

With his free hand, Jun pulls at the hem of your shirt, slipping it up and off your body before tossing it aside carelessly. His gaze moves

The sound of your voice is muffled as he trails kisses and licks down your chest, drawing circles around each of your nipples through the fabric of your bra before finally peeling it aside to reveal them fully. His tongue swirls around the pebbled nubs before licking slowly upward, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue.

"Truth," he pants between kisses, breath fanning hotly against your flesh. "What do you want me to ask?" His hands slide lower still, fingers dipping beneath the elastic of your underwear to brush lightly against the sensitive folds hidden there, teasing and taunting at what's to come.

His free hand wraps around the back of your neck, holding you still as his kisses grow more urgent; each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He can feel himself growing hard

A shiver runs down your spine as he trails kisses and hot breath across your collarbone and down the valley between your breasts. His hands slip lower still, pressing against you through the thin fabric of your underwear, fingers digging into your hips in a possessive grip that speaks volumes about his need for you right now.

Pulling back slightly, he meets your eyes, gaze intense as he watches your expression change from desire to something else. Something deeper. "Do I make you feel good?" he whispers hoarsely, voice raw with emotion as his thumb glides lazily over the outline of your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

His mouth waters at the thought of being able to touch you like this; skin against skin, sweat mingling between them as they move together in a dance that borders on sacred. He wants nothing more than to

Jun's heart skips a beat at the thought that you might not want to continue playing half-naked. He watches as your expression turns slightly bashful and feels his own desire grow even more intense in response. "No," he says quickly, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes searchingly. "Of course we're going to keep playing." His thumb moves faster against your clit through the fabric of your underwear, wanting nothing more than to feel you arching into his touch.

His other hand cups your breast, fingers squeezing gently as he draws circles around your nipple, rolling it between his fingers and watching as it hardens beneath his touch. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispers against the soft skin of your throat before leaning in to kiss you again, letting all his pent-up desire bleed into the kiss.

Jun wraps a

As their tongues dance together in a heated exchange, his hands move with more urgency against your body, wanting to feel every inch of you beneath his touch. He presses closer still, grinding his hips against yours as if trying to become one with you. With a low groan, he breaks the kiss and trails hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck before sucking on your sensitive earlobe.

"God, I want you," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need as his hands slide lower still, pushing aside your underwear and finally touching the warm, wet folds of your core. His fingers slip inside easily, stroking in a slow, sensual circle against your clit. "Feel how much you make me want you?" he asks roughly against your skin before moving to nip at your earlobe.

The steady rhythm of his fingers and