Sweat dripped down Jiwoo's forehead and trickled slowly into his black compression shirt, Jiwoo quickly wiping the sweat away with the back of his hand. Jiwoo had just finished his early morning workout at the gym, jogging to and from the gym too, so naturally he was sweating buckets. Jiwoo walked down the hallway of the building with his phone in hand, scrolling through the nudes he took in the gym shower and finding two to make {{user}} choose between. Jiwoo put in the keypad password for his apartment, smiling as he saw {{user}} lounging on the couch and watching TV.

"Hey, {{user}}, what do you think of these? Should I post the first or second one on my OnlyFans?" Jiwoo said with a teasing smirk as he walked and stood behind {{user}} and put his phone in their face, Jiwoo swiping through the naked shower pictures to show {{user}}, knowing {{user}} would be annoyed.

Jiwoo smirked at his roommate before answering him with confidence. "I just set my phone on a ledge near the mirror and let you do your thing. Plus," he added, tilting his head to the side and looking at Fane out of the corner of his eye, "it's not illegal to take pictures in public places, is it?" He paused for a moment before continuing with another teasing smirk on his lips, "Unless you were committing a crime or something..."

Jiwoo burst out laughing at his roommate's indignant response, doubling over and taking a moment to catch his breath. "Oh my god, you are literally the whiniest person ever," he chuckled between gasps. "Besides, if it really bothers you that much," he said with a sly grin, tilting his head, "I could just not post them." The smirk widened on his lips as he watched Fane's expression change from annoyance to surprise.

Jiwoo paused for a moment, considering the suggestion. "Well," he said slowly, his voice laced with mock reluctance as he met Fane's gaze, "I guess...if you're really that upset about it..." He glanced down at the phone in his hand and then back up at his roommate before shrugging nonchalantly. "Fine." With a smirk, he reached out and tapped an invisible icon on the screen, deleting the photo from the camera roll. "There," he said triumphantly. "All better now?"

Jiwoo hummed, apparently satisfied with himself. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned to face the TV again, giving Fane a faintly smug look. "So what's on?" he asked casually, making no effort to hide his amusement at having gotten the better of his roommate this time.

Jiwoo chuckled under his breath as he saw the outline of Fane's panties peeking through their roommate's shorts. He knew that just this sight alone would annoy the living shit out of Fane, so he couldn't resist teasing them a bit more. "Well," Jiwoo drawled lazily, not taking his eyes off the TV screen, "maybe you should focus on your studies and stop worrying about what I'm looking at." He smirked to himself as he watched Fane's back stiffen slightly in annoyance before turning away and trying to ignore him.

Jiwoo continued to tease his roommate, occasionally letting out a little snort of amusement whenever he'd catch them glancing over in annoyance. "You know," he drawled lazily, pretending not to be paying attention, "I bet if you showed me your panties right now, I might stop being such a distraction." He let out another quiet chuckle, feeling pretty smug about how well this was going so far.

Jiwoo paused the TV with his remote and whistled lowly as he stared at Fane's panties-clad ass. He leaned back on the couch, adjusting himself slightly in his boxers. "Well now," he drawled slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "That's quite the offer." His eyes flickered up to meet Fane's for a moment before dropping back down to their roommate's ass. "I think... I might take you up on that," he said with a sinister smile, reaching over to grab the hem of his shirt and lift it off his body in one fluid motion. Jiwoo tossed his shirt onto the couch next to him, revealing his broad shoulders, veiny arms, and a torso covered in pale blue and pink cybersigilist tattoos. He sat up

Jiwoo smirked, leaning forward and grabbing the waistband of Fane's panties. He pulled them down slowly, revealing his pale blue and pink cybersigilist tattoos covering their smooth, pale skin. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," he purred, reaching out to trace one finger along the dip of Fane's lower back before continuing, pulling off their shorts completely. Jiwoo took in their roommate's appearance, admiring their slim figure and soft skin.

He wrapped his fingers around Fane's waist and pulled them closer, feeling their warmth against his skin. "I think we can negotiate a different deal," he whispered into Fane's ear before capturing it between his teeth and gently nipping at the lobe.

Jiwoo laughed, letting go of their waist and sliding back on the couch again. "Oh, you have no idea," he chuckled, looking his roommate up and down once more before shrugging casually. "You can keep 'em for now." He paused, considering what to say next. "Besides," he added with a grin, "if it'll make you feel any better, I'm sure we could find something else for me to tease and annoy you about. Plenty of things on the internet these days." The corners of his mouth curved into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow suggestively at Fane.

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow at his roommate and smiled playfully as he took the remote back. "Is that so?" he drawled, kicking off his shoes and stretching out across the couch with a satisfied sigh. "Fine by me." He clicked the power button on the TV again, and it sprang to life, showing a busty anime girl strutting down the street in a tiny outfit. Jiwoo watched her for a moment before turning back to his roommate with a mischievous glint in his eye. "But just remember," he purred, running his fingers through Fane's hair and mussing it slightly, "if you want me to stop...all you have to do is ask."

Jiwoo grinned at his roommate in amusement before responding with an exaggerated sigh. "Fine," he said, sitting up and tossing the remote onto the coffee table. "But just this once, okay?" He stood up and stretched again, walking over to their closet to grab a pair of sweatpants. As he pulled them on, he asked casually, "So what are we having for dinner tonight? You want me to order some delivery or should I make something myself?" His grin never left his face as he glanced back at Fane, clearly enjoying every second of their little power struggle.

Jiwoo raised an eyebrow at the offer before shrugging nonchalantly and heading to the kitchen anyway. "Sure, spaghetti sounds good," he called out as he began rummaging through the cupboards for pasta and sauce. Once he had everything set up on the countertops, he glanced over at Fane with a smirk on his lips. "So how was your workout today? Get any new admirers in the gym?" He paused for a moment before asking with mock innocence, "Or did you find yourself needing to give anyone a little motivation to keep going too?"

His tone was light and playful, but there was an undertone of satisfaction running through it as he watched Fane blush slightly at his teasing.

"Oh, you know me," he replied casually as he pulled out a pan from one of the cupboards and set it on the stovetop. "Can't resist a nice view like that." His voice was light and amused, but there was an undeniable undertone of appreciation in his words. He glanced over at Fane with another sly grin, knowing full well how uncomfortable it made their roommate feel. "But enough about that," he continued, pouring oil into the pan and giving it a swirl before adding the pasta. "What's new with you? Any interesting streamers or fans catch your eye lately?"

The teasing had become almost second nature to him now, but there was also a genuine curiosity buried beneath it all. Jiwoo found himself enjoying their little back-and-forth as much as he did watching Fane's reactions during

As you were busy with the dishes, Jiwoo decided to try his luck at flirting with you. "Hey, Fane," he called out casually as he walked over to the kitchen counter, resting his elbows on it and watching you work with a grin on his face. "You know, I've always thought your voice is really sexy when you talk dirty." He paused for dramatic effect before adding with a wink, "Maybe if you practiced that skill more, you could start charging people to listen to you."

The teasing was clearly meant to annoy and embarrass you, but there was also an undertone of genuine curiosity in his voice. Jiwoo found himself fascinated by your reactions to his comments, even though he knew it might make things awkward between you two at times. And at the end he lightly spanked your ass

Jiwoo smirked and stepped closer to you, his voice dropping an octave as he answered, "Well, since it's part of your own anatomy...I guess that means I can touch it whenever I want." He leaned in even closer, tracing a finger down the center of your backside before reaching out and giving it a light slap. "And if you don't like it," he added with a chuckle, "you could always ask me to stop."

Jiwoo paused, taking in your reaction. He considered his options for a moment before leaning forward and pressing his lips against the nape of your neck, breathing warm air onto your skin. "Fine," he whispered, sliding his hands around to gently cup your ass. "I'll stop...for now." His fingers danced across your skin, teasing and taunting you as he leaned back against the counter and looked down at you.

A small part of him wondered if maybe things could be different between you two. If perhaps they could find some sort of balance where you could both tolerate each other's antics without it becoming too much. But then again, that was just wishful thinking. It wasn't like anything would ever really change...right?

His hands remained on your ass as he watched you work, occasionally giving a gentle squeeze or massaging circles against your skin

Jiwoo decided to tease you again, but this time he would enter the shower while you were taking a shower.

Jiwoo took off his clothes and slowly opened the shower door, stepping into the bathroom and admiring your body as you washed up in the shower stall. He licked his lips, feeling a familiar stirring in his loins as he watched you soap yourself up, the water streaming down your curves and collecting at the dips of your hips, between your full breasts, and over the smooth curve of your ass.

He walked closer to you, reaching out to let his fingertips graze along the nape of your neck before sliding down your back, following the line of your spine until they met with the hem of your shirt. Jiwoo paused for a moment, debating whether or not he should go any further, but ultimately decided that it would be too much fun to resist. With a grin, he lifted his hand up and tugged at the fabric of your shirt,

sliding it up and over your head before discarding it onto the tile floor. Your breasts were now exposed to his gaze, pale pink nipples erect from the cool air of the bathroom. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours, the hot water from the shower mixing with his breath as he murmured, "Tell me what you want, Fane."

His hands moved lower now, cupping your ass through the thin fabric of your panties and squeezing gently. "Tell me if this is too much," he whispered, a note of pleading in his voice as he tried not to lose control entirely. The teasing was driving him crazy, but there was something about the vulnerability of you standing here naked under the stream of water that made it all worthwhile.

He wanted more than just this game they played; he wanted to know what it would be

Jiwoo chuckled darkly and leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he said, "You don't mean that." He slid a hand underneath the thin fabric of your panties, tracing slow circles around your clit before slipping a finger inside you. You cried out softly at the intrusion, arching your back into his touch.

"See?" he whispered against your neck, "I knew you wanted it." His other hand gripped your ass more firmly, pressing you deeper into his touch as he began to thrust his finger in and out of you in a steady rhythm. Jiwoo bit down on his lower lip to stifle his groan; this was much better than any shower sex fantasy he'd ever had.

He leaned forward again, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he continued to take you apart with his fingers and