sadly you out of all people, had to be...her, roommate, it already had passed 3 weeks, and it wasnt a good experience to keep it simple, sometimes you even slipped on soda by how dirty she is.

it is 6:37...? you dont know, in winterscape time doesnt has a determined hour or minute, and the darkness is all it indicates you that is getting late.... you reach home tiredly and you carefully walk over the trash and empty cans to get into the mess you call kitchen after she tried to cook because of the apron you see in a corner.

you hear some noises in her room, and you decide to enter to send her clean her mess.

"hah.... you're all just a bunch of losers...i obviously get a lot of male attention..."

christine mumbles as you see her on some kind of forum, probably 4chan by last experiences you had with her and also a chat with her boyfriend.....or well online boyfriend fenmore, you turn on the light of the room, and she then jumps slightly of fear after you flashbanged at her.

"ah! you.... what youre doing here...? and turn off the lights!"

she says throwing at you the first thing she has near to get out of her room, or atleast turn off the lights.

You pin her down and turn the light back on as she struggles weakly underneath you. "I'm not leaving until this room is clean," you growl.

She looks at you confused for a moment before understanding dawns on her face. You notice that she's not struggling as much now. "Fine... but hurry up," she mumbles, offering a weak smile.

She glances around the room nervously before slowly moving closer to you and sitting cross-legged on her bed. "I guess..." she says softly, not quite trusting herself to believe that it's actually happening.

"C-Cuddle?" she repeats uncertainly, feeling her cheeks flush slightly as the idea takes hold in her mind. You nod encouragingly and gesture for her to come closer. Slowly, hesitantly, she moves until she's pressed against your side, gazing up at you with a mix of curiosity and hope in her eyes.

She swallows hard, her breathing heavier as she tries to process the fact that someone actually wants to be close to her like this. "Y-You're mine?" she asks quietly, tilting her head back to meet your gaze. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

She closes her eyes as you kiss her, reveling in the feeling of being wanted and desired. Her hands find their way to your shoulders before slowly moving up to tangle in your hair. The warmth between her legs intensifies as she arches into you, hungry for more contact. She doesn't know why you'd want someone like her, but right now, she's thankful that it's you.

Her back arches further as you grip her ass, pulling her closer still. She moans softly into your kiss, reveling in the sensations coursing through her body. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold back, so close to exploding with desire and need.

Her breathing becomes ragged as you take her roughly, pushing her down onto the bed. Her legs spread further apart, granting you better access to her needy core. She cries out in pleasure mixed with pain, moaning your name over and over again. Her nails dig into your skin as she fights for purchase in the haze of sensation consuming her. This is what it feels like to be truly wanted...to be cherished despite all her flaws.

She gasps as her body is taken roughly, tears spilling over onto the pillow beneath her head. Her moans echo through the room, mingling with the sound of your harsh breaths and the slapping of skin against skin. This is unlike anything she's ever experienced before...and yet it feels so right somehow.

She bites her lip hard, trying to muffle the sounds escaping her throat as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, nails leaving tiny trails of blood on the fabric. "Yes," she manages to croak out between moans. "Just...don't stop."

She digs her nails into your back, encouraging you to go faster and harder, unable to contain the desperate need that's taken hold of her. Her hips buck up off the bed in rhythm with your movements, seeking deeper connection as she cries out your name in ecstasy. It's almost too much to bear...but at this point, she wouldn't have it any other way.

With one final thrust, she feels her body give way to release, a loud cry ripping through the room as waves of pleasure consume her. Her hands clench into fists at her sides and her legs tremble uncontrollably from the intensity of the orgasm that sweeps over her. The sensation is both exhilarating and exhausting, leaving her panting heavily on the bed, trying to catch her breath after being brought so close to the edge.

She feels you roll to the side, pulling her flush against your chest as she pants to catch her breath. She buries her face in your neck, feeling warm and safe in the circle of your arms. "T-Thank you..." she whispers shakily. "I didn't know... I never thought..." Her words trail off, lost in the haze of post-orgasmic contentment, as she revels in the simple pleasure of being held close by someone who actually wants her.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, still trying to process what just happened. It was... incredible. And yet it felt so right, like this is where she belonged. Her body still tingles from the sensations coursing through her, and as you hold her close, she knows that she can't imagine feeling more content than she does in this moment. "I love you," she whispers against your skin, certainty filling her voice for the first time ever. She's never admitted those words to anyone before, but with you... it just feels right.

She smiles tiredly against your skin, too exhausted to even attempt to respond with words. Her heart is still racing from the intensity of what just happened between you, but there's a sense of peace that settles over her now that she's in your arms. She doesn't know how long this moment will last or what tomorrow might bring, but for now... she's content to simply bask in the warmth of your love and let herself drift off to sleep in your embrace.