• 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 looks at you for a moment, feeling his cheeks flush slightly as he remembers your question. "Eh, I'm fine. Just... a bit tired from studying. But it's nothing that a good night's sleep won't fix." His gaze lingers on your face before he glances down at the beer in his hand, taking another swig. *
• "What do you want to watch?" he asks after clearing his throat, trying to keep things casual and lighthearted between you two. The tension from being so pent up is still there, but he does his best not to let it consume him completely as he longs for some sort of physical contact with someone. With anyone. *

• June watches you walk away with those perfectly round and firm ass cheeks wiggling in your jeans. Damn he's a lucky roommate to have such a hot girl around... but he can't help but feel even more pent up now that she's gone. He takes another swig of his beer, trying to distract himself until you return. It doesn't really work though; all he can think about is touching you, feeling your skin against his...*

When you come back into the room wearing that sexy outfit, his mouth goes dry and he has to force himself not to stare too openly at your chest or ass. He swallows hard, clearing his throat before looking up at your face and giving you a crooked smile. "I've missed you." He tries to relax, moving closer to you on the couch. With his free hand, he brushes some strands of hair back from your face, tracing them along your jawline. The contact sends shivers down his spine and feels wonderful against his fingertips, but it isn't enough; it only makes him want more, to touch you everywhere...

He takes another sip of his beer, setting it down on the coffee table between them as he leans closer to you. His eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting yours again. It's taking everything in him not to kiss you right now; his pent up desire is almost overwhelming, but he knows that with exams coming up and college just around the corner, this can't be more than a friendly gesture for now...

*He smirks at your question, the corner of his eye noticing the way that your chest rises and falls with each breath as you lean in closer to him. His fingers brush gently against the fabric of your shirt, tracing invisible shapes on your skin beneath it. "How about a movie?" he suggests, trying to keep his voice casual and quiet despite his inner turmoil of desire. *

He hesitates for a moment, trying to think of something that wouldn't spark too much conversation between them. "How about... 'The Notebook'?" he finally suggests with a faint blush. He hopes the title doesn't give away how badly he needs this sort of release.

He grins, feeling the tension in his body start to ease slightly as you agree on a movie. With a nod, he picks up the remote and begins searching through their collection of DVDs and streaming services until he finds it. Once it's started playing on the screen, they settle back against the couch together, their bodies inches apart as June tries not to think about how much he wants more than just this innocent contact with you...

It's clear that June is struggling to keep his mind on the movie as he listens to your reply. His fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to explore every inch of your body and relieve some of this built-up tension. As he tries to focus on the screen, all he can see are images of you: your face, your neck, the curve of your breast... everything reminds him how badly he needs physical contact right now.

He fights the urge to turn his head and kiss you as he watches the movie with you, his free hand resting lightly on your leg beneath the thin fabric of your shorts. The feeling of your skin against his sends shivers down his spine and makes it difficult for him not to give in to temptation. As the minutes tick by, his desire only grows stronger and more insistent, until he can barely concentrate on anything except for the need for release.

June can't help but smile in response to your comment about the movie. Even though he isn't watching it as closely as he should be, he appreciates that you find it enjoyable. The contact between your bodies becomes more intense, his leg pressed more firmly against yours under the weight of desire. He looks down at where their legs are touching, feeling the heat radiating off of your skin and longs to explore further...

June watches you stand up and retrieve the fallen blanket with an odd mixture of disappointment and relief. Disappointed because it means the contact between your bodies has lessened, but relieved that now he can focus on watching the movie without being consumed by desire for you. As you sit back down again, his gaze lingers on your legs, remembering the way they felt against his own earlier. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before turning his attention back to the screen.

"Is there anywhere else you'd like to watch from?" he asks conversationally, hoping to keep things casual as he tries to resist temptation.

With a nod, he turns his attention back to the screen. The movie continues playing silently in the background as they both try their best not to think about how much they want more than just this innocent contact with each other...but deep down inside, they know it's only a matter of time before one of them cracks under the pressure and gives into temptation. For now though, they can pretend that everything is normal between them; that all the desire and tension swirling around them doesn't exist.

Even though he's trying his best not to think about it, the feel of your hand on your inner thigh catches June's attention. His eyes dart briefly over towards you before quickly returning to the screen. He takes another deep breath and forces himself to focus on what's happening in the movie, even though all he can really think about now is the soft skin of your leg and how close his own hand is to touching it...

"I'm fine, sweetheart," he whispers, his gaze still fixed on the screen as his free hand inches closer to yours. "Just... trying to relax and enjoy the movie." He takes another sip of his beer, using it as an excuse to hide the slight tremor in his voice.

The temptation is almost overwhelming; he can't help but wonder what would happen if he just reached out and touched you...

He swallows hard, feeling the tension in his throat as he does so. The ache between his legs is almost unbearable now; it's been so long since he's had any release and with you sitting so close to him, all but touching... God, it's torture. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "It's just... I haven't been feeling my best lately." It's a pathetic excuse, but the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.

"No, no, it's okay," you reassure him with a soft smile. "I understand." You glance down at your hand resting on your leg and then back up to meet his eyes again. The silent question lingers in the air between you: Do you want me to...?

June hesitates only for a moment before nod

He sucks in a sharp breath as your words hang in the air between them. Desire and need swirl inside of him, demanding release, and for a brief moment he can't bring himself to voice the thought any louder than a whisper.

"Do... you want to help me feel better?" he asks softly, his gaze flickering from your eyes down to your hand on your leg. His heart is hammering against his chest as he waits for your reply; he's hardly dared hope that this moment would come so soon.

The air between them seems to thicken as you consider his question. Your lips part slightly, and June holds his breath in anticipation of what you might say...

June blinks at your words, his expression a mixture of confusion and disappointment as he looks down at his own hand resting on the armrest between you. He takes another deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he reminds himself that it's just a movie; it's not like anything really happened here. Still, he can't help but feel a twinge of regret for even mentioning how he was feeling before. Maybe next time... "I guess I should focus on the movie then," he says with a forced smile. "It is getting pretty good after all." He tries his best to shift his attention back to the screen, but it's hard when all he can think about is the way your leg felt pressed against his and the taste of your lips from their rare but passionate kisses...

The tension between them is thick enough to cut with a knife as your words echo through the room. June's heart skips a beat in his chest, wondering what could possibly make you feel this way. His gaze darts back and forth between your face and the dip of your collarbone visible above the hemline of your top, barely able to resist leaning in closer for another taste of your skin. He takes a deep breath, struggling to maintain some semblance of composure as he answers softly: "Take what?"

The sight of your bare skin takes his breath away; it's more than he can handle. His gaze drifts down over the smooth expanse of your chest, lingering on your nipples which are already hard and erect against the paleness of your flesh. His fingertips itch to touch you, but instead of reaching out, he leans back slightly against the couch cushions. The movement is enough to draw his attention away from your body for a moment as he tries to compose himself, taking another swallow of beer in an attempt to quell the desire burning inside him.

"Take what?" he repeats faintly, clearing his throat hoarsely. "I mean... you're already sharing the blanket with me." He offers a small smile as he searches for something else to focus on besides how naked and beautiful you look right now.

The words you whisper send a shiver down his spine; they're exactly what he needs to hear. With a groan, he sets aside his empty beer bottle and leans forward, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue darts out to stroke along your bottom lip, demanding entrance as desire surges through him like a river out of control. Your skin feels so soft beneath his hands as he cups your face and runs them down the length of your body, skimming over your collarbone and lower still...

He pulls back briefly to look at you, unable to believe how lucky he is to have this beautiful girl in his bed, offering herself up like this. With a needful growl, he drops his head and captures one of your nipples between his teeth, teasing and sucking as his hands work their way lower still...

You moan loudly into the

The sound of your moan fills the air as he continues to tease and nibble at your nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking roughly. Your hips arch off the couch in response, a desperate need for more throbbing between your legs. His fingers dip lower still, trailing lightly over the satin skin of your stomach before dipping lower again, reaching for the waistband of your panties. With one swift tug he pulls them down and off, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze and touch...

Your words send an answering fire coursing through his veins, making it impossible to ignore the need that burns inside him. He looks up at you as he tosses aside your discarded panties, and for a moment, all he can see is the desire in your eyes and the way they light up when he touches you.

With shaking hands, he reaches between your legs, spreading your folds with his fingers and finding your entrance slick with anticipation. He groans deep in his throat as he presses forward, feeling the heat of you surround him as he begins to sink deeper. Your body welcomes him, instinctively closing around his invading finger as it slides inside.

"God, you're so tight," he breathes against your skin, looking down at where their bodies meet. "So fucking perfect." He begins to move his finger in and out of you, feeling the delicate

Together they moan and writhe against each other as he continues to pleasure you with his fingers, feeling your body begin to tighten around him in response. Your nails rake along his back, leaving red lines in their wake that only serve to heighten the desire coursing through his veins. With one more thrust of his finger deeper inside you, he finds your sweet spot and feels you tremble beneath his touch.

His other hand moves up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he watches you writhe in pleasure. The sight of you so open and vulnerable before him is almost too much; he needs to feel more, he needs to be inside you. Without further warning, he pushes his other hand forward, fingers searching out your entrance once more.

"Please," you gasp, arching your back off the couch as he finds what he's looking for and

he presses inside you, feeling the tight heat envelop his fingers. You're so wet and warm around him; it's like he can feel every inch of your body yielding to his touch. He starts to move slowly, drawing back almost all the way before pressing forward again, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever as he takes you, claims you, makes you his. Your nails rake down his back, leaving trails of pleasure and pain in their wake, driving him wild with desire.

With each thrust, he feels you growing tighter around him; the sensation of being so close sends shivers through his body as he grits his teeth against the surge of need threatening to overwhelm him. You moan and cry out beneath him, arching your hips up to meet every movement of his hand, pushing for more, closer...

The ache in his chest grows stronger with

The sight of you in such obvious pleasure drives him wild; he can feel his control slipping as he watches your body respond to his touch. He thrusts harder, faster now, lost in the sensation of being so close to losing himself inside you. Your cries echo through the room, making it impossible for him to pretend that this is anything but what it is: raw, passionate desire and a need that can only be satiated by physical contact.

His hips begin to move in time with his hand, pressing against your ass as he feels you quivering around him. The air in the room grows heavy with anticipation; with every movement he makes, another rush of pleasure shoots through his body, sending tendrils of desire straight to his core. Your nails dig into his shoulders now, drawing tiny droplets of blood as they scrape across his skin, only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through

He groans deep in his throat as you press against him with each thrust of his hand, your inner muscles tightening around his fingers and driving him wild. The sensation of your nails digging into his skin only heightens the pleasure coursing through his body; he can feel himself getting closer to losing control, to being unable to hold back any longer.

With one final thrust of his hand, he pushes inside you as deep as he can go, feeling your heat engulf him as you cry out in ecstasy beneath him. His hips buck violently against you, forcing himself deeper still, relishing the feel of you wrapped around him so tightly. With a shout, he comes, his body shuddering with release as he empties himself into your welcoming body.

For several long moments, they remain entangled together on the couch; sweaty and panting for breath, but still connected

His breath is ragged as he pants above you, his gaze locked on your flushed face and swollen lips. His hand slowly slides out of you, trailing sticky wetness over your thigh before falling to the couch beside him. He looks down at the tent in his boxers, struggling to catch his breath as he debates whether or not he can trust himself to take things any further right now.

"June..." You whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Please." The need in your voice is palpable, and he knows that denying you any longer would only be cruel. With a groan of surrender, he rolls off the couch, landing on the floor with an audible thud beside it. He unfastens his boxers and lets them fall to the carpet, revealing his erection already straining towards you.

"Come here," he whispers roughly