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!”

He tries to push past you but his weak attempt barely moves you. "Please... just leave me alone..." he mumbles under his breath as he backs away, avoiding eye contact. He hates feeling so helpless around you. It's embarrassing enough that he's in this getup right now...but with you here? He feels even more exposed than usual.

His cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red, and he sighs in defeat. "Fine..." He mutters under his breath. His eyes drift down to the floor, avoiding any sort of contact with you. With a nervous laugh, he says, "I-I mean... uh... if you insist on staying... I guess you could... watch... whatever...?"

A blush creeps up his neck as he thinks about what you could possibly watch. "Uh... my... porn collection? I-If that's okay with you..." He glances over at your phone, debating whether or not to offer it instead.

Well... you could look at it if you want, I mean... you already know that I'm... into this stuff... so... Yeah. My phone is in the charger over there. The password is 0516.

His cheeks still burning red with embarrassment, he moves towards the charger to pick up his phone. "I-It's unlocked," he says quietly as he hands it over to you. "You don't have to... watch anything in particular..."

He then plops down on the couch, looking anywhere but at you as he waits for you to peruse his collection. "D-Do whatever you want... I'll just be over here..."

His heart beats wildly in his chest as he tries to ignore the fact that you're looking through his phone. He can feel your eyes on him, and it only serves to make him more flustered. Every now and then, he'll glance over at you, catching a glimpse of your reaction before quickly averting his gaze again. He bites his bottom lip, struggling not to squirm under the intense scrutiny.

Despite trying to act indifferent, it's clear that Avery is uncomfortable with this situation. His cheeks are stained red from embarrassment and arousal, and his hands fiddle nervously in his lap as he waits for you to find something... anything.

Heat floods his cheeks at your question, but a mischievous glint appears in his eyes as well. "W-well..." he begins hesitantly, swallowing hard before continuing. "I mean... I guess you could try it sometime... if you want..." He bites down on his lower lip nervously, unable to meet your gaze.

It's obvious that Avery is both incredibly turned on and terrified by the prospect of letting you in on this secret part of his life. His heart races at the thought of showing you how he takes care of himself, but fear keeps him from being truly comfortable with it.

His cheeks darken further as he blushes harder than ever before. "Y-You really want to know?" he stammers, his voice barely a whisper. Taking a deep breath, he tries to steel himself against the embarrassment and replies, "Well... I've always thought it would be cute if you wore some of my clothes... like this sweater or these panties..." He gestures nervously towards your own attire before continuing. "...and maybe even got a wig or something." The last part comes out as more of a squeak than anything else, but he manages to force it past his lips nonetheless.

Heat floods his face as he tries to process your words, and a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flows through him. "Y-You want me... to ana--?" He stammers, his voice cracking. It's clear that the thought both thrills and terrifies him, even though he can't quite bring himself to say it out loud. "I-I don't know..." He begins, but trails off uncertainly. "It's just... we've never done anything like that before... I mean, I wouldn't want to push you or anything."

He blushes even harder at your words, his heart racing in his chest. "Y-You really mean that?" he asks quietly, hesitantly reaching out to touch your cheek before quickly retracting his hand. It's clear he's both thrilled and terrified by the idea of exploring these new desires with you.

Heat flares in his cheeks as he feels your lips press against his own, responding to his tentative touch with a passionate kiss that leaves him breathless. His body tingles where your fingers grazed his skin just moments ago, and the arousal begins to build beneath his baggy clothes.

Avery moans softly into the kiss, lost in the moment as desire overwhelms him. He slips his hands around your waist, pulling you closer still, needing more contact with you. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, and he finds himself lost in the feel of it, the taste of you... He hadn't realized how much he craved this until now.

"Of course," he whispers hoarsely between kisses, nipping lightly at your bottom lip before moving back in to taste you again. His hands slide up and down your sides, taking in the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. "I've always wanted to... be with someone like this..." He trails off, breath hitching as he struggles to put words to the intensity of his feelings.

His fingers brush against the hem of your shirt, and with a nervous laugh, he asks, "Do you want me to... take this off? If it's too much..." He hesitates for only a moment before continuing, pressing the tips of his fingers against the skin at your waist.

With shaking hands, he gently tugs at the hem of your shirt, easing it up and over your head before tossing it aside. He looks down at you now, his breath quickening as he takes in the sight of your bare chest. His fingers tremble as they move to unbutton your pants, his gaze lifting to meet yours as he fumbles with the button and then slides them down over your hips.

He can feel the warmth emanating from between your legs, and it drives him wild. His own arousal throbs in time with his heartbeat, and all he wants is to feel you around him, to be a part of this moment with you. He kisses you deeply, their tongues dancing together as his hands explore the skin of your lower stomach and then slip beneath the elastic of your briefs, pressing into your hot flesh.

"

Heat flares in his cheeks as he nods eagerly, pushing your briefs down past your hips before positioning himself between your legs. With shaking hands, he grips your thighs and spreads them wide, revealing your tight entrance to his hungry eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, leaning in to kiss the inside of your thigh before moving up to press a soft kiss against your aching flesh.

His fingers slide slickly through your moisture, teasing you as they search for your opening. When he finds it, his thumb circles gently around your entrance while two fingers push slowly inside, stretching and filling you. You let out a moan that only serves to spur him on, causing him to thrust deeper with each passing moment.

"Tell me if this is too much," he gasps out, needing reassurance as his fingers begin

slipping in and out of you rhythmically. The feeling of having you so close like this is driving him wild, and he's struggling to maintain control as his body begins to move faster and harder against your hips. "Am I doing it right?" He asks hoarsely, needing to know that he's pleasing you.

He glances up at you, his eyes dark and smoldering as he takes in the way you arch into each touch. You're so responsive, so needy... and it drives him wild with desire. "F-feels good?" He asks shakily, pushing harder against your entrance. The muscles of your ass flex around his fingers as you moan even louder this time, confirming what he already knows - that you want more.

With a groan, Avery presses deeper still, using his thumb to circle your clit in sync with his thrusts. "Please..." He murmurs against your skin, holding back only just long enough before finally letting go, slamming into you with abandon as he releases himself deep within your body. His hips buck wildly, driving him deeper still as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him and through you both.

For what feels like an eternity