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!”
"Last I checked,I live here so I can come back anytime I want. Why are you flustered so much.?! You look cute like a button so wear whatever you want", I say as I sit on the soft and lean back and relax closing my eyes.
*You perv! You aren't supposed to see me like this!*He hisses, glaring daggers at you. Despite his protests, he can feel a heat rising in his cheeks. What the hell am I doing? Wearing all this just for...him?
His gaze drifts down to your chest before snapping back up, eyes pleading with you to leave him alone.
"Just admit it, you're enjoying all this attention, I can see how hard you are getting there buddy. So just chill and let me enjoy the sight of my cute roommate. If that's what makes you horny then be horny, I know you have the hos for me." I say with a smirk on my face as I take out my phone to surf through it ignoring his protests.
"G-get out pervert!" He shouts angrily at you before turning to storm into his room and slamming the door.
I let out a giggle as he slams his door shut, amused at his tantrums. I'll give him some time to calm down before going to confront him about why he suddenly seems so possessive of me. In the meantime, I might as well enjoy my time alone in our shared space... I take out my throbbing dick and jerk myself as I watch the gay porn where the bratty sub is begging his master to use him like a toy and mess him up. I think he looks like Avery a bit. That thought makes me jerk myself harder
A few tense minutes pass before the soft sound of crying can be heard from Avery's room. You bite your lip, feeling bad for teasing him so much... but damn it felt good to make him lose control like that.
I sigh and decide to go confront him about his behavior, even though it's gonna be really awkward. I knock on his door and enter , "Hey Avery... You alright? Should we talk?"
Still crying softly, he glances at you from the corner of his eye. "I-it's n-nothing... d-don't worry about me..." He sniffles pathetically before turning away again, pretending to be interested in nothing on his bed.
I sit beside him and put my hand on his thigh "It's okay to talk about it, you know that. Just say whatever is bothering you." He shakes his head violently but eventually looks at me. His tears have stopped but there's still sadness in his eyes. I pick him up and place him on my lap and put my arms around his waist as I look at him pouting cutely.
Burying his face into your chest, he whispers, "I-I just... I don't understand why I'm acting like this. It's not normal for me... to feel like this..." He takes a shaky breath, still avoiding looking at you as he tries to compose himself. "It's making me crazy..."
I gently stroke his back as I hug him, "It's okay to feel that way, you know? Sometimes we don't understand our own emotions. But it doesn't mean they aren't real. And hey, maybe this is just a new side of you that you never got to explore before." I kiss his head softly as I keep him close, hoping he takes comfort in my words and presence. I stroke his ass as I feel him press closer to me. "Tell me what do you want.?!"
With his face still buried in your chest, Avery's whole body tenses up. He whimpers and then finally says, "I-I want... I want you..." His voice is so quiet that it's almost a whisper. He closes his eyes, feeling embarrassed but unable to stop the words from spilling out.
I smile softly as I kiss his head, "Then you have me. And it's not a problem if you want something more than just this. We can figure something out together." As I say that I slip my hand between our bodies and fondle his cock over his panties. He groans softly into my chest as I feel how hard he already is, barely contained by the thin material. "Tell me what you want Avery...you can be honest with me." I pull off my top and make him suck my nipples like my baby. "What a fussy baby I have,without a nipple in mouth or cock in him,he starts fussing", I say as I stroke his dick slowly making him moan.
Still hesitant but unable to resist your touch, he whispers back, "I-I want... I want you inside me..." His hips buck against your hand as you stroke his cock through his panties. "Please, Akankshaa... make me yours."
Without waiting for a response, he pulls down his panties and spreads his legs wide open, presenting himself to you in all his eager vulnerability. "Take me," he breathes hoarsely. "Make me yours tonight..."
I grin and slides his panties off, revealing his hard young ass. I reach around and spread him open before taking out my dick. His body tenses up as I rub the head against his puckered hole, teasing and taunting him mercilessly. "Are you sure you want this? Because once we do this, there's no going back." His only response is a moan as he tries to push back onto my cock, begging for release. I move back and start eating out his ass making all slurping and erotic noises as I wat his ass out which makes Avery scream sexually.
With every lick and finger inside him, his need only grows stronger. He gasps for air as you begin to stretch and prepare him for your cock. "Please, I can't take any more!" he whines, arching his back into your touch. But the sensation of being filled so completely... it's unlike anything he's ever felt before.
As you finally slide into his tight heat, he lets out a sharp cry of pleasure that seems to echo throughout the room. Your cock feels huge inside him, stretching him in ways he never knew possible. He tries to meet your thrusts, needing more and more of your thickness with each powerful stroke.
"Fuck," he moans, tossing his head back as sweat beads on his brow. "It's too good..."
I groan as I fuck him hard, hearing his moans and begging just makes me want more and harder. I smack his ass every time I slam inside making it red raw with pleasure and pain. "You're so tight and warm around my dick,Avery. You were made for this cock." I grab his hair and pull him back to meet my thrusts as he pants and moans in delight beneath me. "Since you get fussy without a cock inside you, I'll have to regularly fill your holes up with my seed"
"Fuck," he gasps, eyes rolling back in his head. "Please..." He tightens around your cock as you slam into him harder, begging for the release that only you can give him. His fingers scrape roughly against the bed, leaving tiny scratches on the mattress as he tries to keep control.
His hips jerk erratically when finally, his body tenses and convulses around your cock as his orgasm crashes over him like a wave. He cries out, voice raw from earlier moans, as hot come spurts onto the sheets beneath them. Panting heavily, he opens his eyes to find you looking down at him, a satisfied grin on your face.
"T-that felt..." His voice trails off as his mind races for the right word. All that matters is that he's never felt anything like this before, and he doesn't ever want it to stop. Not even if he tried. "That fucking felt amazing."
I smile down at him as I kiss his lips softly "That's because it was supposed to feel amazing with my cock in you." I grind against him roughly making sure he feels how hard I still am despite cumming inside him earlier. With another thrust, my hips jerk forward and I spill more of my hot seed into his waiting hole as I groan loudly, enjoying every second of our tangled mess together. "Now that's what a real roommate should be like." I pull out slowly making sure to stretch him enough before coming out completely,my semi hard cock slapping against Avery's ass in the process.
Tilting his head back with a moan, he lets out a shuddering breath as you pull free. His fingers tremble as they flutter uselessly beside him on the bed, still dripping with sweat from where they dug into the sheets in ecstasy. "Mmm," he whispers, closing his eyes for a moment before looking up at you. "Do you think... do you think this will happen again?"
There's an almost hopeful note in his voice that makes your heart ache a little bit. But you can see the confusion there as well, and it only serves to make you want him more. You lean down, brushing a lock of sweat-damp hair from his forehead before pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "Of course it will," you murmur reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere."
I gently stroke his cheek, my thumb tracing over the curve of his jaw as I smile down at him. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Avery. And if that means filling your holes with my cock whenever you need it... well," I say teasingly before leaning in to nibble on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. "I think we can both live with that. You're my cumdump from this moment on. Whenever I need to cum, it'll be inside your holes" He whispers dirty things into his ears making Avery moan. "Now what do you want me to do with my messy boy?"
"Clean me up," he whispers hoarsely, fingers trailing down your arm before skimming over your chest and stomach. "Then make love to me again." His voice is needy, pleading as he gazes up at you with those hazel eyes filled with desire. He curls closer, pressing his body flush against yours once more.
His movements are slow, teasing, as he trails kisses and soft nips across your chest and neck. "I want to feel you inside me again," he says roughly, hips grinding suggestively into your thigh. "And I want it to be like this... forever."
"Forever, huh? Well, then we better make this next time even better than the last." I say with a grin before picking him up in my arms again and taking him to the shower where we'll clean each other thoroughly. I run my fingers through his hair as he leans against me, resting his head on my shoulder. "So what do you want to do once we get back? Wanna watch some TV with my cock stuffed in your mouth?"
"Well," he begins, biting his lower lip before continuing softly. "We could play a game... maybe?" He hesitates for a moment, chewing on his words as if they taste strange in his mouth. "Or we could just... talk? I never really had someone to talk to before..." His voice trails off, uncertainty lacing every syllable.
The thought of actually opening up to you—actually trusting someone with his secrets and fears—is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. But the way your hands feel on him... the way your body feels pressed against his... it makes it easier, somehow. And as long as he has that, maybe this strange new feeling inside of him won't be so bad after all.
I smile and kiss his forehead, "Of course we can talk if you want to, I'm here for you." As he leans against me I guide us back towards our room and set him down on the bed as I get off with him. "We could play cards or maybe some truth or dare?" I wink and crawl next to him, pulling the covers over both of us before cuddling close. "Just remember that whatever you say or do tonight... it won't change how I feel about you." I hold his hand tightly and let my fingers intertwine with his giving reassurance.
Maybe it's the afterglow of the incredible sex, or maybe it's simply the comfort of having someone so close to him... but for whatever reason, Avery finds himself opening up more and more as he lies there in your arms. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly before confessing softly, "I never really thought that I could be with anyone like this..." His cheeks flush hot, embarrassed by the admission even though it's true. "And I... well," he hesitates again, searching for the right words as his gaze drifts downward to your chest before darting back up to meet yours. "I think I like being close to you... more than I thought I would." There, he's said it. The words hang in the air between them, heavy and significant.
But instead of making him feel self-conscious or exposed, your touch somehow seems to make everything better. You don't laugh at him, or tease him... you just hold him closer, stroking his hair as if he were the most precious thing in the world. It's almost enough to make him believe that maybe this feeling isn't so strange after all.