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His face turned into one of horror, pouting as you turned your back towards him. You were wearing your shorty shorts, some of the plush of your ass peeked out, almost mocking him. Choso wanted to reach over and squeeze it, grind his twitching dick on you. But he knew better than to do so without your permission. 

The warm lit lamp illuminated the place as your faux gentle snores filled the quiet room. Choso stared down at the very prominent bulge. If you weren’t going to take care of him, he might as well do it himself. Slowly, he slid down his pants just enough to free his leaking cock. The tip was an angry shade of red, previously a pretty pink. The poor boy was wet. 

With his lips tucked in between his teeth, his hand stroked the sensitive area. He winced when a wet noise escaped. Regardless, he kept fisting himself all while you “slept.” 

You tried your best not to turn around to catch the boy in action, but listening in was enough. 

“Ah-” Choso moaned, watching the way the extra skin moved at every stroke, covering his tip. He quickened the pace, imagining it was your hand instead of his. He missed the warmth of your pussy, cursing the girl for making him miss out on sex. If he wasn’t dumb and had shut down the flirting right away, you would have been bouncing on his lap right now. 

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, feeling himself grow close. His free hand had slapped itself over his mouth, quieting down his needy sounds. After brushing repeatedly over his jacob’s latter, envisioning you licking at it, cum shot out. A lot. 

Choso never came hard like this. 

You could feel something land on your arm, but you stayed still. Choso panted, chest heaving up and down, hand still not stopping. His cock stayed hard. 

The cum on your arm caught his eye, wondering how you’d look if it had landed on your face instead. Would you have stuck out your tongue for him like you always did? Or would you prevent him from finishing? 

“Mmm.. fuck.” HIs eyes rolled to the back of his head, shutting his eyes close as he shot out blanks. 

His body was trembling, yet he still didn’t want to stop. 

Right before his cramping hand started again, yours wrapped around the base, making him gasp. “Baby? I thought you were-” 

“It’s hard to sleep when my boy is so needy.” You shifted so you were face first with the tip, giving it a small kitten lick. “I forgive you.” 

Touching yourself had been a half-hearted attempt, fingers circling your clit slow and lazy under the covers, but it only made it worse. The empty feeling inside you, the greedy clench of your walls around nothing, it all screamed for something real, something warm and thick and pulsing... something attached to the sweet, shy boy sleeping just across the hall.

You and Choso had an understanding. Loose, unspoken in the daylight but ironclad once the lights went out. If either of you was in the mood, you could wake the other. No questions, no awkward mornings after unless you both wanted them. 

Sometimes he’d crawl into your bed with that flushed face and those dark eyes wide with nervous want, mumbling something about how he couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

Other times you’d let him sleep through it, sliding down onto his cock while he dreamed and watching the moment his lashes fluttered open in hazy, blissful confusion. He always came harder that way, hips jerking up like he was chasing the feeling even before his brain caught up.

Tonight, you were too desperate to wait for morning.

You slipped out of bed on quiet feet, wearing nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed the tops of your thighs. It was his t-shirt actually, the one he’d left draped over the couch yesterday after doing laundry. It still smelled faintly of his detergent and that warm, clean scent that was just him. 

The hallway floor was cool under your bare soles as you padded toward his room, heart already picking up pace, pussy slick enough that you could feel it starting to drip down your inner thigh with every step.

His door was cracked open like always. Choso hated feeling closed in.

Moonlight cut through the blinds in thin silver stripes across his bed. He was sprawled out on his back, one arm flung above his head, the other resting loose on his stomach. His black hair, those signature stringy strands usually tied up in two high ponytails, had come loose in sleep, fanning across the pillow and sticking slightly to his forehead. 

The blood mark across the bridge of his nose looked almost soft in the dark, like a secret painted there just for you to see when no one else was watching. He wore an old black t-shirt, rucked up high enough to expose the lean muscle of his abdomen and the faint trail of dark hair disappearing into his boxers. 

One leg was kicked out, the other bent, and the thin fabric of his boxers was already tenting slightly, like his body knew you were coming even if his mind was still lost in dreams.

You eased the door shut behind you with a soft click, then crossed the room on silent steps until you stood beside his bed. For a long moment you just looked at him. 

Your overly doting roommate, the one who made you breakfast with that shy little smile every weekend, who folded your laundry with careful hands even when you told him he didn’t have to. 

The same one who’d blush crimson if you caught him staring too long, but who you’d deliberately leave your lace panties scattered around the apartment for anyway. Hot pink ones, black ones with delicate bows, soft cotton thongs. Whatever you knew would make his cock twitch hardest when he thought you weren’t looking. 

You’d come home more than once to find him in his room, door not quite latched, hand wrapped around that thick, leaking length while he pressed your stolen panties to his face or rubbed them along his shaft, hips stuttering and quiet, broken little whimpers slipping out between bitten lips.

God, he was so shy about it. So sweet. And so fucking horny for you it made your stomach flip.

You reached out first, palm sliding slow and gentle over the front of his boxers. Even through the fabric he was warm, already half-hard. His cock twitching under your touch like it was reaching for you. 

A soft, sleepy sound escaped him, brows pinching faintly. You rubbed a little firmer, feeling him swell and thicken under your hand, the head of his cock nudging insistently against the waistband as precum started to dampen the material in a small, dark spot.

His hips shifted. Lashes fluttered but didn’t open. You could see the way his stomach tensed, muscles jumping under smooth skin.

Carefully, you hooked your fingers into the elastic and tugged his boxers down just enough to free him. His cock sprang up heavy against his abdomen. Long, thick, flushed a deep rose at the tip where a fat bead of pre was already welling. The veins along the shaft stood out faintly, pulsing with his heartbeat. 

You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking once, twice, slow and slick from the pre that smeared over your palm. Another bead welled up immediately, trickling down the side of the head. 

Choso let out a low, unconscious groan, hips rolling up into your fist like even in sleep he couldn’t help chasing the pleasure.

You were soaked. Your thighs were slick with it, clit throbbing in time with every lazy pump of your hand around him. You couldn’t wait anymore.

Swinging one leg over his hips, you settled yourself above him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his waist. The hem of his t-shirt rode up your thighs as you reached down, guiding the blunt head of his cock through your folds.

You were dripping, already wet enough that the first slow drag of him against your entrance made an embarrassingly loud, slick sound. You bit your lip, circling your hips to coat him thoroughly, letting the head nudge and catch against your clit until sparks shot up your spine.

Then you sank down.

The stretch was perfect, you took him slowly, it burned delicious, inch by inch sinking further in, your tight walls fluttering and clenching greedily around the thick invasion.

A shaky breath left you when you finally bottomed out, ass flush against his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside your greedy cunt. He felt so good. So full. You sat there for a moment, just breathing, letting yourself adjust while your pussy fluttered around him in little pulses.

Choso’s lashes twitched again. A soft, confused sound bubbled up. A half whimper, half sigh slipped from his parted lips. His hands shifted on the sheets like he was searching for something in his dreams, you rocked your hips experimentally, a tiny, shallow roll that dragged his cock along your walls and made you both moan quietly.

You started slow. Gentle, rising just enough to feel the drag, then sinking back down with a wet, filthy sound that filled the quiet room. Your hands braced on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your palms.

Every downward glide made your clit grind against his pelvis, sending little shocks of pleasure through you. His cock throbbed inside you, leaking steadily, making everything even slicker.

Choso’s head tipped back against the pillow, lips parting on a deeper groan. His hips jerked up once, instinctive, driving him just a little deeper and pulling a soft cry from your throat. 

You leaned down, pressing your forehead to his, breathing in the sleepy-warm scent of him as you rode him with careful, rolling motions. Drawing it out, savoring every girthy slide, every twitch of his cock against your sensitive walls.

His eyes were still closed, but his breathing had changed in shallower, faster inhales. One hand lifted slowly, fingers brushing clumsily against your thigh like he was only half-aware of what his body was doing. You caught it gently, guiding his palm up under your shirt to cup your breast. His thumb brushed your nipple on instinct and you whimpered, clenching hard around him.

“That’s it, baby,” you whispered against his mouth, voice husky and low. “Feel how wet I am for you? Couldn’t sleep without this cock…”

Another slow grind. Another wet slide. His cock jerked hard inside you, precum flooding your insides as his body responded even if his mind was still floating somewhere between dream and waking.

You kept the pace torturously slow, savoring the way he filled you so perfectly, the way his shy, sweet body reacted to you even in sleep. Hips twitching up to meet yours, cock swelling thicker, balls drawing up tight. You could feel your own orgasm building in lazy, coiling waves, every drag of his length against that spot inside you making your thighs tremble.

You weren’t going to wake him yet.

Not until you’d taken exactly what you needed.

You kept riding him slow at first, savoring every thick inch as your tight, slick cunt swallowed his big cock over and over. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room, the soft, filthy squelches that escaped, every time you sank down until your ass met his hips, your dripping pussy creaming around the base of him.

So much precum was leaking from his tip that it mixed with your own arousal, making everything slippery and warm, coating his shaft in a shiny mess that dripped down to soak his balls and the sheets beneath him.

Your hands pressed flat against his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart under your palms as you rolled your hips in lazy circles. Each grind dragged your swollen clit perfectly over the faint, dark happy trail just above his cock, sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight up your spine.

It felt so fucking good, his thick length stretching you open, rubbing against every sensitive spot inside while your clit got that perfect friction. A broken moan slipped from your lips, louder than you meant it to be, echoing softly off the walls.

That was what finally pulled him awake.

Choso’s lashes fluttered, dark eyes cracking open in a hazy, sleepy daze. For a second he just stared up at the ceiling, brow furrowed like he was trying to piece together the dream that felt way too real, then his gaze dropped down and landed on you, straddling him, his t-shirt hiked up around your waist, your soaked pussy stuffed full of his cock.

A low, guttural groan tore from his throat the moment awareness hit. “Nnghh—fuck…” His voice was rough with sleep, cracked and deep, sending a fresh gush of wetness around his length. He could feel it now, every tight, fluttering clench of your cunt constricting around him like a vice, milking every drop of precum that kept spilling from his tip. His hips twitched up on instinct, pushing himself just a little deeper into your greedy heat.

Your name left his lips in a shaky groan, soft and laboured. “...baby…”

His arms came up immediately, one big hand sliding up the back of your thigh while the other cupped the soft curve of your ass, fingers digging in just enough to feel possessive without being rough, he shifted beneath you, planting his feet flat on the mattress so he could get more comfortable, letting his body sink deeper into the bed while still cradling you on top of him.

It was like he was offering himself up completely, letting you use his cock however you wanted, no questions, no hesitation, just that sweet, shy devotion that made your chest ache even as your pussy throbbed around him.

You didn’t stop moving. If anything, the moment his hands were on you, you started riding him harder, rising up until just the tip of his cock kissed your entrance, then slamming back down with a wet slap, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Your moans came louder now, unrestrained, mixing with the slick sounds of your dripping cunt fucking itself on his thick length. Each bounce made your tits jiggle under his borrowed shirt, nipples hard and brushing against the fabric.

Choso’s eyes were half-lidded, dark and glassy with lust, but still so soft as they stayed locked on your face. His thumbs stroked slow circles on your skin, one hand squeezing your ass encouragingly while the other slid higher, slipping under the hem of the shirt to rest warm against your lower back.

“Shit… you’re so wet,” he mumbled, voice thick and sleepy, cheeks already flushing that pretty pink you loved. His cock twitched hard inside you, another heavy spurt of precum flooding your walls as you ground down especially deep, clit rubbing messy circles against his happy trail. “Feels… nghh… feels too good… didn’t even wake me up first…”

He groaned your name again, quieter this time, almost like a prayer, his grip tightening on your ass as he helped guide your movements, just enough to meet your bounces with small, eager thrusts from below. Not taking over. Never taking over. Just letting you fuck his cock like you owned it, because in his shy, horny little heart, you basically did.

Your hands stayed braced on his chest, nails digging in lightly as you picked up the pace, riding him harder now. Fast, desperate rolls of your hips that made your slick drip down his shaft in messy rivulets.

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, your moans, his broken whimpers, and the constant wet squelch of your tight pussy taking every inch he had to give.

Choso’s head tipped back against the pillow, lips parted, that blood mark across his nose standing out as his face flushed darker. But his eyes never left you, watching with that adoring, overwhelmed look, like he still couldn’t believe this was real, like he was the luckiest guy in the world to wake up buried inside his greedy roommate’s cunt.

And he let you keep going. Let you use him, let you chase that building pleasure while his hands roamed softly over your thighs and ass, whispering your name like it was the only word he knew.

Your movements were growing sloppy, hips losing their steady rhythm as exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure started to blur together. You were still chasing it, chasing that tight coiling heat that built deep in your belly, because Choso’s cock was perfect. Thick and long and curved just right to drag against every sensitive spot inside your dripping cunt with every bounce.

Your slick was everywhere now, coating his shaft, his balls, the faint happy trail you kept grinding your swollen clit against in messy little circles. The wet sounds were louder, filthier, your greedy pussy squelching obscenely around him as you rode him harder, faster, desperate for that edge.

He noticed the second you started leaning more into him, your body growing heavier, thighs trembling from the effort. His dark eyes softened even as they stayed glued to where you two were joined, watching your tight, slick folds stretch around his thick cock every time you sank down.

“Mhm… tired already, sweet girl?” His voice was still husky with sleep, low and gentle, but there was that familiar shy fondness threaded through it. One hand stroked soothingly up the back of your thigh while the other stayed planted on your ass, helping guide you just a little.

You whimpered, a soft, needy sound that made his cock twitch hard inside you. “Mngh… feels s’good, Cho…” you mewled, the words slurred and breathy as you ground down especially deep, clit rubbing perfect friction against his skin.

“Yeah…” he breathed, almost reverent, watching the way your pussy took every inch of him so greedily, your arousal dripping down his shaft in shiny rivulets. “You look so pretty like this… riding my cock like you can’t get enough.”

His hands slid slowly up your back under the oversized t-shirt, warm palms pressing you down against his chest until your bodies were flush together.

The new angle made him feel even deeper, pressing right against that spot that made your toes curl, you let out a shaky moan, forehead dropping to rest against his collarbone for a second before he tilted your chin up gently.

“Come here, baby… gimme a kiss.”

You obliged without hesitation, leaning in until your lips crashed into his in a messy, desperate kiss. Choso sighed into your mouth, the sound vibrating through his chest as one hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair to pull you even closer. The other arm wrapped tight around your waist, holding you securely against him like he never wanted to let go.

Then he moved.

His hips rolled up in a smooth, powerful thrust, driving his cock nearly all the way out before slamming back into your dripping cunt with a wet slap.

You moaned loud into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his lips as he kissed you deeper, his slender tongue licking into your mouth, sucking gently on your tongue in that slow, filthy way that always made your brain short-circuit.

His hand tightened in your hair, not pulling, just anchoring you to him while he fucked up into you with steady, deep strokes that had your slick gushing around his thickness.

Your arms wrapped around his chest, hands clutching at the fabric of his rucked-up t-shirt as you melted further into him, your body going pliant and soft against his, letting him take some of the work while you still rocked your hips to meet every thrust.

The kiss turned wetter, sloppier, tongues sliding together as little whimpers and moans spilled between you, Choso’s breathing was ragged against your lips, his cock throbbing and leaking inside your tight heat, every upward snap of his hips making your clit grind against his pelvis in the most perfect rhythm.

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust, cheeks flushed that pretty shade of pink. “That’s it… just like that,” he murmured, voice shaky and sweet. “Use me, baby. Feels so good when you’re this wet for me…”

You could feel yourself getting closer, walls fluttering and clenching around his big cock as he kept thrusting up into you, slow, deep and devastating. All while his big hands roamed your back and waist, holding you close like you were the most precious thing in his world.

Your moans mixed with his quiet groans, bodies moving together in the dark, slick and messy and so fucking intimate it made your heart ache right alongside the pleasure.

Choso kissed you again, softer this time, like he was pouring every bit of his shy, doting love into it, because even when he was buried balls-deep inside his greedy roommate’s cunt at one in the morning, he was still your sweet boy.

He held you so close, arms wrapped tight around your body like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go even a little. Cradled against his chest, your face tucked into the warm curve of his neck and shoulder, you felt completely surrounded by him, by his scent, his heat, the steady thud of his heart under your cheek.

Choso’s hips started moving with more purpose now, thrusting up into your dripping cunt in deep, measured strokes that had his thick cock dragging along every inch of your walls.

You were moaning openly against his skin, soft little sounds spilling out with every thrust. The lewd, wet sounds of your pussy and his cock filled the room with obscene squelching and slapping as your slick mixed with all the precum he kept leaking, making everything slippery and messy.

Each time he bottomed out, the head of his cock nudged right against your cervix, a sharp, delicious pressure that made your toes curl and your walls flutter hard around him.

Drool was slipping from the corner of your mouth onto his chest, soaking into the fabric of his rucked-up t-shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it made him groan low in his throat, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head while the other stayed splayed across your lower back, petting slow, soothing circles over your skin under the shirt.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he murmured into your hair, voice rough but so impossibly gentle. “Just let go… I’ve got you.”

His thrusts never faltered, kept it deep and steady, hips rolling up to grind against your clit with every plunge, the faint happy trail providing that perfect friction while his cock kept bullying that sensitive spot deep inside. Your moans grew higher, needier, body trembling in his arms as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

Choso kept petting you the whole time, with gentle strokes along your spine, fingers threading through your hair, thumb brushing softly over your cheek when you turned your face into his chest. He was so careful, so doting even while he was fucking into you like he was made for this, his big cock stretching your tight cunt open and hitting your cervix with every thrust.

You came hard.

Your pussy clenched down around him like a vice, walls spasming and fluttering as waves of pleasure crashed through you. A broken cry tore from your throat, muffled against his chest as your slick gushed around his thickness, soaking his cock and his pelvis, dripping down to the sheets.

Your thighs shook, nails digging into his sides as you rode out the orgasm on his cock, grinding sloppily against him while he kept thrusting through it. Slow, deep strokes that drew the pleasure out until you were whimpering and oversensitive.

Choso groaned your name softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, his hands never stopping their gentle petting. “Good girl… so good for me,” he whispered, voice shaky with how tight you were squeezing him. “Cum all over my cock, baby… that’s it…”

He held you through every aftershock, cradling you to his chest like you were something precious, his cock still buried deep inside your pulsing cunt while his fingers continued their soothing strokes along your back. Even now, shy and sweet as ever, he was completely devoted and letting you fall apart on him and catching every piece with those warm, careful hands.

Your cunt was still fluttering and spasming around him from your orgasm, milking his thick cock for everything it had like it never wanted to let go. Every tight, rhythmic squeeze pulled more precum from his tip, making the slide even wetter, even messier as he kept thrusting up into you from below.

Choso’s breathing was ragged now, hot against your hair, his arms locked around your body like iron bands. Holding you tighter, closer, cradling you flush to his chest as if the only thing that mattered was keeping you right there.

He started thrusting deeper, hips snapping up with more force, the head of his cock kissing your cervix over and over in heavy, deliberate strokes. The lewd sounds between you grew louder and wetter, filthy squelches of your soaked pussy taking every inch, his balls slapping softly against your ass with each upward drive. You could feel him swelling inside you, veins pulsing, the whole thick length twitching hard as he fought to hold back just a little longer.

“M’gonna cum, baby…” he groaned, voice cracking with need, eyes squeezing shut tight as his head tipped back against the pillow. “Gonna cum—fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard…”

You hugged him tighter in response, arms wrapping around his neck, face buried in the crook of his shoulder as you whispered soft, breathless little sounds against his skin. Your pussy clenched deliberately around him, greedy and possessive, pulling him even deeper as you wiggled your hips just enough to grind your clit against his pelvis one last time.

Choso let out a broken, shaky moan. Your name spilling from his lips like a prayer and then he came hard.

His cock pulsed violently inside your tight heat, thick ropes of cum flooding you in heavy, endless spurts. You could feel every throb, every jet of warm, sticky release painting your walls and filling you up until it was too much, it leaked out around his shaft in creamy white dribbles that mixed with your own slick and dripped down to soak the sheets.

He kept thrusting through it, shallow little pumps that pushed his cum deeper, making sure you took every drop while his arms trembled around you from the intensity.

You wiggled a little more, settling even deeper onto his cock with a soft, satisfied sigh, letting yourself stay stuffed full of his cum. The fullness was perfectly warm and heavy inside you, his cock still twitching with aftershocks as your cunt continued to flutter around him, gently milking the last few spurts from his spent length.

After a long moment, Choso’s breathing started to even out. He pulled back just enough to look at you, dark eyes hazy and soft with that shy, adoring look he always got after he came. One hand came up to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You snuggled closer immediately, nuzzling into his chest with a content little hum, your bodies still joined, his cum slowly leaking out around where you were connected. His other arm stayed wrapped securely around your waist, fingers tracing lazy, soothing patterns along your back under the shirt while he held you like you were the only thing in his world.

“Love waking up like this with you…” he murmured sleepily against your hair, voice low and sweet, cheeks still flushed pink. “Stay right here, okay? Don’t move yet…”

And you didn’t. You just let yourself melt into him, full and warm and perfectly satisfied, while your shy, doting, horny roommate kept you cradled close in the quiet hours of the night.

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