“pick something,” jake murmurs, scrolling through endless thumbnails on the porn site you both dared each other to open. his voice stays low, teasing, the way it always gets when he tries to play it cool about something that definitely isn’t. “something not too weird. i don’t need you judging my search history later.”

you snort and kick his ankle lightly. “you’re the one who suggested this, sim. don’t chicken out now.”

he grins, teeth flashing white in the dark. “fine. this one.”

he clicks on a video with a generic title — “couple, spooning, slow and intense”. the kind that starts with soft kissing and ends with the girl biting her lip to stay quiet. the second the moans spill from the tiny speakers you both flinch and he slams the volume down to almost nothing.

“shit, jay’s right there,” jake whispers, glancing over his shoulder. jay doesn’t stir.

you try to focus on the screen, but your body already reacts. the couple looks a little like the two of you — same height difference, same lazy intimacy. the guy’s hand slides under the girl’s thigh, pulling her leg back as he sinks into her from behind. slow. deep. no rush.

jake shifts beside you. the mattress dips. his bare arm brushes yours. neither of you speaks. the video keeps playing. your thighs press together instinctively. jake’s breathing changes — shallower, rougher.

halfway through, your eyelids grow heavy. the adrenaline of doing something stupid and risky mixes with the late hour and the warmth of his bed. you yawn, curling onto your side, back to his chest the way you’ve done a hundred times during movie nights.

“sleepy?” he asks, voice barely above a breath.

“mhm. you can keep watching if you want.”

he doesn’t. the laptop screen goes dark a minute later. jake sets it on the nightstand, then slides down behind you, one arm draping loosely over your waist. his chest presses to your back, knees tucking behind yours. spooning. normal. except tonight his hoodie on you rides up, and the only thing between your ass and his crotch is thin cotton — yours and his.

“night, dummy,” he whispers against your hair.

“night, jakey.”

sleep takes you both fast.

you wake to heat.

not the normal sleepy warmth of sharing a bed, but something better. thicker. your body hums, core aching in that slow way that only happens after dreaming about hands and mouths and friction. jake’s arm stays around you, but it tightens. his palm spreads low on your stomach, fingers just under the hem of the hoodie.

and against your ass — good god.

he’s hard. throbbing. the thick line of his cock presses right between your cheeks through his sweatpants, pulsing every few seconds like it has its own heartbeat. you feel the damp spot where he leaks through the fabric, warm and sticky against the back of your panties.

your breath hitches.

jake stirs. a low, sleepy sound rumbles in his chest. his hips roll forward once — instinctive, unconscious — grinding his erection harder against you. the friction makes you bite your lip so hard you taste copper.

“fuck,” he breathes, voice gravel-rough with sleep and something darker. his hand flexes on your stomach. “are you awake?”

you nod, barely. the small movement pushes your ass back against him. he groans softly, forehead dropping to the back of your neck.

“shit, sorry. i was dreaming and—fuck, you feel…” he trails off, hips rocking again, slower this time. deliberate. “you’re so warm.”

your heart hammers. jay sleeps less than ten feet away, breathing steady and deep, completely oblivious. the risk should make you stop. instead it makes you wetter. you feel yourself soaking through your panties, the fabric clinging.

“jake…” your voice comes out a shaky whisper.

he stills. “tell me to stop and i will. swear.”

you don’t.

instead you arch just enough to rub back against him. the low curse he lets out vibrates through your spine.

his hand slides lower, fingers dipping under the waistband of your panties but not pulling them down. just teasing the soft skin right above your clit. “you’re soaked,” he whispers, awed. “all this from me just… pressing against you?”

“shut up,” you hiss, embarrassed and turned on and so ready it hurts.

he chuckles darkly, the sound muffled against your hair. then his fingers move — slow, careful — sliding your panties to the side. cool air hits your slick folds for half a second before the blunt, hot head of his cock replaces it.

he pulled himself out of his sweats at some point. you didn’t even notice. now the thick tip nudges between your lips, sliding through your wetness, coating himself. he groans again, quieter this time, the sound barely escaping.

“gonna be so quiet for me, yeah?” he breathes right against your ear. “don’t wanna wake jay while i’m buried inside you.”

the words alone make your pussy clench around nothing.

he pushes forward.

just the head at first — thick, stretching you open so slowly it burns in the best way. you grab the pillow, biting down to keep from moaning. jake’s hand flies up to cover your mouth anyway, gentle but firm.

“shh, baby. i got you.”

he sinks in inch by inch. the angle feels perfect — spooned tight, your leg slightly lifted by his thigh. when he bottoms out, hips flush to your ass, you both shudder. he’s so deep. you feel every ridge, every vein, the way he throbs inside you like he’s fighting not to come already.

“fuck, you’re tight,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “so fucking wet and tight and—god, i needed this.”

you turn your head just enough to meet his eyes in the dark. they’re blown black, pupils swallowing the warm brown. “then move, jake. please.”

he kisses your shoulder — soft, almost reverent — then starts rocking.

not thrusting. not yet. just slow, grinding rolls of his hips that keep him buried to the hilt, dragging against that spot inside you with every motion. the wet sound of it is obscene in the quiet room — soft, slick, rhythmic. you pray jay stays asleep.

jake’s hand stays over your mouth, the other sliding down to rub tight circles over your clit. his fingers are slick with you. every time he circles, your walls flutter around his cock, squeezing him.

“feel that?” he murmurs. “you’re gripping me so good. like you don’t want me to leave.”

you whimper against his palm.

he speeds up — just a little. the bed creaks once. you both freeze. jay shifts in his sleep, mutters something, then goes still again. jake’s heart hammers against your back. he waits ten full seconds before he dares move again, slower this time, more careful.

but the restraint only makes it hotter.

he fucks you like that for what feels like forever — deep, lazy strokes, grinding against your ass, fingers never leaving your clit. every thrust pushes a tiny, helpless sound out of you that he catches with his hand. sweat slicks the space between your bodies. the hoodie rides all the way up; his bare chest sticks to your back.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispers between thrusts. “my best friend… taking my cock so quiet while my roommate’s right there. fuck, i’m never gonna get over this.”

you come first — sudden and sharp, walls clamping down around him so hard his rhythm stutters. your moan muffles into his palm, body shaking, thighs trembling. he fucks you through it, slow and steady, whispering praise against your neck. “good girl, that’s it, come all over me—fuck, you’re squeezing so tight—”

when you finally go limp, he pulls out for half a second, flips you gently onto your stomach, and slides back in from behind in one smooth glide. the new angle lets him go even deeper. he covers your body with his, chest to your back, hips rolling in a slow, filthy grind that has the head of his cock kissing your cervix on every stroke.

“gonna come inside you,” he pants. “is that okay? want you to feel me leaking out of you tomorrow when we’re eating breakfast with jay like nothing happened.”

you nod frantically, pushing back to meet him.

he groans, low and broken. his pace picks up — just enough to chase his own release without shaking the bed too badly. one hand braces beside your head, the other reaching under you to pinch your nipple through the hoodie. the dual sensation sends sparks down your spine.

when he comes, he buries his face in your neck to stifle the sound — hot, pulsing spurts flooding deep inside you. you feel every twitch, every throb, the way his cock swells even thicker as he empties himself. he keeps rocking through it, milking every last drop, until he finally collapses beside you, breathing hard.

for a long moment the only sounds are your mingled breaths and jay’s steady snoring across the room.

jake kisses the back of your neck, soft and lingering. “you okay?”

you nod, smiling into the pillow. “more than okay.”

he carefully pulls out, tucking your panties back into place like he’s sealing his cum inside you. the thought makes you clench again. he chuckles softly, rolling you both so you face each other. his arm wraps around you, leg sliding between yours. his cock, still half-hard and slick, rests against your thigh.

“round two when jay leaves for class tomorrow?” he whispers, lips brushing yours in the dark.

you kiss him — slow, deep, tasting the promise on his tongue. “only if you let me ride you while he’s in the shower.”

jake grins against your mouth. “deal, baby.”

you fall asleep again like that — his cum slowly dripping out of you, his arms tight around your waist, jay none the wiser across the room.

the next morning jay stumbles out of bed at 7:30, yawning, scratching his stomach. “morning, lovebirds,” he teases, not even glancing twice at the way you and jake tangle together under the blanket. “didn’t hear you guys come in last night. must’ve crashed hard.”

jake’s hand squeezes your hip under the covers, thumb brushing the wet spot on your panties.

“yeah,” he says, voice perfectly casual. “we were up pretty late… watching stuff.”

you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

jay just shrugs, grabbing his towel. “whatever. i’m showering. don’t burn the dorm down while i’m gone.”

the second the bathroom door clicks shut, jake rolls on top of you, eyes dark and hungry again.

“your turn to be quiet this time,” he murmurs, already pushing your panties aside for the second time in less than six hours.

you smile up at him, legs wrapping around his waist.

“make me.”

© jongst4r, 2026

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