"Fuck, I'm so wet. I'm literally dripping on the floor", you complained as another wave of shiver went down your spine from the cold air touching your skin. You strud your way through the living room after kicking off your shoes and promising yourself to clean it later.

On the other hand, your roomate, Keeho is completely dry and comfortable lounging on the couch with another movie playing on the TV screen.

"That's what she said", he quipped, finding humor in what happens to be the most miserable part of your day, week even.

Annoyed but somehow amused by how fast he came up with his remark, you throw your purse to his direction, successfully hitting him square on the shin, laughing when you heard him groam in pain and yell out "I'll get back to you later!", all while trying to go to your bedroom as fast as possible.

Keeho has been a great friend of yours since sophomore year of college, after he was introduced as a transferee, having quite a lot of similar interests and perspectives in life.

Being an exchange student yourself, you both shared experiences and situations that made you feel immediately at ease with him. So right after you graduated, he suggested the idea of sharing an apartment to lessen both of your financial burdens.

While it helped you in so many ways, it also brought you as much disadvantages. Friends have been saying that you and Keeho looked good together and you'd be lying if you said he haven't thought of him in that way before. Sharing classes with him back then was already too much for your poor heart, what more now that you're living under the same roof.

The attraction has always been there, but you both explicitly agreed to keep things family-friendly since day one, just so it wouldn't ruin the living situation. You've always been a little freaked out by how intensely he looks at you, and you always brushed it off. But now, you noticed him getting a lot more buff and his arms gaining a bit too much muscle for your mind to handle.

The carpet-clad floor is soft beneath your feet you stepped into your bedroom, feeling comfort in the space. You immediately stripped off your cold clothes, putting on nothing but an oversized, cozy shirt. With skin still flushed from the cold rain and hair still damp, you reach out for your hair dryer when a knocking sound cuts through its whirring sound.

"Figured you might need this," Keeho walks further inside your room to hand you a dry, warm towel straight from the dryer. You raise your eyebrows at him.

"Did you put something on it?" you teasingly ask, widening your eyes to him and displaying an exaggerated expresion he could only read as suspicion.

He scoffs loudly and puffs his chest—much to your satisfaction—eyes lingering a minute too long on him.

"I'm just being a good roommate, as usual," but then his eyes land on your form—soft, shivering, and so vulnerable from the harsh weather outside—the playful glint in his eyes immediately vanishing.

Your heart starts beating faster as he steps into your space. Keeho doesn't hand you the towel, instead, he continued closing the proximity between you. Nervous laughters leave your lips as Keeho's musky natural scent fills the air around you. Tilting your chin up, your eyes lock onto his, a sharp inhale getting caught in your throat as you scan his face for a hint of unseriousness, only to be met with none.

"You know, I've been trying to restrain myself around you, doing anything to stop these thoughts..." Keeho starts, eyes trailing down to your face—the glazy eyes looking up at him, the slope of your nose, the soft curve of your lips—then he continues, "...but I don't think I'll be able to control them tonight."

Your mind reels with questions, making you feel overwhelmed with everything and instantly making you lose your focus on what you're supposed to do. The hair dryer is no longer in your grasp as Keeho puts it down on your dresser along with the towel he was supposed to give you, effectively closing the space between you even more.

The space around you suddenly feels a bit too stuffy, Keeho's scent filling your senses. The warmth radiating off his body suddenly becoming too hot even when he's barely grazing yours. His gaze suddenly making you feel shy and small. Restrain himself from what? Thoughts about what?

The man in front of you doesn't let you drown in your thoughts for too long, careful hands raising to touch your face gently. You feel a bit of trembling and you wonder if it's from the effort of holding back or merely from the nervousness in doing the action. This became your answer. He's attracted to me too.

Heaven knows how long you've spent every night trying to convince yourself that you're just touch deprived, and that Keeho being attractive—even more attractive—in your eyes is a result of not having enough encounters with men in a non-platonic way. But now you're here, the man you pushed down your feelings for in so long making a move, and you couldn't be more elated.

Weakness spread through your body the moment his thumb grazes your bottom lip. Keeho's dark orbs locks onto yours once again, seemingly asking for permission. You nod stiffly, still not believing the whole situation. Keeho senses your rigid reaction, eyes softening, and doesn't hesitate to communicate with you.

"Hey, we can always stop if you want to." His soothing voice snaps you out of your little bubble, hands coming down to stroke yours softly, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

"No- I mean, I'm just a bit nervous because I didn't thought this day would actually come."

Upon hearing your words, Keeho is the one raising his eyebrows now. "Actually come? So you've been thinking about it? Thinking about me?" He smirks, finding your reaction amusing.

You try to play it cool. You hope he doesn't notice the way your chest heaves up and down, you hope he doesn't notice that your hands are literally shaking in anticipation—a telltale that will surely let him know that you want this as much as he does, maybe even more, because surely he'll tease you about it later.

"As if I don't see you literally gawking at me everyday. It was honestly kinda creepy—"

The rest of the sentence is stolen from your lips as Keeho's mouth crashes with yours. The sudden warmth of his lips contrasts the chilly air of the room, sending a jolt of heat straight to your tummy.

His hands find their way to your hair, brushing away the strands covering your face. Total silence takes over. The sound of the rain outside vanishes, replaced entirely by the thudding of your heart and the demanding, heavy slide of his mouth against yours.

You moan softly at the feeling of his tongue nudging yours, feeling lightheaded just from a bit of kissing. Pulling away to take a breath, you peer at him through your heavy eyelids.

For Keeho, the sight in front of him was something he wouldn't even dare trade for anything else. Your lips were red and swollen, cheeks in the prettiest shade of pink, and your eyes looking so glassy and desperate for more.

Even without saying anything, he can read you like an open book from all the times of staying together. He knows that you want more, both of you knows that you want to take it further. And so you do.

You grab Keeho's collar and smashes your lips against him again, this time filled with even more passion and longing—asserting dominance with the sudden boost of confidence that came to you. He lets you take control, enjoying the taste of your lips and memorizing the way it feels on his.

Your lips part just enough for him to catch the warm hitch of your breath when he slides his warm hand on the bare skin of your waist. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, feeling sensitive and hot because of the foreugn touch.

"You sure you want this, baby?" Keeho's eyes find yours and search for any signs of discomfort and hesitance. You simply beam at him and nod your head—the action giving him the go signal to continue his ministrations.

He pushes you down to your bed and roams his hands all over your pliant body. You close your eyes, senses heightening at the feeling of his warm hands touching you everywhere all at once. A mewl makes its way out of your mouth the moment he grabs your breasts and squeezes then pinching your hard nipples between his fingers.

"You feel so soft, so perfect in my hands." Keeho buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales, his hair tickling your jawline as his mouth leaves a trail of burning, open-lipped kissing along your pulse point. Your fingers lock tightly onto his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching in your fist as a low groan rumbles against your collarbone, his entire body weight settling over yours like a heavy blanket.

His hands continue to trail down and eventually stops at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and making you rid of it. The next thing you hear is a loud swear from him, followed by a groan as you feel his hips unvoluntarily buck up against your bare thigh at the sight.

Your soft, smooth skin, all bare for him to see and admire. The perfect shape of your waist, the dip of your hips, and your plush thighs—closed in an attempt to hide your glistening folds to him. Keeho spreads your legs open, sight immediately focusing on your dripping cunt, pulsing and begging for him.

He takes his hand, his long warm fingers gently parting your folds to expose the most sensitive part of you, stopping just a moment to admire the view gracing his eyes.

A sharp, breathless sound breaks from your throat, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room as his thumb draws a slow, teasing circle on your clit. Yout hips involuntarily stutter upward, seeking more friction from his hands, but Keeho doesn't give in just yet. He chuckles against your bare collarbone, the sensation making you shiver.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with a dangerous mix of lust and awe. "So eager for your roommate. Where'd all that banter go, hm?"

Tilting your head back into the mattress at the overwhelming feelings crashing down on you—the subtle pleasure, his breath fanning your skin, the words that came out of his mouth—making you even more needy for the man on top of you.

You simply whine out as a response, mind far too foggy to utter a proper sentence. Upon hearing your lack of words, he slaps his hand down your pussy, a squelching sound resonating in the thick air. A loud cry escapes your mouth at the action, thighs immediately closing only to be forced open by both of his hands.

"You gotta use your words, baby. We don't want you getting punished, right?" Keeho's words quickly emit an answer from you, your mouth instantly spewing out half-coherent sentences that your brain is currently only capable of.

"Yes, yes— 'm sorry. Need you so bad, please—" you feel tears pricking your eyes, feel your body shake from anticipation and need, yet you can't do anything but lay useless while Keeho does absolutely nothing to ease you. He smirks at your state, feeling pride that he finally got you where he wanted—under him, all pliant and ready to take anything he's willing to give.

He inserts two fingers in your cunt to cut off your rambling, slowly pushing them in and letting you adjust to the stretch. He uses his other hand to cradle your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek gently as he mutters out encouraging words to you while establishing a slow, agonizing rhythm with his fingers.

"That's it, baby. I can feel you suck my fingers in, so tight for me." he says as he pumps his finger in faster, picking up the pace when he sees your face contorting in pleasure. You hips buck up to meet his hand, and for some time, he lets you. Waves of pleasure fill your veins and you feel hot all over—so sensitive between your legs that you know you're not gonna last for long.

Keeho lets you chase your high, fingers still keeping its quick pace as he relishes your reactions to his touch. Not until he notices your body twitching and your chest heaving a bit more quickly than earlier, taking out his fingers and settling it flat on your stomach.

You whine and beg him to continue, hovering right on the very edge of sweet release. Keeho leans down, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips as he whispers, "Tell me you don't care about the rules anymore," he demands softly, "Tell me you want me to take everything."

​"F-fuck the rules," you cry out, completely breaking under his gaze as you fist your hands into his hair, pulling him down into a bruising, breathless kiss. "I want you, Keeho. Please, I want you."

​The admission is barely off your tongue before his control completely snaps.

​Keeho doesn't waste another second. He withdraws his fingers from your body only to shift his weight, his hands locking onto your hips with a bruising grip that pins you firmly to the mattress. In one swift, heavy thrust, he drives his length entirely inside you, burying himself to the hilt.

​The sudden fullness forces a loud, shattered scream from your lips, your eyes widening in pure ecstasy as he fills you completely. The friction is immediate and white-hot. He doesn't give you time to adjust, locking his ankles with yours and launching into a frantic, demanding pace that turns the entire room into a blur of heat and sound.

​Every thrust is deep, relentless, and filled with the built-up longing of the past twelve months. The headboard of your bed thuds rhythmically against the wall, completely drowning out the storm outside. You can only cling to his broad shoulders, your weak knees shaking as he drives you higher and higher, his chest heaving against yours, skin sliding against skin in a heavy, desperate rhythm.

​"You're mine," Keeho growls, his filter completely gone as he buries his face in your neck, biting softly at your pulse point to anchor himself as his pace turns chaotic, fast, and unyielding. "You've always been mine."

​The overwhelming pleasure peaks rapidly, radiating outward until your entire body goes taut. With a final, deep thrust from Keeho, your walls clamp down tight around him, and you completely unravel, a loud, breathless cry tearing from your throat as a shattering climax washes over you in violent waves. The sheer friction of your release pulls Keeho right over the edge with you—his head drops back, a low, guttural groan ripping from his chest as he spills himself deep inside you, his body shuddering violently as he holds you as close as physically possible.

​The frantic beating of your hearts slowly replaces the silence of the bedroom, your heavy breathing gradually slowing down as the intense haze begins to clear.

​Keeho doesn't move away. He stays settled heavily between your thighs, shifting just enough to rest his forearms on either side of your head so he doesn't crush you. His hair is completely messy, his chest still heaving, but the intense, lustful gaze from earlier has softened into something incredibly tender.

​Slowly, he leans down, planting a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and finally your swollen lips.

​"Well," he murmurs, a breathless, familiar smirk slowly returning to his face as he tucks a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "Rent negotiations are going to be a lot more interesting starting tomorrow."

​You let out a weak, tired laugh, your arms looping loosely around his neck to pull him down against your chest. "Shut up and hold me."

​"As you wish, roommate," he whispers, wrapping his large arms securely around your waist and pulling the cozy blanket over both of your tangled bodies, finally letting the quiet safety of the room take over.

©everjiung

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It was pouring. You were having a terrible day. The worst day of your life too maybe. You arrived late at work because of an argument with your boyfriend keeho and your classes were also hampered. Your boss yelled at you for being irresponsible and lazy.

You were definitely exhausted. Your body ached everywhere. You were so busy, you didn't even notice the time right now. It was night and heavy rain drenched you head to toe. Yoh felt like screaming and crying. You didn't even have an umbrella with you.

Worse to say, your bus got delayed because of the rain. What were you going to do now? You walked back home ofcourse.

The door was opened by your livid boyfriend. He didn't look like he was in a good mood aswell. " Ready to take it all out on me?" you entered opening your shoes.

" What's your excuse this time? It's like the only time I get to have with you! I'll be gone again. It's not like I don't have a job Y/n" he said as you entered the shower without hearing a single word.

You couldn't care any less now. You were about to explode. You freshen up and sat down to eat with keeho.

But the dinner was silent. "what?" you poke him wanting to know if he's still mad at you.

" if it's about what I said in the morning, then I'm sincerely sorry for that. Its been rough on me too. You have to understand"

You two were arguing about keeho not having enough time to give you and now it was you not having time for him.

" I've had the worst day today. You dint even know! You can't be mad at me, Stephen!" you try to plead

" How's it may fault for your day? You can't take your anger out on people Y/n!" he said sternly

" that's true but today I was late to class because of this stupid argument and got yelled at by my professor. My boss almost fired me and asked me to take extra shifts. My bus got delayed! I was soaked in the rain Stephen! You don't go through all that, do you? Don't you ever ask me how's my day? " you said trying to make him look at you.

" No but I know that you'll always have an excuse for everything." he said.

You roll your eyes. Obviously your relationship with him hasn't been the same ever since university and both of your jobs. Seems like the world refused to give you two a break and love each other.

The next morning you don't see him by your bed. It was your day off. You called him hut his phone was silent. It was everyone's day off. You called one of his friends to know if he's with them but no one could seem to tell you where he was.

You ask another one of his friend to call him and see if he picks up. And he does.

" Keeho's a bit busy today. He'll be back home very very late. Sorry." his friend reports to you as you sigh and end the call.

What does he mean by busy? It's his break day. What was he really up to? The worst of the worst thoughts crept into your mind. Tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Was this really how it was going to end? You can't imagine your life without him. He's been everything. He's been there when you needed him. He's been there whenever you called him but what if he's losing this interest. What if he's tired of you. What if he found someone else who can please him.

You regret every single moment you could've done to make him happy. You wish you properly apologized to him.

When he did coms home he looked dead. You were not even complaining, you were just glad he was home. You ask him " cooked chicken and rice for dinner. Warm up."

You knew how cracked out this relationship was and you didn't want it to break. You loved him alot.

" I already ate." he responded bluntly. " then just take a shower." you said sitting down to eat by yourself.

"How was work?" you asked him as he exited the shower.

"not good" he said heading to bed. This wasn't like him but you didn't want him to get mad.

But little did you know. You would be doing this for the next few months and you were tired of listening to him rant at you for the littlest mistakes you made and how you had to forgive him. Maybe he didn't live you as much as you loved him

It was that night where your worst nightmare came true because of just a few words you said.

He came home late again, took a shower and headed to bed.

"Are you forgetting something?" you ask him leaning against the door frame of your bedroom as you watch keeho laying in bed scrolling on his phone.

" good night?" he wasnt even looking at you.

"You never say that and no. It's something else. How could you forget keeho?" you try to stay calm

" it's our anniversary?" that answer broke you into pieces. And you snapped in half. You were already done with his behavior and your life's been moving on without you but your soul keeps trying to bring him with you in your life. You wanted him in your life but how could he be so careless.

You stood straight from leaning into the door frame. Your eyes were glassy. Your glaze was blank and you stood there in disbelief.

It's not that he forgot it was your birthday and your anniversary date but that fact that he seemed to give up on you.

" I-is this one of your jokes? I mean I've been keeping quiet not to trouble you, I can see that you're tired but so am I! I'm not mad because you forgot our anniversary and my birthday. But you seem to not even know me because I would've been screaming at you since that day when you came home late. If you don't love me anymore just say it! I don't want you unhappy being with me! " you said.

He puts his phone aside and crossed his arms over his chest ready to hear your complaints.

" well I guess in just so busy I can't remember anything Y/n."

"How many more excuses will you give me? Just say it! Apologize or leave."

The second you said that you regreted the options you gave him.

And as soon as you said that he stares at you shocked. And a tear slips out from your eye but you don't dare to say another word to make this situation worse.

" Then I'm sincerely sorry." he said getting up and packing his things.

He picked both of these options....