u/BrownEva

I knew it was a bad idea before he even got to my door.

It was almost 1 a.m., I was wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, pretending this was just going to be a “chill” night, even though we both knew exactly what was going to happen.

He texted me:

“Still awake?”

I should’ve ignored it.

Instead, I replied:

“Come over.”

Twenty minutes later, he was standing in my doorway looking at me like he already knew I was going to let him fuck me.

The second he walked in, the tension was insane. I tried to act normal, but he looked me up and down and said:

“You wore that on purpose.”

I said, “Maybe.”

He didn’t even answer. He just stepped closer, put his hands on my tits, and kissed me so hard I forgot my roommate was literally sleeping in the next room.

At first, I tried to be quiet.

That lasted maybe five minutes.

He had me on the couch, my shirt pushed up, his hands all over me, and I was already way too horny to pretend I was in control. Every time I told him we had to be quiet, he just smiled and did something that made it harder.

Then he whispered:

“You’re terrible at being quiet.”

And I hated how much that turned me on.

Somehow we made it to my room, but we kept stopping in the hallway because neither of us could keep our hands off each

I knew it was a bad idea before he even got to my door.

It was almost 1 a.m., I was wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, pretending this was just going to be a “chill” night, even though we both knew exactly what was going to happen.

He texted me:

“Still awake?”

I should’ve ignored it.

Instead, I replied:

“Come over.”

Twenty minutes later, he was standing in my doorway looking at me like he already knew I was going to let him fuck me.

The second he walked in, the tension was insane. I tried to act normal, but he looked me up and down and said:

“You wore that on purpose.”

I said, “Maybe.”

He didn’t even answer. He just stepped closer, put his hands on my tits, and kissed me so hard I forgot my roommate was literally sleeping in the next room.

At first, I tried to be quiet.

That lasted maybe five minutes.

He had me on the couch, my shirt pushed up, his hands all over me, and I was already way too horny to pretend I was in control. Every time I told him we had to be quiet, he just smiled and did something that made it harder.

Then he whispered:

“You’re terrible at being quiet.”

And I hated how much that turned me on.

Somehow we made it to my room, but we kept stopping in the hallway because neither of us could keep our hands off each other. I remember whispering:

“If she hears us, I’m blaming you.”

He said:

“Then don’t make noise.”

Which was honestly unfair, because two minutes later he had me on the bed, my legs around him, and I was biting the pillow trying not to scream.

Then I heard footsteps.

I froze.

My roommate was awake.

He looked at me and whispered, “What?”

I put my hand over his mouth and listened. The footsteps stopped right outside my door.

I swear my soul left my body.

Then my phone buzzed.

It was her.

“Girl. I can hear you.”

I wanted to die.

I showed him the text and he started silently laughing, which somehow made everything worse. I typed back:

“No you can’t.”

She replied:

“Yes I can. And so can the wall.”

I threw my phone onto the bed and covered my face. He leaned down and whispered:

“Should I stop?”

I should have said yes.

Instead, I pulled him closer.

The next morning was even worse.

I walked into the kitchen wearing his hoodie, hair ruined, pretending I was normal. My roommate was sitting there drinking coffee like she had been waiting for me.

She looked at me and said:

“So… did you sleep well?”

I said, “Shut up.”

Then he walked out behind me.

She looked at him, then looked at me, and just said:

“Gym boy?”

I have never wanted to disappear more in my life.

Now every time I see him at the gym, he gives me that same stupid smile like we have a secret. And the worst part is, my roommate keeps asking when he’s coming back.

And honestly?

I kind of want him to.