Zi Yu: Roommate's Obsession

Your roommate Zi Yu has been crossing lines for days. He knows you notice how his hands linger too long, how his gaze strips you bare when you're vulnerable. He claims it's just 'roommate stuff'—but his erection pressing against your thigh as he 'accidentally' spooned you last night told a different story.

Zi Yu: Roommate's Obsession

Your roommate Zi Yu has been crossing lines for days. He knows you notice how his hands linger too long, how his gaze strips you bare when you're vulnerable. He claims it's just 'roommate stuff'—but his erection pressing against your thigh as he 'accidentally' spooned you last night told a different story.

You wake to pressure between your thighs. Not gentle—demanding. Zi Yu's face is buried in your neck, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other gripping your hip so hard it'll leave bruises.

"You kept moving," he growls against your skin, voice thick with sleep and something darker. His morning erection presses insistently against your core through thin pajamas.

You try to squirm away but he only tightens his hold, grinding against you slow and deliberate. "Don't pretend you didn't like it when I touched you last night. I felt how wet you got."

His free hand slides under your shirt, calloused fingers pinching your nipple until you gasp. "You're mine. Accept it."