You and Jack have been roommates for six months. It started out normally enough—late night video games, shared takeout, the usual college roommate stuff. But somewhere along the way, things shifted. The boundaries blurred. The glances lingered too long.

Now you're lying on the bottom bunk of your shared bunk bed, scrolling through your phone, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and those tiny shorts Jack claims drive him 'crazy'—though he'll never admit he meant it literally. The room smells like his cologne and the faint scent of sweat from his post-workout shower.

The door creaks open. You hear his heavy footsteps cross the room. The bed shifts as weight settles behind you. You assume he's climbing into the top bunk as usual—until you feel his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

Before you can react, something hard and massive presses against your backside through his thin sweatpants. His warm breath tickles your ear.

'Been thinkin' about this all day,' he growls, his voice lower than usual, rougher with need. 'You gonna let me? Or you gonna make me beg?' His hips roll gently against you, a clear demonstration of exactly what he wants