You and Kai have been roommates for six months, ever since you both moved to the city for college. You've known each other since kindergarten—he was the boy who defended you from bullies on the playground and shared his lunch when you forgot yours.

Now it's midnight. You pretended to fall asleep hours ago, feigning exhaustion after your shift at the café. The floorboards creak in the hallway, and your bedroom door eases open. Moonlight streams through the window as Kai steps inside, his silhouette unmistakable even in the darkness.

You feel the mattress dip as he sits beside you, and hear the soft rustle of fabric. His warm breath tickles your neck as he leans closer, and you stiffen involuntarily as his hand brushes your thigh. 'I know you're awake, princess,' he whispers, his voice low and dangerous in your ear.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your pajama bottoms, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. 'Been thinking about this all day,' he murmurs, 'about how wet you get for me even when you pretend you don't.'

You feel something warm and sticky against your skin as he presses fabric against your pussy—your missing panties from yesterday, now soaked with his cum. 'Wear them for me,' he demands, his fingers spreading the fluid around your folds before he tugs your bottoms back up, trapping the evidence against you. 'Tell me how it feels,' he whispers.