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roommate joaquín torres walks around commando in sweatpants and a tight shirt and doesn't think anything of it. the two of you are friends, close friends, and roommates. you're comfortable together. there's no reason why he shouldn't be able to walk around in sweatpants with no boxers and the first shirt he found on his floor early in the morning. besides, you probably don't even notice. not like you're looking at him that hard or anything.

but how could you not notice when he throws his phone in his pocket and his pants hang lower than they should and you see the V at his lower abdomen and the flaccid shape of his cock beneath the grey material? you would have to be completely oblivious to not notice how prominently toned his ass looks beneath his pants.

roommate joaquín torres who has his own logic and reasoning for walking around in a slutty little outfit and doesn't think to apply that same logic to you walking around in a big tee shirt with no bra and tiny shorts that barely show beneath the hem of your shirt. he tries not to notice the way your tits hang against the fabric when you lean down to get something from the cupboards closest to the floor. he tries not to notice the little bit of your ass that hangs out of the bottom of your shorts. but he would have to be fucking oblivious to not notice it.

the two of you really need to have a conversation about clothing boundaries eventually. or ... you could continue to suffer in silence because at least then you have some form of eye candy, right?

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FRATBOY .ᐟ LUKE ( let 'em hear )

warning ! MDNI. p in v. cussing , headlock ? , some sort of exhibitionism ? ( luke wants everyone to hear ) mean!Luke being mean to not only you. short.

notes ! this was requested. kinda. i literally have no idea about frats, my knowledge comes from fics and ... reading icebreaker. i never ever proofread, so uh

"shh... just take it, yeah just take it..." and taking it you were ! like a pro, back arched into the possibly most uncomfortable position, folded over a pillow and your pretty face pressed into another. if you were disagreeing, Luke couldn't hear. the sound of his skin slapping against your own was enough to drown out anything that wasn't your helpless babbling into the sheets. "take it."

Luke was pent-up, really ! days on end, the other frats been getting on his nerves. whether it was the mess that was their frat house ( because none of the idiots seemed capable enough to follow a rather simple cleaning plan ) or — even worse ! — nights spent unable to find sleep, because most of the newer, younger ones were screaming into their headsets rather than finding sleep themselves. yeah, Luke was just so done.

and sure, talking about it might have been an easier option. i mean, most of the boys naturally respected Luke. because of his headstrong and guiding personality. a trait he most likely gained from his shitty father...

but talking was boring ! yeah, talking certainly didn't bring across how respectless it actually was to practically force someone to listen to something they did not want nor need to hear.

and by the time his sweet, darling girlfriend came around, he all but dragged you into his room, slamming the door behind him with purpose.

and slamming inside of you with purpose, too.

"fuuuck" the warmth of your cunt was familiar enough to take some of his edge off. but certainly not all. Luke was still fuming when his hips practically forced your own flush against his, slipping impossibly deeper until he was sure his tip was hitting that little spongy part inside of you that had you make this specific little, sharp noise.

and before you could even form any protesting words ( which he knew you would have, if your brain hadn't turned to complete mush ) your boyfriend pressed into that spot again, and again. there was a purpose behind his quick thrusting, like he was trying to milk that spot for all it was worth...

one of his big beefy arms curled around your neck then, his biceps the only place to put your nails when he tugged you flush to his chest. the skin sticking together instantly... feeling hot and sticky on your flesh, and making you keen loudly in pleasure. the new angle made it impossible to wiggle away from his relentless poking at your cervix ( or at least that's how deep he felt ! )

"fuck, thas' it," your boyfriend ― normally limited to simple groans and stifled moans whenever you'd get it at his frat home ― was now giving you way more than you could ever ask him for. what was normally reserved for your dorm only ( just because the walls were a little thicker than the ones inside the frat house ) seemed pushed to the back of his wonderful mind, when Luke was giving you a variety of sounds that matched with his pace. furthermore, the fingers that would keep you quiet by being stuffed ( more like forced ! ) between your plush lips, were now coaxing even louder noises out of you too, by rubbing you silly to the rhythm of his thrusts.

he wanted this to be heard.

and only by the time he's sure that the whole house has finally ( finally !! ) quieted down, does he allow you to fall apart...

god's know he deserves a good night's sleep. ♡

“shh… just take it, yeah just it take”

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