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*Your pov.*
Exhausted I lay on my small bed.
Finally I'm in my room again, I think as I stare at the ceiling.
It's my first week in this university and I am happy. I already met very nice people and my room is very comfortable. Standing up from the bed now I take off my jacket and lazily throw it on the ground. After that I sit on a chair in front of my work table and start eating my food which I bought from Mc Donald's. Suddenly I hear someone knocking on the door. I sigh and open it.
»Ye-«, I say but stop as I catch sight of a young handsome looking man in front of me.
»Hey, uhm, I'm new here. My name is Justin and I think we're some kind of neighbours«, he introduces himself.
His voice is deep but very soft. He wears some black jeans with a red hoodie which perfectly fits his light brown hair and some red sneaker. Justin seems like a very kind and well educated boy.
»Hey, I'm Y/N«, I tell him.
»Nice to meet you«, he replies and shakes my hand.
I notice some tattoos and overthink my statment of him being the nice guy.
»If you need someone to talk, Y/N I'm always beside you«, Justin includes.
I nod and I could swear before he headed to his room he smirked at me. Shaking my head I enter my area again and close the door. Then I take a seat on my chair once more. I smell the food on my table but I'm completely lost in thoughts. As Justin went to his room I saw more of his tattoos on his neck. I can't stop thinking about them and his beautiful face. The way his sparkling hazel eyes looked at me are giving me chills right now. I try to picture him in my mind again and remember his plump pink lips. Justin's high cheekbones make his face even more attractive. In general he's flawless. The only thing I can't understand is the grin he gave me before he left. My first expression of Justin was nice. I thought he's a normal guys who's very smart and is soon gonna be a good friend of mine. But with the smirk and his tattoos I'm not really sure if I'm right. Never mind, the only thing that should bother me is my food. Instantly I eat and shortly after check my phone. Hours later as it already got dark outside my thoughts drift to Justin again. Quickly I grab my doorknob and examine the corridor. No one is to be seen. I walk to his door and knock. Nervously I check my outfit. I'm wearing some light jeans, a black top and some white Converse. Suddenly the door gets opened.
»Hey«, Justin greets me and I can't shake the thought of him grinning at me,»You want to come in?«
»Yeah, why not«, I answer and enter his room.
It's a little bigger than mine but still kind of the same.
»Sit down. Make yourself at home«, he laughs and I giggle.
I take a seat on his bed and watch him close the door.
His back is so sexy, I think and slap myself for that thought.
Justin sits beside me now and I can smell his wonderful cologne.
Focus Y/N, I tell myself.
»I-I only....«, I start.
Why am I stuttering?, I ask myself. Maybe because you find him hot? Shut up.
»I only want-«, I say but get interrupted by his soft lips on mine.
Totally surprised I freeze for a second. Then I close my eyes and kiss him back. Justin grabs my face in his hands and I run my fingers through his fluffy hair. He moves his tongue on my lower lip begging for entrance. I open my mouth and let our tongues fight for dominance. Our kisses get sloppier and I press my lips more and more against his trying to taste every bit of his mouth. Suddenly Justin stops and we stare at each other trying to catch our breaths again.
»I know what you want«, he whispers and my eyes widen.
My heart stops for a second as he begins to travel with his fingers from in between my boobs to my pants. Justin gets closer to my body and starts to rub my clit.
»Uhhhh«, I moan and he stops.
Confused I look at Justin my cheeks flushing red a bit.
»You're not allowed to moan, babe or you won't get the pleasure you want. That's the game«, he tells me in a raspy voice and I gulp down hard,»All right?«
I nod my head and Justin continues to rub his middle finger on my wet core. Then he unbuckles my jeans and throws them to the side. He lays his hand on my clit once more and begins to kiss my neck. I bite my lip trying to contain the moans.
»Take it off«, he demands and I pull off my shirt,»Much better.«
Justin takes my breast in one of his hands and messages it slowly. All of a sudden he rips off my underwear and pulls one finger in my dripping core. I want to moan loud but Justin already puts his lips on mine. He thrust fast in and out of my clit and I lay my head back of pleasure. Suddenly he stops and I frown. Then Justin takes off his pants with his underwear too and stands in front of my face.
»You know what to do, right?«, he asks and I grab his length in my hand.
A small groan escapes his mouth as I start to rub his cock.
»T-take it in your m-mouth, baby«, he moans.
Nervously you push it in your mouth and bop your head.
»Gosh, did you do this before. It feels so good«, Justin sighs and I shake my head no,»Well you're doing a great j-job, fuck faster.«
He smashes his hard member in and out of my mouth as he suddenly stops and hovers over me. Without furthermore Justin pushes his dick inside of my clit not letting me adjust to his seize. He slams his cock inside of me.
»Ahhhh, shit«, I groan as I feel the pleausure raise
I grab his biceps and he thrusts deeper in my core.
»Fuck, babe you're so wet and tight«, Justin sighs.
»K-keep going«, I moan in response.
He kisses me and I feel his whole length inside of me making me groan in the kiss. As we feel our climax raise Justin fastens the pace even more and presses his sweaty body on mine.
»YESSS AHHH!!! I'M GONNA-«
»SAMEE UHHH FUCK«, I moan loud.
Seconds later my legs start to shake heavily and I cum hard on his dick.
»OHHH SO TIGHT«, I hear him say.
Just some more thrusts and he reaches his hight as well. Now we're layiny on his bed, totally wet and naked trying to catch our bearths.
»Oh, I'm so rude«, Justin says and I turn to him,»I didn't offer you anything to drink.«
Smirking he looks at me and I laugh.
