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That dark alley was imminently endless. It was like a maze, with dark walls and complicated twists and turns that you could never find the exit of.
Your feet felt like they were slipping on ice; your legs not strong enough to keep running away from the person who was chasing you, whose intentions you didn't know but you wouldn't turn around to find out either. There was a reason you were scared to death and running away and you were more than certain that your gut was right; you just wished getting away from this person wasn't as hard as it was being so far.
You couldn't find a light or someone who was able to help you. That place was deserted and it was just you and this predator behind you getting closer with each passing second. Your lungs seemed filled with water, unable to cry for someone to come rescue you.
You were alone, and you were sure you were going to die.
"Please... I don't wanna die." You whispered since, for some reason, your throat was too sore to allow you to speak louder. "Please."
Your body started shaking, almost like the ground was opening beneath your feet, an earthquake making the walls that were keeping you hostage tremble as well. That was it. That was the end.
"No. No!" You finally screamed and you were blinded by a light that came out of nowhere.
"Hey. Hey, it's okay!" A soothing voice called next to you as a pair of arms held your terrified body. "It was just a dream, calm down, you're fine now..." It continued and once your eyes accustomed to the recent brightness and your body stopped shaking, you were able to look up and process that it wasn't some stranger with you in the middle of the night. It was just your roommate Michael.
He kept stroking your hair and whispering calming words into your ear, finally managing to keep your heart beating at a steady pace instead of racing like it was about to jump out of your chest.
"Thank you." You whispered back sincerely and he kissed the top of your head lovingly, replying that it was no big deal.
His milky white arms never let go of you and his body never moved an inch, nonetheless, despite you already feeling better.
You noticed he was wearing his pajamas and you couldn't stop but taking a good look at his body while you two sat there in silence.
He was wearing dark sweatpants and a loose white muscle tee, his usual outfit for when he was around the apartment ever since he'd moved in. Which had happened a couple of months prior to that night.
The two of you had hit it off right away; him being the seventh person you'd interviewed for the very important role of being your roommate, and you knew instantly that you two would get along, only to be proved afterwards that, as usual, your gut was right.
It had nothing to do with the fact that he was probably one of the most good-looking men you'd seen in your life, with his beautiful green eyes that only popped more thanks to the pitch black color of his hair and lips so pink that you caught yourself staring at them more than once. Neither were his beautiful tattoos or enchanting voice that he'd shown off around the first ten minutes of meeting you, when he'd told you he was trying to make it in the music business; but it was more of the fact that he was the sweetest guy that you'd ever come across.
He was an only child so his entire life he'd seek the friendship and approval of others, which had only caused him to be this charming guy who could win your heart as soon as you let him in. He talked about his parents and his friends, and music with sparkles in his eyes, so passionately that you couldn't do anything but sit in silence and let him speak, getting lost in his words and wondering if someone would ever talk about you that way.
It all started greatly when he woke you up the morning after moving in with coffee the way you liked it, which he'd make sure to ask the day before, and some burnt pancakes that he'd tried to make for you. It continued when he left notes around the house with positive messages to make you feel better when you told him you were feeling down. And it went on when you'd been fired from your job and he spent the entire week after that being the shoulder you cried on, and renting movies that could help you lift up your spirit, watching them along with you and then helping you find a new job afterwards, as soon as he'd felt like you were feeling a little happier.
Yet another proof of his kind heart was the fact that he was there at God knows what time in the middle of the night, not even complaining that you'd woke him up, but instead making sure that you were safe and sound.
It was complicated, feeling such an attraction for someone you lived with and with whom you would probably never get involved with romantically, but it didn't keep you from daydreaming of what it would be like to do so.
"Alright, I'm gonna let you sleep." He said, interrupting your thoughts and you observed him turning off your bedside lamp and walking towards the door, letting you to sleep alone again, and making your heart stop for a second.
"Wait!" You yelled a little too loud and he turned around, looking at you surprised.
"Is everything okay?" He asked with his eyebrows furrowed and making his piercing move along with them.
"Could you..." You started shyly, not quite sure of how to admit to your roommate that you wanted him to stay the night with you. "I'm scared. Could you maybe... stay for a while?" You asked, fidgeting your fingers as you felt too embarrassed to look directly at him.
His frown relaxed and he smiled, closing the door the he'd just opened and walking back to you.
"Sure. Move over" He said and you did, leaving some space for him to fit in your bed.
He placed his head on the pillow and threw the covers over his body, closing his eyes immediately, and you were hit by the cologne he'd put on after showering, inhaling it as quietly as you possibly could without him noticing. It was the kind of scent that in someone else could probably smell different, so it was his. It was the smell of his sweaters out of the drier even though you'd already washed them. It was the smell of the cushions on the couch after he'd spent an entire afternoon watching How I Met Your Mother. And it was the smell that caused you an almost unstoppable need to wrap your arms around his neck and press your nose against his soft skin, diving in the sensation of him invading your senses.
The needles on the clock on your nightstand kept ticking, minutes passing and the time for your alarm to go off probably mere hours away; but you were still unable to drift into sleep.
You tried to lie still, not turning around countless times as you would've done if he wasn't there in bed with you, but you didn't want to disturb him. He hadn't moved at all and it was almost torture to have him so close to you without being able to reach out and brush your fingers against his skin.
A heavy sigh you couldn't refrain escaped your lips and it caused him to open his eyes and look at you confused.
"You okay?" He asked, and you noticed how raspy his voice sounded from staying quiet for so long. It was a sound that tortured you every day when he walked into the kitchen to wish you a good morning and that you wished you could hear against your ear when you woke up, having him right next to you in your bed as he wrapped his arm around you and cuddled closer to your body, whispering sweet nothings until you opened your eyes.
Maybe it was more than just a crush.
You simply nodded, your mouth too dry to actually form any words at the thought of a sleepy, cuddly Michael next to you in bed invaded your thoughts.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" He said, turning around to his side to face you and somehow moving closer. You had to clear your throat before choking on your own tongue.
"I... um, I can't sleep" You admitted, wishing you didn't sound so nervous. But in your defense, you weren't used to having him at such a close distance, letting you notice the little freckles on his cheeks and the almost invisible scar above his eye that you wanted to trace with your finger so bad as he told you the story of how he'd gotten it.
"That sucks. I hate not being able to sleep" He admitted, placing an arm behind his head nonchalantly while his eyes scanned you in the dark, only interrupted by the moonlight creeping through the blinds.
"Yeah? And what do you do when you can't?" You asked, mirroring his position and loving the way he looked in your bed, his hair, the color of a moonless sky contrasting with the white color of the pillows. It was a view you could most certainly get used to.
"Well..." A cheeky grin appeared on his face and he looked down, his long eyelashes brushing against his chubby cheeks and you couldn't help but smile along. "I usually masturbate." He admitted like it was no big deal. Like if only the thought of him hard, with his eyes closed and lips parted, stroking his big thick cock which you'd accidentally seen more than once wasn't enough to feel like your crotch was on fire.
You felt your cheeks heating up and you were thankful the dim light wasn't enough to show how flustered you suddenly looked. But you needed to play it cool so you decided to play along.
"Interesting. I would do that but I can't since you're here, so... We're gonna have to think of something else."
"Oh, I don't mind, you do what's best for you, babe. I won't stop you" He joked and the fact that he was suggesting the he'd like to watch you touch yourself was enough to make you burst into flames if that was scientifically possible.
"Michael!" You pushed him away playfully and he laughed that beautiful laugh that brightened your days, caressing your hand with his briefly before you dropped it again.
"I'm serious. I can help you sleep if you want to." His tone changed drastically and he didn't sound like he was joking anymore. You raised your eyebrow.
"How do you plan to do that?" You asked, skeptical, and not a heartbeat passed before his body was on top of yours, pressing you down against the mattress, each part of his body touching yours heavenly and before you knew it those thick, red lips that you'd dreamed about for what seemed like forever were on yours.
He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you closer, at the same time your hands flew to his cheeks, bringing him down closer against you and deepening the kiss.
Your lips moved in sync, fitting together perfectly and you couldn't help but moan slightly, realizing his beautiful mouth was everything you've wanted and more. He smiled into the kiss when you did, loving the immediate reaction his bold actions had had in you.
His lips trapped yours in his, tugging on it and letting go, enjoying the way you responded so well to everything he was doing. You threw your head back and allowed him access once he decided to break the kiss to move on to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, focusing on your sweet spot as you parted your lips and weren't ashamed to let him know just how much you wanted him.
Subconsciously your nails dug on the skin of his bare shoulders, the milky skin reddening under your harsh touch but he didn't seem to mind. You could feel him growing harder against you and he instinctively pressed down against your core, creating friction with your most sensitive spot and earning another quiet moan from you.
"Fuck you sound so beautiful" He whispered heavily against your ear and then looked at you, his eyes as dark as you'd ever seen them, filled with desire for you "I want to hear you again." He admitted and you smiled, happy you weren't the only one enjoying the moment. "I will stop whenever you want me to but please just...let me touch you." He said sincerely and you nodded.
"You can be sure I won't ask you to stop."
He licked his lips hungrily and he removed the old t-shirt you were wearing, leaving your chest completely exposed for him since you didn't put on any underwear to sleep.
Diving in, he wrapped both arms around you and brought you closer, trapping one of your nipples with his lips and sticking his tongue out to lick it thoroughly; all while his eyes scanned your every response. They scrutinized your expressions and sounds like a lion watched his prey and you were enjoying it more than you would've ever believed you could.
His mouth focused on both your breasts, biting around some areas and leaving marks that you would sure be able to see in the morning.
You didn't hold back anything, arching your back more to grant him more access, parting your lips to let out every sound he was causing you make, and spreading your legs wider to allow him to press his covered erection against your already dripping core.
After he was happy with how hard and swollen your nipples were, he moved down the valley of your breasts and your stomach, leaving sloppy kisses down his way and looking up at you briefly before removing your shorts, earning a slight nod from you that granted him a free pass to do with your body whatever he wanted to do.
He caressed your legs on the way down and bit his lips anxiously when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.
"My god, look at you..." He said and ran his fingers through his black hair, not able to believe that you were lying there, naked and absolutely ready for him to have his way with you.
"What?" You asked and your hands itched at the need to touch him again.
"You look so fucking beautiful baby, fuck. I wish you could see yourself" He observed and then leaned in between your legs, bringing a finger up your folds and gathering your wetness with it "And so wet for me..." He finished, bringing that same finger to his lips and inserting it in his mouth, licking it absolutely clean and moaning afterwards. "Delicious."
"God Michael, please just do something." You begged, desperate for him to do something after witnessing what was probably the hottest scene you'd seen in your life.
"I won't do anything just yet. I said something and I intend to go through with it" He said in a tone that suggested that he had something in mind that you would probably like.
He held your hand, the one that wasn't fisting the sheets in desperation and he kissed it delicately, bringing it to your sex and placing it over it and you frowned. He chuckled.
"I said I wanted to see you touch yourself." He answered your unasked question "Now touch yourself for me, beautiful." He commanded and you could feel your entire body heating up even more than it already was.
It's not like you didn't know how to do it. You'd actually lost count of how many nights you'd fallen asleep with your hand between your legs, having pleasured yourself with the thought of Michael's fingers being there instead of yours. But you'd never seen it as a possibility of it happening in front of him.
"Please, touch yourself for me..." He asked politely one more time and his hand flew to his crotch, seeking some friction for the arousal he'd felt since the moment he lied on your bed. He was biting his lips and looked absolutely stunning in the dim light of your bedroom, and in that moment you felt like you would never want to deny that man anything. So you began.
Imitating his previous actions, a single finger found your lower lips, covered in your juices and you teased your entrance slightly with it. You coated it in wetness, lubing it up for what you would do next, as you tared directly at Michael who was looking at you with the most lusting eyes you'd ever seen. He looked like he could've eaten you right then and there.
Your lips parted and you let out a soft whine when the pad of your finger found your clit, Michael moving a little further away to be able to witness the whole scene from a better angle. You rubbed circles over it and your back arched in pleasure, your boobs sticking up while your nipples were still hard from both Michael's attentions and the cool air from the room which contrasted with the temperature of your body.
"Say my name" He commanded when you added your other hand to focus on your entrance.
"Michael..." You whispered and his hand kept rubbing his erection through his pants. A loud, animalistic moan escaped your lips once you inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out slowly as Michael watched your actions as if he were hypnotized.
Both of your legs were spread wide and it allowed him a perfect view of how you slowly fucked yourself with your own fingers, your juices spilling down and creating a wet patch on the sheets beneath you.
Sick of not getting enough attention, Michael slid both his pants and boxers and pulled his thick, huge cock out, wrapping his hand around the base and pumping it a few times as you quickened the pace of your fingers, slowly growing closer and closer to your orgasm, each of you getting off to the image of the other doing the same.
His tip was big and swollen, and the more he stroked himself, the more precum escaped its slit, as Michael gathered it up with his thumb and added a second hand, now teasing both his length and head at the same time.
Your walls started clenching around your fingers and your moans got louder, filling the room as Michael watched attentively and mirrored your pace, jacking himself off and getting closer to his release by the second.
"I'm gonna...oh god, I'm so close..." You cried, your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure and Michael lost it.
"Fuck no, you're not coming unless it's all over my cock." He said and he yanked your hands away, ripping you away from your climax and not wasting a heartbeat before getting rid of his own clothes.
It hit you then that you were both naked in your bed, and an overwhelming, indescribable feeling filled your chest. Your heart felt like it was about to burst and your stomach felt like a million butterflies had been sleeping inside it, waking up by the presence of Michael, naked, hard and beautiful in front of you. You couldn't help but bring his face down and kiss his lips, his tongue brushing against yours as he wrapped one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him better entrance and an angle that would do nothing but intensify the delicious sensations.
"I need you inside of me Michael" You admitted and he nodded, never breaking the kiss and entering you with a quick move. A grunt erupted from his throat, his head falling to your shoulder as he wasn't able to do anything more but enjoy the feeling of your sex embracing him.
"You're so warm and tight, babe" He admitted against the skin of your neck and you could feel his heart beating a million miles a minute against your chest.
He started moving, bringing his hips away and pulling out, only to slam back in briefly after, filling your insides perfectly, like you always knew only he could.
One of your hands found his hair, tugging on it as he kept thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace, the other one wrapping around his shoulder and holding him closer. The position being the most intimate you'd ever been in, not only with him, but with anyone ever before.
He was panting heavily as soft, quiet moans left your mouth. You were almost sure that there was no way that the windows weren't getting foggy, with all the heat your breaths and bodies were emanating.
His lips found yours and you presumed it was because, as his pace quickened, more and more sounds and curses were erupting from him and he didn't want to sound too loud, despite having said that he wanted you to be. He swallowed your moans as your nails ran up and down the skin of his back, leaving red marks that you'd be able to enjoy as soon as he turned around, as a reminder of the night when all your fantasies finally came true.
You felt your walls constricting around him once again, and you knew that meant you were already on the edge of orgasming, and considering how sloppy his kisses and thrusts were getting, you suspected he was just as close as you were.
"I'm close..." He admitted in a breathy, exhausted voice. "I want you to come first, okay?" He said and you nodded frantically, more than ready to unravel under him and have him watch every second of it.
He brought his hand down, sneaking it between the two of you and placing it right above where your bodies were connecting, as you two became one. The pad of his finger found your clit and he rubbed irregular circles over it, his hand shaking with the feeling of his orgasm building up.
Your jaw dropped and you let out a loud moan as you came, your body shaking in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you, all your neighbors probably able to hear.
Michael took notice of your blushing cheeks, your messy hair and your swollen lips as you did, and having you come undone thanks to him was enough to bring him to the edge, his cock thrusting in and out of you furiously as he filled you up with his hot cum, not minding about being too loud this time and letting go with a loud groan.
You both lied there, satisfied and with a feeling of absolute bliss, your eyelids already threatening to close; but you knew it was too soon to fall asleep just yet.
There was so much you wanted to tell him; you wanted to memorize the way his face looked after making love to you before you could close your eyes, but when you tried, you only saw him smiling lovingly at you.
He pulled out and flopped next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest, just like you'd imaigined countless times before.
"No need to say anything right now, beautiful" He kissed your temple and cheek and then threw the covers over your naked bodies before your temperature lowered and you got cold. He placed his head on the pillow and buried his nose on your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and closing his eyes, all ready to sleep. "We'll have time for that in the morning. I'm not going anywhere." He admitted sincerely and that was the last thing you heart before you fell asleep, embraced by the warmth of his body next to you and with a smile on your face
