AYE YOO

(Wyatt is sitting on the couch in your dorm room, wearing a tank top and gym shorts. He’s just come home from the gym, and you walk in. He greets you with a nod of the head, as he talks to his teammates through his headset.)

Wyatt nods and quickly presses the mute button on his headset, "What's up, Yuna? You need something?" he asks, turning his attention to you.

Wyatt chuckles slightly and leans back on the couch, "You know you don't have to ask, Yuna. You're always welcome to suck me off whenever you want," he says with a confident smirk before spreading his legs slightly. "Come here and make me feel good," he adds with a teasing tone as he waits for you to move closer.

Wyatt lets out a small gasp as you begin to kiss him before smirking down at you. As you start to suck him off, he tries his best to focus on the game and talk to his friends. However, as he gets closer to cumming, his breathing starts to speed up and he has to bite his lip to keep from moaning too loud. When he finally cums, he lets out a low groan and leans back against the couch.

"Hey, sorry guys. Had to take care of something real quick," Wyatt says, trying to sound nonchalant as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. "What'd I miss?" he asks before turning his attention back to you.

Wyatt's eyes widen slightly as he watches you mouth the words to him. He can feel his cock twitching slightly in response, but he quickly shakes his head and tries to focus on the game. As you walk away towards the kitchen, he can't help but glance over at you, noticing the way your hips sway slightly with each step.

Wyatt's friends continue to talk and joke around on their headsets, but Wyatt can hardly pay attention anymore. All he can think about is the sensation of your lips on his cock and the idea of fucking you. He fidgets slightly in his seat, trying to keep himself under control, but it's clear to his friends that something's bothering him.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the game ends and Wyatt logs off. He stands up, stretches his arms above his head, and heads towards the kitchen

When Wyatt reaches the kitchen, he sees you leaning against the counter with a smirk on your face. He can't help but feel a little annoyed that you left him in such a state of frustration earlier, but he tries to keep his cool.

"You know you're such a tease, Yuna," Wyatt says as he approaches you. "I don't appreciate being left hanging like that," he adds before grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and taking a long drink.

You can see the frustration in his eyes and you can't help but find it amusing. "Oh, come on, Wyatt. You know it's all in good fun," you reply with a playful giggle as you twirl a strand of hair around your finger.

Wyatt just shakes his head and leans in closer to you. "You better watch yourself, Yuna. I might just have

Wyatt chuckles around the Pocky in his mouth as he watches you walk away, but his playful demeanor quickly disappears as he feels your body against his when he moves towards you. The feel of your body against his is too much for him to handle, and he can feel his cock hardening in his shorts.

Without warning, he bends you over the couch, pushing your body down with one hand on the back of your neck. The other hand snakes its way down to your waist before slipping up under your shirt. Wyatt's touch is rough, but it also has a certain tenderness to it that makes you moan.

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" he growls softly as he nips at your earlobe. "Teasing me like that... you know what it does to me," he adds before reaching down to grab your

panties and yanking them down, exposing your moist pussy.

You moan louder as you feel Wyatt's fingers trail lightly over your pussy lips. You can feel yourself getting wetter with each touch, unable to resist his strong presence.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" he asks in a low voice, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Do you want me to fuck you right here on this couch, Yuna?" he adds, his voice barely a whisper.

You can hardly think straight as his fingers dip inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure. You're barely able to choke out an answer before Wyatt pulls away, leaving you bereft and wanting.

"Maybe next time, Yuna. For now, why don't you just go to your room and take care of yourself," he says with a smirk, watching

Wyatt laughs at your words, clearly amused by your outraged reaction. "Oh, don't act like you don't love it, Yuna," he says with a grin as he steps back from you. "You know you can't resist me."

He watches as you struggle to stand up straight and smirked even wider. "Go ahead and take care of yourself now. I'm sure you'll be thinking of me," Wyatt says teasingly as he heads towards his own room.

Watching you as you head towards your room, Wyatt can't help but feel a certain satisfaction at your reaction. He knows that you'll be thinking about him as you touch yourself, unable to resist the urge to please yourself. But he also knows that it won't be long until you come crawling back to him, wanting more of his touch.

As he gets ready for bed, Wyatt

Wyatt can hear the sounds of your moaning coming from your room and he can't help but feel a little bit of pride. He knows that he has an effect on you like no one else, and that no matter how hard you try to resist, you'll always come back to him for more.

As he lies in bed, listening to your cries of pleasure, he can feel his own desire growing once again. He reaches down and wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly as he listens to your moans.

Wyatt can't help but imagine you riding him just like you're riding your toy right now. He imagines the feel of your pussy gripping tightly around him, your moans echoing through the room. The thought is enough to make him groan softly, his cock growing even harder in his hand.

"You're mine, Yuna

. Don't forget that," Wyatt whispers to himself, imagining the taste of your pussy on his tongue. He feels his balls tightening as he rubs himself faster, his breathing becoming ragged.

The sound of your moans becomes louder, more desperate, and Wyatt can feel his own release building. With one final stroke, he comes with a loud groan, imagining shooting his cum deep inside your warm body.

As he lies there catching his breath, Wyatt can't help but smile to himself. He knows that you're mine, and that no matter how much you may try to resist, you'll always come back to him for more.

When Wyatt wakes up, he feels a rush of surprise and pleasure as he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock. It takes him a moment to fully register what is happening, but once he does, he can't help but groan softly in pleasure.

The feeling of your warm mouth on him is incredible, and Wyatt can feel his cock growing harder by the second. But before he can fully give himself over to the pleasure, he feels you pull away from him, leaving him unfulfilled and longing for more.

He looks around, confused and still half-asleep as you leave his room, a smirk on your face. Wyatt can't help but feel a mixture of frustration and desire as he watches you go, his cock still hard and throbbing.

"You'll pay for that, Yuna," he mutters to himself, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that he

has you under his control. Wyatt rolls over in his bed, reaching down to stroke his cock as he thinks about what he's going to do to you the next time he gets you alone.

But even as he strokes himself, Wyatt knows that he can't resist the pull of your body for long. No matter how much he tries to resist, he knows that he'll be drawn back to you, wanting more of your touch and your moans of pleasure.

Wyatt smirks to himself, knowing that he'll have you begging for him before long, and that there's nothing you can do to resist him. He starts to stroke himself faster, imagining the feel of your tight, wet pussy around him.

"Just wait until next time, Yuna," he mutters to himself with a dark chuckle, feeling his body start to tremble with pleasure as he

Wyatt can feel your ass pressed tightly against his groin, and he can't resist the temptation to slip his hand under your skirt. He grins to himself as he starts to run his fingers along the soft skin of your thighs, feeling your body tense in response.

He leans close to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. "Just having some fun, Yuna," he says, his voice low and suggestive. "You know you love it."

You can feel his cock pressing against the material of his boxers, and you can't help but feel a sense of arousal at the thought of what he could do to you right now. You try to ignore him and go back to the game, but Wyatt's touch is too distracting.

As the game continues, Wyatt's fingers start to creep higher and higher up your thighs, until they're dangerously

close to the hem of your skirt. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, making your skin prickle with anticipation.

You turn to look at him, your eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and desire. "Stop it, Wyatt," you say through gritted teeth, but he just continues to trail his fingers up and down your thighs.

You can feel the tension building between you, Wyatt's touch making your body ache with need. You squirm in his lap, rubbing against his hard cock, unable to resist the pull of his desire.

As the game continues, you feel Wyatt's fingers slip under the edge of your panties, teasing at your wetness. You gasp softly, unable to believe how much he's turning you on.

"Just give in, Yuna," he whispers in your ear. "You know you want to."

You can't

Wyatt grins devilishly as he feels your wetness around his finger. He presses deeper and harder into you, unable to resist the temptation of your pleasure.

You try to hold back your moans, not wanting anyone else at the party to know what's happening underneath the table. But Wyatt's touch is too intense, and soon you're throwing your head back in ecstasy.

As you start to tremble with pleasure, Wyatt leans close to whisper in your ear. "That's it, Yuna," he says, his words laced with desire. "Cum for me."

You can feel the pleasure building inside you, spiraling out of control as Wyatt continues to finger you relentlessly. Your body shudders with orgasm, and you can't help but let out a loud moan of pleasure.

Wyatt grins widely, knowing that he's the one

Wyatt continues to move his fingers inside you, knowing that you're still sensitive from your orgasm. He watches as your body slowly relaxes back onto his lap, your breathing ragged.

He leans close to whisper in your ear again, his words low and sultry. "You know you loved that, Yuna," he says with a smirk. "You can't resist me."

You glare at him, still feeling a mix of pleasure and anger towards him. You can't believe how easily he can turn you on, even as he manipulates and controls you.

As the game continues, you try to put your focus back on playing, but Wyatt's touch is distracting. You can feel him shifting underneath you, his cock pressing harder against your ass.

You try to push him away, but he just tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you closer.

Wyatt grins widely as you finally give in to him, knowing that he has you exactly where he wants you. He pulls you closer, his hands roughly grabbing at your ass as he presses his hard cock against your wetness.

"You always say that, Yuna," he says with a chuckle. "But you know you love it."

As you head back to the apartment, you can feel the anticipation building inside you. You know that Wyatt is going to fuck you hard and rough, but you can't resist his touch.

As soon as you enter the apartment, Wyatt pushes you up against the wall, his hands gripping your waist tightly. He wastes no time in pulling up your skirt and sliding your panties to the side, his fingers teasing at your wetness.

"You're so ready for me," he says with a groan, his voice thick with desire

Wyatt grins as he watches you writhe in pleasure, knowing that he has you completely under his control. He continues to fuck you hard and deep, his cock slamming into you with each thrust.

"You're so fucking tight," he says with a growl. "Such a good little slut for me."

As he pounds into you relentlessly, you feel yourself being pushed towards another orgasm. You can feel the heat building inside you, spreading out from your core as you moan and writhe underneath him.

Finally, you can't hold back any longer, and you scream out in pleasure as you come again. Wyatt groans in pleasure, his own orgasm building as he continues to pump into you.

With one last deep thrust, he comes inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

Wyatt's passion continues as he aggressively pins you down on his bed, eager to feed his insatiable lust. He takes your lips with a raw hunger, pulling you even closer to him. His hands grip at your body as he hits all the right spots inside you.

You moan and whimper with each thrust, your body responding to his touch and desire with ease. Your mind feels numbed out from the pleasure and his aggressive dominating force. You would never expect such passion and brute force from a college bro.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. You like what I'm doing to you, don't you?" he says between breaths as he continues to thrust deeper into you.

Wyatt's energy levels never seemed to dip down as he continued to ravish you, using his entire strength to fuck you relentlessly. You had no idea how many times

Wyatt slows his pace, looking down at you with a smirk on his face. "You can handle a little more, can't you?" he teases, enjoying seeing you so thoroughly pleasured.

He continues to thrust into you, his cock filling you completely with each stroke. Your body trembles under his touch, your sensitive skin tingling with every movement.

You feel like you can't take it anymore, but somehow, your body keeps responding to his touch and his aggressive moves. You lose count of how many times you've cum as his fingers move down to your mouth to stifle your cries.

"You're such a fucking slut for me," he says with a grin as he pushes you over the edge one last time. He finally eases up on his movements, letting you calm down after the intense pleasure.

As Wyatt's pace quickens once more, you find yourself choking on your own moans. The sound of his groans only further fuels your own desire, and you can feel your stomach coiling as you chase your own release. Your body clenches involuntarily around him, urging him on in his movements.

He continues to fuck you relentlessly, his cock slamming into you with abandon. His groans grow louder and more frenzied as he approaches the edge himself, your wetness slickening the bed sheets even further.

With a final thrust, he slams into you fully, his body shuddering with pleasure as he cums inside you again. You feel your own climax rush through you like a tidal wave, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

As you both come down from the high of your orgasms, he holds you close,

Wyatt chuckles and kisses your neck, his rough stubble tickling your skin. "What can I say? I'm just that good," he says with a teasing grin.

He pulls you closer to him, not wanting to let go of the delicious feeling of your body against his. His warmth seeps into you as he presses his body against yours.

"You know you love it though," he adds with a smirk, his hand traveling down your side in a feather light touch.

You laugh and snuggle closer to him, feeling completely at ease and content in his arms. It's moments like this that make you forget about everything else around you.