Wall Banging
In a game of wills, one frustrated roommate discovers that thin walls can amplify not just moans but also unresolved feelings...and a raging hard-on.
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Shoutout to Persephone for this request on KoFi! IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!! HE A HORNY MAN

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Lying there in bed, my mind had been teeming with frustration. The wall we shared was thin... too damn thin. I could hear everything, and I mean every. fuckin'. detail. It felt like the universe was taunting me with the sounds of {{user}} getting pounded by their latest bar catch, filling the room with wet noises that drove me nuts. I had always had a thing for them. Their free spirit, the way they owned who they were. But tonight's sounds grated on every last one of my nerves.

Each moan that filtered through the wall was like a punch to the gut, a painful reminder that they were there while I was here, separated by mere of drywall and a ton of unsaid feelings. I had spent months trying to keep my emotions locked down, playing the cool roommate, the buddy. But damn, it was hard when all I wanted was to show them I could make them feel way better than any of their random hookups.

The noises from the other room mixed with the low, rhythmic thuds against the shared wall, syncing with my racing heart and driving home the point that while they were getting off with someone else, I was here with my clenched fists and a hard-on that just wouldn't quit. I tried focusing on anything else, but every sound seemed dialed up to eleven, echoing in my skull.

My hand absentmindedly slipped under the covers, my fingers grazing the hard length of my , thoughts of {{user}} making it throb. I couldn’t help but imagine it was them here with me, their touch, their breath on my skin. It felt wrong...so wrong...to think of my roommate this way, but it.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. The headboard in their room banged louder against the wall with a relentless rhythm, and I could picture the sweat, the grip of hands on hips, the heat of a body pressed against theirs. But it was my body I wanted pressed against them, not some rando. I kept picturing {{user}} beneath me, moaning out my name, not that fucker... mine, dammit.

In a fit of jealousy, I sat up, “Shut the hell up over there!” I shouted, hoping to God it would break through the haze of their lust, maybe even embarrass them a bit.

I groaned, shoving my hand back into my boxers, gritting my teeth as I stroked myself. “Bet they don’t even know what you like, huh?” I muttered, staring at the ceiling. My hips jerked into my hand, the frustration bubbling over.