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Living with a youtuber has its pros and cons. From hearing your roommate scream at the top of her lungs to accidentally stepping on a rubber frog that's laid in the middle of the floor. These have always peeved you off a tad, but neither of those even cross your mind when the biggest pro of this whole living situation is sat right in front of you.
Andrew brought up how she needed help to record a video. This intrigued you since her videos are usually so easily to create, basically just talking to herself while staring at inanimate toys. She explains how she was making this scene with the frog and the whale, you mostly spaced it out until she brought up the real reason she needed help. In the scene she's recording, she's bound to a chair with the yellow rope she asked you to buy. An odd request at its finest, but you hardly ever judged or questioned anything she did. She sets herself comfortably on the chair as you loop the rope around her hands. You worked extra carefully to tie the knots tightly, noting how veiny her hands are. You've never actually seen her use any form of strength, but it's just in case.
You step back from her, appreciating your work. It was hard to admit, but that wasn't the only thing you were appreciating. Your roommate, usually towering over you with her height, now has to look up at you with her dark pupils. Her legs completely stretched open. Probably just a reflex she has. You wouldn't mind it if she wasn't wearing sweatpants. It's sort of hard not to stare when you can very slightly notice a bulge in her pants. Not hard, definitely soft, but you still notice it nonetheless. How could a pervert like you ignore it? She smiles at you, not noticing your lust filled gaze, and asks you to turn the camera on. You almost completely forgot all of this was for a video. You mutter a simple, dimwitted "Uh huh." and press the record button on the camera, backing up so you're out of frame. She states her lines, acting all scared and worrisome due to the fictional situation she's in. You hate yourself even more when you feel yourself throb in your pants.
You once again space out before she's catching ur attention by kicking your leg softly. "You there, dude? Can you turn the camera off for me?" She asks you, probably a tad annoyed and awkward from how you were just staring at her. You go to turn the camera off before you glance back at her just in time to see what she does next. She's gotten real comfortable on the chair, sliding down on it a bit more and spreading her legs farther. Her head is thrown back, probably tired from having to shout for her video. Then and there, something switches inside of you. You take hold of both of her shoulders, situating herself right on top of her crotch. Her head immediately snaps back to look at you. Her reaction is so cute, her confused doe-eyes piercing yours. She's not afraid of you, however, tilting her head to the side the way a listening dog would. "Hah... uhhh... what's this for?" She questions, but you just keep sitting in her lap. Staring at her. Her face is flushed a light pink and you can feel her heartbeat in her shoulders.
That's not the only thing you feel. While you're so focused on how cute she looks, something pokes you in your lower back. Without having to look, you just know what it is. She turns her head away but not before you catch her face getting more heated. She got hard from just you sitting in her lap. The words flash in your head nearly a hundred times before you crash her lips onto yours. Her soft lips moving in sync with yours. She wastes no time slipping her tongue in, probably thinking about this situation before. You were never blind to the fact she would sometimes stare at you without saying a word. Usually when you get out of the shower or when you're simply cooking for the two of you. Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of her hips buck up to meet yours. A quiet gasp that breaks the kiss falling out of both of your mouths. She continues to buck her hips up, and you returned the favor by grinding your hips down. Feeling her cock press against your ass gets your own face heating up. Quiet intakes of breath and whimpers are heard from Andrew, they'd go unnoticed if you weren't so close to her. Your ear right against her mouth, your mouth right against her neck.
You position your head slightly and latch your lips onto her neck. She lets out a strangled moan and her head falls back to give you better access. If she wasn't tied, her hands would be holding your hips and pressing you closer to her. You suck the spot on her neck, watching a bridge of spit form when you pull away. The angry red area stares back at you, soon it'll turn into a beautiful purple hickey to remind both of you of what happened. Her hips don't stop at all during this process. In fact, she's greatly sped up. You rut back and forth on her lap, noting the loud moan that exits her when you push your hips down a bit hard. You look into her eyes again, those pupils are so effortlessly magnetizing. She looks back at you and humps against you a tad faster.
"Mmgghh fuck... gonna cum..." She admits, almost desperately. You're honestly still in denial about all of this happening. You lean down and kiss her lips once more, your tongue prodding its way through her teeth and exploring her mouth. She goes still for 2, maybe 3 seconds before screwing her eyes shut and letting out the most sultry moan you've ever heard in your life, her hips spasming against yours. When you feel something wet soak onto your bottom is when you fully come to terms with what just happened. You blush hard and lean up to stare her in the eyes. She stares back, sweat falling from her forehead and landing onto the collar of her shirt.
"...Can I be untied now?"