"God damnit, (Y.N.)! You gotta stop moving my shit! I can't find my stuff half the time, and it's fucking annoying!"

"Well maybe if you put it in it's freakin' place, we wouldn't have this problem, Adam! For instance, my room? My space! You can't just throw the door open like that! What if I'd been changing or something?"

"It's my place!"

"I pay half the rent! It's half mine too!"

Another night, another fight.

You knew you were taking a chance by moving in with your friend Adam, but you never realized it would be this bad. At first, it had all been good. It had all been running smoothly. You came home from work, cooked, and then watched TV in the living room while eating dinner with Adam every couple of nights. You had just convinced him to watch Stranger Things, and now he was hooked. The next shows were Voltron and iZombie. All had a good amount to binge, and it made evenings with Adam very entertaining. He laughed at how excited you would get, and how easily you would freak out. You would laugh right back at him when a scene later, he would yell just as loudly at the TV too. It was fun. It worked. You were good.

But then you had to cancel on him a couple of nights in a row. You had some meetings you needed to attend. You were always tired. And you started falling asleep while watching almost every time.

You had a sneaking suspicion at first that he didn't like how you kept falling asleep on him, and that that's why he was acting all snippy. But he started becoming more distant, especially when you made a point to sit on a different couch to stop making him uncomfortable. In your defense, you thought it would make things better! He didn't like you touching him after all, right?

So why did he start throwing such a hissy fit over tiny little things throughout the day otherwise?

Adam was a great friend. He always listened to you rant, and theorize, and tell him how to do stuff he probably already knew how to do, but you just needed to give him a better way. He'd always quirk a brow, and look at you skeptically as he nodded slowly and replied with a muffled, "a~huh." You meant well, but maybe after a living together, it was a bit much. Regardless, you tried to change to keep the balance.

Your friend Brandon always texted you saying maybe you needed to find another place because it wasn't fair to you to try to change who you are. But you didn't want to do that. He started invited himself over "for backup" supposedly, but it would be very awkward when you were busy cooking, gossiping about whatever new stuff happened in the office that day with Brandon drinking a glass of wine behind you, and Adam would get home and just stare.

The first time, you greeted him saying, "Hey Adam! I made some stir fry if you want some. Ready for Voltron tonight?"

He just glared at Brandon and you as he walked towards his room and huffed that he had finished it last week since you kept falling asleep and weren't paying attention anyways. That stung, badly. You didn't even respond because all you could think was 'without me?'

You tightened your jaw in annoyance and responded, "Oh... Well, if you're not going to eat, I'm making Brandon take the leftovers home."

"Do whatever you want."

Adam had slammed the door to his room then, and then Brandon leaned in close and harshly whispered to you, "that's your roommate? Girl! Ignore everything I said and bug him until he gives you a good angry shag."

"What the? Oh my god, dude! Don't say crazy stuff like that. He's my roommate, not my boyfriend."

"Does he have to be for you to hook up? Or is he on the same team as me? Oh my god, do I have a chance?"

Brandon could be annoying at times, but he was always a riot. And you really needed a friend again since Adam kept being so mean to you. Alas, considering his new found interest, he kept inviting himself over and consistently bugging Adam. Asking if he'd like to sit and eat with the both of you, continually offering wine (which he'd bring plenty of every night), and suggesting shows to watch that were less than group friendly.

"Do you mean Buffy, the vampire slayer?"

"No, Muffy. She's a lesbian vampire slayer and the vamps she's after are all lesbians. Adam, don't you think that would be a great show to watch?"

"Brandon! I fucking swear, we are not watching porn!"

After he went so far as to suggest videos like that, you put your foot down and told him he wasn't allowed to come back to your place anymore until he went and fucked someone else to get Adam off his system.

"But (Y.N.)~," he whined. "I can't get him out of my system just by hooking up with someone else! I need hiiiiim."

"Well, I'm pretty sure he doesn't like penis so figure it out," you demanded as you pushed him out the door of your apartment.

He continued resisting your forcefulness as he went out, but then he heard a sound at the end of the hall and immediately righted himself and dust himself off as you fell onto his back. He turned, pushing the wine into your hands and leaning in to whisper into your ear, "Fine. I'll figure it out. But I'm begging you, do him for me."

He left you a confused, blushing mess at your doorway but quickly your embarrassment turned to irritation as Adam pushed his way past you saying, "What, did your boyfriend breakup with you finally?"

You walked into the apartment yourself, closing the door behind you and exclaiming, "No. My friend is just a stupid limp noodle with no filter."

Adam had stopped having dinner with you after Brandon kept showing up, though he always kept his door open. A great joy for Brandon since Adam would always walk around his room shirtless, and come out to moodily grab milk or his jug of water.

Brandon always drooled like crazy for him, and would slap your shoulder so hard, you had a couple of bruises develop from his over-excitement.

You made a mistake of wearing a summer dress with spaghetti straps one day, and Adam got so mad. He yelled at you because "why would you let someone hit you? Did you at least fight back? Did you give them bruises like that too?"

You were taken aback to say the least. Not just by his anger, but by the way he grabbed your wrist to make you turn and look at him. You responded that it wasn't on purpose, and that Brandon had just gotten too excited.

"It happens sometimes, and I bruise easily. Look."

At that, you pulled your hand out of his grasp wrist-side up, and slapped your forearm with enough force to sting but not really "hurt."

He yelled at you then again. Again, what was wrong with you? Are you some sort of masochist? Why would you do that? Even he wasn't that ridiculous.

"Are you kidding me, Adam? You're the asshole who breaks shit every time you can't handle how mad you get. How many walls have we had to plaster over because you get so pissed? And how many more holes did you fix before I moved in with you? Don't you go calling me crazy when you're just as psychotic as me!"

That had been the start of nightly fights that only quieted down because he started bring girls home... Though the quiet wasn't really that quiet because each girl must have been a wannabe porn star with how loud they yelled. You started to hate him little by little each night because every morning, you would have no sleep. And every day at work, during those slow parts of the day when sleep was just a blink too long away, some of your coworkers started joking that your roommate sure hadn't been letting you get much sleep recently, huh. With unkempt irritation and no shame you responded, "As if. It's more his stupid hook upsdon't seem to understand that fucking isn't always a porno, and that everyone around doesn't need to know what the fuck they're doing. But I can't use earplugs or else I won't be able to hear my alarm in the morning when it's time for me to wake up. I really hate my life right now."

All your coworkers were put off by you for killing their gossip. Brandon on the other hand was livid because "I told YOU to fuck him for me! Not to listen to other hoes fuck him!"

You were so done with not having any peace and quiet anymore that after two months of hardly any sleep, you got sick and stayed in bed all day. You called in of course to let your employees know, but Adam wasn't aware. So he went about his day as he normally would. You normally left the apartment by 7 every morning. You assumed Adam left around 9 since he would always get back a little after 6:30, but at 7:30 he was already getting ready and kicking out the newest of his conquests. They were being so loud, and he was being so rude, you stepped out to see what the problem was.

Adam had his hair all wet fresh from the shower, and all he had on was a towel with a pair of black boxers and jeans in hand. He was shoving the blond girl out, saying "yes, yes, it was fun. I'll call you later. Get home safely. But you need to get out. I've had enough of you for one night, and I need to clean the mess you made so my roommate doesn't accuse me of being an ass. Now leave!"

Your nose was all red, your eyes super puffy. Your hair was a tangled wild mess, and you wore your favorite polka dot robe. The noise they were making as they bickered towards the door was doing nothing to help your headache, but thank goodness you hadn't had much of a cough because for some reason, the scene before you was very satisfying to watch.

"Adam, please. I haven't even showered. I barely have my clothes on. Give me a minute to get decent before forcing me out the door!"

"You should've woken up early. I told you you couldn't stay the night, and that I had to leave early."

"I thought you meant like 10!"

You watch in a daze, quietly rubbing your nose with tissue so your nose wouldn't drip, but after a minute, you got tired and walked to the fridge for some orange juice. The moment you opened the fridge and bent down, Adam turned in surprise. His boxers and pants covered his loin area as he held on tightly to his towel and loudly asked, "(Y.N.)! What are you doing here?"

You grabbed the juice and DayQuil, and poured a mix of both into one cup.

After chugging the concoction down, you pointed at the two of them and said, "you assholes haven't let me sleep in two months... I wouldn't have gotten so sick if I had been able to sleep, but you fucks fucked me over. I hate being sick! I'm going to bed and sleeping. And for once! I won't have you assholes screaming and being gross the entire time I'm trying to rest! That's what I'm doing!"

After a moment, you started coughing, and quietly whined that your throat hurt while trudging over to your room. You didn't even have enough energy to slam the door properly, but it did the job. The moment you reached the foot of your bed, you let yourself fall forward and get comfortable as you are. What you didn't expect was Adam to come in quietly.

He sighed as he looked you over and helped push you into a more comfortable position. You were annoyed he was in there. You were sure he was there to gloat, but he didn't say anything. So you said it instead.

"Don't worry. I'll stop being an annoying ass once I move out. Then you can fuck whoever you want whenever you want, and you won't have me shitting on you for not being considerate."

He stopped moving the covers over you and stepped away from the bed when he processed what you had said.

"Are you kidding? Where are you even going to go!"

"I don't know. I'll find something."

"The whole reason I offered you to move in was because you couldn't find anywhere you could afford! That's bullshit!"

He was so mad he threw your alarm clock across the room. You were so startled, you screamed and curled up into a ball when he did that. But after you saw the mess he made over your drawers, you hoarsely screamed "what the fuck! Get out out of my room. Get out!"

You began to take after your grandmother's habit of cleaning when angry, and constantly cleaned the entire apartment. He in turn took to constantly criticizing what you had cleaned, and purposely making "his space" messy again.

Which led to your most recent fight where he stormed into your room, yelling about where you leave his stuff. Since he came into your room, you angrily stomped out, slamming the door closed behind you. But now you have a dilemma. You're not going to leave your place because of that prick, but you're not going to just sit angrily in the living room either. You're so mad, you don't think before you end up finding yourself lying down in the bottom of Adam's closet. His long jackets and pants hang close over you in a mess, and all his shoes lay piled at one edge. Luckily for you, he doesn't have too many pairs so you have enough space to lay down in the dark and just... breathe. You were so frustrated the past few months, you haven't been able to even think, much less consider why things are the way they are. You don't get much of a chance to do so now either though because almost as soon as you finally calm your racing heart, Adam comes storming into his own room. He doesn't say anything, but he does yell a lot. And break things... You don't try to see what's being broken, but you can hear wood cracking, and a lot of things being thrown across the room. A couple of things crash against the closet, startling you and making the closet open just a crack.

He's so mad—and it's your fault. You've been doing so much to purposely annoy him and make it clear you're still here. Yes, you're leaving. And for some reason, the thought of leaving him makes you sad still. Before things got all messed up, he was such a good friend. At times, you secretly find yourself wishing you could've been more, but now it seems that's never going to happen. He must hate you with how mad he gets because of you. So, with guilt eating at you, you eventually start crying.

Your head hurts so much, you find yourself crying yourself to sleep. But when you wake up some time later, you no longer hear the sounds of destruction like before. Now, you hear the sound of quiet huffs and mumbled curses.

"Stupid cunt. Always moving my shit and acting all innocent like she didn't do anything wrong. She's the one who started bringing hookups over first. Obviously she's just mad she didn't get to actually hook up with him cuz I was here. That fucker... always getting close to her and whispering dirty things to her. She's too innocent to be listening to shit like that. Piece of shit. And porn! Fucking porn!"

You're awake enough now to follow his thought process somewhat, but it just annoys you. You roll your eyes as you sit up, but then you realize something sounds off. He's mumbling, and clearly thinking of something else because it doesn't make sense he would start taking about Brandon like if he was your boyfriend or something. And he's been the only guy to come over. Why would he think that?

You rub your eyes of any remaining moisture and then take note that it sounds like a weird rubbing noise outside. Almost like... You can't bring yourself to even think of what you suspect it might be in the back of your head. Instead, you scoot over and look out of the bit where the door popped open. You barely hold in your gasp as you scoot backwards, but the image you just saw is burned into your eyes...

Adam, just barely building up a sweat, his hand moving fast up and down, much higher than you would've expected in all honestly, and him glaring at the door as more angry rants pour from his mouth.

"How fucking stupid can she be? I know she doesn't get shit, or realize how much I want her with me, but she can't be that stupid. She has to know what she does when she goes around like she does. She's not that stupid!"

You carefully crawl forward again, not believing your ears, and now your eyes. He looks away then, and starts pumping faster and angrier.

"She shouldn't let other people touch her! She shouldn't let anyone. Hell, even me. Why would she be ok with sleeping on me? Did she want me to hold her? To hug her and pull her into my lap how I wanted to do? That's why I'm in this dam mess! She's too damn cute... it's not my fault I started liking her! Ugh, but this stupid asshole wouldn't ever like me. If she did, she'd realize how I feel and how crazy she makes me!"

He starts to slow down then, his eyes opening but just staring up at the ceiling. His hand moves slowly, and he moves himself a little lower down on his pillows, getting more comfortable.

"If she fucking liked me, she'd say it already. She'd kiss me, and hug me, and take me to the sofa instead of that stupid Brad or whatever his name was. Then she'd straddle me... She'd get up on top of me, and let me taste her lips. She'd put her tongue in my mouth, and let me feel how soft and hot her lips are. She'd hold on to my shoulders as she grinds against me. God, I wanna feel how she moves. I wanna know how she likes to make love, and what makes her wet."

You pull away from the opening in the closet, going down and staring back up at the clothes hanging above you. You're in shock. He likes you? But how? He's been hooking up with other people and even spending the night on different occasions at other people's place instead of coming back here. There's no way he likes you! And absolutely no way you could like him. He's always so angry! You can't be with someone that angry. But... you did really love how he smiled, and how he lost himself in his emotions. If he just didn't lose himself in his anger so often, it would be better. But when he liked a show for instance, he'd get into it. He'd think about it, and come up with all kinds of stories about them. And he'd come up with scenes and scenarios of what they'd say and how they'd act. He'd acted out a lot of scenes for you before too.

Now that you think about it, maybe that's why you fell for him. You hate to admit it, but you get angry with the girls he hooks up with because you felt like there was something that could happen between you two. And him being with them meant that, no, there wasn't anything. But maybe there is. He's clearly imaging what could happen between you two, and now he's talking about how he'd want to put his fingers inside you.. You find yourself start to squeeze your legs uncomfortably, suddenly feeling very hot and with a strong need for something to fill you. You scoot further away from the door, towards the wall, and squeeze your hands over your chest to keep them away from your thighs. Your toes start to curl as you squirm around, but you try to remain calm. You breath deeply, and try to ignore him. You stare up at the abyss, trying to think of anything else, but his voice is so commanding. You can't help but listen, and imagine what he's saying.

You can almost feel his long fingers pumping inside you as he holds your thigh down with the other hand. You can feel his hot breath over that thigh, and now his wet kisses. And his breath over your core before he pulls his fingers out and pulls your hips off the couch and towards his mouth. He wants to know what you taste like, but you now want to know what his mouth feels like. All over you. His voice sputters as he gets close, and when he finishes, he stops talking but your mind continues the image he put in your mind. You hate yourself when you try to crawl forward to check on him, but are very thankful to see that once he finished, he passed out. You can now pay more attention to the room and see that he threw all his clothes in the corner so he's completely naked. It'd be so easy to go over and climb on top of him. Make his fantasy come true.. How bad could that be? But you'd never be able to face him if you did.

Now that you think about it, how are you going to face him? You just heard his deepest desire, and can't leave. For one, he might wake up. For another, if he does, he's completely naked and you know why. There's no way. You have to wait till he's snoring so you can sneak out. But who knows how long that will take.

You look around, trying to see what you could possibly distract yourself with until you can leave, but you can't ignore the throb between your legs. You're sure you'd be able to feel your blood rushing if you even just put your hand over your cunt, but you can't! He'll hear you! You resist the urge as much as you can, but eventually you turn over on all fours and thrust your hips backwards to at least get the sensation of fucking out of your system. It's not enough, you need something to fill you. You lean down onto your arms and bite your clenched fist so hard, you break through the skin and start to bleed a little. Short little huffs leave you from the pain, but it seems it can't compare to the throbbing need deep in your core. You crawl forward once more to check, and Adam is finally breathing deeply. This would be the perfect opportunity to leave, but you physically can't. You keep seeing yourself getting on top of Adam the moment you step out. You keep imaging wrapping your mouth around his dick, or even just getting on top of him and rubbing your bare pussy over him until he's hard enough to—no!

For your sanity, you decide to just handle your needs before leaving and scoot all the way down to the bottom of the closet and spread your legs. Your finger starts to circle your clit, but you're already so soaked. Rather than waste time warming up, you go straight to work and begin pushing down on the sensitive area right above the entrance to your vagina and work your way down and in. Quickly, you find yourself stuffing a finger in, then two, and even three in a matter of minutes. Normally it takes you at least 20, but there's something about Adam...

Your fingers move fast, in and out, and in the quiet darkness, and all you can imagine is that it's Adam's fingers inside of you. It's Adam's hands moving over your torso, and under your shirt. It's his hands cupping your breast, and then kneading them so roughly, so painfully, so thoroughly and well. Little moans escape you, and you have to take off your cardigan to bite into just to make sure you don't wake him up. You're so close to the edge, faster than you've ever made it in your life, you pull back just so it can last longer. It's never felt as intense as it does now. You don't know if it's because you know this is what Adam wants to do to you, or if it's because of the voyeur nature of this whole situation. Whatever the case, though rationally you want this to go as quickly as possible, your eager, greedy body makes you edge yourself over and over. Before you know it, you fall asleep from an orgasm so intense, you pass out with Adam's name just barely sneaking off your lips.