5:08
It usually wasn’t like this.
You’d been living with your friend Victor for almost a year, and this had never happened—not once. Your living arrangements was a bit unconventional but you didn’t wanna pay full rent, and Victor was tired of living alone. You knew his habits well enough by now. He’s a single man in his 20s it was almost expected. Whenever he disappears into his room with his headphones and shut the door, that was his time. You weren’t naïve but you also didn’t care, everybody does it. You also had your reserved time to play with yourself. It’s just apart of life not something to spiral over.
Except now you couldn’t ignore it.
The sound wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t even muted. It was high, sharp, almost cartoonish moaning bleeding straight through the wall between your rooms, loud enough that you paused mid-equation, pen hovering uselessly over your notebook.
You stared up at the ceiling, blinking slowly.
These walls are way too thin.
You tried to tune it out. You really did. You forced your eyes back onto the math problem in front of you, jaw tight, fingers tapping against the desk. But the noises didn’t fade. If anything, they got worse. You would’ve thought he appreciated realism like the rest of the world, and moved on to twitter. But it seemed like the French boy preferred to manufactured shit that tortured your ears— you didn’t want to hear anything actually.
There was some dialogue too, but you couldn’t place the language. It wasn’t English. It wasn’t French either. That made it worse, somehow. Why was Victor watching something he couldn’t even understand? And why was it this loud?
After ten minutes, you snapped.
You pushed back from your desk with a sharp scrape of the chair, running a hand down your face as you stood. This was ridiculous. You shouldn’t have to suffer through your roommate’s porn while trying to study. Your stomach churned nervously, how do you even tell someone you can hear them gooning and not be just as embarrassed.
You stepped into the hallway, stopping in front of his door.
Up close, it was even worse. God he needed to download twitter. You knocked once, the sound cut off immediately.
There was a pause. Then the door cracked open just enough for Victor’s face to appear, brows lifted slightly, expression cautious.
“Yes?” he asked.
You opened your mouth.
Nothing came out.
He waited, fingers tapping lightly against the doorframe. “You okay?”
“I—” You swallowed. “I can hear your videos through the wall. You didn’t connect your headphones.”
The words spilled out all at once.
His entire face flushed. His mouth fell open a little before he snapped it shut, nodding fast.
“Oh—shit. I’m—yeah. I’m so sorry. I didn’t—fuck.”
He shut the door quickly, clearly mortified.
You stood there for a moment before turning back to your room, heart thudding harder than it should’ve been.
Victor Wembanyama was too freaked out for his own good.
The second time happened later.
Much later.
You were already in bed, lights off, halfway to sleep when it started again: obnoxiously , breathy moaning slicing through the quiet. Victor needed a girlfriend or maybe a hobby, even though you’d think basketball would be enough. Your eyes snapped open.
You stared at the ceiling, blinking the sleep away.
This time, it felt deliberate.
You rolled onto your side, listening. The volume had to be maxed out. There was no way he didn’t know. Either Victor was completely shameless—or he wanted to be caught.
The thought made your stomach twist.
You huffed, throwing the blanket off and standing, arms crossed tight as you padded down the hallway. The sounds were even worse outside his door. You knocked, harder this time.
“Yeah?” His voice sounded strained.
“Plug your headphones in,” you snapped. “I can hear everything.”
“Huh?!—”
You scoffed.
Before he could say anything else, you pushed the door open.
Victor gasped. His phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a loud smack. Your eyes dropped automatically and froze.
The screen showed some stereotypical pornhub video. The kind with angles, dramatic lighting, and stupid faces.
You stared.
“…Dude you need to grow up”
“Oh my god,” Victor groaned, scrambling to grab his phone. His face was blotchy now, flushed deep red as he tried—and failed—to shut it off. You bit your lip, fighting laughter.
Victor Wembanyama. Seven-foot prodigy. Watching the loudest, fakest porn imaginable.
You laughed. Soft at first, then louder when he covered himself instinctively, shoulders hunched.
“You’re unbelievable,” you said, amused.
He wouldn’t look at you.
You stepped closer, smirk tugging at your mouth. “So. Was this on purpose? Or do you just keep ‘forgetting’ your headphones?”
Silence.
You sat on the edge of his bed, patting the mattress beside you. He hesitated, then sat, phone clutched tight over his lap.
“Finish it,” you said calmly.
His head snapped up. “What?”
“I said finish your video.”
The way his breath stuttered told you everything.
You leaned against his shoulder, eyes on the screen as he hesitantly hit play again. The noise filled the room, it nearly split your ears but you wanted to see how far it’d go. You slid a hand under his shirt, feeling his breath hitch.
He didn’t stop you.
You traced slow patterns over his stomach, smirking when you felt the tension coil beneath your fingers.
“You’re cute,” you murmured. “Getting this worked up over internet girls.”
“It’s—” He stopped himself, cheeks burning.
You guided his hand where you wanted it. “Take care of it.”
“In front of you?”
“In front of me! I’ll tell you exactly what to do, it’ll be fun!”
“I hate that you’re treating this like a game.”
You giggled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his temple, he rolled his eyes a little but rested his head on your shoulder. You ran a hand through his hair lovingly using your other hand to take his and place it over his bulge. He put his phone on your thigh, his doe eyes still locked on the screen as he went to put his hands in his pants, but you grabbed his wrist shaking your head.
“Not yet, you gotta let it simmer. I want you to last as long as possible “ His face was cherry red, but he listened to you slowly palming himself through his pants. You watched his brows knit together as he held a little tighter onto his dick, he rubbed himself a little harder his jaw dropping a little bit at the harsh friction. He kept his focus on his phone screen, moving his hand faster making you slap his wrist with a disapproving glare.
“Keep it slow or you’re going to cum fast. Let me have my fun Vic ”
He shook his head, his hand slowing down with a small huff, swallowing loudly as he blinked a few times down at his phone. You began massaging his scalp again, pressing another kiss to his forehead humming softly. Your eyes shifted from the girl getting her guts rearranged to Victor’s hand moving slowly over the fabric, it was a pretty hard to stay focused on one thing. You watched him shift and squirm as his hand stayed moving at a slow pace. He peppered kisses and soft moans against your neck.
“Alright, you can start now”
He sighed loudly in relief before sliding down his underwear, pressing his cheek against your shoulder letting out the cutest gasp when he was able to wrap his hand around his dick with no barriers. You let your hand cup his cheek, your thumb stroking his cheekbone gently as you watched his hips move a little making you squeeze his hip a little.
“Aw, look at you. Fucking your hand in front of me while watching your little internet girls.”
Victor whined loudly as he moved his hand a little faster. You didn’t say anything this time, feeling his cheeks get hotter under your hand. You could feel your core growing wetter and wetter, you’d need your own alone time after this.
“It’s just porn.”
You laughed a little down at him, his eyes squeezing shut as you tangled your hand into his hair tugging softly.
“Lay down,” You commanded sharply feeling his warmth leave you as he laid on his back, his hand still tightly wrapped around the base of his dick breathing heavily as you laid on your side slowly pushing his shirt up to reveal his chest making his stomach flinch inwards.
“Give me your hand.” He gave you his free hand, but you shook your head nodding towards his occupied hand making him huff softly as he let go of his dick the soft smack of it hitting his stomach making you smile softly. You took his wrist into your hand, bringing his hand to your mouth slowly spitting into his palm making him whimper a little.
“Fuck your hand, Victor.” You whispered rubbing your nose against his cheek, eyes casting downward to watch his hand tightly fist around the had of his dick moaning softly when he lifted his hips into his hand.
He started off slow the blushy head of his dick appearing and disappearing in his fist, a few squelching sounds filling his room making your stomach tighten as you rubbed your thighs together. You rubbed his tense stomach tightly making you hum softly, you pressed a kiss to his shoulder nudging his knee with yours.
“Go faster.” You whispered hearing him groan quietly as he thrusted his now leaking dick into his hand. His hazy brown eyes rolling back a little as he shut his eyes, his pouty lips parting causing a few gritty moans to fall out, and his head falling to the side as his hips snapped into his tight fist.
“Loosen your grip. I don’t want you to cum yet.”
“Not-Not gonna cum yet.”
“Loosen your grip, Vic.” He whined at your command but listened hesitantly, his grip getting looser but his hips never stopping. You pressed a kiss to his jawline as he knitted his brows together, you nuzzled into his neck smirking softly at how his soft moans mixed in with the video, that was slowly coming to a end.
“Focus on the head more. I wanna hear you moan. You sound so cute.”
“You’re so bossy.” He huffed still listening to you, rubbing his palm on his head making him gasp quietly his back arching off his bed. You watched his hand clumsy rub at the pretty pink head of his dick, making you smirk softly rubbing his stomach once again. “You look so good baby, your teammates know you like shit like this?” He shook his head quickly as he pumped his dick, moaning loudly at the sensation as if he’s never experienced it before.
“You love being told what to do, don’t you? You need your roommates to help you cum hm?” His whole face was red again, his stomach clenched at your harsh yet true words. You watched his hand work faster, harder, desperate to cum, his hips fucking into his palm once again groaning loudly as he rolled his head away from you.
You grabbed his jaw making him face you once again, he whimpered loudly eyes still shut and brows still tightly knitted together as you glanced down at the tiny pool of transparent liquid on his clenching stomach. You gently stroked his cheek humming softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead as you rested your chin on his head.
“This dick so pretty baby, why you been hiding it? I know you wanna cum so bad” He nodded in your hand before groaning softly as you watched his lips twitch a little which made you fill with the need to kiss him. You looked down watching his thighs shake a little, you pressed a sweet kiss in between his furrowed brows with a sweet smile.
“You can cum. Let mommy watch you cum”
You swore you could hear him mumble out a thank you before a beautiful long moan leaving his trembling moan leave his lips. His hand held tightly on his shaft when he came, thick spurts of creamy opal decorated on his stomach even shooting high enough to stain his shirt. He gave his dick a few more strokes before slowing his hand down, his chest rising and falling quickly moaning once again.
Your hand tangled in his hair again, softly stroking the strands as he struggled to catch his breath. You pressed another soft kiss to his temple making him inch closer to you wanting to be held. That was adorable, he was pretty adorable now that you’re looking at him in this light.
“Holy shit.” He groaned looking down at his stomach, his head falling back onto his matters sighing softly as he ran a hand through his hair as you sat up looking around his room. You got up to grab a towel from his laundry basket, giving him a soft smile as you turned back towards him watching him cover his eyes with the crook of his elbow.
“Can’t believe you watched me beat it— this is embarrassing”
You laughed quietly as you sat next to him smiling sweetly over at him as you cleaned off his chest smirking softly.
“I don’t know it was pretty hot to me”
He blushed softly as he pulled his arm off his face smiling softly down at you.
“You were really into it.”
“I was just responding to you, it seemed like you throughly enjoyed it”
Victor laughed at that, his cheeks getting rosier if that was even possible. There was a nice silence. One which you filled by pulling his pants upend pulling his soiled shirt off. You let your finger run down the bridge of his nose, trace his cupids bow briefly before leaning in to press the softest kiss to his lips.
“Is it going to be weird now?” He asked as you pulled away, his hands finding your waist to hold onto you with an innocent tilt of his head. You positioned yourself on top of him humming softly as you shook your head a little, your hand resting on his chest pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
“Doesn’t have to be. We can do this again if you want or we can…not. It’s whatever. We’ll still be friends and roommates.”
“I mean, yeah, but I don’t want us just fucking around without a title—I’m a pervert but a gentleman.”
You scrunched up your face but his words stuck to you, it’s not like everybody didn’t already think yall were together. So might as well?
You paused for a moment before shrugging your shoulders a little, resting your cheek on his chest feeling his hand tangle into your hair.
“Maybe we can go see a movie or something this weekend, if you want to.”
He massaged your scalp softly making you smile against his chest, your hand drawing small circles on his shoulder.
“I would like that, maybe I can touch you next time…”
You laughed into his chest, shaking your head a little bit with a small eye roll.
