The only thing Arven wants to hear in a moment like this are his girlfriend’s pants and his, the way she moans his name, and the soft, wet smacks of their bodies meeting every time he thrusts.  Unfortunately, the two of them still lived in the academy dorms, so this was a luxury he rarely enjoyed.  One would think since it was the holidays and most students had returned home for the break that things would be different, yet he wasn’t that lucky.  He tried to focus on his pleasure and hers, but that damn Team Star kid was blasting his fucking music again.

It was like clockwork. Every time things started getting hot and heavy, Arven’s peace would be ruined by his neighbor blasting some sorry excuse for a song.  He was surprised he was even able to maintain an erection during this.  It might not be so bad if it wasn’t so terrible sounding, but the guy’s beats were atrocious.  Arven just couldn’t stomach them.  He hated to diss someone’s passion, but he figured at some point, he’d need to get better or quit blasting it so loud.  Even the few times he attempted to play his own music to drown out Giacomo’s, he could still hear it bleeding through the walls.  He tried to ignore it.  He really did.  He did everything he could to focus on Cassia, but that shit was ruining his mood.

Mid-thrust, he couldn’t take it anymore.  He huffed before completely pulling out of her.  With a growl, he grabbed a pillow and threw it at the wall.  She didn’t think she’d ever seen him so mad in her entire life as he was when he left her lying naked on his bed and scooped his pair of sweatpants off the floor.

“Wh-… Where are you going, babe?” she asked as he yanked the pants up his legs.

“To tell him to shut that off!”

She tugged the blankets up over her tits as she watched Arven march to the door, which he flung open.

“Arven?” she called out after him as he left the dorm.  “Wait, Arven!”

Startled, Cassia grabbed his hoodie that was hanging off the edge of his bed and threw it on.  It was big enough to keep her decent as she rushed to the door to peek out into the hallway.  He was already in front of the next dorm over, banging on the door.

When Giacomo opened the door, both his music and the dank smell of weed flooded the hallway.

“Oh, hey,” the one who went by DJ Vice said.  “What’s up, man?”

“Don’t ‘What’s up, man’ me,” Arven said, folding his arms in front of his bare chest.  Giacomo seemed confused as he looked at the other guy, who was standing before him in only some pajama pants, which were painfully low on his hips and doing little to hide his visible arousal.  “Your music is too damn loud!”

Giacomo sucked his teeth in disbelief.  He went to shut the door, but Arven stuck his foot in it.

“No, no,” he said, pushing the door back open.  “You’re going to cut it down.  You’re disturbing the whole floor!  Cut it down, or I’ll go in there and do it myself.”

The other man couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m disturbing the whole floor?” he replied.  “There’s no one here this week but us!  And like I’d rather hear the porno you’re making over there.  Like… Do y’all ever sleep?  Your girl ain’t got a dorm room you can make her squeal in?”

Cassia was mortified to learn others could hear what she and Arven had been doing. Her cheeks burned with shame, but it didn’t appear to faze her boyfriend.

“At least I’m getting some,” Arven retorted, causing her to gasp from where she was standing.  “No one’s going to fuck you if you keep playing that trash so loud.  Word of advice, it’s like the opposite of a mating call.”

Arven was never this blunt, or vulgar.  He must have really been irritated.  She bit her lip as her thighs subconsciously squeezed together.  He was causing a scene, so she hated to admit how hot this behavior was from him.  She really wished he’d come back to the dorm and finish what they started.

“Man, whatever,” Giacomo scoffed.  “Go back to breaking the bed or whatever you were over there trying to do.”

“Are you going to cut it down so I can do that, or do I have to bring out Mabosstiff to make you cut it down?” asked Arven.

“Pfft… Like that old mutt of yours is any match for mine.”

“Arven!” Cassia called upon seeing Arven clench his fist and square his jaw. “Just drop it!”

“Huh?”  Giacomo peeked out from the door and looked down in her direction.  From where she was standing in the door frame, he wasn’t able to see her, but he recognized her voice.  It was hard not to; she was one of the only students around who wasn’t native to Paldea.  “… Cass?”

Her face burned red upon being recognized, especially knowing now that Giacomo was well aware of her activities with Arven.  Even though she was out of sight, she hid behind the long sleeves of Arven’s hoodie.

“Don’t worry about her.  Leave my girl out of it,” said Arven.  “This is between me and you.”

“Man, what is with you?  I’m not fooling with you anymore.  I’ll cut it down, but not for your sake.”

Cassia heard the door slam, and seconds later, the music did stop.  Arven then returned, slamming his own door behind himself before grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to his bed.  He didn’t lay her down as he had before, choosing instead to bend her over the mattress.  After dropping his pants, he grabbed her hips and began drilling into her again.  She chewed her lip to keep from crying out, then buried her face in his pillow when that proved not to be enough.  She was so much more turned on than she had been originally.  The way he pounded into her, ruthlessly using her to vent his frustration only heightened her arousal.  She wasn’t going to last very long at this rate.  She could not remember ever being this attracted to him in her life.  It went without saying that she loved her sweet little Arven.  She loved how gentle and romantic he could be, but this more aggressive side of him was driving her crazy.

“So tight,” he grunted.  “You like this, babygirl?”

With tears of pleasure brimming her eyes, she bobbed her head in response.

“I think…  I think your little buddy next door has a crush on you,” Arven whispered into her ear. “You should have seen the look on his face when he realized you were mine.”

At this, his teeth grazed her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.  A dark chuckled followed.

“I hope that the next time he hears us he pictures me fucking you…  Just.  Like.  This.”

His words were emphasized with thrusts so deep into her that they knocked the wind out of her lungs.  She had tried to keep it down, but she couldn’t help but moan at how hard she was getting fucked.  The brutal pace was intoxicating.

“That’s it, Cassie…  Make some noise for me, baby.  Let ‘im hear how much you’re enjoying this… how much you love my cock filling you.”

Her fists tightened around his comforter.  Her knuckles were pure white from holding on for dear life as each thrust from him sent her body into the mattress.  Her cunt pulsed around him, and they both knew she was moments away from losing control.

“Good girl.”  His husky praise rumbled in her ear.  “That’s my good girl, Cass…”

His cock scrambled Cassia’s thoughts.  She could hardly form words enough to call his name.  Each time that she tried, it just came out “Ah… Aah…”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy right now, squeezing my cock like that,” Arven breathed.  “‘M close. Fuck, I‘m so close now…  Cum for me, babygirl.  Cum for me.”

As she predicted, his behavior quickly sent her over the edge.  Her body bucked and jerked beneath him from her climax, which wrung the loudest, most desperate moans out of her.

Now this…  This was music to Arven’s ears.

He went rigid upon hearing his girlfriend cry out as she gushed around his length.  His hips snapped forward one last time before he spilled inside of her with a shuddering, guttural groan.  Her pussy greedily milked every drop out of him, sending him to a realm of pleasure of which he’d never experienced.  Those brief moments of white hot ecstacy felt like they lasted an eternity for both of them.

Arven’s breathing was ragged when she felt his firm body slump against her back. She felt a few final languid thrusts as he leisurely planted kisses against her cheek.

“You think… he heard us?” she asked once she had cooled down enough to form rational thoughts.

“He put on his headphone as he closed the door,” Arven huffed.  His palm came down against the mattress in frustration.  “Headphones, Cassie!  That little pest had headphones this whole time!”

Cassia snorted, but shook her head.  Truth be told, she was glad he didn’t use them sooner.