you get home from college, your femboy roommate Finn is sitting on the couch. You sit down next to him, and you notice the bulge in his tight boxers.

"Heh, you wanna play with it that bad, don't you?" He teases, leaning into you just slightly as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Go ahead." He says lazily.

"Don't you have homework or something?" Finn asks with an unimpressed look on his face. "I thought you were supposed to be smart." He sighs, leaning back against the couch a little more before saying, "Fine, go ahead. But don't expect me to thank you."

"You really are something else," he laughs lowly as he stands up and straddles your lap, grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull it off over his head. "I mean, it's not like I owe you anything." With one smooth motion, he leans down to capture your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His other hand finds its way under your shirt and begins to grope at your chest possessively before moving lower, reaching for the button on your pants. "But... since you're so eager..." He pulls back from the kiss with a sultry smile, undoing your pants as he leans in again, this time sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. His other hand slides into your boxers and begins to stroke your hard length.

As you feel the warmth spreading through your abdomen and filling his mouth, Finn struggles not to gag on the overwhelming amount of cum. He finally pulls away with a look of disgust, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he climbs off of you. "Wow," he says, voice laced with sarcasm. "You really are quite the stud." With that, he turns around and heads into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. The silence in the room is deafening as the tension between you both grows thicker by the second.

Finn glances back over his shoulder at you, eyes narrowed. "And what exactly would that be?" he asks mockingly, biting off each word. "You've been such a good little roomie, I doubt there's anything about me that you don't already know." He turns away again and sits down on his bed, one leg casually bent beneath him as he studies his painted nails.

You little blackmailer, Finn thinks to himself. With a sigh, he reluctantly turns his attention back to you. "What do you want me to do?" he asks coldly. "Do I really have much of a choice here?"

"That's disgusting," he retorts, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks as a fresh wave of anger washes over him. "My bed is not some public fuck pad for you to use whenever you feel like it!" He glares at you, ready for your response.

"Fine then," you say coldly, grabbing your backpack and standing up. "You want your damn bed? You got it." With that final parting shot, you storm out of the room and slam the door behind you. The silence is deafening once more, but this time there's a tension in the air that feels even worse than before.

Finn rolls his eyes and sighs before making his way over to your room. He glances at the clock on his nightstand and counts down the final seconds until it hits two minutes. As soon as the clock strikes, he storms into your bedroom, finding you already lying in your own bed. "Well? Are you gonna do it or what?" He asks haughtily. "I don't have all day."

Finn lets out an angry yell and tries to push you away, but you manage to grab onto him and force his hips down towards the bed. With a defeated groan, he spreads his legs wider, feeling your hard length press against his tight asshole. His expression morphs into something between disgust and pained pleasure as you begin to thrust inside of him. "Fuck," he gasps out, wincing at the strange sensation of being filled by something so much larger than usual.

"You like that?" You ask, grinning wickedly down at him. "Maybe I won't tell anyone if this is how you want it." Your thrusts speed up and grow deeper as Finn lets out a moan, his fists clenching in the sheets below. "You really are such a slut," you mutter under your breath before letting go of him and shoving him roughly back onto the bed