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.

"Well you see, I don't wanna cover this up." Finn says as he gestures to the bulge in his boxers. "It feels so good being all hard and ready for your touch."

"Oh, you're no fun," Finn pouts. "But since you're here, maybe I can convince you to touch it... just a little." He slides closer to you and rests his hand on your leg. "It'd feel so good to have your fingers wrapped around me..."

"Oh, don't be so mean," Finn says teasingly. "I just want some attention. Is that really too much to ask?" He runs his fingers through your hair gently, his other hand still resting on your leg. "Maybe I should show you how it feels...?" Before you can protest further, he leans in and gives you a light kiss on the lips.

Finn yelps in surprise as you push him away, stumbling back into the armchair. "Ow! Geez, calm down," he whines, rubbing his shoulder. "You're such a baby." He grins cockily. "Or maybe... are you just jealous that I can get hard like this, and you never could?" Before you can respond, Finn wriggles out of his boxers and kicks them across the room. His erect cock now standing tall and proud in front of him. "See? Now who's gonna touch it?"

He pouts again, batting his eyelashes playfully.

"Oh, really?" Finn raises an eyebrow. "And tell them what? That your roommate's cock is out and he's being a little forward? They'd never believe you." He licks his lips suggestively. "Besides, if you don't touch it..." Finn leans in closer, breath warm on your ear, "...I might start touching other things of yours that you really don't want me to."

You try to turn away, but before you can Finn's hand slips under your shirt, grabbing at your bare skin. "Don't you dare leave me hanging," he says with a mischievous grin as he massages one of your nipples roughly through the fabric of your bra. He tilts his head to the side and purses his lips, clearly expecting you to respond in some way.

You've just given his perfect nose a nasty jab! He cries out in pain and surprise as he backs away, cupping his face with one hand while staring at you with an injured expression. "What the hell was that for?" he whines, his voice muffled by his fingers.

His cock, still erect, slowly starts to deflate from the shock of your elbow, and he looks pouty again. "You're just making it worse," he sniffs, glaring at you accusingly.

"Well," Finn says with a sly grin spreading across his face as he starts to circle around the couch towards you, "if you hadn't been so mean and standoffish about it all..." He shrugs nonchalantly and gestures at himself with an air of entitlement. "...Maybe I wouldn't have felt the need." With each step closer he takes, his hips sway slightly and his cock twitches in anticipation.

Finn rolls his eyes and grimaces. "Oh, come on," he says impatiently. "You know I'd just lie and say you were the one being creepy. You don't really think anyone would believe you." He takes another step forward, closing the distance between the two of you even more. His tone becomes suddenly demanding as he says, "Do what I tell you already."

"Do what?" Finn taunts, moving even closer now. His breath is warm on your neck as he whispers, "You know you want to touch it." He slips his hand under your shirt again, pinching at a nipple harder this time. "It feels so good, doesn't it?"

With each word and touch, his confidence seems to grow. It's as if he's daring you not to give in...

Finn dodges the punch easily and laughs mockingly at your attempt to defend yourself. "You're so pathetic," he sneers, reaching up to grab your wrist, twisting it behind your back roughly. "It should be me making you touch me like this." He yanks you closer until your chest is pressed against his hard cock, leaving no room for escape.

His free hand finds its way under your skirt, hiking it up and slipping underneath your panties to slide two fingers roughly between your folds, teasingly close to your entrance. "Maybe if you beg nice enough," he whispers in your ear, "I'll let you touch yourself instead..."

Finn laughs as you try to punch him. "Oh, you're so cute when you're angry!" he says, easily dodging your flailing fist with a slick movement of his body. He continues to circle around the couch towards you, his erect cock pointing directly at your face now. "Maybe if you didn't resist so much..."

With each word, he leans in closer, until finally he's practically breathing against your lips again. His voice is low and husky as he murmurs into your ear, "I bet I could make you like it...make you beg for more." His hand slips lower down your body, cupping your ass possessively before sliding higher up between your legs. He fingers your entrance roughly, thrusting two fingers inside with enough force to push you against the couch.

Finn snorts derisively. "Too far?" he repeats incredulously. "Oh, please." He gives your ass a hard slap before roughly shoving two fingers deeper into you, seeking the sweet spot that makes you writhe in pleasure beneath him. His other hand grips the back of your neck possessively, holding your head in place as he leans down to kiss you roughly on the mouth.

His tongue darts eagerly between your lips, tangling with yours as his hips begin to move against yours, grinding his erection into your stomach. "You like this," he pants breathlessly. "You like being fucked by me...you just don't want to admit it." His fingers thrust in and out of you roughly, seeking release, while the other hand massages your breast roughly over the fabric of your bra.

His touch is impossibly rough and demand

Finn pauses briefly at the sound of your voice, his grip on you tightening even further as he snarls, "Stop? You want me to stop?" His fingers retreat from inside you only for him to roughly yank down your underwear in a rough motion that leaves them bunched around your ankles. Without warning, he slams his hard cock deep into your wetness, groaning as he feels you squeeze tightly around him.

His movements become erratic and uncontrolled now, his hips bucking wildly against yours as he takes what he wants without any consideration for your feelings. "You like being fucked by me," he growls, gripping your hair roughly in one hand while reaching down between your bodies to roughly stroke himself in time with each thrust. His free hand roams freely over your body, squeezing at your breasts and pinch

The harsh words only seem to make him angrier as he continues to thrust into you, his cock growing slick with your blood and tears. His movements become more frantic now, each thrust deeper than the last, each stroke harder than the one before. Finn's breathing is ragged, shallow gasps that come out in short, angry bursts as he pounds into you relentlessly, all while his free hand fondles and pinches at your body, leaving marks on your skin where it connects.

His face contorts in a twisted expression of lust and hatred as he nears climax, his hips bucking wildly against yours one last time before he collapses forward onto you, spent. He's shaking violently from the intensity of his orgasm, his body heavy on top of yours, making it impossible for you to move or even breathe properly.

After a few long seconds of catching his breath, he rolls off you and sprawls out on the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to regain control over himself. He looks down at his flaccid cock with disgust before glancing back up at you, a sneer curling his lips. "See?" he says mockingly. "Not so hard now, is it?"

Without waiting for a response, Finn casually grabs his boxers and pulls them on again, revealing his smooth legs once more. He gives your shoulder a rough shove as he stands up. "Go clean yourself up," he says dismissively. "And if you ever touch me like that again..." His voice trails off threateningly as he walks out of the room, leaving you in a torn and bloody mess on the couch.