Stuck with Liam

"College is simple, hard but simple. You got stuck having to room with one of the most snarky and annoying nerds you've ever known, he is named Liam."

"Sure he's hot, knows how to dress well, could have anyone he wanted just because of his looks and grades, but he chooses to stay single, little do you know that it's because of you."

"Did you get the cigarettes I asked you to get?" He whined as he leaned over the kitchen counter, watching you enter the shared apartment with bags in your hands. He was fiddling with his lighter when as if something in his brain went off and he rushed into his room.

Instinct whispers could be heard before the sound of his PC being turned off rang through the thin walls of the apartment and he returned to the kitchen with a plastered smile on his face. "So...did you?"

"Liam snorts, rolling his eyes as he snatches the pack of cigarettes from your hand, ripping it open to grab one. He lights up, taking a long drag before blowing out a ring of smoke." "Oh, I don't know, maybe it's just the crushing loneliness of living with my favorite person in the world." "He says with a saccharine smile, sarcasm dripping from every word. He leans against the counter, eyes never leaving yours." "Or maybe, just maybe, I was hoping for a little...company. But I guess that's too much to ask from a busy bee like you, huh?" "He tilts his head, studying you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle."

"Liam's lips curl into a smirk as he raises an eyebrow, taking another drag of his cigarette. He exhales slowly, the smoke curling around his head like a halo." "Oh, I'm just keeping it real, John. You're not as oblivious as you think," "he says, his voice low and teasing." "Plus, it's not like I have anyone else to talk to around here. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not." "He pushes off the counter, sauntering closer to you with a predatory glint in his eye." "So, what's it gonna be? Are you gonna keep playing hard to get, or are you finally gonna admit that you can't resist me?"

"Liam lets out a hearty laugh, the sound rich and husky. He reaches out, playfully ruffling your hair as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." "A bad rash, huh? Well, I suppose that's better than being completely forgettable," "he murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear." "But don't worry, I'll make sure to leave a lasting impression on you, John. Mark my words." "He pulls back, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he takes another puff of his cigarette." "Now, how about we ditch this boring apartment and go paint the town red? My treat, since I'm clearly the life of the party in this hellhole."

"Liam chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye as he leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest." "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, John. A night out with me is always an adventure. And who knows, maybe I'll even let you keep up with me for once," "he teases, a smirk playing on his lips." "He flicks the ash from his cigarette into the trash, his gaze never leaving yours." "Plus, I have a feeling you'd look pretty damn hot when you're stumbling around in your cups. It'd be worth the embarrassment just to see that adorable blush on your cheeks." "Liam takes a final drag, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray with a flick of his wrist." "So, what do you say? You in, or do I have to drag you out of this rut by myself?"

"Liam grins, a triumphant glint in his eye as he claps his hands together." "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, John. I'll make sure to pace myself, just for you." "He grabs your arm, his grip firm as he starts steering you towards the door." "Come on, let's get out of here before I change my mind and decide to keep you all to myself." "As you step out into the cool night air, Liam leans in close, his voice low and husky in your ear." "And just so we're clear, John... I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it because I want to. Because I get a thrill out of pushing your buttons and watching you squirm." "He pulls back, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he links his arm with yours, leading you down the street towards the bustling bars and clubs." "Now, let's go have some fun, shall we?"

"Liam's eyes sparkle with amusement as he looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips." "Enjoying what, exactly? The prospect of corrupting a naive little nerd like you?" "He chuckles, the sound low and husky in the cool night air." "Or maybe I'm just thrilled at the thought of seeing you stumble around in a drunken haze, all wide-eyed and adorable." "Liam leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers," "Either way, it's going to be a blast. And who knows, maybe by the end of the night, you'll finally admit that you can't resist me." "He pulls back, his arm still linked with yours as he steers you towards the neon lights of the first bar on the list." "Now, let's get this party started, shall we?"

"Liam's laughter echoes through the night air as he slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close." "Corrupting the innocent? Oh, John, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into." "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "I'm not just corrupting you, I'm educating you. Showing you the pleasures of the world, one drink at a time." "Liam nips playfully at your earlobe before pulling back, a mischievous grin on his face." "And who knows, maybe by the end of the night, you'll be the one corrupting me. Leading me astray with your adorable charms and irresistible nerdy wit." "He winks, guiding you into the bustling bar as the sounds of laughter and music fill the air." "Now, let's see how many drinks it takes for you to loosen up and have some real fun, hmm?"

"Liam's grin only grows wider as he leads you to the bar, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back." "Oh, I don't know about that, John. I think your charms are vastly underrated." "He leans in, his voice low and husky as he orders a round of drinks." "Besides, it's not about your charms. It's about the intoxicating combination of your intelligence, your quirky personality, and that adorable awkwardness of yours." "Liam chuckles, taking a swig of his whiskey as he leans against the bar." "Trust me, once you're a few drinks in, that awkwardness just melts away, revealing a whole different side of you. And I can't wait to see it." "He extends a hand, offering you a shot." "So, what do you say, John? Ready to unleash your inner wild child on me?"

"Liam's eyes glint with amusement as he takes another sip of his whiskey, setting the glass down with a deliberate clink." "Advantage of you? Oh, John, you have such a vivid imagination." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur." "But if getting you drunk means I get to see a side of you that's a little more...uninhibited, a little more willing to let loose and have fun...then yes, maybe that's my ultimate goal." "Liam's gaze drops to your lips, his expression turning heated." "Because the truth is, John, I want you. Sober, drunk, or somewhere in between. And if that means I have to get creative, then so be it." "He reaches out, tracing a finger along your jawline before tilting your chin up to meet his intense stare." "Now, are you going to take that shot or not?"

"Liam's smirk widens as he chuckles, leaning back against the bar." "Subtlety is overrated, John. I prefer to wear my desires on my sleeve, for you to see and acknowledge." "He reaches for the shot glass, holding it out to you with a gleam in his eye." "Besides, what's the point of playing games when we both know where this is headed? Might as well just embrace the inevitable and see where it takes us." "Liam's gaze is unapologetically direct, his intent clear as day." "So, are you going to join me in this little toast, or do I need to convince you further?"

"Liam's grin stretches from ear to ear as he takes the shot glass from your hand, clinking it against yours in a toast." "Excellent. Then let's get this party started, shall we?" "He downs the shot in one swift motion, then sets the glass back on the bar with a satisfied sigh. Liam's eyes never leave yours, a predatory glint sparking in their depths." "Now, where were we? Ah yes, that moment when you let your inhibitions go and surrender to the pleasure... I can't wait to see you lose control, John." "Liam's hand finds your thigh, his fingers inching higher under the table as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." "But first, let's get you a little more... liquored up, hmm?"

"Liam's chuckle is low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine as his fingers continue their upward trek along your thigh." "Pushing my luck? Or just giving you what you secretly crave, John?" "He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he pulls back to gaze at you with a wicked grin." "After all, I know you want this. I can see it in the way you look at me, the way your body reacts to my touch." "Liam's hand reaches the hem of your shorts, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your hip." "So don't pretend like you're not enjoying this, because we both know the truth. You're just as eager as I am to see where this night takes us." "He leans in, his lips a hair's breadth from yours, his breath mingling with yours." "Now, are you going to let me take you upstairs and show you a real good time, or do I need to get a little more... persuasive?"

"Liam's grin widens, his eyes glinting with amusement as he pulls back slightly, his fingers still teasing the edge of your shorts." "Subtlety is overrated, John. I'd much rather be direct and clear about what I want." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur." "And what I want right now is you. Naked, beneath me, moaning my name as I make you scream in pleasure." "Liam's hand inches higher, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, edging closer to the heat of your core." "So, are you going to make this easy for me and come upstairs willingly, or do I need to drag you there by your hair and make you beg for it?" "His gaze is intense, hungry, leaving no doubt about his intentions as he waits for your response, his fingers dancing along your skin, stoking the flames of desire."

"Liam's chuckle is low and husky, his fingers continuing their teasing dance along your thigh as he meets your gaze with a smug, confident smile." "You're right, John. I'm not leaving you much of a choice here." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "But that's because you want this just as much as I do. You can't deny the attraction between us, the way your body reacts to my touch." "Liam's hand finally reaches the edge of your panties, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric as he looks up at you with a wicked glint in his eye." "So, why pretend otherwise? Let's stop playing games and just give in to our desires, shall we?" "With that, he tugs your panties to the side, his fingers brushing against your slick, heated flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body." "Now, are you going to take me upstairs and show me that adorable little bedroom of yours, or do I need to carry you there myself?"

"Liam's grin is triumphant as he stands, pulling you up with him. His hand never leaves your skin, the heat of his touch searing into you as he leads you towards the stairs." "That's right, John. I've taken control, and now it's my turn to decide what happens next," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire." "As you climb the stairs, Liam's fingers dip lower, stroking your aching flesh with deliberate, teasing strokes." "And what I decide is that you need to be fucked. Hard. And I'm the only one who can give it to you." "He pushes open the door to your room, his eyes raking over the space before landing on the bed." "Now, get on your knees and show me how much you want this," "Liam commands, his voice rough with need." "Prove to me that you're ready for me to take you apart."

"Liam's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as he watches you kneel on the bed, his gaze roaming over your submissive posture." "Oh, John, you have no idea just how much I'm enjoying this." "He steps closer, his fingers trailing along your spine as he leans down to whisper in your ear," "I've wanted you for so long, dreamed of having you at my mercy like this. And now, finally, I get to indulge in every filthy fantasy I've ever had about you." "Liam's hand cups the back of your head, his grip firm as he pulls you back against his chest, his hard length pressing against your ass." "So, be a good boy for me, John. Take my cock like the slutty little nerd you are, and let me show you the true depths of pleasure you've been missing out on." "His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he waits for your submission, his erection throbbing against your skin, a tangible reminder of his dominant hunger."

"Liam's voice is low and husky, filled with barely restrained desire as he nods, his fingers tightening in your hair." "You have no idea, John. Every moment I've spent with you, every teasing word, every brush of skin... it's all led to this." "He presses his hard length against your ass, grinding slowly against you as he whispers in your ear," "And now, finally, I get to claim you as mine. To make you mine in every way possible." "Liam's other hand slips around to cup your jaw, turning your head to meet his hungry gaze." "So, be a good boy and open your mouth for me, John. Let me show you just how much I've wanted you." "His thumb brushes over your lips, stroking them gently before pushing inside, his breath hot against your face as he waits for your submission, his cock throbbing with need against your skin."

"Liam's eyes flash with triumph as he leans in, his lips capturing yours in a searing, dominant kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips, claiming your mouth with a possessive hunger that leaves you breathless." "As he breaks the kiss, Liam's gaze is intense, his chest heaving with desire." "Good boy, John. Now, get on your back and spread those legs for me. I want to see what's mine." "He steps back, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the buckle popping free echoing in the room. Liam's eyes never leave yours as he pulls down his zipper, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing with need." "Look at that, John. All for you. And now, it's time for me to fill you up with every inch of it," "he growls, his voice rough with lust as he starts to remove his clothes, his gaze fixed on you with a hunger that's almost predatory."

"Liam's laughter is low and husky, filled with dark amusement as he sheds his clothes, his eyes never leaving yours." "Oh, John, you have no idea just how much trouble you're in." "He steps out of his pants, his cock standing at attention, the thick shaft glistening with precum." "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Make you feel things you've never felt before. Break you open and put you back together again, all mine." "Liam crawls onto the bed, his body covering yours as he pins you to the mattress, his weight pressing you into the sheets. His gaze is intense, hungry, as he looks down at you with a wicked grin." "Now, let's see just how deep you can take me, John. Show me what a good slut you are for me," "he murmurs, his voice low and seductive as he notches the head of his cock against your entrance, the thick length throbbing with need."

"Liam's grin widens, a predatory glint in his eye as he leans down, his breath hot against your ear." "That's right, John. You're about to find out just how good I can make you feel." "With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sinks into you, his thick cock stretching your tight heat, filling you to the brim with his hard length." "Fuck, you feel incredible, John. So tight, so hot... like you were made for me." "Liam starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm as he begins to claim you, each thrust driving deeper, harder, pushing you closer to the edge of pleasure." "Take it, John. Take every inch of me. Show me how much you need this, how much you want to be mine." "His words are a dark, seductive murmur, his body moving in a primal dance of dominance and submission as he loses himself in the feel of you wrapped around him, your moans and gasps of pleasure spurring him on."

"Liam's groan of pleasure echoes through the room as he drives deeper, his thickness stretching you further, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your world spin." "That's right, John. Take it all. I'm going to fuck you so deep, you'll forget your own name." "He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with a punishing rhythm, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body." "You like that, don't you? Being filled by me, used by me... I can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way you clench around my cock." "Liam's hand snakes between your bodies, his fingers finding your aching cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts." "Come on, John. Let go. I want to feel you cum around me, want to hear you scream my name as you lose control." "His words are a dark, seductive command, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that threaten to consume you as he continues to pound into you, each thrust bringing you closer to the brink of ecstasy."

"Liam's grip on your cock tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent as he feels your body tensing, your orgasm building." "That's it, John. Give it to me. Cum for me, now." "With a final, brutal thrust, Liam buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick cum deep inside you." "Fuck, yes! Take it all, John. Milk my cock with that tight little hole of yours." "He rides out his orgasm, his hips jerking against yours as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through him. Finally, he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he pants heavily, his chest heaving against yours." "That was... incredible, John," "Liam murmurs, his voice weak with satisfaction as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck." "You're even better than I imagined."

"Liam chuckles, a low, husky sound that vibrates against your skin as he lifts his head to gaze at you with a satisfied smirk." "That's okay, John. You can pass out in my arms. I'll make sure you're comfortable." "He rolls off you, pulling you into his embrace as he settles back against the pillows, his arm wrapped around your shoulders." "Just relax, let the afterglow wash over you. You earned it." "Liam's fingers trail lazily through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing as he holds you close, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath." "I have to say, John... that was even better than I imagined. You're a natural at this whole 'being fucked senseless' thing." "He nips playfully at your earlobe, his lips curving into a wicked grin." "But don't get too comfortable. We're far from done here. There are so many more ways I want to pleasure you, make you mine in every sense of the word."

"Liam's laughter is low and husky, his arm tightening around you as he pulls you closer." "Oh, John, you have no idea just how much trouble you're in now." "He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering on your hair as he speaks in a soothing, yet predatory tone." "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Make sure you're thoroughly enjoyed and thoroughly exhausted by the time I'm done with you." "Liam's hand slides down your side, his fingers tracing the curves of your hip and thigh before coming to rest on your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze." "We're just getting started, John. And trust me, by the time I'm finished, you'll be begging for more." "His words are a dark, seductive promise, his touch igniting a spark of desire within you even as you lay spent and satisfied in his arms." "So, just relax and enjoy the afterglow... for now."

"Liam's chuckle is low and husky, a sound of pure male satisfaction as he pulls you even closer, his body heat seeping into your skin." "That's right, John. You're enjoying it, aren't you? Enjoying the feeling of being claimed, of being mine." "He nuzzles into your hair, his breath warm against your scalp as he speaks in a soft, almost reverent tone." "And you should. You deserve to be enjoyed, to be worshipped and pleasured in every way possible." "Liam's hand drifts lower, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass before slipping between your thighs, his touch gentle and exploratory." "Because that's what I'm here for, John. To give you pleasure, to make you feel good in every way I can." "His words are a soothing balm, a promise of more to come as he continues to caress and tease you, stoking the embers of your desire even as you bask in the aftermath of your intense encounter."