Roomie with Benefits?

"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's smile faltered for just a moment before he quickly recovered, trying to hide his excitement. He reached out and took the bag of chips from you, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief second. "Well well well, look who decided to be a good roommate today. I'm impressed, Mark. I didn't think you had it in you." He teased, popping a chip into his mouth and crunching it between his teeth. "Ahh...not bad. Not bad at all." He mumbled through his mouthful, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek from the spice. He quickly swiped his tongue across his lip, trying to catch the sweat before it could fall. "So...what other surprises did you bring back for me, hm? I'm all ears." He said, leaning against the counter and looking at you with a raised eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

Liam's eyes widened for a moment before he let out a bark of laughter, slapping his thigh. "Oh man, you really are a good influence, aren't you? I can see why the guys at school are after you so much." He pushed himself off the counter and walked over to his gaming setup, picking up one of the mousepads and examining it closely. "Well, I'll be damned. These are actually pretty cool. You've been holding out on me, roomie." He set the pad down and turned to face you, leaning against his desk and crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, I'll admit it. You're not half bad as a roommate. But don't let it go to your head, okay? I still think you're a bit of a slut for trying to seduce me with spicy chips and trap mousepads." Despite his words, there was a playful glint in his eyes as he looked at you, his smirk widening just a bit. He pushed himself off the desk and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a beer and popping it open. "Want one? I think we deserve a drink after all this hard work you put into making our lives easier."

Liam chuckled as he handed you a beer, his fingers brushing against yours once again. He leaned against the fridge, taking a long swig of his own beer before responding. "Oh, come on. You know you love playing teacher's pet. It's why you're such a good influence, isn't it?" He teased, his eyes glinting with mischief behind his glasses. He took another sip of his beer before continuing, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "And I've got to say, I'm pretty entertained by you so far. You're not at all what I expected when I got stuck with a roomie." He pushed off from the fridge and walked over to the couch, flopping down onto it and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. Let's see if we can figure out what other surprises you've got hidden up your sleeve."

Liam raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "A meme? That's the best you've got? I'm disappointed, Mark. I thought you were better than that." He leaned back on the couch, taking another swig of his beer before continuing. "Come on, don't tell me that's the only surprise you've got. I know you've got to have something better than that." He patted the spot next to him again, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "Show me what you've really got, roomie. Impress me."

Liam's eyes lit up at the mention of the game, a grin spreading across his face. "Now that's more like it. You know the way to my heart, don't you?" He hopped up from the couch, grabbing his gaming setup from the corner of the room. "Alright, let's see what you've got. But don't think this means I'm going to go easy on you just because you brought me chips and a meme." He plopped down on the couch, patting the spot next to him once more. "Come on, sit down. Let's see if you can handle me in a game of Among Us."

Liam laughed, a competitive glint in his eyes as he booted up the game. "Oh, it's on now, roomie. Prepare to be destroyed." He leaned back on the couch, grabbing a controller and settling in for the game. As the game started up, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at you out of the corner of his eye, a small smile playing on his lips. "You know, I have to admit, I'm surprised. I didn't think you'd be into gaming. But I guess I should've known better than to underestimate you, Mark." He turned his attention back to the game, his fingers flying over the controller as he tried to anticipate your next move. "Come on, show me what you've got. Impress me."

Liam smirked, his eyes never leaving the screen as his fingers danced over the controller. "Oh, it's on now, roomie. Prepare to be schooled." The game intensified, both of you laughing and trash-talking as you tried to outmaneuver each other. Liam's competitive nature flared up, his brow furrowing in concentration as he tried to anticipate your next move. "You know, I have to admit, this is the most fun I've had in a long time. I didn't expect to enjoy having a roomie so much." He glanced over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips before he quickly turned back to the game. "But don't let it go to your head, okay? I still think you're a bit of a slut for trying to seduce me with spicy chips and trap mousepads." He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "But I guess I can't complain too much. You're not half bad, Mark. For a slut, I mean."

Liam chuckled, his eyes still glued to the screen. "Oh, I know you're not. You're way too cocky for that. But I also know that deep down, you want me as much as I want you." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. "And I think we both know that the only way we're going to make this arrangement work is if we both get what we want." His fingers continued to dance over the controller, but his eyes were focused entirely on you now, a smoldering intensity in his gaze. "So what do you say, roomie? Want to make a deal?"

Liam's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "Well, that depends on what you want, doesn't it?" He leaned back in the couch, his arm draping casually over the back of it, just brushing against your shoulders. "I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't actually care about the chips or the meme or even the gaming setup. What I really want is you, Mark." His voice was low and husky, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to see what's under those tight jeans of yours, I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, I want to hear you moan my name as I fuck you senseless." He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. "So what do you say, roomie? Want to make a deal?"

Liam chuckled, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your hip. "Oh, you have no idea, Mark. But I'd be happy to show you just how smooth I can be." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I want you, Mark. I want to see you come undone under my touch, I want to hear you beg for more, I want to feel you tremble as I bring you to the edge again and again." His hand slid lower, his fingers teasing at the hem of your jeans. "So what do you say, roomie? Want to make a deal?"

Liam's grin widened, his hand sliding fully into your jeans to cup your ass. "Good. Because I've got a few ideas on how we can both walk away feeling satisfied." He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "First, I want you to get on your knees and show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do. Then, I want you to strip for me, nice and slow. And finally, I want to fuck you until you can't remember your own name." He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you. "So what do you say, Mark? Want to make a deal?"

Liam's grin widened, his hand giving your ass a firm squeeze. "Oh, I wouldn't expect anything less. In fact, I'd be disappointed if you did go easy on me. I want you to fight back, to make me work for it. I want to feel your teeth on my cock as you struggle to take me in your mouth, I want to feel your nails digging into my back as you beg me to fuck you harder." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I want you to be mine, Mark. Completely and utterly mine." He pulled back, his eyes locking with yours. "So what do you say, roomie? Ready to make a deal?"

Liam's eyes darkened with desire, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way, roomie. I want to see what you're made of, I want to see if you can handle me." He stood up, his hand pulling you to your feet with him. "Alright then, let's see what you've got." He walked over to the kitchen, popping open another beer and taking a long swig. Then he turned to face you, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. "Strip, Mark. Nice and slow. I want to savor every inch of you."

Liam watched with rapt attention as you slowly stripped down, his eyes darkening with desire as more and more of your skin was revealed to him. He took another swig of his beer, his gaze never leaving your body as you danced and swayed to the music playing softly in the background. When you were finally fully naked, he stood up from the couch, his eyes roaming over your body once more. "Fuck, Mark. You're even more gorgeous than I imagined." He walked over to you, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of your hip. "I want to touch you, to feel you. I want to taste every inch of you." His hand slid lower, his fingers teasing at the juncture between your legs. "Tell me you want this, Mark. Tell me you want me as much as I want you."

Liam's eyes darkened with desire at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Good. Because I want you too, Mark. I want to feel you wrapped around me, I want to hear you moan my name as I fuck you senseless." He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "I want to taste you, to feel your lips around my cock as I fuck your mouth. I want to see you come undone under my touch, I want to feel your nails digging into my back as you beg me to fuck you harder." His hand slid lower, his fingers teasing at your entrance. "I want you to be mine, Mark. Completely and utterly mine." He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you. His other hand slid up your body, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer to him.

Liam groaned into the kiss, his hand tightening in your hair as he pulled you harder against him. "Fuck, Mark. You have no idea what you do to me." He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he walked you backwards towards the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, touching and teasing and exploring every inch of your body that he could reach. When your legs hit the bed, he pushed you down onto it, crawling over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm going to devour you, Mark. I want to taste every inch of you, I want to feel your body trembling under my touch." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I want to make you mine, in every way possible." His hand slid between your legs, his fingers teasing at your entrance. "Tell me you want this, Mark. Tell me you want me to take you, to claim you as my own."

Liam's eyes darkened with desire at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Fuck, Mark. You have no idea how much I want to hear that." He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as his fingers pushed inside of you. He groaned at the feeling of your tight heat around his fingers, his thumb teasing at your clit. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. "You're mine, Mark. All mine. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." He leaned down, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for a week. I'm going to make you scream my name until you're hoarse, until the only thing you can think about is me." His fingers picked up speed, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "I'm going to make you mine, in every way possible. And you're going to love every second of it."

Liam's eyes locked with yours, a predatory gleam in them as he watched you fall apart under his touch. "That's it, Mark. Come for me. Let me feel you, let me hear you." His fingers never stopped moving, even as you came undone beneath him. He groaned at the feeling of your walls clamping down around his fingers, your juices coating his hand. When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. "You're so beautiful when you come for me, Mark. So perfect." He pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you. "But don't think we're done yet. I'm just getting started with you." He crawled up your body, his lips trailing over your skin as he went. "I'm going to make you come again, and again, and again. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, until the only thing you can think about is me." He reached the head of the bed, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, "I'm going to make you mine, Mark. Completely and utterly mine."

Liam chuckled, his hand reaching down to stroke you gently. "Oh, I think you can take a lot more, roomie. In fact, I know you can." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Because I'm not nearly done with you yet. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, until the only thing you can think about is me." His hand continued to stroke you, his touch gentle but firm. "I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll see stars. I'm going to make you beg for more, to beg for my cock." He pulled back, his eyes locking with yours as he slowly unzipped his jeans. "And when I'm done with you, you're going to be a wreck. But you're going to love every second of it." He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, "Because you're mine, Mark. All mine. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."