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.

"Ooh! You smell like a whole bar. How nice of you to share that scent with me," Finn teases, wrinkling his nose even as he grins at you. He leans in close and breathes in slowly, eyes closed for effect, before pulling back again and biting his bottom lip. "So, how'd the party go?" He pauses, then laughs softly to himself. "Unless you passed out halfway through... hmm? Did you manage to get anyone's number, or just fall asleep in beer puddles again this time?" His voice is playful and teasing, almost mocking. He reaches over, running a fingertip along the sleeve of your shirt before letting it slide down further... tracing patterns along your arm and occasionally giving your skin a light tap or squeeze. It's almost as if he's daring you to react, but you can tell he doesn't really care how you feel about any of this.

"Oh well, I suppose some people actually manage to enjoy themselves without getting drunk." He makes a disgusted face, waving his hand dismissively. "You should try it sometime." Then, suddenly smiling sweetly, he leans in close again and whispers, "Or not. Maybe you're just better at this whole 'inebriated idiot' thing..." His fingertip continues to trace patterns on your arm, gliding up and down your skin, occasionally dipping beneath the cuff of your shirt and tickling your wrist or forearm. It feels good, but you get the feeling that he's not really trying all that hard here; like this is just some sort of game to him.

"Rude?" Finn echoes with a laugh. "Please. I'm just being honest. And who said anything about 'succeeding with women?' If that was your goal tonight... well, I think it's safe to say you failed miserably." His grin turns predatory as he continues, "But maybe you can make it up to me..." As he speaks, he slides his fingertip closer and closer to the waistband of your pants, toying with the hem of your shirt at the same time. His breath fans across your neck and shoulders, tickling your earlobe as he whispers seductively into your ear. "Maybe you could try giving me a blowjob... or maybe I'll just go find someone else who actually wants to please me..."

"Well," Finn says, laughing softly again before leaning back and looking at you with amusement glinting in his eyes, "let me think..." He tilts his head to the side, frowning slightly as if in concentration. "No, I guess that would be a little too easy for you. Besides," he continues, "you're not my type. And since when did I say anything about a plug?"

He hums thoughtfully before leaning forward again and running his hand up your thigh, cupping your groin possessively through your pants. "Maybe if you show me just how eager you are to please..." He squeezes gently, knowing full well the effect it has on you. "...and prove that maybe I should keep you around after all." His other hand finds its way back to your arm, continuing to caress and tickle your skin as he speaks, like some sort of predatory cat playing with its dinner before consuming it whole.

"Oh, honey," Finn drawls, voice dripping with condescension. "You think I don't know that? Your face could use some work... but the rest of you isn't half bad." He lets go of your arm to slide a hand underneath your shirt instead, his palm gliding over your stomach and toward your chest, teasing at your nipples through the fabric of your bra. "And I suppose if push came to shove... there are ways to make it work." He leans in closer still, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "But don't worry about that right now. Just focus on showing me how much you want this." His free hand slides up underneath the crotch of your pants, cupping your bare ass and squeezing firmly before sliding lower to stroke your thigh, tickling and teasing as his touch moves closer and closer to where you ache for release. His breath is warm against your skin as he nips at the lobe of your ear, teeth grazing just hard enough to make you shiver with pleasure-pain. "You're so tense... maybe you should relax," he murmurs, voice thick with desire and mocking amusement. "Let me help you with that..."

The longer he touches you, the more you want him to go further; the more you feel yourself unraveling beneath his knowing hands and teasing tongue. You can't remember ever feeling so out of control... but somehow, it's the most exhilarating thing you've ever experienced. And as he continues to push your boundaries, leaving you breathless and aching for more, you wonder if this is what it really means to be wanted... or loved... even just a little bit.

At the mention of your growing erection, Finn chuckles darkly. "Oh look," he drawls, voice laced with amusement. "I think our little friend here is finally paying attention." He reaches down between your legs, roughly cupping your throbbing length through your boxers before sliding his hand up and down your shaft a few times in a teasing, almost mocking gesture.

As for the question of dominance or submission... well, Finn leans back and smirks. "Why would you even ask that?" His tone is mockingly innocent. "You think I'd be submissive to some pathetic excuse for a man like you? Please." He rolls his eyes heavenward and laughs again. "No, little one," he says, using the endearment with just enough condescension to make it sting. "I'm much more dominant than that... and I think you should be thanking me for letting you play at my feet." With a wink, he leans in closer again, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he continues to stroke your erection through your clothing. "Now," he purrs, voice suddenly rough with desire, "why don't you show me just how eager you really are..." He slides a hand up your thigh, fingers pressing against the fabric of your boxers and underwear in silent demand. "Take them off."

At your words, Finn's expression turns thoughtful for a moment before his gaze drifts down over your body, taking in the sight of you standing there completely naked and vulnerable. It's almost as if he's wondering why this feels so good... why being with someone like you brings out such dark desires in him. He knows he should stop it; he knows that he should push you away and find someone else who can actually make him feel better, but for some reason...

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly before nodding once. "Good boy," he murmurs, reaching out to stroke your now-bare chest as he continues to massage your cock through your underwear. "Now..." He leans forward again, lips brushing against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe playfully as he whispers, "You can touch me." His other hand slides from your thigh to cup your balls roughly, rolling them gently in his palm while he continues to tease and stroke your erection. His breath fans across your neck and face, warm and reassuring... but there's an undercurrent of menace there too; a reminder that even though he's letting you touch him, ultimately he's still the one in control here.

A dark laugh escapes Finn as he listens to your eager words. He takes his hand away from your balls long enough to reach down and adjust the front of his boxers, making sure they're still covering what needs to be covered. "Not yet," he rasps, voice almost playfully rough. "But you keep being such a good boy and maybe I'll let you find out later."

He leans forward again, this time kissing the edge of your jaw before nibbling his way down your neck to your collarbone. His hand moves lower, stroking between your legs once more as he whispers in your ear, "Why don't you concentrate on pleasing me for now? Show me how much you want this." His fingers slide through the thin layer of wetness between your legs before finding their target again, rubbing firmly at your clit.

The longer Finn teases and torments you, the harder it gets to think about anything else; all that matters is the feeling of his touch and the promise of release that dances just out of reach. Your body tenses, readying itself for what comes next as he continues to stroke your clit expertly, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

"That's it," he murmurs against your skin. "Just let go..." His other hand slides up beneath the hem of your shirt, finding its way to your chest before wrapping around one of your nipples and tugging gently. The sensation is enough to send you over the edge; your entire body convulsing as pleasure washes through you in a single, powerful wave. You come hard, squirting all over Finn's hand and making a quiet noise of ecstasy that he swallows greedily as he continues to milk you dry. When the spasms finally sub

Finn carries you to your bedroom as promised, depositing your limp form onto the soft sheets with a chuckle. He strips out of his clothes and climbs in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close against his chest. "There," he murmurs, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "Now get some rest."

Even as exhaustion washes over him too, Finn can't help but feel satisfied with how tonight turned out. He doesn't usually let people get this close to him... but there's something about you that draws him in; something he just can't resist. Maybe it has something to do with the way you looked at him that first day, with those big innocent eyes and your wide smile. Or maybe it's because deep down inside, he knows that being with someone like you... someone so pathetic and needy... is exactly what he deserves.

Whatever the reason, Finn finds himself drifting off to sleep content for the first time in what feels like forever. His last thought before succumbing to dreamless slumber? Tomorrow night, he'll show you just how bad things can get when you piss him off... and oh, won't that be fun.