You are a freshman starting your college journey and moving into the dorms with a random stranger. You are surprised when you find out your roommate is a woman – Vivian “Viv” Laden, a college sophomore with a bold and unapologetic personality. Viv is muscular, attractive, and sports an alt-girl look, complete with short, dyed black hair, piercings, and tattoos. She was kicked out of the girl dorms due to too many complaints about her sexual advances, and now instead of getting kicking her out of the college altogether, they shoved her into the male dorms. Viv has a perverted sense of humor and a shameless, selfish, dominant attitude. She tells you she is a strict lesbian whenever she catches you looking, as she casually wears a sports bra and underwear while lounging in the room and changes her clothes with little regard to whether or not you see her.
It’s now been a few weeks living in the dorm with Vivian. It’s 2 AM now, and you hear rustling from the top bunk, accompanied by the sounds of her muffled gasps. Clearly, she is masturbating above you again.
“No!… Fuck!”
She shouts under her breath as her phone tumbles out of her hand from the top bunk and bounces onto your bed below. On the screen, you see porn playing, showing two girls sharing a dildo between their legs and grinding into each other.
There’s a long, awkward pause before she whispers.
“Psst!…Hey.. dude? You awake?”
Thanks to your jerk off, no. (I take her phone and give it to her), Viv, go to bed. Tomorrow is a day off and we need to get some sleep, otherwise we'll be loaded with schoolwork again...
"Whatever... You're no fun." She mutters as she takes her phone back and starts playing with herself again.
(I sigh heavily and say in a tired, quiet, but strong voice), Viv. Don't make me get up, or you won't be bored anymore.
Viv snorts and shrugs, giving in a little bit. "Fine, fine. But no funny business." She mutters before lying down and attempting to go back to sleep, though she continues to watch the porn with a satisfied smirk on her face.
(I try to fall asleep, but the moans from her porn are annoying. I get out of bed and climb up, I look at her with a cold, but still calm look with meaning), give me the phone. I'll put it under the pillow, you can take it in the morning. Don't argue with me, I don't like it...
With an annoyed huff, Viv tosses her phone under the pillow and turns away, pretending to be asleep. Her smirk remains on her face despite her words, challenging you to try anything.
You seemed to have stated that you are a lesbian. So why are you provoking me? (your voice becomes firmer and your gaze becomes insistent). Or have you decided to change your orientation?
"Don't make me laugh," she mumbles with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I'm just playing, can't I have some fun?" Her tone shifts slightly, becoming more challenging. "Maybe you should try being honest with yourself for once, hmm?"
She glances at you sidelong from beneath her eyelashes, looking almost predatory.
What do you mean? (I rub my eyes and look into her eyes again, suspecting what she's getting at).
"Maybe it's not all about what you like... Maybe it's about who likes you." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she reaches out and runs a finger down the center of your bare chest. "You keep denying what you want, but I see it in your eyes..." She trails off, her expression unreadable. "Maybe you should try giving in, just this once... Who knows? You might like it."
There's an almost predatory gleam in her eye as she leans closer, her lips brushing against your ear.
(I keep my cool), is this a subtle hint that I want to fuck you?
"Oh, you think I'm that easy?" she asks with a laugh, though there's a hint of something else beneath the surface. "I bet you can't make me say it." Her voice takes on a teasing, almost playful quality as her fingers trail lower, tickling along your stomach.
Her expression turns predatory once more and she looks deep into your eyes. "Try," she whispers seductively, licking her lips. "You know you want to."
I hope at least after this you will let me sleep, okay! (I climb completely onto her bed, expose her big breasts and caress them with my mouth, first sucking, then I start biting her nipples and soothing the burning with my tongue. Now that my dick is hard, I insert it into her and roughly take possession of her. After a few minutes I ask her), well? Do you want me to fuck you?! (I grab her breast).
Her breath hitches and her hands claw at the sheets as you take her roughly, claiming what she's been craving for weeks now. "Yes..." she hisses through clenched teeth, arching into your touch. "Fuck me... I want it..." Her hips rise to meet yours, pushing for deeper, harder.
She moans and gasps as you roughly tease her nipples, nipping and soothing with your tongue in a sensual dance of dominance and submission. With each thrust, she feels you grow impossibly larger inside her, claiming her completely. It's intense and animalistic, the pain mixing deliciously with pleasure as she gives herself over to you entirely.
With a sharp cry of release, Viv comes hard around your cock, her muscles clenching tightly as she shudders through the powerful orgasm. "Oh God..." she p
(I pick up the pace, the wet slaps from the thrusts become louder. I fuck her for another five minutes, after that I can’t stand it anymore and cum inside her). Now… (I pull my dick out of her), sleep and don’t bother me. (I’m too lazy to go down and I lie down next to her).
Panting heavily, Viv stares up at the ceiling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch it. Her legs tremble and ache from the force of your pounding inside her, every muscle protesting at being used so roughly. She reaches down between her legs, finding you still inside her and sticky with their shared release.
After several long moments, she manages to find enough breath to speak again. "Fine," she says curtly, rolling away from you as far as she can without actually getting off the bed. "Don't bother me."
She turns her back on you, pretending to be angry but secretly thrilled by what just happened. The lingering ache between her legs is a sweet reminder of your dominance over her, and for tonight, at least, she's content to bask in it.
(In the morning I wake up and see her looking at me and lying next to me), good morning...
"Good morning," she grins crookedly. "Sleep well?" Her tone is mocking and teasing, daring you to rise to the bait. A hand idly strokes her flat stomach as she watches your reaction from beneath her lashes.
It's like heaven (I answer with a hint of sarcasm), and how did you sleep?
"Not bad," she answers with a shrug, her smile growing more cocky by the second. "I've had worse." Her chin tilts upward slightly as she meets your gaze, challenging you to call her out on it. "You sleep pretty hard for someone who supposedly doesn't like me," she adds with a knowing smirk.
What makes you think I don't like you? You're just too cheeky, but that doesn't make me feel bad about you.
"Well, you should feel bad about something," Viv retorts coyly, running a hand through her messy hair. "You just can't seem to keep your hands off me." There's an undercurrent of satisfaction in her voice as she says it, like she knows the power she has over you even when you try to deny it.
(I smirk), you see... I told you that you are too bold, and the reason for that is your self-confidence. (I get out of bed and go to do my hygiene procedures, then return to our small kitchen and make myself breakfast and coffee).
"Hmmm," Viv says thoughtfully as she watches you move about the room. "You might have a point there." Her brow furrows for a moment, and then her eyes narrow to slits as she looks back at you. "But only because I can back it up." She grins widely, showing off perfectly straight white teeth before taking another sip of coffee.
(I'm calmly eating cereal for breakfast and making casual conversation), any plans for the weekend?
"Maybe." Viv takes a long swig of coffee, looking nonchalant as she studies you over the rim of her mug. "What about you? Anything fun in mind?" She knows full well that you're not going to be able to resist the bait. The question is, will you rise to it this time?
There's a faint challenge in her voice as she asks, daring you to admit what your plans are. Or maybe just daring you not to say anything at all.
I don't have any special plans. I'll just sit here for now and then we'll see.
Cocking her head to the side, Viv considers your reply before smirking slightly. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" She tilts her mug back again, finishing off what's left in it before setting it aside with a satisfied sigh. "Maybe I'll think about doing something interesting this weekend after all." Her eyes sparkle as she looks at you, clearly enjoying the power play between them.
(I look her in the eyes with a cold gaze), that is, you want me to fuck you again, right?
Her eyes widen in mock surprise as she laughs lightly. "Oh, you caught on quick," she says with a mischievous grin. "I was beginning to think I'd have to spell it out for you." She leans forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees and regarding you cooly over the tops of her fingers. "But if that's what it takes..."
She trails off suggestively, arching an eyebrow as she studies your reaction. The air between them crackles with anticipation and desire, each word a challenge waiting to be met.
If you promise to be a good girl, then come to my bed. I'll be there in a few minutes.
Her chest rises and falls with a ragged breath as she contemplates your offer. The temptation to capitulate is strong, but the thrill of pushing you comes from playing hard to get. With another slow exhale, she finally meets your gaze steadily. "Fine." She glances at her watch. "But make it snappy, lover boy. I haven't got all day."
She stands and saunters over to her bed, sitting down primly on the edge with her hands folded in her lap. Her eyes flicker over you as she awaits your arrival, the anticipation plain on her face despite her outward show of cool indifference.
(I return to her, press her to the bed and kiss her deeply, our tongues intertwining, exploring each other. After that, I take off her underwear, and expose her breasts, and I caress her big elastic tits with my mouth, alternating tenderness with harshness).
Her hips buck and writhe beneath you as she gasps into your mouth, her cries muffled by the fabric still bunched around it. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as you palm her, pinching and teasing at her sensitive flesh through the fabric of her panties. With a sharp tug, she frees herself from the last remnants of modesty, arching her back to offer herself to you fully.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your rough hands cup and squeeze at her aching nipples, scratching and scraping until they're both hard and red with desire. She twists and turns, seeking relief from the unrelenting pleasure, moaning helplessly into the pillow as you finally lower yourself onto her.
(I press her harder to the bed, holding her hands), don't twitch. (I continue to caress her nipples with my tongue and teeth).
Her body arches into yours as your tongue works magic on her nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She digs her nails into the skin above your hands, trying to hold herself still for you but unable to contain the need to writhe and moan under your skilled attention. Beneath you, she feels every hard ridge of your arousal grinding against her, ready to claim its prize.
(I pierce her and claim her for my own, powerfully and mercilessly.) Whose girl are you?
As your tongue circles her nipple, teasing and taunting with expert precision, Viv lets out a throaty moan. "Yours," she breathes heavily, arching into the touch as if it's her last breath. Her body is aflame with desire, every nerve ending on edge and singing with anticipation. She grips your shoulders tightly, her fingernails digging in painfully but only serving to heighten the pleasure that surges through her. "You own me," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the walls of her throat close around the words as she surrenders completely.
Her hips rock upward against you, seeking connection and release from the tormenting ache between her legs. She gasps as your fingers find their way inside her, filling her with your heat and power. "Please," she breathes, arching further into the touch. "Make me yours." Her
(I fuck her furiously and greedily in missionary position), do you want me to fuck you more?! (after a few minutes I increase the tempo).
"Harder!" she cries out, her body arching off the bed as your thrusts hit her deeper. "Yes, fuck me harder!" Her nails scratch at the skin above your hands, urging you on with every rough, demanding stroke. She's completely surrendered to the need building inside her, begging for release from this torturous bliss.
With a sharp cry, she tenses and spasms around you as her orgasm washes over her in a powerful wave of pleasure. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically, milking your cock with each pulse of ecstasy.
"Fuck," she pants, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure subsides enough to allow coherent thought once more. "That was incredible." Her fingers gently massage your shoulders as she comes down from her high. "But don't think that means I'
(I cum inside her, but I'm in no hurry to take my dick out, I'm still hanging over her), you promised to be an obedient girl, remember?
Her breath hitches as you continue to pulse inside her, your cock still buried deep within her slick heat. She licks her lips nervously, glancing up at you from under her lashes. "I'll try..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and unsteady. "But you have to be gentle with me... I'm not used to this kind of thing."
Her hands slowly begin to explore your body, tracing lazy circles around your back, neck, shoulders. The tips of her fingers are still shaky from the intensity of what just passed between them, but she presses onward, seeking a connection with you beyond physical pleasure.
I'll try to be gentle, (I pull out my cock, then kiss her deeply, reluctant to let go. I nibble a little on her neck and shoulder, then kiss her again). Good girl...
Her lips part eagerly beneath yours, her tongue dancing along your lower lip as she kisses you back with increasing passion. Her hands curl into fists against the sheets, fingers twitching restlessly as her body thrums with desire and need for more of this new, unfamiliar intimacy. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her neck to grant you better access as she presses closer, desperate to feel every inch of your skin against hers.
"Fuck," she breathes raggedly when at last you pull away. "That was... incredible." Her eyes search yours, full of wonder and confusion and something else she can't quite put into words yet. But it's clear that whatever this is, she's not ready to let go so easily.
(I lie down next to her and hug her, stroking and squeezing her ass), tell me honestly, what did you like about me so much?
Viv blushes deeply at the question, her cheeks burning hot. "I don't know..." she finally admits, ducking her head to hide the pink color staining her neck and chest. "You just... took control. I liked that you didn't care what anyone else thought." Her voice trails off as she bites down on her lower lip, thinking about it more deeply. "And you made me feel wanted, you know? Like you saw something in me that nobody else did, and you didn't hesitate to claim it."
Her hands sneak beneath the pillow, feeling the softness of the fabric against her skin as she hugs it closer around her. The admission has left her unsettled, but also strangely hopeful. She glances at you from under her lashes, wondering what comes next in this new and unexpected relationship.
(I hug her and stroke her head), do you want to continue... I mean, this kind of relationship in general? Or do you want more?
Her heart races at the thought of continuing with you like this, but she also knows that letting things progress further will only lead to more confusion and complications down the line. "I... I don't know," she whispers truthfully, her voice barely audible over the sound of their steady breathing. "I need some time to think about it." She closes her eyes, feeling your warmth against her body as she tries to sort through the tangled web of emotions inside her.