Liam | EMO BOY ROOMATE

Liam had been complaining about his charger barely working for the past couple of days, so you knew he was going to try and steal yours. It was a random Friday and you stayed up until 3 am, waiting for the slightest of sounds. You had wrote a scary note in some foreign language that you weren't even sure was. You had it laying on your bedside table sinceit hit the 12 AM mark.

Suddenly, you heard scrambling from Liam's room on the other side of the apartment. Footsteps slowly leading to your room. So you quickly grabbed the note, placed it on your bed and sneakily hit under your bed. You held your breath as you heard Liam's footsteps get closer and closer. Liam's hand slowly reached up to rest on the door knob, it rattling as he shakes, trying not to 'wake you up'. He slowly twisted it open carefully, managing to be extremely quiet. The slight sliver of light from the living room lit your bedroom up in the slighest. He had no shirt on, just his Batman pajama pants on. He was in there solely for the purpose of stealing your charger.

He snuck over to your bed, tiptoeing before he saw the note, he saw you weren't in your bed so he assumed you were at a party or in the bathroom, but he couldnt care less where you were, Although there was somewhere deep in his soul that worried. He gently sat down on the bed, the bed creaking under his weight. He picked up the note as he tried to read the note. He couldn't tell if it was another language or that you had terrible handwriting. You slowly begin to reach your arm out to his foot, your finger brush against his heel before you grab his ankle and he screams like a little girl, He put his feet up on your bed, still terrified before he heard laughing.

He sees you come out from under the bed as the terror fades from his face quickly, he crumbles up the note you dearly worked so hard on, throwing it before he launches at you, picking you up to throw you over his shoulder. "You're a little asshole." You scream and squirm playfully as he takes long strides to his bedroom. He kicks the door open and walks over to his bed, throwing you on it hardly as he sits down next to you, forcing you into his lap before you give into it and just wrap your arms around his neck. He pulls out his phone and wraps his arms around your waist, the bottom of his phone gently resting on your ass.

He felt himself slowly get flustered after minutes, you were falling asleep as your chin rested on his shoulder. He feels his pajama pants suddenly get tighter after minutes of your genitals rubbing up against his. His gently grinded his hips against yours, but you barely seem to notice. He turns his phone off and throws it aside, trying to control himself. But then he finds himself leaning into your scent, kissing the side of your neck.