The Best Worst Taste

I feel like he's always holed up in his room and comes out to eat the bare minimum. His coffee machine is god's strongest soldier for working so long and making so much of the strongest slop known to man, though sometimes Victor will pour instant coffee into his mug, microwave it with some water, and call it a day.

You can see how exhausted he is whenever he comes back to your shared dorm. Usually, if he's not passed out dead in his room, he's "resting his eyes" on the couch with an audio recorder, his binder, and loose notes scattered all across the coffee table in barely legible handwriting. His mood is probably foul or pissy most of the time, and he won't bother to ask for anything or talk more than the bare minimum.

He's a light sleeper whenever he's passed out in the living room and will usually wake up if you so much as speak, startling awake and staring at you, bleary-eyed. He'll profusely insist that you don't help him gather up his stuff and half-assedly try to organize his stuff before dragging his ass to his room.

Overall, he's not a terrible roommate. He keeps his room relatively clean except for the spare sock on the floor or some balled-up paper that missed the trash. His room stinks of coffee, some kind of food item you can't quite place and it smells like the window hasn't been opened in a while. He'll ask that you keep the rest of the dorm clean and organize everything but don't you dare change anything or its placement.

A firm believer that this man is autistic in some capacity and lives off of his favorite autism chow and usually passes up whatever you cook for the same damn meal and retreats to his room. Though he'll eat whatever you make if there's no other option or if it looks like it would appeal to him. (probably a little picky bc of some textures) I think he's a slow ass eater and takes forever to finish anything he eats unless it's the same food he eats daily, then that shit is gone as soon as he touches it.

Depending on your major, you become his lab partner inadvertently, and he will talk to you in terms that fly over your head and explain only bits and pieces. (think Pinky and the Brain) If you're in any kind of biology or anything regarding that kind of subject, you two can bounce ideas off each other and pass out on the couch together, though if you snore in your sleep, Victor will wake up and leave you for his bed, sorry.

Though if you aren't, say, art or anything unrelated to science, he'll either not bother at all or ask you to listen to him recite a presentation and give your opinion on it. (The more notes and constructive criticism you have, the more he appreciates it.) This also means he probably has tried to convince you to be his lab rat for some of his early-stage theories, though nothing invasive. But you probably came out of that experience with a new opinion about your weird-ass roommate, though you figure it comes with the territory.

The longer you two live together, the more he'll come out and share more stuff with you. Here is where you'll find that he has a mild fascination with evolution, and you can tease him about being the next Charles Darwin, which he'll honestly take as a compliment.

The more you let him talk to you about his studies, the more often you'll see him around. He'll even come into your room and share the same space while listening to the audio recording he took of his lecture that day, while you study or do whatever, so long as it's quiet.

And after a while, Victor finds a lot of comfort in you and will allow some cuddling or sitting close together if he's not overstimulated. He'll be rather affectionate, though he finds himself embarrassed when he finally realizes what he's doing. Though I imagine he's too touch-starved to really shy away from a long hug if you're offering it, it doesn't mean he won't hesitate or question why you're doing it.

Though if physical affection becomes a regular thing between you two, he'll definitely feel his imagination slip. As much as he knows better, the way your nipples poke through your shirts in the morning while you get coffee, or how your legs look so good in shorts when you lie on your bed and let him occupy your desk for a while.

He hasn't been this pent up before, and he feels so god-awful for thinking about his nice roommate, who has been nothing but understanding and listening to him, no matter how weird or strange he is or his theories. And yet he can't help but borrow your perfume when he says he has a job interview and he wants to present himself, though in the end he spritzes his jacket and refuses to take it off all day, drinking in that perfect scent that makes him so high.

The worst of it is when he's in bed, burying his face into the spare blanket he borrowed from your bed since the coin slot in the campus dryer is jammed, leaving his blankets and his bedding to air dry on the balcony

The blanket isn't freshly washed. It faintly smells like laundry detergent, and most of all, it smells like you. God, it smells so much like you and your natural scent, maybe he can glimpse a bit of the clean smell of your deodorant.

Victor can't help himself when he bunches it up and hugs it to his chest like it's really you while pathetically groaning into the fabric. He pushes his groin right against where he imagined your ass or your crotch to be and grinds slowly, sliding his hand to the "lower back" of your blanket and shuddering as he pretends that you'd think of him as more than a reclusive loser and actually like he's an intelligent and interesting guy.

Even if he lacks the social cues to understand that you want him as much as he does, or the self-confidence to ask you out to at least a walk around the nearby park. The throbbing in his boxers is painful; he's so goddamn pent up and horny for you.

A breathy sigh escapes his lips as he pretends you're trying to keep quiet too, pressing your face into his neck and moaning so delicately as he thinks you would. Begging for more of him, telling him how good he's doing when he pulls down his waistband and lubes up his hand with the lotion kept in a drawer on his nightstand.

Victor inhales deeply as he keeps his eyes shut and pushes his cock into his tight fist, simulating what he thinks you'll feel like when he finally gathers the confidence to ask you out and treat you to something nice, then come back home to make out and let him obsess over how pretty you look when he's peeling off your outfit and making out on the couch, his cock nestled so deep and making you arch and moan all for him.

He's so helplessly spiraling further and further into something he's never felt before, it makes him burn up with shame and want all the same. Especially when you'd look so pretty in his shirt with no panties underneath, so that he can talk about something related to his lecture while playing with your clit.

I personally think Victor would love a girl with a bush, especially if you're wearing a small and loose pair of shorts where he can see a little bit of an unkempt hair peeking from between your underwear and the leg hole of your shorts, your thighs spread out without a care in the world, and flicking through some book or watching whatever's on TV.

He'll pitch a tent so quickly and burn so hot with shame, and yet he can't help but look at you and the curve of your legs and the mound of your pussy through the fabric of your shorts.

Later, he'll fuck himself into oblivion and fall asleep with his face in the jacket that's saturated with your perfume.