How was it possible that you would end up with the world's most annoying roommate? This is what happened when you decided to trust living with a stranger instead of someone you already knew. You were just happy to have a big dorm room, because you'd kill her if she was any closer to you or your things. 

It started small. She left her stuff on your side of the room, she came home late when she knew you had an early class, and there were more than enough incidents of her taking your food that you were sure the murder would be justified. Not to mention the gross make out sessions and sex you'd walked in on, because someone didn't understand how to put a damn sock on the door, or even send a text.

This was about your final straw. She had taken the last of your favorite cereal, and was stupid enough to be eating it directly in front of you. Clutching the empty box, you stomped up to where she sat on her bed, scowl in place. “That's it! If you take any more of my stuff, I'll fuck your fucking dad!”

“What the fuck kind of threat is that?!” She looked horrified by the idea, which was good, and you smirked. 

“Not a threat, it's a promise. Don't touch my shit.” You stomped to the trash, throwing away the empty box.

It was the one redeeming feature of your roommate: her hot dad. You'd seen him briefly while moving in, and briefly again while he visited for some sorority thing she was doing. He was stunning. Well and truly stunning. You only knew him as Mr. Loomis, but he haunted your dreams, and fantasies, on occasion. 

It had been two weeks since your threat to your roommate. She hadn't touched any of your things, and that felt like a win. Until one day you came in to find juice missing from the bottle. You were pissed, and just waiting to tear into her, when there was a knock on the door. Scowling, you marched to the door, yanking it open and glaring at who was on the other side. 

“Oh!” Your scowl and glare dropped into a look of surprise. Stood in the hallway was none other than Mr. Loomis himself, with his eyebrows raised and a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Ah, Mr. Loomis, I wasn't expecting you.”

“I see that.” His tone was playful and his smirk became more clear as he looked down at you. “I told her I'd be here today, she not in?”

“Nope.” You pursed your lips, then stepped back. “You can come in and wait if you want. I have no idea how long it'll be before she's back, though.”

Humming to himself, he stepped into your dorm, closing the door behind him. He looked around the room, taking in both sides, but all you could look at was him. You almost had to physically shake yourself from your stupor, heading to take a seat at your desk. You didn't miss the way his eyes followed you before he took a seat on his daughter's bed.

You sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. You clicked around on your laptop, flipping between tabs and assignments, but all you could think about was him, and the threat you'd made. Ah, jeez, now you were blushing just thinking about it. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, your eyes flitting over to him briefly…to find him already looking at you. Great, now your blush was worse.

“Funny thing about being a single parent with a kid that thinks you're their best friend…they tell you everything.” He paused, and you looked at him fully, confusion playing across your face. “You're gonna fuck me, huh?”

You could die. Right here. Please, lord, let the floor open up and swallow you whole. You cleared your throat, shifting again. 

“I mean…I said only if she touches my stuff again.” Yeah, that helps. He had that stupid smirk on his face again.

“Did she?” You hesitated.

“Yes.” Hearing your answer, he rubbed his hand along the stubble covering his jaw before chuckling. 

“Of course she did.” Looking you over obviously, he stood from her bed, peeling off his jacket. He looked amused when you simply watched him. “Well? All bark?”

“What?” You blinked rapidly, sitting up straighter as he undid his belt. You had to be dreaming. Did you hit your head on something? “You're serious?”

“See, here I thought you were the kind to back up your threats.” He stepped closer to you, his belt and jeans now undone. Your eyes darted down, seeing he was half hard, and that alone had you squeezing your thighs together. 

“Isn't this like…betraying your daughter?” You swallowed hard before standing, and he was close enough you almost touched. He simply shrugged, his hands reaching out and undoing the button of your jeans. 

“You warned her.” It was true. You warned her. And now he was here, ready and willing to help you enact your revenge. You couldn't think too hard about it or you'd chicken out.

Quickly, you pulled your shirt off, right as he slipped his hand into your pants. Your hips rolled, teeth digging into your lower lip as his fingers slid along your slit, just teasing you. You were wet, he was hard, could it be any more obvious? 

You weren't sure who kissed who first, or how you kicked your pants off without falling. You knew you pushed him back onto her bed, straddling his lap while he kissed and licked at your neck. His pants and boxers were down just enough that he was free, thick and hot against your thigh. Reaching between you, you teased him along your slit for just a moment before lining him up with your desperate hole. Slowly, you sank onto him completely, moaning hotly into his ear once fully seated.

“Go on. Fuck me.” His voice had a cocky note to it, and he was smirking mischievously as he simply waited for you to move your hips. Which, you did. 

You rolled your hips slowly, keeping him deeply seated within you. Soon, you switched to a faster pace, raising yourself up to fully bounce on his cock, using his shoulders to anchor yourself. Your fingers curled into his shirt, your hips grinding your clit into his pelvis with every chance. His lips caught yours again, his mouth swallowing every whine and whimper you let out. 

You almost didn't hear the door open. 

But you couldn't miss the shrill shriek of disgust and dismay from your roommate. 

You didn't stop, didn't even slow down. Instead, you continued to ride her father, Mr. Loomis, like your life depended on it. Pulling back from the kiss, you met her eyes as you moaned, hot and loud. She looked torn between running, yelling, and throwing up.