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Bruh I’m the queen of uncomplicated haha at least where fanfic comes into play 😂

~We Can’t Be Friends~

🧊Pairing: Roommate!Seonghwa x Afab Reader

🧊Summary: Seonghwa just wanted a roommate who was easy to live with, how could he predict that you’d be his complete undoing?

🧊Warnings: Explicit language, depiction of sex. Seonghwa is possessive if you squint. Barely even a smidge of plot, just completely me in my delusional feelings. Unbeta’d! 18+

A/N: Wasn’t really sure what to do with these thoughts I have about Park Seonghwa so I wrote this. Then I wasn’t sure what to do with it but I’ve had nearly an entire pot of coffee this morning, so now this is happening. Enjoy? Lol

WC: 5k + some change

“What the Hell are you doing?” Mihee asks. You have a newspaper spread out over the table and you’re hunched over it, dragging your finger tip over the small letters looking for hope. She looks at you like your hair's on fire as she clutches her cocktail to her chest.

“I told you, I need to find a new apartment,” you remind her.

She pulls her phone out of her purse and taps the screen a few times, flipping it around toward you, “Let me introduce you to this thing called the internet.”

“I’ve looked on all the rental sites,” you shake your head, “Everything is so damn expensive! I’m hoping maybe there’s some old soul who still advertises things in the newspaper who hasn’t been alerted yet that everything in this city has to cost five times the average fucking salary!”

“Why are you moving again? Your apartment rocks.”

“I’m moving out because I can’t live this way anymore. Gia is an absolute slob, it’s killing me. I clean before I leave for work, and then by the time I get home everything is a disaster. She leaves all her laundry just laying in front of the washer, even if it’s clean and dry she just shoves it all into her hamper and then takes out the wadded up, wrinkly clothes as she needs it. If I’m gone for a few days the trash is overflowing. The dishes are disgusting, she doesn’t even scrape or rinse! And don’t get me started on the bath-,”

Mihee puts her hands up, “Okay, okay. I get it, let’s not have you burst a blood vessel okay?” she chuckles, “I told you when you moved in with her she gave off bad vibes. Why don’t you find a studio?”

“Because I have stuff,” you whine, “I don’t want to have to pay out my ass for a glorified walk-in closet in addition to paying out my ass for a storage unit. I may as well just live in the storage unit,” you frown, then look up at her curiously, “You think there’s bathrooms at the storage places?”

She snorts, “Maybe, but I’m sure they lock them up at night and there’s definitely no showers, you idiot. You’d be wiping yourself down with makeup wipes and peeing in jars,” she laughs and despite the situation, you crack your first smile of the night at the visual.

“Who’s peeing in a jar?” Yeosang looks quite bewildered as he scoots into the booth next to you, his friend from work, Seonghwa sits opposite him.

You heat with embarrassment a bit as Mihee explains to them both that if you don’t find a decently priced apartment you’re going to become the crazy storage unit lady who pees in jars and smells like micellar wipes.

“Didn’t you say your roommate just moved out, Hwa?” Yeosang looks at his friend and your eyes dart up moving between the two of them.

“Uh…”

You don’t know Park Seonghwa as well as you know Yeosang. You know they’ve worked together for a few years. He sometimes tags along when your group of friends hangs out, or goes to dinner. He never says much, you assume because he doesn’t know anyone except Yeosang, but he has a nice smile and a calming disposition. He’s easy on the eyes too, something that you and Mihee noticed immediately when Yeosang first started bringing him around.

Right now, at the hint of suggesting you become his new roommate, he looks as if he wishes a sinkhole would open up beneath his seat. Fair. The two of you may as well still be complete strangers.

“Don’t put him on the spot like that,” you scold Yeosang, then look at him, “I don’t expect you to want to live with me,” you assure him.

You go back to the advertisements in the paper while the rest of the group moves on to talking about how work went for everyone this week, how drunk they plan to get this evening etc. Eventually, after his third beer, Mihee is able to convince Yeosang to dance with her and the two of them leave you alone with Seonghwa.

You’ve since crumpled up the paper and tossed it, and now you’re back to scrolling through overpriced apartments. If you plan it all just right, and the universe doesn’t try to screw you, then perhaps you can swing a deposit and rent and get a roommate before the next month hits…

“Do you pay rent on time?”

You were so lost in thought that you nearly forgot that Seonghwa was at the table.

“Pardon?”

“I kicked my roommate out because he never paid his part of the rent on time. I’d pay the whole thing and then a few weeks later he’d give me a little cash here, a little there, but it was never enough to cover his side of the rent or the bills. So, do you pay on time?” he asks again.

“Of course! I’m leaving my apartment because I’m the responsible one, she’s driving me insane and unfortunately it’s her name on the lease. So I don’t get to decide who stays or goes. My plan was to try and scrounge up enough for move-in fees and then find a roommate,” you look at him timidly, “but if you’re looking, and offering…”

“I can show you the apartment tomorrow afternoon if you want, you can make a decision after you’ve seen the space,” he shrugs.

“Thank you, I appreciate it. And you’re positive you’d be okay with me as a roommate?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve never lived with a guy before, I mean, I’ve lived with boyfriends but not just, you know, a dude,” you say with a sheepish smile.

“Same,” he nods then frowns, “I mean, not boyfriends, girlfriends…I mean I’ve lived with my ex girlfriend before but not ever just a female. Anyways,” he clears his throat, “As long as we pay our bills and clean up after ourselves I don’t think it should matter.”

You smile and nod, “Agreed.”

“Cheers then,” he reaches his beer glass over and strikes yours.

“Cheers.”

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Seonghwa has made a terrible, terrible mistake.

It’s been about two months since you moved in. At first, everything was perfect. You checked all of his roommate boxes. You were quiet, you were tidy, you were generous enough to share the food you cooked, and so far you were more than timely with your payments for rent and utilities. It was fantastic. Everything would have been absolutely perfect.

If it weren’t for those fucking pajamas.

For a while the two of you were overly shy, overly cautious about what you were or weren’t wearing as you roamed about the house. In the mornings you’d come out in a fuzzy bathrobe to make your coffee and then silently slip back into your room, emerging a while later in whatever outfit you were wearing to work.

As things got more comfortable though, more familiar, not as much of an effort was made to be discreet. Seonghwa doubts you did it on purpose, the first time he saw you in the pajamas you had overslept a little, morning coffee preparations were rushed and you weren’t really paying attention.

Honestly, pajamas were too strong a description. Lingerie, basically, is what you had traipsed out in that morning. Little black shorts that were so small that part of your ass was visible at the bottom. A matching tank that was clearly meant to be comfortable for sleeping, but did absolutely nothing to hide the shape of your breasts or the fact that it was clearly a little too cold in the apartment.

He had drooled. Literally. His morning tea spilling out of his mouth and onto his shirt, which he then had to change before heading to work.

The next time he saw them it was late one night, his insomnia had made a reappearance and maybe you thought he was already asleep. You came out to get water from the refrigerator while he was watching a show.

“Hey,” you’d said, walking over to the sofa, “Late night?”

“Can’t sleep,” he’d responded, using every ounce of self control not to watch how your breasts pushed together, practically spilling out of your top, when you brought the bottle to your lips.

“I hate when that happens,” you’d frowned sympathetically. A few drops of water had spilled down your chin and he watched as the droplets disappeared between your cleavage. Jesus Christ.

“Well, try to get some rest,” you’d squeezed his shoulder from behind the couch, “goodnight.”

Once you disappeared back into your room he’d shifted uncomfortably on the couch a bit, then finally gave up - turning the TV off and marching to his own room so he could touch himself while thinking of licking those stupid water drops from between your tits and sliding those fucking little shorts down your thighs.

“Hello? Earth to Seonghwa??”

Seonghwa looks up at Yeosang, sitting across from him in the break room.

“What?”

“I asked you how it’s working out with __,” he laughs, “Then you made a weird noise and spaced out. So, I guess it’s either going really well or really bad.”

“It’s fine,” Seonghwa shrugs, taking a bite of his burger, “She’s a good roommate.”

“How good?” Yeosang cracks a sly grin.

“Don’t be absurd,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s not like that.”

“Mmm,” Yeosang chuckles, “you just kind of seem like you want it to be like that.”

“Shut up.”

“Right, anyway, are the two of you coming to the bar tonight?”

“I am,” Seonghwa answers, “Obviously I don’t know if ___ plans to or not. I’m not her keeper.”

He almost said boyfriend, I’m not her boyfriend, but stopped himself. That would just give more fuel to Yeosangs fire.

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“Hey, can you zip me up? I must have slept on my shoulder wrong last night and it hurts to reach back there,” you ask as you come into the living room, spinning around so your back faces Seonghwa.

“Sure,” he pulls the zipper up slowly, then without really thinking about it presses his thumbs into your shoulders making little circles, “You okay?”

“Uh,” you straighten up at his touch, “Yeah. It’s just stiff, nothing terrible. I’m fine.”

“Do you want to drive or should we take the train?” he asks, taking a step back from you.

“I don’t plan on drinking tonight, I want to get up early tomorrow and run some errands before everything gets busy, I’ll drive,” you answer.

“Sounds good,” he says as you grab your keys and toss your purse over your shoulder. He pauses for a moment, “I really like your dress.”

“Thanks,” you say as he walks past quietly, staring at his shoes. Well, that was weird.

The bar is more crowded than usual because there’s a live band playing. The usual booth your group sits in is occupied, and the four of you huddle together around a high top trying to avoid the crowd to no avail.

“Hi!” a man stumbles over to the table and smiles at you. His breath smells like a distillery mixed with cigarettes and you take a small step back.

“Hi.” You reply flatly as Mihee stifles her laughter beneath her hand. You shoot her a look but the drunk guy seems to miss all of this.

“Let me buy you a drink!” he shouts, though you’ve no idea why since he’s standing right on top of you practically.

“I’m not drinking tonight, but thanks,” you say as politely as you can then shift your body away from him.

“Come on, just one?” he continues with a ridiculous pout, and now Yeosang has joined Mihee in laughing at your situation.

“I appreciate the offer, but no thank you,” you say again, the politeness is still there but you emphasize with a steely edge hoping to make your point.

“Are you sure? Because the bartender makes a really great-,”

The drinks sitting on the table rattle as a fist comes down hard on the surface.

“She said she doesn’t want a fucking drink.”

The entire group goes silent as you all turn to look at Seonghwa. Reserved, mild mannered Seonghwa, who never says more than a few sentences or politely laughs at Yeosangs bad jokes, suddenly looks as if he’s about a million miles tall and the expression he wears is terrifying.

“Fine, sorry, didn’t realize she was your girl,” the drunk man scoffs and starts to walk off, “fucking prick.”

You feel Seonghwa start to move as if he’s about to chase the guy, but you press your hand against his chest to stop him. You look up into his dark eyes and silently tell him that he’s done enough, the man is gone. His gaze grows softer and he seems to collect himself enough to realize he’s just done something quite out of character. The rest of the table still stares in near disbelief.

“What?” he snips at them, “No means No the first fucking time,” he points out, then gulps down a generous amount of his drink.

You feel strange. You’re partially embarrassed for yourself, embarrassed that he needed to step in on your behalf because evidently you can’t seem to make yourself heard. Partially curious because why did he feel the need to protect you? The others were just giggling, and you know if push had come to shove everyone standing at the table would have come to your defense if needed, but Seonghwa seemed to be genuinely livid, and it didn’t seem to take much to get him there.

“Okay spill it,” Mihee slams the bathroom door shut behind her.

“What? Spill what?”

“Uhm,” she gestures out toward the bar, “Spill why Hottie-With-a-Body Park Seonghwa nearly just flattened some rando at a bar for you?”

“I don’t know what that was,” you admit, “Seriously. What the fuck was that?”

Mihee looks disappointed, “So…there’s nothing going on between the two of you since you moved in with him?”

“No!” you screech, “He barely speaks to me. I know just about as much about him now as I did when I moved in, with the exception of what soap he uses and his cologne of choice,” you explain.

“What cologne does he use? Just…you know…out of curiosity,” Mihee side eyes you.

“Black Opium,” you answer with an eye roll.

“Fucking knew it, expensive bitch,” she clicks her teeth.

“I’ve no idea why he intervened like that,” you shake your head.

“Ugh, don’t do that,” Mihee groans.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t act like you’re oblivious when it’s clearly because he wants you,” she elaborates, “It’s bad enough that Yeosangs hot friend - that we’ve been thirsting over for forever - is attracted to you, please don’t make me paint the fucking picture too,” she pouts.

“Please,” you scoff, “You can’t know that’s true. It is possible that he was just being nice.”

“Uh, the man nearly went feral,” she cackles, “Nice would have been letting you handle it, or maybe saying something minor like ‘hey man, she said no, chill out’ which is more of what I’d expect from a man who’s uttered maybe sixteen words the entire time I’ve known him. But no, he was ready to throw down.”

You consider this a moment, but no. You have a good thing going with Seonghwa, physical attraction would put a very awkward dent in that. Probably. You can lie to Mihee if you want, but you can’t lie to yourself - you’ve spent plenty of late nights making up alternate realities in your head which always end with him sneaking into your room and…well.

“Well what should I do then?” you wonder.

“Do you really want me to answer that? Because I can give you a very detailed, very naughty set of instructions if you’d like. I mean, you could not script a better Oh My God, They Were Roommates moment if you tried,” she laughs.

“That’s not helpful,” you can’t help but laugh, “This isn’t a meme. This is real life. With a very nice apartment that I can afford - so long as he continues living there too.”

“Sorry, does it say somewhere in the lease that you can’t have sex with your hot roommate?”

“I’d have to reread it,” you quip.

“Do you like him?” she asks seriously.

“I don’t know?” Lie. Total lie. “Look, the man is a total smoke show, I knew this going into it, but, I don’t know if I want to like him, because if I do and something happens then what? We’re stuck in an apartment together until one of us retreats.”

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you but if I were you I’d drag him home right now and ask him to bang me with that look he had on his face earlier when he was about to punch that guy.”

“My God, you really need to get laid,” you shake your head at her. “I can flag that man down, I’m sure he’d buy you a drink,” you tease.

“Bitch, I will fight you, go, get out of here,” the two of you giggle as she pushes you out of the bathroom.

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The car ride home is silent but very charged. Seonghwa says nothing about the evening, or about the drunk guy who offered you a drink, or even a comment on the foggy weather. He remains silent as the two of you walk into the apartment, and it seems as though he means to go straight to his room when you decide you don’t like the silence anymore.

“Thank you, by the way,” you tell him from across the room, “For getting rid of the drunk guy. I didn’t say thank you so…”

“You don’t need to say thank you,” he faces you and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Well still, thanks,” you clear your throat, “I was wondering though…” you trail off, unsure of what to ask or if you even want to say anything at all.

He stands for a few seconds, “Wondering what?”

“I guess, I was just wondering why you did it?” you shrug.

“I did it because it was the right thing to do, he clearly wasn’t backing off.”

“You just looked…” Angry. Sexy. Hot as Hell. Livid. Murderous. Delectable. “You looked like you were really pissed, I guess I just didn’t realize that you cared.”

You wait, and there’s a few times where he opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but eventually the silence becomes awkward and you shrug it away.

“Anyway, like I said, thank you. I don’t think he meant any harm, but it was really annoying and I appreciate you stepping in,” you smile then turn tail to head to your room.

“I didn’t like it!” he hollers at you and you spin around again. “Okay? And not just because he wouldn’t shut up, that was cringy as hell, but I didn’t like that he even tried to talk to you. I didn’t like that he even looked at you.”

“Oh.”

“Fucking pajamas…” he mutters under his breath and rubs his eyes in frustration.

“What?”

He holds up his finger as he storms past you, disappearing straight into your bedroom. You stand there, completely confused, until he emerges a few minutes later and tosses a pair of your black pajamas at you.

“Did you…” you wad the items up in your hands, face hot, “Did you just get these out of my dirty hamper?” you squeak.

“Mmhmm,” he nods erratically like a crazy person and points to your hands, “Those. Those have been the bane of my existence lately.”

“I…don’t…”

“Do you know how you look in these? Do you? Because I do. I know how you look in these and it drives me up the wall.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or faint.

“I’m…sorry?” you giggle, quickly covering your mouth with the balled up fabric.

“Is it funny?” he asks, but you see the smile ghosting his pillowy lips.

“A little, yeah,” you press your lips together. “I won’t wear them anymore, promise.”

“Nuh-uh,” he narrows his eyes, “Too late for that. I want them to be the only thing you wear, like ever,” he laughs.

“That’s a pretty steep request,” you pretend to study the pajamas, “What do I get if I wear these 24/7?”

“Anything. I’ll do whatever you want me to do if you go put those on right this minute,” he pleads.

“They need washed!” you laugh, “You just pulled them out of my hamper!”

“How about nothing then?” he suggests, his smile fades a bit, his fingertips tracing the strap of the dress you’re wearing.

“That’s an option,” you press your lips together and smile, “but should we do that? Because once we do there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to be friends with you,” he says softly, almost pleading, “I can’t. And I don’t want to just be your roommate, because eventually you’re going to bring some guy home and I’m going to fucking hate it.”

“If you felt like that, why didn’t you say anything?” you wonder, allowing him to cage you against the wall.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or send you running,” he smiles, “You’re a very good roommate, apart from making me hard every time you walk into a room.”

“Every time?” you tease, you let your hands find his waist, tracing the top of his belt then finally dipping down just a tad. You nearly gasp when the back of your fingers trace over the hard length straining against the fabric but you hold it in. “Guess so.”

“Tell me you want me too,” he whispers near your ear, his nose nuzzling in your hair. Despite not having a drop of alcohol all night, suddenly you feel intoxicated.

“I…”

His soft lips start ghosting kisses on your cheek, your jaw line, inching closer and closer to their target and rendering you unable to think.

Fuck it.

You turn your head just slightly upward, catching his lips with yours. You can feel the goosebumps spreading down your shoulders and arms as he sighs with relief, becoming more relaxed as he pushes his body into yours. His lips roll against yours, and you allow your hands to roam up and over his chest, then his shoulders, until they find a grip in his long, messy black hair. You tug just slightly and a moan escapes him, dissolving into the kiss. His tongue, warm and wet, slides across your bottom lip and you meet it with your own; he presses you harder against the wall.

You have to pull away for air, and you press gentle kisses into the side of his throat, “Get me out of this dress,” you whisper.

He makes a gutteral noise as his hands fall beneath your ass and he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his hips - it’s a good fit, you can’t help but notice.

“Would you be more comfortable in your bed, or mine?” he manages to ask.

“I’d be more comfortable if we were both naked,” you smile, “Doesn’t matter whose bed we’re in.” You capture his mouth again and suck his lower lip between your teeth, nipping at him, in hopes he’ll decide where he’s going to fuck you already.

“Fuck.”

He kicks his bedroom door open and walks you to the edge of his bed where he unzips the dress. You allow it to fall in a pool at your ankles, then begin reaching for the hooks of your strapless.

“Let me,” he quickly replaces your fingers with his, “Your shoulder, remember?”

You could literally die of the sweetness, but thankfully all it seems to do is trigger more arousal to pool in your underwear.

The bra slides down the side of the bed and meets your dress on the floor.

He pulls his shirt off and drops to his knees beside the bed, between your legs, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, tracing his fingers over your lips, down your neck and then between your breasts.

“What now? Now that you have me naked in here,” you grin, pulling his lips to yours. He kisses you so slow and sweet, you feel like you’re on fire waiting for him to put you out.

“Can you wait here, just a minute?”

You nod.

You watch as he leaves the room, disappearing into the kitchen. A cupboard door opens and shuts, and you hear the ice maker dispensing cubes into a glass. Is he thirsty?

A few moments later he strides back into the room, his jeans unbuttoned, belt hanging loosely, the band of his dark boxers contrasting the light wash denim. He looks good enough to eat. You’re so enamored with his bare stomach you almost don’t notice the wine glass filled about halfway with ice cubes, nothing else in the glass.

You raise a questioning brow.

“Humor me,” he smiles warmly, taking back his position on the floor between your legs. “I’ve thought about this moment for a while.”

He sucks an ice cube into his mouth, letting it melt just a little, then spits it out and presses it against your chest, dragging it back and forth. You shiver, the freezing liquid drips down over your breasts, onto your stomach. He seems enthralled and enamored by the dripping lines as he licks his lips.

He leans in, his tongue a distinctly warm shock against your skin. He licks and laps at the melted ice, taking care to devour every drop. He spends a great deal of time on each nipple and you rock back and forth on the edge of his bed, moaning and gasping, wondering if his plan is to make you come just by sucking and licking your tits. If so, he’s certainly making great headway.

“Can I?” his voice is a desperate rasp as he tugs at the string of your underwear with his fingertips.

Again you nod, and shift around so he can more easily slide them down your legs. Your heart pounds as he gently pushes your knees open, a piece of ice between his lips. He leans forward and you jump at the cold against your inner thigh.

“So pretty…” he whispers, his thumb tracing gentle circles around your clit.

“You’re pretty,” you manage to rasp out while writhing on the bedsheets.

He chuckles, “Yeah?” his mouth is so close to your cunt that you can feel his breath against your slick as he speaks, “You think I’m pretty baby?”

You nod frantically, biting down on your lip.

He kisses you sloppily everywhere but where you need him to.

“So…”

Kiss.

“If you thought…”

Kiss.

“I was so pretty…”

Kiss.

“Why didn’t you…”

Kiss.

“Say anything?”

You’re practically unraveling, but manage to answer him, “Same as you. I didn’t want to make things awkward or weird, I like living here, with you.”

“We do have a good thing going,” he pauses his actions for a moment, to your disappointment, “but I really, really need to taste this pussy, otherwise I’m going to combust.”

He smiles a bit, but before you can reply, his tongue is on you and your mouth drops open. He looks you square in the eyes the entire time, he’s one of those, and you watch him, captivated, as his tongue laps and dips, his head sometimes rocking back and forth as he completely undoes you.

“Wait, wait please,” you beg, dragging yourself up the mattress a bit.

“What baby?” he reluctantly pulls away, breathless, and wipes his mouth with the back of his arm.

“I…” suddenly you feel shy.

“What? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is,” he inches closer and kisses your lips gently, you can taste yourself.

“I want you to be inside me when I…you know…”

He grins and nods, then crawls over to his nightstand, plucking a condom from the drawer and hands it to you.

“I’m yours,” he stands and holds his arms out, “Do whatever you want with me baby.”

You hook your fingers in what remains of his clothing and pull it off of him in one go. His cock springs up, practically in front of your mouth, and you can’t help but take it, popping your lips off the tip and stroking him a few times for good measure.

His head rears back and he shudders, “If you don’t want me to blow my load all over your face, then I’d stop doing that baby girl,” he warns.

Heard.

You tear the wrapper open and pinch the tip, slowly rolling it down his length.

“Comfy?” you ask.

“As comfy as one can be in a condom, yes,” he smiles down at you and drags his thumb across your bottom lip. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

You hoist yourself onto your knees and crawl to the middle of his bed, patting the mattress so he sits upright, propped against his pillows. Then you straddle his lap, the tip of his cock throbbing against your open cunt.

“I want to ride you,” you whisper, brushing pieces of hair off his forehead and smoothing it all back out of his beautiful face.

“Perfect,” he smiles, his hands falling to gently grip your hips as you reach between your legs and line him up with your opening.

“Ready?” you ask, teasing the head of his cock, he throws his head back with a heady chuckle.

“Please,” he nods.

You sink down slowly, stopping when he’s buried to the hilt. He hisses, his grip on your hips tightens, which encourages you to move again, and again, and again.

Eventually you figure each other out, find a mutual pace, a shared rhythm. He seems to like it when his cock is deep inside you and you grind; which works just fine because you love it too. Leaning forward slightly and giving some extra bounce nearly undoes him, and you find that it’s the perfect angle, hits just right. You go faster, harder, because now you have to chase it…so close, you’re so fucking close.

It’s not until you cry out, eyes screwed shut and body stiff as your pleasure hits in waves that he moves. He pushes you over so you land on your back with a soft thud and like lightening, he’s between your legs, wrapping your thighs around him and burying himself in your cunt over and over until he freezes, breath shaky, and you feel his cock twitching inside you.

You both pant for a few moments as he runs his fingers through your hair, occasionally kissing you between breaths. Finally he collapses beside you in a pile of exhausted gorgeousness. You just lay on your back and stare.

Eventually when his breathing returns to normal he opens one eye and looks over, “What?”

You shake your head with a giddy chuckle, “That just happened.”

“Mmhmm,” he pulls you into him and squeezes, “And it’s going to happen again, and again. Oh, that reminds me,” he hops up and pulls his boxers back on.

“Where are you going?”

“To do your laundry,” he grins, “You have a pajama set that needs cleaned, we’ve got all weekend for you to wear it.”

The End.

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