#roommates.

takes a long drag of my cigarette . imagining coming home to ur apartment seemingly empty after the most agonizingly irritating day of ur life and ur entire body feelings like dead weight and u just need some kind of relief and then a nap after . mindlessly going thru the motions of dropping ur bags kicking ur shoes of stripping showering getting in bed etc etc and the immediate sigh u let out pressing ur vibe to ur clit . over and over again letting out muffled sighs into ur pillows and allowing urself to finally relax . edging urself so u can prolong the pleasure . sinking deeper into feeling so good that u don’t hear the sound of the front door opening . u don’t hear ur name being called or footsteps approaching ur door either . what u finally do hear is the sound of the door opening just as ur finally going to let urself cum and not being fast enough to make urself somewhat presentable when he pokes his head inside to see if u were inside . what he does see ur thighs twitch and toes curl and the faint surprise on ur face before ur legs snap shut around the vibrator, head falling back in what sounds like gratification and mortification at the same time .

she walks toward the living room slowly,  debating her move carefully in her head.  she could sit in a chair,  or she could sit next to him on the couch.  she’s not sure,  because she wants to sit next to him,  but she doesn’t want to make it weird.  things have changed between them  ----  ever since that day in the kitchen,  she can’t stop wondering how to get back in that position,  so close to him,  taunting him,  touching him.  but forcing that to happen again feels wrong  ----  she wants it to happen naturally,  yet she’s overthinking everything.  hands are clasped together,  and she goes for the second option.  it’s casual;  she’s next to him,  but not too close,   her hands falling to her lap as she stares at the television for a long moment before saying anything.  ❝  watching anything good?  ❞   she asks, turning her head over to look at him finally.  /  @dreadheir​.

she has just returned from the grocery store,  unpacking the bags and putting the items away as neatly as possible,  his voice in the back of her head reminding her that he will tell her if she’s ever being too messy.  she’s not actually worried;  it’s purely out of respect for his standards that she tries to follow them.  what she pulls from her bags isn’t just items of her own, though  ----  it’s his usual.  his drinks,  his favorite snacks,  his normal necessities.  most of it,  she hadn’t even realized she was grabbing,  only noticing that he was out and needed more.  it’s not something she thought about consciously,  only something that seemed right.  she’s humming to herself as she unpacks, dancing around the room as if she’s completely alone,  her attitude so carefree and light.  she goes on until she turns,  spotting him in the doorway.  she stops,  biting down on her lip as she offers a shy smile his way.  ❝  oh.  you’re home,  ❞   she mumbles,  slowing her steps as she reaches for the next item to put away.    /   @dreadheir​​.

he closes the door very slowly goes to his room walks in circles for a few seconds jerks off like he’s ill washes up and then makes dinner like nothing happened

I do think! And that's fine, it should be warm in there now. I'm going to make Some coffee in your kitchen ok?

....Also why are you trusting him as a source of info?