#~extended

WHYYYYYYY

because you guys wake up the next morning all nervous because, what if it really was meaningless sex??? And now things are gonna be awkward because both of you don’t wanna ruin a good thing. 

But it’s not, and the both of you carry on in the same dynamic as you usually would and it’s like such a relief. And the sex was life altering. literally he thinks about it all day for weeks until it’s like a thirst he needs quenched so he just calls you and the both of you just… need it.

“Just sex,” he’d breath, your hands working the belt of his pants, “s’the’ alright?”

“Yeah,” you breath, tugging his pants off, “fine with me.”

It’s like an addiction and eventually it becomes a routine for the both of you because what the fuck, it’s so good and who knew someone could fuck you THAT GOOD??? And you’re hooked it’s like a drug and you literally can’t ever get enough.

And one night it’s 3 am and he’s about to get his clothes on and head home after like, the fourth round of sex, but he keeps the other side of the end warm and what difference does it make if he spends the night? Next to you in bed? Just as a friend tho. 

And he doesn’t even think twice about spooning your naked body because why does it matter when he was just balls deep inside you 15 minutes ago?? 

But after awhile the booty calls get later and later and he’s spending the night at your place, or you at his, more and more frequently. And eventually he wakes up one day away for something music related, expecting to see your hair strewn on the pillow next to his and he doesn’t. And he’s FUCKING SAD abOut IT? 

And you do the same, feeling kinda weird without his arm lazily thrown over your torso, and the other side of the bed is frigid and neatly made up and then like, 

you both realize that functioning and starting your day off without the other sleeping next to you is weird now and that this has spun into something more than just sex????