My latest daydream obsession is neighbor!maekar (modern ofc) where you move into the apartment at the end of the hall across from Maekar and you both share a wall. You know the walls are thin because he plays classical music every evening but you don’t mind. He’s generally very quiet and so are you aside from the occasional girls night you host with your friends that you tell him ahead of time when it’s happening and that you’ll promise to keep it down “there’ll even be some homemade goodies at the end if you’d like some.” He says “ no thanks” but you’ll bring him a plate of said goodies the next evening anyways and he’ll surprisingly invite you in for tea. Which eventually becomes a thing because he has an amazing balcony view where you can watch the sunset. You tell him you get the best view for the sunrise and invite him over for coffee the next day.
And things start to develop: you’d go over to his after work, listen to whatever record he puts on (always classical) and watch the sunset. Then the next morning he’d come over with two cups of coffee (because his is better and yours is shit apparently) and you’d watch the sunrise. Conversation is always minimal but you don’t need many words to know that something between you has started to grow, a heat deep in your belly that only got hotter as time went on. But nothing is said and neither of you do anything about it.
Not until Christmas time. You both exit your apartments at the same time he’s flying to Paris to visit his son for the holiday and you’re going out with friends (and to find someone to hookup with to get rid of the need you feel for him). He tells you to be safe you wish him a safe flight and you both leave. Only Maekar never makes it to Paris because his flight gets cancelled and he’s unable to book another until the next afternoon. So unbeknownst to you he goes back home.
Meanwhile you’re 4 drinks in dancing with some guy on the dance floor and you ask him if he wants to “get out of here” you go back to your place because you know Maekar is gone. All those months of quietly climaxing in your bedroom to your own hand or favorite toy thinking about him has led to this moment. You were going to be as loud as you wanted, as you needed.
All the frustration and want coming out in moans and whines and shallow breath as this stranger fucks into you chases their own kind of release. You’d beg “please!” but not for this random man for the man you had thought was hundreds of miles away by now for the only person you could think of since you’d met him. Little did you know he sat frozen in his kitchen with his hand gripping a cup of tea that had already gone cold, listening to every sound you made, eyes closed imagining how you looked. Wishing it was him buried inside of you instead of whoever you decided to pick up.
The night ends with a few successful orgasms and you think you feel better, until you wake up with the strangers arms around your waist and all you want to do is watch the sunrise with Maekar and listen to him grumble about whatever news he’s reading from the paper. You wake the stranger up and tell him it’s time for him to go he asks for your number, you decline and go to escort him out.
Only when you go to open the door the one across from yours opens at the same time and Maekar is stood there eyes narrowed (he has a much better poker face than you) looking between you and your guest who tries to go in for a goodbye kiss that you dodge. You feel awkward and say a quick goodbye before he leaves.
Maekar waits, stands there with his suitcase beside him. “My flight got canceled. Couldn’t get another until this afternoon so I came home.” You stand there silently horrified hoping that the embarrassment you felt wasn’t oozing out of your every pore but you knew he saw it. He saw everything and now he’s heard everything.
“Shit um-“ you had no words what could you even say that this point? I’m sorry?? So you turn around quickly and shut your apartment door firmly. Closing your eyes willing him to just walk away and never say anything about what he might have (definitely had) heard.
You hear two steps in your direction then his voice, “next time, I want it to be me.” Then the sound of his suitcase being rolled down the hall followed by the elevator’s bell, then silence. What the fuck.
A/n: wrote this on my iPad so sorry for any mistakes this wasn’t really meant to be anything but I had fun so why not post it! Let me know if you like it :)
