Status: Online (again) after 20 years…
Sangwook x Reader (Sweet Home Roommate AU)
I fear that he is going to be the death of me. My mind reverts back to that of a high school girl — giddy and nearly flustered every time he passed by. I’m not sure what began this obsession, for it seemed almost spontaneous. Perhaps it was those moments we shared during the movie that we decided to see when we both were bored on Valentine’s Day. Or perhaps it was the nights we spent taking care of one another while seemingly intoxicated, the nights differing. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the intimate tension that is forever lingering in the apartment. A glimpse of his nude body in the shower, a suggestive comment passed between us, or a position held in close proximity to one another; so close that I could feel his heart beating against the cavity of his ribcage. When the day breaks, my mind is forever in hypnosis. However, it is when the night falls and my vision is bright. With free dreaming, a clear image is in focus….
His looming figure and chains that are locked tight.
My back remained flushed to the satin sheets beneath me. Large hands roamed my frame, taking hold of my hips as he guided himself along my sensitive rim. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, breathless moans falling from my lips as his V line pressed against the fat of my thighs. It was as if he had me under a curse that I couldn’t break — With a just a few thrusts, I was at his mercy. His lips lingered on mine, the faint smell of cigarette smoke was intoxicating yet so sweet. When freed, my hands felt along the burn marks that riddled his upper body, tracing every crack and worn-out scar and burn mark with passion and desperation.
“This is just round 1.” The words fell from his lips, his tone dripping like sweet honey on a warm crepe. His hips proceeded to grind into my inner thighs, his throbbing manhood slipping in and out of my heat — the feeling alone was enough to make me lose control over my every sense.
“Please Sangwook…” *I whimpered in a desperate and needy voice, my chest heaving up and down. My eyes glossy as they met his hardened pupils and a small smirk on his lips only made the muscles within my stomach tighten. He kept pressing forward, his body rutting into mine with such ease and quickness. Adrenaline was pumping all throughout my body and the coil in my stomach was getting tighter. We were so close to the brink of perfect ecstasy, so close to climax. So damn close…
It was then that sound of the front door to the apartment opened, alerting him that you had arrived back from the convenience store down the street. Immediately, he placed the book back into the drawer where it was originally placed, attempting to snap himself out of the lust filled fantasy that you had written within the confinements of your private entries. Walking out of your room, you had placed your purchases on the countertop of the kitchen. You hadn’t noticed him leaving your room, though you didn’t question his quiet and stoic nature. After all, you were used to it by now.
