Your Cute Roommate II

Hey, um, it’s me… Could you open the door please?

Hi, yeah, I know it’s pretty late, sorry. I have kind of a big favor to ask. It couldn’t wait until morning.

I know it’s kind of a weird one too, but I’m not really sure what else to do, so here I am.

Yeah no, everything is fine, kind of. Nobody is hurt or anything like that, just in an odd situation.

Basically, you see… uh, well, can I stay with you tonight?

Yeah, like in your room. In your bed.

Look, I know it’s a really weird thing to ask.

But you know my room is tiny and the couch isn’t an option, for obvious reasons.

Ah, well, my bed isn’t an option either.

Uhhh, well, I kind of broke it. Yeah, it’s broken, and I do mean broken. Not just a slat or anything, it’s cracked in the middle.

I already tried to kind of rig it so it would all still work but it’s completely collapsed and there’s no saving it.

Yeah, I wish it was something like that, but no, it wasn’t like that. Besides, uh, we, we broke up actually, not too long ago.

It’s okay, it was for the best anyway, we’d kind of realized we were better as friends. It just wasn’t what… anyway, that’s not important.

I appreciate that, like I said, it was for the best for both of us, plus we were looking for different things moving forward.

Yeah, it sucks when things break, like it was going fine and then all of a sudden—

Oh, yeah. The bed. Sorry.

Yeah, the main bar on both sides has split, like entirely. So basically the top of the bed isn’t connected to the bottom anymore.

I’m fairly certain if you picked up the foot of the bed and pulled a little it would genuinely just detach.

You think you can fix that? How? Like the two bits of wood are snapped, it’s definitely broken, like broken-broken.

How do you know carpentry? Wait, why am I even asking, you know everything. You’re like the walking—what the word, it’s like an encyclopedia but for tools and like doing stuff. You know what I mean?

Don’t laugh at me, okay? I’m exhausted and my bed is broken and I need you to save me. Can I just sleep in here tonight and—

Oh my god, really? That’s amazing, thank you. I genuinely thought I was going to be on the floor tonight with my pillow and comforter.

I’m not shy, just didn’t want to get too close or anything, like you need your space to sleep and all that.

Well I’ve heard you talk about it before, you said you need your space to sleep, you like stretching out and stuff.

Plus I’m sure you don’t want me getting too close. Might feel something you never felt before.

It’s just something I’ve learned about you is all, nothing more nefarious than that don’t worry.

Oh really? You know plenty about me? I’m not really surprised, I’m sure you know quite a bit.

Oh wow, yeah, okay I have to know, how did you know that? I don’t think I’ve told anyone that.

Ohhh, yeah I remember that, god I didn’t even realize your door was open, that’s so sneaky.

Okay okay, I know that when you think you’re bringing someone back, you make sure your really worn, old hoodie is at the end of your bed.

Because you use that thing at no other time, it’s literally never seen until you’re going on a date, then it’s always at the end of your bed.

And it can be clearly seen if your door is even half open.

Oh snap, yeah, I uh, I am a big fan of that and I won’t apologize. How did you know about that though?

I, uh, I did not know they could be heard so clearly. I see how it is though, I see how you’re playing.

I know if you like a guy, that there’s only one color of underwear you wear, and I know because you suck at moving things from the washer to the dryer.

I mean it’s not obvious, but we’ve been living together for a while. That engineer you liked only ever saw you in that color.

Whereas that other guy, the barista dude you were kind of seeing never saw you in it. Also, get better at doing your laundry.

Seriously, you’re grown, it’s your laundry, once it’s in the washer isn’t the end of your input. Put it in the dryer, then take it out the dryer.

There isn’t a clothes fairy doing these things, it’s me. Do your own laundry from start to finish now.

Yeah, it is that color actually, but don’t try to distract me from the whole laundry issue.

I see what you’re doing, the whole smoke and mirrors ploy and next thing I’m putting your clothes in the dryer again.

I’ve no doubt you can be very distracting, you’re not the only one with that trait. I’m not some himbo in the woods after all.

I mean, I feel I could maybe pass as one, if you squint your eyes a bit when you’re looking at me.

There’s plenty of ways to be distracting, starting with careful touches, simple yet loaded suggestions.

A lingering look, or a more smoldering one, one that communicates a lot without actually saying anything.

Yeah, a look just like that, and maybe a touch, just like this. Light and barely a hint of anything, but also hinting at a lot.

Maybe taking a moment to glance down at your lips, then back up to your eyes. These types of things can be very distracting in the right moment.

Can use them all together, like a chain, one after the other, to make sure you’re really holding someone’s attention.

Make sure that they’re entirely focussed on you, then maybe you can direct that attention where you want it.

Kind of like sleight of hand, make sure they’re watching this hand but not this one if you get what I mean.

Are you sure you want me to come closer?

Ha, oh damn, didn’t think you’d be able to straddle me so quickly.

I can’t believe this is happening, but I’m not going to overthink it.

Do you like that, the way my hands feel as they run up your thighs?

I didn’t even need to ask, that look in your eye, that’s what I meant when I was talking about being distracting.

That look is unbelievably distracting, and I like that you’re looking at me with it.

Let’s get this off of you, you’re not going to be needing it.

Mmm, fuck, you have such gorgeous tits.

Do you like that, the way my tongue feels?

How does that feel, my lips around them, sucking on them gently?

You don’t waste any time, do you?

Why don’t you reach in and pull my cock out.

Yes, just like that, mmm, fuck, that, that feels really good.

That’s right, look at me as you stroke my cock… fuck, that feels incredible.

How does that feel, my hard cock throbbing in your hand as you slowly stroke it?

Do you like that, straddling me, playing with me?

You do, don’t you, the way you’re looking at me, that wicked grin, I can see it.

Why don’t you pull your panties to the side and lower yourself down onto my cock?

Don’t you want to see if I’ll feel as good inside you as I do in your hand?

That’s it, mmm, look at that pretty pussy.

Yes, fuck, that’s it, slowly lower yourself down onto me.

Fuck, that, that feels so fucking good. That’s it, just wait for a moment.

I want to enjoy this feeling, the feeling of being inside you like this.

The feeling of you on top of me, my hands running up your bare thighs.

Fingertips grazing their way up your back as you look down into my eyes.

Oh, and then the feeling of you slowly grinding on my cock, fuck.

I am all too aware that patience is not your forte. No, no, don’t stop. Yeah, don’t stop.

Fuck, your hips feel amazing in my hands, guiding you with them.

Encouraging you, motivating you, fuck it feels incredible.

Just keep riding me, just like that, mmm, fuck that feels good.

Your lips are so sweet, so soft, just leaves me wanting more.

Taking my lips down your neck, and your chest, to your pretty nipples.

Fuck you sound so good, hearing you is so fucking hot.

That’s it, grind on my cock, savor the feel of me inside you as I play with your nipples.

Do you like it when I do that, baby? A little rough…

Mmm, yes you do, fuck you sound so incredible.

And you feel absolutely fucking amazing, the way you roll your hips is unreal.

I never even thought anything like this could happen, but fuck am I glad I knocked on your door and asked.

Shit, yes. Don’t stop.

Fuck, keep going, nothing else matters right now, dont need to think about anything else.

Just focus on how good this feels, how good it feels to have me inside you.

Fuck, you’re close I can feel it, I can fucking hear it.

You sound so fucking good, hearing your moans build from those soft breaths, fuck.

Don’t stop, keep grinding on me, just like that, fuck, yes.

That’s it, that’s it, keep going, don’t stop, I don’t want you to stop.

Look at me, fuck that’s hot, yes, fuck.

Yes, just focus on how good this feels, because it feels really fucking good.

Don’t stop, that’s it, that’s it.

Keep going, yes, grind on my cock, fuck.

I want to feel you cum on my cock, yes, yes.

Fuck, I’m so close, just keep going, keep grinding on me.

Yes, mmmm, fuck, that’s it that’s it.

Yes, cum for me, cum for me.

Yes, fuck, yes, you’re doing so good.

So close, don’t stop, don’t stop. You look so good, don’t stop.

Fuck, that was just… oh god.

I don’t know how we really got here, but I’m not going to think on it too much.

Have you ever thought of anything like that before?

Yeah, that’s fair. I hadn’t either to be honest, but put us in the same bed, both single, yeah.

And I swear this wasn’t some like, ploy or anything. My bed genuinely is broken.

Oh, did I not say? It’s kind of embarrassing really.

I was trying to move it as I was rearranging my room, slipped, fell forward and landed heavily and it snapped.

Yeah, it was definitely not great. I much rather would have broken it while hooking up or something. That would have been a much better story.

Hmm, well once you fix it, we can maybe test it… see how sturdy it can be.