Roommates - Blog Posts
-18 DNI
P in v, roomie!Satoru, perv!reader, mild breath play,
Roommate!satoru has the biggest cock you've ever seen.
Once upon a time, he made the mistake of leaving his door open whilst he showered, thinking his pervy little roommate was asleep, little did he know she was Riiiight behind the door, jaw dropped and red faced.
Since then, that's sparked an interest- No, an obsession, with all things satoru. From sniffing his boxers to shooting guilty glances at your lockscreen, him while you trail your hands down to the apex of your thighs.
Once, he left for a mission to exorcize a curse in central Tokyo, and you never left his room. You rutted on his pillows, rubbed his silken sheets up and down your bare breasts when Creek!.
Fuck.
As he opened the door, looking absolutely exhausted but still flawless as usual, his eyes widened. "Y/n." He groaned. "You little creep..."
But there wasn't enough time to apologize before he forces you onto all fours, his plump head was shoved Into your gummy walls. "Fuckin needed to get this- Ugh- out on someone." He says, though it's more of a moan then words.
Feeling a hand slowly wrap around your jugular, you flip your head back to look at him "Toru.. wh-" you manage out before he cuts off your air supply and thrusts harder, removing pressure and adding it over and over again.
You wake up, laying beside him, completely wrapped in him yet still feeling completely comfortable.
Wow, was that a night...
I admit it, I’m a terrible roommate cuz my anxiety keeps me from communicating and thus everything falls apart cuz I’m expected to keep the house together. But for the love of god, CAN YOU PLEASE TRY TO COMMUNICATE BACK 😭
Transformers One movie novelization is a fever dream
She has a boyfriend, so you respect that 🤤
Don’t mind me, just folding my laundry 😌
pick one. that's your new roommate
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god, every fucking time i come back to my roommates after the weekend, some new, absolutely wild, heinous bullshit has always occurred (affectionate). in the two days i’ve been gone.
like where is this energy coming from? and why couldn’t you have a bit more of it on a monday morning. i’m literally fighting for my life until summer break, every day i wake up, do exam preparation, sleep, rinse, repeat. couldn’t you accidentally trigger the fire alarm with your hairspray while i’m im class? couldn’t you come running to tell me that That One Guy took a shit in the trashcan in his room, while i’m suffering through my maths homework?
be wild and insane and fucking feral all you want, i support your gay rights AND your gay wrongs, but it couldn’t you at least let me witness it? 😭
roommates will leave stuff on the counters for so long you'll gaslight yourself into thinking its yours and clean it up
⚝ REVERIE?
College students soobin and yn move into an apartment together who are unaware of each other's existence
900+ words
In the second year of university, yn shifted from his on-campus dormitory to a shared apartment. Being a busy university student who worked two jobs to sustain himself wasn’t easy as it sounds on paper letting him have no chance to greet his roommate properly.
Yn composes himself and marches away to their shared living room for a movie marathon his only solace for the night. On the way, yn notices the other bedroom’s light still up. Looking for something anew, makes his way over.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The door opens to his supposed roommate- ‘Soobin, that was his name, right?’ yn wonders. Soobin was tall and with those thick rimmed glasses, bangs just above his eyes and headphones that hung around his neck- god he looked absolutely delicious. ‘what the hell is wrong with you yn, you just met this guy!’ yn internally screamed at himself.
“hello…?” Soobin asked confused why yn was at his room this late.
“oh uhm- yeah, I am going to have a movie marathon tonight and thought that I could invite you as well. Since you know, we haven’t really got to know each other as roommates” yn mutters out embarrassed.
Soobin on the other hand patiently watched the man trying to explain himself with an amused smile growing more and more with each second passing. Soobin pretends to think for a second too long, he agrees when yn looks at him with hopeful eyes, unable to refuse the offer.
“sure, ill be there in 5 though” he says shutting the door leaving a giddy yn alone with his own thoughts.
Unknowingly a grin finds its way to yn’s lips as he prepares snacks for his company, switches the lights off and choosing their very first film of the night. Yn sits back on the shared couch, waiting for Soobin. The side of the couch dips slightly as Soobin settles beside yn.
“you don’t need your glasses?” yn asks after examining soobin’s illuminated figure.
“mhm, people say I look much better without my glasses” Soobin replies, raking fingers through his hair.
“really? I thought they looked much better on you” yn passes a comment without a thought.
Soobin’s eyes find yn’s as if questioning the authenticity of his words. Yn suddenly feels small under his gaze and looks away.
“did I say something wrong?” yn asks eyes averted.
Soobin's amused smile returned, and he shook his head. "No, not at all. It's just... no one has ever said that before. Most people think I look unapproachable with glasses."
Yn felt a mix of relief and curiosity at Soobin's response. "Well, I guess I have a knack for seeing things differently. Besides, glasses or not, you seem approachable to me."
Soobin's eyebrows raised slightly, and a genuine smile played on his lips. "I appreciate that. It's refreshing to hear a different perspective."
They both fell silent focusing on the movie being played or at least yn tried. Yn often found himself stealing glances at the latter.
Soobin, who was well aware of yn’s eyes on him turned to face yn. Yn was caught red handed, his eyes slightly widened when Soobin directly saw through him. This time, instead of looking away, yn met Soobin's gaze with a sheepish grin. There was a moment of shared amusement, an unspoken acknowledgment that dispelled any lingering tension.
Soobin chuckled, "Caught in the act, huh?"
Yn laughed, unable to deny the obvious. "Guilty as charged. I guess I'm not very subtle."
Soobin leaned back on the couch, his smile never fading. "No need to be subtle. I mean I am handsome who wouldn't want to look?"
Yn couldn't help but burst into laughter at Soobin's playful remark. "Confident, aren't we?"
Soobin shrugged with a mock-serious expression. "Well, it's a fact. I can't blame you for appreciating the view."
Yn gazed at soobin again for a second too long before focusing back on the movie which was left forgotten long ago.
As the night progressed, the television played movies after movies, the pair occasionally sharing their opinion on certain parts of the movie- constructive criticism perhaps. Tiredness of day caught up to the two when they both released a yawn. Soobin snuggled his body with yn leaning on the latter for support.
Warmth was welcomed by yn when he rested his head on top of the other’s. The soft glow of the TV illuminated their faces, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. Yn couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected turn the night had taken. What started as a simple movie night had evolved into a genuine connection, and now, they found themselves not only sharing laughs but also moments of quiet companionship.
As the next movie started playing, Yn felt a subtle shift. Soobin's breathing became slow and steady, indicating that the weariness had finally caught up with him. Yn, too, felt the gentle pull of sleep tugging at his consciousness. The combination of the cozy atmosphere and Soobin's presence provided a sense of tranquility that was hard to resist.
Soobin, nestled comfortably against Yn, murmured in a half-asleep state, "This is nice."
Yn smiled, his own eyes growing heavy. "Yeah, it is."
The movie played on, but the characters on the screen became a mere backdrop to the peaceful scene unfolding on the couch. Yn, succumbing to the drowsiness, let his eyes close slowly. Soobin, already on the verge of sleep, remained nestled against Yn's side.
sometimes, caring is loving oranges, and still giving three slices to your friend and eating the remaining two slices.