(HEY) So I wrote this very quickly and I did not proofread it so sometimes it might not be very focused and some stuff straight up might not make very much sense. I don’t write for other people. I write for myself and I don’t require proofreading and I understand the story better than anyone else could obviously.
That said I still figured I would put this out here cus writing for other people would be fun! Eventually.
(It is also unfinished but I will finish it later…& proofread lol).
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The clothes lay soaked on the floor.
In the machine, her clothes were being dried. For him, this was the last straw, and it was past time any issues were dealt with. Nobody deserved living with a roommate straight from hell. One that took your clothes out of the dryer and replaced them with their own.
It didn’t matter if she was sexy.
He turned on his heel and stalked out the door slamming it behind him. When he emerged out of the short hallway that led from the garage and laundry room into the main floor of the townhome she was in the kitchen.
Chanel had a shit personality but nothing else about her sucked. Her body was tight and mixed with the kind of assets that could stop traffic. In particular, she had an ass that was set high on her long legs and shaped like an exquisite heart. Long blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail still fell in waves past her shoulder blades. Right now, she was also barely clothed in tiny denim “fuck me” shorts that did a poor job of covering her ass. A tank top cut off near the midriff exposed her lower back.
They could not look more different if they tried. She was hot, and she knew it, about 5’7 most of it legs and ass. He was 6’3 and while he wouldn’t grace the cover of any men’s health magazines he hit the gym four times a week.
He couldn’t lie at first he’d crushed on his Chanel, hard. But that had changed, now all he wondered was what her blonde hair would look like wrapped up in his black fist. His dark cock slamming into her swollen pink pussy.
Fucking her would not be an exercise in restraint no it would be brutal and painful.
“Chanel.” He barked injecting extra venom into his voice to destroy the images of her body beneath his that had imprinted themselves in his mind.
Why not fuck her? She was a bitch.
Chanel looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes apparently set on ignoring him. He rushed her and spun her around by the shoulder not roughly but not gently at the same time.
Face to face he discovered his anger was muted. Oh, it still boiled under the surface but currently, he had it under control.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” She snarled. He held up his hands but glared back down at her.
“Don’t touch my damned clothes in the dryer.”
“Switch them over faster and I won’t have to.” She spat back.
Her blue eyes seemed to flash, and it distracted him long enough for her to turn back around and continue whatever she had been doing.
His patience snapped. He boxed her in with his arms and whispered into her ear telling her exactly what she was.
She threw an elbow back hard, but he caught it and whirled her around again. This time they were pressed against each other. And there was no chance of her getting away.
“You know I don’t think there is a single person in this world who would like to be your roommate.”
She looked up at him somehow still defiantly “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Oh really?”
“How many times have you done the dishes, taken out the trash, or switched the laundry over on time.”
He growled “You have been nothing but a constant asshole since I met you. Well before any chores didn’t get done.” The arrogant @#$%!.
“Right well the only thing you’re good for then is being a lazy piece of shit.”
“Yeah, and you’re good for fucking that’s it. Nobody wants a high-maintenance bitch in their ear 24/7.”
She squirmed against the counter trying to put some distance between them. His words brought back the picture of her hair in his fist; her ass cupped in his palms. His cock began to harden. Would she learn to love his big black cock, would she beg for it?
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She ground out.
Little did she know.
He let his hands stray to her hips the place where her shorts bit into the soft skin there.
He smirked down at her filling his expression with as much cocky arrogance as he could. “I imagine what I could do to you sometimes, what I would do to you to pay you back for every asinine comment you’ve made.”
She blinked up at him a different expression filtering through her eyes this time. “I don’t fuck men with tiny cocks.”
He didn’t answer just pressed his hips against her body the hard edge of his erection through his jeans making it very clear that he did not have a tiny cock.
The look she gave him full of loathing and annoyance made his cock even harder. He shoved her hands away and cupped her face running the pad of his thumb over her lips. How would they feel wrapped around his length?
He glanced down and noticed her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her top. Yes, he would fuck her, and she would let him.