14 stair

Accidental Roommates

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Also, sorry for any mistakes. I really wanted to get this up now, but I’ll edit it later.


My very first apartment on my own had me feeling nervous, but excited at the same time. I had lived in Seoul with my best friend for 3 years, but she decided to move back to LA a month ago. I had hopes that she would return, but the two bedroom apartment rent was becoming too much for me to handle alone. This new one bedroom apartment was cheaper and a better commute to my job. The downside was that it was on the 14th floor, but there was an elevator, only one. And if that one elevator broke down, I don’t know how I could ever make it up 14 flights of stairs. The elevator issue was far from my mind when I signed the renter’s agreement contract. When I first came to look at the apartment it had a giant window in the living room with a view that overlooked the city. I fell in love immediately and planned to have many cups of tea or coffee in front of that window.

I smiled to myself as I unlocked the door to my apartment. Upon entering the sound of low music filled my ears and confusing washed over me. I stepped out and took a peak at the apartment number. “1403.” I cautiously walked back inside. “Hello?” There were half opened boxes and some furniture set in no particular place. The sound of footsteps shuffled toward me. A guy with just a towel on entered the room. He had just gotten out of the shower and was towel drying his hair when his eyes met mine.

“YAH! How’d you get in here?!”

“I think there’s—“

“If you leave now, I won’t call the police.”

“—some confusion. Police?”

“Yeah, the police.” He gripped my arm and guided me toward the door.

“But, this is my apartment! I put down a $500 deposit.”

“You fangirls are really cunning.”

“Pfft, fangirl?” I removed myself from his grip and pulled out my cell.

“Are you taking a picture!?” He tried to cover himself with the towel he placed around his neck.

“As if. You take enough shirtless pics yourself.” I clicked my tongue in disgust.

“Get out!” He continued to urge me to leave my apartment.

“Not until I speak to the landlord.” I stood my ground and dialed the landlord’s number.

“I’m telling you, you’ve got the wrong place.” He frustratingly sighed.

After an hour later, we discovered that the landlord, an elderly woman, had double signed a contract for this apartment. Her grandson was kind enough to come see us and sort out the details for us. Though, he couldn’t find a resolution for us…other than sharing the apartment until another one became available.

“I’ve paid a deposit for an apartment, there’s no way I’m leaving.”

“My things were here first, I’m definitely not leaving.”

“Then it’s settled, you’ll both stay here. Sorry for the inconvenience. I’ll return both your deposits by the end of the week.” The landlord’s grandson stated.

Jay and I sat awkwardly on his newly bought couch.

“Take the bed, I’ll take the couch.” Jay sighed as he fumbled through the boxes searching for something.

“I’m not going to take your bed. It’s new right? You should sleep in it. I’ll take the couch.”

“Stop being stubborn, I said I’d take the couch.” He pulled out a blanket from one of the boxes and tossed it on the couch.

“Really, I’m fine. I’ll take the—“

“Look, it’s not in me to let a girl sleep on the couch. So just take the bed.” He demanded this time.

The remaining week went by in a flash. Jay and I worked out a partnership. I slept in his bed, while he slept on the couch. I woke up earlier than him, so I prepared breakfast. I woke him up before I would leave so that he wasn’t late getting to the studio. My schedule allowed me to get home earlier than him, so I also prepared dinner. Though, sometimes I cheated and ordered takeout.

“You made breakfast?” I walked into the kitchen rubbing my eyes.

“Well, you’ve been making me breakfast all week, so I figured since I have the day off I would treat you.” He handed me a plate.

“Wow! Pancakes?!”

“You seem surprised that I can cook.”

“I thought you only knew how to take shirtless selfies.” I teased.

“Are you a fan or not?”

“Eh, I follow you on instagram.” I shrugged.

Jay insisted on following me on instagram and then proceeded to go through my account. We moved our conversation to the couch as he asked me about certain pictures. He told me about his new album and his plans for releasing new music. Our conversation became more intimate when he started talking about his family. I gave him my full undivided attention as he discussed his hardships.

The day progressed and before we knew it night had fallen. He tried to hide it from me, but he received a few phone calls asking him to go out. He rejected them all and listened to my journey of moving to Seoul. We ordered beer and chicken and continued our conversation waiting for the delivery man.

“What attracted you to this apartment?” He suddenly asked.

“That.” I pointed to the window and smiled. He got up and walked over to the window. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” We stared at the night view watching the building lights light up the city. I placed my back against the window and closed my eyes. “It’s calming and almos—“

My eyes shot open and were immediately faced with Jay’s closed eyes. His lips were soft and his kiss gentle. I closed my eyes allowing myself to fall into the moment. His hands rested themselves on my waist as they roamed down to my hips. I slipped my hands under his shirt feeling his torso that I only saw in pictures. His lips twisted into a smile against mine and he pulled away. In a flash his shirt was on the floor and his lips were at my neck. A moan escaped my lips as he softly nibbled on my neck.

“I wanna hear more of those moans.” His warm breath tickled my neck. He slipped his hand down my sweats and stroked his digit on my opening. I gripped his shoulders to keep steady. His thumb massaged my clit, while his digit continued to stroke me. I grabbed him by his hair and brought his lips to mine again. His tongue demanded entrance, exploring and battling with my tongue. I whimpered as he removed his hand from my entrance. “Disappointed?” He whispered against my lips.

“Please don’t tease me.” I pouted. He smiled and slipped his hand down my panties. I moan as he slipped a digit inside.

“Is that better?” He gently bit my bottom lip and pulled.

“Oh my God!” I moaned.

“You’re so wet.” He slipped another digit in and curled his fingers. I gripped on to him as my knees gave out. Jay’s pace quickened taking me to my climax. He slipped his fingers out as I steady my breath. I turned to face the window and pulled pants along with my panties down. I peaked over my shoulder and bit my lip looking at him. Jay smiled as he unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing member out.

He rubbed himself against my entrance, while his other hand firmly held onto my waist. Jay slowly entered me and released a growl. My fingers gripped the glass on the window and my head fell. He slipped a hand under my top and kneaded my breast.

“Oh, yes.” I moaned as he slid out and in again. His pace picked up and he slammed into me harder. I felt his hand slid to my clit and he began massaging me again. I tried to keep my balance as the sensation of him inside me made me want to collapse to the floor.

“Fuck.” He moaned.

“AH!” I moaned again. My walls began pulsing and sucking him in more.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He continued to thrust inside me, helping me reach my climax once again. He abruptly removed himself from me and pumped himself to continue his pace. He gripped my waist once again as his warm fluid splashed on my backside. He growled releasing one final moan has his hands fell to his side.

The door bell sounded startling both of us.

“Good timing.” I pulled my pants back up. I paid the delivery man and retrieved our food. “Where are you going?” Jay was grabbing his laptop and a jacket.

“I need to get this song out of my head before I forget it.”

“Song?”

“Yeah, you’ve inspired me.” He winked and walked out the door.

Another week had passed and I moved out into my own apartment. We both knew this arrangement was temporary, but that didn’t stop us from pursuing a relationship with each other.

“Coming.” A knock at my door summoned me.

“Hey neighbor,” Jay greeted me with a kiss, “If you ever need anything…sugar…eggs…sex, I’m right across the hall.”

“I have this new bed that needs to be broken in.” I teased.

“I think I could help with that.”

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