Roommates | Part 7
a/n: 6k. very smutty. twice. the fluff is also real. i’m soft
A knock at the front door pulled your attention from your book, your head snapping up to see Shawn practically sprinting to answer it. Half-naked.
“Thanks,” he muttered, signing for the package with his right hand and using his left to hold the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He hid most of himself behind the door as he carefully took the box and waved goodbye to the mailman.
“I could’ve answered it,” you giggled, you eyes raking over his bare middle as he sighed with a grin. His cheeks and chest were rosy from the shower, his curls a wet mop on top of his head. There was a minor bulge beneath his towel.
“I wanted to,” he spoke, making his way over to the kitchen table where you were seated. “But,” he grinned as he plunked the cardboard box in front of you, “open it up.”
You gave him a questioning look, praying to the universe that it wasn’t some sort of expensive gift. “Shawn, you better not hav-,” you started, cutting yourself off as you unwrapped the metal from its bubble wrap, “Oh my God.” They were handcuffs. He ordered fucking handcuffs.