I Didn't Get Attached Fuck

You almost forget you have a flatmate sometimes, she's here so infrequently this is mostly your own space. As such you have very few complaints, she pays rent, doesn't make a mess and doesn't keep you up at night even when she shows up once every few weeks. 

This is the first time in a while you've shared a sentence that isn't 'Hey, I'm getting food– want some?' though. Gowon arrives and instead of locking herself up in her bedroom, she comes to say hello.

"Wanna hang out?" She asks. You nod and she heads to the fridge and comes back with the only bottle of soju you happened to have in the house. You two have never spent time together outside of two study sessions. You said yes without thinking.

Gowon looks faintly sleep-deprived, wearing a grey cardigan around her shoulders. "Let's play a game– it's been a while since I got to use them.”

“Alright.” You say briefly, she grabs some controllers, tossing one to you. It lands harshly into your stomach, nearly winding you. The machine whirs to life slowly, her technology showing its age.

"Garfield Kart is a strange-ass choice, Gowon.' You laugh—it's maybe the first real thing you've learned about her. She sits down next to you, sinking into the cheap furniture.

"It's underrated cinema, I wouldn't expect you to know much about good games." She fights back, though her playtime exposes her. 

“30 minutes? Wow you must have loved this game.” 

Gowon doesn’t respond, picking her racer in Odie. You choose Garfield, he looks slightly creepy but the humans look worse. The map isn’t recognisable, at least to you. Gowon on the other hand smiles at the suburb. Its cartoony buildings copy and pasted over long stretches of land, save for the different coloured roofs. 

“This looks ancient, when did this come out?”

“2013.” She snaps, sitting forward in her seat. Taking this Garfield Kart stuff as serious as her education.

“Oh okay…” You don’t want to get embarrassed too hard, so you imitate her actions. Three, two, one. Then it’s off, she blazes ahead of you and the bots. It’s disrespectful how far the game puts you behind, shrugging it off and looking for any chance to put yourself back in the race.

“son of a bitch…” Gowon mutters underneath her breath, so focused you can see her move her entire body in sync with her cart in your peripheral. 

One mistake, swerving into a house and you are in first place for all of six seconds before repeating her mistake. The music gets more obnoxious as cartoon crash noises join it, Gowon and you swap constantly, vying for first place. 

“You are so going down!” You mock, trying to get into her head and throw her off.

“No fucking way! You are going to eat shit!” She shouts back with fire, using a skull power-up that detonates on top of you. Immediately sending you crying back for 5th place.

The rest of the race is guaranteed. And your flatmate is truly humble– only jumping onto the floor, throwing her hands up into the air, hitting the best rendition of a club dance she could.

“Bullshit.”

“Loser!” 

“Run it back.” 

She nods, the second race is immediately set underway. You stop caring halfway through, realising how truly awful this experience is– it's an unbalanced, bullshit slop that looks like it’s one of those ‘straight to DVD’ movies. The only semblance of fun you have is because Gowon loses this one.

“No fucking way we are doing a third race.” You are pleading, you’ll forfeit if it means you don’t have to play another round. She can win.

“Fine, if you want to be a loser.” You’ll be a loser this one time. 

Gowon cracks open the bottle, pouring soju into each of the shot glasses. You join her in drinking it to purge away the atrocities you witnessed. 

The tension in the room grows, no Garfield Kart means you have to actually communicate with each other. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, taking another shot while you rack your head of what to say.

“So… what sparks the invite?” You turn to face her, she looks down to her drink, swirling it.

“I just felt bored. Nothing more.”

“Fair enough, been up to anything?” The silence is deafening, you tap on your phone screen. Letting music fill the room to make it a more comfortable environment.

“Way too much– work, school and constant nagging from everyone. You?” 

“Basically said it all for me, life can be a bitch.” She nodded, Gowon put her feet up on the table. Her head resting against the back cushion. You join her.

“Yeah you could say that again. Surely you’ve done something fun recently?” She’s begging you to lighten the mood, suddenly Garfield doesn’t seem so bad.

“Been on those stupid dating apps recently, seeing if I can strike gold.” You reply honestly, it’s something. Get five messages, try to schedule something. Then it stops right there, rinse repeat and try again.

“Eugh– really?” Her face morphs in disgust, “That sounds awful.”

“Are you not into the dating market?”

Gowon takes another shot, “No, it’s never worth the effort. You try to meet someone and it’s so much work– they either want to get in your panties immediately or are so fucking dry.” 

“It can suck sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Everyone is so sex obsessed, it’s not even that good and I can’t get to know someone before they try to get lucky” She speaks from experience, shaking her head.

“So you’ve had a few bad experiences and now you’ve given up?” 

“If it’s only bad then what’s the point?” She asks.

“Because good sex is worth it, you just have to endure till you get there.” 

Gowon scoffs at your statement. “Are you trying to insinuate something?” It’s shockingly accusatory– catching you off guard. 

“Not really, I’m just saying sex is good if you have the right cock– or pussy. I don’t discriminate.” 

“Oh well, fine– pull your dick out.” She challenges, sitting back up. “I’m confident that I’m right.”

“What?” You respond meekly, also sitting up.

“I didn’t stutter.”

You should laugh this off. Say no. Instead you're unbuttoning your pants, because apparently this is happening now– your flaccid length exposed to your roommate who is mostly a stranger. She looks at it with no expression at all.

Then she goes for it, putting her whole mouth on your shaft. It’s sudden and her teeth drag against you, getting a hiss. Despite that, you start to harden in Gowon’s warm mouth. 

Her eyes are pointed firmly towards your crotch, her tongue goes in directions that don’t make sense. It feels disappointing– her approach was so strong compared to this.

You don’t say much. She slobbers over your cock, She's messy– spit dripping down your shaft, pooling at the base.. She only uses her mouth. Gowon doesn't react when you grab her hair– keeps sucking the same. She’s so fucking hot though, you only realise it now she’s got her mouth full. 

Watching her give head is more pleasurable than the act itself– the atmosphere feels awkward and you are tempted to neck some of the Soju beside you.