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ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʀɪᴘ (Spain)

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Warning: [sa], stalking, masturbating, obsessive behaviour,

"You got [Name] as your roommate?" one of Spain's friends said, smirking.

"Good choice, if you ask me," another added with an amused expression.

Spain raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? And why’s that?"

His friend leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Because that guy is totally dense. So you can be... Well, you, and he wouldn’t even care."

The others laughing when Spain dramatically offended. They was on the way to a business trip that United Nations assigned. What did surprise him, though, that he have to share hotel room with someone he didn't know.

Plus, the assignnation was not by coincidence but and was designed. Someone had mentioned you were "dense", which, in their minds, made you a safe choice. No chance of office romance or awkward situations, especially with someone like Spain or France.

He found this amusing, so when he first met you at the airport, he was curious. Sitting quietly beside him on plan and the way you seemed oblivious to the world around you. You are a hardworking, he could tell since all the things you did on the plan is work. It was as if you existed in your bubble, completely untouched by the usual office drama.

Spain decided to make the best of it. After all, the idea of sharing a room with someone who was so "innocent" was intriguing. As soon as you both landed, he started with harmless flirtations, testing the waters since you not on your laptop anymore.

But all of his attempts only get 'Thanks' by you.

His wardrobe consisted of shirts left open, exposing his toned chest, or he’d parade around in just his boxers, making sure to stretch and bend in ways that would give him the best chance of catching your eye.

Surprisingly, you don't mind. Thinking he loves  being naked in his own house and being thoughtful enough to wear at least boxers when you're home.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit cold in here?” he’d ask, leaning in close. While you doing your work, glancing up as you remove the side of your headphones. “Maybe you could help me warm up.”

But you were unaware and just adjusted the thermostat and smiled. “Oh, I’m sure it’ll warm up soon.” then continue typing on your laptop.

His frustration grew, but he tried to hide it, keeping up his playful demeanour.  You were so oblivious to his attempts that it drove him mad.

So he tried other ways— people he’d pick up from bars or networking events. Bring them home when just you buy him a take out. As he enjoying his time in his room, he made sure the noise levels were high, the moaned and groaned through the thin walls. Unfortunately for him, you are a heavy sleeper and love to listen to loud music while working.

The next day, after a wild night, Spain stumbled out of bed at noon,  “Man, my body is so sore from last night,” he claim in a low husky tone, stretching his body.

When he heard a whistle, he smirked but quickly turn gone when he realises it was not from you. A guy he just fucked last night, whistling and clapping at the show on tv not at him. You are also there cheering as you both watch football.

“Didn’t sleep well?” you asked when you noticed him as you were enjoying your drink.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said, gritting his teeth.