Roommate!Choso who gets caught stealing your panties!
For the past hour, youâve been scouring your shared apartment in frustration, searching high and low for the book you lent Choso a few weeks ago. You considered texting him about it, but quickly dismissed the idea, knowing full well that he was in the middle of an exam back at campus. You were close enough to him that you knew he wouldnât mind if you rifled through his things.
You were searching through his bedroom until you gave up, letting out a sigh before plopping down onto his bed in disappointment that you couldnât find the book. You waited for a few moments before deciding to take once last look around, starting with his bed. You checked under the bed, under the covers too but found nothing. When your eyes fall on the pillows he had mounted on his bed your heart skipped a beat.
You reached behind them, hoping to find the missing book you so desperately needed. Instead you found your missing pair of lace pantiesâ your favorite pair, tucked beneath it and hidden from plain sight. They were the ones that mysteriously vanished after Choso offered to do laundry for both of you last weekâ your heart flutters once your realized theyâre still unwashed.
It was something youâd never expect from your sweet roommate Choso.
You suddenly remembered the conversation from a few days ago when you asked him about it, and his casual shrug as he muttered, âProbably got torn up in the dryer. sorry about that.â Youâd bought the excuse without a second thought, not thinking much of it. But now, you stand there holding the evidence, the realization slowly sinking in.
Your search for the text book is forgotten as you hastily shove the panties back under the pillow,as you hear choso enter from the front door. The sound of a key turning in the lock cut through the silence, followed instantly by the heavy thud of the front door swinging open and shut.
âHey,â Chosoâs voice called out, sounding tired but relieved. You heard the distinct rustle of his backpack hitting the floorboards in the hallway. âIâm finally back. That exam was brutal.â You stood frozen in his bedroom, heart hammering against your ribs as his footsteps approached. The pantiesâyour pantiesâwere tucked back under his pillow, but your hands trembled, betraying you.
He leaned against the doorframe, shoulders slumped from the weight of the exam, but his dark eyes landed on you and sharpened with lazy curiosity. "Still looking for that book?" He asked, arching a brow. His gaze drifted over your tense posture, lingering for a moment too long before he pushed off the doorframe and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Find anything interesting?" His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of something darker, more knowing.
You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to relax your grip on the pillow edge. "Nope," you answered quickly, maybe too quickly. "Not yet, anyway." You felt guilty for suspicion, but the knowledge of what was beneath that pillow made your skin prickle with awareness.
His lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk as he tossed his shirt aside and moved closer, invading your personal space with that effortless predatory grace. His fingers brushed your cheek, tilting your head up. "You're a terrible liar," he murmured, his voice low and rough with exhaustion and something else entirely. "What did you find under my pillow, sweetheart?" You froze, your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. His fingers trailed down to your jaw, applying gentle pressure to keep you looking up at him. "The panties," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I kept them."
His eyes darkened with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. "I like the way they smell," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "Like you." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I jerked off to them every night since you gave me that laundry."
Your knees went weak at the raw confession, heat flooding your cheeks and rushing straight between your thighs. The image of Chosoâcomposed, stoic Chosoâwrapping your stolen panties around his cock was enough to make your head spin.
"You... what?" you breathed out, your voice trembling as you stared up at him, unable to process the sheer depravity of his confession. You were intimately familiar with his body, but this side of himâobsessiveâwas something entirely new. He didn't look ashamed. If anything, his gaze intensified, boring into yours with terrifying honesty. "Every night,"
"Imagining they were your cute little pussy," he continued, his voice a dark, vibrating rumble against your lips. "Wrapping them around my cock, getting them messy all over again." His hand slid from your jaw down your throat, fingers pressing lightly against your pulse point, feeling the way your heart hammered against your skin. "I couldn't wash them. Needed your scent." His free hand reached past you, fingers sliding under his pillow with deliberate slowness. When he pulled back, he was holding the pink panties, cradled in his palm like a trophy. "Still have my cum on them too," he said, completely unapologetic. "You can smell it if you want."
without warning, he brought the panties to your face, pressing them against your nose. The musky scent of his release hit you instantly, mingling with the faint sweetness of your own laundry detergent. You could smell him - strong, raw, and undeniably sexual. "Fuck, you smell good," He murmured, his voice dropping even lower. He pulled the panties back, looking at them with a hungry expression. "You know what I realized?" He asked softly, his thumb brushing over the crotch of the panties where his semen was dried.
"This is the closest I've ever gotten to having your pussy," he said bluntly. "It smells like you, but it's not actually you." He looked up at you, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity. "I want the real thing, sweetheart."
Your breath hitched in your throat, the air between you suddenly thick and suffocating with desire. The casual admission sent a shockwave straight to your core, your thighs pressing together instinctively. "You have the real thing whenever you want, Cho," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation. "You know that."
"I want to know what your actual pussy smells like," he whispered, his nose brushing against your neck as he inhaled deeply. "Want to feel how wet you get when I'm inside you. Want to cum in you instead of on your fucking underwear."
The raw possessiveness in his tone made your knees buckle, your body reacting instantly to the dark promise in his words. He caught you easily, his large hands gripping your waist to steady you, his expression predatory and intent. "Then find out," you breathed out, your gaze locking with his. "Take what you want, Cho."
His eyes flashed with raw hunger, that simple invitation breaking whatever restraint he had left. In one swift motion, he had you bent over his bed, your skirt shoved up around your waist, your panties tossed aside. You felt his calloused hands spreading your ass apart, exposing you completely. "Smell even better than I imagined,"
He buried his face between your thighs immediately, inhaling your scent with a deep, audible groan. "Fuck, sweetheart." His nose dragged through your slick folds, smelling your natural arousalâwet, sweet, and infinitely better than the dried fabric. "This is what I needed," he muttered, then licked a long, heavy stripe up your pussy. "The real thing."
His tongue explored every inch of you, lapping at your juices like a man starved. He focused on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub between his lips and lashing it with his tongue until you were squirming and moaning. One thick finger pushed inside your tight hole, curling upwards to rub against your g-spot. Your back immediately arched, a broken cry tearing from your throat as he hit that spot perfectly. His mouth was relentless, tongue working your clit while his finger pumped steadily, dragging wet sounds from your pussy that filled the room.
"Choâfuck, oh my god," you moaned, fingers gripping the sheets helplessly. He wasn't just eating you out; he was worshiping you.
"Mmm, right there?" he murmered against your clit, feeling you tighten around his finger. He added another finger, stretching you slightly as he curled both up to rub that sensitive spot inside you. His tongue flattened out, licking slow and wide strokes over your clit. Your thighs began to shake uncontrolably, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. He hooked his fingers perfectly, hitting your g-spot with every pump while his tongue worked magic on your clit.
"So fucking sweet," he groaned, his voice vibrating against your pussy. He could feel you clenching around his fingers, getting closer. "Gonna make you cum on my face, sweetheart. Want to taste your real flavor, not just these fucking panties." Your entire body tightened instantly at the dirty promise, clenching like a vice around his fingers.
He hummed in approval, the sensation shooting straight through your swollen clit. "That's it," he urged, pumping his fingers faster, curling them relentlessly against that spongy spot inside you while his tongue flicked rapid, precise circles over your bud. "Let go. Give me that fucking cum." The dual stimulation was devastating, pushing you right to the edge.
With a sharp cry, your orgasm shattered through you. Your back bowed violently, thighs trembling uncontrollably as your pussy clamped down like a vice around his curling fingers. Your release flooded his tongue, soaking his face, and he groaned deeply into your pussy, lapping up every drop of your cum like he was starving for it. "Fucking perfect,"
He lapped at you slowly, gently now, cleaning you up with soft kisses as your body shook through the aftershocks. But he wasn't done - far from it. He stood abruptly, towering over you as he tore off his pantsâhis belt buckle clinked heavily against the floor in the sudden silence, his dark eyes locked on your trembling form.
"Told you I wanted the real thing baby."
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