black lace panties. smut
roommate!choso x fem!reader
now playing: candy - doja cat
a/n: he looks so distressed i love this man
[[ synopsis: ᯓ★ in which choso wants to feel closer to you. like, way closer. ]]
dividers by @/uzmacchiato !
taglist: @mimuju, @selenethinksalot, @iquitfindingausername
choso shouldn't be doing this.
he knows he shouldn't be doing this.
but does he care? absolutely not.
can you blame him? a few days ago he took a peek and saw those pretty jet black panties you were wearing and couldn't resist to have a taste.
you're out, at the grocery store for the two of you. his cock is already rock hard— pre leaking from the tip. it's so very evident that he's completely turned on right now.
his pale hand slides open the drawer— reaching to find those black panties in question. and he does, because choso kamo always gets what he wants.
his long fingers interlink with the panties, pulling them up from the other piles of cloth.
he lays his eyes on it, in it's full glory. you yourself have worn these. he can't wrap his pretty head around the concept.
his delicate fingers trace the crotch, grazing the panties like they're something reverent. his erection is now throbbing, even more deliciously painful than it was before. so painful, he has to stop himself from moaning so loud.
he sits down on your bed, fingers clutching tightly onto the piece of fabric, pulling down his pants, stroking himself over the soaked boxers.
he groans blissfully, sliding the boxers straight off of him, thick erection springing up in an almost freeing manner.
he strokes up and down at the base, wet pre dribbling down to coat his hand.
"god.. mfghh.. fu-fuck.." his voice breaks, head falling back as he grabs the panties, wrapping it around his hand, pumping quickly, imagining it was you instead.
in fact, choso has had this desire for months. he's never been able to fulfill it because he knows that you don't reciprocate his feelings.
so, this is the only way for him to feel closer to you without crossing any lines. and he can still barely control himself around you. he thinks it's disgraceful and embarrassing, you think he's just nervous around people since he doesn't talk much.
that's not the case at all.
his hand moves faster, fingers paying extra attention to his puffy tip— eyes rolling back at the thought of you doing this instead, because seriously. what if it was your sweet cunt he was buried inside? he would probably ask for you to keep the panties on, only if you don't mind making a mess.
he would definitely be a goner if you were moving up and down his slick and overworked cock right now.
he closes his eyes, cum spilling out in creamy ropes, soaking into your panties and sliiightly reaching his stomach.
he shivers, staring up at the ceiling, processing what he had just done.
he had just cummed on your panties. those shits are expensive! and, to add insult to injury, he heard keys jingling. you were fucking home. oh, he was so done.
choso reacts faster than charlie kirk when he got hit by that bullet, throwing the panties back in the drawer, pulling his boxers and pants back up again, wiping the sweat that was caught on his brow. he's basically trapped and there's no way to get out of your room without you noticing.
he could just run quickly? yeah.
he does so, crouch- running to his room, seemingly not alerting you.
it was those black lace panties fault.
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