roommate choso not-so-secretly steals your panties when you’re not around... ♪♫˚⊹
content/warnings: nsfw mdni, f!reader x choso, no curses au, lowk ooc, porn with little to no plot, improper use of panties, sub choso/dom reader if you squint, no use of yn for reader, cho's a perv, stupid refs if u catch them, no beta we die like gojo, i cant write smut for the life of me
His swiping habit stemmed from good intentions…originally. Sort of…not really. Innocent on paper, he supposes.
He told himself he was doing you a favor. Good roommates help each other out, and that includes laundry, right? Midterms were flossing their teeth with your nervous system and you’ve been nothing but a ball of stress lately, so why not help you out and get some of your chores done while you were off studying? That’s what he continued to tell himself, but really he just wanted an excuse to be in your room. Touch your clothes, smell your perfume, lay in your bed.
It was all innocent..sort of..until he actually got around to doing your laundry for you. Once his hands found a delicate, pink lace pair of panties buried in your laundry as he was going through it, all of the other clothes were immediately forgotten, all of his senses zeroing in on the soft cotton in his hands. He examined the undergarment with flushed cheeks and hitched breaths, the pink lace felt fragile in his hold, the fabric an intimate extension of you that he wasn't supposed to see. He knew he wasn’t supposed to see this, and he shouldn’t have even been in your room in the first place. This was disgusting, perverted, a complete invasion of privacy, and an even bigger blow to his morals. But what his brain was telling him was no match for the heavy ache in his chest as he held what hid your most intimate parts, the tiny cloth bridging the gap to what he’d been grasping at for so long now—you. The moment he had picked up the thin fabric, any hope of putting a load of laundry in was out the window.
He sure was putting a load in somewhere else though.
“nghh..oh fuck, im sorry, imsorryimsorryimsorry,” he spewed a string of apologies to your empty room as he ejaculated into your previously pristine underwear. The moist pink fabric was wrapped tightly around his shaft, the lining now sticky with his semen. He unraveled your panties from his half-hard member before promptly sticking his nose right in the lining with trembling hands, imagining his nose was pressed against your panty-covered cunt and not his hand. Your natural musk and the scent of your discharge still lingered faintly, but was overpowered by the sloppy mess he had made of the undergarment.
He had ruined them, completely. The realization hit him before he had even finished, yet he had still continued. Still defiled them with his release, still shoved his nose to them like a pervert, still held them as if they belonged to him. He knew, yet he still ruined them. He pulled himself off the soaked fabric with a sharp exhale, staring at the gooey ruin of his own making, analyzing the damage. How could he possibly return these now?
Choso felt like scum of the Earth. He was ashamed, he truly was. That was no lie. His actions continued to gnaw at him, his sinful deed lingering in the back of his head every time he interacted with you. His shame was real, intense, and terribly strong.
If only his self control was stronger.
He continued getting off to that pink pair of panties, keeping them tucked away for himself. And he was content with only having the pink pair for a good week or two, if you ignored his growing resentment for himself and focused only on the incomparable pleasure he was feeling. But it had gotten to the point where the panties had no remnants of you, your scent and stains completely overshadowed by his own. The cloth was even getting stiff from all his previous releases that had dried up, but he couldn’t bring himself to wash them in fear of losing the combination of your scents to the smell of laundry detergent.
So he did the only reasonable thing anyone would do.
Steal another pair of course !
“Gosh, it’s like our washing machine is alive or something!” you huff as you’re exiting your room, walking over to Choso and plopping down next to him on the couch.
“Hm? Alive?” he tilts his head slightly, his tone it’s typical neutral.
“Yes. Alive, breathing, eating, sleeping. But especially eating.”
“Eating? What’re you talking about?”
“The stupid machine has been eating up all of my clothes! I’m missing, like, three pairs of panties!”
“Maybe we should call the landlord and tell him it’s broke- um…Choso? Are you okay?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, your body shifting closer to his to inspect him.
He looked like someone had just told him his brother died or something. You could nearly feel every muscle in his body lock up with how rigidly his expression darkened.
“Yeah- Washing machine, panties, landlord,” he said stiffly, his voice even flatter than usual, “I’ll take a look at the machine, I’m sure it can be fixed,” he blurted as he quickly rose from the couch, “Excuse me.”
He practically dashed to the bathroom, his back hitting the door as soon as it locked. All the shame he had internalized was now pouring out of him at your suspicion, his heart slamming against his ribs as the weight of his secrecy suffocated him.
You followed after him in no time, knocking on the door softly.
“Cho?” you call worriedly, pressing an ear against the door, “What’s wrong, you went all quiet and you look like you saw a ghost. If this is about the landlord being a jackass to you I can call him instead?”
“No, everything’s okay. I just feel a little sick, give me a minute please,” he choked out, holding his head in his hands.
“Oh, okay...just let me know if you need anything, alright?” you said, giving one soft tap to the door before retreating back to your bedroom to give him some privacy. God you’re an angel. He felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t deserve your sweetness with how he was acting behind closed doors.
Your awareness of the missing panties should’ve been a sign to stop this nonsense. Your frustration with losing your clothing should’ve been enough to make him quit it. Your questioning should’ve scared him into stopping. But Choso, despite his (so-called..) strong morals and honest nature, fell entirely weak to his desires.
He really should’ve stopped once you brought up the missing panties.
Midterms were nearly over, and exams for first semester were wrapping up. But you weren’t free just yet. You still had one more test before you could finally cut loose for winter break, but you weren’t going to slow down in the home stretch. You worked your ass off, and studying seemed to be all that consumed your days lately; Which is exactly why Choso thought he’d be safe.
“Hey, I’m back!” you called out as you entered your apartment, “Walked over to the library for no reason, it’s closed because of some accident with the printers. Who closes a library during midterms?” you complained, sighing as you tugged your boots off. No response from Choso…strange, but whatever. You assumed he was in the bathroom or maybe even left in the short time you had been gone.
Until you heard a sharp, heavy thud! coming right from your bedroom.
“Choso?” you walk over to your room immediately, opening the door with caution. The sight in front of you had your jaw going slack, hand frozen on the door knob as you stare at your roommate with wide, bulging eyes.
He was currently on his knees, looking like he was getting himself up after stumbling. His dark brown hair clung to his skin, his face flushed and his body covered in a light sheen of sweat. His eyes were so wide you thought they might pop out, his expression darker than you’ve ever seen it. But more importantly, he was currently slouched over with his boxers haphazardly pulled halfway down, just enough to free his aching cock.
Which was currently wrapped in the pink lace panties you’ve been missing for weeks.
Choso shot to his feet, pulling up his boxers as quickly as he could, ripping your underwear off of him and whipping them behind his back, fist clenched impossibly tight around the poor pink cloth. His efforts were ultimately futile, it was plain as day what he had been doing, and he knew he was caught red-handed. He looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
The room was dead silent for a staggering five seconds.
“Fuck, I’m sorry don’t-” he choked out, his voice raw and coming out cracked, “don’t look at me”
“Don’t, please. I’m sorry”
He turned his head away, shoulders tensed up and his back hunched over in a full curve like he was trying to make himself smaller.
Silence fell over the room again.
“Choso..” you approached carefully, your expression unreadable. But your words made your intentions loud and clear.
“…so you’re the reason my clothes have been going missing? Why didn’t you just tell me?”
Choso now looked perplexed, his eyebrows furrowing deeper, his expression almost pitiful.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted me?”
“Want- you-?” he stumbled over his words. His brain had been short-circuiting ever since you walked in on him.
The silence that lingered after your words was still tense, but god did he feel an entire ton get lifted off his shoulders.
“Cho,” you murmured as you tread closer to him, taking your stiff, moist panties from his trembling hand hiding behind his back, “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want this.”
Your words, your touch, and your stupidly sultry look didn’t give him a single chance. He was in no position to be the reasonable one anyway…and now that he knew you wanted this too, he didn’t want to be.
“Please..” he choked hoarsely, wide-blown eyes lined with tears brimming at his waterline, his body still slouched and trembling, “I want you more than anything.”
“Mmmnn..! A-ah- oh fuck please!” he cried as you edged him for the umpteenth time, wagging your pointer finger at him.
“Shh baby, I know. But you’ve gotta pay for ruining my favorite panties somehow.” you said, punctuating your words with a sharp grind against his pelvis.
“Nggh-! Fuck, p-please- im sorry-”
“A whole month Cho. You snuck around and stole from me for over a month. You do all that and still think you should be rewarded right away?”
“I said ‘shh’. Understand?”
You reached for your discarded panties on the bedside, fisting the stiff fabric right through his trembling lips, earning a sharp gag straight from his gut. Tears slipped down his temples, eyebrows furrowed and his back arched off the bed, desperate for any friction you’d allow him.
“Mmph-!!” he whined into the pink cotton lace, tears continuing to slip down his flushed skin, sweat beading at his hairline.
“Yeah? You taste the mess you made of my panties?” you taunt with a sharp grind against his aching cock, leaking pre-cum all over your clothed cunt as you rubbed against him, his thick, flushed tip catching against your clit through the thin fabric.
“F-fuck, and now you’re ruining another pair, greedy b-bastard,” you continued to heckle, though you were beginning to lose your composure, “you want this Cho? you want me?”
He nodded vigorously, squeezing his teary eyes shut as he let out a muffled noise of approval through the pink lace stuffed down his throat.
He came as soon as your sweet, soft walls enveloped him.
He didn’t have much to give. He had milked himself dry with how much he had been pumping his cock to your poor panties the entire month, his spent member only spurting out pathetic little dribbles of seed despite being edged beforehand.
He bottomed out with a sharp cry, whining into your ruined panties, his leaking tip kissing your cervix as he rut into you like an animal in heat, fucking his seed into you.
“oh f-fuck nghh…p-please- hah don’t stop!,” you cried, your body falling forward on top of his as he thrusted his half-hard cock up into you, lewd, wet sounds of skin against skin echoing throughout your room. Tears began to slip from your wide-blown eyes, instinctively having you bury your face in his neck. His flushed skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his dark brown locs sticking to him, and now to you.
“Dont…mmph..hide, please,” he groaned, his words muffled and barely audible through the cotton stuffed in his mouth and the obscene rhythmatic slaps of his body against yours. He pulled you off his neck with a soft tug at your hair, your face now even more flushed and moist with a combination of your sweat, his sweat, and your tears.
“Let me see..mnnh!- that p-pretty face gorgeous” he blabbed through red hot tears, biting down on the ruined pink lace as his thrusts grew even sloppier than they already had been. He was nearing his release once more, bumbling muffled strings of gibberish praise and apologies through your panties.
“W-wait I think I’m- slow down, please, I’m gonna-” you whimpered through bitten lips, your nails clawing at his sweat-slick chest, the pale skin now blooming with deep pink lines. Your pleas went one ear and out the other, his pace not pausing once, and you came undone with a sharp, trembling, cry. Your orgasm crashed through you, every nerve in your body pulsing with pleasure. Your sweet sounds and convulsing cunt sent him right over the edge with you, a hard twitch rippling through his crying cock as he spilled what little he had left inside of you.
He let out a weak, whiny cry into your panties as rode out his second orgasm, pumping shallow, feeble thrusts up into you. Your thighs trembled with exertion as he pulled himself out of you with a lewd pop!, looking at you with a pitiful expression, his pupils blown wider than the moon. Your chests both rose and fell in unison, your hitched, gasping breaths filling the bedroom. The room was now hot and the smell of sex was suffocating, making it hard to even clear your vision. He held you tight against his chest, ragged breaths mingling with yours.
You pulled away just enough to look at him, inhaling sharply before you fished your panties out of his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped for air, his jaw slightly sore from biting down so hard on a foreign object. He rubbed his jawbone for a split second before immediately bursting into a heated ramble.
“you are so perfect, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, you’re so much better than I ever could’ve imagined, you’re so fucking gorgeous thankyouthankyouthankyou-,” he spilled all at once, tears bubbling in his eyes, his words blending together with how fast he was speaking.
You interrupted his gratitude with a press of your finger to his lips, shooting him an unamused look.
“You can thank me by doing my laundry for the next week and then buying me new panties, idiot.”
a/n: this is genuinely slop LOL, i just wanted to write some choso. can you tell I cant write smut..? hopefully this wasn't too cringey i definitely struggled writing this, but when do I not struggle writing tbh.. srry for any typos this was written at 2am. hope this sludge was at least somewhat enjoyable ;-;
p.s. I know the song & it's actual meaning doesn't match the fic but I still wanted to use it (￣□￣;) just dont listen too hard lols
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