bella

⋮ ⌗ megumi ~ such a pretty boy, consumed by death ♱

⚠︎ bells. she.her. 21. latina. psychologist. jjk. cinephile. bisexual. BPD. megumi apologist. perv!choso truther. poetry. vampires. i tend to make everything psychology related. ateez. astrology. MDNI.

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saudade (n.) • a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved an then lost • also read: the love that remains • also read: satosugu

perv!choso finally getting the pretty girl of his dreams to move in with him.

choso was proud of himself.

admittedly, he wasn’t used to feeling this kind of emotion towards himself — or anyone, really. but he was so, so proud of the little stunt he somehow managed to pull.

it started at the beginning of the semester. he was at the library with his best friend, satoru, when you walked in. prettiest little thing he had ever seen — completely out of his league, though.

satoru must’ve realized how he was staring at someone like a lost puppy who finally found its master, because he turned around and raised an eyebrow when his eyes landed on the girl who captured his friend’s attention.

and wasn’t life great?

apparently you were dating satoru’s brother, the obnoxious frat boy every girl on campus ogled every time he walked by. choso felt a pang of pity cross his heart at that, because you were most definitely getting cheated on.

poor, sweet thing. he would never treat you like that — at least, that’s what he decided fifteen seconds after seeing you for the first time. he knew he’d worship the ground you walked on with those pretty heels of yours; the same ones that later in his room, with his leaky cock in his fist, he’d imagine pressing against his hard-on as he begged for more.

he spiraled after that.

he’d find any little excuse to be at the same spaces you frequented, discreetly remembering your routine and schedule. he started studying at the campus cafeteria he hated, just because you loved to hang out there with some of your friends after your psychology class. he’d pretend to drop his pen, just to bend down to grab it and snatch a quick photo of your long legs. he told himself it was harmless. just looking.

but choso’s favorite part of the day wasn’t following you around, no. it was after.

it was at his apartment, where he’d stare at the picture he took earlier as he slouched back on his bed, tugging his sweats down to free his already hard cock.

he’d spit into his palm, his grip tight as his chest would rise and fall unevenly. phone in hand, his mind wandered to the thought of your thighs locking around his head as you moaned his name with that sweet voice, praising him for being a good boy.

two months later, satoru drops the news. you broke up with his brother, and left the frat house. you were now searching for a place to stay — with a roommate.

choso had never posted an announcement so quickly in his life.

three weeks later, here you were. your things were already in his apartment, making it somehow feel warmer. you were exactly as he’d expected: a pretty girl, sweet and trusting — and that was the worst part. you trusted him. you smiled at him over breakfast, left your door open, fell asleep on the couch while he was right there. you had no idea.

you only agreed to move in with him because he was friends with satoru, so ‘he must be a nice guy’.

same nice guy that is currently locked in his room, pair of black lace panties pressed against his nose — he’d found them tangled in your bedsheets when he offered to do your laundry. such a gentleman, right? — as he whimpers softly and ruts against the sheets.

there’s always a ping of guilt behind his teary eyes, because deep down he knows what he’s doing is wrong.

but fuck — how could he stop, when your scent clung to his nose as he took deep shaky breaths? when the fabric pressed against his face, hard shaft in his hand, precum helping him move it faster?

how can he, when you use those stupid mini skirts that bless him with a peek of your pretty ass every time you bend over? he knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, leaving your underwear on the washing machine. but fuck if he wasn’t going to take advantage of it.

his search history became somewhat of a loop — he discovered a new porn category he was getting quite fond of. roommates.

even better if the girl resembled you, so he could imagine it was you bouncing on his cock, choking him and using him as you pleased. sometimes the girls in the videos gagged the man with a pair of their panties — so choso started to gag himself with the ones he stole from you every time he watched them, thinking it was you putting them there.

he wondered, sometimes, if you could hear him through the thin walls. if you knew. if maybe — just maybe — you left those panties there on purpose.

back to the present — he focuses his teary eyes on his phone screen, where a random girl is riding a tied up, dark haired guy. he sucks at the panties shoved in his mouth, spit sliding down his chin and his neck.

his eyes are focused on the way the man’s dick disappears in the girl, fantasizing about you riding him instead. he just knows your pussy would swallow him whole, greedy thing - making him whine and cry under you. he’d be desperate to cum, so he’d snap his hips up to meet yours… maybe you’d get mad at him and call him pathetic, maybe you’d even slap him—

that thought is the one that shoves him over the edge. his hips stutter, a broken sound catching in his throat as white spurts stripe his stomach and chest, hot and messy against his heaving abs.

the lace is still pressed to his face, still in his mouth — muffling the pretty whimpers he can't hold back, swallowing the name he wants so badly to moan out loud. yours.

he cleaned himself up slowly, noticing the panties now ruined — some of his cum managed to get on them, his mess staining the black lace. he’d have to wash them before you noticed. or maybe he'd keep them like this. a souvenir.

he just… couldn't help it. you were the girl of his dreams, after all.

⚠︎ HI!! this is my first time writing so please cut me some slack! also, english is not my first language, so please be patient, i’m trying my best <3.