Thinking about creepy roommate viktor. You're busy in the kitchen, snacking on some cupcakes viktor just baked for you, made with a special secret ingredient (his cum). He sneeks into your bedroom, careful as he pushes the door open, trying not to make a sound.
He quickly limps his way to your laundry hamper, already knowing what he's looking for. And there, peeking from under your pajama shorts is a pair of panties. Soft, stretchy, lacey. His throat feels dry, eyes wide and before he could even think twice he swipes it from the basket.
It's still warm. His hand moves before his mind could. He presses the fabric into his nose, huffing slow and deep, his eyes falling closed. For a moment, his chaotic world settles into a warm abstract buzzing. He holds your scent deep in his lungs, he wished he could keep it there for ever. Sweet and musky and so dizzyingly you.
He leans harder into his crutch, feeling his pants tightening. His head is spinning.
"Viktor! These cupcakes are amazing! A little salty though.."
Fuck.
He shoves your panties into his back pocket, his face burning. He smothes his hands over his face, as if that would brush the pink from his cheeks.
He shuffles quickly, mind racing. He has to get out of your room before he's caught. He closes the door behind him quietly, mind pleasantly buzzing feeling the way your panties shift in his pocket.
"Salty? Really? I'm sorry..." He musters, turning back into the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to see your lips smeared with white creamy frosting.
