Tags ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ (18+!) : roommate!choso x fem!reader; non-curse au; college au; masturbation; oral (choso recieving); panty stealing; panty sniffing; panty licking; roommates au; whimpering; solo m; getting caught; teasing; panty kink; orgasm; whining; dirty thoughts; blowjob; swallowing cum
A.N.: first fanfiction after years, hope y'all will like it!
Artwork:thatsallitchief on X (prev. Twitter)
Choso Kamo — your roommate, who was a silent yet comforting presence in the silent dormitory you two shared. Always helping with chords, usually seeking your company, asking you to help him in his studies.
You thought he enjoyed you as a friend... which was true in a way, he indeed enjoyed your company. Though, he asked for help with the smallest things to have you close, a small excuse to breathe in your sweet perfume mingling with light sweat, to hear your soft laugh whenever he cracks a joke. To watch you as you bend over, picking up a thing you accidentaly knocked down, or to see how you push your cleavage higher with your arms crossed across your chest...
He kept his starings subtle around you, not wanting you to realize how much of a crush he has on you. Keeping a pokerface around you when you teased him, smiling softly whenever you rambled and he just listened. He absolutely loved your voice, how you carried yourself.
However, there was a part of him what you were blissfully oblivious about. When it's his turn doing laundry, he would steal one of your worn panties, sniff your clothes with awe and longing. All he wanted is to worship every inch of you, to drag his tongue over your salty skin and wet heat. To pound his 8 inches deep inside you until you don't cry his name.
He never ever felt this way over someone; and yet, here you were, his roommate, who he found incredibly sexy and gorgeous. He adored you the same way he wanted to make you a cummy mess.
Recently, he was im his room while you were away on one lecture, his mind clouded with the memories of you. In his left, he held your stolen panties, admiring the delicate black lace with the little bow on it. Examining your worn undi he lifted it to his nose, inhaling your smell with a shaky moan leaving his lips.
God, he was addicted to the way you smelled...
Sniffing on your panties he was in heaven — this act was equal to physical contact for him. As if it was you instead of your panties.
His tongue darted out to taste the fabric. He knew this was too far to call him „sane”, yet he couldn't bring himself to stop. From the first time he stole your underwear, curiously and with arosual he began to do nasty things with it, he couldn't break this filthy ritual. This was sacred to him, to feel you up through your worn panties.
With a small groan, his free hand moved to his pants to undo his denim's zipper. Fuck, he was so hard, he needed a few strokes before you could come back!
The moment his hand freed his aching cock, already leaking and flushed with need to release, a sharp breathe escaped him. Fisting his rock hard dick, he took a long breathe in from your stolen underwear before his hand would move slowly up and down. Whimpering against the lace, his mind was fuzzy with nasty images of you.
Images of you bent over in one of your skirts, flashing your round ass with your panties.
Images of you laying underneath him, moaning and crying in pleasure, body shaking and eyes hazy.
Fuck, these images turned him on even more. Stroking his throbbing cock with need he muffled his moans into your black lace underwear, getting high on his fantasies and your smell.
He was so picked up in the filthy act, he didn't hear when the entrace door opened, your call out of „I'm back! ”, and how you walked outside his room.
All that mattered to him is to cum while moaning your name, to find his release...
The door opened with a soft creak!, and you walked in with you talking, just noticing Choso a second later. You froze at the sight of him like that.
Just as you, we was frozen too; eyes wide, like a kid's after getting caught stealing, the flush across his cheeks with sweat pearling on his temples, how ragged his breath was while gripping your underwear tighter. His hand also stopped on his leaking and aching dick, twitching with need.
Just staring at him, your eyes snapped from his red cheeks to the black lace in his hand, then down at his throbbing 8 inches, which begged to be taken care of.
"Please Y/N..." he cut you off with his pleading and breathy voice, sounding like a man in need — since he was, "I need to... mhm... fuck... "
You just blinked at your roommate. He was needy, clutching your underwear like his life depended on it while giving himself a small, slow stroke while looking up at your face. „Fuck, I just screwed things up!” he thought with despair, swallowing down the lump formed in his throat.
Were you mad at him? Disgusted? Disappointed?
Little did he know you were none of the above.
Stepping closer to him, you reached gently out — only to take your panties out of his hand. Dropping the sniffed and licked fabric at the wooden floor, you gave him a small smirk.
„She is not mad?” Choso thought as he watched you with his breath stuck in his throat, heart beating a miles per minute in his chest. What were you up to?
With your smirk still on your pink lips, you slowly crouched down — only to kneel between his legs, resting your hands on his thighs.
"So this is where my panties are going..."
Was all you said with a low murmur, before you would press a small kiss at the tip of his needy cock. The feel of your lips, so light and soft against his drippy dick sent a shiver down Choso's spine, taking a shaky breath in.
"What's wrong, Cho? Not liking this?"
You were taunting him. Teasing him when you knew damn well he needs you the most. You just spurred him on, making his thick member twitch in anticipation.
"God I like it... Do it again, please.."
He whimpered helplessly. His brain went off as he took in the sight; you, on your knees, warm mouth hovering over his painfully hard dick, teasing him. God, just like a wet dream!
And you? You submitted to his plea with a soft hum, slowly peppering soft kisses over his flushed tip, licking off the icing-like precum from his skin. The way he tasted on your lips, a bit salty and yet oh so delicious, made you maintain eye contact with him. With your eyes looking up at his already undone face from behind long lashes, your tongue dragged over his veiny lenght before wrapping your lips around him.
Choso, whimpering and hissing, looking down at you with dreamy and hazy eyes of lust and longing, spread his legs wider as your warm and wet mouth enveloped him. The things he wanted to do to you; to eat out your pussy, to slam inside you, to feel your tight walls clench around him... He wanted you, incredibly badly so.
He choked out while his hand flew into your hair, gripping it but not guiding yet — only having it there.
The way his cock filled your mouth full, how his taste made you salivate even more around him, how his hips jerked involuntarly but not thrusting, and his unholy whimpers were what made your panties dampen. Pushing his cock deeper into your throat you felt as his hand tightened in your hair, tugging on it with breatheless pants and needy whines, slowly guiding your head up and down on his painful erection.
"Mhnh... Just look at you.... Taking my c-cock...."
His words ended in a deep, guttural moan, yanking his head back. Choso was ready to bust, to shoot his hot cum down your throat, to make you swallow every drop of his sticky seed.
Your eyes widened when you felt him twitch inside you before cumming against the back of your throat, pulling your head down on his lenght. With your hands gripping into his thighs you shut your eyes closed, savouring his hot and salty cum before he would pull out his semi-hard dick, covered in your spit and the renmants of himself.
The both of you were gasping for air as looking at each other, chests rising and falling. Choso was spinning, unable to grasp the fact his roommate, the girl he was crushing on massively, who he always fantasized about when feeling hot, gave him a blow job. Shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm, he reached down to cup your cheeks in one hand, making you to look up at his face.
Your name fell of his lips in a small breath, and Choso said nothing else. Wiping away a thin line of his cum from your wet lips with his thumb his eyes softened, looking down at you with renewed affection. Maybe it was the tiredness from just ejaculating.
Just looking up at him you slowly stood up from the ground, and leaning down your forehead rested against his.
"Just... Just shut up, Cho. I would do it again."
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