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You’ve had your eyes on your best friend’s older brother ever since the both of you became friends and you got to visit his house for the first time.
Yuji’s brother was barely two years older than the both of you, but back when you were a doe-eyed, innocent kid, even that little age difference made him seem like a grown-up to you. The difference in maturity seemed to only grow as all of you got older.
When he had moved out to go to university, you had seen him off with Yuji and then later spent the evening crying in the latter’s arms.
Him leaving had resulted in you spending a few weeks sulking about your long-time crush, that never got the chance to blossom into more than just that, until the deep, dark eyes and the messy hair turned into a faint afterthought.
Sometimes you’d spend the late hours reminiscing about the man and how kind he always was, how gentle he always treated you, and how careful he seemed to be around you.
For some reason, it always felt like he held himself back in your presence, but you couldn’t truly put your finger on what exactly he was holding back on and why he purposefully seemed to keep a respectful distance between the both of you.
While these thoughts seemed to permanently linger in the back of your head, interwoven with a light tinge of regret at never having expressed your feelings for the man, you continued your studies and your social life as if he had never existed.
Just like that, two years had passed, you graduated and just like that, you had found yourself with yet another problem.
You had been looking for a flat that was close to the university campus, yet affordable for a destitute student. Finding one that fulfilled those two criteria wasn’t so much the problem, as was finding a tolerable flatmate.
Most of them seemed either unfriendly or their lifestyles differed too much from your own and you had feared that it would lead to future conflicts.
That’s where your best friend came to your rescue, letting you know that his brother’s flatmate was moving out of their shared living space and that the room would be vacant and ready for a new inhabitant by the start of the new semester. Yuji trusted your words – that you had gotten over your crush on his brother.
You were hesitant at first – of course.
Living with the man you’ve had a crush on since you were a child? The man you’ve barely seen in the last 2 years? Choosing to live with him would probably lead to a whirlwind of emotions on your part.
With nowhere else to turn to for better accommodations, this deal ended up being the best you had, and, against all odds, you decided to move in with Choso and share the flat that was only 10 minutes away from campus.
After two years of university and being apart from each other, the man had changed.
The messy way he tied his hair up was still the same and the sleepy, warm smile he gave you shone with familiarity.
Yet, the man who had helped you carry your stuff into the flat and hugged you to welcome you, seemed so different from when you’d last seen him.
More grown up, in a way that was unfamiliar to you. You wondered about all the things he had experienced in those two years you were apart.
Choso didn’t seem to feel as awkward around you as you initially felt around him, so you got to hear all about his experiences over the course of those 3 months you lived together.
While he did change a bit, he still seemed to be the attentive and sweet guy you used to hang out with and soon enough the realization crept up on you:
You had never truly fallen out of love with the man. If anything, living with him and experiencing domestic bliss with Choso only made your adoration for him grow.
In those three months spent living together, the both of you seemed to grow closer than ever, spending every evening on the couch of your shared living room together, to either watch a movie or to have some wine and talk about your week.
Breakfast and dinner were the meals you always tried to have together, while Choso often had to drag you out of bed in the morning so you’d eat with him.
You shared the housework, sometimes you cuddled up on the sofa while dozing off and you’d talk about anything and everything. It was nice, yet you could always feel Choso pulling away from you for seemingly no reason.
Any time you had tried being sweet with him - wanted him to see that you liked him and wanted to get closer – there’d been this glimmer of doubt in his eyes and he’d strangely smile at you, before changing the subject or physically moving away.
It made you waver and you had decided to hold back. You didn’t want to push your feelings onto the man.
Considering that was the case, you didn’t expect to end up the way you did just now.
Your last course of the day was canceled and you got to go home earlier than expected. Giddy about this, you were headed straight for your home, the excitement of having the rest of the Friday off and thus, having a long weekend ahead of you, thrumming in your bones.
Being considerate of your flatmate, who you assumed was currently either napping or studying, you had quietly entered the flat and left your bag in your room, before you walked towards the bathroom for a much-needed shower after your long day.
Which is how you ended up in your current predicament.
You’re standing in the doorway of the shared bathroom, while your housemate is currently scrambling around on his knees, right in front of the laundry basket – your lacy panties in his hand and dangerously close to his face.
There is only one explanation for this and it hits you immediately. Despite that, you don’t dare spell it out for yourself. Not even mentally.
A shudder racks through your body at the thought of the man doing something as depraved as sniffing your panties. A few pairs have gone missing every once in a while, just to reappear mysteriously, but now even that made sense.
You wonder what he does with your panties before returning them, what else he had done in general up until now.
“Did you do the same thing with your former flatmate’s underwear?” you ask, trying to keep a cold expression. There’s no reason for him to know that your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest and how much your fingers are itching to reach out to him.
Most would be horrified to find out their flatmate has been infringing on their privacy like this, much less if such a close friend was the culprit. Not you though. Catching Choso red-handed in the middle of such a debauched action is exciting to you – arousing, even.
The man freezes at that, slowly turning his face towards you. An expression of genuine shock is what you’re met with, and the sleepy gaze he usually seems to sport is amiss.
Instead he looks startled, excited, but most of all, he looks terrified.
There’s a ruddy blush painted across Choso’s cheeks, as he starts stammering in a desperate need to explain himself. Deciding to get closer, you step into the bathroom, making the man panic as he shuffles backward, still on his knees.
“I- I swear, I can explain. I was just doing laundry a-and I wasn’t sure if - if these,” with that he shows you the panties that are still in his hand, before continuing, “- were fine to throw into the washing machine at the same setting as t-the other things.”
Your gaze moves to caress the contours of his handsome face, taking in this expression that he’s currently showing you and burning it into your memory. You have never seen the man look at you like this before.
Drifting lower, your eyes stop at the bulge that’s straining against his black sweatpants.
The outline of what seems to be a promising surprise is barely noticeable if you’re not looking at it closely – but you are looking. So intently, that Choso notices and his stammers die down, while one of his hands comes up to cover himself from your eyes.
“I’m – I am so sorry. I’ll look into getting a new place to live, I swear!” he promises, the desperation clear in his voice. Moving closer to where he is kneeling, you stop when you’re stand right in front of him and he flinches when he feels his back hit the cold wall.
He didn’t even notice that he was backing away from you when you started getting closer.
Dark eyes look up into your own and you think you see tears building in them. His free hand moves to grab a hold of your own, before stopping in mid-air.
With an unsure expression, he pulls it back again, his eyes still trained on your face, before he begs, his voice quieter and more subdued this time,
“Don’t hate me, please. Say something. Be angry with me, be disgusted. It doesn’t matter, just don’t hate me.”
Extending a hand towards his face, you delicately cup his cheek. Warmth is what your palm is met with and you give him an impish smile.
You would’ve never expected the man of your dreams to be so… tame, so ready to beg for you. What you also never would’ve expected is how much you’re liking the way he seems so desperate for you to stay by his side.
The way you’re looking at him, coupled with the touch of your skin against his own, causes Choso to flinch. He feels as if you’re about to devour him whole and the thought of it sends a tingling heat down his back.
Nonetheless, he stays still, scared that he’s misunderstanding and that you’ll flutter away like a delicate butterfly would, if he dares to move even an inch.
“You’ll look for another place to live at? Do you not want to live with me anymore?” you ask, your tone calm, yet so cold that Choso immediately shakes his head.
“N-no! That’s not it! I would never – ah!” a gasp interrupts his rambling before he gets too lost in it, your foot pressing against his clothed bulge being the reason for said interruption.
Languidly rubbing against it with your foot, that’s covered in a frilly white sock, your thumb strokes over his cheek softly, as you coo at him, “Right? You’d never do that, you’re my reliable friend after all. I just didn’t know you were such a filthy pervert on top of that as well.”
Any words of retaliation and denial die on his tongue as you rub against his hard cock through the material of his pants. Soft pants leave his lips as his eyes threaten to fall shut. With a firm tap against his cheek, he’s alert again, eyes snapping up to look at you.
“Now, now. Don’t look so blissed out just yet, baby. I have a few questions and you’ll have to answer me, when I ask them, no?” you ask and the man is quick to nod.
“So you were the reason my underwear kept disappearing? Why did you take it?”
It’s a rhetorical question. The current scene is all the confirmation you could need, but you want to hear it from your flatmate’s lips.
There’s a distant ringing in your ears and you feel as if you’re able hear the blood running through your veins. It’s hard to force yourself to act calm in this situation, but you manage to hold back, deciding to prolong your fun for a little while longer.
Choso takes a deep breath, and his eyebrows draw together beautifully in an expression that betrays the way he’s struggling to get the words out, as you continue to caress the hard length underneath your foot,
“You smell s-so good. Wanted to be closer. I knew it was wrong, but I- I needed something,” he confesses, his whole demeanor struck with intense guilt and disgust, that is directed at himself.
Your lips curl up into a wicked smile and you feel your cheeks heat up at his confession. It’s easy to tell that he thinks of it as something despicable, disgusting even, when it’s written so clearly across his face.
It isn’t disgusting. Not to you, at least. Learning that the man you’ve been infatuated with for the longest time, the man you have idolized for most of your life, has such a depraved side, which he hides from everyone else…
It’s exhilarating – Especially since you are the only one who gets to see this side of the man. No, even more than that, you are the one who caused these perverse desires to arise within him.
Your hand moves from his cheek, fingers tangling themselves in his messy hairdo. Busying yourself with freeing the black, silky strands from the way they are tied up, you playfully murmur,
“You’re pretty close to me right now, no? What did you do with my underwear? Smell it while thinking of me?”
Your fingers stroke through the dark strands of hair before you continue to speak, “Did you wrap my panties around your cock when you get hard, so you can dirty them when you finally get a sweet release?”
With that, you pull on his hair, that now freely spills over your fingers, tilting his head up to get a good look on his face, “What do you think about when you do it, Choso? Won’t you be a good boy and tell me?”
Shuddering at the pet name and at the way you pull at his hair, a needy whine spills from his lips. This only causes him to look even more embarrassed than he already does, the ruddy blush spreading down his neck towards his chest, which is mostly covered by his shirt.
You’re dying to take it off of him.
Biting his lower lip while you urge him on to answer your questions, he finally relents and shakily replies, “I-… Sometimes I imagine what it’d feel like to rub myself against you while you wear them and – hah –,” he stops for a second, gritting his teeth at the sensation of you applying more force to your foot on his hard cock.
Continuing, he stammers, his voice dripping with want already, “You smell so – fuck – so fucking good. I think about what you taste like too, always think about how wet you’d be for me, how good. Wanna spend my nights between your legs. I’ve wanted you for s-so long and I know it’s wrong, but –” yet again, you stop his senseless rambling.
This time, your free hand clamps down over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.
Your face is burning, there’s a distant ringing in your ears and you’re sure your exhilaration at the turn of events is showing on your face.
Not only did he end up liking you back, no – the man seems obsessed with the way he’s already so desperate and whiny for you.
His hardened length jumps in the confines of his pants every time you stroke over it, even though you’re applying ample force and it should hurt a bit by now. So it’s like that, huh? Interesting.
Insistently pressing your hand against the back of his head and pulling him closer, you invite him with a sickeningly sweet tone, “Then go on. There’s nothing wrong with this. I’ve always thought about you too, so go ahead – touch me.”
His head snaps up at that, his hands moving to hover above your hips. There’s a glint of doubt in his eyes and you giggle, removing your foot from his crotch and delighting in the whine that escapes his throat at the sudden lack of stimulation.
“Come on, I’m not tricking you, look,” you lift the hem of the dress you decided to wear today, happy about how easy it makes the current situation, showing him your panties underneath so he can see for himself how excited you are about all of this.
“Look how wet I am, all of this because of you… This is all your doing. Do you think I’d make such a mess out of my underwear if I hated you? For all I care, I’d fuck you in front of everyone in university, if that’s what you need to confirm this, but I don’t want other people to see how filthy you truly you are.”
His eyes widen at that and there’s an excited glimmer in them, which delights you. Pressing closer to him, you nod, reassuring him that this is indeed something you want.
That seems to be all he needs, as he immediately darts forward, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips before you feel him press his lips against your clothed lower lips.
His breath is hot against you, to the point where you can feel him breathe against you as if there’s no fabric separating the both of you.
Breathing in, he groans at the mix of your body wash and your arousal, “Fuck – you smell even better like this. Don’t want anyone else to get this close to you. No one else gets to see you like this, only me.”
The fingers on your hips twitch before you feel his tongue dart out and lick a flat, broad stripe over your clothed cunt. As if he’s making out with your lower lips, he tilts his head, pressing his lips against you and moving them rhythmically against you.
It’s intoxicating to him. The way your fingers grab at his hair, how your fingernails dig into his scalp and how wet you are.
The wet patch on your underwear is easily noticeable when he presses against you and he yearns to make a mess out of you, to stimulate you until the wetness runs down your thighs where he can lap it up.
Grabbing onto his hair with a tighter grip, you slowly start to rock your hips against his face, moaning at the way his nose nudges against your clit. This is good and he looks so hot – kneeling between your thighs, his head tilted, and his eyes closed in pleasure as his face flushes a pretty shade of red.
You’d think he’s the one being pleasured and not you.
“That’s it – ah! – good boy. Such a good boy f-for me,” you murmur, forcing yourself to look down at him, not wanting to miss out on the sight you’ve been dreaming of for so many years.
One of his hands moves to slide your panties out of the way and he stops for a second. Choosing to marvel at you for a moment, his other hand moves between your legs.
Long fingers dip between your lower lips, sliding through the wetness. He goes back and forth a few times, before bringing his fingers to his mouth and cleaning them. The way you taste on his tongue causes a whine to spill from his lips, as he mutters praise about how good you taste.
Unable to take your eyes off of the erotic display he’s showing you, a gasp leaves your lips at the way he seems to be thoroughly enjoying your taste and you lightly buck your hips, wanting his hands back on you.
A groan leaves his lips before he looks up at you again. The intensity of his gaze leaves you breathless and you almost feel disappointed when his eyes dart to focus on the place between your legs again.
Holding your panties out of the way with his thumb, he moves his free hand to hold onto your hips again before he pushes a finger into you. Wetness covers the digit and the feeling of your warm walls hugging it makes him wonder how you’d feel around his cock, when he –
No. He is getting ahead of himself. You would never let someone as filthy as him do that to you. He should be grateful that he gets to touch you like this, he shouldn’t hope for more.
Noticing that his thoughts are drifting off to God knows where, you gently tap his cheek again, giggling at the way his attention snaps right back to you. Cute.
“That feels good, but…it’s not enough. Come on, g-give me more,” the murmur leaves you, and Choso nods, before leaning in closer, before circling his tongue around your clit. Adding another finger, he moves them in and out of you, while his tongue traces shapes over your sensitive nub.
Your breath leaves you in form of a choked gasp as you slightly slump forward, bracing yourself against the wall, while your other hand grabs onto his hair.
Choso is noisy, as he buries his face against your dripping cunt, his fingers thrusting in and out of you while he curls them every time he pushes them inside of you.
Making sure to thoroughly please you, he wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks on it lightly, curling his tongue around it with a rhythm that matches the movements of your hips.
As your legs start to shake, you can tell you’re close. Praises start spilling from your lips, the words jumbled and unclear, but it seems they are enough for the man between your legs, who moans against your folds happily.
“Please, make a mess for me, pretty girl. Need to make you feel good, so good. Come for me,” he begs. The desperation in his voice, coupled with the way his fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you, and his hot breath against your swollen clit, send you over the edge.
Coming undone on his fingers with a moan of his name and your thighs shaking around his head, you brace yourself against the wall and your fingernails drag against his scalp deliciously, pulling a drawn-out groan from the man.
He keeps you on that high, pleasuring you until you struggle to continue standing up.
That’s when his hands come up to grab a firm hold of your waist and he gently lowers you down onto his lap. Leaning forward, until you’ve buried your face against his neck, you will your erratic breathing to slow down.
Your face feels hot and your legs feel sore already, as they’re still shaking lightly – whether it’s from your orgasm or the exertion, you don’t know, but you also don’t have the capacity to care right now.
Choso’s hands hover over your sides and he is unsure of how to proceed from here. His cheeks heat up at the way you’re shaking in his hold and nuzzling closer to him.
Deciding to indulge himself, he wraps his arms around you, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, while the other rubs slow circles against your lower back. The wetness that drips down onto his clothed leg startles him first before it causes a smile to spread across his face.
He didn’t think he’d ever get the chance to touch you like this, so even if this is a one-time thing and you come to regret this later, he’d cherish it as a precious memory. It was sickening, really. How obsessed he was while growing up by your side.
Moving away to study at university was supposed to help him with his obsession, but after spending lonely nights in his bed, plagued by thoughts of you while he had his hand wrapped around his length, he knew he’d never get over you.
As you stir in his hold, he flinches, looking down at you. His breath catches in his throat when your hands settle on his cheeks.
Languidly, you move forward to press your lips against his in a hungry kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth to get a taste of the man you’ve been chasing for so many years. Wanting to waste no time, you slide a hand down his torso, groping at his well-trained body.
Groaning into the kiss, he moves to pull you closer. Your hand travels beneath the elastic of his sweatpants, palming his length in his briefs before you realize that your palm is met with a wet and sticky feeling.
A grin pulls at your lips and you pull back from him, finding a sense of sick pleasure in the way he whines and leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss once more. Your free hand pushes against his chest to keep him away, so you can speak without him interrupting you,
“Did you just cum while eating me out, sweet thing? Without me having to touch you?”
Your tone is slightly mocking, amused, and it causes Choso’s ears to turn red in shame. Feeling the need to hide from your teasing smile, he turns his head away reluctantly and you laugh good-naturedly.
Using your hands, that are still resting on his cheeks, to turn his head, you give him a soft peck, before reassuring him,
“I think that’s cute. Don’t hide your handsome face from me, please.”
Those words don’t manage to completely wipe the disgruntled expression off his face, but at least he is looking at you now. His hands come up to rest on top of your own, squeezing them lightly.
Closing his eyes, he gently nuzzles his face into your hands, causing you to smile. It’s quiet for a while, comfortable to be sitting with him like this.
“I-I’m sorry for stealing your panties. I swear I won’t do it again,” Choso mumbles against the palm of your hand, before pressing a careful kiss against the skin. Opening his eyes to look at you, he waits for you to speak, squirming uncomfortably underneath your mirthful gaze.
“I don’t have a problem with that. Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you? The next time you feel the need to steal my underwear, just come to me instead. That’ll be more fun for the both of us,” you soothe his guilty conscience, rolling your hips against his to make him understand that you truly do want him.
Freezing at your words, he just looks at you as if you’re a ghost, his fingers grabbing a firm hold of the fabric of your dress before he manages to stammer, “S-say that again, please.”
Tilting your head to the side you repeat that he’s free to come to you, whenever he feels the need to, but he vehemently shakes his head, “No, no, no – before that. I - You - …. You love me?”
Pouting, you retaliate, “Am I the type to go around and do this with just any guy?”
At the shake of his head that comes rather quickly as an answer to your question, you grin, before moving to grab ahold of the hem of his shirt, carefully pulling it off of his strong frame.
“I’ll tell you that again if you fill me up properly. How about that? No more wasting that on my panties,” throwing his shirt behind you while you preposition this, you don’t expect him to carefully lift you up.
He wraps an arm around your frame, right underneath your butt, so he can properly lift you and push his pants and brief down to free his cock from their confines. Giggling, you sit down on his lap again once he’s done.
Grabbing the hem of your dress, you intend on taking it off, but Choso’s hands on top of your own stop you. Confused by this, you look at him and he shakes his head, before explaining, “It’s cute, keep it on. If you were to take that off and be naked, I – I think I’d die.”
His serious face while he delivers this kind of explanation ends up making you laugh and you have to hold onto his shoulders, so you don’t fall over from laughter. Pressing a soft kiss against his cheek, you lift yourself onto your knees, so you can take your panties off and put them to the side.
Choso’s hands immediately move to settle on your hips again, pulling you closer. Reaching down, you grab a hold of his hard cock and marvel at how it feels in your hand. He’s the perfect size and it’s flushed such a pretty color, that you’re tempted to press a kiss against the head of it.
Willing yourself to save that for another occasion, you position yourself over him, holding onto his shoulder with your other hand.
There’s a gentle squeeze on your hips and you look up, facing the man. Taking the chance, now that he’s got your attention, he asks, “Are you sure you want to do this with me? Should we move to the bedroom? This seems very – Ngh!”
Deciding to just do it yourself, you start to sink down onto his length, effectively cutting him off once again. The way he fills you to the brim, stretching you out to the point where it’s almost painful, empties your mind of any other thoughts.
Panting, you hold onto him tightly until your nails start to dig into his skin. Surely you’ll be leaving marks like this, but the thought of leaving remnants of your passion behind on his body, pleases you immensely.
Sensing your struggle to fully take him like this, he decides to help you by grabbing onto your hips firmly and slowly lowering you down onto his cock.
When your body is finally flush against his own, he struggles to keep his hips still. His fingers dig into your hips underneath your dress, itching to lift it, so he can see where the both of you are connected.
You realize him getting distracted and notice how he looks at the hem of your dress. Smiling, you lift the hem, showing him clearly how you’ve taken all of him,
“Look at how well you fill me up. See how well we fit together? You should’ve let me know earlier, that you felt this way about me.”
Leaning forward, you press your lips against his neck, while you slowly lift yourself up and down onto his length, while you mumble,
“Thought about you so much. Every time I touched myself I’d imagine it was you touching me instead. I thought about how good you’d feel on top of me, how well you’d fill me up – ngh, right there –”
Choso is panting hard, his eyes glued to the place between your legs, watching himself slip in and out of you with the movements of your hips. Entranced, as he has never been before, he slips one of his hands between your legs to rub your sensitive clit.
The choked sob that escapes your throat, causes his cock to twitch inside of you, as his hips jump up against you and a groan of his own falls from his lips.
Wrapping his arms around you, he starts to thrust up into you, frustrated with your slow pace. You gasp, grabbing onto his arms to ground yourself against the force of his hips meeting yours.
Whines, groans and the sounds of his body meeting yours in this repeated embrace of passionate ardor are the only sounds echoing inside the bathroom.
“S-so – fuck – so pretty. Such a pretty pussy, ‘s all mine. ‘m sorry I didn’t tend to you sooner – hah. Would’ve spent every evening with you like this, if I had known, pretty girl,” Choso rambles on, his hips pistoning up into you and you’re sure you’ll be feeling the stretch of him for days to come.
The feeling of your wetness running down your legs makes you feel lightheaded and with the way his fingers are rubbing circles over your clit as he thrusts into you over and over again, you’re soon coming undone for him.
Your walls tighten around him when you slump forward, no strength left in your arms to keep you upright. The pulsating heat around his girth and the realization that he just made you cum around his cock, sends him spiraling into his own climax.
Warmth fills you, as he finishes inside of you and you groan at the feeling, shifting your hips when he pushes it deeper into you by pulling you even closer.
The both of you stay like that for a while, just catching your breath and relaxing in each other’s arms. As you move to sit up once again, Choso tightens his hold on you, causing you to stay right where you are. There’s an awkward moment of silence until he lowly mumbles,
“I love you too. I’m sorry for being like… like this. I never want to do this with anyone else, you know? You feel even better than in my fantasies and I hope it – I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, because I really –”
Ah, he’s starting to ramble again. Lazily extending your arm, you grab a hold of the panties you took off earlier, sitting up to grab a hold of both sides of them, before gagging the man with them.
Wide eyes stare back at you, as his mouth stays open around the material, due to you pressing them into his mouth. Your hands lightly press into his face, as you slowly roll your hips against his, feeling how he’s slowly getting hard inside of you again.
“I haven’t had enough yet and neither did you, right? Then let’s stop talking for now. We’ll have enough time for that later,” you propose, although it sounds more like an order.
The man underneath you is stunned and you can see his cheeks turn that pretty red color once again, before he nods carefully, not bothering to free himself from the way you’re gagging him.
Choso didn’t think he’d end up like this with you, but he’s more than ready to submit to you and succumb to his filthiest desires right underneath your watchful gaze.
After all, the twisted glint in your eyes, as you look down at him, reminds him of the depraved way in which he used to always watch you when you weren’t aware of it.