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Never in a million years did Choso think he would find himself in this position - hunched over in your bathroom, fist wrapped around his cock.
And that’s not all.
He had seen something peeking out from beneath the lid of your laundry hamper, something pink and lacy. The sight of it made his heart race. He reached for it, hand shaking, unable to believe what he was about to do. He made sure that the door was locked behind him before he pulled it out. It was a pair of your panties, a thong, to be more precise, sheer, with flowers embroidered on them. He had brought them up to his nose and taken a deep whiff.
The scent made him dizzy, and he could feel himself stiffen in his pants immediately.
Fuck , this was bad.
Now, he’s braced against the wall, one hand on the cool tiles, the other, rubbing your panty up and down his cock. He’s only been in the bathroom for a couple minutes, and his arousal has pushed away any guilt that had cropped up in his mind. All he can think about is you . He knows you’re out there in the kitchen, finishing up dinner, flitting around like a beautiful butterfly. He knows that you probably only see him as a friend right now, and that what he’s doing is wrong on so many levels, but he can’t help it.
He doesn’t exactly know how to tell you how you make him feel.
The more time you spend together, the more his attraction grows, the more he wants you,and not just physically, he wants all of you. He wants to run his fingers through your hair, and fall asleep with you on the phone. He wants to take you on dates, and buy you ice cream. He wants to be the reason why you smile, that beautiful smile, fuck .
He’s close.
His breathing is becoming more unsteady with each stroke. He wants to come all over your panties, the same panties that had been resting against your pussy. His cock twitches. Yes, you had worn these panties all day, your sweet juices were all over them, he could smell it, smell you . He can feel his cheeks warm up as he begins to stroke faster and faster. He wants to come so bad, no, he needs to. He lets out a soft little moan, hoping that the music you’re playing will muffle the sound. He can feel that familiar heat curling in the pit of his stomach as release builds. His cock twitches again and he closes his eyes as he comes. It spills out of him, hot and wet, all over your pretty little panties.
“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath. He looks down at the mess, his come, on his hand. The material of the panties are so thin, it doesn’t soak up much of his release. He gives it a couple more strokes, enjoying the feeling of the delicate lace against his cock. Carefully, he makes his way over to the sink and drops the panty in the bowl. He stares at it for a moment, and then the guilt hits him. What was he thinking?
A gentle knock on the door startles him. “Cho? Dinner is ready. Everything okay?”
He can feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment knowing that you were on the other side of the door. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” he says. He listens for your footsteps as you walk away and he lets out a breath. “Fucking hell, Choso, what the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks his reflection. He quickly begins to clean up, putting the panty to the side before washing his hands and making sure he didn’t leave any evidence of his terrible lapse in judgment in your bathroom. He glances at the panty, still damp, and he lets out a deep sigh. Should he just put it back where he found it? He could stuff it deeper into the hamper. You wouldn’t notice, right? He picks it up and walks back over to the little wicker basket where you kept your dirty clothes and he lifts the lid. He tosses it on top of the rest of your clothes and he stares at it for a moment. This was seriously fucked up.
Seriously.
He chews on his bottom lip for a moment, thinking. This is wrong. Everything about it is wrong.
And yet...
A tiny smile worms its way onto his lips.
Quietly, he picks up the panty and stuffs it into his pocket. He washes his hands, all while staring at his reflection in the mirror. His stomach rumbles as he turns off the water.
He’s terribly hungry.