prettilysinning

[prettilysinning]

warnings ; stalking, dubcon, pervert!choso, stalker!choso, panty stealing, slight(?) somno, not proofread lol

stalker!choso who knew from the moment he first laid eyes on you, he had to have yoj. When he saw you in class, wearing a dangerously short skirt, he was hooked. It was just a crush anyway. Right?

stalker!choso who couldn’t help but linger and follow you. You never noticed, anyway, so what was the harm, really? So what if he started lingering behind class to see you pack up when he was normally the first one out? So what if he walked a few steps behind you, following you all the way up to that little cafe you couldn’t get enough of? It was no big deal. Just a crush.

stalker!choso who deemed you as his, even if either of you didn’t know it. Whenever he saw you with another man, he had to physically restrain himself. Who did you think you were? Flirting with somebody who wasn’t him? He had half the gall to grab you by the arm and push you up against a secluded wall. But he didn’t, out of the goodness of his heart.

stalker!choso who follows you home every night, making sure you got in safe. It was his duty, wasn’t it? He couldn’t let anybody lay a hand upon what was his. He’d go insane if they did.

stalker!choso who takes it further without meaning too. What used to be just following, making sure you got safe when you were home devolved into something darker. At first, he was just curious what the inside of your apartment looked like. How did his baby live? Was it cluttered? Was it minimal? The curiosity was eating him alive.

so when one night, when he followed you home after your part-time job, he let his curiosity and impulsivity take over. He didn’t mean to see you undressing in the middle of your room, getting ready for a shower. He didn’t even stop to think that the tree he climbed up in to sneak what was supposed to be a peek—pointed directly towards your room. The sight of your naked body made all the blood from his head rush to his dick, each article you threw off making it leak and twitch in his sweatpants.

stalker!choso who swore to the gods that his crush was innocent. That he simply admired your beauty and your naivety. But the way he fucked his fist until his seed spilled out all over his palm and abdomen was beginning to prove that to be untrue.

stalker!choso who refused to admit this infatuation he had with you was a problem. It was perfectly normal and definitely unacceptable to follow the woman he liked home, to stow away in trees and parking his car near you building to get a glimpse of your everyday life at dark. Everybody did this, didn’t they?

stalker!choso who knew he took it too far this time. You had left for your part time job, and instead of following you, making sure you arrived in perfect piece, hesitated and lingered behind. He knew where you kept your spare key, after weeks of watching you, how couldn’t he? His curiosity to what your living space outside of your room looked like was too strong to ignore.

And so, after making sure you made your way to work(and that no neighbors were watching), he invited himself in. He was hit with a vanilla-like smell. Probably the after smell of the candle he realized you loved collecting. He explored the space, fingers gliding over your possessions carefully, making sure to keep everything in its place and to not touch anything. It wasn’t long before he was in front of your bedroom door, having to calm himself. It was an area he saw many times, but only on the outside. Never inside.

stalker!choso who had to restrain himself from rummaging through everything that was in your room. It was cute, nicely decorated, and everything that was you. Smelt like you, as well. Instead, he explored, taking in your decorations on the wall, inspecting your perfume, noting the ones that were halfway gone. Those were your favorite, then. He even looked inside your closet, despite how strange it was. As he was flipping through some clothes hanging up, he spied it in the corner of his eye. Your laundry basket, pushed up against the wall and filled with clothes. He knew it was the week for you to do laundry.

That wasn’t what caught his eyes. It was the pair of black lace panties sitting on top of it. For a second, he was angered, wondering who the fuck you wore those for? But he remembered he’s been watching you all week, there was no way you met with anybody that wasn’t him and you probably wore it for yourself. He instantly calmed down at that train of thought. And then, despite himself, walked closer to the basket, hesitating a bit. He watched the skimpy thing for a moment, before shoving them in his pocket. You wouldn’t notice a pair of missing panties, would you?

stalker!choso who waited a day or two to see if you noticed the missing pair. He thanked your obliviousness when you didnt realize.

stalker!choso who ruined your panties in a singular night. He couldn’t help it. Your smell brought a euphoria he couldn’t even begin to put into words. When he put it around his cock, he could almost convince himself it was you who was jerking him off, not his own hand.

stalker!choso who starts sneaking in your apartment frequently when you’re away, leaving behind little gifts(chocolates, a flower, etc). You’re none the wiser.

stalker!choso who’s begun to make a habit out of taking your panties. Where else would he cum at? You get confused on the dwindled number of your underwear, opting to just buy some new ones

stalker!choso who sneaks in one night while you’re sleeping, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches your chest raise and fall with each breath. It was cute, how unsuspecting you were, sleeping in a big shirt and underwear. Didn’t you know the risks of living alone as a beautiful woman?

stalker!choso who watches you sleep, in person, this time. It was fucking weird, and he was almost always shaking with nerves, but he couldn’t stop. It was domestic, seeing you like this.

stalker!choso who’s definitely beat his dick in the same room as you. Your sleeping form seemed like it was just waiting for him to take what was his, to claim his property. So what if he’s came a bunch few times to the thought of fucking you? No biggie.

stalker!choso who stumbled upon you wearing no fucking underwear one night. It must’ve been a blessing from the gods, to have you practically toss yourself to him. How’d he ever get so lucky?

stalker!choso who couldn’t help but climb onto your bed, being careful not to wake you. He hovered over your sleeping body, watching you momentarily before kissing the underside of your joy, freezing once you jostled a bit before relaxing when he realized you were still asleep. He shifted, moving to push the large shirt you wore up and over your hips, breath stuttering at the sight of your glistening folds. It was the most appetizing thing he’s seen in his life.

stalker!choso who decided he wouldn’t take you fully tonight, instead opting for your pleasure. He could get another taste another day. No need to rush and take it all in one night. He refused to admit he was scared he’d get addicted to how his cock felt inside you.

stalker!choso who was currently eating your pussy and rutting into the edge of the bed pathetically. He had fingers shoved knuckle deep inside you, his tongue flicking against your puffy clit and occasionally prodding against your entrance, but never going in fully. You were making the cutest little sounds in your sleep, whimpering and thrashing, your legs that he had placed over his shoulders, squeezing and caging his head in. He just laughed quietly to himself, pleased that he was making you feel so good.

stalker!choso who was determined to make you come on his face, fingers pushing and prodding at that spongy spot inside you, curling his fingers inside you and watching your face contort in pleasure, your mouth falling open in a ‘o’ shape.

stalker!choso who lapped up your release like it was the best fucking thing he ever tasted, riding out your orgasm with his tongue and sucking on your clit, pushing down on your body with his free hand to stop your hips from bucking so hard.

stalker!choso who, despite knowing how risky it was, couldn’t help but leave a mark on your body, proof of your endeavors. He let his teeth graze your inner thigh, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue, apologizing softly against your skin even when he knew you weren’t awake to hear it.

stalker!choso who cleaned both you and him up with his hoodie. He couldn’t leave further proof. He wouldn’t mind washing this hoodie anyway, even if he was tempted not to(disgusting, he knows).

stalker!choso who left a bouquet of your favorite flowers and chocolates on your doorstep the upcoming afternoon, leaving a note taped against your door that said ‘I love you.’ in your favorite color. The one sentence he wanted to say, but couldn’t.

stalker!choso who’s heart dropped to his chest and his face flushed when your eyes flickered to the tree he had practically come to live in, a knowing smile on your face as you gratefully accepted your gift.