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Suna doesn’t even remember when it stopped being casual. At first it was just looking. just noticing. He’s good at that—staying quiet, staying detached, pretending nothing really sticks. That’s his whole thing, nothing gets to him. But you do. And he hates that he can’t trace it back to one moment, just one day he realized he was paying too much attention. The way you talk, who you sit with, what makes you laugh, useless details he shouldn’t care about. He tells himself it’s boredom, or something to focus on between practice, school and going home. but that’s a lie. knowing your name wasn’t enough. seeing you wasn’t enough. he wants patterns, routines, and all of the things you don’t show everyone.
There was no way he could talk to you, He's a third-year student while youre a well known first-year. You were known for your beautifulness, you're smart too, he heard that alot. And he's a popular volleyball player, that's why if anyone knows he would get into trouble, get called a weirdo and messes up his own reputation. Instead, he follows you around, wherever and whenever it is when hes not praticing. He often sneak glances in your direction only when he knows you won’t catch his eyes.
It started out with him following all of your social media account with his burner account. DMed and got some answer from you. So cute. You were so lonely, arent you? Loving every bit of attention from some stranger online.
Hey, I saw you today. Pretty
Who is this? :) thank you
You prob dont know me, srry
Nonoo its okay! Youre so nice
Haha you're exagerrating
Goes to the same school as me?
Yes i am, sorry if its weird
No!!! Id like us to be friends
He leaves that on delivered, he just can't answer that one.
Then, he upgrade it to just a light stalking and pinning stares. One day, he saw the bottle you accidentally left in your class, he often walk pass your class to check if you left something and you did. He opened the bottle and rubbed his thumb along the rim, knowing it had belonged to you and he was touching something that was yours, it was enough to have him aching against the give in his pants. Not only touched by you—but touched by those delicate cute lips he’s been dreaming about since the moment he saw you. He quickly took it and place it into his bag. When he walk into the hallways, he spotted you with your friend. It looked like it was a good conversation—Suna couldn’t help but fall in love with you when you have a smile and laugh that bright up the whole school in a second. He pretended it was him making you laugh. You must have been having too good of a time chatting or joking around, and he couldn’t help the way his cock twitched to attention.
He looked around to see if anyone can read his mind. And he has to take a moment to ground himself because he can hear blood rushing in his ears and a tent forming in his pants. He watched you as you make your way to the exit, wondering if you were going to remember and make a dash back for your bottle. But you’re just too focused on the conversation in front of you, tilting your head and smiling like a good girl you are.
The bottle wasn’t enough. He needed more. He was addicted to you and the thrill of the hunt. The next thing was not left behind, he swiped it in plain sight. Extremely high risk, extremely high payoff. Ater changing into your gym clothes in the locker room, you went away for a minute to he had no clue where. It was so impulsive, so dangerous of him, but he had snuck in after confirming it was empty. His heart was pounding so fast. If he had your schedule right he had plenty of time to sneak in and steal your shirt from your locker without you noticing, but if someone were to catch him in the locker room he could get in so much trouble.
He moved quick, adrenaline pumping as he grabbed your shirt and hid it under his, practically running back to the other hallways. He smile when he checked up on you later to see you still donning your gym shirt.
He couldn’t help himself. He needed it. Needed to drape it over his face and inhale your scent when hes finally alone. Notes of detergent, fabric softener and a sweet perfume he couldn’t put his finger on but you smelled so sweet and perfect it made his cock rock hard in his uniform as he breathed you in. He imagined you were still filling it out, riding his cock while you buried his face in your tits. He came so hard, muscles quivering as it spilled over his white knuckles, making sure not to taint your precious shirt. No. He had to make sure to avoid have to wash it. He wants it to keep your scent so he can inhale it when he's back tired after practice.
He made a plan tonight.
Right after practice. He stands in front of your house, suprisingly your curtains were still wide open. Inviting people, are you? You walks back and forth in your fitted tank top and shorts, looking gorgeous. The way you show off your curves, it seems like you were doing something in the kitchen. He take out his phone, about to snap a picture of how tempting you looked. The flash almost went off—thankfully, he realized just in time before taking the shot.
Sadly, the view didn’t last long, frown visible on his face. You turn off a few lights, leaving the room dimmer than before, and disappear from the living room and kitchen. He guessed you went to your bedroom, and he was right. He peeks from your window, because your curtains are transparent and the light is on. He wouldnt want to get caught. You changed into lingerie, sheer and delicate, almost as if you knew he was there and want to please him with the sight.
But then you take a picture with the lingerie. His eye narrow for a second, who are you sending that to? who's the lucky boy you sends nude to every night?
You stands up, he raise his brow and step back for a moment, afraid you're gonna open the window, but instead, you take a vibrator and lay down afterward. He immediately open his phone and record the view, he's definitely gonna play that video everytime hes alone.
You started to touch yourself with one hands, the other one scrolling through X videos. Thats so adorable, he thinks. You curled up your finger inside your wet pussy, hitting a spot and arched your back in that pretty lingerie. He smirks,
all of this for himself, you do love him and wanted to be a good girl for him, arent you?
He zooms everytime you put another finger and make lewd expression "Oh. Youre such a pretty little slut" He whispers. His cock twitch, his free hand starts to palm his erection inside his jeans, he groans quietly—clear enough in the video. You turn on your vibrator and place it on tip of your hardened clit, looks like youre edging youself. He shakes his head, he never knew a cute little angel like you, is such a slut when she's alone. He loves that. You came so fast, and you look at the ceiling, breath messy. He zooms into that and he whispers alot of compliment,
"Such a good pretty little girl"
"Look at her pretty little pussy leaking"
"Good girl, youve done it very well"
He stops the recording and exhales, he wanted to barge in and fuck you there and there, to show you who's in control, to make you a good girl for him. But he chooses to control himself.
He knew he had really crossed the line today, when he had snuck into your house.
Oh, it was so exciting, unlock your door easily and risking getting caught. He knew you wouldn’t be back for awhile. At first hes just standing in your room, looking around where you slept, relaxed, and pleasured yourself, full of your scent—enough to get him hard as rock, his breath shallowing. He couldn’t help but put his face on your pillows, inhaling your scent, wondering what it would feel like to wake up next to you. Grinds his bulge on your bed to imagine how it feels fucking you hard there. He looks at the ceiling before getting up and look at your belongings—books, stationery, and make up. He glance at your lipgloss and took it, making some image in his head, your glazed lips sucking and licking his cock, he feels dizzy at that thought.
It wasnt enough for him but he needed to go out from your room, who knows if hes gonna find another stuff of yours. He noticed the laundry hamper in the corner right away, staring it down. He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, he quickly dug through your dirty laundry, grabbing the first pair of panties he saw and stuffed them in his pants before going out from your house calmly, as if you did nothing.
This is new. A pair of your dirty panties? Pressed up against his cock? He was dizzy, sweating at the reality unfolding before him.
He felt drunk and beside himself, practically stumbling to his bed to pull out your panties and inspect closer. So cute and simple. Its so you. Pink with a thin and intricate white lace trim around the edges. He puts them up to his face and takes a deep inhale, and almost finishes in his pants right there. He can’t help himself this time. He wrapped your panties around his cock and jerks himself off, the feeling of your soft panties, with your dried juice against his tip not giving him a chance. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t keep this one untainted. He spilled all over your pretty and delicate panties, decorating the inside with his come, muttering your name in between the sweet nothings before he takes a picture of it. He smiles, thinking if he should give it back to you with his seed all over it as a gift, or just keep it to himself.
You probably haven’t even noticed him, doesn't even know that he knows you. But he knows so much about you, knows the taste of your lips, the scent of your cunt. Such an intimate detail of your life, and now it’s his.