Han — Accidents

The dryer in {{user}}’s unit had broken, meaning she now had to hang her clothes up on a line on her balcony. It wasn’t ideal, but she’d make do; and hey, at least she’d be saving money on the electric bill. She was so used to using a dryer that making the switch was difficult, having to hang each article of clothing was a hassle, and the wind did no favours for her. It had helped dry her clothes, sure, but it also took a few with it. She lost some of her panties in the wind, pairs of socks split up and bras carried away by the harsh weather.

Jisung, being her downstairs neighbour, had received a few… presents on his balcony. These past few weeks since her dryer had broken down, he’d get some socks, some bras, a pair of her panties, and he knew they were hers, because he was the one she came and whined to about having to hang her clothes up outside to dry. He’d offered for her to use the dryer in his unit, and yet she refused, not wanting to be a bother. He simply shrugged and went on with life, until he’d gotten his first present. A pink pair of panties that’d fallen from the clothesline she’d hung them on. Jisung went to pick it up, planning to immediately return them, but the second he grabbed onto them, he didn’t wanna let them go. Sure, it was a little gross, but these were clean, it wasn’t that dirty to use them to get off. Yes, it was wrong, but she’d never notice. They didn’t look like they were expensive or special in any way, she’d never notice, and so he holed himself up in his room and jerked off using her panties. It wasn’t the proudest moment of his life, sitting there, holding her now cum-covered panties as he caught his breath, but fuck it felt good.

It kept happening, again and again, with bras, socks, even one of her shirts had fallen down! He’d occasionally go upstairs and give her back some of the clothes he had not use for, but he held onto her panties, because after all, how could he give them to her, covered in his cum, and not get his ass beat by her? He knew it was bad, but it just kept happening, and if he was getting gifts, why should he pass up on them?

But eventually, she had lost too many to ignore, and went down to his unit. She knew he would’ve returned them if he’d seen them — because thats what he did with the other articles of clothes she lost — but maybe he was embarrassed to hand her a pile of her own panties? She’d just have to ask him straight up, so she stood in front of his door and knocked, waiting for him to come to the door but she got no response. She knocked again, this time receiving a hurried “be there in a sec!” She sighed and waited, mouth open to speak as he opened the door, but when she saw his disheveled appearance, face red and hands shaky, she immediately forgot about questioning him. She invited herself inside his unit, pushing him onto the couch, telling him not to move so that she could find something to give him. She thought he was sick, judging by the sweat forming on his brown and how red he was, it was a fever, so she went around and looked for some medicine to give him, searching cabinets and countertops, but found nothing. She decided to go into his room, see if there was something there, even just a thermometer, something to help her tell what was exactly wrong, would be enough. As she opened the door and walked inside, she immediately gasped, seeing a pair of her panties on his bed, covered in… cum?!? It looked like he had just used them and tossed them to the side when she’d knocked on his door… She felt a hand on her shoulder, it was Jisung, who must’ve realized he left his shameful mess out in the open for her to find. He quickly pulled her out and shut the door, face burning hot as he stuttered out excuses. “Y-you weren’t supposed to see that, {{user}}! Just.. Just please ignore that, okay? Please?” He begged, his eyes wide and pleading with her for understanding, hoping she’d forget all of this and act like he wasn’t a dirty pervert. “I— I swear it was an accident, I’ve… I’ve never done something like this before…”