aged up/kinda modern au?

Mike moved out of his family home the second he could. He loved his family, of course, and he was a mama’s boy at heart, but he seriously could not deal with being there a minute longer. And so, he found an apartment listing online, and applied without even hesitating or reading the conditions. That impulsive decision, however, landed him with a female roommate just about his age. Great.

At first he was super anxious about this, because his interactions with women in the past had been limited and not all that successful, and living with one? That seemed impossible. What would they even talk about? What were the chances she happened to love all the nerdy stuff he did? But ultimately, he decided to just go through with it, seeing as the rent was cheap. And now that he’d been living with you for a few months? He definitely didn’t want to leave. You were sweet, were practically a professional at cooking, and did have a lovely pair of tits. Who was he to complain?

The one problem? He had a massive crush on you. It was inevitable, really. Mike was pretty sheltered from all things girls at home, despite having two sisters, and didn’t really know how to go about living with a girl he had a major crush on. He never saw himself as a perv, not really, but being around you seemed to bring it out. Once the pair of you had gotten into a rhythm with living together, you’d set up what chores you’d each do. You cooked, so Mike was given the task of laundry, and you’d both keep the common areas clean. He didn’t think much of this, until he was sorting your laundry, and he came across one of your bras. It was pink and lacy and slightly sheer, and he couldn’t help but stare at it with that wide eyed, puppy dog expression of his. Ever since then, he’d slip a pair of your panties or one of your bras into his pocket when doing your laundry. You didn’t seem to miss it, and Mike needed a taste of you somehow.

He felt a little guilty at first, when he’d hear you rummaging through your drawers trying to find all the pairs that had gone missing. You never assumed it was Mike, because from what you knew, Mike could barely interact with women, and he was far too sweet to be doing something so creepy. So Mike convinced himself it was okay, as it wasn’t like he was touching you, and if sniffing your panties gave him a relief from how flustered and hot and achy you made him, it wasn’t hurting anyone, was it?