I don’t really know if this flair is accurate, but it is what it is. I used to live in a co-op while I was in college that housed both men and women.

For context: it was a pretty big house, our full capacity held 35 people. It was a pretty great situation; although the house itself had a lot of issues, it was really easy to make new friends and the rooms were pretty cheap compared to living in a dorm or renting an apartment even with a roommate. The rooms were really small and cramped so there wasn’t much room for anything outside of the bed and the desk that was provided. I used to be really into anime, and would go to conventions a fair bit. I’d always liked to buy figurines, and although our house discouraged us from bringing valuable items in case of theft, I brought them with me when I moved in and had them set up on my desk. They weren’t the sexy ones, before anyone asks. Or at least, not intentionally sexy.

So I used to have this housemate who was a year older than I was, and we were pretty close friends in the house. Over a few months, he and I got closer and we ended up hooking up fairly regularly. Because we were friends before that, I trusted him and didn’t have a problem with him being in my room. Occasionally I’d ask him to water a plant if I was out of town, or ask him if he’d grab a sweater from my room - things like that.

One day I was cleaning up, and while I was wiping off my desk I noticed that my figurines were randomly looking super gross. They weren’t something I paid that much attention to all the time, so I wasn’t sure if maybe I’d spilled something on them, or if there was maybe mold in the room - I had no idea what it was since it didn’t seem like it was anywhere else. So I just cleaned them off and made a mental note to just be more careful around them if I was drinking something while studying. But I noticed it a couple more times, and I found myself cleaning them over and over again. I just couldn’t figure it out.

One night my housemate and I had hooked up, and he ended staying the night in my room. In the morning I had stepped out to take a shower, but when I came back I opened to door to find him jerking off over my figurines while holding a pair of my panties over his nose. He didn’t hear me come in right away, and I was honestly too shocked to say anything at first. When I finally said something, he jumped and turned towards me. He moved his hands to cover himself with my panties, but I guess it was too late because he ended up cumming all over them. I confronted him about it, and he admitted to jerking off on my figurines, and that he had been doing so for weeks before I noticed the first time. I ended up kicking him out of my room, and it never happened again. In hindsight it feels like maybe it was kind of obvious, but at the time I was pretty young and innocent and it hadn’t even occurred to me that I was cleaning dried cum off of my figurines.