Work Text:
You and Satoru weren't exactly on good terms. Never have been. He was cocky and had an ego bigger than that stupidly tall body of his, which you got to see almost naked more often than you would like. How fate had it you two ended up as roommates and have not killed each other yet was a mystery unsolved to mankind. And yet you always had to find that while you two were teasing each other constantly, you were also spending a suspicious amount of time together, always engaging in shenanigans that pulled at the strings holding your fragile relationship together. And while there was a lot of bickering, there was also a lot of... tension.
"At least I can stand the thought that not everyone needs my saving."
Satoru wasn't nearly as fazed by that statement as he should be, but again, you were not starting off strong. You were supposed to one up yourself as this went on. He, in return, did not take out the big guns quite yet.
"At least I can take care of myself."
You took care of yourself. Very well, at night, when you could not help but finally give in to the thoughts of Satoru's mean and clever fingers touching you. But you would never tell him. At least you thought so.
Things were always meant to escalate between you and Satoru though.
It started quite harmless. You decided to stay in tonight, instead of going out with your friends on a Friday night. Satoru just so happened to join you on the couch, feeling just as bored as you and after some time, you decided to play some games. How you ended up here was questionable enough on its own. It was some online trend Satoru had seen a while ago and you were stupid enough to indulge him. But this was fine. This was your chance to finally cut him some slack. He deserved it.
So while you very much thought of this as a stupid activity, you could not help but have fun. You'd win this and Satoru would go back to his room sulking, which sounded great. You wouldn't want to pass on this opportunity, so you put your head to work.
"At least I know how to cook pasta without burning the house down."
It was only once but the fire alarm was beeping. You did not know how Satoru would survive without you at this point. When you were not there, he was mostly living of toast with jam. How he maintained his physique was beyond you. Some people just got lucky, it seemed. Or in Satoru's case, very lucky. Not like you'd ever admit that out loud. But his muscles would well need a location of their own on Google maps. You hated to admit it but he was attractive. You more often than not imagined running your fingers through his undercut. In your dreams you saw these muscles manhandle you with ease and those blue eyes bore through you with an intensity that left you wet and hurting. Would he look at you mesmerized? Or would he still wear the same smug grin that stretched over his handsome face right now?
"You really wanna play that game, huh? Okay, I love it! I am going to win!" Satoru clapped his hands and tilted his head at an angle before leaning in closer. The proximity had You shaking on the inside, your fingers digging into a nearby cushion. Satoru's eyes seemed to glow, his voice laced with something dark.
"Because at least I have ambitions."
You snorted.
"Getting laid as much as possible is not an ambition."
Satoru leaned back against the couch, not fazed at all. His retort came not even a second later.
"But staying inside your room as much as possible to avoid the outer world is?"
You didn't have enough social energy to go out every night. Unlike other people you were not a pushover. Normal people like you didn't have room for more than three free time activities a week. If shopping even counted as a free time activity. You thought about the designer bags Satoru brought home weekly and it clicked.
"At least I'm not a material girl."
"At least I have nice things."
You wanted to stomp your foot. Why was it that Satoru could rile you up so easily at any given time? You started to believe he liked to see you angry.
"At least Nanami doesn't get a headache whenever I'm around."
Satoru rolled his eyes, his smile disappearing. You've stuck a nerve because between Nanami and Satoru, one of them definitely liked the other more. For Satoru, that was no fun. Nanami was the only one not enduring his shenanigans and therefore was labeled 'unfunny' and 'lame'.
"Nanami can go suck my dick."
A smile tugged on your lips. This was getting quite fun.
"You wish."
"Nah I don't. You know, at least I am not the one with Daddy issues."
You gasped. Nanami called you a good girl once and in a very innocent context as well, but ever since, Satoru would never let you hear the end of it. It wasn't your fault you had blushed like hell. You were stubborn but sometimes wore your heart on your sleeve more than was good for you.
"Well at least I could pull a sugar daddy."
Satoru grinned, mischief written all over his stupid handsome face. What a lie. Someone like Satoru, wealthy, beautiful, could pull anyone. If they so happen to look over his personality, that was.
"You've got me tho, I am basically rich."
You hated how he was right. He was paying more rent than you did, even though you had the nicer room and he bought most of the groceries as well. But it was only fair in your eyes, since he was loaded. He just shouldn't let it get to his head. You were both students and not everyone could have a seven figure trust fund. Before you two met, you lived off pasta and pesto religiously.
"You would be if you didn't spend all your money on stupid souvenirs."
That was possibly the one reason why you ended up as roommates anyway. While Satoru was stupidly rich, he also didn't know how to handle money at all. Without you, he'd be broke in a capsule hotel eating instant ramen every day. He was lucky to have you, honestly.
"At least I don't flash my roommate when I'm drunk on wine."
Okay, that might have been more than once. But going by how smug of a look Satoru gave you, he did not dislike it and he never protested in the past. When it happened you think you could remember him whispering a 'damn' underneath his breath. Wine just made you a little giddy and loose. It's not like Satoru was any better.
"At least I don't fall asleep when I as much as look at alcohol."
You knew that was a weak one when Satoru did not even take time to think before responding, bouncing energetically on the couch next to you.
"At least I'm the strongest guy you know! Remember when you bet I couldn't bench press you just to get embarrassed when I showed you?"
Oh yes. And how you did remember that. You've never gotten wet so fast in your life and you kicked him in the face as you scrambled to get off because you were afraid he'd see the wet patch in your panties from where he might or might not have been able to peek under your skirt. He might not have seen it because if he did, you were sure he would have been teasing you endlessly. For two roommates who claimed they weren't even friends (in Satoru's eyes you were besties but you'd rather die than admit that out loud), there sure was a lot of sexual tension. It definitely got to Satoru's head.
"At least I don't have a god complex."
At that, his eyes darkened and Satoru moved from his relaxed, laid-back position to put his elbows in his knees, leaning towards you. Like this, you could see his chest where his short sleeved shirt was unbuttoned. Your eyes darted back up rather quickly but Satoru definitely caught you, going by his smug grin. You subconsciously closed your legs, squeezing your thighs together underneath your suddenly very short appearing skirt.
"Oh you like to play dirty, huh? Alright."
He wet his lips with his tongue, an intruiging gesture.
"At least I can cum without choking myself," Satoru said, leaning forward and getting into your face with a cocky grin, his tongue poking out as he looked at you through these god forbidden thick white lashes. Heat pooled in your stomach. God. Where the fuck where you two going with this? This was definitely crossing the lines of your roommate slash friendship arrangement, right? Your conversations have never been that sexual in the past, minus the harmless flashing and-
"At least I would never spend an hour in the bathroom denying to be taking nudes noone but me gets the honor to see anyway."
And that. Nudes was a hard word for Satoru shirtless in his sweatpants, but it was enough to file for harassment because Satoru shoved them in your face and asked you to rate them every. fucking. time. He liked seeing you blush and scream at him it seemed.
"Aww, so you actually do want my nudes."
You hit his arm, hard.
"I do not."
You did. Actually. Blessed be the gray sweatpants with nothing underneath.
"Yeah, I guess I never asked. Okay. Hmm, let me think." Satoru tapped his finger against his chin before his face suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers, like he just had a brilliant idea.
"At least I wouldn't wear my roommate's hands as a necklace if given the chance."
Whoa. Okay, alright. This was crossing every last line. Were you delusional or was Satoru actually flirting with you right now? He had been before, but it had been playful. You never thought- he must have been joking. Maybe he was trying to be funny... maybe he was serious. You hoped he was serious and deep down, you knew. Satoru and you fucking seemed like an inevititability right now. And that's why you snapped.
"At least I would pretend I don't like that thought."
You subconsciously had leaned into his personal space, eyes focused on Satoru's blown pupils and his soft-looking lips. You could feel his breath hit your face. When have you gotten so close?
"Aw come on, you know I always had a loose tongue."
He wasn't even denying this. Shit. Things got out of control rather quickly, you could feel it slipping through your fingers. After a dry swallow, you spoke, trying to keep your racing heart in check, your voice traitorously unstable.
"At least I don't let it get to my head."
Satoru leaned in then, knee resting between your legs, lips barely brushing the shell of your ear as he leaned over you, slowly guiding you back against the armrest. You yielded, arching it in an inviting manner.
"At least I don't secretly get off to the thought of having it on me when I think my roommate is asleep."
Jesus. Hitting the nail right on the head. You did that. And he heard- no. He listened.
"At least I don't listen in to my roommate touching themself like a perv."
Your voice came out weak, Satoru's thigh pressing against your hot middle. You felt heat creep up your neck at your proximity, Satoru's face so close to yours right now, his thigh unyielding and hot, the fabric of his jeans rough against the drenched gusset of your panties.
"Your ears are turning red, you're lying."
Fuck. He caught you. And to make matters worse, he was actively grinding against you now, rubbing his knee into your groin and listening to your soft pants, never taking his mesmerising eyes off you. His voice was sugary sweet in your ear, breath tickling your hairline.
"But that's alright, because at least I could actually take it if we fucked."
Your eyes snapped open and you tried to push him away at once, realising the position you were in.
"Excuse me-"
"Oh, so now that was too much?"
Anger boiled up inside of you, as well as the need to prove yourself. You wouldn't back out. Especially not when you were so close to getting what you've wanted for weeks.
"Well, at least I wouldn't just always talk but actually do the things I say."
"Oh I can do that," he whispered into your ear, voice rough, gravelly. You shuddered at the first contact of his lips against your neck, right below your ear, nibbling and biting at the skin. He sucked and you arched your back, inviting him in, pressing against him. The knee between your legs kept pushing and your thighs clenched down around it, a soft moan spilling from your lips upon the friction. Satoru cursed underneath his breath, then pulled the lobe of your ear between his teeth, his hands possessively grabbing your waist.
"Let me show you."
"Satoru wha-"
"Shhht."
Did he just shush you? Before you could sort your thoughts, Satoru turned his head and claimed your lips, pushing your brain into chaos. Satoru kissed differently from how he talked. You would have thought he would be precise, confident. Instead he was desperate. Satoru kissed like he was drowning and you were the air to save him, greedy, wild, deep and unyielding. You melted into it and gave yourself up to him, letting him take and take and take, barely able to breathe yourself.
Dizziness overcame you. The men you went out with in the past were different. Adversive, careful, shy, leading or waiting. Satoru was an attack, a welcome assault, a bundle of pure yearning. If Satoru fucked like he kissed you, you were so done for.
His hands wandered from holding your face like something precious to roaming your body, feeling your curves and angles as he learned the line and shape of your body. When he reached your chest, one hand caressing your breast through the thin fabric of your top, you made a choked sound against his lips. Satoru bit your bottom lip and pulled back to look at your flushed face, his pupils blown.
"Fuck, your tits feel as good as they look."
His hand squeezed and his thumb found your nipple, slowly hardening underneath the attention you recieved. Satoru stared, open-mouthed, before pinching and attacking your now exposed neck as you let your head fall back. Fuck. Your hips moved all on their own, seeking out the friction his thigh provided. Satoru kissed your neck, sucked behind your ear and for a hot minute all you could do was moan, sweet pleasure licking at your spine. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
Satoru moved away from your neck and withdrew his knee. You wanted to complain, to pull him closer and force him to keep going, but then he lowered himself onto his stomach and flipped up your skirt. You squeaked at suddenly being exposed and reflexively tried to close your legs. Satoru shoved them back open without any effort, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he did so. His lips found the part of flesh on the inside of your thigh, where your leg met your hips. You shuddered underneath the temptation of raising your hips and leaning Satoru to where you wanted him most.
"I'm afraid I might ruin you," he slurred against your wet thigh, "god, I hope I do."
He looked up at you with a hunger you've never seen in a man's eyes before. His cheek rested against your inner thigh, his pointy nose nudging against your most sensitive parts. You twitched involuntarily, hips jerking back, but Satoru's hands held them steady in place, pinning them down with light force. Heat rose to your cheeks at the intense look he gave your core, pulsating underneath his watch. Just when you became antsy he pressed his nose into the covered mound of your pussy and inhaled, eyes rolling back.
"You'll be the death of me. Don't hold back."
You were about to ask what he meant when Satoru's mouth attached itself to your panty-covered cunt and he started to eat you out over your underwear. You tilted your head back with a breathless whisper. He was teasing you and you loved it. You loved the play, the push and pull, the dragging it out. It made release taste all the sweeter in your opinion and he seemed to share that opinion, learning the shape of you. When you could feel his teeth drag against your covered lips, your eyes darted down to meet his gaze.
"Look at me," he demanded, voice rough. You swallowed. You did not ague but you didn't disobey either. A grin appeared in his face.
"Good girl," he praised. Satoru hooked one slender finger into your underwear, pulling your panties to the side by the gusset and diving in without much warning. You tigtened your core. Satoru went straight to your dripping entrance, licking a stripe up your pussy and parting your lips for him. The first strokes of the flat of his tongue were freeing, ending the simmering hot phase of anticipation. It was just enough to be satisfying but just when you wanted to lean back with a satisfied sigh his grip on your hips tighetened and his tongue became brutally precise.
Within minutes he made you unravel. The tip of his tongue was merciless as it played your clit like a fiddle. Something broke in you when he straight up spat at your pussy and licked it back up, nose nestled in your pubic mound while his tongue never let off. Satoru fought a straight up war between your legs, pushing and proding while you laid splayed out under his mercy, ringing for air, gasping and moaning his name. He liked that.
You could see him grinding his hips into the cushions below him for relief and he doubled his efforts with every syllable dripping from your tongue until you broke apart underneath his efforts. Your thighs closed around his head, trapping him while your hips stuttered and your body began to shake with your release. Satoru kept licking and sucking until you closed your legs and pulled him back by his pearl white hair. What you saw took the last bit of your breath; his face, drenched in your wetness, his hair disheveled and his eyes crazy, sapphire blue and glazed-over. Despite your best effort to keep him still he leaned down to place a kiss on your oversensitive clit. Your hips twitched.
"Again," Satoru spoke with a greed unmatched, voice like gravel, "I want to watch you cum again. Soak me, baby."
His fingers slid inside of you, a long, deep drag that was deeply satisfying and bordering on too much. Oh just how many times you have fantasised about those long, delicate digits, wondering what they'd be capable of, what they'd feel like. Two of them now found your sweet spot and rubbed it with intention while his tongue went back to precisely circling your clit. You screamed.
It took him no longer than forty seconds to make you cum again and this time you did soak his face. He licked up every bit of your release like a greedy dog and if you weren't so sensitive and overstimulated you would have found it hot, the way he worshipped you. Right now you could only squirm as he kissed up your body, causing you to shudder.
You could still hear your heart beat in your ears when he kissed you, fully intending to make you taste yourself on his tongue. The display was oddly erotic, but more so was the way he held you like you could disappear any second. As if you didn't need him inside of you so bad it hurt. Intending to show him without words, you wrapped your legs around him and palmed at the clothes he was still wearing, moaning against his lips. Satoru groaned as you parted.
"You want me?"
Even when he was looking at you with want he was finding time to tease you. Normally, you'd tease him right back, but not this time. This time, you simply nodded and worked to undress him with less help than what would have made this truly efficient. When you finally had him naked on top of you, all pale skin and long limbs, you whined.
Satoru might be a lot of talk, but he had every right to brag; he was big. Why did even his cock have to be as otherworldly pretty as the rest of him? It wasn't fair and totally irritating, especially when Satoru wrapped his fingers around the shaft to give himself a few pumps.
"I need you," you breathed out, briefly thinking about how he'd forever hold this against you, but you came close to not caring as long as he'd finally give you what he want. Satoru simply chuckled and lined himself up, just to drag the head between your folds and grin cruelly.
"How badly?"
You'd squeezed your eyes shut. Now way you could grant him the satisfaction of begging for it. Not when he was out of breath himself. Hell, when Satoru leaned in to whisper into your ear he was panting.
"Tell me," he demanded. You raised your hips to cause friction where you were joined. "I think you should know."
Instead of giving in like you thought he would, he had the audacity to chuckle. You knew why when he tilted his pelvis and bumped the mushy head of his cock against your clit and you hissed, body set aflame anew.
"I will have you know that I have excellent self-control. If I hadn't, I'd have fucked you much sooner. If I have to, I'll hold out all night. Who knows, I might just go back to my room and have fun all on my own instead."
"No!"
Satoru hummed.
"No?"
You pressed your lips together. Just how desperate were you? Satoru was driving you insane. Paired with how pent up you were already, it didn't take much more for you to break. Satoru only needed to adjust himself so he could push in if only he'd move the quarter of an inch, tip kissing your entrance and you broke.
"Please," you said, "please, Satoru, fuck me."
Satoru did not speak but you felt him grin against your ear. Then he pushed inside. The universe shifted. Both of you gasped, eyes locking at the first feel of each other. Satoru was... a lot. Not just literally, but feeling him was bordering on overwhelming. How on earth was anything allowed to feel this good? You wondered why the two of you haven't done this sooner and going by the way Satoru cursed underneath his breath, he was asking himself the same question. His arms shook where they were braced next to your head, keeping him upright and when he pushed inside all the way that man moaned.
Blessed. That's what you were. There wasn't a single second after that you were not touching. Satoru was done drawing out the moment and started moving, testing out the waters with a roll of his hips before adjusting the angle and fucking you with deep thrusts. It was a good thing he stretched you out with his fingers beforehand, because in your shared desperation, there was no time to be gentle.
"Fuck, you're too good, you're killing me," Satoru grunted between thrusts. It stroke something in you, a primal part that made you dig your nails into his back and expose your neck with a moan, lungs burning from the effort it took to properly breathe when Satoru ran his mouth like this, praising you.
"Do you know how warm and soft you are? The way you're squeezing me..." Satoru accenturated his next thrust with a single word that set your entire world on fire, "divine."
You couldn't help but shudder at that, mouth dropping open into a shameful moan that quickly turned into a yelp as a pair of strong hands pulled you down to meet Satoru halfway. The rhythm was brutal, your body nothing but a puppet on strings pulled by Satoru and oh just how he did pull them. Each motion of his hips was catered to drive you insane. His cock filled you to the brim, the head brushing against that deliciously rigid spot inside of you and for the first time in forever you felt like sex wasn't a boring hassle but a fun workout. And you weren't even really doing anything but taking it. How could you be out of breath and flushed down to your chest from just this? You were so wet it would embarrass you if Satoru wasn't fucking you straight to next week, hands on your hips, fingers digging into the meat of your ass while he ran his mouth against your sensitive ear.
"Hear that?" He asked, making a few thrusts quick in short succession that echoed in the room, "So nice and wet for me. I could live inside of you."
He dropped his head into your chest then and you were kind of relieved you could escape the intense stare of his eyes for a moment because you were so close so quickly and if he kept this up you— you yelped as Satoru snaked his hand up your body, behind your arching back, trailing up your spine before it settled at the bottom of your neck, squeezing you neck. Your stomach twisted, a hot, liquid feeling spreading in your gut and running down into your thighs.
"You love this, right?" Satoru asked, thumb tracing your pulse, his rhythm slowing into something slower, deeper. You nodded. For a moment you wondered whether he wanted to drag it out, to just keep you like that; tight as a bowstring, ready to snap. Satoru's fingers applied light pressure and the response was immediate. You simply couldn't help yourself from tripping over the edge like that, eyes rolling back and body spasming as your orgasm took you so suddenly it was almost too intense. Almost. Because Satoru didn't still or slow, only squeezed harder for two more seconds before releasing you and stealing your breath in a kiss. You could barely keep up. Static filled your brain and your muscles grew heavy. It didn't stop Satoru from continuing on despite stuttering from feeling the last pulses of your high.
"You just got so tight, god."
You wanted to complain, beg for a break but then you'd just prove his point of you being unable to take it. With enhanced sensitivity from a first orgasm, everything felt like it happened in a frenzy — Satoru hooking his arms underneath your knees and all but pulling you into his lap, rocking into you with short thrusts. He looked as wrecked as you felt, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and eyes crazed. You did this, you told yourself. You weren't the only one losing yourself because Satoru, too, was nearing the edge.
"I'm close," Satoru muttered lips seeking out your collarbones, tongue tracing and teeth scraping. Maybe he had been right, you could barely keep up. When did his voice become this breathy? This desperate? He sounded close to actually crying when he begged I to your ear, "Can I cum inside? Please-"
You barely had time to nod and he was shuddering, bursting inside of you, pulsing and moaning and god. Still moving. It's like you just couldn't stop. You felt sore already but the glide of him inside of you was too addicting to tell him to stop. You were greedy and insatiable too, so you let him fuck his cum back into you like a wild animal lacking all finesse, the friction too good and sweet and overwhelming, all you could do was mutter his name.
Both of you lost your little game, you thought when Satoru strung together words that didn't make sense before switching to cursing underneath his breath, going "fuckfuckfuck" as he pushed your thighs even further towards you. You could have told him to stop and you were sure that he would but both of you liked being overstimulated it seemed, lingering in the friction of just too much and not enough to actually hurt. Satoru sounded like he was hurting, babbling into the crook of your neck, "I'm yours. I'm yours, yours, yours" and "one more, give me one more" like he was the one who needed it.
In a last attempt to set you both free you brought a hand between your bodies to finish the task but Satoru caught it and pinned it next to your head, shaking his head no.
"On my cock," he panted, "do it on my cock."
Fire spread in your belly, a neverending inferno of lust that had nowhere to go. Satoru dropped his head into your chest, moaning out a rattled breath. He released your wrist in favour of sliding his fingers between yours, clutching your hand like you were about to disappear. You just might. Your body felt stretched thin, about to dissolve. Another sharp can't of Satoru's hips and your eyes rolled back, body tensing down to your curling toes. You screamed.
You could barely hear Satoru moaning over the ringing in your ears as you came, back arching. Lights danced in front of your eyes with every wave of pleasure taking you higher to the point it almost hurt while you were all but milking Satoru's cock. A sob escaped Satoru when he filled you up a second time and he trembled like a leaf. He broke down on you and you couldn't even find it in you to care that he was heavy, not when he kissed every bit of skin he could reach while whining. It shouldn't be hot, but it was. Satoru losing control with you out of all people? Extremely hot.
The afterglow was nice, even though it was intense. You needed to shower. In an attempt to push Satoru off of you he only let himself get heavier. With a huff you hit his shoulder but he still didn't budge. Fine then. With a deep breath you clenched down on his softening dick and sure enough, that made him hiss and push himself up onto his forearms, frowning down at you.
"Rude," he complained. You frowned right back.
"You could have pulled out."
A sly smile spread on his face.
"You didn't want me to."
It was Satoru who begged, actually, you wanted to remind him, but the mere thought made your face heat up so you let it be. God, you could feel his spent running out of where he grew soft inside of you. With a groan you turned, finally able to shove him off of you so you could lie down while he still hoveed in your space, dripping all over your stomach. The couch for sure was ruined now. Great.
"At least I'm on the fucking pill."
Satoru cocked his head.
"I know. And at least I'm a decent guy and asked before coming inside."
Now that was starting again. Now that the two of you fucked, you thought you were beyond that. It seemed that wasn't the case. Who made someone orgasm just to keep arguing?
"At least I am a decent woman who doesn't outright ask for stuff like that. 'oh god please let me cum inside please please please'," you imitated, eyes narrowed. Okay, maybe you were enjoying this after all. No fault in admitting it. Thinking about it now, you could feel heat spreading in your stomach once again at the memory of him whining into your ear, fucking you deep—
"You, decent? At least I didn't wake the neighbours screaming my name."
Your eyes narrowed.
"At least I didn't cry when I came."
Satoru gasped.
"You bitch."
"I think I won our little game then?" you asked innocently. Satoru grinned at you mischievously. He dropped his hand between the two of you and dragged his pointer finger down your body, over your sternum, your stomach and further until you gasped and his lips split into a smug grin. He cocked his head and purred into your ear.
"I think I did."
In the end, you thought, it was a real probability that both of you won this time around. At least there was no decided loser yet. Time for a rematch...