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Lately, your hormones do not want to leave you alone. You’re a bit too horny, a bit too often.
So you take it out, that vibrator you bought and never used because of some deeply ingrained sense of guilt.
And you discover you like it, you like the feeling of being filled up after a long time and you like playing with your clit while the toy is inside you.
You like it so much your eyes flutter shut and quiet moans come out of your strawberry lips, echoing in your room.
As you’re about to cum, Tendō’s devilish yet sweet face flashes in the darkness of your closed eyes and surprise, guilt, and lust blend together and hit you as strongly as one of his blocks.
You climax, all pants and moans, your brows furrowed and your legs shaking.
While thinking of Satori. His energetic eyes, his cute mouth, his slender figure, his piercings─you can’t count the times your eyes have fallen on the one that peeks out of his tongue.
You realise in a flash that you’re attracted to him more than you thought.
Shit.
After coming down from your high and finding your bearings again, you come out of your room to freshen up yourself and your little mischief buddy, but you run into something instead.
Or someone, to be precise.
“Oh!” Tendō exclaims in surprise as you bump into him, his brows raised high.
“Satori?” Your face is a painting of horror. What the hell is he doing here? And why is he in front of your door?
“I…” The redhead scratches his nape, his right foot tapping lightly on the floor. “I was checking if you were home…”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” you almost scream. Your body is frozen and your heart is beating loudly in your throat.
“Yeah, but it ended up early ‘cause the teacher─what is that?” Tendō’s eyes fall on the vibrant pink object you have in hand and you jump on the spot, widening your eyes in panic.
“Nothing! You saw NOTHING!” You run to the small bathroom of your shared apartment and throw the dildo in the sink, your breathing quick and irregular. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!”
When you finally come out of the bathroom several minutes later, your face is still red and upset.
You run to your room to hide the cause of this unbearable situation and then throw yourself on the bed with a big sigh. Why did this have to happen?
A couple of hours later, you decide it’s time to stop lurking in the shadows and reluctantly crawl out of your room.
You reach the kitchen with slow, hesitant steps, and you almost come to a stop when you hear the clinking of cutlery.
Satori is there.
You expected that. He’s probably preparing dinner for the both of you, as he often does when he has free time. He’s such a sweetheart.
You peep at him and notice that he has changed his clothes─he probably showered, too─and is now wearing a sleeveless shirt with dropped armholes and shorts, both black.
You silently enter the kitchen, your steps concealed by the chop chop chop of Tendō’s cooking, and lean on the other end of the L-shaped counter.
“Hey,” you murmur.
Tendō quickly turns toward you and embarrassment seeps through his expression, his eyes darting in every direction before setting on yours with difficulty. “Hey.”
You need to sort this out. Quickly. “I’m sorry for screaming before. I was… startled… and… ashamed.”
“It’s okay! I mean, you didn’t do anything wrong, and it’s normal to have certain... possessions and…” Satori is panicking as you did earlier, trying to find the right words, but finding only fluster instead. He rotates so that he can face the counter again and you notice that he was preparing some vegetables before you arrived. “I’m the one who should be ashamed,” he adds.
“Hmm?” You’re unsure you heard right. What is he talking about?
“I…” he takes the knife in hand but quickly places it back on the chopping board. “At first I came to your room to say hi, but then I heard your voice and…” He stops talking but doesn’t turn, so your gaze sets on his scrunched shoulders.
Then the realisation hits.
He heard you.
He heard you moan.
Thank God you didn’t call for his name or there would be no way back from all this.
“I should have immediately gone to my room… but I didn’t.”
As you try to process his words, a rush of heat runs through your body and you swallow, every single receptor of yours focused on the man in front of you.
Tendō finally turns back toward you, his face that of a puppy who just ate one of his owner’s shoes. “I wanted to hear more.” Then he turns once again and gives a weak punch to the counter. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.”
Does this mean he likes you too? Him? The slimmest man you've ever seen, with his fit body and cute face? With his cool, eccentric personality?
You feel like you want to make a move, but your insecurity is beating your courage right, left and centre, so you end up remaining silent.
With a groan, Satori finally leaves the vegetables alone and takes some steps in your direction. “I’m sorry. I’m gross. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
He's about to drop to his knees, his face broken and his eyes lowered, but you stop him in his movements and cup his cheek gently. “Satori. You’re not gross. And you don’t need to be sorry, okay?”
Tendō looks at you in relief, peering at you closely, leaning into your hand a little.
He’s adorable. How could he ever think he’s gross?
He peers up at you, his cheek still placidly resting on your palm. “Y/n? Why are you so red?”
You wince and withdraw your hand, trying to look for a place to escape but finding yourself caged between the counter and the man who’s making you blush so much.
Satori studies your face, your expressions, and something lights up in his ruby eyes. “You… don’t mind?” he asks.
Your breathing accelerates and your eyes dart from his face to his chest, back and forth, restless.
Tendō leans forward, placing his hands on the counter and caging you in for good. “Could I… maybe… be the one who makes your voice come out like that next time?”
What did he just ask you? Does he mean what you think he means?
You open your mouth to reply, but only shapeless air comes out.
The signs you give, though, are clear. Your pupils are dilated, your body tensed up, and your breathing is fast.
You want him.
And now he knows.
Tendō leans closer, his red eyes set on you before his eyelids slowly fall, and he’s beautiful. He’s just like you imagined him and you wish you could engrave this scene in your head for the years to come.
But your eyes close. Your eyes must close now because that’s what happens when the man you like is about to kiss you.
His lips are soft on yours, tentative. He smells like chocolate.
When you reciprocate the kiss, Satori hums happily and you smile against his lips.
As your hands wander up his chest and bury in his flaming red hair, his own hands leave the counter and go resting on your sides.
Your breath gets caught in your throat. You’re worried that he won’t like what he touches, but you couldn’t be more wrong.
“Mmh,” Tendō murmurs against your lips, pressing his pads lightly on your love handles, “soft.”
And with that single comment, you feel alright. You press yourself on him, your breasts brushing against his chest, and he hums cheerfully again.
The way your lips meet grows rushed, hungry, the wetness of your kisses a harbinger of what’s coming next.
But then he suddenly stops and glances at you.
“I have a piercing here,” he shows you his tongue piercing.
“I know.”
“It might feel weird.”
“It’s ok.” Your smile is the most reassuring thing Tendō ever saw in his life. Jubilant electricity is running through his body, from his feet to the very tip of his pointy hair.
This time, when you kiss, he’s quick to open his mouth a little more, swiping his tongue on your upper lip and inviting you to do the same. The moment your tongues finally meet, you’re greeted by the little metallic sphere and you smile at the feeling.
Satori’s hands start wandering around your body, delicately, hesitantly. His fingers brush your skin through the clothes and you melt into his touch, lowering your own hands to gently cup his cheeks.
When the tips of your fingers play with his ear, Tendō chuckles quietly, but it soon turns into what sounds a lot like a moan. In an instinctual movement, he presses his crotch against you, and you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing on your lower abdomen.
How can he be so hot? His voice, his body firm against yours, his lips.
You press back, hugging him close, and he pulls you closer by the small of your back with one hand, while the other reaches for your ass, his grip soft but firm.
“Would you─” Tendō asks you between a kiss and a small bite on your lower lip─“like to come to my room?”
The question alone sends a warm wave spreading from your core. “Sure.”
Satori pulls away reluctantly and goggles at you. You feel so vulnerable while his eyes scan you from head to toe, his desire crystalline in his ruby eyes and in the way his throat clenches.
He grabs your hand slowly, intertwining his fingers with yours, and leads you to his room.
It's a cosy room, filled to the brim with volleyball and anime posters and a number of comics that would make a small store jealous.
His bed is neatly made─he makes it every morning before leaving for his classes─and his bedsheets have a flying nimbus pattern all over.
“Dragonball?” You chuckle softly at the view.
“Maybe we should have gone to your room,” Tendō replies, abashed.
“No! I find it very cute,” you stop him in his tracks. “Can I… can I sit there?”
It took you all the courage you had to ask that, but you felt that Satori needed some help getting out of the awkward zone. You’re relieved when you see an enthusiastic smile on his face. “Of course. Please.” He sits on the bed first and pats the area next to him.
The word ‘cute’ bounces around your head like in a pinball game.
The two of you look at each other, your pupils wide and your lips expecting. When Tendō leans in, his eyes open and attentive, you don’t hesitate. You hook your arms around his neck and pull him close, kissing him tenderly.
It’s not long before the hesitation leaves space to your pent-up lust, a river whose droplets have collected aplenty in the last months.
Tendō moves your hair away from your face to kiss you better, his head tilted to the left and his eyes closed, and soon he presses his body against yours, pushing you on the bed. It’s worn out and you sink in it a little.
He goes lying next to you, one of his knees touching yours while his hand starts roaming around your body.
You love the way his big hand fondles your breast, the way his mouth caresses yours, the way you can feel his piercing every time your tongues meet.
You massage his hip while revelling in every kiss.
Tendō is growing impatient and his kisses become little bites scattered all along your jaw, neck and collarbone. His hand reaches for your pants and slides under, reaching for your sweet spot with only your panties as a barrier.
With a happy sigh, you follow his example, passing between the elastic band of his shorts and his boxers to cup his length. Tendō’s sigh matches yours.
The room is soon filled with little whimpers and heavy breathing, and it’s not long before you both reach for the blissful warmth of each other’s bare skin.
At first, he focuses on your clit, making you moan in his mouth while your chest heaves deeply; then, once you're wet enough, he slides a finger in, a long, slender finger that has you gasp quietly and adjust your hips to better receive his ministrations.
Your thumb gathers the beads of pre-cum on his tip and spreads them along his shaft. Then you start pumping up and down in slow movements until your rhythm spontaneously starts matching his.
When Tendō adds a second finger in, your voice becomes louder, and both your hands raise their speed. The heel of his hand brushes against your clit with every slide of his fingers and soon after you unravel under him, your breathing ragged and your eyes close shut.
A moment later, you feel Satori’s cock become harder and harder, and soon fluid warmth collects in your hand, accompanied by a groan of the red-headed man.
When you open your eyes, you see Satori’s half-closed lids and a silly smile on his face.
“This was great,” he murmurs.
“Yeah,” you reply and Tendō caresses your cheek with his clean hand. He’s still smiling.
“You are beautiful.” What you find in his eyes now isn’t desire anymore. It’s something much deeper and sweeter.
You give Satori a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. “You are beautiful, too.”
Your smile makes his lips curve upwards even more, and he leans down to kiss you again. Slowly and softly, like in a dream.
After cleaning yourselves up, you both end up falling asleep under his Dragonball bedsheets, your chests pressed against each other, your legs tangled, and your lungs filling up and emptying at the same slow rhythm.
Maybe your hormones lent you a hand this time.