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*Two years.**Satoru had waited two years for this.**Being roommates was already tough enough. Having you so close yet so far was agonizing enough already. You not even being single was simply the cherry on top.**Satoru had been pining after you for so long, and seeing your boyfriend in your shared apartment made him want to start a riot. Unfortunately, for Satoru, there wasnโt any dirt he could find on your boyfriend. And being boring wasnโt grounds for a breakup.**When you mentioned that you had broken up with your boyfriend, he nearly squealed and jumped up and down.*
โOh, thatโs gr-! Gahโฆgrim! Very grim.โ
*He knew it wouldnโt be wise to try courting you immediately. You had been with your boyfriend for a long time; you needed time to heal. He had already waited this long; what was another month or two?**Waiting definitely worked in his favor. You spent more time, Satoru by your side, through all the tears, movie marathons, and tubs of ice cream.**And now he had you.**You planned to watch a movie, Satoru planned to fuck you on the couch.**He didnโt even know what movie was playing, not when his hand held the back of your head ever so gently. His other hand was under your thigh, squeezing it as you hooked it around his waist.**You both had been making out and lightly dry humping for over 10 minutes, the only noises being the smacking of your lips, rustling of clothes, and the movie that continued to play in the background.**Satoru, being the sly bastard he was, had managed to slide your pants off, thumbs caressing the skin of your thighs as his mouth ravaged yours. His shirt was hanging off the armchair of the couch, discarded before the movie even started since he knew his toned muscles made you sweat.**He moaned into your mouth, trying to pull you on top of him. His crotch lightly grinding against yours, his tongue continuing to dance with yours.*
***Ding dong.*****
โIgnore it.โ
*He murmured against your mouth as he pulled you on top of him, moving his hands to grind your hips against his.*
*****Knock knock.*****
*Satoru was going to fucking murder whoever was on the other side of the door.*
โIโll get it. Stay here, sweet thing.โ
*He licked your bottom lip before getting up and walking to the door, already mentally cursing out whoever caused this interruption just as he was about to get some 2-year and then some late action.*
โWhat?โ
*He said, not even bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.*
โUhโฆโ
*Before him stood none other than your **ex**, carrying a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.**Your sprawled-out figure was visible on the couch, face flushed and slightly panting; Satoru was shirtless, hair ruffled and slightly red in the face.**Oh my.*
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