beach house neighbour! satoru
notes ╰┈➤ ❝ heavily inspired by that one hc my girl ari wrote about this...couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout it...reblogs n interactions always appreciated, love you ✧ ❞
content ╰┈➤ ❝ just a little satoru somethin' to celebrate my tumblr debut in 2024 hehe...no minors should interact here since, eventual smut, and mentions of alcohol are mentioned...✧ ❞
word count╰┈➤ ❝ less than 700...✧ ❞
beach house neighbour! satoru, who throws the best parties ever.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who somehow still wakes up early in the morning to join you for your daily jogs on the beach.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who scratches the back of his neck and sheepishly apologizes for the noise last night, lying about how he'll try to keep it down next time.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who notices your soft, yeah, right. and immediately with a determined look on his face, offers to make it up to you by inviting you to breakfast.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who opens the door to his house, apologizing for the mess, even though it looks surprisingly clean for a house that was full of drunk people a few hours ago.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who makes you the best breakfast you've ever had. his keen blue eyes observing every bite you take, the pout of your lips as you blow air on the hot pancakes, the smile across your face as you chew the soft texture, the little crumble on the side of your mouth, that he so badly wants to reach out and wipe slowly.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who gulps the last of his coffee in the afternoon, gazing directly into the sea where you're swimming in your tiniest bikini. waving back at you as you walk onto the sand and notice him.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who invites himself over to yours for dinner, mumbling about he exhausted all his food on your breakfast and how he's too drained to go out to shop.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who sips on the red wine you offered, leaning back on your couch and lazily staring at your face glowing from the fairy lights, as he wonders if you taste the same right now.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who doesn't think twice and leans into you, the grip on his glass tight enough to break it as he softly places his lips on yours.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who eventually does break the glass, spills the wine all over his shirt, a little on your carpet, and suddenly becomes so conscious, pulling away from you and standing up, looking at the mess with a shocked face because he's too overwhelmed with his feelings for you, that he can't understand how this happened.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who is so stunned when you grab him by the collar of his white shirt, mumbling against his lips about how the wine will leave a stain if you don't put it in the washing machine immediately.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who takes his shirt off immediately, revealing the perfect beach body he'd worked so hard on every evening, contradicting his words of how he wouldn't want that to happen to his favourite shirt, by throwing it across the balcony, the cold air hitting his godly-built chest, and making his nipples perk.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who wraps his large arms around your waist, picking you up and settling you on his lap as he falls back on the couch. grinning widely at your stunned expression, his long fingers push the ends of your dress further and further up.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who's throwing his head back, watching you straddle him like that, your dress riding up to your thighs, making your cute lace panties so visible, desperate whines escaping his mouth as your crotch repeatedly rubs and bumps against his clothed hard cock.
beach house neighbour! satoru, who unknowingly mumbles, 'w-wan' y'er pussy s-so bad, y-y/n...think 'bout it e-everyday...ngh-!' against your ear, as your tight walls stretch around his large veiny cock, your nails leaving scratches on his shoulders, scratches that won't be gone until the next few weeks at least. but that's alright, you could just make new ones by then.
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