tendou satori x f!reader — 18+, 1k, and they were roommates, sexual tension, platonic till it's not, nipple play, fingering, finger sucking
A gentle, hardly-there sensation brushes across your nipple.
Without looking down, you already know the culprit—Tendou’s fingers, which are moving ever so slightly as he explains what’s going on in the movie, free hand waving animatedly at his other side. His arm sits draped over your shoulder, where it’s been resting since you plopped down next to him on the couch in the middle of said film.
It’s nothing.
But it makes your toes quietly curl all the same.
And you can feel the way your nipples quickly start to pebble through the thin, useless fabric of your tank top.
It feels like a silent game sometimes. A dare. A finger hooked in your belt loop. A palm at the small of your back. His hand around your ankle. His thumb and your bottom lip.
Tendou’s your roommate. Your best friend.
And god are you tired of pretending like you don’t want to fuck him.
Fuck it.
It’s subtle, the way you shift and stretch. The little yawn that tips out past your lips as you arch your back. But by the time you’ve settled, you’ve managed to tug down your tank top just enough.
Enough that the next time Tendou moves ever so slightly, the tip of his middle finger brushes against your bare, hard nipple. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel the way he stills. The way he waits for you to react.
Anticipation thrums its way along the inside of your ribcage.
You inhale slowly, chest rising, nipple rubbing against Tendou’s finger in the barest fraction of movement. Your teeth scrape the inside of your cheek.
Colors flash across the television screen as something in the movie explodes, but you’re too distracted by the sensation of Tendou softly caging your nipple between two of his fingers, closing the digits with just enough pressure to pinch. His hand still hangs flat, like he’s yet to make anything about this wholly deliberate.
Like you could still pretend this never happened.
Like the hot lick of arousal dripping between your thighs is neither here nor there.
Ten minutes pass before you yawn again, louder than before, sliding down until your head rests in Tendou’s lap. You know he thinks you’ve cashed out on the game, because it takes him far too long to realize you tugged your tank top down enough to completely let your tits spill out.
You’re on your back, head tilted to the side as if you’ve been paying any attention to the movie. And he still doesn’t say anything, just rests a hand flat over your stomach. His long fingers move in small, circular motions.
You don’t realize he’s been slowly shifting upward until his hand fully cups one of your tits.
“Did you like the movie?” he asks.
He drags the side of his thumb over your nipple. Once, twice.
“What?” you breathe out, mind short-circuiting under the deliberate weight of the action.
Three times. He strokes your sensitive nipple in small, lazy circles. Arousal drips like warm honey down the back of your tongue.
You look away from the credits rolling on the television screen to find Tendou calmly looking down at you. He holds your gaze like your tits aren’t out, like he’s not in the middle of teasing them while you fight the urge to moan.
“The movie,” he repeats.
He takes your nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinches it, expression unchanged despite the noise that slips out past your lips.
“Yes,” you exhale, eyes going a little wide.
Tendou smiles, hand sliding across your chest to palm at your other tit. “Yeah, I thought it was pretty good.”
He squeezes.
Body arching upward into his touch, you gasp. “So good.”
You lose track of exactly how it happens while you’re writhing and shifting upward across Tendou’s lap while he plays with your tits. How you eventually end up with your ass across his lap, the pitiful inseam of your jean shorts allowing his fingers to slide up and traipse a slow, mind-numbing path along your cotton panties.
He traces your slit through the fabric as if your underwear aren’t already completely soaked through, clinging to your puffy folds.
“Still good?” he asks, even though the television’s long since turned off on its own. The living room is dark save for the spill of dim light from above the kitchen sink.
Deft fingers toy with the gusset of your panties. You nod.
And with one hand still working your tits, he tugs the material aside, eliciting a breathy whimper from your lips when he drags two fingers through your messy, sticky slit. Your hips buck, arousal coursing through your veins while denim presses into your skin and the elastic of your panties stretches and your nipples ache and your clit throbs. And Tendou sinks one longer finger right into the wet, tight heat of your cunt.
“Fuck,” you gasp.
Tendou cups your cheek as you whine, hips rocking into his touch as he slowly pumps the digit in and out, a filthy squelch punctuating the room’s silence. He traces your mouth while your lips part, lets you caress the pads of his fingers with your tongue and teeth as you writhe.
A second digit joins the first, and your mind nearly goes blank with a heady buzz of pleasure as Tendou presses his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them, sloppy and desperate, feeling tears welling up at your lash line while drool slips down your chin. Your spread your legs wider, and Tendou finger fucks you deep to the last knuckle, his own hips pushing upward into the swell of your ass. You can feel his erection.
“—want you to fuck me,” you moan, feeling tears slip down your cheeks. Your pussy aches.
“Later.” He leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth while you drool all over his fingers.
He curls his fingers inside of you. You whine, deliberately dragging your ass against his dick. He begins thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt at a dizzying pace.
“Come for me, and then I’ll fuck you,” he murmurs.
And just like that, the coil of heat wrapped tightly in your gut unravels in a whip of gushing pleasure. Your vision goes white while your climax punches through you, and a quiet, satisfied hum leaves Tendou’s mouth as you fuck yourself on his fingers till you’re an overstimulated, shaking mess.
