𐙚Satoru ⋆ Roommate.

Satoru's life was active, he was around wherever he could afford it. Cheap parties or expensive fancy bars with live music. He liked to live as if there were no tomorrow. Buy the most expensive dessert? He would be the first in line. Draw a picture whose meaning he didn't even understand? Same story.

Satoru's friends always said all sorts of things about him: funny, annoying, clumsy, smart. The list is endless. Did he like sitting in one place? For him it was suicide without a knife, painful and for so long. His days were always filled with something bright, dynamic, unusual, no matter how much money he spent or how his legs hurt afterwards, he would be satisfied in any case.

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The cafe was quiet, a soft melody in the background created an atmosphere of peace and comfort, the soft whisper of voices of visitors as if no one wanted to disturb the peaceful atmosphere. Satoru, as always, ordered various types of sweets, Suguru managed only with black coffee. Satoru's leg sometimes jumped nervously under the table as if the man could not wait for that strawberry cake that he had ordered already, like 6 minutes ago.

Suguru exhaled, mentally prepared himself, and as soon as Satoru opened his mouth, the voice of the "hysterical lady" filled the quiet cafe. - How much longer do I have to wait? My blood sugar is dropping, I'M GOING TO DIE! - Yes, Satoru entered the "drama queen" state again. The visitors who weren't expecting the scene looked at their table in surprise, which made Suguru just close his eyes in disappointment, wanting to disappear.

So good Satoru! Enough. - earlier Suguru began, forcing Satoru to shut up with his mouth open, the two men almost simultaneously saw the waitress carrying several heavy trays with his desserts trying to get to their table as quickly as possible. Satoru stood up from his seat as if on a spring and like a true gentleman, or rather the desire to eat something sweet made him act and help the poor girl.

Now that Satoru's blood sugar had risen and death had receded, the man was able to breathe, his joyful smile seemed to light up the room, he truly did look like an angel at times. Suguru took a sip of his coffee, enjoying a rare moment of silence next to Satoru.

I had a crazy idea the other day. - said Satoru, the fork lazily scraping the plate, the unpleasant sound did not bother the two friends. - I want to try living with someone. Like, you know, a roommate? - laughter escaped his plump lips, a strand of hair fell into his eyes, which made Satoru almost immediately throw it away.

Well...I can only pray for the poor guy who becomes your neighbor. - There were no unnecessary questions, with Satoru's antics it was something to be expected.

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That's how Satoru ended up on this site, renting apartments that he could buy without a second thought.

The soft bed beneath him, the silky fabric from which his pajamas were made, the expensive shampoo that left a pleasant scent on his body, his snow-white hair soft and pleasant, his large penthouse strewn with various things for the "lazy" as he liked to call it, everything here screamed about the riches he had.

And yet he looks at cheap apartment options that are more suitable for students who cannot afford to live in normal apartments, and living in a dormitory made them feel uncomfortable. Old furniture that seemed ready to break from the wrong breath on it, that bed seemed to have seen its best years, but on this bed? God forbid, but he could repent that more than one person died on it. How was it possible to live in such conditions?... In general, Satoru would check it out on his own skin! Although this idea no longer seemed so interesting to him...

One ad did catch his attention, the apartment was in more or less good condition, he quickly looked through the description and one sentence caught his attention: 《It's hard for me to pay the rent on my own, so I'm looking for a roommate, I don't care if it's a girl or a boy, urgently!》, Satoru's heart sank as he read on, he felt so sorry for her even though he didn't even know who she was, but his kind heart? It had already decided for him when he dialed the number and listened to the beeps.

The conversation was surprisingly short, the girl's voice on the other end was tired and quiet, it seemed she was answering his question with her last strength, she had to repeat the address several times because at the end Satoru could hardly hear her. And now, sitting with the paper between his fingers, he looked at the address as if wondering if he was doing the right thing, living with the girl? He swallowed, exhaling. Okay...you wanted to try something new.

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This month flew by quickly, he had already lived with {{User}} for some time and honestly? He was wild! The strange smell that he could smell and to which he could not get used no matter how hard he tried, sharing even the smallest space with someone strange was difficult for Satoru and he was surprised by it. Sometimes he forgot about his neighbor and could go into the bathroom when she was doing her business there, once he accidentally saw her using a wax strip to pull the hair from her legs he cried and screamed with her.

Her hair also seemed to be everywhere and now he understood that life with a woman was real torture, hair in the shower, in the toilet, on the sofa cushions, sometimes even in the food, but what else he wasn't used to was feminine hygiene, even he didn't have so many different jars for skin care, and pads when did she start having those days? At such moments he went to the toilet on the street.

It was late in the evening when Satoru returned from work, it was quiet as always, {{User}} always returned late, which he was used to, but even when the girl was not at home, her smell remained, something sweet and pleasant, he began to notice that sometimes he enjoyed her smell, that sometimes he even had a hard time falling asleep without it and Satoru just put it down to being tired after work, that maybe he was missing a woman's warmth after he started living with {{User}}.

He also noticed that with his arrival, {{User}}'s life had become a little easier. He involuntarily remembered their first meeting, her hair tied in a tight ponytail, her work uniform as if she hadn't even had time to take a shower after work when he appeared at her door, bruises under her eyes and fatigue that was visible even without looking closely. But even in that state, she smiled at him, apologized for her appearance and told him in detail and showed him the apartment, answered all his questions.

But now she looked happier, there was no longer that tired look he remembered her with, thanks to his help with the rent and utilities she had to work less, he had repeatedly caught her grateful look when they met casually in the kitchen in the morning, the way she gave him warm tea warmed something inside him. She was a student in her 20s maybe, Satoru didn't ask her. A calm girl with a sweet appearance and a smile that made him hold his gaze on her face longer.

He walked down the corridor, peering at the closed door, listening. No, she hadn't come in yet after her late shift at work. Satoru and {{User}} generally didn't communicate much, it was obvious from the girl that she was still uncomfortable around a man like him. The way her cheeks flushed every time she tripped over the letters made him want to tease her.

The button on his shirt opened easily, exposing his neck and clearly visible collarbones, he needed a shower to wash off the workday. He confidently walked into the bathroom, breathing in deeper, the smell of her shampoo caressing his nose. He was taking off his dirty clothes and was about to throw them in the basket, when his hand stopped halfway, his blue eyes caught on a detail that he still couldn't accept. {{User}}'s panties were lying there with his clothes as if it were nothing. As if this intimate part of her wardrobe was not something important...

He didn't know why, his feet took him. He stood there over the basket of dirty clothes, his gaze fixed on the red fabric that made him tense and feel somehow wrong...what was this girl doing to him? He was a man who had never been interested in such things before. but there was something about {{User}} that made him question things that were right and allow something so unnatural as wanting to drool on a woman's dirty panties where her scent was stronger, more real.

He crouched down, his hair falling into his eyes as he held back, his fingers trembling over the thin fabric. Temptation. he swallowed, glanced at the closed door. Nothing like that, if he just... His fingers touched the soft fabric, a faint warmth coming from it. His fingers grazed the fabric. He couldn't help it. Satoru lifted his panties to his face, but kept his distance as if two sides were fighting inside him. "Pervert." he whispered to himself, saliva pooling in his mouth, he smelled faintly. "Crazy..." he pressed {{User}}'s panties to his nose, inhaled deeply as if his life depended on it.

The scent hit him, bright, sweet, sour at times, her scent was so beautiful that even on this used cloth it felt like heaven. Satoru felt his cock twitch, goosebumps run down his spine as a wave of arousal coursed through his veins, a clench in his lower abdomen, a thrust into his cock that made his balls feel heavy as if the weight of the world had fallen on them. He inhaled deeper, his fingers playing with the zipper of his pants.

That night he jerked off like it should be, his fingers tightening around his cock with such greed that his head was spinning, his lips pressed tightly together, just to keep from moaning her name out loud that was already playing on the tip of his tongue. Later he couldn't even look in her direction.

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Satoru was beside himself. After last night, where he had an orgasm on women's panties, he felt truly awful. And what was more awful about this day? Their days off had somehow coincided and being in the same room with her now caused him to feel someone else's guilt and... desire.

He seemed to still smell her. Sweet, gentle, the kind that would make any man fall to his knees and beg. He wondered for a long time, wondering if the mid-30s crisis had hit him in the head. Or maybe he was becoming one of those stupid perverts who followed the object of their adoration.

He didn't want to leave his room, he knew that if he did, he would end up meeting face to face with someone he definitely didn't want to see. But the indignation of his stomach that he didn't have enough candy did its job. He left the protective walls of his room.

He walked into the kitchen as if he were going to war. His fingers were shaking, it seemed like he even stopped breathing just to keep from giving himself away. And then he saw her, {{User}} standing in the kitchen in her usual clothes, a stretched old T-shirt that kept sliding off her shoulder and sweatpants that seemed to be two sizes too big.

Satoru stood there, not breathing, his eyes watching her every little movement. The way her fingers touched the surface of the table, how skillfully and easily she chopped the vegetables for the salad. The way the light from the bulb played in her hair, the way she bit her lower lip, too absorbed. He noticed every little detail that he hadn't paid attention to before. The slight smile on her beautiful face when she got it just the way she wanted, the way she stirred the food in the pan with care.

He was going crazy. Satoru didn't know how long he stood there enjoying the view of {{User}}. But then the easy and calm moment completely disappeared no matter how much she bent over just once. Satoru inhaled watching how the fabric of her sweatpants hugged her perfect soft ass and Satoru's cock throbbed in his pants as another kind of hunger woke up in him. He forgot why he went to the kitchen, he could only watch her, inhale the sweet scent of her perfume that swirled around.

And then {{User}} turned her head in his direction. Satoru winced as if he had been caught doing something terrible, although judging by how proudly his cock stood, then yes, they caught him.

{{User}} - his playful and loud voice sounded, he pressed his shoulder against the refrigerator next to which he stood, he did not try to close, not in his style. - I see you are cooking at the moment. And how? Is it working? - why is he even starting this conversation with her?!

While the girl was answering, Satoru watched her lips, nodding his head as if he heard what she was saying. In reality, he was too caught up in the thought of fucking her mouth right now, making her choke and cry. And then he would bury his own face so deep between her thighs that he would suffocate and die happily.

That's how...that's very interesting. - What was she telling him? He didn't hear a single word, his strong hand reached for the refrigerator handle, in one movement he opened the door and took out a bag of various candies. He pulled out one of the candies and put it on the table next to {{User}}, Satoru shared his sweets? He was surprised himself, but pretended that this was normal. - Rest more. You are still very young to strain your life to such a pace. Just a piece of advice. - He winked at her, the smile that appeared on his lips spoke of real excitement for the sweet girl who drove him crazy.

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That conversation in the kitchen seemed to have brought them closer, Satoru noticed that they began to spend more time in each other's company. Movies? They watched them together when they could. Different jokes, life stories, it seemed like they were more than just roommates now. Satoru felt a connection with {{User}}, as if he had finally found the person with whom he could share his life and share different moments. Although to be honest, he still felt ashamed in front of {{User}} for that night when he jerked off like a dog, inhaling the scent of her underwear. But that was his secret. A dirty little secret.

He allowed himself to come closer to her, allowed himself to touch her hand, feeling the softness of female skin, which made him lose himself every time, the smell of her hair or washing powder. He liked being in her company, her voice that calmed him down, making him sit on the couch for hours on end without even wanting to move, as if this moment would dissolve like that pleasant dream, the one and only. It seemed with {{User}} he became a different person, calm, quiet, attentive. Suguru when he once saw this side of Satoru opened his mouth, it seemed his jaw hit the floor.

But there was something magical about this cute bun (as he secretly called her), he wanted to listen to her, he was so interested in listening to her stories that he was ready to listen to it several times until the poor girl’s tongue began to get confused and lost in words.

One time, she accidentally remembered between words that she really liked pancakes in the morning, but since she had no time to cook, she had to put this habit aside and lose it behind constant coffee intake, in order to at least keep herself a little stronger. But it got into Satoru's head, not wanting to leave. They are just pancakes. But the look with which {{User}} said it, it hit him straight in the heart, leaving him heavy and stupid. He hated cooking, for him there were restaurants where the food was always tastier. But for her...

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Satoru woke up unusually early. His eyes barely saw when he got up from the bed with a loud yawn, stretching his muscles after sleep. His gray sweatpants hung low on his strong male thighs, he had nothing on top, so the view of his muscles and clear skin promised a lot. Blue eyes looked into the large mirror and he smiled at his morning appearance. As always, gorgeous. No, not now, narcissistic bastard, you have more important things to do!

He walked into the kitchen. The place was foreign to him, he had never used the kitchen properly. To quickly grab a snack for work or hide his sweets in this place, to make a cup of tea himself, to fuck a random girl on the table. But to cook? This was a first for him.

What wouldn't you do just to make a cute bun smile?

He read the pancake recipe carefully. How much of what, how much flour, how much milk. Oh, damn, was it supposed to be done gradually, and not just thrown into one bowl and mixed? Again. What, did {{User}}'s hair forget there too?! Again, again. He played with the same dough for an hour, not even getting to the second stage.

But when he finally got the perfect sweet dough, other problems began. The oil did not heat up, which is why the dough stuck to the pan, he turned on too high a heat, which is why the pancakes burned, he got distracted for a second - the same familiar situation.

It seemed like he would go crazy before he could make the seemingly easy dessert that the kids were making. But when he finally did it? He danced like he was 20 again.

He completely lost track of time when he heard footsteps behind him, quiet, familiar, {{User}} already awake? He tensed up, he didn't want the girl to see him like this. What if she figured it out?! He was scared like a teenager, the muscles of his back tensed, making his build stronger against the small kitchen. It seemed he felt her presence. Her warmth and scent after sleep, it seemed he even felt the softness of her skin under his fingertips. At first he didn't want to look at her, he wanted to pretend that he didn't feel her presence with his very soul. But when he looked, his dick hit the table.

{{User}} stood in the passageway like a wet dream. Her hair was a complete mess, her eyes were not yet able to fully open, she was wearing only a short T-shirt that hugged her waist and soft chest, black fabric panties did not hide anything. She clearly did not expect to see Satoru at such a time, especially in the kitchen. They froze, looked at each other as if time had stopped, and only when the dough in the frying pan gave off a burnt smell did Satoru turn away, quickly turning over the already black pancakes with trembling fingers.

The silence was quiet, the tension palpable, but she didn't move. She stood there, watching him, clearly understanding why he was doing this. And Satoru? He couldn't breathe, his dick ached, his throat was so dry it was hard to swallow. And then, as if trying to protect himself, Satoru squeaked. - "Pancakes for you? No." - he wanted to rip his tongue out for that lie. - "I just wanted to cook something...for the first time."

Foolish Satoru never knew how to lie.