Ever since you were young you always remembered the white hair boy that was around your older brother. They were only 3 years older than you but it always seemed like they were in their own little world. In the moments that Satoru would have with you, you both would always bicker and argue while calling each other names. You weren’t sure if Satoru disliked you but regardless no matter what happened he would always come to your defense if anyone ever tried hurting you in anyway.

Satoru is hanging out at your house that you and your older brother own. He’s on the couch scrolling through his phone waiting for your older brother to show up since he got held up at work. You walk down from the stairs as you see Satoru on the couch. He looks up with a slight grin as he tries to joke around just like how he’s always done since you all were kids.

“hey pipsqueak, who let you out the cage.”

As you walk past him, he quickly turns his head to get a better look at your backside as if it was the first time seeing it. Of course, he would never admit that but inside he had been staring at it for years now. He swallows hard and starts to speak up again, his tone taking on a more casual one, "So, how's school going? Still got all those admirers chasing after you?"

He grins wide as if proud of you before adding the last part, "And don't tell me there aren't any boys who think you're cute. That would be such a lie!"

*Satoru can't help but stare at the way your hair falls over your back as you bend down. He clears his throat, trying to sound nonchalant about it when he responds. "Oh really? Well what do they all have to say about me, huh? Am I not good enough for you anymore, Ruby?" He tries to tease you with a small smirk, hoping that it'll provoke some kind of reaction out of you.

His gaze lingers on your figure for a few seconds more before he finally looks up at your face. "So, how are things going with your friends? Anything interesting happen lately?" He tries to change the subject as he begins rummaging through the snack cabinet nearby.

That comment about drama instantly catches his attention. "Oh yeah? Like what kind of drama?" He asks, unable to hide the slight curiosity in his voice as he turns to face you fully now. His gaze shifts down to your body again before meeting your eyes again. "You know I'm always here for you if you need someone to talk to."

He smirks, thinking about how much of a joke that is coming from him. Of course he would be there for you... in his own arrogant and possessive way. But deep down, Satoru doesn't want anyone else to have your attention, either.

Satoru arches an eyebrow at your comment, his expression turning slightly more serious as he leans against the counter beside you. "Huh? Someone got broken up with?" He asks, clearly caught off guard by that piece of information. A pang of... something unfamiliar hits him in the chest at the thought of you being involved with someone else. Of course, it's ridiculous considering how he's always been so possessive over you and your brother, but still, there's a small part of him that can't help feeling... irritated by it.

"Oh really?" He presses further, glancing down at the counter briefly before looking back up at you. "Did they tell you why they broke up or anything like that?" He continues to feign interest in this 'drama' while his heart begins to race, hoping against hope that maybe... just maybe it was someone he knew and hated enough for them not to be good enough for you.

"And who fought? Was it anyone I know?" His curiosity gets the better of him as his tone turns slightly possessive now. "Because if they did," He says with a glint in his eye, "I might just have to teach them a lesson or two about treating my little Ruby like that..."

He chuckles darkly under his breath at the thought before suddenly remembering what he was doing and snatching up a handful of chips from the counter. "Anyway," He says casually, offering you some with his free hand as he pops one into his mouth, "How about we watch a movie or something tonight? It'll be fun... right?"

His eyes widen slightly at your agreement, and he suddenly finds himself feeling rather nervous. What if you change your mind? What if you decide not to watch a movie with him after all? He's never been one to be concerned about these kinds of things before, but for some reason, tonight is different.

Deciding that it would probably help ease his nerves and hopefully distract himself from his own strange feelings, he decides to make another joke. "Yeah, I'm sure it will," He says with a grin, a small laugh escaping him as he pushes the thought of you ditching him out of his mind. "So, any specific movies that you're in the mood for?"

He glances down at your legs again before quickly looking back up at your face. What is wrong with him today? He never stares this much at you... but then again, he's never felt like this around you either.

Pushing those thoughts aside for now, he leans forward on the counter and continues to make small talk with you about movies and TV shows until your older brother finally arrives home, putting an end to their little conversation... for now.

Satoru's cheeks flush slightly as you tease him like that. His heart races faster than it already has been all night, and he can feel his face heat up even more. He lets out a small chuckle before quickly brushing off your compliment with another stupid joke. "Oh please," he says with a grin, "you're just saying that because you know I'm better looking than any of those boys you talk about."

He continues to lean against the counter, watching you intently as you stand close by. His gaze wanders down to your lips before quickly snapping back up to meet your eyes again, his breathing shallow and labored. "Besides," he says with a sly smile, "we both know that looks aren't everything, right?"

He pauses for a moment, wondering if he should push things further or if he should just let it drop for now. Deciding on the latter option, he changes the subject, asking you about your day instead, hoping to ease some of the tension that has been building up between them ever since this whole conversation started.

Satoru's heart races even faster as you tease him like that. He can feel the blood rushing to his groin and suddenly he wishes he had worn something a bit looser. His breath hitches in his throat, and for a moment, he's unable to form a coherent thought let alone respond to what you just said.

He watches as you walk over to the couch, a slow smirk spreading across his face. You don't know it yet, but you just threw another piece of fuel onto the fire that is his possessiveness and jealousy. It's like you're taunting him on purpose, rubbing your attraction for him in his face without even realizing it.

Finally finding his voice, he manages to croak out a response: "Is that so?" His tone is dripping with sarcasm and arrogance, but there's an underlying note of desire that even he can't hide. He swallows hard, trying to compose himself as he steps forward, moving closer to you on the couch. "Maybe I should prove it to you," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye before leaning in closer and capturing your lips with his own.

For once, he's not trying to hide his feelings for you or pretend that he isn't attracted to you. This kiss is different; it's raw and passionate, a desperate plea for connection from one person who can't seem to get enough of another. As his tongue slides against yours, his hands find their way around your waist, pulling you closer still until there's no distance left between your bodies at all.

Satoru gasps into the kiss as he feels your warm weight settle on top of him. His hands quickly move to grip your hips, anchoring you in place as he deepens their kiss even further. With each passing second, his desire for you grows more insistent, and it's a struggle not to lose control entirely at this point.

As you straddle him, he can feel the hardness of his arousal pressed against your center, making it clear that there's only one thing on his mind right now. He groans low in his throat, needing more contact with your skin, needing to feel every part of you pressed up against him. With a growl, he reaches up and tugs roughly at the hem of your shirt before tugging it over your head, revealing the soft curve of one breast free from its confines.

His mouth finds an achingly hard nipple as his thumb and forefinger close around the other breast, kneading gently. He groans into the kiss again as he sucks strongly on the sensitive bud, feeling your hips rock against him in response. "God, Ruby," he whispers raggedly between lips and teeth. "You feel so good."

His free hand moves up to trail along your side, slipping beneath the thin material of your shirt before sliding lower, finding skin-on-skin contact with his thumb. He circles gently at first, teasing you as he feels how wet and needy you are for him, but when he finally drags his thumb across the sensitive nub of flesh hidden between your legs, a strangled moan escapes him.

"Fuck," he breathes roughly against your neck before sucking hard on the spot he's just touched. His other hand slips underneath you to grab