(18+) sae’s hand always finds a way into your panties
req, i tried the bts oreos cause theyre finally in the uk n theyre good but wayyy too sweet, even for a sweet tooth like me😕also idk if i explained it well but theyre in this position, i literally had to go digging for an accurate pic bc pinterest was no help
one of sae’s favourite things to do was finger fuck you after a long day. you just assumed it was a sort of stress relief. with a bunch of upcoming matches and a stack of long winded, weary training sessions, it was only natural that he’d want to blow off some steam.
your routine would go like this — he would come home and find you in the bed per usual, already waiting, and spread you open on his lap. he’d take his time with you, sinking his fingers into your wet cunt, watching how your gloss would gather as he pumped them in. when you’d reach the edge and eventually cum, he would pull out slow and admire the filthy shine on his hand, eagerly licking up your sweet juices.
so most of the time you’d understand, he was overworked and you were happy to help him loosen up when needed.
but when he began sneaking his hands into your pants nearly everyday, bending you over the nearest surface and edging your poor pussy, teasing you till you couldn’t take it anymore — you started suspecting that it wasn’t simply in the name of ‘relaxation’ anymore.
tonight being no exception.
“that’s so stupid, why the hell would he do that?” you sighed, cuddled up with sae on the couch, back slumped to his chest and head snug against his shoulder. a bowl of popcorn sat in your arms, the sweet treat all to yourself because sae was always on going about how ‘unhealthy’ snacks like that were. you two had agreed on a movie night — no work, no phones and definitely no interruptions. just you, him and some much needed quality time.
but the movie was irritating, full of miscommunication and mediocre acting, the story was recycled and it was getting repetitive, sae’s eyes drifting down your figure instead of focusing on the screen.
with his body being behind yours, he could see everything. his gaze travelled over the outline of your tits, nipples slightly hard under the fabric of his oversized top you were wearing. then it shifted down, along the softness of your thighs and the way the shirt rode up slightly, displaying your underwear.
you were oblivious, of course — still in a world of your own, grumbling as you dipped your hand into the popcorn, trusting that sae was listening to your complaints. when in truth, his mind couldn’t have been further away right now. his hand resting on your shoulder was slowly inching down, stopping at your chest to give a small squeeze.
“sae,” you whispered, quickly aware of where this was headed. his fingertips were running over your nipple, pinching it between his index and thumb, making you lean closer into his touch as you set your bowl down.
“you do this all the time.” you sighed, even though you were letting him feel up your chest, rubbing your thighs together gently. “you said you’d watch a movie with me.”
“the movie’s shit,” his fingers were now trailing down the plush of your stomach, watching your legs spread as he went lower and lower. “i’ve never seen something so boring in my life.”
it was true, you don’t know how you had managed to sit halfway something so mediocre. “well yeah, but you picked it...” your voice lowered when his hand finally met your pussy. your slick was prominent on your panties and the dampness was only spreading, humiliating and exposing you.
sae wasn’t sparing you the shame either, chuckling as he ran over the drenched fabric. “you’re soaked,” he snapped the elastic back, watching it stick right back against your cunt. “still gonna try pretend?”
catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you shifted your hips into his hand, his thumb circling your clit, ever so lightly, through the cotton. “but our movie night.” you grumbled even though you were actively going against your words.
“you pick a movie, we’ll watch.”
he was handing you the remote, fingers still stroking over your cunt and finally dipping under your waistband. you really were embarrassingly wet, like you had just been waiting for him to try something. you had definitely been. that’s why you had chosen not to wear anything underneath. you knew with sae, it was only a matter of time before he was finding his way into your panties.
with your composure slipping, the remote was clammy, sweat gathering on your palm as you handled it, quickly trying to put something, anything on, so you could fixate on the feeling of his fingers.
“you better pick a good one.” he pushed a finger in and you gasped at the depth it reached, “keep me entertained.”
you were flicking through different films, barely paying attention as he pressed another finger in, his fingertips pressed up at that sweet spongy spot that made you squeeze around him on impulse.
his fingers were bigger and longer than yours, stretching you open so perfectly on simply two of them and he hadn’t so much as even thrust them yet, just applying a tingling pressure to that point deep in your walls, but he had you itching for more.
“you’re back at the beginning.” sae’s voice near your ear made you jump. “you just skimmed through all the movies.”
your eyes refocused on the screen and you saw that you were, indeed, right back where you had started. oh. you remember nagging away at sae to hurry up and pick something, impatience making you eat away at the popcorn as you fussed. but now that you were in his position, you were the exact same. the list of films felt unbelievably short and the options all looked as boring as the next.
you tried to play your spacing out off, “yeah, i know,” swallowing the spit gathering in your mouth, your throat tight and dry. “i was just looking over them again, y’know, can’t pick another terrible one.”
your voice was shaky and clearly lacked confidence, it was feeble attempt at taunting him, you thought — till he was adding his thumb to your clit, massaging rapid circles into the bud. your body jerked almost instantaneously, nerves in your body blazing as his fingers began to pump, slick gathering over his fingers.
“how about you find one first before being so chatty?” he spoke so casually like he wasn’t scissoring you open, juices dripping down the crack of your ass as he pushed in knuckles deep. “then we’ll see.”
your mind felt muddled trying to concentrate on the pleasure of his fingers and the tv screen at the same time, your breaths heavy as you tried to recollect yourself. you scrolled through the films again, selecting one that looked mildly interesting. it had some well known celebrity on the cover, didn’t look too overdramatic and was new, it should be fine.
“i f-found one.” your body shuddered as the knot in your stomach formed, his fingers continuing their plunging.
“wasn’t that easy?” he stroked over your twitching clit, fingers speeding up knowing you were close to push you to your orgasm. your legs were shaking, his lean fingers burying themselves into your gushing cunt and the sound of your juices squelching echoed around the room.
“i’m so close, mmh, please don’t stop.” you panted, putting the movie on although your eyes were wringed shut and neither of you were paying attention. your hand found his wrist, nails carving indents into his skin as your abdomen went fuzzy, orgasm so close you could feel it throughout your entire system.
your grip on his wrist only tightened when you felt him slow, fingers setting an unrushed and deliberate pace that kept you right on the edge. “sae please...” you sniffled, feeling the knot in your stomach dissipate, wrenching lighter now.
“you don’t want to watch the movie anymore?” he pulled his fingers out despite your hold on him, slapping them down against your sticky cunt. the contact stung, the harshness of it going straight to your aching clit. “you picked this remember?”
“but—” a moan bubbled out of your lungs as he ran along your moist folds, toying with your pussy as his fingers pressed into you lightly, then came back up to catch your clit. you swear your brain was short circuiting, the denial of your orgasm only making you desperate.
“sae please.” your hand curled around his wrist trailed up to his bicep in an attempt to convince him, your head raised towards him and eyes pleading as you whispered, “pleasee? i wanna cum so bad.”
you were peering at him only to find that he was now seriously watching the film. eyes glued to the tv and ignoring your begging face, his fingers rubbing over your pussy like it was second nature, the grind of his palm driving you crazy.
it seemed like he was going to take his time with you and you knew tonight wasn’t going to end until he had denied and drawn at least three orgasms out of you.
