𑣲║ ¡Best Friend Sae! x ¡Reader!
Warnings: making out, dry humping, cock blocked, sexual thoughts, handjob, fingering, penetration, dirty talk, praising, pet names (baby), after care, cum eating, overstimulation, unprotected sex (no condom), shy reader, Sae being a sweetheart
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Sae and you have now been dating for several weeks, but it felt as if nothing has changed. Before you two 'officially' got together, you had always been touchy and affectionate with the man. So to an outsider, it seemed as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Even your parents, Rin's brother, and his teammates all didn't catch onto what was happening. Then again, you two were reluctant to tell them. Telling either of your families would mean certain 'rules' would be placed and, knowing your parents, they'd suddenly freak out at the idea of you spending the night with him. You'd been doing it for years, but you understood having a label would act as flipping a switch in their brains.
As for anyone in Sae's life, he just didn't see the reason to tell them. It wasn't that he was necessarily trying to hide it, but no one was asking so he wasn't going to spring it into a conversation. Of course if you ever mentioned that you felt as if he was trying to hide you, he'd quickly alert the whole town so everyone knew. Though after talking to you, he began making a conscious effort to steer clear of any relationship conversation.
Due to the two of you agreeing not to tell others as to keep the relationship a secret, it benefited each of you when it came to the media revolving Sae. Whenever he came back to Japan, of course sports journalist were quick to rush to him with questions and request for interviews. Hell there were even a few articles that did mention you, but quickly lost traction when people realized you, at the time, had a boyfriend and were just friends with the athlete.
Sae knew that despite his love life having no effect on the official matches he plays, people would still maneuver into it and cause problems which was something he absolutely did not want you dealing with. He's played with players who had girlfriends and the media was often ruthless with how they would target the poor girls. Yeah, if that happened to you his career would probably be over from going off on someone. He just kept you in the dark about that stuff though.
The one that that had changed between the two of you was the level of 'touchiness' you'd go. There was occasional kisses and more cuddling which often resulted with you laying across him. However, now whenever you woke up first you'd feel something hard pressed against your inner thigh from where you managed to throw your leg over him in your sleep. Quietly, you'd just shift as to not have him wake up and the both of you awkwardly pretend he didn't get hard while sleeping beside you. He'd just excuse himself to go to the bathroom once he woke up, but you obviously noticed how he'd be gone longer than usual.
To Sae, he didn't know what the hell was happening to him. Okay he knows about being horny and what not, he's an adult man afterall, and he had done some stuff with woman while in Spain, but this was a whole new feeling. Ever since you began dating he'd find himself drifted off while staring at your ass.
You walked by him to go get something from the kitchen? His eyes are following the way your hips swayed and shorts gave him a perfect view of where your thighs and ass curved.
You were laying on your stomach and just scrolling through your phone? He was ogling from his desk chair at how whenever you laughed, your body would shake slightly and in return make it jiggle.
God he felt like a pervert just staring at you. Sure he noticed when he first got back how much you changed— specifically how your body changed. Though even then he had the basic self restraint to keep his eyes trained on your face or some object in the room. Now he felt hopeless, and he would've also felt bad if he didn't notice you doing it to him as well.
He was stretching after finishing whatever online work he was given for the day, and a sliver of his shirt lifted up? Your eyes would dart to the exposed lower abdomen and stare until he would put his arms back down and his shirt would cover that delicious v line.
He was wearing gray sweatpants some brand sent him in hopes that he'd work as greet advertisement? Yeah, best believe your eyes kept glancing to his bulge.
It was like the two of you were playing some secret psychological game you didn't want the other to pick up. You'd both be settled on the couch watching a movie you insisted on, and then you'd purposefully walk into another room to grab another water before returning. Obviously, you also put on the shorter, comfortable cotton shorts that you knew rode up. When you'd return, you saw Sae fixing his pants nonchalantly while keeping his eyes on the TV.
Yet both of you were adamant on not bringing it up first. Sae was conscious about not wanting to push something onto you. You were hesitant because, even after knowing him almost all your life, you were now in uncharted territory when it came to finding out when's a good time to be sexual. It's not like you wanted to say 'Hey, we're good with having sex, right?' although you knew he'd rather that than having you beat around the bush.
You might as well get your hedge trimmers because you were not keen on initiating it yourself.
So, the two of you carried on like you weren't sexually frustrated. You'd go to his games despite his insistence on them not being ones to bother seeing.
"The other team is half baked. Don't waste your time on it," he'd mutter whilst packing his sports bag so he could head to the facility that was hosting his game.
"But Sae, you do realize how long it's been since I've seen you play an official match in person?"
"Even more of a reason to wait till I'm playing in Spain again," he commented, then paused for a second. Spain— right, his European league that he'd be returning to once whatever contract he signed in Japan was up. You've been deliberately avoiding that conversation, because what was there to even say? It's not like he expected you to pick up your life and move across seas to him. You definitely didn't expect him to just not go back to where he liked to play all because you two were in a relationship now. After a few more seconds, he spoke up, "I don't mind if you come— I like having you watch of course. It's just if you have something else, I'm not disappointed about you skipping out."
"I don't have something else."
"Well," he said with a sigh and looked over to you after zipping up the duffle bag, "seems like you've made your mind."
So yeah, you attended his match and proudly cheered whenever he got a hat trick.
After the match, which his team obviously won, the both of you returned to his house so he could promptly shower off. He always seemed to have something against the actual showers in the locker rooms.
You were laying back on his bed and leaned against his headboard when he finally walked in. Casually looking up, your eyes darted back down when you saw him walk in with sweatpants hugging lose around his hips, the top of his Calvin Klein boxers peaking out, and no shirt.
He didn't say anything as he strolled in and just walked over to lay on his bed beside you; chest down so you could see the expanse of his back. He just crossed his arms under his head and laid on them as his eyes shut.
"Tired?" you questioned whilst praying he wouldn't suddenly look at you and see how you're gaping at his back. You'd overheard girls ranking a guys back as one of the hottest things about them, but you hadn't truly seen the hype until you're faced with your boyfriends. His muscles ripple under his skin with the slightest movements as you even see how his biceps are tightened from the position he laid in.
"Mh.. a bit. You kept me up with your yammering last night," his voice muffled against the sheets as you recall how you did continue to talk well past midnight.
"Not like you're too shy to tell me when to shut up."
He opens his eyes from your words and you see him peer up at you through his lashes. He sighed, then pushed himself up to sit up on his bed properly.
"I suppose," he turns to sit beside you instead; his shoulder brushing against yours.
"Mhm, right.. you hot too or something?" you asked— reference to his lack of clothing. He just stares at you with his half lidded teal eyes for a moment, and you almost feel like you're crawling out of your skin. He was much closer now so it felt more intimate as his eyes switched from yours, to your lips, then back up.
You just nodded and cleared your throat as you looked away. Could he maybe not act like he's staring through you? The room fills with silence for a moment as the both of you debate on how to proceed. Finally, he muttered, "Thought you'd be fine with it. You've seen me without it plenty of times," his words straight to the point without any deception. You had seen him numerous times without a shirt, so why did this feel so different?
"I didn't say I wasn't fine."
"No, but you look like it isn't."
"Maybe you can't read body language," but you just felt one of his hands coming up to your chin and turn your head back towards him.
"I'm not in the mood for this whole back and forth thing."
"So what are you in the mood for?"
His eyes trail back down to your lips while he's quiet; weighing his options before picking the one with the most maximizing gain. When his eyes snap back to yours and he leans in slightly, as if to say 'we doing this?', you just matched his expression.
Swiftly, he's planting his lips against yours and giving a soft kiss, but it's immediately replaced with a more hungry one. The kiss is slightly clumsy despite the two of you having done it plenty of times before; though it just makes you melt into it more. His hand that had been on your chin slides to instead tangle in your hair as his other one slides up your thigh before settling on your waist.
Courageously, you start to shift and he naturally breaks the kiss to see what you wanted. However you were quick to nervously instigate another one as you swing a leg over his hip and settle in his lap. You were just too nervous to see his facial features right now!
He just gave up with little to no resist as he lets himself be coaxed into another kiss that has him parting his lips so he could slip his tongue between yours. You aren't sure how long the kiss carried on for, but you do know at some point your hip experimentally rolled once into his own. As soon as your clothed crouch made contact with the tent forming in his pants, you heard the sharp intake of air through his nose.
Pulling back slowly, you looked into his eyes. "Is this.. fine?" you softly asked as your forced yourself to remain still. His hand that had been in your hair went down to join the other hand on your waist— both holding onto the fat of your hips on either side. His thumbs affectionately brushed over your skin and under the hem of your shirt.
"If this is what you want," he replied back and matched the same quietness in your tone. Promptly, you gave a too eager nod and was leaning back down to kiss him as your hips began to move once more.
His lips were hot and fast against yours as you started to grind your hips more neededly against his bulge after it caught your clit just right between all the fabric. You let out a pathetic moan which would've made you instantly blush and embarrassed, yet when you heard Sae's receptive, quieter groan? You realized he was enjoying this as much as you were.
Sae was hard when he was standing in the bathroom mirror trying to convince himself you wouldn't think he's weird to walk into the room shirtless— or you wouldn't see through his plan. Now, with you on top of him rolling your hips against his like he's imagined you in countless wet dreams, he was painfully throbbing. He discreetly started to tenderly thrust his hips upwards to let each roll you have meet his.
You broke the kiss with a quiet moan that was muffled by his skin as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. Meanwhile his eyes fluttered shut as his head leaned back against the headboard and his hands on your hips went down to grope your ass as you kept grinding.
"Fuck— yeah, like that. Don't stop," you could hear him whisper as your fingernails dug into his shoulders while you tried to think straight.
"Sae," you whined, "I-I want more," as if you weren't rubbing yourself all over him.
His hands kept fondling the fat of your ass while also helping move your body up and down his bulge; specifically making you press harder against where the head of dick was leaking. "More? You're already so pathetic like this, I don't know if you can handle more."
His words shot right to the sweltering, intense pressure building up in your lower body. You felt almost like your clit began to ache from the need to release, and you can only imagine Sae was feeling the same things. You pulled away from hiding in his neck and looked into his eyes desperately, "I-I can.." you whimpered in defense.
"... Then lay down so I can fuck—"
"Sae, mom wanted me to tell you—," you hear Rin's voice behind you at the doorway. Your hips, that had still been lightly moving against his groin, came to a halt instantaneously when you heard that door click open. You could've sworn he was still at practice.
You glanced back over your shoulder and just saw the poor younger man staring in the door frame with widened eyes. It wasn't hard to tell what the two of you were doing from how flushed each of your faces were, and the fact that you were straddling him. As sudden as he came in, he's slamming the door shut to no longer look at you two.
"Oh my god.. oh my god," you muttered as the heat you'd just been chasing diminished almost entirely at the realization that Rin, the other boy you knew since childhood, just saw you grinding on his brother. Your head snapped back to Sae, "You have to go apologize to him."
"Huh?" his eyes were already on you when you turned back around. His face looked entirely relaxed if it wasn't for the slight, practically unnoticeable lift of his eyebrows. You just roll off of him and sit beside him instead. "Apologize for what? I'm sure he doesn't want to see me right after this."
"Apologize for doing uh.. this while he's in the same house obviously!" you whisper snapped at him; as if you were scared Rin was outside the door listening, but you knew he probably hauled ass back into his room.
"I didn't know he was home?"
"Well I didn't either Sae, but that's not the point. I mean now we're going to have to explain that we're in a relationship and everything."
"...No we don't?" he said back while looking at you with furrowed eyebrows like you just suggested a horrifically stupid thing.
"He just saw me on you: he obviously knows now."
"And? Not like he's telling my parents and it'd be better if we just forgot about this. It's what he'd rather."
"How the hell do you know it's 'what he'd rather?' He could easily be upset we didn't tell him we're together."
Sae just rolled his eyes with a sigh— drama queen— and stared at the door his brother just intruded from.
"Fine, I'll mention something whenever I talk to him again."
Yeah, things got real awkward around the Itoshi household after that. When you walked out of Sae's room to grab a snack from the pantry and would see Rin in the kitchen, he'd glare before quickly turning around. You didn't necessarily blame him: no one wants to walk in on that kind of stuff. Therefore you just left him alone and didn't push to talk to him like you use to.
Sae on the other hand seemed like he couldn't care less as he carried on like normal. He knew his brother didn't want to talk to him about that— it's not like Rin is some kid nor is he an idiot. So yeah, the man just lied to you and said it was all fine for the sake of your peace of mind.
Weeks passed on and your 'secret' relationship wasn't revealed— all thanks to Sae's caution. He shielded you from the media and when asked questions about a lover, he was quick to have some smart ass reply to the reporter.
"So, Mr. Itoshi, I'm sure many fans listening at home would like to know if you.. maybe busy yourself with a lover? Any secret woman?" a red cheeked, snake eyed journalist would inquire while sitting across from Sae.
"No," he'd clip back: his media training had done wonders if one were to consider what he previously would've said.
"Really? Now I find that hard to believe. Why don't you at least tell the fans what woman you would go for?"
With no hesitation, the pink haired athlete retorted, "Maybe one that would mind her business."
Sae's managers cancelled a couple of interviews after that.
Nevertheless, things were going strong between the two of you despite not having another moment like the one you had when Rin interrupted. There were kisses that heated up to minimal gropes. Hickeys that you had to conceal with color corrector. Although you two still had desire, you were both at a standstill again on who'd act upon it.
Slowly but surely, the weight of that craving hung over you and you could practically feel yourself crumbling under it. Every time he'd lift his shirt to wipe sweat off his brow after he finished practicing so you two could go home. How his hands and arms looked from simple tasks like writing down his notes or pushing himself off the bed. Hell, how his voice sounded while humming to your long winded rants or calling your name when he needed your attention.
So, with all your neediness building up, Sae could clearly see it. He'd start talking and your eyes would be trained on his lips. Also, you weren't slick with staring at his arms whenever his muscles tensed and bulged from small movements. He'd be lying if he tried to say he wasn't feeling the same though. Whenever cuddling, he always had to choke down the strongest urge to press his hips against your ass. When you sleepily mumbled his name, he had to close his eyes and focus on all the times he fucked up in football so he wouldn't get hard. The only thing that held Sae back from acting on his desires was his paranoia about getting something wrong.
He wasn't too prideful that he wouldn't initiate something because he doubted he could make you cum— no, he knew he could. He knew he could be better than whatever the hell your good for nothing ex gave you. However, he was skeptical about not judging something correctly. He wanted it to be romantic: candles, rose petals, big sign on the bed— whatever you wanted. When it came down to it, he was anxious about fucking something up.
All that in mind, it was no surprise you were the first one to make a move. Like the last time, you two laid in bed together. Only difference being Rin was back to staying in Blue Lock's dorm facility, and Sae's parents were away on business or something. The ending scene of Taxi Driver played on the computer screen situated on top of his lap, but you had been hardly paying attention. Great movie, but you had seen it multiple times since it was one of Sae's favorites.
"Mh.. Sae," you mumbled without glancing away from the screen.
"You've been acting kinda weird lately," you said while jumping right into the topic. He looks over at your side profile partially illuminated by the computers glow.
" 'Weird?' " he repeats, " I don't know what you mean. I'm not trying to act any different."
"Well it just seems like you've been off ever since.. uh.. Rin walked in." Briefly looking over to see if he's taken the bait, but he's already staring straight at you. His face in its usual deadpanned, lazy position.
"You think?" he asked but from his catatonic tone, you just knew it was rhetorical. He knew your purpose of bringing up the memory of how you two were humping wildly days ago. He just shut the computer and set it on the bedside table.
"I mean it's just if you had something on your mind—"
"Stop asking questions back," you reprimand.
"Then stop tiptoeing around your point and just say it."
"Well I don't think it's even worth it anymore," you muttered and glanced away; mostly feigning annoyance because you liked it when Sae fussed over you.
"Come on, don't be like that," he coaxed while his hand found its way to stroking from above your knee up to your thigh. Your head stayed tilted away until you heard him let out an exasperated sigh and lean over; gently kissing your cheek. Happily, you turned back to look at him.
"We've been taking things slower, which I like, but I wouldn't mind if tried more stuff," you confessed while placing a hand on his that had been stroking your thigh still, though stopped upon your intrusion.
"And.. you mean this, as in tonight?" his formal, composed manner almost made you want to crawl under the sheets and fall asleep quickly. Your head started to dip down to nod, but he quickly interjected, "No, not tonight."
"Oh," you freeze: did he have something planned? Were his parents returning earlier than what he'd previously said?
His next few words clashed against your hypothesis: "Everything isn't ready."
"That's alright. I thought you were ready since we almost did a few days ago."
"No, I don't mean I'm not ready— as in mentally or whatever. I just have things to get."
"...What like condoms? I'm on birth control to help control my period cramps if that's what you're nervous about."
"What? No not that. I don't want it to be a sudden thing; you should be in a welcoming environment."
Staring at him a bit longer, you were about to ask him what the hell he meant, but you were quickly clicked back into your senses. Oh, so he was trying to make this all cutesy and romantic. On one hand you were delighted your boyfriend, best friend, was trying to make this special and treat you. On the other hand, you've been sexually frustrated for the past several days and was moments away from humping his pillow.
It really felt like the angel and devil were on your shoulders.
"Sae your room is already welcoming enough."
"If I'm with you then it's already special," you reasoned: a bit cheesy but you were trying to get your point across. He stared and blinked at you a few times like he was weighing his options.
"Is this.. one of those times you're saying something but mean the opposite? I'm really okay with waiting till everything's perfect."
"This isn't reverse psychology: I'm telling you it's fine."
"But last time you said something is 'just fine' you didn't end up ordering from the restaurant I—" his words cut off when you leaned over and placed a firm kiss against his lips. The two of you are in the same situation again: on his bed, making out, most of the city already asleep. Yet this time you two didn't have the lingering threat of someone walking in.
By the time the kiss ends you're both gasping for air while you feel his hand trailing up your thigh, for you'd removed your hand on it to instead cradle his jaw. His hand rubbed along the very upper inside of your thigh, but didn't touched where you needed him most.
"This okay?" he mumbled quietly as his eyes stared into yours. His lips were still so close that you felt them ghost over your own.
"Mhm," humming and glancing down to his hand, but he doesn't look away from your eyes.
"Yeah? It's fine?" he reconfirmed while his hand stilled.
His hand on the inside of your thigh manages to slide under the leg of your pajama shorts and rub along your clothed pussy. He situated himself more onto his side while he leaned in to start peppering wet kisses down the column of your throat. One of your hands tangles into his hair while the other reaches to brush against his clothed cock.
His hips jumped when your hand rubbed at the outline and he gave a quieter, appreciative groan when your fingers glided across the imprint of the head. Sae wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was always a bit selfish when it came to sex. He didn't have a ton of practice, but he certainly wasn't inexperienced. Sure he'd get the girl off so she'd finish, but a lot of his actions were because it also felt good for him. However, with you, he found himself doubling down his efforts to get you heated while ignoring how nice it'd feel to have you slobbering over his dick.
"Feel good?" he murmurs against your collarbone between kisses. His fingers pressed into your panties more so he could feel the clear puffy outline; rubbing circles where he guessed your clit would be. "Lift your hips and let me take off these dumb shorts."
You scoffed at him calling the cute fuzzy shorts dumb, but did follow his instructions as his hand left your aching core and instead grabbed along the waistband to drag the panties and pajamas down. Sae situated himself to sit up more on your side and fold his legs under him while looking.
"You need to take off your shorts too then," you mumbled as your fingers looped under the waistband of his shorts and boxers for encouragement. Sae's hand wrapped around your wrist easily while his other gently pushed your knees away from eachother, for you had closed your legs upon instinct. He didn't say anything back as he was preoccupied with looking directly at the mess already dripping down your thighs.
"Fuck," he whispered as if pained.
Noticing his diverted attention, you squirmed under his gaze while whining, "Oh jeez, stop just staring. I'm being serious— at least let your titties out."
Now that wording snapped him out of it: " 'Titties?' Don't word it like that," although he got the memo and slipped his shirt off. He doesn't bother addressing how your hand was clawing at his boxers though. He just drops a hand back between your thighs and runs the fingertips up to gather your wetness before finally making actual contact with your sensitive nub.
Your eyes bounced between Sae's face that wasn't tearing away from watching how you glistened on his fingers, to looking at where his hand massaged you. Your chest was rising and falling quicker, but in this moment you were having a thought that sometimes crossed your mind: you wished he was more expressive. Your boyfriend, and long time best friend, was the type of person that you didn't know if they were enjoying something based off of how they looked.
On top of that, you also didn't know what his sex life was like when he was in Spain for years before he returned. You could guess it was practically nonexistence, but he also certainly didn't kiss like an amateur. You had experience with your boyfriend but it wasn't like you ever came because of him— that loser couldn't even get you half as needy as you felt now.
Sae, promptly noticing your unusual silence, looked over to see you already staring. His fingers paused their circles when he noticed your nervous demeanor and how your eyebrows furrowed.
"What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" his fingers drifted away from you hesitantly while taking refuge on your thigh.
"Huh? No— no, I just.. uh.." you glanced away. Why on Earth were you suddenly so nervous! You'd been the one instigating this and started the kiss, so why did you feel your cheeks heat up and fight the need to avoid his gaze.
He called your name, bringing you out of your thoughts before repeating, "What's wrong?" concern laced in his apathetic voice, "I'll just stop." Then, he's removing his hand completely and moving to not lean over you; instead, sitting beside you once more.
"I don't want to stop— I.. I don't know: everything just hit me all at once I guess."
His eyes didn't look away from yours while you closed your legs but made no movement to retrieve your clothes. Staring in front of you, you just knew he was studying your expression.
"What did? That we were going to actually have sex, and you got nervous? It's fine if you want time—"
"No, I don't want time," you interrupt.
He's quiet for a beat more: waiting to see if you'd continue. Although when you didn't say anything else, he pressed: "Well I'm going to need you to explain a bit more then. You want to continue but you seem anxious, so I'm not doing anything till we figure it out."
He didn't ask you to look at him nor did he bring a hand up to tilt your head towards him. He didn't acknowledge that you were still half naked in his bed. All he did was wait for you to find the words.
"I didn't mean to freak you out by pausing. It just feels so different than with—" you stopped yourself quickly when you realized you were about to bring up your ex. God, how stupid would that be? Literally bringing up how you and your ex boyfriend had sex to Sae Itoshi: your boyfriend.
"It feels different for me too," he replied. Although you didn't finish your sentence, he knew what you were talking about. "I think it probably does feel different when you do this with people you love though."
Finally looking over at him, you could see how relaxed he presented himself. He was idly leaning against a few pillows that laid against the headboard of his bed. You couldn't see any visible tension in his facial features, nor did he sound the slightest bit displeased with talking about past sexual relationships.
It was silent for a moment before you warily asked, "So.. you have done stuff with other girls?"
It's not that you'd be upset or anything— far from it. The both of you just never discussed things like that, and he specifically never mentioned any flings.
He nodded: "Yes I have. I'm not a virgin or anything, but I wasn't in an actual relationship with any of the women."
"Two women. Both were back when I was in Spain."
At his confession, you nearly wanted to laugh. The way he previously worded it, it sounded like he was talking about some playboy. Apparently, your smile must've given away your thoughts as he himself smirked back.
"What's so funny? You thought no women liked me overseas?"
"No no! It's just," you stopped while trying to force yourself to not giggle; letting out a harsher breath of air, "The way you worded it. It made you sound like you had all sorts of women."
"Oh, no. Definitely not," he replied sincerely as his smirk dropped like he was disturbed by the idea. At that point, you couldn't hold back laughing. Sae felt whatever tense feeling he didn't even realized developed slowly unknot as he heard your laughs. "Alright, it's not that funny," he mumbled as if you couldn't see the smile working its way onto his face again.
"Sorry! I just feel so much better now," you replied and all Sae wanted to tell you was that if this had been weighing on your mind so much, you should've just asked him. Though he kept his lips sealed. Eventually you resumed, "I do uh.. want to continue though."
"Are you sure? I really don't mind waiting. You know I wouldn't lie to you."
"No— I mean if you're ready then I'm ready."
The pink haired man nodded but didn't move for a moment. His hand shortly did find itself moving back to you, but this time it sprawled over your stomach. He leans in and you caught on and just did the same as your lips met in a softer, embracing kiss.
You felt his hand on your stomach trail down, over your navel, then dip back into your wetness and allow his fingers to be coated. Your legs spread once more as you felt his hand nudge between your thighs. Your eyes clenched shut harder when you felt him insert a finger— his thumb rolling circles over your clit. Feeling his finger start to pump inside you, then another one shortly being added, you break the kiss as you gasp and lean your head back on the pillow. Eyes fluttering shut, you breathed out his name while your hips subtly grind upwards to his hand.
"Baby, keep your eyes open," his softer voice rang out as his fingers made a 'come hither' motion that had you choking back a moan. The pet name he used, something he almost never does, catches you off guard and just send another wave a heat gushing to where he was pumping his fingers in and out of.
Your eyes opened and immediately you see him already looking at you. Seeing how all his attention was focused on you, you had to force yourself to not close your eyes again.
"I-I want to be closer," you whined quietly. Instantly, Sae was already moving his free hand, which had been groping your tit over your shirt, to instead lay his arm behind your head. You lifted your head so his upper arm could fit under it as he scooted closer; not removing his fingers, though they did slow as his attention was broken.
"Is that better?" he asked while you laid entirely on your back and he was on his side molded against you. The shuttering breath you let out told him everything as his fingers quickened back to their previous speed.
Feeling him now pressed against you, his throbbing cock visible from the outlines of his sweatpants was even more noticeable. You moved your arm to reach for it as your hand tugged on the clothes.
"Can I...?" you whispered while looking up into his teal eyes. Almost instantaneously, he's nodding.
With that, you pull down his sweatpants and boxers just enough to reveal his aching cock. Delicately, your hand wraps around the base after running it over the head to gather any precum for lubricant.
His thumb switched to massaging figure 8's against your clit while he stared at how your hand began pumping his cock as you bit your lip— trying to concentrate despite the way your thighs twitched and quiver whenever his fingers pressed against your G spot.
"Just like that— fuck," he groans as he in return thrusted his fingers up into your pussy faster so they could prod against your walls. You let out a moan that has him reeling and forcing himself to not push his hips into your hand. You clearly had no problem in doing that though as your hips trembled from thrusting them up to meet his strokes.
The entire time, he's maintaining eye contact as he looks at how your hair is sprawled beautifully on the pillow and your mouth hangs open in awe. His face was just as flushed as yours.
"Shh I know, I know. Let me guide you," he manages out because he already knew exactly what you'd say judging by how tightly you began to clamp down on him. He kept thumbing at your sensitive clit while you whimpered and managed to keep fervently jerking his dick as it twitched and jumped in your palm.
Your entire body shudders while you smash your lips into his while he works you through your orgasm and coaxes you into slight overstimulation. Without even realizing, your hand left his swollen cock to instead grab at his forearm when he didn't stop plunging his fingers in.
You're quickly pulling out of the kiss as a string of whiny curses leave your mouth as your shaky hand pulls his off of you.
"Fuck fuck fuck— Sae, s'to much!" you feebly moaned as he couldn't help the smile on his face when he looked at you; already having a sweat bead on your temple.
"Okay okay, I'm done," he said while peppering kisses to your cheek. He truly got the biggest ego from making you come undone on his fingers within several minutes.
Your body just went limp against the mattress as your hand fell away from holding his forearm still and plopped onto your stomach. Though, when you recognized the heavy heat against your hip, you quickly realized you just blue balled the man.
"Oh shit, sorry. I didn't even notice— let me," your hand is darting to just pick up where you left off, but Sae's much larger hand is wrapped around your wrist in an instant. He's staring at you but didn't say anything for a second, for he was too preoccupied with licking your sweet juices off his ring and middle fingers.
You watched his fingers dip into his mouth as he sucked on them, then pulled them out to lick on them. He paused as if considering something while you stared at him dumbfounded, but then he made a decision and brought his fingers up to your lips. Instantly, you got his idea and eagerly opened your mouth and sucked on the digits. His fingers pressed onto the back of your tongue, but you just closed your eyes and welcomed it. Your tongue swirling around his fingers as they seeped into the warm space. Your boyfriend was accidentally holding his breath while watching you deepthroat his fingers before he eventually pulled them out when he decided you probably got them clean enough.
"You.. don't need to finish doing that," he said in reference to how he stopped you from continuing the hand job. "Is it okay if I—"
"Sae just do it," you swiftly retorted, and after hearing your words he's sliding down his boxers and sweatpants completely and moving to sit up again.
"Do you mind what position?" Sae asked casually, but on the inside his mind is moving a mile per minute. Not only is he trying to not completely lose his brain from how he was so horny and hot he felt like some animal, but he was focused on making you feel as good as possible.
"I want to be able to see you," and Sae was already moving his body between your spread thighs. Before he even grabs his dick to run it over your slit, he's pausing and then quickly grabbing a pillow.
"Lift your hips, pretty," then he's sliding the pillow underneath your ass so he has a better angle. His hands also trail up to bunch your shirt over your tits as he leans down to trail a few kisses over them. He gently swirls his tongue around one of your nipples while his hand pinched your other as you whimpered and squirmed.
"Sae!" you whined while dragging out the 'e' in his name till he pulled away from your breast. His hand grabbed the base of his cock and slowly dragged the head up and down your pussy to gather the slick.
"I'm getting there. You just look so gorgeous," he mumbles and you could literally feel your hole flutter at his praise. He starts to softly push the head through your first ring of muscles as you gasp, but then he freezes: "Shit, a condom. Here wait just a sec—"
"No it's okay. I'm on the pill," you insisted while a hand shot out to grip his. The thought of him having to get up and walk to his bathroom, where you accidentally found his box of condoms after simply trying to get a tampon one time, was miserable.
"Are you sure?" he insisted as he gazed down into your eyes. He moved your hand slightly so he could interlock fingers and just hold your hand.
"Yeah, it's okay. Just.. pull out."
He gave a nod in confirmation before he settled back and languishingly dragged his hips in slightly so his cock could shallowly grind against you. He didn't want to thrust in completely: instead giving you time to warm up.
"Shit," he whispered to himself once he bottomed out. You could see the way his abs flexed every time you accidentally tightened around him as his jaw went slack before he'd notice and compose himself once more.
"Start m-moving," you mumbled while he started to give you fuller thrust that gradually morphed into deeper ones. Once he finds his rhythm, your hand is gripping at his sheets while you moaned each time he bottomed out and his slightly curved tip brushed against your G spot.
Sae, on the other hand, is letting out heavy breaths while watching how your face lewdly contorts each time he pumped you full of himself. The hand that wasn't getting gripped to death by yours reached down to your leg and hooked under your knee: throwing it over his shoulder as he leaned his body downwards so his chest almost touched yours.
"You feel so good," he rasped as he bullied into your sloppy, aching hole. His hand retreated from holding your thigh up and instead let you do that while his crawled downwards to rub at your neglected clit.
"S-slower, s'to quick!" you babbled while he tucked his head into the crook of his neck and pistoned his hips into the mess between your legs. Your hand left tearing at the sheets and instead clawed at his back; leaving red lines down the span of it.
"You can take it," he cooed as his fingers worked at your clit. He felt your nails drag down his back which had his mind reeling from the slight sting, but also let him know how good he was giving it to you.
"I'll cum t-though! Sae- Sae I'm gonna cum t-too quick," you mindlessly jabber.
Once he bottoms out inside you again, your body is tensing up as he feels you grip onto his cock tighter and causes him to lurch over you. He manages to keep thrusting as you cum and his thumb sweetens your release as it stimulates your clit.
As he feels your orgasm subside while he gently grinds his hips against yours, he's letting go of your hand and readjusting a bit. One arm finds its way under your waist and easily lifts your lower body to slide it closer to the edge of the pillow. His other hand slides under your head to cradle you close as he kisses a cheek softly before he just begins to pound into you again.
The harsh contrast between his attentive actions vs how roughly he's drilling into you sets your mind spinning as a hand threads between his pink locks and the other digs your fingernails into his shoulder blade.
"You like that huh?" he cockily grunts into your ear while you moan, half incoherent: "Who's fucking you this good baby?"
"Y-you! You are!" you garble as you feel the world spinning as overstimulation sets in and your eyes roll back. The only other sounds in the room being his thighs slapping against yours and the squelching noise of him nailing his dick into you.
His thrust start to get sloppy as you hear his breath hitch and grip around you tighten as your chest brushes against his in the hug. He holds you close, moans spilling out of his lips softly before he abruptly pulls away: pulling out of your dripping pussy and letting ropes of white, pearly cum decorate your stomach. Small trickles of cum still escaping that trickle down his shaft deliciously.
His body is visibly trembling too as shaky breaths leave his lips while he looks at the mess he made. Your body laid out beautifully in front of him with cum dripping before your fingers dipped down and swiped against your skin: collecting a wad on your finger and bringing it to your lips. He watches with his jaw dropped in a small 'O' before his swallows his spit and collapses at your side.
His hand cards into your locks as he pulls you down for another kiss despite your lips still being smeared with his seed. As an athlete, he had the endurance to go another few rounds. Though when he looked at you and felt the quiver in your body, he knew not to push you too far.
"You were so perfect," he lovingly whispered after he pulled away from the kiss. He just tucks a strand of hair behind your ear while his eyes trace over your features and notices the fatigue. "Are you okay?"
"M-mhm.. just.. hold me for a bit," you request as he pulls you closer into him.
"Do you want me to start a shower?" he then asks because he knows he got you all sticky. You sleepily shake your head no while tucking yourself into his chest.
"No I just wanna lay.. we can bother with that in the morning... I love you," you murmured as you felt one of his hands stroking at your back.
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A/N: I just have to say that right after I finished writing this & began to save it, I somehow added it to my 'queue' and thought it completely deleted. my heart actually fell out of my ass
