𝄞 sae's oral fixation / f!reader / filthy smut
it started off innocent— your boyfriend sweetly handfeeding you while yours were busy digging in your purse. sae was never the type for theatrics, but he wasn't cruel enough to deny you the food you were so excited to try. however, the moment your lips brushed against his fingers, something new ignited within him. a crackling fire in the depths of his protected heart.
so when his legs were spread, leaning back against the soft, rich cushioning of his couch, you were straddling his clothed thigh — completely bare waist under.
the best part? he was on a phone call. an important one at that. even so, he made no effort to stop you, his lithe fingers softly rubbing your waist. "you just love to bother me, huh?" sae scoffs at the phone, before deadpanning. "i already told you it's a shit project."
his harsh words blend in with your soft panting, making your mind fuzzy. this is common. you tell yourself, hands steadied at his broad shoulders as you rub your clit over his thigh once more. messing his slacks with your wet slick. he's barely in the mood for anything else.
your lost thoughts hang around as you grind on him, mindlessly trying to get off before you hear the tantalizing click of sae's tongue. "sae, ah—" you pant into his free ear. his brows furrow before his fingers dig into the plush of your ass, "shh, i'm on the phone, love." he whispers against your temple.
but you don't let up. holding him close, grinding faster, and whining louder. "fuck—" you mewl, hips rolling at a desperate pace, his toned thighs sculpting the perfect spot to rub on. "right there!—"
his fingers slip into your mouth, your lips brushing against his knuckles.
"right there?" he hums, his occupied hand moving to slot his phone between his ear and shoulder, coming over to draw precise circles over your throbbing clit. the sensation entices a gasp around his digits before he rubs at the back of your tongue. "told you to be quiet." sae murmurs softly, ignoring your soft gagging. "i-i can't." you whine, muffled by his digits, feeling your core tighten with searing heat.
sae only scoffs, before slipping two long fingers into your aching hole. "you can." he mockingly encourages, his thumb coming over to rub over your clit. "now, where was i?" he absentmindedly mutters into the phone, ignoring the drool pooling at his knuckles. his fingers ramming in and out of you at a brutal pace. obscene squelching fill the room. "the project's shit, your pestering is seriously something, and—"
his fingers curl into a gummy, wet spot, enticing muffled sobs. sae pauses — only momentarily, before a faint smile graces his lips, curling and rubbing up into the same spot. over and over.
your hips jerk, brain too mushy to even right now, and his hand covered in drool. the pooling heat in your tummy snaps, gushing all over his fingers.
you need air. need to breathe, need to kiss him—
until sae's digits pull out of your hole, the emptiness foreign and empty. he quickly uses the pads of his fingers to rub filthily at your clit. it felt completely numbing, yet at the same time — like everything all at once.
you squeal into his shoulder, mouth still occupied as obscene noises permeate the living room. your thoughts are barely coherent, you can process only these words:
"—i'm not joining, so don't call me again."
he pulls out the fingers from your mouth to hang up, brows furrowing at your saliva on his screen.
"hm."
god, he's the furthest thing from sweet. (even though he still hand feeds you all the time.)
