Gift Details ♥
Reader Style: afab
Character: Sabo
Vibe: NSFW Consensual
AU: Government Mandated Marriage AU
Prompt: Unresolved Sexual Tension 

Summary: You and Sabo are getting along well, but while the tension keep building, nothing seems to be able to break it.

Content Notes: harried foreplay, fingering, oral, tension-break, Sabo calls you dove.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

The first meeting had gone off without much of an issue. You and Sabo got along well enough, and had plenty in common to talk about. Both of you had surrogate guardians at your first meeting, neither of you being on good terms with your own parents. You were able to easily joke about how awful things would've been, if including living biological parents were a requirement of the match process.

Moving in together had gone well. His brothers had helped with a lot of heavy lifting, and your friends had helped you both get things organized. The apartment was going to be temporary, but it was less mess to start there than it was to go in on a house before the wedding. Rematches might be rare, but not impossible.

Not that a rematch was your problem.

Nothing, honestly, was wrong between you and Sabo, except maybe you were both on rocky footing when it came to physical interactions. You'd both shown the other your scars, or most of them - best to get something like that out of the way when the point was marriage and eventually children.

But when it came to physical contact, it was almost like it was too much. Your fingers had brushed over one another's a couple times, and his gloved hands had been on your waist as you'd moved by one another in the kitchen. You both still had separate rooms, which was normal at this point, but as flustered as the light brushes of contact had you both, nothing more had happened.

He was hot, and having seen him shirtless was not helping you and your situation. You wanted more, but more was terrifying. You weren't dense either, and you were certain he was almost in the same exact boat as you. You both got along well enough, and maybe the Government had simply matched two people who were too similar.

It was all going to fall apart if you couldn't get it together.

The night before, Sabo had - you think - attempted to break the tension. He'd taken you out on a date, leaving the apartment for a while and "arriving" to pick you up and take you out. It was silly and adorable and sweet all in one. There was dinner, and a movie, and you both had fun. You sat together on the same side of the booth at the restaurant, nearly touching the entire meal.

The conversation wasn't tense, but the glances here and there, and the trembling need to just touch one another built and built.

In the theater Sabo put his arm around your shoulders, though the divider between seats kept you from leaning into his side. Even with his arm across your shoulders his hand seemed to avoid making contact too often, just the occasional soft tap against your arm when he wanted to lean in and say something about the movie.

At the end, he walked you back up to the apartment door, acted as though he meant to leave you for the night, and leaned in. Closer, and closer, and your eyes slipped along the shape of his lips, your tongue against your own for a moment. You were certain your heart would beat out of your chest, and the soft flush of pink in his face left you thinking he was in the same boat.

Desperate to keep control, and equally desperate to break the tension that had been building between you both since the first meeting. The soft brushes of skin here and there weren't nearly enough to provide even a modicum of relief.

Before the distance could be overcome, however, your neighbor came out of their apartment. Sabo stepped back and you both greeted the kind older woman. He told her to be careful going out so late, and offered to help if there was an errand she was going to run. She declined, but thanked him, and nothing in her body language suggested that she knew what you two had just been about to do, but when she left the tension was overshadowed by a nervous energy.

It had been a bit painfully awkward, but you both reiterated you had a good time, and then you both turned in for the evening.

In your own rooms.

Not that you really slept all that much. You were awake for hours thinking you should just knock on his door. You should do that, and pull him in and snog him right in the hall. Where no sweet neighbors can interrupt. When he could lean back and welcome you into his room.

Into his bed.

Now you were in the kitchen, the barest hint of sleep keeping you upright as you began to make coffee. You had nothing more than a shirt on and some socks, and barely registered Sabo's voice as he yawned and came into the kitchen. You mumbled good mornings to one another.

After a few minutes Sabo taps your shoulder.

"Hey, are you actually awake?"

"Mmhm." You murmur, sleepily.

"Are you sure?" He questions, amusement in his voice.

"M'sure."

"The coffee's been done for five minutes, dove."

"Hmm?" You look up at the tone, giving him a sleepy look. Sabo nearly sucks his lips into his mouth trying not to laugh at how adorable you look, and he points at the coffee machine. You turn to look and realize it's been done. "Ah." You manage softly.

"Here, let me make grab cups, and you can sit do-."

"Sabo?" You interrupt, as he has leaned forward against you to reach the mugs in the cupboard. The warmth of his body is burning through your nightshirt and your mind can't muster up the energy to be embarrassed right now.

"Hm?"

At least not embarrassed enough to stop you.

"... Kiss me."

There's a small flurry of motion as Sabo drops, and catches, the mug in his hand before setting it on the counter. You turn to face him, unable to bring your gaze up despite the courage you've found in your sleep deprived haze.

"I... couldn't sleep last night because I wanted you to kiss me, and," you murmur, the heat rising into your face and burning away the sleepy haze that had been emboldening you. "And... more."

"Pardon me," he says softly, finger hooked under your chin as he lifts it up. There's no pause, his lips against yours the second he's positioned your face as needed. The sweet thrill that rushes through you, has your arms around his waist, the two of you pulling one another closer.

The kiss shatters the tension between the both of you, leaving hands to wander, and lips to seek out other sweet places. There was nothing perfectly planned about the kiss, but it was perfect regardless.

Sabo pulls off your nightshirt, barely breaking his lips away from your body any longer than needed, and fans the shirt out on the kitchen before you pull off his boxers. Scarred and strong fingers slip between your thighs and deft movements pull sweet sounds from your lips as you lean against him. The mischievous smile paints his lips for the moments you can see them between the hungry kisses beginning to devour your skin.

He's down on his knees before you, holding your back against the refrigerator, legs hooked over his shoulders as his mouth is between your thighs before you've full grasped that you're in that position. You gasp and whine, fingers in his hair as his mouth brings the first wave of pleasurable relief through your body.

You tense, body caught between him and the cold metal doors at your back. The cool metal may be the only thing keeping you from burning up. He doesn't stop until you're whimpering his name and begging for mercy.

Your mind is hazy from lack of sleep and now the afterglow of an orgasm. Sabo moves you easily as he lays down on the cold, hard kitchen tile, easing you carefully to straddle him. He gives you a few moments to come back around, rubbing his stiff cock slowly against your slit.

When you shift your hips against him in response he grins. "Welcome back."

"Don't tease me," you huff, sinking against his hip more and really grinding into his cock.

"I just didn't want to go further until you were focused." He assures you, voice shivering against the pleasure building up in him. "As... as for teasing," he sighs, as you lift your hips enough to press the head of his length against your entrance.

You reach down and steady him as you sink down slowly. Sabo's hands are hot against your skin, wondering and touching everything he could, while also helping to keep you stable. His eyes shift from your face, to the sight at his hips, sharp and focused as you took all of him.

A soft swear slips between his teeth as his fingers tighten against you.

"I'm surprised..." You huff softly as you slowly begin to ride him. "I didn't expect you'd relinquish control like this."

A soft chuckle escapes Sabo as he holds your hips and thrusts up into you easily, pulling control from you for a moment before he settles again.

"Floor's hard, is all."