wanderlust | s. itoshi

Thirty

IF ONE HAD ASKED ITOSHI SAE what the greatest pleasures in life were, he would've insisted that waking up besides [y/n] was one of them.

The midfielder let out a blissful sigh as he tugged the [h/c] girl closer, not satisfied until she was pressed against his chest with not a millimeter of space between them. Burying his nose into the crook of her neck, he relished in her soothing scent all the while snuggling into her comforting warmth.

True to his words, Sae hadn't done anything beyond cuddling the previous night, but that certainly didn't imply that his thoughts were tame—far from it. The male could hardly sleep, kept awake by the fantasies that plagued his mind and tempted him to sin.

All night he'd struggled to balance the desire to allow her a well rested night's sleep with his suffocating need to fuck her raw and never stop. It wasn't until his drowsiness took over that, at last, the midfielder was freed from his turmoil for a few short hours.

A deep exhale left Sae's lips as he allowed his eyes to roam [y/n]'s sleeping figure, noting the way her brows cinched adorably in response to the light disturbance, and he couldn't help reaching out to smooth the wrinkle with a loving smile.

Sae found solace in touching her, as though he were in constant fear that she was just a figment of his imagination and touching her proved that fear wrong. After all, she was someone so radiant, so utterly perfect in his eyes that she defied his very own perception of reality.

But perhaps such sentiment was useless because even if had been the case that [y/n] truly didn't exist beyond his mind's creation, the midfielder would have gladly immersed himself in a world of delusional for as long as she was in it too.*

His fingers eventually trailed further down, pausing at the plush lips that had teased him every waking hour and haunted each one of his most vivid dreams.

Then, they trailed to her jaw, running along the edge while he admired the way her supple skin felt beneath his fingers tips.

When he finally reached her neck—slender and delicate—his gaze darkened, and before he knew what he was doing, his fingers already fitted themselves to its curvature.

If she were to ever leave him...

He lightly squeezed, applying no where near enough pressure to remotely harm her, but just enough to feel her quickening pulse beneath the surface.

"You're not planning on choking me to death, are you?" [y/n] spoke, startling him as her eyes opened to reveal blazing [e/c] hues that left him breathless.

"What?" Stunned by her words, Sae drew his hand back, his fingertips still tingling from the memory of her warmth. Maybe if the male hadn't been so unprepared, he would've noticed the humorous undertone of her question, but he didn't.

"I'd kill myself before I hurt you, [y/n]" he answered honestly, the weight of his response making [y/n] pull away with a frown.

That wasn't the normal response, or was it?