Birthday Request Event - 2024

Gift 31 - Sabo x afab!reader

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.