An Offer by LHatake87

Tags: Free!, smut

I hadn't really planned on taking a dip in the pool and soaking in the hot tub, but the hotel pool was indoor/outdoor, where you could swim under the wall, and I just had to do it. It reminded me of when I was a kid, when my parents would take me on vacation, and the highlight was swimming in the hotel pool. I had my simple bikini, which is f/c in color and a typical cut. It was nothing too revealing, though a bikini doesn't leave much to the imagination, I suppose. I pulled on my black mesh cover and grabbed a white hotel towel before I grabbed my keycard and phone and headed down to the pool.

I waited until ten, two hours allotted for adults until the pool closed. I tapped my foot with impatience as the elevator seemed to take forever. The high-pitched ding had me squealing as I darted out of the confining box as soon as the doors opened. Key card in hand, I swiped myself into the room and tossed everything into a chair, including my cover-up, before diving in. I swam under the divider and popped up outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air. I lay on my back, floating and gazing at the starry sky above. It wasn't as clear as back home, but it was still a beautiful sight.

"Excuse me." It was muffled, but I heard someone speak, so I moved to stand. However, I found the bottom was much further down than I thought.

I kicked and began panicking. Though I was a skilled swimmer, I was caught off guard and surprised by the new voice. A splash filled my ears, and a moment later, I was being pulled to the shallow end of the pool. The arm around my waist was taught with muscles that corded through it, and I found my hands holding it tightly. When I was sitting on the edge of the pool, I opened my eyes and took a sharp breath in.

Green eyes stared back at me, and I felt a heat radiate from me as desire filled my entire being. A pool formed between my legs, and a burning in the pit of my stomach began to flicker to life. Maybe it was the near drowning, or maybe the fact that he saved me, but I couldn't help but want this man before me. Olive brown hair, a look of concern, and a barely-there blush on his cheeks. He was tall enough that where he stood in the shallow end, and where I sat, put his lips at my forehead. Those lips... my eyes cut to them again.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

"No, no, it's okay." I urged. "Please, it's alright. I didn't know I was so far into the deep end."

"Are you okay?" He straightened up a little more, which brought his body closer to mine.

I hadn't realized how I was sitting or how close we were, but those kissable lips were just a few inches away. He was between my legs, his hands holding my bare waist; my skin was hot where he touched, and I didn't want him to pull away. I wasn't one to work off of impulse, but there was just something about this man. His olive brown hair was disheveled and wet from diving into the water. His body was—oh my.

"Miss?" He asked again.

"I'm sorry, yes. Yes, I'm fine." I smiled up at him and placed my hands on his forearms, trying to keep him as close as possible.

"I didn't want to startle you by jumping in, and I still did." He laughed awkwardly.

"It's okay. I'm embarrassed that I panicked like that. For someone who loves to swim, you think I'd know better." It was my turn to laugh at my misfortune.

"My name is Makoto Tachibana. While I'm happy we met, I wish it was under better circumstances." He smiled and tilted his head ever so slightly, and my throat went dry. He was perfect.

"Y/n. At least you didn't have to give me mouth-to-mouth." At my words, the blush that had previously disappeared returned quickly. I giggled slightly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Not at all, I just- you're a beautiful woman, and- crap- I-" I put a single finger to his lips and silenced him.

"I wasn't complaining about you kissing me if that's what you thought. We're both adults here, right?" He nodded, and I pulled my finger away slowly. I bit my lip, and his eyes cut down before coming back to my own eyes.

"C-can I?" When I gave him a slow nod, he leaned in, the water stirring slightly as he closed the distance between our bodies and lips.

There was a softness to the kiss that I couldn't even describe, like the softest silk was brushing against a velvety smooth rose petal. He was slow and precise, almost timid with his actions as he tilted his head while gripping my neck to angle mine as he wished. The kiss deepened even more when he felt the moan creep from my throat at his sudden domination, guiding my body where he wanted it. The height of the pool ledge was perfect for me to feel his growing need against my warming core.

My hands slid up that toned body of his, memorizing the details of the muscles I wasn't sure I'd ever feel again. One hand in his hair, running through those soft brown locks, the other hooked around his neck, giving me some leverage to rock my hips against him. He groaned into the kiss as his hand on my neck tightened while his free hand wrapped even further around me. I offered him another roll of my hips, and we both moaned this time.

"I'm sorry." He breathed as he broke away, moving a few feet back.

I shook my head quickly, "Don't be, I- I didn't want you to stop."

"You mean..." I only nodded slightly at his unasked question.

Those few feet he had moved away seemed like inches when he was on me again. Hands untying my top as he kissed me, this time a feverish need in his pace. It seemed like this was also unlike him, to live on impulse, but we both were just going with it. I moaned again as I felt his stiff erection pressed to my core, my body rocking at its own will. Makoto began kissing his way down my body, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses as he did.

"Ah." A small gasp of pleasure fell from my parted lips as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking softly on the stiff bud. His free hand massaged my other breast before he switched the treatment.

Makoto guided me to lay back before he slipped my bikini bottoms from me. I couldn't tell you where my clothing was, and I didn't particularly care. He bent his perfect body over me and began kissing my stomach and hips. He lifted my legs over his shoulders just before I felt his tongue glide over my slit and clit. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning too loudly, though I did feel a small chuckle from Makoto at the sound that escaped me.

He first pushed his tongue inside of me, savoring my taste; when he moved his mouth upwards to my clit, a finger was tracing my entrance in a teasing dance. I arched my back, trying to convince him to push inside of me, but it only warranted more teasing. Finally, at a lazy stride, he pushed his finger into me. His fingers were long and thick, so when he pulled out and pushed two into me, I gasped for the second time that night.

"Heavens, don't stop," I whispered.

Makoto didn't stop. He began at a faster pace, and his strokes matched his suckling perfectly. I cut my eyes down to those green ones and saw he was just as curious about me as I was about him. The desire within those eyes was knee-wobbling, and I couldn't get enough of them or him. I began panting and closed my eyes as I dropped my head back, tugging lightly at his brown locks.

When he felt my walls begin to clench, he hummed in delight against my clit, making the knot snap completely. I tried to hold in the scream, but it was released into the night air instead, and I was thankful we were outside. Makoto pulled his fingers from me and licked them clean, making me bite my lip as I watched him. In one swift motion, I was pulled up and back into the shallow water, legs wrapped around that fantastic waist of his.

"I want to feel you." He rasped, lips brushing over mine slowly.

"Please," I begged.

With my arms around his neck, I kissed him, hard and desperate, hoping he would comply with my request. His hand slipped between us, and he began working on his swimsuit before I felt the head of his cock pressed to my aching core. We broke the kiss, both gasping when he began to thrust inside of me. Makoto walked a little further into the pool, most of us covered by water now and pressed me to the edge.

His hands held the side of the pool, using it as leverage as he began to pleasure us both. I wasn't sure how, but this was the best sex I've ever had. His body was in tune with mine, and I felt every thrust of his hips like it was the first. His cock rubbed in all the right places with every push, and he was the deepest I've ever felt.

"You're so tight." He groaned into my neck as he peppered my shoulders with kisses.

"God, you're perfect," I admitted. I should probably have been embarrassed, but I just couldn't help but say it.

I gripped the back of his neck tightly, and my other hand was desperately clawing at his back. I tried not to leave noticeable scratch marks, but I wasn't going to promise anything at this point. I could feel another wave coming, and I didn't want him to stop, so I rocked my hips, adding friction to his thrusts.

"Y-yes." I moaned into his lips.

"That's it." He persuaded.

When my walls clamped down this time, he kissed me hard, eating the scream of delight. Makoto didn't still, he didn't even slow as he chased his own end. When I felt him swell, I could fight back the orgasm that followed, making us both moan into the continued kiss. A few final thrusts of his hips and he stilled, not breaking the kiss as he did.

"Wow." I breathed as I pressed my forehead to his collarbone.

"I-"

"Don't you even think about apologizing?" I huffed a laugh, still trying to catch my breath.

I pulled away and saw the pink on his cheeks, making me worry slightly that maybe I pushed him too far. He was a sweet and gentle man, it seemed, though his body was-

I didn't finish my thoughts because he kissed me again. He pulled away and smiled sweetly at me before saying, "I'm not sorry. I was worried about you."

I blinked, slightly surprised, but I found my assessment to be correct. "Do you Want to go upstairs?" I asked a new bold determination setting in.

"How about we go to the hot tub first?" The man smirked, and I melted.

"I won't turn down that offer."

An offer he didn't refuse, and then an offer I didn't refuse. I was late to the conference the following day. Okay, we were both late to the conference the next morning. Come to find out, we both lived in Tokyo but opted to stay in the hotel, wanting a break from the day-to-day life. An offer is all it takes to change your life.