· · ────── ꒰ Itoshi Sae ꒱ ────── · ·
· · ☆ ☆ contents . . . slight suggestive ⸝⸝ relationship ⸝⸝ body worship ⸝⸝ kissing ⸝⸝ licking ⸝⸝ sweet ⸝⸝ wholesome ☆
ֶָ֢ ꮽ ݁ Forged by divinity itself ㅤꨄ︎
ֶָ֢ ꮽ ݁ Sae as your boyfriend x femreader ꨄ︎
· · ────── ꒰ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ꒱ ────── · ·
Sae’s body is sculpted to perfection.
Every inch of skin, every muscle, every perfectly curated line in his body. All of it was sculpted from his own hard work, determination and brilliance.
You knew that—saw each and every change in his body, month after month.
Yet regardless of it all, of how much did or didn’t change. You still loved him—you always found beauty in every inch of him.
He was forged by divinity itself. That was the only possible explanation as to why you always urged to kiss, mark—to worship all of him.
And Sae? He always let you.
Moments like these were rare.
Moments where he allowed himself to feel the softness—the sweetest kind of poison to mark his warm skin.
Moments where he allowed you to touch him with utter tenderness, to trace every part of him…your fingertips writing out your love to him.
His body was ethereal, enchanting—it lured you in. A kind of spell you didn’t want to escape, one you wanted to dive deep under until you couldn’t breathe without it.
That’s the effect he had on you.
But it wasn’t just his body—but his heart too.
Because the heartbeat under your palm as your hand rested in his chest…told you everything he didn’t say.
Sae looked like a god, stretched across your sheets—bare, golden, a touch ruined from the night. The silver glow of moonlight painted his face in something softer, something raw—something more ethereal than any touch of makeup ever could.
Something so ethereal it was undeserving to exist. To appreciate. To love.
But only you could. Only you could appreciate these sides of him. You were the only person he allowed to see him like this, exposed and vulnerable.
The city outside was dim, washed in sleepy lights, and the low, slow, measured rhythm of his breathing. Sae didn’t speak. He rarely ever did after moments like these. He didn’t need to. Not when his silence pressed heavier than words ever could. Not when his breaths told stories only you could ever understand.
Sae didn’t look at you. His head tilted against the pillow, one arm slung across his chest like he owned the air in the room, staring at the ceiling as if it might tell him something new. It didn’t. But that didn’t bother him.
Sae liked the silence—that was his oxygen, his relaxation. He lived for it. Because these were the only stilled moments where he allowed himself to feel…okay.
Sae never begged for attention, intimacy, love or praise. He didn’t need reassurance—not Itoshi Sae. But that didn’t exactly stop you from giving it. From letting your love bleed into the silkiness of his skin, the softest kind of worship. The kind that made his breath hitch.
The kind that made him melt a little under your touch.
You leaned over him slowly, deliberately, palm resting just inches away from his torso, the silkiness of the sheets wrinkled under your touch. You let your fingertips ghost over his cheekbones. His skin was warm, smooth, velvety under your warmth. Untouched by the chaos of a world that always demanded more from him. You didn’t speak. Just dipped low, your lips brushing over his mouth—soft, slow, patient.
Not hungry. Not rushed. The kind of kiss that wasn’t meant to take, but to give, to pour all of yourself into him. Your fingers slid lower, tracing his plush skin until your fingers ghosted along the line of his jaw, barely holding his chin. You felt him twitch beneath it. Barely. A flicker. A shift in breath.
But he didn’t stop you. Simply watching you.
His lips were swollen—already marked by earlier kisses and your slow, sweet indulgence. You raised your hand, pressing your palm softly against his cheek, your thumb gently tracing over his bottom lip, feeling the heat, how plush and sweet he was.
And then you kissed him again. Just once this time. Just enough to feel it. To remember the shape of him beneath your mouth. To feel the tenderness of his lips. To savour the softness, the warmth of his tongue against yours—the rare sweetness he’d let slip through. Rarely. But for you? He didn’t mind.
You didn’t press for more. You didn’t need to.
You moved lower. Your breath dusted the sharp rise of his cheekbone. His lashes fluttered—long, unreasonable pretty things, unfair on someone so cold, so detached. But you kissed them anyway. One, then the other. Light. Feather-soft. As if he might shatter if you pressed any harder.
You felt the shift in his chest—something that wasn’t steady. His heart certainly wasn’t. And yet, he still didn’t push you away.
Not that he would. He couldn’t deny you as much as he stated he would. Because for you? He’d always let you in. Every. Single. Time.
You ghosted your lips down to the hollow beneath his eyes. The delicate, pale skin there. He didn’t flinch, but you knew—he was listening. Sensing. Memorising every place your lips touched, brushed, marked. Such an attentive little thing he was. So incredibly sweet for you. And when you licked his cheekbone—slow, languid, a taste just for you—you saw, felt the corner of his jaw twitch.
And it nearly made you smirk—nearly.
You leaned in, close enough to feel the shell of his ear brush your lips. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, low, honey-sweet, a touch of seductiveness. “You know that, don’t you?” A pause. No reply. But his body spoke in that silence. A tilt of his head. A flex of his fingers against the sheets. Slim teal eyes staring back at you, a little curious, a little indulgent in your acts. You nibbled at this earlobe, then kissed it, soft and sweet, smoothing the slight ache, before descending again.
His neck was next—clean lines, firm muscle beneath his fair, flawless skin. You kissed along the curve of it, slow and reverent. Your tongue traced the ridge of his collarbone. You didn’t suck hard. You didn’t scratch. You didn’t bite. You just left the faintest marks on his skin—subtle, but present.
Every touch was meant to cherish. To admire. To worship him.
Your hands brushed over his chest, quiet and deliberate, lingering this time–fingers splaying lightly as if committing the shape of him to memory. You felt the quiet strength beneath your palm, the steady rhythm of his heart that he finally had control over, accustomed to your acts by now, the controlled rise of his breathing, the way his muscles tightened for just a second before easing under your touch, your charm…your command.
Slowly, your hands drifted down, tracing the fine, sculpted strength of his arms, curling his biceps in soft, teasing motions. He was warmer now, intensely so. Tense, but now? He refused to look at you.
Your lips followed the cut of his arm, down to the curve of his bicep, kissing along the muscle with deliberate slowness. Such a sweet little tease you were, not that Sae would agree with, but he couldn’t quite complain about the softness of each kiss, each touch–each breath held over him.
It took everything in you not to sink your teeth into that sweet, solid bicep—plush with the perfect amount of muscle, just begging to be marked, to be marked by you only. You mouthed at the inside of it, where his skin felt thinner, more sensitive, pressing a lingering kiss there, feeling the muscle twitch under your lips. You licked the spot feverishly, teeth grazing over the skin before sucking lightly, marking him.
You took his hand—large, beautiful, calloused in ways that spoke of discipline—and brought it to your lips. You kissed each knuckle, one by one, feeling the softness of his skin, the hands he takes so well care of. You moved to his fingertips, letting your teeth graze them—slow enough that his breath was caught in the back of his throat. Your tongue traced the fine, pale lines of his veins, following the map of his hand as if something sacred.
You held his hand to your cheek, feeling the weight of it, the warmth. His fingers twitched once—barely a curl, like an instinct he didn’t mean to show—and your lips followed them, kissing them. Loving him in every way he deserved. In every way he needed.
“You don’t even know,” you murmured, softly against his skin, “how much of you I’d worship.”
Your hands slid back up his arm, steady this time, fingers grazing along the length of him, tracing the subtle definition beneath his skin. Your thumb brushed gentle, unhurried paths as you pressed, coaxing warmth into every inch of skin you touched, like you were easing something tight and hidden beneath the surface.
An enchanting little spell.
“Because this…,” your graze trailed over his body, staring down at the faint red hues marked along his skin. An innocent, sinful act committed by your lips. “Just simply isn’t…enough. Not for you.”
You leaned down to kiss the base of his throat, then down the line between his pecs. Every inch of him was mapped in silence, but claimed with care, with love. Your lips pressed soft, adoring kisses to his sternum. His abs. Every defined line of him, earned through discipline and absolute perfection.
You paused at his waist—so slim, so perfectly yours. Your fingertips traced there slowly, dragging along the dip of his hipbones with quiet, purposeful intention. Your touch was light, lingering enough to feel the subtle shift between his skin, the restrained tension that was tightened by your contact. You stayed there a moment too long, letting your fingers ghost over the same spot, over and over, like you knew exactly what it did to him. Because you did.
You didn’t pull him closer. Didn’t demand. You just touched. Like he was art—forged by divinity itself, and you were so lucky to even be allowed near it. So lucky to even be able to touch it. So lucky to be even allowed to worship him the ways you always did. And even now, he still hadn’t spoken. But his chest was rising, slower. Calmer.
When you finally looked up, his gaze was already on you—half-lidded, unreadable, but fixed. He didn’t ask why—he never really did. And that was the thing about him. Sae never needed to tell you what he wanted. He simply let you give.
And that was the greatest gift of all.
🧸🍰 A sweet post for my baby @dearlysaes ^.^ I hope this gives you some motivation for your exams.
I love you so so soooo muchhh and I really do hope you like this (even extended it for youuu).
