sae picks you up after work on a rainy day and the two of you spend the evening together, discussing the future of your relationship in between moments of intimacy
cw: SMUT, SPANKING, talks about marriage, reader and sae do NOT want kids, vasectomy discussion
my first sae fic!!!! i actually didnt gaf about sae for the longest time until i read fics about him and now hes another one of my many men!
very self indulgent bc i wish someone picked me up after work today when it was raining!!!! #oh to be loved #my shift was shitty too fmllll
The weather seems to have depleted with your mood, the clear sunny sky you’d seen at the start of your shift replaced by grey clouds and heavy rain by the time that you’re finished.
There is nothing more you want than to go home, and so you prepare yourself with dread to walk to your bus stop, umbrella in your hand at the ready.
When you reach your building’s foyer, you’re surprised to see the matching pair to your umbrella on the other side of the glass wall, its holder already looking at you with a small smirk at your confusion.
Itoshi Sae is standing outside your workplace.
He walks towards you as you enter the revolving door, making sure his umbrella covers you when you emerge.
“Sae, what are you doing here?” You ask, as the two of you start to walk.
“It’s raining,” he says, as if that’s enough reason for him, “I thought you’d prefer a nice car-ride home than a walk and a bus.”
Gratitude overwhelms you with intensity that makes your eyes misty, and soon, tears start falling down your face. Sae immediately notices from your silence and switches the hand that holds the umbrella to grab your elbow, forcing the two of you to a stop.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, worry in his face and his voice as he moves his hand down to hold yours, before moving it again to pull you towards his chest as you begin to sob.
The two of you stay like that for a while, Sae muttering comforting words mixed with kisses into your hair while his hand sweeps up and down your back - you can only clutch his coat in response as you cry. You pull away once you feel your tears subside, rubbing your snotty nose with the back of your hand to face him.
“You’re just so nice.” You say quietly, “You came to pick me up.”
“Of course I’d come to pick you up.” He says, slightly peeved that it seems outwardly to you, but it doesn’t stop him from caressing the side of your face. His thumb swipes over your tear streaks, and even the snot that leaks from your nose, the giggle you let out at that making him smile, “My niceness doesn’t usually make you cry though, what’s wrong?”
You sigh, fiddling with his coat’s zipper as you think of what to say, not wanting to overbear him with things that seem stupid to be sad about. You let out a noise of surprise as Sae’s hand suddenly moves to squish your cheeks together.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he says, and you let out a sound of whiny denial to which he only squeezes your cheeks more, “Whatever you’re feeling right now, it’s not stupid. You can trust me. I’m here for you.”
He lets his words sink in, your eyebrows raising, before letting go of your face, his hand falling to his side - you’re quick to grab it again.
“I know.” You say, “Thank you. I love you. And you know, of course I’m the same for you too-” Sae laughs at this - because of course you’re still able to prioritise him when you’re the one who’s upset, always full of love that he hopes to give back tenfold - and it makes you push his shoulder with a cute “Stop it, don’t laugh!”, before continuing.
“I just had a bad day at work.” Your smile is small, sheepish - but he knows it’s one attempting to appease.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I’ll listen if you do, though.”
You finally give him a real smile at that, and wrap your arms around him in a hug. He wraps his free arm around your shoulders again, kissing the top of your head, your temple, as the rain continues its torrent around the two of you. Your head lifts up to look at him.
“Can I talk about it in your car?” You smile with a tilt of your head, and Sae doesn’t bother to fight the urge that makes him kiss you, slow and long, his hand moving to the back of your neck to tilt your head and pull you closer, your chest meeting his as you stumble. When you separate, heavy breathes between your still-close mouths, he kisses your forehead, murmuring a “Let’s go” against it before walking the two of you to his car.
No longer do you feel dread or sadness - lovesick, instead, as you press yourself into Sae’s side.
Telling Sae about your bad day at work does make you feel better. So much better that you end up falling asleep in his car. When Sae pulls into his driveway, he makes sure he’s quiet when he leaves the car, quiet when he opens your side’s door to carry you bridal-style into his house, and quiet when he sits at his entryway, you in his lap as he takes off your shoes with your head on his shoulder.
Sae carries you to his room afterwards, changing you from your work clothes to a set of your pajamas he always has ready in his drawers, tucking his covers into you snuggly. He sits on the side of his bed, looking at you sleeping soundly. His hand caresses your forehead lovingly, fingers brushing down your scalp; he bends to kiss your forehead, about to leave and let you rest in peace, when you start to stir. You slowly blink your eyes open.
A humoured exhale leaves his nose.
"Is my name all you can call me? What about honey, or darling?" He jokes, and you let out a small laugh as you slowly sit up, his hand automatically placing itself at your lower back.
"I like your name, Sae. But if you really want me to, I guess I can call you... Sae-bae? Sae-sae?" You tease, pushing the covers away to shuffle closer to him so your shoulders touch. He scoffs, and you put your hand on his cheek to make him face you, searching his eyes to check that he's not actually upset.
"Guess I'm fine with just Sae then." He murmurs, kissing your forehead before going to kiss your lips, though he pauses when his mouth is just an inch away from yours, "Say it then."
"Sae." You say, breathily as your heart races at the proximity.
He smiles into the kiss as he finally closes the distance to press his lips to yours.
Kissing you is mind-consuming. There's nothing else Sae can think about when his mouth moves against yours; it's electric, sensual, passionate yet calculated, and it always makes him think about how he is, to have met someone as perfect as you, to be with you. He doesn't even realise he's been slowly leaning you back until your head hits the pillow again and he hands fall on either side of your head, gripping the pillow - his pillow, in his bed, at his house. The realisation makes him suddenly pull away.
"What's wrong?" You ask immediately, and he stays silent in favour of processing the scene in front of him: your hair splayed out and disheveled, lips parted and swollen. Your eyes look at him with concern, but they're still blown out with desire, and he thinks this look of yours is one of his favourites.
"Sae?" You say tentatively, hands moving from his shoulders to clasp behind his neck.
"Let’s move in together." He finally says, haphazardly, lowering himself to his elbows so he can be closer to you, legs still bracketing yours as he begins to kiss your jaw down to your neck.
"What?!-" You gasp when he bites, and you have to push him away by his shoulders before you lose all focus, not letting yourself be deterred by his pout either.
“Are you serious?” You ask, breathless, and his eyes look at you with such desire, like you’re the only thing he wants in life, you almost want to stop talking and go back to kissing him - almost, “You can’t just drop that out of nowhere.”
Silence fills the room, and it’s been so long of you and Sae just staring at each other that when he starts moving off of you, you think he’s going to leave the room in embarrassment - you quickly sit up and reach out to him with a desperate call of his name, wanting to tell him that you feel the same, only for him to stay seated on his bed next to you, legs spread out in front of him.
He pulls you to sit on his lap and you steady yourself on his shoulders, his hands resting on your hips, gently kneading. He says your name and you can’t read his face, anticipation blooming in your stomach.
“I meant to ask you in a different setting. Somewhere more romantic. And on a day where I was, perhaps more prepared. But you being here, in my house, in my bed, it messes me up, because I want nothing more than to be with you forever. It just came out without me realising.”
One of his hands slides up to the back of your neck to press your foreheads together, and yours move too to his as you both close your eyes.
“I want you here. At my house. In my life. Always. I always have, and I always will. In fact, sometimes I think it’s never enough. I find myself purposely making space for you so you’ll stay with me, fill up my time more. I’ve always got clothes for you in my wardrobe, your skincare is stocked for months in my bathroom, I keep the water jug filled at all times because I know that’s the only thing you drink, I have every Twilight movie CD in my living room because you love to rewatch them. I did all of that myself, because I wanted to, because I want you, always. You never asked, and you didn’t have to, you never do. I’ll keep making space for you for the rest of my life because I’m so irrevocably, madly in love with you. I love you.”
He says those last three words with such devotion, honest and earnest, his voice pleading as he hopes you understand - and he thinks you do, when he pulls away slightly to see your eyes shining with happiness.
“Do you want to live together? With me?”
Your “Yes” is quick, and muffled at the end when you close the distance to kiss him hard.
“Sae, I’d love to move in with you.” You whisper against his lips.
“... How about tomorrow then?”
“Sae!” You exclaim, not sure if he’s joking.
“If you’d let me, I’ll pay the early cancellation fee for your lease. And all the moving trucks” He says it with such seriousness, it makes the laugh you both break into the more cozy. He squeezes your hips once and presses his face into your neck.
“I’m serious,” he murmurs against your neck, pressing a kiss there absentmindedly, “I’ll make it happen the second you want it.”
You make him meet your eyes again, cupping his face to tilt his head up, and he looks up at you with such intensity you have to hold back a gasp.
“Sae,” You lean down to kiss him once, “I love you. But you know, I’m actually quite attached to my place. I’ll need some time to mourn, and you know I have so many things to pack. I only have 2 months left of my lease, can you wait until then? My landlord is evil, the cancellation fee is huge and I don’t want either of us to waste money on that.”
“...When your lease finishes then.”
You let out a small laugh at his disappointment.
"When my lease finishes. Thank you, Sae. I love you.”
The two of you are quick to resume your initial activities, lips immediately locking as the last word leaves Sae’s lips. The energy between the two of you has been charged by declarations of love, movements frenzied and desperate, mouths clashing in synchronised devotion. Your hands tighten in his hair, making him groan low into your mouth, and his hands move down to your ass, cupping before groping and you whine in response, hips rutting into his.
The hardness that presses into your crotch sends a shiver up your spine, and you chase the feeling, starting to grind down on him in firm circles that make him part from your lips to let out a moan.
He’s quick to flip you over at that moment, on top of you again, faces close and out-of-breath as he lifts one of your legs to wrap around his hips, a hand pushing your lower back against him to give him more leverage to grind into you.
The sound you let out is devastating, his erection pressing into you at the perfect angle and force - it makes him whine against your lips as well.
You let out a please as you pull out his shirt from his slacks, and he continues grinding into you the way you like, your arms wrapping around his neck to press him against you, the little space left between your bodies reduced to nothing. The position makes it so that your moans directly hit his ears, and his to yours, spurring each other on, the only sounds that fill the room a symphonic duet of bliss.
The two of you continue moving like that for what you want to be forever, connected waves of pleasure and movements pushing you both close to ecstasy. Eventually, Sae lowers you back on the bed to pull away, and you immediately protest, trying to pull him close again as you whine, your vocabulary reduced to no and please.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you.” He whispers, and you trust him with your life.
He kisses your forehead tenderly, a contrast to his previous force, and then your lips, before his hands hold the bottom of your top to pull off. You let him, arms raising to help him, and he drops it to the floor next to him. He’d already taken your bra off when changing your clothes, so he wastes no time cupping your breasts with his hands, kneading as his thumbs lightly brush over your nipples. The teasing stimulation has you writhing, knees raising and heels digging into the bed, noises threatening to leave your throat. You force them down, even moreso when Sae starts circling the hard buds, your face and head twisting in pleasure against the pillow. Sae notices, of course, and he’s quick to hold your chin to face him full-on.
“Let me hear you, sweetheart.”
Sae knows you like that pet name best, and so is far from surprised when you immediately let out a high-pitched whine. He continues his movements, if only to hear your salacious noises, his mouth soon replacing one of his hands. You are so sensitive, the wetness of his tongue, his lips, on your breast, encouraging the wetness that you can feel soaking your underwear.
You whine his name, and Sae takes that as a sign to take your trousers off next, before he continues trailing his kisses downwards, his mouth teasing a promise of what’s to come as he eventually reaches the top of your underwear.
Your underwear is cute. He’s told you before, how he likes how you only get the ones with a bow at the front (“It’s boring otherwise!” You’d said, and he couldn’t help but agree). He kisses the bow in front of him now, staying there for a bit with his eyes closed, before he takes the waistband (and the bow) into his teeth, making eye contact with you as he lifts his head to let it stretch high - before he opens his jaw and lets it snap loudly against your skin. The mmph! you let out makes him smile, his pants tighten, his dick rock solid - though he could’ve said the same for everything else you’ve done so far. He does it one more time, only this time he lets it hang for longer to slip his thumb into the space he’s exposed, drawing a path down from the top of your pubes to the top of your slit. He lets his finger slip in, just barely, and it makes you say his name again so desperately - it’s when you do does he finally let the fabric go from his teeth, snapping against your skin again as the end of his name turns into an addicting Ah!
He gives you temporary mercy as he finally hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties, sliding them down slowly to join the pile of your clothes at the side of his bed.
“Sae, where did you learn to do that?” You ask, in a daze. He laughs shakily.
“Just thought of it then, really.”
Your eyes narrow at that, doubtful.
“I’ll keep doing it then.”
He’s so overcome with love at the sight of your shy smile and nod, your whispered thanks, that he surges up from his spot by your hips to kiss you, whispering an I love you against your lips before kissing you again. As the two of you keep kissing, you take the time to unbutton his shirt, your hands spread as you explore his toned chest, his stomach, sliding to his back to pull him closer - you always want him close. He takes his shirt off fully without separating from your lips before caging your head with his elbows again.
Sae loves routine. Part of his routine in making love to you is making sure you’ve already come at least once before he eats you out - he loves your essence at his fullest, licking at your folds with long strokes and letting it sit on his tongue so he can savour it for as long as possible before swallowing. That’s not to say he doesn’t sometimes break routine when carnal desire takes over or there just isn’t enough time to finger you.
His fingers are slender and long, and you’re always reminded of it when they’re inside you. Sae separates from your lips with a string of saliva still connecting the two of you, and he lifts himself onto one hand, his other sliding down the side of your body firmly before cupping your pussy. Your laboured breaths cut off for a second when he inserts his middle finger into your hole, the breath you’d held in released as a shaky moan when his finger pulls back.
He starts slow, always, to get you acclimated. His finger slides in and out of you with patience and depth, the motions repetitive as your arousal builds and your exhales grow heavier. His eyes never leave your face, awe-struck at the sight of your pleasure: your mouth stuck open by a constant stream of whines, your eyes struggling to stay open, alternating between frantic flutters and defeated scrunches, your hands clutching the bed sheets.
Once he feels that you’re slick enough, he adds his ring finger, curling the two immediately and it makes you try to force down a moan, the noise strangled as your arms fly up to cover your face, shy with your vulnerability. Sae doesn’t bother to get you to uncover your face, because he knows your arms will go away by themselves when he curls his fingers again with a rub to your clit from his thumb - and they do, the moan you’d initially tried to cover magnified in its delayed release, repeating itself as Sae continues his ministrations. He lets out a choked laugh, forever infatuated by your sounds, your shyness, your movements, how reactive you are to him - everything about you - but boy does his arousal grow to almost reach its peak as a result. In an attempt to distract himself from finishing so soon, he dips down to kiss you, losing himself in the combined wetness he feels from you on his fingers, his lips.
You love kissing Sae, telling him all the time about how he’s a great kisser and that you think kissing is your favourite physical act of love. It’s a good thing he seems to agree, with how much he kisses you, and you couldn’t be more glad; it’s how you reach your peak, your hands gripping his face when you come, whining into his mouth as your hips buck against his fingers to ride out your orgasm.
Sae doesn’t pull his fingers out just yet, letting them soak in your essence a bit longer before sucking on them, which you always get flustered about. He just looks too good, eyes lidded with seduction and arousal, lips swollen and pursed around his wet fingers as he slurps and licks - inadvertently letting you know what’s to come. You cover his eyes with your hands in embarrassment, but it doesn’t stop him; he just laughs before swiping his thumb against his lips, multiple times to make sure they’re absolutely slathered in your cum, some of it dripping down his chin from the side of his mouth, before lewdly licking it clean with his tongue. You let out a tiny squeal at his show, hands moved to be fisted by your chest, yet you still can’t look away.
The two of you take the time to just look at each other after that, eyes full of nothing but adoration for each other. Your hands slowly go to the back of his head, fingers sifting through the strands of his hair.
“I love you.” You say, and he’s quick to repeat it back. Sae tenderly kisses your cheek, making you smile as if he leaves one, two, and lets his mouth linger there with a smile of his own. He pulls back with a sigh of content.
“I’m going to eat you out now.”
You snort at his forwardness, already used to it, pressing your cheek to your shoulder as your smile only seems to grow.
“Get to it then, Sae-bae.”
The laugh he lets out at that is loud, as is the arousal that exudes from his dilated pupils as he stares into yours like he wants to devour you.
“Oh, I am going to make you regret calling me that, sweetheart.”
The way he says the pet-name makes you shiver, dripping with seduction and something close to threatening without actual fear, making your toes curl and cheeks hurt from your smile. You tighten your grip on his hair and pull him close so that your mouth is directly by his ear.
“Do it then.” You whisper.
Sae’s hands grip the bed sheets, before he abruptly pulls away from you. He moves quickly, shuffling back on his knees and grabbing your ankles to lay on his shoulders, only your head remaining on the bed as he pulls you even closer with a firm grip on your thighs so that it’s the back of them that rest over his shoulders instead.
You gasp as he moves you, chest heaving in thrill, and you can't even let a word out as Sae immediately dips his head down to lick a stripe up your slit. He groans loudly, the sound reverberating through you and amplifying your own moan, and he becomes feverish, panting, as he all but devours you, his tongue controlled yet frantic as it explores you to its full depth, collecting your treasure to drink as salvation; it's why he loves fingering you first, you are so wet, soaking his chin and yet it's still not enough, has him chasing for more as he digs himself deeper, nose pushing against your clit. All you can do is take it, writhing as your arms jolt above your head, feet kicking against Sae's back and head thrashing against the pillow as you're reduced to a whimpering mess, capable only of saying his name.
Your voice increases in pitch as Sae starts to alternate attention to your clit, sucking with a moan that makes your hips buck into the air, circling around it with his tongue, making you let out a series of short, breathless whines. You feel your arousal begin to drip down your ass and you're so close, so close to cumming- when Sae suddenly rips his head away from you, along with your orgasm.
Your eyes fly open with a gasp, your pussy throbbing with your pounding heartbeat, both aching at the loss.
"No... Sae!" You look at him in disbelief, the gorgeous sight of him covered with your slick only extinguishing your frustration slightly. One side of his mouth quirks up at your expression.
"I said I'd teach you a lesson, didn't I?"
Your mouth trembles as you press your lips together.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear."
Your eyebrows furrow and you let out a sound of frustration, knowing damn well he heard you the first time. Sae only laughs softly, biting your thigh with a sultry wink that you see too often in his magazine and sponsor shoots.
That still doesn’t satisfy him, and he leisurely continues kissing up and down your thighs, going close to where you need him the most but never quite enough. You decide to pull out the big guns.
Sae doesn’t expect this, and it’s evident in the way his eyebrows shoot upwards, his eyes widening as his face slowly turns from your thigh to look at you.
Sae doesn’t mind that you don’t call him any pet-names, like he does for you; he really doesn’t. It’s something that’s just naturally engraved into his vocabulary, having spent years in Spain and learning the affectionate language. He knows that you find them awkward to use, his name enough of an endearment, and so he never expects it from you - which makes moments like this all the more special, and he finds himself falling in love with you all over again, at the effort you put in for him (even if the cause is a bit devious this time - it makes him think he should do this more often).
He wants to tease you more, get you to say it again, but he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you take it back. He wants to kiss you, but he can’t in this position, so instead, he dives back into your heat to practically consume you, making you cum the only thing on his mind - so he can kiss you.
When you cum, Sae stays committed in collecting every drop of your juices through your high, only stopping when your cries die down. He’s still careful to lower you back onto the bed, before immediately going to kiss you, to which you eagerly reciprocate, looping your arms around his neck, the lingering shudders from your orgasm doused by his mouth.
Unfortunately, you pull away sooner than you’d like, your lungs still fighting to reclaim the air you’d lost, but it doesn’t deter Sae’s affection, instead redirecting his kisses to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, biting and sucking where he deems fit for a mark.
By the time you catch your breath (of which Sae’s markings did not help at all), your fingers are in Sae’s hair, stroking through the pink strands as he lays peacefully between your breasts, having marked those too.
You call out for him, and he lifts his head to observe you. Once he deems you rejuvenated, he lifts himself to hover over you again (not without kissing your breasts one more time).
You nod, and he kisses your forehead before reaching over to his bedside drawers, pulling out a condom and putting it beside you on the pillow. He stands on his knees again, about to unbuckle his belt when you sit up suddenly and your hands fly to cover his, effectively stopping him.
Sae mutters an apology and you shake your head, his hands falling to his sides to let you take his belt off.
He’d asked you about it once before, after weeks of sex where you’d done the same; “ASMR-ish” you’d called it, something about liking the sound, but you’d also called it intimate - to which he’d said “It’s just a belt.”, and you’d smacked his chest with a pout before continuing.
“It’s not just a belt. You’re letting me undress you. That’s intimate. It’s like when you undo my bra or unzip my dress. It’s respect, it’s… care. I want to be able to do that for you as well.”
He’d gone a bit pink at that, overwhelmed by your devotion to him. You, so full of love, who he learnt to love from, learnt to love you, and so after that night, he’s let you undress him during sex every time since.
Once you slide the belt off, you undo his trousers next, pushing them down to his knees for him to take off fully. You become face-to-face with his hard-on, marked by a damp spot on his boxers, and it makes you grin. You cup it with your hand, causing a sharp exhale to leave him.
“You’re so hard, Sae. I wasn’t enough to make you cum?” You tease with a tilt of your head, drawing a punched-out moan from him when you squeeze.
“‘m always holding back for you. Never want to cum before you.” You swipe down his bulge with your index finger and he can’t stop the stuttered whine that comes out of him, “Little minx.”
You giggle as your hand leaves to slide his boxers down, and when he’s kicked them off, you’re quick to wrap it around his cock again, bare.
You stroke up and down his length, and Sae has to close his eyes and face the ceiling to concentrate, only letting out the occasional groan to let you know that he is enjoying this. He doesn’t want to cum now, even though you’ve cum twice already; it’s torture for him, but he wants to cum when he’s inside you properly.
Luckily, you know what Sae’s thinking and decide to spare him, soon pulling your hand away with a final swipe to his tip to smear the pre-cum. You lean back to lay on an elbow, deciding to put the condom next to you between your teeth in mock seduction, giving Sae an exaggerated wink with a claw-hand motion.
Sae laughs at your display with a shake of his head.
“Very sexy, baby.” He says, before going to take the condom from you with his own teeth, his hands on either side of you. He doesn’t take it from you right away, lingering for a bit to see how your eyes have gone big, your shoulders raised in surrender. You’re so endearing, and it makes him mutter a muffled fuck, you’re so cute when he pulls away with the condom, which he knows you hear when you drop back onto the bed fully with your hands cradled over your heart, a smile splitting your cheeks.
Sae is nothing but practical and so, much to your demise, he does not rip open the condom wrapping with his teeth, instead using his hands dutifully. He slides the condom on carefully before positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance, pushing in. The both of you let out shaky exhales of content at that, and he continues his slow strokes, constantly meeting your eyes to make sure you’re okay, which you confirm with a nod every time; he never wants to hurt you.
When your hips finally meet, flush against each other, the two of you stay still, eyes closed and breathing heavily whilst you relish in the feeling of being fully connected, as one; you think you will never get tired of it.
After a while, your hands go to cup Sae’s face, and you miss the way he looks at you so lovingly as you trace his face with your fingers.
“You’re so pretty.” You say, with a swipe over his bottom lip.
“Have to be if I’m with you.”
“That is such a cliché line, Sae.”
“But it’s true, you’re beautiful.”
“I’m not the one on magazine covers and charity calendars.”
“What, you’re going to nepo me into a modelling agency?”
“I’m just saying, you already fit the job description. You’re perfect. I’d love to see you on a billboard, the side of a bus, on a runway.”
“And even next to me, with me. Like… for a wedding shoot.”
“…You want to have a wedding photoshoot with me?”
“... I want to marry you, baby.”
Your jaw slightly drops at that, and Sae can only laugh when your hands go to cover your face.
“Come on, baby, don’t be shy.”
“You’re going to make me cry.”
“I’ve already seen you cry so many times.”
“This is the second time you’re making me cry today.”
“What can I say, I’m so nice.”
Your hands move away at that and he’s quick to kiss away the tears that fall down your temples.
“You are.” You whisper, “You want to marry me.”
“I want to marry you as well.”
“I know, you always rewatch the wedding scene in Breaking Dawn-“
Your giggles are contagious, and he finds himself laughing into your mouth as he tries to kiss you, only pulling away when he fails.
“One day. After we move in together.”
Your eyes turn into crescents with how big you’re smiling, and Sae’s the same, the two of you just smiling and staring at each with nothing but love. You don’t fight the urge to pull Sae in a tight hug, burying your face into his hair to say I love you, to which he says back immediately, just as lovingly.
You’d temporarily forgotten the position the two of you were currently in, so consumed by the topic of marriage, that it’s only when Sae slightly shifts his lower body do you remember, the movement making you let out a small whine, arms tightening around him. Sae escapes your clutches, raising himself to hover over you again, eyes locked on yours with a new wave of lust.
He pulls back just slightly at first, but pushes in with such force that you know he plans to be rough with you today, the whine you let out a surrender to him.
Sae’s thrusts are brutal. He pounds into you with such force only a professional athlete could have, his rhythm steady yet powerful as he pulls out so that only the tip of his cock is inside you before slamming in deep, making sure your hips meet every time and grinding against your clit. You don’t bother closing your mouth, and you couldn’t even if you wanted to, sounds flowing freely from your open lips: gasps, whines and stuttered exhales as your body takes on his strong pace. His strength is familiar to you, but the familiarity doesn’t lessen the impact of it any less, and you’re reminded of this when he moves a hand to grip the headboard, stopping it from slamming against his wall but instead redirecting the brunt of it to you, as it enables him to thrust harder.
You’re clenching hard, dripping onto the sheets as loud squelches fill the room with every moment of contact between your hips and Sae’s, and you think you might go insane, your eyes closed to lessen the pure sheer of stimulation overwhelming all your senses by even just a little bit. Your desperate voice fills your ears, mixed with grunts and gritted swears from Sae; you can barely breathe steadily through your nose or mouth, the air that manages to circulate uneven and sometimes suffocating; you clutch onto Sae’s back, nails clawed into his muscles that ripple as he moves, sweat dripping from his face onto yours. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you throw your arms above your head to grip on the sheets, the pillow instead, lest you actually make Sae’s back bleed from how hard your fingers curl.
Observant as ever still, Sae takes your desperate movement as a sign to lift one of your legs, bending it with a firm hand so that your knee reaches your chest. The change in angle makes your head thrash, the pleasure so consuming that you’re letting out tiny oh, fucks and nngh, Sae!s without realising. When you cum, it’s with long, drawn-out cries of his name, as Sae suddenly lifts your other leg to put you into a mean mating-press, your lower back no longer touching the bed; the overstimulation prolongs your orgasm as he continues to thrust downwards harshly, your name soon slipping from his mouth as well, as he spills into the condom, the sound tapering into an almost-pained whine.
The room is thrown into quiet, a harsh contrast that makes your breaths suddenly sound louder than ever. It’s only when Sae lowers your boneless legs back to the bed, when he slips out of you to take off the condom (knotting it and throwing it to the floor to dispose of later), when he starts peppering your face with kisses, murmuring praises into your skin - so gorgeous, so perfect, made for me, did so good for me - do you manage to open your eyes, squinting as you readjust to the lighting.
“You back with me, baby?” He mutters softly, squeezing your cheek once with a hand before lowering it to fondle your breast in sweet comfort.
“Yeah.” You whisper hoarsely, “That was… So good.”
“Yeah? Want to give me a detailed review?”
“I really liked… the pace. Really liked it. And the headboard thing was, so hot… but is your hand okay? It was, hitting the wall really hard before. We forgot to put a pillow there… Liked the last positions too, always do…”
He looks at you so fondly that your words trail off, and the two of you are left just staring at each other again.
“What about you, Sae? What did you think about it?”
He hums in pretend thought before pulling you into his arms and tilting over so that you both lay on your sides. His hands go to the back of your head, your waist, and you nuzzle into his neck, an arm wrapped around his shoulder from underneath, a hand laying over his chest, feeling for his heartbeat.
“My hand’s fine, baby. It was perfect. Always perfect. You feel so good, always, and god the sounds you make.”
“Music to my ears, baby. Could listen to them forever and never get tired. Hope I can.”
He can’t help smiling at your answer, what it alludes to, and presses a kiss into your hair. You kiss his chest in response, before taking his hand from your waist to inspect, your previous concern unappeased.
His hand is okay, but his knuckles are red from where they’d been hitting against the wall. You press your lips to them, giving each red mark a long kiss. He shuffles back slightly to see you, your eyes focused.
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re so nice to me.”
You snort at him using your words, looking up at him with a smile when you’re finished.
Sae moves his hand to cup your face, immediately dipping down to take your lips in his. He pushes you onto your back again as you kiss, but you don’t let it stay like that for long, soon flipping the two of you around with a force that keeps your lips locked; you grip his neck as you push, your hand trailing down to keep his shoulders down when you land straddling his hips, his back on the bed.
“You want to go again, baby?”
You respond with lidded eyes and a bite to your bottom lip, as you grind your wet folds over his half-hard cock, feeling it harden more under you with the movement, though he’s quick to stop you with his hands on your hips.
“That’s dangerous, sweetheart.”
“You know I can’t guarantee that I’ll pull out in time, baby. We were lucky that you didn’t get knocked up last time.”
Your mouth turns downwards at the reminder: Sae had indulged you raw once before, the only time, and while it was an unforgettable and mind-blowing experience, he hadn’t pulled out in time, the shock and worry that followed immensely dimming the experience - the two of you did not want to be parents (though the feeling of him cumming inside you, his release dripping down your entrance, haunted your thoughts for weeks after).
Sae sits up, perturbed by your sadness, and he goes to squeeze your waist with a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll get a vasectomy when we move in together.”
The smile that immediately breaks out on your face is gratifying, and he nods before kissing you.
“We’re going to be spending so much more time together by then, I know we’ll end up doing it again one day. It’s better to be safe, and I don’t mind getting it done now, I would’ve got it done eventually. Plus, we’ll save money getting rid of condoms.”
“You’re literally rich, Sae, as if condoms really put a dent in your finances. Don’t you get them for free anyway?”
“Hey, I didn’t get rich without keeping good management of my finances.”
You roll your eyes at that, and he rolls his eyes in mimicry of you, making you slap his shoulder with a smile that he also mirrors. You kiss him once, saying a thank you against his lips, before moving to get another condom from his drawer, ripping the packet as you resume your place over his hips. Sae leans back on his hands as he watches you stroke his length a couple of times before slipping the condom on. He straightens to hold your waist as you rise on your knees, stabilising you as you position his cock underneath your entrance.
You sink down with a hand on his shoulder, steady until your hips are flush against his once again. You wrap your arms around his neck and Sae wraps his arms around your waist fully to bring you close, chests and foreheads touching, the space between your bodies practically reduced to nothing.
Your movements are casual, kisses with Sae intermittent as you move up and down on him. The two of you rarely go fast in this position, the proximity and skin-on-skin contact encouraging a more intimate experience, focused on just being close with each other rather than chasing a high off of pleasure - though that’s not to say that the position isn’t pleasurable. The slide of Sae’s cock through your walls is always fulfilling, arousal steadily growing as your slower pace lets you feel every inch of his girth prominently each time you rise and fall, your pleasure further amplified with the occasional moments where Sae swipes a finger against your clit, rubs tiny circles, always wanting to elicit those mesmerising sounds from you.
During positions where he finds himself being a bit rough, Sae is often too focused on making sure you see stars solely by his cock alone that he doesn’t always get to cherish your body properly when you make love - specifically, your bare ass. Sae is an ass-guy, and it’s very clearly known to both of you both inside and outside of the bedroom. It’s why the two of you often have many rounds in your love-making sessions, in different positions like the one you’re in now, to allow him to do exactly that.
Sae’s hands slowly slide down to your ass, and he makes sure to spread his fingers wide to cover as much skin as he can. His eyes are focused on your tits, but his palms move around your asscheeks in big circles, the tips of his fingers occasionally dipping into where the two of you are connected, and he loves the little jolt that goes through you when they do, the stutter in your riding. He sweeps his hands up the expanse of your body until his thumbs rest just underneath your breasts, swiping the curve of them and reaching up to flick your nipples with his thumbs before sweeping down to your ass again, repeating the long motion to feel the goosebumps that grow on your skin as a result. He loves to squeeze your asscheeks between movements, occasionally spreading them open when you’re dropping down to make you feel his cock deeper, make you let out a high-pitched whine.
Sae’s body is full of muscle, built through the gym and rigorous practice sessions. His body is completely solid and thick, and it’s one of the many things you love about him. You know that Sae is an ass-guy, but he also knows that you’re a muscle-gal. As Sae fondles your bottom, you’ve pulled back slightly so that your hands and eyes can also trace over him; his arms, his back, his chest, his abs. It’s a shame that you can’t reach further down in this position, but you’ll take what you can get, fingers sweeping up and down, sliding in between hard planes and divots, nails raking lightly. Your favourite part of his body will always be his back; broad and defined, it makes you clench every time you feel the separate muscles both stationary and in motion, the different creases and shapes mesmerising to you - you just want to bite him, but you’re too engrossed in riding and fondling him to do so.
When you feel yourself getting closer to your peak, your bounces get quicker, swirling your hips upward as you rise to add pressure to your clit and pushing down hard when you drop. Sae feels your ass ripple every time you land as a result, and he loves when it happens; it makes him squeeze your asscheeks harder and outwardly moan, his teeth latching onto your nipples that bounce with your tits. Your hands move to grip his hair, and when you start whining his name, he knows that you’re asking for his help to cum.
The first time Sae spanked you, his mind was completely clouded by lust, purely driven by his deepest desires. How could he have not been, when he had you bottom-up, face-down, pounding into you from behind with a front-row view of your ass, your whines loud as you clutched at the bed sheets.
The spank was a hard one, making the flesh of your right asscheek red immediately, the sound loud in his ears, his hand burning. It’s when he’d heard you make a sound he’d never heard you make before before did he think that he’d fucked up, frozen mid-thrust in fear, unsure of whether it was a sound made from pain or pleasure. The two of you hadn’t discussed kinks much, still being relatively new to sex at the time, and so any new thing that either of you decided to try had been in-the-moment whims - and you’d both always end up enjoying them anyway. He thinks this time is different, though; he’d spanked you, and it’d logically seemed like more of an aggressive act than a sensual one, to the average person.
He was quick to pull out of you, flipping you over to check your face and he’d immediately started apologising, asking if you were okay, if he’d hurt you badly, but his words died out once he saw the surprise and concern on your face.
You were quick to reassure him, to tell him that you were okay, that he hadn’t hurt you. You’d repeated it until you were sure that he believed you, the frown on his face slowly disappearing, before you’d looked away shyly and told him that you’d actually liked it.
It was his turn to be shocked at that, but it had quickly turned into relief, because of course you’d like it as well - he’s always said how he thinks he’s been made for you, and that moment had only served to prove him right again. He’d let out a choked laugh of relief, kissing you hard with a murmured thank fuck to your lips, before asking again if you were really okay with it (before he went crazy) and when you’d said yes, I’m really okay with it. I really want you to spank me, Sae with unmoving eyes, he’d promptly flipped you over again to resume your previous position and immediately thrusted into you with a spank - and he’d continued his relentless pursuit of this new kink of both of yours for the rest of the night.
After much experimenting, Sae finds him spanking you most effective when you’re on the cusp of cumming. Though it makes you stop whatever you’re in the midst of doing (the pleasure so consuming), it always has your pussy really clenching, the sting so pleasurable for you. Combined with a couple of deep thrusts from Sae whilst you’re temporarily stilled in bliss, it makes you cum hard.
So that’s what he does now.
Sae shifts so that he can plant his feet flat on the bed, and starts meeting your bounces with thrusts of his own. His hands spank your ass, alternating with one and both of your asscheeks; it makes you cling to him, arms tight around his shoulders, body curving over him so that your mouth is directly by his ear, whines flying straight to his throbbing cock. His eyes roll backwards as he tries his best not to cum, his thrusts getting sloppy, so he slips a hand in between your bodies to rub at your clit, saying cum for me, you’re doing so good, baby, let me feel you cum on my cock, give it to me with a strained voice to get you to finish quicker. You’re completely overwhelmed, and it’s with a final hard spank to your asscheek do you finally cum, hard, gasping and moaning loudly into his ear, and Sae is quick to follow right after you.
You hold each other close, only separating slightly when your breathing matches up, but you’re quick to mess up the rhythm again when you go to kiss each other. Tired, your kisses are slow, lips simply touching and staying still between movements, the occasional suck or bite of a lip prolonged by fatigue. Sae eventually lifts you to remove and tie off the condom, tossing it to meet the first on the floor before gently pushing the two of you onto the bed, him on his back with your head on his chest.
In the silence, you say I love you, and he says it back with a kiss to the top of your head.
The two of you lay sideways to cuddle on the couch, long after showering and having dinner, bodies relaxed and legs entangled as Sae holds your back to his chest. You’re rewatching the Twilight movies (to nobody’s surprise), and when the credits roll for the first movie, Sae calls your name.
“Hm?” You answer, turning around in his arms to face him.
“I was just thinking. We both assumed that you’d be the one moving in with me. But I just thought, did you… Maybe want to get a new place altogether? To own?”
“… Sae, were you not paying attention to the movie?”
“!- I was, I just thought about it when Edward was showing Bella around his house, like maybe you’d want a house like that as well-“
“I’m just kidding, baby. But, I don’t know, I didn’t think of that. A house like the Cullens… that would be nice. But expensive, no?”
“You know I have the money.”
“Yeah, but we’re still young, what if we change our minds down the line? What if we want to move somewhere else, somewhere far?”
He only raises an eyebrow in response, silently repeating his last sentence, and you sigh in defeat.
“Okay, okay, Mr rich man. You know, sometimes I think you spoil me too much.”
“It’s never too much, baby, I don’t spoil you enough.”
“Yeah, yeah. I love you too. So, a new place then?”
“… I kinda like this place though, Sae.”
“If you cancelled your lease early, you could live in it for 2 months-“
You slap his shoulder and the two of you share a moment of quiet laughter.
“You’re going to cancel your lease early?”
“No! I meant that you’re right, we only have two months to find a house! Isn’t that too little time?”
“I know you have the money to just sell and buy whenever you want, but I want our first house to be really nice, Sae. Something we both really, genuinely love. Somewhere we’ll see ourselves living, possibly forever. We need more than two months for that, for sure. Especially with your schedule.”
“You can go to viewings by yourself, I trust your judgment.”
“No, Sae, I want you with me at every viewing. It’s only right if we’re going to live together for the rest of our lives.”
“… For the rest of our lives, huh?”
The thought brings a smile to both of your faces, and you don’t fight the urge to quickly kiss him.
“How about I just move in with you, into this place in two months like we’d originally said, and we stay here for as long as it takes to find a dream house?”
“Sounds good to me, baby.”
The tiny yay you let out makes him kiss your forehead with a grin, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug.
“I can’t wait to live with you forever.”
“Me too, sweetheart. Forever.”
Ugh i love love!!! Trust i will be writing more about these two in the future hahahah ugh i love love
So i did not go into this thinking i’d be writing my first SMUT. Nor did i think it would be this LONG HELPPP. But thats just where the story went i fear! sae is lowkey ooc but like. I just finished rewatching the twilight movies and he’s lowkey edward cullen coded to me so. Maybe a bit of influence there but idgaf x #thats my sae! I also went through hell writing this lowkey bc tumblr drafts deleted half of it one day!!!!! #fml #learnt my lesson, but it was lowkey a blessing in disguise bc i realised i didnt like what i’d written so i changed it xxx i originally made yn and sae argue HELP bc. idek! I love a good argument but it was so stupid i was like. Yn would never be like this so i scrapped it for more love bc i love love x
