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[cottoncalicoes]

A little bit of you in everything I see

— Itoshi Sae x AFAB!Reader • Word Count: 1.4k —

Content warnings: gn!reader, established relationship, cunnilingus, probably ooc sae, reader has hair long enough to be pulled back, very brief mention of feet

There is a familiarity in coming home to you that sets Sae at ease. The knots loosen from his shoulders; the furrow in his brow dissipates. It’s as predictable as his alarms that blare in the early morning; the taste of his shake his nutritionist insists he drinks every day. The sun falls, the moon rises, and Itoshi Sae returns to you.

The second step from the top leading to your house creaks, it’s been there since you first looked at the place. It’s something Sae grumbled in distaste about when first walking up to your potential home.

I think it’s cute, you’d said, it adds character.

Various plants are scattered along your porch, dirt littered about from you repotting another one of your ‘babies’ as you lovingly call them; he makes note to tease you about it once he’s inside. Slender fingers trace lovingly at the line of chipped paint on the door. He remembers how it got there well, the day you moved in. He should have been annoyed when it happened; younger Sae would have. But you’d popped your head over the couch you'd insisted on moving together, face flushed with exertion, eyes bright with mischief.

We don’t need movers, Itoshi, you’d insisted, what good are your big strong soccer muscles for if they don’t get proper use?

Sae calls his greeting from the door and hears your familiar voice call back. You’re on the couch, he’s sure, much like you are most nights he returns from his late practices. He’ll slide his shoes off and shuffle his way to you. Press a kiss to your lips as you rest your head on the back of the couch. You’ll tease him about being late, but leftovers will be kept warm in the oven like they always are.

He rounds the corner to greet you; and a strong sense of arousal courses through his veins at the sight. It’s not unfamiliar, the sight of you in his clothes. Before you’d moved in together, he’d often complain about his missing items you’d stuff into your overnight bag when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Something’s different and yet everything’s the same. You smile softly at him, an old jersey drapes prettily along your dewy skin. Your hair is pulled back and a book rests in the crook of your legs. He’s not sure what it is; the scent of your shampoo wafting through his nose, the smile you give him when he steps closer, the stars, the moon, the rain that has his senses overflowing with nothing but you, you, you.

“Hi, handsome,” you greet, “I already ate, your leftovers are in the oven for you.”

Sae hums noncommittally, takes note of the surprise on your face when he breaks routine. He’s careful to mark your spot in the book, pulls your legs apart so he can nestle between them. The warmth of you is so strong it nearly overwhelms him; welcomes it instead by nestling his face into your soft stomach, nearly mewling when your fingers card through his hair.

“Bad day?” You ask softly, love silently.

He shrugs his shoulders in response. Not a terrible day, not a good day. Just— A Day. He doesn’t speak, but you know him well enough to read between the lines. What little he gives you yet so much you take. Pull the words from the quirk of brows and the way his lashes flutter.

“Missed you.” He mutters into the fabric of his jersey, he shuffles about before pulling it up so he can rest against your bare skin.

“Missed you more, handsome,” you keen, “any particular reason you’re extra cuddly today? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Sounds like complaining to me,” he teases.

You scoff at him, pinch at his side and you feel his grin grow from the way he’s pressed against you.

His cock twitches when you hum a familiar tune, and the domesticity of it all makes him queasy. Arousal flows so violently through his veins he nearly grinds himself into the couch.

Sae almost feels bad for ruining the soft moment between the two of you, but when his lips ghost over the hem of your panties and he feels the way your breath hitches, he can’t find it in himself to care.

“Oh I see,” he’s certain a smirk is plastered on your face as you speak, “you missed me.”

Tease as you may, Sae knows you want him just as bad. He can tell from the way your hips twitch ever so slightly in an attempt to bring him closer. His tongue laves at your hip before his teeth sink softly into your side. You grab at his head despite the fabric that separates the two of you, attempting to grab at his hair between the layers.

“I’m gonna make you cum.”

It’s more a statement than a question; but with the way Sae knows you, reads your tells, he doesn’t need to ask. He can’t see you, but he feels the way your body shakes as you nod frantically, maneuvering yourself into a more comfortable position for the two of you.

He doesn’t bother pulling your underwear down yet, he knows you like it better this way. When his tongue runs across the slick fabric; the rough drag of cotton against your clit when he presses as close to your heat as he can.

You cry out his name at the first drag of his tongue, legs falling open easily so he can pull you closer. Your legs curl over his shoulders, heels digging into the muscles of his back while he has his way with you.

Sae groans into you when your taste finally seeps through the spit soaked fabric; grinds his hips into the couch when you finally pull the jersey up to watch the way he eats you.

He does this for what feels like hours; laps greedily at your clit, pushes his tongue against the fabric teasingly against your hole. A promise of what’s to come.

“Please,” you whine, “give it to me, baby.”

There’s no need for you to beg, Sae will give it to you. You’ll never truly need anything when he’s around; something he’s proved to you time and time again. He can’t deny the way his cock twitches when you pout down at him though. Pretty lips swollen from you gnawing at them while he pleasures you.

Normally he’d take the time to pull your panties down. He’d kiss at the sole of your foot before nipping at your ankle; throw your legs over his shoulders before he fucks you open with his tongue.

But he’s feeling a little desperate; hands pulling your underwear to the side before putting as much of his mouth onto you that he can. Your legs attempt to snap close around his head, but he welcomes the suffocating feeling. His tongue fucks as much of your cum from you as it can; head bobbing ever so slightly so his nose can catch against your swollen clit.

“Don’t stop, Sae,” you cry out.

As if he would.

Tender hands massage at your thighs, holding you open so he can spit onto the mess you’d created together. You always get so sloppy when he eats you like this; slick slipping down beneath the couch as your hole clenches in desperation to be stuffed full.

You’re close. Sae can tell from the way your hands frantically reach to ground yourself with something before settling in his hair. You yank harshly, but he welcomes the sting. Groans loudly into your heat as your hips buck to meet with the thrusts of his tongue.

He wants to tell you it’s okay, to let go and cum on his tongue; but he dare not pull away. Not when you’re this close; when your cunt tastes so good and your hands tug at his hair and—

“Cumming!” You cry out, “You— you’re gonna make me cum.”

It’s intense like it always is with him; almost annoying how well he can unravel you so quickly, just to be the one to wind you back up again.

Slick gushes from your hole and Sae greedily laps at it, tongue plunging into you as you whine and cry that it’s too much.

He finally slows when the aftershocks of pleasure wash over you; reprieve granted as he kisses at the fat of your thighs.

He doesn’t move far from his position, merely rests his head against the kiss bitten flesh. Heavy breaths fall from your lips as you smile shyly down at him.

“Hi,” you murmur. So softly, so sweetly Sae feels his aching cock twitch again.

“Hi,” he replies, fingers tracing patterns into your sweat slicked skin.

A car passes by, your A/C hums to life, Sae’s leftovers sit in the oven forgotten; and he feels his heart grow.

a/n: this is my first time writing him plz be nice 😖 ty to my pookie @a-ikuoliver for reading over this for me ily bad. i haven’t written fic in a few months so im a bit rusty im sry