cw⌇ you’re mad at sae, so he fucks you until you forgive him
The tension in the room was like a wall she refused to break. She sat on the couch with her knees tucked up, face turned toward the TV, pretending he wasn’t standing there watching her like he could see right through the act.
“Still mad?” Sae asked, voice so flat it was impossible to tell if he was mocking or testing her.
She didn’t look at him, because she was furious. He hummed low in his throat, the sound sliding over her nerves, and then he was stepping in close enough for his knees to press into the couch cushion between hers.
“Alright,” he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear, “I’ll make you say it.”
Sae was nothing, but a force as he manhandled her before she even realized what he had planned. Her shorts were gone and her panties just pushed aside. He shoved his sweats down, low enough to free his cock that got harder and harder at the sight of her.
Her face stayed fiercely neutral as he dragged the tip of his cock along her slut. Despite the argument he wouldn’t fuck her if she was dry. But she was wet and so he went in. A slow, brutal stretch until she was full of him. Her breath hitched.
“You’re really gonna keep pretending?” his hips rolled, dragging along her walls so deliberately slow it made heat coil low in her stomach. “Fine. Then I’ll keep doing this.”
It was infuriating.
He wasn’t pounding into her, wasn’t letting her get lost in the pace. Every time she started to melt, he pulled back to that maddening, lazy grind, cock brushing exactly where she needed but never enough to tip her over.
Her fingers twitched against the cushion. “Sae…”
“Mm?” he drawled, mouth brushing her jaw. “You wanna cum already? That’s cute.”
She glared at him and he smirked. “You can. Just tell me you forgive me.”
Her lips stayed pressed shut. What had him fallen for her back then, or one of the reasons, was her pride. And it wouldn’t shatter now for a bit of dicking down.
“Then no,” he said simply, thrusting deep enough to make her gasp but pulling back before she could chase it. “You don’t get it until I hear you say it.”
Minutes turned into something else entirely. He was holding her there, keeping her teetering right at the edge, every nerve in her body screaming for release. Her thighs trembled, nails digging into the couch.
“I can do this all night, pretty girl,” he whispered maddeningly calm it made her clench around him. “I’ve got nowhere else to be. Do you?”
She hated how close she was, how much her pride was starting to crack. Every deep, slow thrust was a threat, his hands holding her hips in place so she couldn’t escape.
“You’re gonna cum so hard,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth, “But only if you say it.”
There was this tiny flicker. That crack Sae couldn’t hide behind his teal eyes - that desperate need to have her forgive him.
Finally her voice cracked, “I forgive you.”
He didn’t even pretend not to hear the desperation in it.
His mouth curved into the faintest, most self-satisfied smile before his hips snapped forward, pace turning merciless. “That’s my girl.”
Her orgasm hit instantly, ripping through her so hard her back arched, her nails clawing at his hoodie. Sae held her through it, still fucking into her, his own groan rough in her ear.
When it was over, she was sprawled and trembling, and he was leaning over her with a smirk. “See? We could’ve done that twenty minutes ago.”
… asshole. Once her thighs stopped trembling she’d fight him again!
