reformed manwhore!Sanemi, you have my heart • NSFW • MDNI
You frown as you trace the lines of his hand; map the tendons and bone. “Do you mind doing it the way we have? I mean — I feel like you do most of the work.”
“That’s got to be annoying, right? Even a little?” You don’t know why self doubt is choosing now to make its ugly appearance, and you resent yourself all the more for it. Why ruin this perfect afterglow moment, when you know damn well your time with him is precious, and that soon, his phone will buzz and he will have to stop being yours for the time being?
“Why’re you acting like we’re in some fuckin’ rush?” He sits up when you drop his hand, blanket gathered around his hips as he reaches for you. “I don’t mind bein’ patient, baby, you’re still learning.” He pauses for a moment, before adding, “‘sides, sex with you is the best I’ve ever had. I didn’t know it could be this fuckin’ good.”
You’re inclined to echo your agreement, but then, it wouldn’t hold much weight. Not when your own experience had been non-existent prior to him. Still, Sanemi’s reassurances aren’t enough to fully soothe — because it’s exactly because of your inexperience that you can’t help but feel a little…inadequate.
“I barely do anything. I — I don’t even know what to do, half the time. Books only teach you so much.” You duck your head in embarrassment. “I know I have a long way to go before I’m anything like the others.”
Sanemi looks at you quizzically. “Since when does that matter? You’re it for me, you know that — don’t you?”
“I do, but — I know you got used to a certain…” you swallow hard, your cheeks burning. “Level of experience, I guess? And I’m worried about making sure you enjoy it.”
Sanemi’s stare is incredulous as he mouths the words enjoy it. A warm hand slides down your abdomen and dips between your thighs, and you squeak when you feel his fingers part your slick folds.
“Does this feel like I’m not enjoying it, Y/N?” Sanemi’s callused fingers spread the mixture of his fluids and yours across your center, circling your swollen clit. “You think I’d make this kind of mess out of you if I wasn’t?”
You don’t answer; you can’t, not as your head tips back, a sigh vibrating in your throat. Sanemi watches your face hungrily, his fingers continuing his languid, tortuous movements before he pulls his hand away.
He silences your moan by pressing his fingers to your lips, a silent command for you to part them that you obey. Any mournful whimper you’d had is replaced by a soft moan as the taste of his pleasure and yours sweeps across your tongue.
“All the experience in the world can’t hold a candle to what I feel with you. For you.” Sanemi’s voice is raw as he watches you suck him clean, your tongue flicking along the outside of his index finger. “I told you, you’re it for me. Everyone else can go fuck themselves.”