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Sanemi glanced at the clock and groaned. Today was going by insufferably slowly. When he’d agreed to work at the university’s Learning Center this semester, he hadn’t accounted for how boring it’d be to work Friday afternoons. No one came in on Fridays after 4:00, and he really couldn’t blame them. At least he only had to do it once a month. The four lead tutors took turns working Fridays since no one actually wanted to work them.

It was just past 6:00 now, meaning he only had to sit here for another hour. He was passing the time by aimlessly scrolling through his phone when he heard the door open. He had low expectations when he turned his attention to the person walking up to his desk, but that was because he certainly hadn’t been expecting you.

You walked in wearing the smile he’d only just managed to put out of his mind and said, “Oh, Shinazugawa, right?” 

“You can just call me Sanemi,” he did his best to sound lazy, bored, and not at all as if the crush he never should have had was standing in front of him wearing a skirt that left little to the imagination. 

“I think you were my TA last year for Statistics?” you asked sweetly with a little hesitance. He nodded in return, the familiar dread he’d felt that semester returning. For some reason, Sanemi had been smitten by you. You were sweet, a little shy, and absolutely gorgeous. He wasn’t the only one in the lecture hall who noticed, but it had been highly inappropriate. He did his best to keep his glances discreet, and act as though your saccharine voice didn’t melt something inside of him the few times you asked him questions as your classmates shuffled out into the hallway.

Realizing you’d likely come here for a reason that didn’t involve making his mouth go dry, he finally asked, “What can I do for you today?”

“Right!” You chirped. Cute . “I’m actually here for help with my Earth Science class.” He watched as you took a glance around the room. “Are you the only one in? I know your speciality is math.”

“Math and science,” he corrected you. “And, it’s just me from 4:00 - 7:00 on Fridays. There are usually more tutors during the day, but Friday’s always been slow. I should be able to help you, though.” 

“Okay, that would be great!”

He watched as you took the seat across from him and started pulling your work out of your backpack. He realized you looked nervous. Was he making you nervous? Fuck, he hoped he hadn’t made you uncomfortable. He’d thought he’d done a good job acting entirely unaffected by you last semester but maybe you’d caught on.

Well, acting like a creep now certainly wouldn’t help. You were only two years behind Sanemi, so it’s not as if having a crush on you was horrible, it had just felt inappropriate when he was your TA. He groaned internally that you’d met under similar circumstances again instead of casually at the cafeteria or somewhere on campus where he wasn’t expected to teach you information.

Oh well, he thought to himself. He could keep his thoughts in line while he taught you the basics of earth science.

Sanemi could not keep his thoughts in line. He was barely hiding his leering as you began tackling your worksheet. Your head was propped up on your hand as you stared at the words in front of you. Your brows scrunched together and you were pursing your lips in concentration. He wondered if you had any idea how fucking cute you were. He watched as a strand of your hair fell from behind your ears and felt his hand twitch. What the fuck was wrong with him? This wasn’t some romantic comedy. If he touched your hair right now you would think he was a freak.

He sighed a little too loudly and your head jerked up.

“Oh, I’m sorry Sanemi.” He took a sharp breath hearing his first name from your lips. Your lips that he couldn’t stop staring at. “This is probably the last thing you want to do on a Friday.” Your smile was self-deprecating, and he could tell you really did feel bad which had not been his intention at all.

“It’s fine,” he said, much more gruff than he’d meant to. “You’re a slow worker,” he noted out loud.

He watched as a blush rose to your cheeks, and realized he’d said the wrong thing. 

“I really can go,” you stumbled through the sentence and Sanemi’s gaze flicked back to your lips again when you bit your bottom lip anxiously.

“No!” Even Sanemi was alarmed by the volume of his own voice. Could he fuck this up any harder? 

“I mean - “ He swallowed, willing himself to look into your eyes instead of staring at your lips. “I wasn’t trying to offend you. I have to be here until 7:00 no matter what, and it’s boring alone.”

Your smile was a little brighter now, and Sanemi found himself smiling in return.

“You’re overthinking your answers,” he commented as he looked over your work. “You did well in Stats, didn’t you?” He asked, looking from the page to you.

You nodded and huffed out a strained laugh. “My performance in the class you TA’d was not indicative of how I usually do in math and science classes.” Sanemi raised a brow, waiting for you to continue. “I’m an English major,” you rushed to explain. “I only take these classes when they’re required and I don’t usually do too well in them.”

“Did you just get a burst of inspiration for Statistics or something?” Sanemi asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

You swallowed, and he wondered why you looked so nervous all of a sudden. “Something like that.” You responded as you began tapping your pencil on the desk. Normally, Sanemi would’ve gotten irritated at the action but he found everything about you adorable. “I hope you don’t think less of me. I know you’re sort of a prodigy.”

Sanemi shook his head. “I’m not a prodigy, I’ve struggled a lot in school. I just didn’t have a choice but to work really hard because I needed the scholarship money.”

You nodded your head, eyes widening a little. You both went to a private university, most people here, yourself included, had plenty of money. Sanemi was one of the few students here not paying the full $50K tuition.

“I don’t think less of you,” he continued. “I needed tutoring for English classes. It’s the only reason I even found this place.”

“Oh, that’s really reassuring,” you responded. “Thanks.” Your smile this time was blinding, and Sanemi brought a hand to the back of his neck just to do something with them before he exploded.

You went through your worksheet question by question. He hit a stride when he spoke about the material, thankful for the distraction. By the time the clock on the wall read 7:00 PM, Sanemi realized it was the fastest a shift had ever gone by.

“Well, I better get out of your hair. Thank you so much for your help.”

Sanemi nodded his head as you began collecting your things, willing himself to ignore the pit in his stomach. He wondered if he’d see you again after you walked out of the door tonight. Before he could dwell too much on the emptiness that line of thinking induced, you were standing.

He expected you to walk away, but instead you shifted from one foot to the other, doing that adorable scrunched brows thinking thing again. 

“Um, my schedule’s kind of weird. This is really the only time that works for me,” you began, and Sanemi swallowed when you bit your lip again. “Do you always work Fridays at this time?”

Your lips were parted as you waited for him to respond, and your eyes looked hopeful. So, without thinking, Sanemi lied.

“Yeah, my schedule’s weird too. I always work Fridays.”

Your eyes lit up at his response. “Great! So, I’ll see you next Friday?”

Sanemi nodded. “Yeah. See you next Friday, Y/N.”

Your name rolled off his lips so easily, and he wanted to say it over and over again. He grit his teeth instead.

Once you’d disappeared from his vision, he whipped out his phone to text Shinobu, the lead tutor in charge of scheduling.

I’ll work all Friday evening shifts from now on.

You and Sanemi fell into a groove over the next few weeks. You started showing up earlier and earlier, explaining that you’d been able to move some things around. For the last two weeks, you’d been here right when his shift began at 4:00. Except for one time when another student had come in during the middle of your session, the two of you were entirely alone. The fraternity member genuinely struggling with Environmental Science had walked out wounded after Sanemi snapped at him, saying he couldn’t teach someone with rocks for brains.

You’d seen Sanemi blow up like that a few times when someone asked him something stupid before or after class, but he never acted that way towards you. The realization made warmth bloom in your chest.

“The simplest way to explain it would be erosion," Sanemi explained tonight, his voice smooth and confident. "It's like nature's sculptor. It slowly shapes land over time.”

You nodded, your gaze fixed on Sanemi’s hands as they sketched out the concept on the sheet of paper placed on the desk between you.

You forced yourself to look at his eyes instead of his hands when you inserted, “Kind of like how time can smooth out rough edges?"

"Exactly," he said, his voice strained as his eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "It's all about change and adaptation."

The air in the room was thick with tension, and you wondered if Sanemi had any clue how sexy he looked even under the unforgiving fluorescent lights. Your eyes remained locked onto his until he cleared his throat and said, “Well, that’s all we have time for today. I’m sure you’ve got plans for the weekend. You should get going.”

“I don’t,” you responded way too quickly before adding on, “have plans, I mean.”

Sanemi quirked a brow. “Really? You’re just spending the weekend studying, then?”

You nodded, though it wasn’t true and you had no clue why you were lying to him. What did you expect? For your tutor to say, ‘Want to come over and ride my face?’

You were sure he’d noticed you flirting with him. Sometimes it seemed like he was flirting back as you grew bolder over the past few of weeks, but he always retained an air of professionalism. You wished he would let loose and fuck you on top of this table.

Your inappropriate musings were interrupted as Sanemi began to stand. “Well, then I expect you to be an expert next week.” He smirked at you, and you would never admit to anyone that that action alone had made you wet. “If you’re coming in again,” he added. As if you hadn’t made yourself available every Friday for two months now.

You nodded, sure your cheeks were flushed. 

“Yes, I’ll be here.”

As you scurried out of the room, Sanemi took his time turning off the lights and locking up the Learning Center.

He knew you were flirting with him, he wasn’t an idiot. Your eyes had started lingering on his hands and lips. Sometimes you zoned out fully and it always seemed like something dirty was at play. But Sanemi couldn’t make the first move. He would love to fuck you. To be honest, he wanted to take you on a date, but he’d settle for a one time hook up. Still, he didn’t want to misread things or abuse the power he had. You really were doing better in your class, and he’d hate to interfere with that by scaring you away from the Learning Center.

He really needed to get you off his mind. Today he actually felt himself get a bit hard when you leaned over the desk to look at his sketch and saw the top of your breasts. What was he, fifteen years old? He shook his head as he walked down the dimly lit hallway, and decided to actually show up to Shinobu’s party tonight to find a distraction.

With spring in high gear, you were comfortable roaming around Shinobu’s backyard party in one of your most revealing outfits to date. You were wearing what could only be described as a bra for a top with a high waisted white skirt that got scandalous when you bent over. 

If you couldn’t have your sexy tutor, you could at least find someone else to take your mind off of him tonight. You searched for a familiar face in the crowd. Kanao, your roommate, had gotten here early to help her sister set up. Being a couple years younger than nearly all of Shinobu’s friends, you struggled to find a familiar face.

You waded through the crowd, relishing in the attention you received from a few people passing by, and breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted a familiar black ponytail. 

“Kanao!” The volume of your voice clearly startled the girl, but she still smiled as you rushed over towards her. The two of you were about as different as you could be. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head last year when you’d learned she used to be much shyer before college, not thinking it was possible. Still, randomly assigned roommates with nothing in common had changed to close friends, and you’d chosen to live together again your sophomore year.

“I’m glad you found the place,” she said with a smile as she handed you a red cup filled with pale brown liquid that smelled strongly of cheap beer. You took a swig and your suspicions were confirmed, not that you could complain.

“You’re the only person I know here, so you can’t leave me!” You shouted over the music filling the yard. 

“You know Shinobu,” Kanao corrected you. That was true. You’d met Shinobu several times through Kanao, though you’d never been to one of her parties.

“Not well enough to bother her during her own party,” you scoffed. You scanned the crowd, looking again to see if you recognized any other faces.

You nearly choked on your beer when you spotted a familiar head of white hair. 

You were still in shock when you heard Kanao call your name.

“Are you okay?” She asked you gently as she wrapped her hand around your arm.

“Yeah, I just saw my tutor here.”

“The one you have that massive crush on?” She giggled as she continued, “Which one is he?”

You nodded your head towards Sanemi’s direction. “The guy with the white hair.”

Kanao gasped. “You mean Sanemi Shinazugawa?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, still in a daze.

“He’s friends with Shinobu. I could’ve told you he’d be here, though he doesn’t always come out.”

“I didn’t want to tell you the name in case you knew him through Shinobu!” You reminded her.

“It’s too late for that now,” Kanao said, her characteristically soft voice a bit teasing.

You groaned. “God, this is so mortifying. I didn’t expect to see him in the wild!”

Kanao giggled again. Well, you were glad your mortification could at least entertain the sweetest person alive. She certainly deserved a laugh.

“God, just distract me so I don’t look at him.”

You and Kanao kept to yourselves, catching up after both being bogged down with school work all week. By the time you finished your second cup, you were feeling much looser and less likely to have a meltdown. 

“I’m ready to make some rounds,” you announced. 

Kanao raised her eyebrows in surprise. “I thought we were hiding.”

You shook your head. “I look way too good not to be seen.”

Kanao took your newfound confidence as an opportunity to check on her sister as you made your way through the crowd. You recognized some girls from a class you’d had last semester, and made your way towards them. You were halfway across the lawn when you felt a gentle, strong hand on your shoulder.

“Thought you didn’t have plans for the weekend?” You heard the sexy voice that had been plaguing your daydreams taunt from behind.

You turned around and swallowed as you took him in. He looked good . He was wearing a tight fitting olive green shirt and black jeans. His hair was messier than it had been earlier this evening, and you had to resist the desire to run your hands through it.

“I decided to come last minute. Kanao, Shinobu’s sister, is my roommate,” you said once you were certain your voice would sound like your own.

He nodded as his eyes drifted to your boobs which were very much out on display, and you let yourself enjoy the attention. You’d been terrified to face him but now that you had, you never wanted him to take his eyes off of you.

“Well, I hope you don’t fall behind on your studies,” he said before he leaned down until his face was parallel with your ear so he could whisper, “I’d hate for you to disappoint me next week.”

You weren’t able to stop the gasp before it left your throat. Had he just flirted with you? That was more than flirting, that was practically foreplay. 

Later that night you’d lie awake wishing you’d said something sexy in return or teased him, asking if that meant he’d punish you, but all you could do was stare ahead entirely frozen as he walked away. You spent the rest of the night lightheaded and blushing like an idiot whenever your eyes caught his. There was something knowing in his gaze, and you felt a bit like prey, anxiously waiting for him to make good on whatever promise was glinting in his eyes. 

The following week went by obnoxiously quickly. You needed more time before seeing Sanemi. The time away from him had made you absolutely certain that he wanted you as much as you wanted him, and you didn’t intend on spending another night masturbating while you imagined how his gorgeous, thick fingers would feel inside of you. 

You skipped your last class of the day in preparation. You wore a lavender set underneath your favorite skirt paired with a flowy blouse that would unbutton easily should he take the bait. 

Almost all of your confidence had vanished after just a few minutes in the Learning Center. Sanemi was acting infuriatingly normal. Sure, he was being playful, but that had been your dynamic for weeks now. After the party last weekend, you’d expected something to change. He’d practically promised sex. Okay, maybe that was a stretch, but he had definitely flirted and he had definitely stared at your boobs.

“Explain continental drift to me.”

“What?” You asked dumbly, having not paid any attention to the man across from you because you were too busy wondering why he wasn’t making you scream his name in the desolate Learning Center.

“Continental drift,” he repeated. “You can do it.” There was something different about his tone. Your eyes widened when he stood up from his seat and began walking towards you. You were entirely silent when he propped himself on the table just inches away from where you’d been pretending to listen to him. He’d just moved from sitting across from you to nearly on top of you, and the only indication you had that he was acting purposefully instead of having a breakdown and forgetting how sitting works was the playful glint in his eyes.

Sanemi’s chuckle cut through your racing thoughts. “I’ll give you a reward if you answer. Sound good?”

Your eyes grew even wider as you finally understood his intentions.

“Okay,” you heard yourself whisper, your chest rising and falling as if you were recovering from running a marathon. All you could think about was how close his lips were to yours.

He leaned forward, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. “Any day now,” he taunted you.

“Tectonic plates,” you finally breathed out, unable to look away from him. He looked hungry.

“That's all? Your answer was shorter than my question,” he drawled.

“Tectonic plates drifted and broke off, forming continents,” you answered, voice coming out more like a squeak.

“Good girl,” he murmured. His gaze was primal, and you felt yourself gush at his words. Instead of taking you against the table like you’d imagined, he cupped your cheek and slowly started stroking your skin, smiling when you relaxed into him. He seemed to be deciding something, and you hoped that whatever it was resulted in you getting to hear what he sounded like coming undone.

His eyes cleared, and something must have won out because he leaned in and kissed you. His lips felt incredible. They were so soft. People always talk about pillowy lips, but this was the first time you’d truly experienced them. You threw your arms around his neck, desperate to get closer to him. When he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you moaned. You kissed him eagerly now, desperate to feel all of him. You’d wanted this for so long, and nearly given up on it happening. You felt feral, close to just climbing on top of him and laying him across the desk, though you’d need his help because he was definitely much heavier than what you could bench, if you even knew how to bench or all that it entailed.

Before you could work out the details in your head, he pulled away, leaving you panting.

You leaned in again, but he stopped you short. You were scared you’d done something wrong, but when you looked into his eyes he looked devious, excited. 

He wrapped his hands around your waist and you realized that you really must have been ready to lay him out on the table, because at some point you’d stood from your chair.

“I’ll see you next week?” He asked, and all you could do was squeak out a confused noise.

“Next week, Y/N. Will I see you?” 

You nodded dumbly. “Yeah.” You packed your things in a daze, the ghost of his lips still clinging to yours. You were about to walk out of the door when you felt a burst of confidence.

“Sanemi?” 

He hummed in response, pausing his closing duties.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

“Fuck no,” he responded. “I just want to give you time to think about it.”

“Oh. Okay,” you responded as you breathed a sigh of relief. “You realize that was a crazy way to go about that, right?”

Sanemi’s cheeks reddened and you watched as he swallowed.

“Sorry. I’ve never done anything like this before,” he explained, and you knew he must be referring to hooking up with a tutoring student because that was one of the best kisses you’d ever had.

“Look,” he continued. “I think you’re really improving in your class, and there’s only a few weeks left of the semester. I don’t want to fuck things up for you. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, but I want you to be in control here.”

You nodded your head, hoping you’d remember everything he said later when you weren’t in a daze so you could process it, and walked out the door.

You experienced several different emotions over the course of the next few days. The strongest being anger, because what the fuck was that? Did Sanemi think you were incapable of handling a casual hookup? Did he think you’d go crazy if he only wanted to fuck you once? Did he think you’d burn down the Learning Center or avoid it to the detriment of your GPA?

Sure, you had a crush on him. Okay fine, you’d love to do more than fuck him once but you’d doubted he’d be interested in that. Would you be sad when it was over? Yes. But, you’d handle it like any grown, confident woman. You’d act like it didn’t bother you, look hotter than ever at your remaining tutoring sessions, and cry about it three months later drunk at 2:00 AM.

With that mentality, you marched into the Learning Center when Friday rolled around, wearing a different set this time. This one was white, brand new and gorgeous.

You could tell Sanemi was completely unprepared for the emotions roaring through you when you saw him casually reorganizing files in the cabinets adorning the walls, but hell hath no fury like a woman wanting to get fucked, so you cleared your throat.

Sanemi whipped his head towards you, eyes widening just like you’d imagined when you’d picked out this outfit.

He scanned your form slowly. Today, you were wearing a sheer white shirt paired with a baby blue leather skirt. Your strappy white platform heels made your legs look incredibly defined, and your lacy bra was on display through the mesh fabric.

You’d garnered several looks as you waltzed across campus wearing this at 3:45 PM, but again, hell hath no fury like a woman wanting to get fucked.

“Hi,” Sanemi finally said after he’d fully taken you in.

“Hello, Sanemi.”

You waltzed over to the table you always chose, and began unpacking your bag. You’d only just placed your textbook on the desk by the time Sanemi joined you from across the table.

You watched him squirm in your periphery and attempted to keep your triumphant grin at bay.

You only looked at him once you’d straightened out all three of the pencils you’d taken out of your pouch for no reason. 

“I’ve thought about what you said,” you told him, wanting to get right down to business.

“You have?” Sanemi asked, his voice strained and you could see how difficult it was for him to keep his eyes on your face.

“I have.”

“And?” He’d given up an internal battle, and was gawking openly at your sheer shirt now.

“And, I want you to fuck me on this table.”

Sanemi swallowed once. And then again. Finally, he brought his eyes back to yours.

“I’ll go lock the door.”

With his back facing you, you finally allowed yourself to grin in victory.

You heard him take a deep breath as he locked the door, and then everything happened quickly.

You willingly gave up what little power you’d just lorded over him with your outfit and the scene you’d made when his lips pressed against the most sensitive part of your neck.

Strong arms lifted you from your seat and sat you on the table, casting your props aside. You whimpered as he pressed into you, lips still attached to your neck.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked right after he licked your jaw.

You nodded furiously.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes! Fuck yes.”

He chuckled before his lips finally found yours. This kiss was so much hungrier than your last, and you melted into him.

You shivered when his hand made its way underneath your skirt, and your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers started dancing along the lace standing between his hand and your pussy.

“How long have you been thinking about this? Your skirts just got shorter every week,” he taunted you, fingers running circles around your clothed clit. “When did you decide you wanted me to fuck you on this desk?” He asked in a breathy whisper against your ear, smirking when he felt you shudder.

You moaned when he started fully teasing your clit through the white thong you’d worn just for him.

“Answer me,” he growled as he gripped your hair. All his professionalism had gone out of the window now. “Or I’m gonna leave you right here all needy for me.”

“Since the first day!” You gasped out, clenching your thighs together, desperate for some friction.

He chuckled darkly, oozing confidence when he said, “The first day? You’re filthy.” He finally slipped your thong to the side and felt your slick folds. “And you’re soaking wet. Would you have thrown yourself at any tutor? Is that how desperate you are?”

“No!” You squealed as he continued to tease you, stroking your folds but still not granting you the pressure you needed on your clit. “Only you! Wanted you so badly when I first saw you in class. All my friends teased me for it.”

Sanemi’s eyes widened. You’ve wanted him that long? 

“Did you ever think about me when you touched yourself?” 

“Yes!”

Sanemi shuddered, not that you could see. Your eyes were clenched shut, your lips were parted and your mind was mush.

“Yeah? Tell me what you want from me now that you’re dripping wet for me.”

“Want you to fuck me. Need it so fucking bad,” you whined as you grinded into his hand.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he tsked, fingers still teasing you. “But I guess I was wrong.”

He nearly moaned at the sight of your wide eyes when they shot open as you insisted, “I am!”

He chuckled as he started lazily playing with your clit. You gasped and arched your back as his experienced hands made you clench around nothing.

“How has the earth’s surface changed over time?”

“W-what?”

Sanemi responded with a disappointed sigh. “You told me you were a good girl, right? I’ll give you what you want if you answer the question.”

You desperately wanted to respond and be good for him, but you couldn’t focus with his hot breath against your neck. You wanted him to kiss you so badly.

“Come on, I know you can do it. Answer me,” he taunted, licking a stripe along your neck.

“It’s been reshaped over time!”

“Mhmm, and why is that?”

He picked up the pace on your clit. He was so cruel.

“Weather patterns and erosion!”

You shuddered, embarrassingly close to orgasm from just his fingers, not even one inside of you yet.

He let himself bathe in the sight of you. Lips parted and panting for him for a moment before he slipped one finger inside of you.

“Oh my god, fuck!” You shouted, and he used his other hand to cover your mouth.

“You’ve gotta be quiet in here,” he chuckled. “I don’t want to lose my job, but I really do want to hear those pretty sounds. Do you think you can be quieter for me?”

You nodded, hips still grinding into his hand, silently begging for him to keep fingering you. He kissed your forehead as he pulled his hand away, and you felt demised by him, and how he was the perfect combination of rough and sweet. He gave you even more to rave about when he added a second finger.

With two fingers inside you now, you couldn’t help the moan that escaped just after you’d promised to be quiet. Lucky for you, he swallowed your moans with his mouth as soon as he saw your struggle.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he announced. “But first you’re going to answer one more question, and then you’re going cum for me.”

Before you could protest his insistence to incorporate science, Sanemi got down on his knees, fingers still inside you.

He used one hand to bunch up your skirt and moaned at the sight. Your thong to the side, your pussy swallowing his fingers. You really were a beautiful sight.

He licked a long, slow stripe from where his fingers were inside you to your clit, and all you could do was throw your head back and silently pray he wouldn’t stop.

“Tell me how tides work,” he whispered against your clit, his hot breath making you shake.

You couldn’t think, you could barely even fucking breathe. All your thoughts consisted of him, and there wasn’t any room for science. Still, you really wanted to be good for him, so you did your best to ignore the fingers pressing against your g-spot.

“The moon!” You all but gasped out when he licked you again.

Sanemi halted all movement for a moment, and you wondered whether he really wouldn’t fuck you if you couldn’t answer his questions. Just before you resorted to begging for him, you heard him mumble, “Good enough for me,” before he dove for your clit.

His tongue was incredible. No one had brought you to the edge so fast before. You would’ve attributed it to the sexy scenario you’d found yourself in, but there was no denying the expertise of Sanemi’s tongue. He licked circles around your clit before licking it directly, changing up his movements until you started convulsing, and then he doubled down. You writhed against the table, biting your lip hard to keep yourself from screaming his name as you came for him.

He licked you slowly as you came down, chuckling as it made your sensitive body spasm.

You’d closed your eyes at some point, but heard Sanemi shuffling and soon enough felt his fingers slowly leave you. Before you could complain you felt them pressing against your mouth.

“Lick,” he instructed. And, well, you’d do just about anything he asked.

Realizing you’d yet to do a thing for him, you made a real show of it. Sucking his fingers methodically, opening your eyes so he could see the desire in them. You swirled your tongue around his fingertips after you’d sucked them clean, and he removed them slowly. 

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Can’t wait to feel more of that some other time.”

You furrowed your brows.

“Some other time?”

Sanemi smiled and brushed the hair out of your face, just like he’d wanted to do all those weeks ago.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you tonight. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” His eyes looked so soft and earnest as he spoke to you. It was almost as if you hadn’t just ridden his tongue to a desperate climax. “But,” he continued, looking a bit nervous. “If you have fun and want to do this again, I’d love to see what you can do with your tongue.”

You nodded your head in a daze, and his answering smirk was sinful. You wondered if he had any idea just how much you wanted to do this again, despite the fact that you hadn’t even felt him. But, that could be changed quickly.

“Take off your pants,” you instructed, and you did your best to sit up. 

“After you take off your shirt,” he said as he swallowed, eyes darting back down to the bra peeking through your shirt. “I’ve been wanting to see your tits for a very long time.”

You grinned at him. “Glad to know I’ve made an impression.”

Sanemi looked at you in disbelief. “You’ve made a huge fucking impression, now take off your shirt if you don’t want me to rip it.”

That had you moving quickly to pull off the flimsy material. Your fingers found the clasp of your bra and you were about to remove it when you heard Sanemi say, “Wait.”

You looked up at him in surprise, and your eyes widened as you realized he was entirely naked. You felt hot as your eyes raked over his form and you wondered if you were drooling.

“Fuck,” you whispered, eyes zeroed in on all seven inches of him.

He chuckled. “Like what you see?” He teased you, your eyes still not leaving his cock.

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

When your eyes finally made their way back to his face, you realized he was smirking again, not that you could blame him. You’d walked in here with the confidence of a seasoned dominatrix only to drool as soon as he got undressed.

“I want to be the one to unwrap you,” he murmured as he pulled your body towards him by your waist, your ass sliding on cool surface of the table.

“Please,” you whispered.

Sanemi trailed his fingers across the lace of your bra, and you took a sharp breath when he pinched both your nipples at once.

“Do you like that?” He asked, his eyes glossing over as your nipples hardened beneath the lace.  

“Yes,” you moaned, tilting your head back when you felt his cock against you. He slid off your thong first, one hand still playing with your tits. He brought his lips to yours again and you kissed him eagerly, each kiss better than the last as his tongue invaded your mouth.

He pulled away slowly, his lips lingering on yours before he pulled back just enough to see you as he finally unclamped your bra.

“Fuck,” he murmured as he stared at your bare tits. “You’re fucking perfect,” His eyes were hazy, and he looked like he was in a trance as he ran his fingers over you, his warm skin more than welcome as the cool air tickled your skin.

“Sanemi,” you whimpered. “Please, please fuck me.”

That seemed to wake him up. “So needy,” he teased you. All you could do was nod your head. There was no use in denying it.

“Only for you,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

Sanemi’s breath hitched in his throat at your sincerity. Your voice sounded so raw, so earnest. You really were laid out here just for him. 

The realization spurred him into action.

“Turn around,” he demanded, and you jumped up to oblige him. You slid off the desk just enough to turn around, and let him press you down onto the cool surface. You shook your ass for him when you heard him unzip your skirt, and he spanked you once he’d pulled the material down.

“I believe you said something about wanting me to fuck you on top of this table,” he leaned down to whisper into your ear from behind, his hair tickling your nape.

“Please,” you begged him.

His weight lifted off of you and you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. “Hold still,” he grunted when you grinded against him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You sighed against the desk, but didn’t even have time to pout before you felt his length slowly sliding into you. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt your walls wrap around him. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“For you, it’s all for you,” you gasped as he bottomed out inside you.

He moved slowly at first, giving you time to get used to his cock, and you mewled when he ran a slow stroke against your g-spot.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, surely knowing the answer from the way your pussy clenched around him, but you nodded your head anyway.

“Feels so good. Faster, please.”

Sanemi obliged, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming himself back in. He repeated the actions until you were moaning nonsensically, drooling onto the table and too fucked out to care.

“Your pussy is so perfect,” he praised you as his hand wrapped around your waist and found your clit.

“Oh my god don’t stop,” you whined when his fingers started circling your bud as he began fucking you faster now. 

“Not gonna stop, feels too fucking good, fuck .” He grunted as your walls clenched again as he hit your g-spot.

The pace of his fingers increased on your clit as he pumped himself into you, and your soft walls went from clenching to spasming around his cock.

“Where can I cum, Y/N?” 

“Inside! I have an IUD,” you whined. “Please, please cum inside. Want to feel you.”

“Fuck,” he moaned. Sanemi used the hand that wasn’t on your clit to pull you off the table and truly impale you with his cock. You gasped at how deep he was able to reach in this position, and he held you up as he continued rubbing your clit.

“I’m gonna cum, Sanemi. Gonna cum for you,” you whined as you arched your back, walls tightening around his cock, only able to stay upright thanks to his strength.

“Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear as he pinched your clit with the perfect amount of pressure until you saw white. 

Your moans were embarrassing and guttural. You felt feral as you came undone in a way you never had before, only brought back to life as you felt his cum flood your walls with a sharp grunt.

He pulled out of you slowly and laid you down on the table gently. You closed your eyes and willed yourself to fill your lungs with the air his cock had seemingly punched out of you. 

When you came to, Sanemi was kissing you everywhere. He kissed your cheeks, then your neck, followed by your shoulders and chest. When his lips made his way to your stomach he got on his knees and continued to worship you.

“Thank you so much,” you heard him whisper as he kissed your thighs. “That was incredible.”

You sighed sleepily and smiled at the mop of white hair in your vision as you opened your eyes.

“Pretty sure I should be thanking you.”

Sanemi’s head popped back up and you pulled him in to kiss you.

“That was fucking amazing, Sanemi,” you whispered into his mouth.

Sanemi let you hold his face like that for a few seconds, smiling at you, before he looked at the clock on the wall. 

“Y/N?” He whispered your name in question as he turned back to you.

“Yes?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair.

“Want to go grab dinner?”

“But it’s only 6:00. Don’t you have an hour left here?” You asked, eyes wandering towards the same clock.

Sanemi chuckled as he stood up slowly, searching for the clothes he’d thrown to the floor. He passed you yours first before shrugging on his boxers. 

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re the only ones lame enough to spend Friday evening in the Learning Center.”

You giggled as you slid your underwear back on. “Sure,” you replied. “Dinner would be nice.”