Mermaid fucker! Sanemi you say? Color me very intrigued.
heavy on the mermaid in mermaid!fucker Sanemi, yes.
The scored sides of your neck flare beneath his lips, and you jerk violently in his arms.
Sanemi pulls back. “What —?”
“I —“ you blush, gills flattening back into place. “They’re — they’re sensitive.”
Sanemi brushes your hair over your shoulder to study the side of your neck. They’re barely discernible flat; just three, even streaks of iridescence that ripple with your throat as you work to swallow.
All heat is chased away, and his brow furrows with concern. “You can breathe though, right?” Sanemi untangles himself from you, leaning away to study your abdomen and ribs; watches for the telltale rise and fall of human lungs. “D’you need to go back to the sea —?”
“No!” You wrap a pearl-encrusted hand around his wrist, long nails scratching the delicate skin below his palm. “They react when I’m in the water, naturally, but — I did not think they’d react on land.”
“To…stimulus,” you answer carefully, though you drop your eyes. “As your breath does, whenever you’re excited.”
Sanemi tilts his head, letting the weight of your words settle.
“Excited?” He leans in close, exhaling softly against the ridges of your neck and to his delight, they ripple in answer. “Are you excited, sweet siren?”
“N-no,” you force out, but your neck arcs slightly in response, your chest heaving with quick little pants. When he glances down, he sees the tips of your breasts have pebbled.
“What do you know of the touch of a man?” He whispers into your throat, nose skimming across your collar bones. “I would show you, if you’d let me.”