This was requested it’s a demisexual readerxSam. I apologize if I didn’t portray this correctly and if I did say anything wrong please educate me. I’d honestly never heard of this, so I did some research but not everything you get on the internet is 💯 true so I’m open to some education on the subject if I’m wrong.
“We’d been making out and it was hot but I knew where his mind was going and I just can’t have sex with him yet.” I said. I was on the phone with y/bff.
“Well did you tell him why?” S/he asked.
I said, “ Of course not. He’s gunna think I don’t like him.”
He cleared his throat then, alerting me he was there.
“I gotta go, I’ll call you later.” I hurriedly ended the call as he came into the room and sat across from me at the kitchen table.
“Do you like me?” Sam asked breaking the short silence that had fell between us when I ended the call.
“Yes I like you.” I said focusing on my hands so that I didn’t have to look at him.
We sat in silence a little longer then Sam said something that I was afraid all along he would ask, “Do you just not find me...sexually attractive?”
I glanced up and saw hurt on his face and I knew I should tell him what was going on. “Sam, it’s not that. I’m... I just uh I’m not ready to have sex.” That’s not what I wanted to say.
“Oh... so are you a virgin?” He asked looking thoughtful.
“No it’s not that either. I’m a demisexual...” I blurted out.
“Uhm I’m not really sure what that means.” He said.
My face was red, I could feel it. I’m not embarrassed to be who I am it’s just that men don’t generally react well to my wanting a commitment. “It means that I don’t have a sexual attraction to you. And I won’t until we have like a really good emotional connection. I mean we have an emotional connection idk it’s just not strong enough yet. Like I don’t know I have to be ready...”
I was babbling. I couldn’t look at him so I just kept talking. Finally I heard him chuckle and he put his hand over mine from across the table. I stared at our hands, I quit rambling but I still didn’t look at him.
“Y/n.” He said, obviously wanting me to look at him. I didn’t.
“Y/n, it’s ok. Look at me. Please?” He didn’t seem upset and he hadn’t walked away. So I looked up at him.
His eyes were kind and understanding and we sat there for a second just looking at each other. “I want you to be ready. And I’m know if both of us have that connection, romantic and emotional, the sexual aspect of our relationship will be so much better. I’m really glad you told me.” He kissed my hand and he was all smiles.
“Ya wanna watch a movie?” I asked and he just got up and started making popcorn.
“Yea! You pick the movie I’ll meet you in the living room in five.” He said still smiling.
Of course Sam would be okay with this. Why wouldn’t he be what was I so afraid of.
I sent a text to y/bff -I told him. We’re good he’s totally fine with it :)-
S/he responded -I knew he would be. Call me later :) byee-