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Graduation is two weeks away, and you’re set on losing your virginity before it’s over. But as you push your limits with Sion, the unspoken rules that have governed your friendship with Yushi for five years begin to fail. You realize the "do something that scares me" entry on your bucket list wasn't about having sex at all—it was about the moment the safety of your friendship dissolved, forcing you to see Yushi for who he’s truly been all along.
╰┈➤ tags: non-idol au, best friends to lovers, fluff, they’re 19, WC: 15.8k
warnings: first time, jealousy, oral (fem receiving), mutual masturbation, breastplay, p in v (protected!), they’re so freaked out, reader is horny and impatient, actually making love if you squint
“We should make a list.”
Yushi looks up from his textbook. “Mh?”
“A bucket list,” You clarify, your cheeks flushing as you fidget with the edge of the book. “I mean, we’re graduating in exactly two weeks, and there are still so many things we haven’t done. We haven’t really lived high school.”
“You don’t live high school. You just survive it, y/n.” He shakes his head, returning his eyes back down to the dense paragraphs of his book.
You watch him, annoyed by how easily he remains untouched by the urgency pulling at you.
It frustrates you how he can just retreat into his own quiet corner, completely unfazed by it all, while your own mind is spinning with the countdown of your final days. You sigh, leaning across the desk to press your palm flat against the cover of his textbook and snap it shut.
Under the weight of your hand, Yushi finally stills.
“I’m just saying.” Your voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. “Aren’t there things you want to do before leaving this shithole? Things you won’t ever be able to do once we’re out there in the real world?”
The book sits trapped beneath your palm, but he makes no move to reclaim it. Instead, he watches the way the golden light catches on the edge of the wood—silent, as if he wants to gather it up, seize it, and keep it tucked away in his pockets forever as a memory. A still ache fills your chest as you watch him. You realize how quickly this morning light will fade into afternoon blues, and how these stolen moments before the bells ring are already narrowing down to zero.
You push the ticking clock of graduation out of your mind for a second, and focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing right across from you—even though you already begin to miss the version of him that belongs only to this room.
“Maybe,” He finally breaks the silence, his voice trailing off as if he is letting the thought truly settle between you. “I kind of want to stage a protest at graduation. Steal a golf cart, drive it across the stage while the principal is mid-speech. Go out with a bang.”
“Oh?” You let out a soft laugh, the sound bright against the heavy memories of this classroom. “I was thinking of something a little more lowkey, like maybe just showing up, but if you’ve already got the getaway vehicle picked out...”
You turn in your chair, crouching down to unzip your backpack. Yushi watches you, his quiet gaze unreadable. You can't tell if he genuinely resents the distraction, or if he's simply caught off guard by the restless energy you've brought into his world. Pulling out a stray, slightly crumpled piece of paper, you smooth it flat against the worn wood of the table.
“Let’s make a proper list,” You say, clicking your pen. You look up at him, your gaze thick with expectation.
Yushi just stares back at you, his expression entirely empty like a clean page waiting for you to write the first line.
You roll your eyes and the tension breaks just a little. “Okay, fine, I’ll start. I want us to have an all-night movie marathon. No sleeping allowed. Your turn.”
The quiet air between you shifts as he finally lets the weight of your seriousness settle. He looks at you, and there it is—that sudden, unspoken understanding that he sees the restless countdown echoing in your head. For the first time, he is willing to meet you in it.
“Let’s watch the sunset,” He says, letting the words drift softly across the table. “Somewhere high up, where we can see the whole town turn to dark.”
“I like that.”
Even as time pulls the world toward tomorrow, there is no one else you would rather stay beside as the day draws to a close. So you just sit there, your shoulder brushing against his, stealing another minute from a world that won't stop moving.
A sharp ache settles into the spaces between your ribs. You look at his face, trying to memorize every line of it, the exact tilt of his head, silently pulling the moment taut and stretching this fragile present as far as it can go.
The truth is that you aren’t ready to let go just yet. Yushi has claimed a place in your life despite the short time you've known him. He stepped into your world so quietly and completely that it feels as though he has always been there, filling up the empty spaces before you even knew how to name them.
You clear your throat. “My turn. I want to buy myself something completely frivolous.”
The corners of Yushi’s mouth perk up. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. A pair of really hideous earrings.”
“You don’t even have your ears pierced.”
“That’s the whole point, Yushi.” You say, emphasizing each word before dissolving into a soft laugh.
Yushi smiles then, and his features yield to the moment just as a stray beam of sun hits his face. The glow seems to spill from him—and suddenly, the morning light flares against the glass, painting the empty classroom in strokes of warmth that make the world outside fade completely away.
“Come on,” You say softly, the words barely more than a murmur as your shoulder gently brushes against his. “Give me more.”
As Yushi takes the paper and pen into his hands, you feel your heart sink and swell all at once. The room falls still—the only sound the faint scratching of the pen before he lays it down between you.
“Start a new tradition?” You read aloud.
Yushi nods, though his expression carries a flicker of uncertainty. “Yeah. Something just for us. Something we keep doing, no matter where we go for college or how messy things get.”
A tradition means a promise to keep going, even when college changes everything. It is exactly what you have been too afraid to ask for. Still, you look up from the ink to his face, where the morning light still catches the edge of his jaw, and feel the ache behind your ribs finally begin to soften.
“Okay,” Your whisper steadies as you meet his gaze.
Yushi can be frustratingly guarded, but underneath the silence, there’s precision to the way he cares. He doesn’t always use words to say it, but he has a way of noticing the tiny things you think go unseen—the invisible shifts in your posture when you feel exposed, and the wordless truths you try to keep to yourself.
When he passes the paper back to you, your hand wavers over the blank space. You know exactly what you want to write, but the thought of seeing it in ink makes your pulse quicken. Putting it on the page would make it real—and once the words are there, in indelible ink, everything changes.
“What?” Yushi asks, tilting his head as if trying to decode the sudden hesitation in your eyes.
“Promise you won’t laugh at me?”
“I didn’t laugh when you confidently gave a five-minute presentation in English class with your sweater on completely backward and inside out.” Yushi counters. “I don’t think anything could top that.”
A small smile breaks through your nerves as you shake your head. He had definitely let out a quiet snort back then, but you love the effort he is making to ease your mind.
“I want to do something that scares me.” You murmur.
Yushi leans in close and slides his chair toward yours, shrinking the room around you until the tension in your shoulders fades away. “Like what?”
Your fingers trace the cool plastic of the pen, then your grip tightens, stalling before the nib can even brush the page. You could back down—the idea was yours, after all—but a resolute voice at the back of your brain is pulling at you to be brave. It’s a fragile thing, this unspoken truth hanging heavily between you. You know Yushi will not mock you, yet you remain suspended on the edge of your own hesitation between the thought and the ink.
To write the words down is to admit who you are becoming.
You are nineteen now, standing on the precipice of everything that comes next. There is an unshakable gravity to growing up, and to the dire terror of letting someone else see the parts of you that you keep hidden—but the regret of never knowing feels infinitely heavier. You do not want to leave high school without that kind of understanding.
The words leave your lips before your mind can pull them back.
“I want to have sex.”
A hot flush creeps up your neck and paints your cheeks an undeniable red. This was a mistake, you think almost instantly, as a sudden panic anchors itself in your chest. You brace yourself for the inevitable—for Yushi to break into a grin, to crack a joke, or to hide behind his usual dry wit to save you both from the awkwardness.
But Yushi swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply against the sudden stillness. He parts his lips as if to say something, but the words dissolve before they can form, and the laughter you expected entirely vanishes. Instead, his gaze drops and traces the familiar lines of your world. His eyes flicker toward the school logo stitched over your chest, and from there, they drift down to your hands as you nervously twist the pen in your lap.
The air between you bends, growing dense with a warmth that coats your skin like early summer fever. He remains perfectly still, yet the atmosphere around him begins to press close. A faint rippling breaks through his composure, and you can sense the change in the air like the first press of wind before a storm. His breathing turns shallow, and the familiar mask of his mockery melts from his face. His eyes lock onto yours like a needle finding north, though it is unclear just how deeply your words have marked him.
A long moment passes before Yushi finally lets the quiet fall away.
“Having sex is like, the one thing you can still do out there in the adult world.”
“I know, but it’s different.” You say, taking a deep breath to steady the fluttering in your chest. “I just want to have some experience before college. That’s all.”
Yushi nods, though the tight line of his mouth betrays his skepticism. “Nobody cares about those things in the real world. If somebody really likes you, they won’t give a crap if you’re inexperienced.”
Your lips pull into a slight pout. “I’m scared of looking clueless at college. You know how guys get with girls who haven't had a boyfriend yet. Plus… I want to know how it feels. Don't you?"
His eyes lock onto yours with the pull of a tide that drowns out every thought he dares not say, and leaves you to drown in a silence of your own making. The single second stretches into an eternity as he silently weighs the risk of laying his mind bare, before the tension in his jaw melts into something softer.
“Of course I’m curious,” He confesses, his voice dropping into a near-whisper cadence. “But I’m not going to rush this just because everyone else is. I want to wait until it feels right.”
An anxious urge pulls you forward even as your instincts warn you to draw back. Your spine teeters in a tense tilt, locked between wanting to know and wanting to look away. You look for any sign of what he's thinking, but find nothing worth holding on to—Yushi only ever offers the words, and hoards the depth to himself.
“And how do you know if it’s right?”
A gentle expression dawns on Yushi’s face just as the morning sun caresses him, gilding the curve of his mouth in amber light. Without even realizing, the warmth tugs at your lips and pulls them upward to mirror his own. It feels like you’re sharing a moment that belongs only to the two of you—until the frigid voice of rationality steps in, whispering that it doesn't mean anything more.
Yushi is a friend. Just a friend.
Still, he holds your eyes just a beat longer than he usually does. There is an unmistakable tenderness there, so plain for you to see—the kind of unfiltered affection that strips away his usual distance and leaves your heart tripping over its own rhythm.
“I’ll just know.”
You are on a mission.
You know exactly what you have to do, even if Yushi doesn’t entirely agree with your methods, or the ultimate scope of what you are chasing. Truly, ever since that conversation in the empty classroom a few days ago, you haven't been able to think about anything else. Taking that leap is just a normal part of growing up. It is a path so many others have already walked, and yet it feels like a monumental rite of passage to you, even if the rest of the world treats it as routine.
You want the experience for yourself—not because everyone else is doing it, but because you are tired of just wondering what lies on the other side of that threshold. You want to feel that rush for yourself. So, so badly.
The plan is simple: you show up at Sion’s party in a top that pulls and lifts until your chest looks like an invitation, and you wait for someone to get lost in the shadowed dunes between one breast and the other.
Yushi just shakes his head when you lay out the night like it’s a high-stakes heist. He mutters that you're taking a step backward by dressing for an audience, but his logic is just cold salt against the feverish hum of your skin. You aren’t here to entertain his lecture when your pulse is already aimed toward the prize—a night where you feel bold and reckless enough to chase the heat of being wanted and the ache of being ruined.
The plan is already in motion, and you don’t care that Yushi went dead silent the second you stepped out of your front door. You don’t care that he hasn't looked at you once since he started the car, his knuckles white against the steering wheel as if the space between the seats has suddenly become impossible to navigate. Whatever storm is brewing on his side of the car is just a hollow echo compared to your reflection, where your tits spill over the edges of that top like a sacred invitation waiting for the right pair of hands to claim it.
(And if Yushi’s gaze founders in your cleavage when you’re applying another layer of gloss, you don’t notice at all. You never do, anyway.)
When you arrive at the party, the room is already a sea of moving bodies. You recognize faces from the high school hallways, classmates waving at you and Yushi with drinks clutched tightly in their hands. The music is loud enough that you feel the bass deep in your chest—an overwhelming intrusion, but exactly what you need. It serves as a physical reminder that you are standing here, wide awake, burning so desperately with life.
You catch sight of Sion, and your focus narrows onto him like he is your chosen prey for the evening. Beside you, Yushi goes still. You don't have to say a word for him to register the tension in your shoulders—he simply absorbs the shift, the way he always does, and silently closes the space between you.
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” His whisper sends waves of shivers right through you. Before the sensation even has time to settle, his palm finds the bare skin above your skirt and takes root there, firmly, as if the touch is the only thing keeping you from dissolving entirely into the noise.
Yushi gives you one last look that is laden with hesitation, yet stripped of the softness he usually holds for you. And right then, even in the shadows of the house, you don’t need clarity to know the ground has just given away beneath your feet. The fierce chasm in his eyes pools darker than the room itself.
You nod anyway and wait, tracking Yushi until he's folded back into the crowd before you turn your heels toward Sion. You don’t even know why you do it—this hesitation, this lingering. Part of you wants to make sure he isn’t left alone for the rest of the night, and the rest just needs him far enough away that he won't see the mistake you're about to make.
By the time you reach Sion, your lips curve into a wide smile that tilts more into a smirk.
It’s no secret Sion is good-looking. There’s a natural authority to his presence that draws every eye and cradles him at the center of the room while everyone else blurs around him. You don’t particularly feel that pull yourself, but that doesn't stop you from appreciating that he was handed a winning hand by biology itself. Sion’s good looks are a fact, an objective truth acknowledged by the entire school body—and a detail you’re more than willing to turn in your favor right now.
“Hey,”
You say, the word coming out a little too stiffly. A little too rushed. A wave of self-consciousness washes over you instantly, and you regret the awkwardness the exact second it leaves your mouth.
“Oh, y/n! I was hoping you’d come.” Sion says, and there's a sudden brightness in his expression that's impossible to miss. He shifts on his feet, leaning toward you as he gestures toward a line of bottles. “Let me pour you a drink.”
Leaning against the kitchen counter, you watch him reach for the glasses with a practiced ease—but even as you take in the brilliant sight, you're entirely immune to his effect.
There’s no magic in the way the veins in his hands grow distinct and tense as he reaches for the bottle. You don't feel a single thing when he manufactures a flimsy excuse just to reach out and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart remains perfectly still even when he takes your glass, fitting his mouth over the exact, shimmering stain of your lip gloss without breaking eye contact once. It’s irritating, almost—how much you wish your heart would hammer against your ribs when his hand begins tracing causal circles against your skin.
There’s no rush, none of the excitement you thought you’d feel—just pure remorse that settles over you like a long evening shadow, swallowing every last bit of your warmth.
Sion’s lips press against yours, testing the waters before he pulls you in deeper with more purpose. You go through the motions as you kiss him back, even though the moment feels too rushed, too hollow. It’s frustrating how easily it falls apart against the weight of the expectations you spent the whole school year imagining.
Sion has clearly done this before, yet his touch feels entirely superficial, like he’s afraid to let his guard down and leave a real impression. His hands hover and shift against your waist, never quite finding where to rest and lacking any real intent. It coaxes a frustrated groan from your throat—a sound he misinterprets completely as a green light to draw you closer.
The urge to wedge distance between your bodies makes your eyes flicker open, but every intention evaporates the moment you catch sight of Yushi watching from across the room. While the rest of his friends sway to the beat of the music, Yushi stands completely still, his eyes fixed solely on you. Even from across the crowded room, you see the sharp clench of his jaw the second Sion’s hand brushes against your cheek.
It isn't the first time Yushi has kept a protective eye on you at a party, ready to offer an easy escape if things go sideways—but tonight, there are deeper undercurrents to his vigilance. The warm solace of your best friend is gone, overwritten by a severe coldness you can’t decipher. But the more you look at him the more the restlessness at the base of your stomach—the one that hadn't stirred at all while Sion touched you—flares to life.
It’s a rush of pure adrenaline, and it has nothing to do with the sloppy, uncoordinated kisses Sion is forcing on your lips.
It is just Yushi, you remind yourself. Your Yushi, the person who knows you better than anyone else—yet, he is watching you with a gravity that means nothing and everything all at once.
Pushing your hands against Sion, you finally force enough distance to break apart. If this is everything you’ve ever wanted, why does drawing in a breath taste like absolute freedom? Like it’s the only good thing that’s happened all night? You glimpse the confusion on Sion’s face and the shape of an apology bending his mouth—one you don't actually hear, but feel settling over you all the same.
Right now, you can't string a single thought together. All you can see, all you can focus on, is the tight clench of Yushi’s jaw while someone else’s mouth is crowded against yours, and the gaze he fixes on you, burning, almost obsessive, as if it’s taking him every ounce of his control not to step in and rip Sion away from you.
As if your very breath belongs to him.
Your feet move toward a precise location before you’ve even had a chance to think your actions through. It’s muscle memory—an instinctual, inescapable pull that always draws you back to Yushi whenever the world starts to feel like too much. But this time, as you weave through the sea of dancing bodies, you feel a spark of anger ignite at your fingertips.
He ruined it—partially, technically. Without taking so much as a single step toward you, Yushi managed to completely shatter the moment. He has no clue that a single look from him made you feel more alive than Sion’s kiss ever could, and he can’t know either.
To tell him the truth is to cross a line you can never, ever step back over. Yushi is your best friend, of all people. The one person you can’t afford to lose. To give the attraction a name is to strike a match against your history and watch everything you’ve ever built together go up in flames. As you close the distance between you, the reality sinks in—this friendship is the only safe ground you have left, and you aren't ready to lose it.
“Checked it off your list already?”
He tries to pass it off as a joke, but his tone gives him away. It doesn't sound like casual sarcasm to your ears. If anything, it sounds like a raw nerve being struck—as if watching you with someone else is a bitter pill he's being forced to swallow.
He doesn't even spare you a glance as he speaks.
His shoulders are squared toward the rest of your friends, carving out a space that completely excludes you as if you’ve become invisible to the only person you're actually looking at.
You should be glad he isn’t looking at you right now, not after the way his gaze burned through you while you were with Sion. But you aren't. Because even just catching the edge of his jaw in the dim light makes you fall apart anyway.
“What is wrong with you tonight?” You press, stepping closer so he can hear you over the music.
Yushi’s expression tightens. He keeps his eyes fixed on the scuffed floorboards, refusing to meet your gaze. “What are you talking about?”
“Really? You don’t know?” The words burst from you, the tension of the past few days finally bubbling over. “You criticized me. You tried to talk me out of this. You groaned in frustration every time I even mentioned how I wanted tonight to go, and then you just stood there, staring me down. It feels like you’ve been doing everything in your power to ruin my night.”
He lets out a dry snort but says nothing, keeping his lips tightly sealed. His eyes deliberately wander to the ceiling, and that's the exact moment your frustration finally boils over.
“You won't even look at me,” The words come out quieter and more vulnerable than you meant them to be. You step directly into his personal space, forcing him to acknowledge you. He flinches back half a step, and for the first time, the impenetrable wall he usually keeps between you looks ready to crack.
“Why are you so mad at me?”
“I just—” He stops himself short, shaking his head as if trying to physically stop the wrong words from escaping. He draws in a slow breath, his jaw flexing as he forces himself not to look at you. “I don't understand why you’re in such a hurry to lose your virginity to someone who doesn't even matter to you.”
You blink, tilting your head as you try to process his words. For some obscure reason, a part of you actually wants it to be jealousy. You want his words to bite a little, because at least then you'd know for sure that the idea of anyone else touching you actually gets to him.
“Do I have to run a list of names by you first?” The words are sharp with disbelief. “Just wait for you to point at who you approve of? Is that how this works now, Yushi?”
And finally, his head snaps toward you, snaring you in a look so intense it locks you right in place. You’ve wanted him to look at you all night, but now that he is, you find yourself suddenly wishing he'd look away. It’s less of a victory and more a trap. There is nowhere left for you to hide, no casual excuse to fall back on—just the suffocating weight of his attention holding you hostage right there in the open.
He shakes his head. When he speaks again, his voice drops to a low, strained warning. “Drop it. We’re not doing this tonight. Not here.”
“I don’t want to fight either,” The annoyance in your voice is sharp enough to cut through the noise of the room. You cross your arms over your chest, putting up a wall of your own. “I just want to know what's going on in your head right now. Because you are clearly holding back.”
Before you can talk yourself out of it, you take another step forward, directly into his orbit where he doesn't have room to push you away.
“Tell me, Yushi. Why does it matter so much to you if my first time is with someone I don’t know that well? Why are you so hung up on who I’m with?” You throw the question right at him, refusing to back down. “It’s my business. You don’t get to decide what’s good for me, and you definitely don’t get to be this pissed off at me for kissing someone else when you aren't even... we aren't even like that.”
A heavy silence falls between you even as your bones continue to pulse with the vibrations of the music. Around you, the party rages on, but the air right here has gone stagnant and suffocating. Everything else starts to blur at the edges, until the music and the voices fade into a meaningless hum in the background. Suddenly, he’s the only person that matters and the only thing that fills your senses.
“Exactly.” He whispers.
“What?”
“Exactly,” He repeats, finally looking right into your eyes. His voice is tight with a confession he’s fought against making. “It’s your business, and I shouldn’t butt in. I shouldn’t have a single say in it. But seeing you with someone else is driving me out of my mind, and I just don't know how to turn that off.”
The anger drains out of him, but its sting is replaced by a look that is far heavier, and far more exposed. His eyes seem to darken as his pupils open up, swallowing the color of his eyes until they look nothing but a deep, dark pool.
A gasp stalls in your throat as an electric current seems to pass right through your veins. It’s as if you’ve spent your whole life circling a silent fire, and now that the heat has finally caught you, you’re too close to do anything but let it burn you.
A dark strand of hair falls across his forehead, and you crave the simple touch of brushing it back where it belongs. But you can’t move. You stand rooted to the spot, caught in a wave of hunger and longing. All you can do is trace the familiar lines of his face—the curve of his brow, the slope of his nose, the shape of his lips.
Every fragmented memory and stray thought suddenly aligns, forming a picture that makes a terrifying amount of sense, until—
Oh.
You've looked at him every day for five years, yet right now, he is so breathtaking it feels like it's stealing the air right out of your lungs.
“Yushi,” The sound barely escapes you.
Yushi shakes his head, regret clouding his expression as he tries to pull away.
“I’m sorry.” He says, trying to step back. “It’s not my place to say those things. Just forget I even said them. I’ll ask Riku to drop you off later. Really, I’m so sor—”
You finally regain control of your muscles, stepping forward to cut him off mid sentence. Your palm curves right against the chiseled line of his jaw and the soft skin of his cheek, your fingers almost trembling as if the moment were fragile glass that a single breath could break. He is several inches taller than you, yet in this tiny pocket of space that is yours alone, he seems to pull inward, folding directly into your hand—and suddenly, you are the only two people left in this world.
You press your forehead right against his chin, letting your eyes close as the warmth of his breath brushes against your skin.
What am I doing? The logical part of your brain whispers, but the rest of you is too busy noticing how the static in your head has finally gone quiet. It’s the first time in nineteen years you haven't felt like you were just passing through.
“Be honest with me, Yushi.” You whisper. “Please.”
Yushi’s hand comes up to cup your waist, sinking into the dip you’ve been unconsciously carving for him since the start—a hollow you didn't even know was empty until his palm pressed home. He’s never touched you there, yet your skin recognizes his touch like its own.
There is no hesitation, no searching for permission or testing the air. His skin recognizes yours, too, as if it were a missing piece of himself he’s been searching for in the dark.
His thumb drags a quiet circle over your lower rib, etching his name into your flesh with a reverence that makes your heart stutter. It feels so incredibly right—not just the touch, or the way he’s so close your atoms almost crush into his, but the terrifying, unavoidable truth that everything you’ve ever wanted has always been right in front of you.
“You could’ve asked me,” he murmurs against your forehead, his fingers lightly caressing the side of your neck. “If you wanted to do this so badly, you could’ve just asked me. I matter to you.”
“You said you didn’t want to rush things.” Your voice shakes just enough to betray how much he affects you. “You said you were waiting for the right moment. How was I supposed to get anything from that? I’m not a mind reader, Yushi. I didn't know you wanted me to just ask.”
Yushi looks down at you, and his expression is so raw and exposed it makes your own heart ache.
“What else was I supposed to say? That I’ve never wanted anyone in my entire life as much as I want you? That the thought of someone else holding you makes me sick?”
“You’re an idiot.” You murmur, the words coming out more like a confession than a reprimand. “I’ve been trying to figure out why you were acting so weird, and this is it? You’ve just been... keeping this in?”
You look at him, and you realize that everything you thought you knew about him is officially outdated. The boy you grew up with has been replaced by someone much more complicated, and much more dangerous to your heart.
You feel like an idiot for missing all the signs, but you can't even process his confession because you're too busy dealing with your own—the fact that you want everything with him, of him, a piece of information you only discovered three seconds ago and have no idea what to do with.
“I didn't think I had a choice… I thought if I said it, I’d ruin everything. And I wasn't ready to lose you just because I couldn't keep my head straight.”
His hand finds your cheek, and the contact is so much heavier than it used to be. His thumb drags slowly over your lower lip, the touch so heavy with restraint it’s almost painful. It’s so obvious he’s still trying to hold himself back, even though the truth is out in the open. You can see it in the way his jaw is set, in the way his fingers twitch against your skin—like he’s terrified that if he stops being careful for even a second, he’ll lose control completely.
“I’m done hiding how I feel, y/n. I tried to be smart about it, to wait for the right time, but I can’t stay quiet for another second. It’s too much. I’m at a point where I’d rather just be honest and lose you than keep lying to your face every single day.”
Seriously, you feel so stupid for not understanding before, but you don't have time to dwell on the past. Not when he’s looking at you like this.
I want him.
The thought is loud, drowning out every doubt you’ve ever had. You don’t want to talk anymore. You don't want to explain. You just need to kiss him—right now, right here, before he has the chance to pull away.
“Yushi,” You lean into his space, refusing to give him an inch of distance to hide in. This is happening, and you aren't waiting for permission anymore. You’re going to kiss him. You just have to. “Shut up.”
The thread between you finally pulls taut, and you don’t think twice before catching the collar of his shirt and closing every distance that has ever set you apart.
When your lips finally meet his, the ache you’ve been carrying finally grounds itself. This kiss is nothing like the one you shared with Sion. There is no shallow imitation of what you think you should feel, or awkward searching for a rhythm that simply isn't there. Yushi’s mouth finds yours with a precision that makes your vision blur and your insides turn upside down.
His tongue slides in with tender certainty, brushing against yours as if all your history is now something you can actually touch. His hands slip onto the bare skin beneath the hem of your shirt. You catch your breath, and as he pulls you closer, you swear you feel his heart beat in your own chest.
Kissing Yushi is natural the same way taking a breath is—something instinctive you do without thinking just to stay alive. It’s so effortless that you don't realize how much you needed it until it has entirely consumed you.
You pull back just enough to breathe, but you stay right there, unwilling to put any real distance between you. When your eyes lock with his, you both break into wide, helpless smiles that reshape fears into certainties.
“I never wanted to ruin your night,” He pecks your lips gently as he murmurs. “As a matter of fact, I wanted you to succeed in your plans. I thought if you did, I could finally forget about all of this and move on. Guess I’m not the best at hiding it, am I?”
A soft chuckle rumbles in his chest and vibrates right against your lips, before he pulls back just enough to lock his eyes onto you. At last, he allows himself to drink in the sight of you.
His gaze drags down the length of your body, taking you in completely for the first time all night as if he’s trying to memorize every single line. He is entirely transfixed, the memory of your kiss still fresh on his lips. You are drowning in the same feverish energy, watching him lose himself in the soft curves of your chest.
There is a terrifying sanctity in the way he stares, tracing your lines with the agonizing precision of a sculptor carving your likeness into marble. And as you inhale the thick atmosphere, your breasts rising and straining the fabric of the top, you realize you have become his gravity—that at any moment, he might succumb and let the earth take him whole. It’s a personal triumph that the mere sight of you robs the air from his lungs and bruises his composure so much that the last pillar of his restraint finally buckles.
“You look incredible, by the way.” He maps the goosebumps on your lower back, his fingers trembling in a stark betrayal of his steady gaze. His mouth ghosts over the sensitive landscape of your neck, pressing a kiss slow enough to draw a broken shiver from your throat.
“You are so fucking hot it’s actually a problem.” He rasps against your skin. “I had to keep my eyes on the floor because I knew the second I saw you, I’d get rock hard in front of everyone.”
Your fingers knot into the fabric of his shirt as a molten weight pools deep in your belly. He hasn't even touched you yet—he is only looking, and it is enough to unravel you completely.
“You don’t have to hide it.” Rising to your tiptoes, you let your lips ghost over the shell of his ear, leaving a trail of ardor before pressing a lingering kiss that feels like a benediction. “You can look at me. I want to see you break.”
A guttural groan breaks from his chest—the kind of sound that’s slow and thick with the pleasure of indulging in your perfect geometry. There’s something feral and so infuriatingly hot about the wreckage you’ve made of him.
You watch the way his hair, once parted with precision, now betrays the evidence of your fingers where they clutched at him—as if he were the merciless thief of your balance and the only tether keeping you from total collapse all at once.
You tilt your head, your gaze wandering from his eyes to his lips. “So, am I allowed to ask you now? Because I just checked that list you were so worried about... and there’s only your name on it.”
“You want this so bad, mh?” An amused curve touches his lips, not quite a smile, but enough to show he understands exactly what he's doing to you.
He wears that smirk like a challenge, but you don’t let it fool you. The real power rests in your hands right now, and the sudden darkening of his eyes proves he knows it, too. You don’t even bother defending yourself against his pointed accusation. You just move closer, pressing your skin close enough to let the truth of his own body answer for him.
The hard line of his arousal brushes against your stomach, leaving a trailing fever in its wake that makes it clear he’s done for. Smirk or no smirk.
He tilts his hips into yours as a groan catches in his throat—and just like that, the tables turn. You’re the one flaunting the victory, and he’s the one left breathless by it.
“And you don’t?”
Yushi brushes his thumb gently over your lips, tracing the dampness he left there as if he’s trying to seal the memory of the kiss. “You sure about this?”
“Yes, Yushi.” You huff a frustrated breath. “If you don’t put your hands on me right now, I’m going home to do it myself. And I’ll be thinking of how much you’re missing out on while I do it.”
“Jesus, that’s so hot.” He draws in a slow breath, finally looking around the crowded room that, for the last ten minutes, had felt miles away. “My place is closer. Unless you’re really into the idea of getting naked in Sion’ bedroom?”
Your gaze drifts upward for a brief, exasperated second. “Your house sounds perfect.”
You turn your back on the crowd, shutting out the rumble of the music and the sea of familiar faces. The moment you step outside, the crisp night air brushes against your skin like a clean slate. You make your way to the car in a breathless rush, so giddy and laughing with reckless joy. He even swings the door open for you, but stops just long enough to steal a quick kiss. The brief thought of saying goodbye to the others flickers in your mind, but it vanishes just as quickly.
Nothing else matters now except the two of you, and the cosmic perfection of his hand wrapped in yours.
You pull each other close the second you cross his threshold, your hands tangling as though you’ve spent a lifetime apart. He guides you up the stairs, kissing you breathless the entire way. It’s the kind of desperate, head-spinning want that ignites teenagers in love—and perhaps that’s exactly what you are, even if neither of you has found the words to say it yet.
In the dark, Yushi’s hand finds the handle and turns it easily. You’ve been in this room a hundred times before—to pore over books, to get lost in the glow of a movie, and simply let the days unfold around you—but as the door swings open and closes behind the two of you, the familiar walls feel completely altered.
You’ve spent a hundred lifetimes here, but in none of them were you this close to forgetting your name. Yushi traps you against the door and starves your lungs of oxygen as his hand slides under your shirt to claim every inch of you. When his tongue finds the rhythm of yours, you realize it isn’t this room that has changed.
It’s only you, finally catching up to him as the moonlight transforms the familiar space into something more private and new.
Yushi pulls back, just enough to stare, and in the ink-dark of his eyes, you could swear you see the stars themselves beginning to glimmer.
“You’re so beautiful, y/n. I’ve had this exact moment memorized in my head, but it doesn’t even compare to the real thing.”
You hold his gaze, and just like that, everything clicks into place. The faint light reflecting in the dark of his gaze wakes you up completely, as though you've been blind until this exact second.
The world around you sharpens, and you realize that until this moment, you had only ever been looking at the shadows of things.
“It’s kind of silly, and I'm almost afraid to say it out loud, but I just realized… even when I'm not thinking about it, my eyes are always searching for you the second I walk in.”
Your confession pulls a beaming smile from Yushi. He threads his fingers through your hair, softly, as if you're made of something too good to be real. “Mh, is that right? And here I thought you were just staring at the wall."
When your lips meet again, you draw in that newfound clarity like your first breath of air.
One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw gently, while his thumb brushes your cheekbone as if to prove you aren't just a figment of his imagination. A soft groan escapes him when he realizes you are very much real—and so is this moment, along with the truths spoken in the space of a breath.
The world shrinks down to the rhythm of his heartbeat, the tender friction of his mouth, and the familiar taste of Dr. Pepper and something much more than a friendship on his lips.
Before the sudden rush of movement even registers, Yushi sinks into the mattress and draws you flat against his chest. Your hands find the steady line of his shoulders to brace your weight, and you lean in further, refusing to lose the connection even for a second. You aren't letting him go.
You follow him down in a heartbeat, chasing the touch of his lips as helplessly as a sailor lured by sirens—giving in so completely that not an ounce of resistance remains.
You don’t notice the skirt bunching higher until his clothed erection strikes too close to home, finding the exact center of your heat through the thin silk of your lace. The feeling that follows is even sweeter and more consuming than anything you had ever imagined, and you find yourself pursuing it once more, chafing your panties against his hard cock just to invite the ache in all over again.
“Y/n,” He moans against your lips, his voice thin and so desperate. His hands lock onto your hips to press you closer, anchoring you to his lap as the friction of his denim wakes every nerve in your skin and sends a jolt of electricity through you. It is almost too much to bear, nearly bordering on overwhelming—and yet, the night is only just offering up its first secrets.
“Y/n,” He repeats and his voice rings out with a roughness that startles you. “I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep moving like that.”
You graze his earlobe between your teeth, watching as another moan rushes out of him. What a beautiful sight he is, so beautifully wrecked and desperate for your touch alone.
“You like it?”
“You have no idea.” He groans, his eyes shut tight. “I’ve never been so fucking hard before.”
You push him back until his back meets the mattress, and the truth strikes you just as quickly as he falls back—his presence has never been more spellbinding. He bows to your every whim without a single word like the moon fading into the first rays of the sun, offering up all his control just to be near you—because he trusts you more than anyone else in the world, and there is no one else he would ever let see him this way.
Yushi is yours as much as the roots belong to the earth beneath them, for the present, for tomorrow, and for all the days that follow.
He’s handed you everything—the power to save him or break him completely—and the thrill of having that choice makes it almost impossible to breathe. To you, this is the most intoxicating part of all.
“Take off my skirt.”
The skirt pools around your hips the second it’s unfastened, and you’re shrugging it off and kicking it aside, too focused on the way his hands are searing you to care where it lands. They tremble as they reach down to find the edge of your lace. The air stagnates between you as his fingers drift lower and lower, straying from the fabric to the warm skin of your hips with a confidence that draws a wet sound from you. His touch is barely a whisper, almost not there at all, yet every point of contact feels like it’s etching a trail on your skin.
He flips you in one swift motion, and the bed creaks lightly as he claims the space above you. He leaves you no room for breath before he starts licking and nipping your neck with the intention to leave a mark. Even as the world blurs, you find yourself leaning into the sensation rather than drawing away.
You cannot think past the throbbing heat in your core, or the way Yushi’s erection is hovering inches away and brushing against you with every breath he takes.
His hand travels down to cup your clothed folds, and you know you’re irrevocably lost to him the moment you realize your breath has left you completely.
“God, Y/n. Look how much you want me already.”
His pressure against your lace increases, and another sharp gasp breaks from your lungs.
“Stop teasing me, Yushi.” You mean to sound firm, you really do, but the protest dissolves into a breathy sound that betrays your composure entirely.
Yushi carries on without the slightest hesitation—teasing the straps of your top, watching you squirm again, tugging them down.
Your boobs bounce as the fabric abandons your chest entirely. The top was too flawless to interrupt with extra layers anyway—though now that you’re standing in the aftermath of your own choices, you’re questioning whether that decision was a blessing or a curse.
You try to bring your arms up to shield yourself, but Yushi is too quick, holding your wrists down and leaving you completely exposed to him. Time seems to stretch thin as he watches you in quiet adoration, drinking you in for the first time. He rivets his eyes on every curve and line as if he's trying to burn this exact moment into his mind forever—like he’s afraid the morning light will change your mind and make you wish you’d never let the walls fall down between you.
You’d never let that happen, clearly. Not when he's looking at you like you’re his entire word and the most beautiful thing he’s ever discovered.
He draws near until there is no air left between him and your nipple. He gives it a tentative lick that makes you shiver—then whatever hesitation he had melts, and he begins flicking his tongue against your nipple with a much more confident sweep. You back arches off the bed, your hands reaching out instinctively for an anchor until your fingers tangle into the thick strands of his hair.
“Yushi,” You cry out, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure spreads all over you. “It feels so good.”
“You have no idea,” He groans, a rough sound in the back of his throat as he hovers over your lips. “I’ve spent every night for the last year dreaming of this. Having you right here, in my bed. Looking like this just for me."
And since that sound of it clearly wasn't enough to thaw you out, he pinches your other nipple.
“Yushi, please—”
“Please what, y/?” His thumb hooks into your waistband and tugs it enough to make your back curve.
What a fucking tease. Honestly, he should win an award for that level of torture.
“Tell me what you want, y/n. Use those pretty lips of yours. Let me hear you say it.”
“I want you. Everything.” The words finally find their way past the knot in your throat. “Take off your damn shirt and fuck me like it’s all you’ve ever wanted to do.”
Thankfully, he doesn’t need to be told twice. He rips the shirt over his head in one fluid motion and tosses it carelessly across the room without ever breaking eye contact.
You had seen fragments of him before—a sliver of bare skin in the library when he stretched—but seeing him bare still sends jolts through your veins. His time on the track team has clearly paid off, and you are reaping every single benefit.
He’s all silver light and sharp angles in the dark. Your hands find the curve of his waist, and the skin there feels like burnished marble—so firm and scorched that it’s almost impossible to believe he’s real. You wonder how you went this long without knowing exactly how he felt.
“Like what you see?” A teasing smirk curves his lips when he catches you staring.
Your heart drums against your ribs as the color floods your face. You really, really do, but you force the flush down. You aren't about to let a simple smirk derail your focus. His pants are still on, and the simple fact alone irritates you. Still, you follow the contours of his torso with your touch, watching the muscles tighten as he draws his head back.
“I’ll fill out the opinion survey right after you make me come.”
A soft laugh escapes him—a melody meant for you only—and he leans in close again. There’s an urgency in the way his lips crash against yours, but you sink into him without a single complaint. When his mouth parts from yours to trail a path down to your chest, you find yourself pouting, already missing the press of his lips.
Yushi’s lips follow the line of your sternum, moving lower and lower until he’s kissing the sensitive skin just below your belly button. His breath hits the edge of your panties, and your legs twitch involuntarily.
“Please, Yushi. Touch me.”
You feel the rough graze of his knuckles against your skin as your panties are drawn down entirely.
“Finally.” He mutters, then he leans forward, his hand sliding under your thighs to pull you exactly where he wanted you.
The agonizing wait ends as his tongue finally strokes your cunt, softly at first, then with a staggering pressure.
“Yushi—”
He glances up at you for a fleeting second, his gaze dark and clouded with heat, before he dives back in again. He settles into a pace that hits exactly where you need it most, his nose stroking a sensitive spot as his head angles to test your responses. He is so methodical that it’s maddening. Every one of his movements is calculated, and the precision of it leaves you as nothing more than a whimpering mess.
Hearing you say his name is the last bit of permission he needs. He reacts instantly, his hands locking onto your legs to root the both of you as he chases you towards your high.
Every flicker of his tongue and suction against your wetness amplifies the warmth inside your folds. His rhythm remains unwavering even as one hand wanders higher to circle your nipple and as the other prepares to slide a single finger inside you. The sensation is so sharp and singular that it feels like there’s an actual electric current humming beneath your bones.
Your breath hitches into a fractured cry as you dig your heels into the mattress, trying to find an anchor while the pleasure threatens to spin you out of orbit.
“Yes, right there.”
You’re certain you can’t handle more until that slight curl of his finger proves you wrong and sends your head thumping back into the pillow. He picks up the pace, his thumb and finger working in perfect unison until you feel like the walls of your throat are starting to close in.
You can feel your muscles clench with every thrust of his finger, and pull taut with every lick of his tongue. You’re so close, and you feel your fingers knot in his hair, too. You’re unsure if you’re trying to pull him closer or shove him away, but you’ve stopped caring which.
“You taste so good.” He mumbles, licking up and sucking every inch of you.
Every touch is a pointed reminder and bitter strike meant only for you. He doesn’t need words to tell you this is personal. There’s a vengeful implication to his focus that he won’t let up until he’s proven that no one else can dismantle you quite like this. Not Sion, not anyone else who has ever tried to claim a piece of you.
Just him.
He feels you tighten around him, and instead of slowing down, he pushes further. He slides a second finger, stretching you just enough to make your breath hitch in a high gasp. His tongue teases your wetness once more before marking an indecent path upwards with a mixture of his saliva and your own tears.
You can’t see the state you’re in, but you can read it in the way he lingers—the way he studies the wreckage of your composure with a satiated hunger.
“You’re so fucking hot. So tight and wet for me.” He moves his fingers again, pushing them exactly where you’re aching the most. Your pupils blow wide, swallowing the moonlight, and the world goes silent as your hearing cuts to static. “Do you hear yourself, y/n?”
“This has been in my head since the day you wrote that stupid list and added losing my virginity to it.” He leans down to nip at your earlobe, his hand keeping the same torturous pace. “Everytime I saw you, I wondered if you’d make these sounds for me. If you’d look at me like this while I’m inside you.”
With one more curl of his finger, he reaches into the center of your heat and pulls—your name, your past, everything but him vanishes in an instant.
“Tell me.” He urges, his free thumb circling your clitoris. “Tell me you’re mine right now.”
You wish you had the breath to say it—to choke out sounds that aren’t moans and give him the last thing he hasn’t wrenched from you yet. Yes, Yushi, I’m yours, you’d confess. Entirely, irrevocably yours. But your throat is too strangled by your own heartbeat to let the words pass.
When he hooks his fingers deeper, the world blurs into a dizzying swirl of color. You know you’re at your limit—only one breath away from coming apart in his hand, the release rushing up to meet you.
“That’s it.” His voice breaks. “Right there. Give it to me, y/n.”
Pleasure claims you with a force that snaps your spine into a violent curve and that rips a cry from your throat. It isn’t a pretty sound, but it’s yours—as naked and raw as the state he’s left you in. The world whites out as the release crashes over you in relentless waves, and by the time the room stops spinning, you are humming with a frantic current.
Yushi doesn’t slide his fingers right out, but he eases back progressively, lingering long enough to absorb every aftershock that ripples through you. It’s almost humiliating how instinctively you seek him out, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck as if you could burrow beneath his skin and never have to face the world again.
As if you could seek a home in the very person who just dismantled you.
You lie there, no more than a collection of tremors and raw nerves, staring into the dark as you try to remember the simple mechanics of a breath. The blur in your vision recedes enough for Yushi’s cast of features to sharpen back into reality. Even now, spent and shivering, you find the energy to be annoyed.
You are bare and broken in his hands, yet he’s still standing there in a simple pair of jeans he hasn’t bothered to take off, looking too put-together and merciless for someone who was fingers deep inside you just seconds ago.
At least his eyes bleed the truth. They’ve always been your favorite thing, but right now you’re finally able to read the tremor of longing within his darkened irises—the kind of wordless admission that he hasn't walked away from this half as cleanly as he wants you to believe.
You want to be furious.
Hell, Yushi is looking at you like he is picking through the pieces of himself he broke inside of you, but the way your heart softens in spite of yourself is what makes you truly want to scream. His composure is almost an insult you’re desperate to tear away. You decide in a heartbeat that if you are to be destroyed, you are taking him with you.
You find his mouth again in a messy tangle of teeth and a lethal sort of focus. Yushi lets out a startled sound—something halfway between a grunt and a groan—before framing your face with his hands and collapsing into the kiss. His hands are soft against your cheeks, but the rest of him is a lie. No matter how much he tries to mask it, his erection is throbbing and begging for your touch.
“Your turn.” You manage to mumble against his lips. “Please, Yushi, let me take care of you.”
You claw back the last of your strength to hoist yourself up, determined to drag him out of his denim whether it takes you hours or seconds to get there. Yushi doesn't lift a finger to assist, letting you struggle with the buckle as he revels in the sight of your determination. He looks smitten, almost—like he’s a king realizing he’d rather be your subject instead. Despite the tension in his frame, a tender smile is still haunting his mouth.
A frustrated huff escapes you, your brow knitting together as you focus on the buckle. It’s a small, mundane gesture, one he’s seen a thousand times in a thousand different lights. Right now, it only seems to make Yushi’s gaze smolder and darken with a terrifying amount of adoration.
“You’re doing fine.” His eyes track your clumsy moves near his waistband. Truly, he’s so sweet and horny you wish you didn't find it so beautiful. “Take your time, y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”
He’s such a devastating dichotomy—his body is trembling with the need to shed the last piece of clothing, but he watches your frustrated movements with a look of such profound fondness that you realize he’d willingly endure this torment indefinitely, as long as it’s your hands that are the cause of it.
In the end, your stubbornness wins out when the leather yields with a clink. Your eyes flash with a wicked light as they find him.
“There,” Your hands are already sliding from the leather to the cool metal of the button when you speak again. “Found it.”
Yushi lets out a laugh that sounds almost shattered with relief. His hands drop to your waist, dragging you close to steal another kiss. “Yeah, you definitely did.”
The room is quiet when you finally pop the button and slowly work the zipper down. You can feel his entire body ignite and shiver under your touch as your knuckles guide the denim past his hips. Once the denim hits the floor in a muted thud, a sharp hiss escapes his teeth—it could be the bite of the air or the way your hands are lighting a fuse across his skin, but it doesn't matter. You're far past the point of asking questions, and solely devoted to the architecture of his undoing.
You refuse to look away when your thumbs find their way to the hem, slipping beneath to caress the marked lines you were admiring just a few minutes ago. You are operating on instinct alone, and the clumsy reality of it should be mortifying—but the way he looks at you turns your hesitation into something more precious, as if your lack of experience is the most sincere thing you have ever given him. Which it is, technically.
A part of you anticipates a frigid vastness when the last barrier drops to the floor, but the trust is much simpler—without a single layer to shield you, your fears have nothing left to cling to.
This you and him, skin to skin, existing in the raw way you always have—just with no clothes on. Yushi is so close that you swear your erratic heartbeats have found a common rhythm in the midst of this madness. You want to stop time right here, where his bare skin glimmers with adoration and the fragile distance between reality and consequences hasn’t closed yet.
This moment, this man, is a sacred place where the world cannot reach you until you decide to let it in—but you have no intention of opening the door. You don’t want anyone to see Yushi as bare and helpless as he is right now.
In this perfect vulnerability, he belongs to you only.
He cups your jaw, forcing you to drown in his gaze. “Go ahead. You can touch me."
You take him at his word. Your hand curves around his erection with caution, and goes motionless when Yushi traps a startled breath behind his teeth.
You let your palm linger, applying a soft pressure that makes his hips instinctively tilt toward you and his erection bump against your bare stomach. His eyes flutter shut as if heavy with a lifetime’s worth of relief, and the thought beats violently against your ribs—I’m yours only if you’re mine too.
His cock is big and warm against your palm, its pulse echoing deep within your own blood until you cannot tell his life from yours. He throws his head back in a mixture of pleasure and utter helplessness, and his mouth opens to spill only broken moans and profanities. His every feeling is yours, too.
You stroke the precum on his tip with your thumb, feeling the walls of cock vibrate against you. Words and air are beyond him now, but his reactions tell you everything—that you are his world, his reason to crumble, and that his body has no other name to speak.
“I can’t believe you’ve never done this before.” He manages to choke out.
You offer a small, knowing smile he can’t see, your hand tightening just slightly as you slide back down the length of him. Leaning in closer, breath warm against his ear, the rhythm of your hand doesn't falter for even a second. It’s ironic, really, that after five years of knowing you, he’s still caught off guard by the things you're capable of.
"Maybe I've just been practicing this moment in my head.”
He grunts. “Fucking hell, y/n. If this is you practicing, I don’t think I’m going to survive the real thing."
Suddenly, a thrill of confidence surges through you at the sight—the calmest man you know, now completely broken for you. You pick up the pace just a little, testing this new power and watching the way his jaw clamps shut as he tries to hold onto the last threads of his composure.
"You’re killing me.” His hips arch into your hands as your thumb teases his tip. “Five years of friendship and I had no idea you were hiding this."
The distance vanishes as you capture his next breath, answering the five years of skirting around each other with a single kiss. Below, your hand continues moving up and down the length of his cock with a more confident friction.
His fingers find your waist and dig into your hips as if he’s trying to pull you even closer, to merge the two versions of you—the boy who always knows how to make you laugh and the girl who now knows exactly how to make him lose his breath.
In one lunging blur of motion, he shifts his weight. His hands move from your hips to your shoulders, and before you can even draw a breath, the world spins off its axis. Any lingering control slips into a distant memory the second the mattress welcomes you again. He braces his hands on either side of your head, his length hovering over your wetness in pure torture.
“Need to suck you off,” You mumble, reaching out for his erection again.
Yushi shakes his head. “Another time.”
“But—”
His calloused hands slide up your arms to lace his fingers with yours, locking your hands above your head. The sheer possessiveness of the move leaves your heart slamming against your lungs like it’s trying to break free.
“No.” He tentatively grinds his length against your thigh, watching you squirm under the teasing touch. The feeling is so sudden, so profoundly good, that he loses the grip on your hands. “I want to make you feel good. Let me have you.”
Everything familiar about him seems honed to a sharp point in this light. There is no trace of the man who brought you coffee or listened to your rants, but this Yushi—this hot, dangerous Yushi—here is no stranger either.
He is simply the version that’s been waiting in the shadows of every conversation you’ve ever had—just the mirror of a truth that was always simmering under the surface. And as it turns out, the fiery version of him is the one you can't look away from.
“I’m yours.” The knot finally gives way, and you realize no other confession has ever flowed from you with such effortless grace. “You can have me. You always have.”
He drops his forehead against yours, almost relieved, almost incredulous, and the simplicity of it eclipses the sudden chill of your bare skin. He lingers so close you can feel the heat of his breath, but he keeps that final inch of distance between his lips and yours.
“Tell me you won't regret this in the morning. Tell me you don’t want this just to cross it out of your stupid list. I need to know this is… that this is actually you and me.”
Your fingers brush a stray lock of hair from his eyes. “The list doesn’t matter anymore. I want you, Yushi. I promise.”
Yushi’s shoulders drop as a shuddering breath escapes him. He leans into the contact, eyes shuttered, like a man who can finally let his lungs expand.
“Okay.” He breathes against your lips, his hand sliding down to find yours as he locks your fingers together. “Okay.”
He reaches for the nightstand, though his movements are tangled and stripped of the cool poise he usually wears. His fingers tremble so violently that the condom packet slips from his grip twice.
“Dammit.” He hisses, a deep flush staining his face. He breathes through his teeth, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle pinches.
You can’t stifle the laugh that bubbles up, not from a place of cruelty—let’s be honest, cruelty would be impossible here—but because he looks so unexpectedly adorable even in the middle of this rush.
You bite your lips to stop the smile from spreading all over your features. “Where did you even get that? I thought we were both new to this.”
Yushi freezes, looking down at the condoms in his hand. “Riku gave it to me. A joke for my birthday. Said I might actually get lucky someday.”
“So… did you ever plan on using it?”
Yushi chest rumbles against yours. “I figured the damn thing would expire before I ever got this close to you.”
A strange tenderness settles in your chest as you watch his fingers quiver. You are so captivated by every inch of him, but the reality doesn't strike with a blow. It is a soft landing, more like, as if your heart is finally exhaling a name it has known forever. Oh, there you are. I didn’t realize I’d been searching until right now.
“Here,” Your hand meets his quivering ones and gently claims the packet from his hold. “Let me.”
Yushi tracks your steady hands as they tear the plastic open with hardly any effort, and if he notices the wild thrumming in your chest, he keeps the observation to himself. Your lips stretch into a genuine smile as you roll the condom down his length—you don't mean to taut, but his dick reacts to you anyway. Seeing you so collected while he teeters on the edge seems to break him more than the physical contact itself.
Your eyes flicker up to meet his. “There.”
Yushi stays speechless. He doesn't even inhale for a lingering second, until he leans down to claim your mouth in a kiss that carries the weight of trust and vows all at once.
He sinks into the space between your legs, his fingers interlacing with yours on the rumpled bedding that smells of salt and skin.
He laces your fingers together so tightly it is impossible to tell where your hands part, then adjusts his tip firmly against your wet folds. He holds himself at the brink, slowly collecting your juice up and down, making a torture of the proximity.
“Yushi,” You whine, trying to pull him down and force him to finish what he started. “Please, don’t do this. Everything is already too much.”
“Do what, baby? I’m just following orders. You’re the one who told me not to rush.” He shifts again, watching your head thrash against the pillow. “You said to make it like everything I’ve ever wanted.”
The way he says it, and that familiar glint sharpened by a new hunger, makes it impossible to hold a single thought.
“You’re... enjoying this way too much.” You manage to choke out, your fingers digging into his muscles. You attempt an annoyed tone, but it breaks into a strained admission. “I liked you better when you were too shy to even look me in the face.”
He probes your cunt slightly before slipping back out. You bite your lip until the sharp taste of iron hits your tongue. Then he traces the sting with a slow swipe, erasing the blood with his saliva, igniting your insides.
“That version of me didn't know what he was missing.” He mutters against your lips. “And he definitely didn't know how good it would feel to have you right here.”
His thumb soaks up a drop of your milk and vanishes between his lips, where he can taste the salt. There was no exaggeration in his claim, then—he really had pictured all of this and scribbled his deepest desires into the margins of his every thought. You suddenly regret not writing that list years ago.
“Look at me.” He commands softly, tilting your chin upward until his eyes are the only thing left to see.
“I want you to remember exactly how it feels.” He inserts one finger, and your eyes slide shut, as if you need the dark to handle its pounding.
“I want you to remember how much I want you right now.” He slides in another finger, surprised by the pliancy of your skin, and how easily your walls give way now, leaving more room for him to occupy.
You know you could shatter under this friction alone. You’re still throbbing and reeling from the dexterity of his fingers just minutes ago, and it won’t take much for him to lead you back to that high—but falling apart beneath his hands isn't enough right now.
You’re hungry for the real thing.
“Yushi,” Your eyes are so glossy with tears and pleasure when they flutter open again. “Just fuck me already.”
He aligns his tip, and finally, he sinks into you. Everything else in the room—your shared history, the furniture, the very air you’re breathing—simply dissolves into nothing. You let out a sound halfway between a moan and a sob as your body stretches to accommodate his breadth. The feeling is a little overwhelming and more than exquisite, and a breath catches in a way you’ve never felt before at the sensation of being entirely inhabited—not just physically by his cock, but by feelings you weren't prepared to hold.
It’s a calibration of the soul, a relief of being known right down to the marrow. You’ve spent years scripting this moment, but none of those fantasies prepared you for losing track of yourself.
Yushi doesn't move for a long moment, just stays there, buried deep within you, his forehead dropping to press against yours as he too tries to catch his breath.
"God," He cries, the word more of a prayer than a sound. He pulls his head back just enough to force you to look at him again. "I knew... I knew it would be a lot. But I didn't think it would feel like this."
You’re hyper aware of everything—the pressure of the bed against your arched back, the taste of him in the air you breathe, and the white-hot pulse radiating from his every point of contact. Yushi sounds wrecked, too, his breath labored and uneven, the sound of one year of restraint cracking at last.
“Y/n?” He searches your eyes, his thumb tracing a gentle line over your cheekbone. “Tell me you’re okay. I need to know from you... if I can move.”
Your head bobs in a frantic affirmative. God, you couldn’t have chosen anyone better to lose your virginity to.
“I’m better than okay. Please… just move, Yushi. Don’t make me wait another second."
The sound of his name and the frantic seal of a permission wring a growl from deep in his chest. The first few pushes are slow, almost hesitant. Then he finds the perfect cadence that lay claim of every inch of the space you’ve opened for him, leaving you breathless and blind to everything but him. Your breath breaks into stutters, falling into perfect alignment with the frantic thud of your heart and the perfect rhythm of his cock slamming against your walls.
Your daydreams were trifling compared to this—none of them nearly as hot, and none so utterly all-consuming.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there in a way that’s half-caress, half-claim. He’s memorizing you in motion—the curve of your throat, the way your breath hitches into a specific, broken melody, and the desperate clench of your body around him that begs him not to slow down.
“You’re so beautiful like this. Look at me.”
When your eyes flutter open, Yushi already there, looking down at you with a shattering intensity that makes you realize he is seeing and consuming in the same breath. He isn’t hiding anything anymore. His year of silent desperation is visible in the way he trembles against you and clings to your every breath, as if he’s begging to be consumed even though his body is the one dictating the control.
He waits until he is sure he has every bit of your attention, until you’re finally his, then begins to move with a precision so intentional it feels like he’s rewriting your nervous system.
"I want you to see exactly who is doing this to you," He hisses, his voice dropping into a low, more possessive tone. "I want to be the only thing you can see, the only thing you can feel."
You can feel the heat radiating between your bodies and the sweat slicking your skin where you meet. Every movement makes you feel stripped bare and vulnerable, yet it’s in that very closeness that you’ve never felt more connected to him.
“You are.” You whisper back, your voice breaking as you arch your back to meet his next surge. “"Yushi... it’s always been you. Even when I tried to look away, it was always you."
The room has shrunk to the edges of the bed, the air grown heavy and humid with the fever of your bodies and the crushing gravity of everything you’ve finally admitted. You watch the change take hold—the way your words land like a match to dry wood, igniting a raw fire in his gaze that burns through the last of his hesitation and says he is finally, completely yours.
"Just... don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
Yushi takes your plea and runs with it, his movements shedding their precision for something relentless as he stops asking for permission and starts taking what he’s craved for years. He abandons the slow tempo for a momentum that demands everything you have, stripping away the world outside the room until you’re nothing but sensation.
Each time he bottoms out against you, the shock waves travel the length of your nerves, leaving a trail of fire that forces your body to coil and your toes to dig into the sheets.
“Just like that.” He chokes out, his voice a broken moan as he hits a perfect depth.
Midway through the blur of his weight and your own breathless gasps, a solitary realization rings out, clear and unwavering beneath the noise. You look at him and see the map of your last five years written in the lines of his face, and a profound relief washes through you, as if every breath you’ve taken until now was just a rehearsal for this one.
This is the man who has held every version of you for half a decade, and there is a fierce, but mostly quiet triumph in the realization that it’s finally Yushi—that he is the one to claim the parts of you no one else has ever touched.
After years of guarding your heart and holding your breath, the fact that it’s Yushi who is finally having you feels like the only right answer—like the final, perfect note in a melody you’ve been humming since the day you met.
He catches the shift immediately—the way your eyes lose their guard even as your muscles tighten instinctively around his length. His weight settles deeper, each strike more certain than the last, as if he is trying to leave an imprint of himself that will never fade from your skin.
He is pulling you into a territory you’ve never known, and as you lock your ankles behind his back to draw him in, you realize there is no one else you would trust to lead you there.
It was always going to be him. It just had to be.
Yushi moves like a man possessed by a single goal, his weight coming down harder and faster until the air between you vanishes and he’s finally taking up all the space you’ve protected for so long. He releases your hands only to frame your face, his palms trembling as they press against your skin. He leans in until your breath becomes his, his lips hovering close enough to steal the moans you can no longer contain.
"Don't let go. Stay right here with me. I've got you... I've always had you."
The world begins to fracture at the edges as a wave of heat starts to coil deep in your core, tighter and tighter until it’s all you can feel. Your spine curves like a bow, fingers clawing at the muscle of his back to tether him close, refusing to let a single inch of space remain as you pull him into the same chaos that’s breaking over you.
"I know," He groans, a sound of pure, beautiful surrender. "I'm right there. Look at me... just look at me."
Every lungful of air stutters in his chest as he drives forward with a thrust, so singular, yet so total it feels like he’s trying to bury the last five years inside you. Your name breaks from him in a way you’ve never heard, a sound that resonates through your very marrow, starting at the soles of your feet and climbing until it hums against the crown of your head.
As he reaches his peak, the vibration of that sound sinks into your skin, etching itself into your memory with a heat that feels like it will never truly cool. Every time he stifled your name in the past now feeds the power of this single cry. It’s the kind of sound of a man who no longer has to wonder.
The syllables catch and tear as they leave him—a vibration that tells you exactly how much he has loved you while your backs were turned to one another.
You can feel the fine tremors in his arms as he keeps himself braced over you, his skin slick and hot where it presses against yours. He makes no move to retreat, instead surrendering to the gravity that pulls him closer until your foreheads lock. The tremors racking his frame begin to mirror your own, until the shaking is no longer two separate things, but one.
He shifts just slightly, and the involuntary pulse of his cock sends a fresh spark through your nerves. "Don't move yet. I just... I need a second. I don't want to leave you yet."
You reach up, your own hands still unsteady as you brush a damp lock of hair from his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, Yushi.”
You stay threaded together in the quiet—his leg hooked firmly over yours to keep you close, your fingers still tightly wound into his shoulders, as if your body hasn’t yet realized it’s safe to let go. The tremors are still there, faint, humming deep in your bones that refuse to calm, even as your breathing finally begins to slow.
Yushi lingers as long as he can, forehead resting against yours, unwilling to let even a sliver of air break the total connection between you.
Then he begins to move away, breaking the contact inch by inch. The sensation feels startling against your skin, and a cool draft to rush into the space where your heat had been fused together just a second before. His eyelids drift shut for a heartbeat as he collapses into the space beside you. Even in his exhaustion, his grip remains firm, his arms looped around you in a way that tells you he isn't planning on letting the distance back in.
“I don't think I'm ever going to be able to look at this bed the same way.” A soft chuckle breaks from his chest as he tries to summon a ghost of your old banter, desperate to find a familiar footing in this new silence.
A soft kiss lands against your hair, and his arm draws you in just a little bit tighter with the kind of certainty that feels far more permanent than a simple hug.
“You okay? I didn’t… I wasn’t too much, was I?”
You let your head sink further into the hollow of his shoulder, closing your eyes just to savor the lingering warmth of his skin against yours. You’ve thrown your arms around him a thousand times before, mostly just to see him roll his eyes, but the sharp edge of your mockery has blunted entirely. His playful resistance has bled out of the room, too, leaving something much more vulnerable in its place.
Truthfully, you don’t know how you’ll manage to exist in the spaces where he isn't.
Now that you’ve felt this, him, the idea of being far from his reach feels less like distance and more like a total deprivation of air.
“Shut up, it was perfect. It was everything I’ve been waiting for.”
“Good.” He kisses your temple. “Because I’m pretty sure my legs aren’t going to work for at least three to five business days.”
Then, he clears his throat.
“So, the list.”
You sink your teeth into his shoulder with a playful nip. Everything from that day in the classroom feels blurred and small now—the blue uniforms, the nervous twitch of a pen, the weight of your own shame. It’s hard to believe you ever existed in that world at all, but even as everything changes, you’re still you.
You shake your head. “You care about that list more than I do at this point… which is rich, considering you laughed at me for even making it.”
Yushi’s jaw sets in that fake-indignant way you know so well. “I’m just curious if the rest of the list still stands now that the most important thing is crossed off… and for the record, I didn’t laugh, y/n. Not once. I was just… surprised.”
“Nice try, but you’re not charming your way out of this one. The list is still on. If anything, I’m adding more to it now.”
All of a sudden, the playful light in his eyes flickers and dies out. His expression flattens, and the sudden intensity of his stare forbids you from looking away.
“Hey,” You prod his shoulder gently, trying to coax back the smirk that was just there. “You’ve gone all quiet. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
He looks away for a second. “You said you wanted experience before college… and I tried, you know?”
“I tried to be the supportive best friend who cheered you on while you were flirting and going out with other men. But seeing you actually move toward that with Sion earlier…” A small, frustrated smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m reading everything wrong. That damn list has messed with my head.”
You hold his face steady, ensuring he can’t look away from the truth. “You aren’t misreading this, Yushi. I didn’t like the way things were going with Sion, either. He wasn’t what I wanted. In fact... the only time my heart actually raced when he kissed me was when I knew you were watching.”
All the air seems to leave him at once. His eyes lock onto yours, flickering with a stunned kind of silence as your words sink in. But as that initial shock fades, his focus narrows, and then he’s looking at you like you’ve just handed him the keys to your heart and asked him to be its sole guardian.
“Yeah… sorry about that. Not my proudest moment. His hands were all over you and I just… I couldn't think. I couldn't even look away. And when he kissed you—” He winces, his jaw tightening as if he’s tasting something bitter. He shutters his eyes for a moment. “You know what, let’s just bury that. I’ve replayed that scene enough times to last a lifetime. I’m over it.
Then he opens them again, fixing them on you with a look that is both a plea and a warning. “If you’re ever planning to flirt with someone else again, give me fair warning so I can walk into the ocean and never come back.”
You stare at him, half-tempted to shake him. Is it a lifelong condition, or did the after-sex shock actually scramble his brain?
“Yushi,”
There’s something almost comical about it—he’s spent five years deciphering your every thought, yet he hasn't pieced together that he’s the partner in every new goal you've written down on your list. You can’t tell if his sudden bout of naivety is a defense mechanism or if he’s simply choosing to be this thick on purpose. Either way, it makes you want to press your lips to his until the logic finally clicks into place for him.
“You’re being an idiot.” You weave your fingers through his hair. “I have no intention of flirting with anyone else. I’m not… I’m not going to college to go on some hunt for a guy who reminds me of you. That’s exhausting. I want the real thing.”
Your fingers go still in his hair as the last of the tension leaves your body. The scary part of this—the vulnerability, the fears, the inevitable change—simply stops fighting you. You’ve spent so long preparing for a collision that never came. Now, the air is still, and the threat is gone. You don’t have to steel your nerves or find the right words. You just have to close this distance.
You just have to lean in and let the silence of the room be filled by the honesty of your heart.
“I’m not interested in the experience if you aren't part of it.”
The confession is quiet—and as the words leave your lips, the scary thing stops being so scary. Just like that.
“I want you, Yushi. I want us.”
Yushi draws in a ragged breath, and for a second, time itself seems to stutter. The air between you is so thick with repression and relief that it feels like a physical hindrance—until he finally shatters it, leaning in to claim the us you just promised him. When he finally touches his lips to yours, it’s with a tenderness that makes your heart ache.
The kiss is a homecoming—an unhurried, gentle discovery that feels less like a beginning and more like a long-awaited return.
One hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair to press you closer, while his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him until there’s no air left between you.
Every see you tomorrow and every get home safe you’ve ever had was just a stepping stone leading to this. It’s honest, it’s so incredibly right, and it feels like finally finding the center of your world.
He pulls back just enough to breathe, resting his forehead against yours in this sweet silence. The distant roar of a car reminds you that time hasn't actually stopped, even if it feels like it has. But as Yushi’s hand slides to the nape of your neck, pulling you back into his warmth, the sound fades into insignificance.
Let the world keep moving. For the first time in your life, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
You press a chaste kiss to the skin of his chest. “I’m sorry it took us having sex for me to figure out my feelings for you.”
Yushi makes a low, contented sound and tilts your chin up, his eyes softened by a longing you’ve never seen directed at anyone else. He brushes a stray hair from your face, his thumb lingering against your cheek.
“All good. We got here eventually.”
You lie there in the quiet, limbs tangled and hearts intertwined, as your history molds into something more permanent and solid. You think of the world outside, of the people sifting through strangers hoping for a miracle, and realize how close you came to joining them.
And then, you think of how easily Yushi could have drifted into the static of your past, if you hadn't reached out and held on to the future. Yushi has always had a way of receding into the background, existing in the quiet spaces where most people forget to look. He has never demanded to be noticed, which makes it all the more ironic that he’s the only thing you’ve ever truly seen.
As you sink into the moonlight with him, you’re just glad that through all those years the blue of his uniform never got washed in the sea of students.
“Also,” Yushi smirks, his thumb tracing a playful line down your arm in a way that suggests he’s about to break the tension with something ridiculous. “About the opinion survey… I expect at least five stars for customer service and a very detailed review of your overall experience.”
You roll your eyes, your smile breaking into a genuine laugh. You’re so glad it’s him. Not a stranger, not a placeholder—just the boy who used to lose his breath whenever your eyes met his behind the velvet curtains of a middle school stage.
“Go to sleep, Yushi.”
It took five years of being Yushi’s friend to build the house, and only one night of honesty to realize you’d been living in it all along.
𝒻low ‹𝟹:: i def didn’t plan on it being so long but OH WELL. Those two kind of developed free will and started doing things out of my control. There will be a part 2… but as for when it arrives, that is entirely up to the fickle deities of my academic career. Expect the sequel either tomorrow or in three to five business years
So ode to love huh?, sounds like we are getting steady's twin and I'm so ready to eat this up.... ik we all mad at this cb because the guys worked hard for this despite being overworked.... the least we could do is support so let's do that!!
Summary: you decide to take losing your virginity into your own hands by asking your good friend Sion, but sensing your nervousness, he slightly changes your plans.
Warnings: sexual content, Sion djs ur cooch, fwb/friends tot lovers kinda vibe??? Idk
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: really attracted to Sion atm. Also first wish post yayyyy. actually used @neocharm fic as inspo for this cuz it was toooo tea. Here the link if y'all wanna read it (y'all should def read. It changed my life) sorry if this is bad I haven't written anything in a long time
“So…”
"So?”
You sit on his bed back upright with your hands folded on your lap. The tension is so thick and so is the headache brewing in your skull. Sion's staring at you while resting his body on his hands, his little smile taunting you from your peripheral.
"You don't have to sit so far from me you know,” Sion says, chuckling at your startled reaction.
“O-oh right. Yeah, sorry." You scoot over to him, barely moving an inch on the bed. This is not how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to lose your virginity with your close friend because you're comfortable with him, but something changed the second you walked into his house.
You've never really had a thing for him despite him being a lady's man. Yes he's attractive, but that's never been something that you focused on with him. He's a good friend, never making you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable despite you being a woman. He heard your concerns about being a virgin at 21 and came up with the solution. "Let me take your virginity.” He was so nonchalant about the comment it nearly gave you whiplash, but here you are in his room like it never bothered you.
You may know him well, but nothing is more intimidating than being alone with a hot person. And he knows he's hot, which makes it worse. He knows how to get girls going, how to draw them in and capture them for good. And you're now noticing that he's looking at you how he looks at girls he wants.
" Listen we don't have to if you don't-”
"No no! I want to! I just…" you voice trails off as brows knit, worry beginning to cover your face. “This is new to me. I can't make the first move."
Sion laughs and sighs, eyes staring into your soul as he sits up on the bed. “Just kiss me Y/N. You know how to do that, right?"
You nod slowly. Your response makes him laugh again, which makes you frown in return. Can't he see how hard this is for you? Sure, you asked him, but nonetheless this is the most anxiety inducing decision you've made in your entire life.
"Oh don't get upset. You want me to kiss you first,” he offers. Sion scoots closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He's close, too close maybe. You've never been this close to him before and it makes your heart beat from your chest. This was supposed to be something that has no emotion attached but it's starting to feel like he's more into it than you, or maybe it's the opposite.
" Just follow my lead, okay? There's nothing to be nervous about. It's just me, I'll take good care of you,” he says in a soft voice. Sion takes his other hand, placing it on your chin to lift your face. You close your eyes seeing him lean in, but he doesn't kiss you. Instead, he kisses your cheek. Sion peppers soft kisses on your face, kissing the corner of your mouth before kissing down your jaw. It's really starting to feel personal now. You understand he doesn't want to get straight to the point, but this is beginning to make you a bit dizzy.
You feel him making his way back to your face, kisses trailing up your neck and jaw back to the corner of your mouth. Your hands move on their own along with your body, beginning to tilt closer to him. Fingertips trailing up his arm stopping at his wrist, it lights something in him, something that's far from friendly.
Sion finally kisses you and it's good, too good. His lips move slowly and sensually, the hand that's on your waist pulls your body close, so close you're damn near on top of him. He seems like an expert in this but you didn't expect anything less. The man has a new woman in his bed every week, so it hardly surprises you how smooth it is. But what does surprise you is how gentle and slow he is.
Sion slips a bit of tongue, making you go still. You've never kissed anyone for this long, let alone with this much passion. You aren't sure what to do or how to respond and he can tell. So he doesn't let you think about it too much. he just kisses you deep, teeth nipping at your lip, laughing softly on your mouth when you release a tiny gasp. You can feel yourself melting into his touch.
Sion pulls away, a smirk tugging at his lips watching your eyes flutter open to look at his. “Did you like that," he says.
You're flustered, heart racing and heavy breathing not going unnoticed by the male in front of you. He's so handsome, pretty eyes, pretty lips, and soft hands. You never really noticed these things before but they're more than clear now. Does he kiss everyone like that or just you? No wonder he has so much girl drama.
"Y/N, you gotta talk to me,” he laughs softly, biting his lip after.
"O-oh, uh… yeah, yeah," you say, nodding with wide eyes.
Sion's reaction makes your stomach so backflips. His soft teasing laughter pings in your chest, his intense eye contact making the ping worse. And now your senses are heightened and you notice everything. His hand still on your chin, yours still around his wrist, his other hand rubbing circles into the exposed skin on your waist. This is intimate, a bit too intimate.
"I think you should wait to lose your virginity,” he says, the comment surprising you.
"Wait, why,” you question. “I thought you were okay with it," you say, voice trailing off into a quiet whisper.
“I am, but… you seem a bit flustered for this to be no strings attached," he comments.
You don't say anything, just look away. Sion knows you enough to know that you agree with him, but you just don't want to say it. But he feels it too. He feels the spark, and he actually enjoys it. He can't say he's never looked at you in that way before. You're beautiful, funny, smart, and someone he's actually comfortable with. The only thing he's worried about is if you both were to actually go all the way, would you regret ever asking him.
“We can do something else, only if you're okay with it of course," he says.
Your mind wanders to every possible interaction, face heating at the thought of him touching you in those ways even though you asked him to. You weren't supposed to get shy during this at all. You were supposed to rip your clothes off and let him get at you, but how could you when he looks at you like that. Like he can see your thoughts and read your mind.
"I'm okay with it,” you say quietly. You shut your eyes the moment he leans in, kissing you softly. Sion lays you down, his bed soft as ever. There's something so intentional about the way he slides his hand down your body, fingers pressing into your soft skin all while devouring your lips. You're over stimulated and getting hornier by the second. You've never had these emotions stir from simply making out. Every possible person you've kissed was always bland, boring, detached, but this is a whole new level.
He pulls away from you for a second, a string of saliva keeping your two connected as he pushes your shirt up. You gulp as you watch him expose your chest, bra hugging your breast tight.
“Pretty," he mumbled. Sion kissed down your neck, nipping at the skin teasingly. He kisses lower, his lips fanning softly over the mound of your breast. He was touching you as if you'd break. His fingers twitch, itching to get the clothes off of you, but he doesn't want to scare you. He doesn't want this to feel like a sloppy hookup or likes he's simply using you. But the reality is that you're the one using him, and he likes it.
You don't realize how fast and quick you're breathing till he kisses down your abdomen. The kisses are wet, while his eyes bore into yours not wanting you to forget the image of him getting lower and lower to your hips. There it is, the anxiety that blooms in your stomach whenever you're in impossible situations.
Sion kisses your hip and pauses, watching you gulp as the contact lingers on your skin. “Don't be nervous,” he said almost in a whisper.
He crawled back up your body, his slender frame covering your body casting a shadow over you. He kisses you with a tenderness you hadn't felt from him yet, but you liked it. You liked all of this. It felt real, as if you did this with him all the time, but maybe it's because he knows you so well already he didn't have to think too much.
Sion can't let himself melt into you too much in fear he won't be able to pull himself up. He doesn't really have crushes or relationships. It saves him from having to get close to people he has no intention of getting close with. Sure, he can end up in sticky situations with some girls he sees regularly, but it's nothing he can't handle. Still, no matter how many girls he's dealt with, none of those experiences come close to this one.
None of them make him feel as elated as he feels sinking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and panties, knowing he's about to be the first person you do this with. You keep up with his rhythm, lips moving at a pace that now feels natural to you. He's kissing you slow and deep like before, tongue deep in your mouth. He can tell you're beginning to feel comfortable the second you take his face in your hands, not wanting to let him go.
Just when he thought you'd shaken your nerves, you stiffen the second you feel him tug at your clothes. Every self conscious thought you had reappeared, stomach erupting in flame once again.
“I-I didn't shave," you blurt out. You half expected an irritated hiss from him, or maybe for him to back out. But Sion laughed, paying your comment no mind as he kissed your neck.
"I don't care about stuff like that Y/N,” he says, beginning to pull your shorts down again. He tugs the fabric, your skin becoming more and more exposed. “Just remember if you're not comfortable we can stop okay?"
You nod, but you can't tear your eyes from the scene below you. Your shorts are now on the floor, panties still on. Sion walks his fingers down your thigh as he kisses your neck, hand inching more and more between your legs.
“Do you touch yourself Y/N,” he asks, lips still on your skin.
"I-I, uh..” you could barely answer, let alone think. His fingers are so close to your clothes pussy it's starting to tear you apart.
"Focus sweetheart. Talk to me.”
"I-Ive tried, but I didn't feel much,” you say. A soft gasp leaves your lips when feel his fingers graze your clit, the sound making him raise his brows.
" I can make you feel something.” His deep voice came out as a breathless whisper, tickling your eardrums as he rubs his finger against your panties softly. Your legs were shutting, the sensation of him touching you there being too bizarre at the moment, but still good. He watches every expression that comes across your face. It's cute how expressive you are when you're alone with someone you like. Sion starts pulling your legs apart, expecting you to shy away, but you don't.
You can't pull your eyes from his hand, every stroke his thumb puts you more and more into a haze of pleasure. Sion kisses your jaw, sucking the skin while he rubs your through the fabric. Your heavy breathing begins to turn to soft moans and whimpers, sounds you were trying to hold in for so long.
“Sion," you moaned breathlessly.
"You're so perfect baby. Just for me,” he mumbles. “Can I touch you some more?"
Without a second thought, you nod. Sion hooks his fingers in your panties, the nerves starting to hit you again the moment he moves them to the side. He dips his fingers in you, collecting your slick on his digit. He rubs you, lip between his teeth while he watches you shiver in pleasure.
Your eyes roll back, brows knit as you allow the feeling to spill through your body. " F-fuck, feels so good,” you moan softly.
"Yeah? Are you gonna cum," he whispers in your ear.
You gulp, nodding at his words. Sion rubs your clit faster, pulling a louder whimper from your body. Soft lips sprinkle wet kisses on your neck, his tongue on your skin making you hotter than before. You can't tell, but he's holding back. Sion knows how greedy he can get, how much of a lover he is. He enjoys pleasing his partners, catering to their needs. It's taking everything in him to not move too fast and fuck you into the mattress, and it's killing him.
"Oh my God Sion,” you moan, throwing your head back. Your hips grind on his hand, searching for a high.
“Do you feel good,” he whispers.
"Words baby, speak to me.”
"It feels so, so good," you whine. “You feel so good."
He feels his stomach turn to knots, your words nearly making him combust right there on top of you. There's something so good about hearing you say that, knowing he's the only person to make you feel this way. His cock is rock hard against the fabric on his body. Nothing but the desire to bring you to your climax takes over this brain.
"Good girl, just like that baby,” he says as you grind your hips on his hand. His lips are stuck on your skin, tongue constantly darting out to taste your soft salty skin. He coats your neck in small hickies making his way to your lips. He kisses you tenderly, tongue down your throat as he rubs you faster. Your body shakes, loud moans pouring into his mouth as you grab the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
“F-fuck," you whimper into his mouth.
Sion feels the way you tense up, the way you grip his hair the instant you cum on his fingers. “That's right, let it out Y/N.” He keeps rubbing your clit, loving the way your body spasms under his touch. His hand is wet along with your thighs, and he loves the mess. He kisses you deep, slowing his fingers down gradually, allowing you to come down from your very first orgasm.
"You did so good,” he mumbles, a smile tugging on his face. “How do you feel, hm?”
You were speechless, brain still mush after the out of body experience you just had. There was a slight buzz between the two of you, a buzz that was more than platonic and you liked it. You lived it in fact. The way he was so gentle with you, so caring, making sure you felt comfortable. This felt like something only boyfriends do and you like that feeling.
"I… I..”
He watched you, eyes never leaving yours as the both of you breathe heavily due to the adrenaline rush of being at each other's mercy. The more you stared at him, the more that intimating feeling began to rush back in. Your face turns hot, eyes fluttering as you look away from him quickly, embarrassment beginning to form.
" I-i feel good,” you say quietly.
"Good? That's it,” he teases. Sion licks his lips, his signature smile beaming in your face as you try and find more words to say.
"I-I mean, uh..”
The man laughs at you, pecking your lips softly. “I'm fucking with you.” He gets quiet, eyes grazing over your body. His hand that was between your legs now rests on your thigh allowing you to close them. You look pretty, face flushed, your skin glowing, lips pretty and plump. He could stare at you forever.
"You know I care about you right,” he says, a small gulp passing down his throat.
“I know," you answer quietly. Sion takes his hand that was just between your legs, grabbing your jaw gently. He kisses you soft, a kiss that feels emotionally charged and not very platonic. What he did to you wasn't platonic either, and he has no intention of keeping it that way.
Sion pulls away, lifting his body away from you. In that instance, you wanted to pull him back. You wanted to kiss him again and again and again until you couldn't anymore, until he took you in his hands again and maybe, just maybe, pulled your panties down and-
“You okay? You look a bit distracted," he said, raising a brow at your distant expression. “Did you hear me?"
“Uh, sorry," you say, body getting hot at the thought of fucking your friend.
"I was asking if you wanted to stay over,” he chuckled. He could tell you were taken back by the expression on your face. You tensed up, eyes darting around the room in an awkward motion.
“Like… tonight?”
He nodded, lip between his teeth. “You don't have to."
You pause, staring at your hands thinking about what staying could mean. Maybe you really will just hang out like friends. Maybe he'll touch you more. Maybe he'd actually take your virginity. “Yeah, I can stay," you say, trying to stay calm about it but on the inside you're freaking out, and so was Sion. He felt like a middle schooler again, when your crush agrees to study with you or walk to class with you. It's a nostalgic feeling.
“Cool! Um…you can wash up if you want. You know where everything is," he says, an awkward chuckle following.
You nod, standing up quickly. You almost forgot that you had no pants on till you saw them on the floor at your feet. Quickly, you picked them up avoiding eye contact with he male besides who's amused by your every move.
“I'll be back," you say, scurrying out the room. Your heart beats faster than you could imagine as you make your way to his bathroom.
“Don't make me wait too long," he says quietly to himself. “I don't think I can wait anymore."
Sion lays back on his bed, staring at his ceiling fan as it turns. His head is jumbled with many conflicting emotions and concepts, he doesn't know which one to choose. So his plan is to let them choose him.
And, God, he hopes he can pick well, because if not, he would hate to lose you as a friend or even as something more.
When Y/n agrees to let a friend of a friend move into her spare room, she doesn't expect that friend to be Oh Sion. The biggest player she's ever known.
The next day Y/n needed a break, so she did what any normal person would do. Hang out with her friends.
"So, let me get this straight." Giselle said, leaning forward slightly. "You're living with him?"
Ningning was already trying not to smile as Y/n groaned, dropping her head onto the table.
"Yes."
"Oh my god." Ningning said. "That's insane."
"Well, it's temporary." Y/n mumbled.
Giselle raised a brow at that. "Temporary or not.. it's still the Oh Sion."
"So?"
Y/n lifted her head slightly and Ningning blinked.
"So?" Giselle repeated. "Girl, have you seen him? Everyone has always said he looked like that one NCT member, you know.. Jaehyun?"
Y/n frowned.
"What..does that have to do with anything tho?"
Giselle and Ningning exchanged a look before bursting into laughter making Y/n stare at them in pure confusion.
"Why are the both of you laughing?"
"You're so unbelievable girl." Giselle said while shaking her head.
"I'm serious"
Ningning leaned closer. "Y/n, you're living with a guy that half the campus has been obsessed with our entire high school and collage years." she started. "And you're acting like it's nothing?"
"It is nothing." Y/n said immediately.
"Is it?" Giselle asked.
"Yes."
"Then why are you complaining so much?"
Y/n opened her mouth but closed it right after. "..Because... he's annoying."
Ningning smirked.
"Or... is it because you can hear him having sex every night with a girl?"
Y/n's face flushed slightly. "Well, that too."
"See?" Ningning pointed out. "That's not normal behavior."
"It is when your roommate is loud."
"No-" Giselle started. "What's not normal is how bothered you are."
"I'm not bothered."
"You so are."
"I'm not."
"You literally described the girls as 'dying whales' Y/n."
"...They do sound like that!"
Ningning laughed as Y/n crossed her arms.
"You wouldn't be laughing if you had to hear it every night."
Ningning tilted her head slightly. "Or maybe..." she began slowly. "You're just not used to hearing it."
Y/n frowned with a confused tilt of her head, Ningning gave her a look. "You haven't been, exactly active yourself... since the whole Intak situation."
Y/n blinked. "What-"
"I'm just saying."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
Giselle laughed softly as she glanced at both Ningning and Y/n. "Well, Ning isnt exactly wrong." Y/n couldn't help but stare at the both of them in disbelief. "You're both unbelievable."
Ningning just shrugged. "Maybe you're just...frustrated."
"I'm not..frustrated."
Giselle leaned back slightly watching Y/n carefully and smiled, but she didn't push any further. Instead she reached over and gently nudged Y/n's arm. "And about Hwayoung." she added "Don't listen to anything she says."
Y/n glanced at Giselle with a soft smile. "I don't."
"You better not." Ningning said. "She's always been like that."
"I know."
"And showing up at your apartment?" Giselle scoffed. "That's crazy.."
Y/n nodded. "And then Intak showing up hours later, right after." Y/n muttered. "That whole situation was just.. messy."
Giselle tilted her head slightly.
"You said there was tension between them.. Intak and Sion i mean?"
Y/n just nodded. "It just felt.. off."
Ningning smirked slightly.
"Perhaps, it was jealousy?"
Y/n shook her head immediately. "No, no."
"Oh come on, from Sion's side."
"No."
"From Intak's side then?"
"Maybe, i don't know."
Giselle hummed thoughtfully. "Either way, this sounds complicated."
Ningning leaned forward again. "Okay but this time a real question." she started. "If Sion didn't bring girls over every night... would you still be complaining?"
Y/n paused and nodded. "..yes."
"You're such a liar."
"i'm not lying."
"You look like you hesitated"
Y/n groaned. "I hate the both of you."
"We love you too."
By the time Y/n got home it was around 9 PM. She unlocked the door slowly stepping inside. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. She closed the door behind her, frowning slightly.
"Hello?"
There was no response or voices, there was no anything. Y/n smiled slowly. "Oh my god." For the first time in days, there was actual silence this late at night time.
She slipped her shoes off, stepping further inside. "Please tell me i'm alone." She whispered to herself.
Still she felt relieved and her shoulders relaxed instantly when there was still no answer. It was finally a peaceful night. Y/n let out a small sigh, dropping her bag onto the couch. "Best night ever."
Maybe Sion wasn't coming home tonight or maybe he decided to be normal, either way... she wasn't questioning it as she headed towards the bathroom, stretching slightly. "A shower sounds so perfect right now." She muttered.
Warm water and no interruptions, it's exactly what she needed. When Y/n pushed the bathroom door open she froze.
Sion was right there, standing in front of the mirror.
Half naked.
A towel hanging low on his hips, his hair was damp as water still dripped from the ends.
Y/n's brain stopped working for a solid three sconds, because... what?
Sion turned at the sound of the door and immediately paused when their eyes met. "You're home early."
Y/n blinked "I'm not alone?"
That came out before she could stop it, making Sion raise his brow slightly. "What?"
Y/n shook her head. "I just-" but then she stopped because suddenly she became very aware of everything.
The lack of clothing, the way the towel sat dangerously low on his hips. Y/n snapped her eyes upward.
"Thought you weren't home." She muttered.
"Well i am."
"Clearly."
There was a pause, neither of them moved which made this worse. Y/n cleared her throat slightly. "I-i was going to shower."
Sion nodded once. "Go ahead."
Y/n stared at him. "Ehm.... you're still here."
Sion glanced down at himself then back at her. "Oh." however, he didn't move a muscle.
Y/n blinked again. "Sion."
"Yeah?"
"...Leave."
He tilted his head slightly. "Why?"
Y/n stared at him in disbelief. "Why??" she repeated. "Because i want to shower."
"And i said go ahead."
Y/n her brain shorted circuited. "N-not while you're standing there, you pervert!"
"Why not?"
"SION!"
He huffed a quiet laugh. "Relax- relax! I'm leaving."
"Then leave."
"So impatient."
"You're insufferable."
"And i'm still your roommate."
"Unfortunately.."
Sion smirked slightly and finally moved, walking past her. The air shifted slightly as he passed and just before he stepped out, he paused glancing at her.
"You look less like shit today."
Y/n stared at him and pushed him out of the bathroom. "OUT!"
He laughed quietly as Y/n slammed the door shut behind him. She stood there frozen, her heart beating faster than it should.
"What...What was that?" she muttered, placing her hand over her chest.
Y/n stood in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone while sipping her coffee. She was still half asleep but at least not completely dead like the previous days. Y/n's phone buzzed as she opened the newly formed groupchat.
Wonbin: Arcade today?
Eunseok: Seunghan can't come tho.
Y/n stared at the message for a moment then sighed as she typed.
Y/n: You want me.. to basically thirdwheel?
Eunseok: No.
Wonbin: Yes.
Y/n rolled her eyes before she could type back, a door opened behind her. Sion walked out of his room, his hair messy as he was wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants. He looked like he had just woken up.
"Your fanclub didn't visit last night?"
"You were listening?"
Y/n scoffed. "I didn't have to, it was so quiet for once."
Sion hummed. "Disappointed?"
Y/n turned around immediately. "What?"
Sion leaned against the wall casually.
"You seem very invested in my nightly activities, you keep talking about them."
"Because they affect my sleep schedule."
"Right."
Y/n narrowed her eyes. "You're so annoying."
"You're observant."
Before she could respond, her phone buzzed again.
Eunseok: Bring Sion
Y/n slowly looked up. "Absolutely not."
"What?" Sion asked.
"Nothing."
Then another buzz came from her phone.
Wonbin: We need balance.
"...Balance?" Y/n repeated, making Sion tilt his head in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Y/n sighed, locking her phone.
"Eunseok and Wonbin want to go to an arcade today."
"Okay?"
"And i'll be third wheeling them."
Sion smirked slightly. "That sounds like a you problem."
Y/n glared at him.
"It was- until they told me to bring you."
Sion raised his brow after a long pause. "Me, why?"
"I don't know."
"Well, sounds fun."
Y/n crossed her arms. "I'm nog going if you're going."
"Then don't go. However, you're still considering it."
"I'm not."
"Totally are."
Y/n was about to open her mouth to say something but stopped herself, he wasn't wrong. "Fine....." she muttered. "I'm blaming you if this is awkward."
Sion smirked.
"Looking forward to it."
—
Y/n regretted everything the moment she stepped inside the arcade, it was loud and so cheerful. "This was a mistake." she muttered.
"Well, too late to go back now." Sion said casually beside her, ahead of them were Wonbin and Eunseok already at a claw machine. Y/n watched as Eunseok slightly leaned into Wonbin, pointing at something inside the machine while Wonbin adjusted the controls carefully.
They looked disgustingly cute.
"Give it 5 minutes and they'll forget we're here." Y/n rolled her eyes while nudging Sion.
As if on cue—
"Wait- WAIT! Move it a little more to the left!!!" Eunseok screamed grabbing Wonbins arms.
"I am, stop distracting me babe!" Wonbin replied, focused.
"I'm helping."
"You are not."
"Yes i am."
Y/n deadpanned as Sion snorted quietly. "Damn." The both of them stood there for a moment watching the couple from a distance. They saw how the claw dropped to grab a plushie, lifted and then dropped it again.
Eunseok gasped. "NO— my mametchi!"
Wonbin groaned. "This was so rigged."
"It wasn't!"
"It was!"
Y/n shook her head with a soft giggle. "Children."
Sion chuckled softly.
"You're not that much better."
"At least i don't cry over stuffed animals."
"You cried over a game before."
"That was different, it was personal."
Sion laughed again, Eunseok called for Y/n and Sion and waved them over to try the claw machine herself. Y/n pointed at herself. "Me?"
"Yes you!"
Y/n sighed dramatically "Fine but when i lose, don't try to blame me."
"You will." Sion said from behind her making Y/n shot him a look.
"Shut up."
Y/n stepped up to the machine, grabbing the controls as Eunseok pointed at a small plush near the edge. "That one."
"Seok..; that's i'mpossible!"
"Just try it."
Y/n sighed again before focusing as she moved the claw slowly and carefully. Trying to ignore the way Sion was staring just slightly behind her.
"More to the right noona." he said quietly.
Y/n froze slightly before she clenched her jaw slightly. "..i know."
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"Doesn't look like it."
"Stop talking."
"Make me."
Y/n ignored him, pressing the button as the claw dropped. It grabbed a plushie and lifted very slowly before dropping it perfectly into the slot. Then Eunseok screamed. "YOU DID IT"
Wonbin blinked as Y/n stared at the machine. "..I did it?"
Sion leaned slightly closer.
"Guess you're not completely useless."
Y/n turned her head and glared. "Say that again."
Sion just smirked. "Impressive."
"that's better."
Eunseok grabbed the plush and immediately handed it over to Y/n. "For you."
Y/n blinked. "Really?"
"Yes, you were the one that won it."
Y/n smiled slightly. "Thanks."
From the corner of her eye she saw Sion watching her, for some reason that made her heart beat just a little faster. A little later the couple had wandered off towards another game, leaving both Y/n and Sion alone... again.
Y/n looked around awkwardly. "So..."
"So.." Sion echoed as he smiled slightly making Y/n look away.
"Lets fine something else do to."
"Running away?"
"From you? Always."
He laughed as he followed her anyways. Y/n didn't notice the way his eyes lingered on her just a a second longer than before. Y/n walked ahead slightly, her eyes scanning everything. Then she stopped just for a second and Sion noticed immediately.
Y/n her gaze had landed on one of the bigger claw machines, inside was a massive pastel purple teddy bear sat in the center. It looked very round and soft, with big shiny eyes. Y/n stared at it a moment longer than necessary.
And walked past it like she didn't pause to look at it. Sion's eyes lingered on the machine then on her, he didn't say anything but just followed.
A few minutes later Y/n was back at another claw machine, but this one was smaller filled with cute little plushies.
"This one looks easier." she whispered.
"It doesn't." Sion replied.
"Let me have hope."
"You're going to lose."
"I just won earlier."
"That's beginner's luck."
Y/n shot him a look. "Watch me."
She inserted a coin, gripping the controls with determination as Sion leaned against the side casually watching her. Y/n was focused as she moved the claw carefully then dropped it... missing the slot completely.
"...shut up." she said before he could speak.
"I didn't say anything."
"You were about to."
"I was thinking it."
"Same thing."
Y/n tried it for a couple of times and kept missing over and over again. Her shoulders slumped slightly. "This is stupid."
"Want help?"
"No."
"You clearly do."
"I said no."
"So stubborn."
"You're annoying."
"You're still bad at it."
Y/n exhaled sharply, stepping back. "Whatever. I'm done with this one." she crossed her arms slightly, still staring at the plushies. Sion pushed himself off the machine.
"Stay here."
Y/n blinked. "Why?"
"I'll be back."
"Where are you going?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes?"
Sion just smirked. "Just stay here so i can find you again."
And with that, he walked off as Y/n stared after him. "..Weirdo."
Maybe he needed to use the bathroom or grab something, Y/n assumed. She didn't question it too much. Instead, she turned her attention back to the machines.
She tried another attempt, yet kept failing.
Again.
And again.
Time had passed but not long, just long enough that she started to forget that Sion had even left until-
"Noona."
Y/n froze in her spot as her fingers stilled on the controls. She turned her head and her eyes widened. Sion stood there holding the giant pastel purple teddy bear, the same one that she had stopped for.
The one she definitely did not mention, the one she absolutely did not want.
"..What?" she said blankly.
Sion raised a brow slightly. "What?"
Y/n stared at the bear then at him then back at the bear.
"What is that?"
"You tell me."
"That's the one from earlier."
"Yeah"
"..Why are you holding it?"
There was a short pause. "It's for you."
Y/n her brain stopped working for a second. "Huh?"
Sion shifted the bear slightly, like it weighed nothing.
"You were staring at it."
"I-I was not!"
"You so were."
"Not."
"You stopped walking."
"Sion that doesn't mean anything."
"It does."
Y/n blinked. "So...you went back for it?"
"Obviously."
"Why?"
Sion tilted his head slightly. "You want me to take it back?"
"NO!" Y/n said quickly then paused and frowned.
"I mean- you didn't have to do that."
"I know."
"..So why did you?"
Sion looked at her, there was no teasing or smirk. "Because you wanted it."
Y/n felt something in her chest tighten.
"I-i didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
Y/n looked at the bear again and slowly reached out, taking it from him carefully.
"It's so big and soft... how did you even win this?"
"With skill."
Y/n gave him a look. "You liar."
Sion smirked again. "Fine, it took a few tries."
"A few?"
"... A lot of tries."
Y/n let out a small laugh before she could stop herself. "Idiot."
"I still got it tho."
Y/n hugged the bear slightly, adjusting her grip. It was almost too big for her to carry properly. "Thank you." she said quietly.
The words came out softer than she expected, Sion didn't respond immediately. He just watched her for a second. "You're welcome."
—
From across the arcade, Wonbin nudged Eunseok.
"Babe, do you see that?"
Eunseok followed his gaze and froze. "No way."
Y/n stood there holding the giant purple bear talking to Sion while she was laughing. She looked different.
Wonbin blinked. "Since when does he do that?"
Eunseok didn't answer immediately but just watched. "Told you."
Wonbin frowned.
"Told me what?"
Eunseok glanced at him. "You'll see."
—
Back at the machines, Y/n adjusted her grip on the bear again.
"This is so inconvenient."
"Give it back then."
"No."
"Thought so."
Y/n huffed. "I'm keeping it."
"Obviously."
"Don't make it weird."
"I'm not, you're hugging it."
"No, i'm holding it."
"You're so hugging it."
"Shut up Sion."
Sion laughed softly making Y/n her lips curl up into a shy smile.
Y/n started to notice how Sion wasn't bringing girls over every night anymore. At first, she thought it was just coincidence but then days passed and the pattern stayed different.
The front door closed with a soft click, Y/n didn't even need to look because she already knew... it had been one of those nights. Y/n exhaled slowly setting her mug down, as she stepped out of her room. Her mood dropped instantly.
Because even if it wasn't every night anymore, whenever it did happen it was loud and impossible to ignore, ruining her sleep... and Y/n was tired.
As Y/n made her way into the kitchen she stopped, Sion was standing there already by the counter.. shirtless like it was normal.
He glanced at her briefly. "Morning."
Y/n stared at him. "We're not doing his."
Sion raised a brow.
"Doing what?"
"This" Y/n gestured vaguely at him. "You're acting like everything is fine."
"What is your problem?"
"My problem?" Y/n lets out a quiet disbelieving laugh, taking a step closer. "You really don't know what's my problem? You keep bringing someone over..and over.."
"And?"
"You're loud!!!"
Sion huffed a short laugh "You're more annoyed than usual."
"It's because i'm tired!"
"Are you sure that's it?"
Y/n exhaled sharply. "Why do you care?"
"I don't."
"Then stop pushing."
"You're the one who in here ready to fight."
"I came here because i'm exhausted!"
"And now?"
"And now you're making it worse."
Something shifted in the air after a short pause, Sion pushed himself off the counter slightly as he stepped closer. Y/n didn't notice it immediately until she felt her back being pressed against the edge of the counter.
"..Sion."
"What?"
"This isn't funny."
"I'm not laughing."
"Why are you." She faltered slightly. "-getting too close?"
"I am?"
"Yes."
Sion tilted his head slightly as if he was studying her.
"Move."
But he didn't, instead he leaned in just slightly enough to make Y/n her pulse pick up unfairly fast.
"You complain a lot... about the girls" he said quietly. "You notice everything."
"I don't have a choice..-"
"Sure you do."
"I literally don't."
Sion's gaze flickered for a second, from her eyes to her lips.. then back up again and something in his expression shifted.
"Sion." Y/n said, her voice barely steady now. "M-move."
However, Sion didn't. He lifted his hand slowly like he wasn't even thinking about it, his fingers brushed lightly against her cheek enough to make Y/n freeze completely making her breath stop and her mind become blank.
The touch lingered for half a second longer before Sion seemed to realize it at the same time she did, his hand dropped immediately like he had just woken up and like he hadn't meant to do that at all.
Y/n couldn't move, nor speak.. she couldn't even process what just happened as Sion stepped back fast, a little too fast.
"Forget it." he muttered before turning around and walking straight back into his room with the door shutting behind him, leaving Y/n alone in the kitchen still frozen against the counter.
Her hand slowly lifted to her cheek where his touch had been. "..what was that." she whispered to herself.
When Y/n agrees to let a friend of a friend move into her spare room, she doesn't expect that friend to be Oh Sion. The biggest player she's ever known.
At first Y/n told herself it wasn't a big deal, she knew what she signed up for. Well... not exactly, but close enough. Oh Sion had a reputation, everyone knew it.
The fact that— the first night it happened, she wasn't surprised. Maybe a little annoyed, but not surprised.
It started around midnight. Y/n had just gotten comfortable in bed, her room was dimly lit by the soft glow of her bedside lamp with her phone resting loosely in her hand as she scrolled mindlessly.
The apartment was quiet and peaceful at first, just how she liked it. But then— a sound. It was faint at first, a door opening then laughter followed.
Y/n paused, her thumb stilled against her screen. Then another sound followed, a voice of a girl.
Y/n stared at her ceiling. "Right.." she whispered as she slowly turned her head towards the wall. the one seperating her room from Sion's.
There it was again, soft footsteps and muffled giggles... then the creak of a bed. Y/n exhaled slowly, dropping her phone onto her chest. It wasn't her business, he lived here too now. He could do whatever he wanted.
Y/n turned off her lamp and pulled her blanket up, closing her eyes to try and get some proper sleep.
That didn't last long.
Because a few minutes later, another sound has slipped through the wall. Y/n's eyes snapped open as she stared into the darkness, her entire body stiff. She reached for her phone again, unlocking it quickly and turning the brightness all the way down. If she could maybe just distract herself—
Another sound. This time... a soft moan.
Y/n froze as she felt her face heating up instantly. "Oh my god." She whispered, pressing her lips together tightly. She turned onto her side, then to the other, even buried her face into the pillow.
This was not happening, the walls were too thin. WAY too thin. Why where they this thin?!
This time the sounds became louder. Y/n grabbed her pillow and pressed it over her head. "I hate this." She mumbled into the fabric. She stayed like that for a while, hoping it would stop.
Eventually, exhaustion won. But the last thing she heard before she was finally able to fall asleep was laughter. And it wasn't hers.
The next morning Y/n avoided the kitchen, she didn't know why. Okay, that's a lie. She knew exactly why.
Because she didn't want to run into him or worse— run into her.
Instead, she stayed in her room longer than usual. Scrolling through her phone pretending she didn't hear footsteps moving around outside. At one point, she heard the front door open then close.
Only then did she finally step outside, the apartment looked normal like nothing had happened. Y/n walked into the kitchen slowly, glancing around.
There was no trace or sign as she lets out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding. "Good." she muttered.
For night 2, it was worse. Because now Y/n expected it, and somehow that made it even more annoying.
It started earlier this time, maybe around 10?
Y/n was in the living room, curled up on the couch with a blanket, watching something she wasn't really paying attention to. The sound of the front door opening made her glance up.
Sion walked in, but not alone. He brought a different girl this time. Y/n immediately looked back at the TV. She wasn't going to stare, but she noticed enough.
The way the girl laughed too loudly or the way she held onto Sion's arm like she had known him forever. The way Sion—
"Hey" he said casually, like this was normal. Like bringing strangers into the apartment was completely normal. Y/n forced herself to glance over. "Hi."
The girl looked at her briefly, mostly in a judging way. Still Y/n have a small nod before turning back to the TV.
"I'll be in my room." Sion added.
That was it. The door closed and once again, the apartment wasn't quiet anymore.
By the 3rd night,
Y/n started staying in her room before Sion even got home, it was easier that way.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Not really.
Because no matter how much she tried to ignore it or block it out, she could still hear everything.
The creak of the bed, the same sounds.
Over and over.
Different voices, different nights.
Same pattern.
Y/n lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her headphones sat next to her. She had tried music, watched movies but non of it helped. She lets out a quiet sigh.
The morning after felt worse than the others. Y/n didn't even remember falling asleep, she just knew she woke up exhausted. Her head felt heavy, her body sluggish as she dragged herself out of bed and straight into the kitchen. Not even bothering to check the time.
There was only one thing on her mind. Coffee.
She leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee machine, with her half opened eyes, messy hair and an expression that looked completely drained. The soft click of a door opening made her glance up slightly.
Y/n didn't even have the energy to react properly when Sion walked out, shirtless and his hair messy, like he had just ran his hands through it a hundred times. His movements slow and completely unbothered.
Y/n blinked once and immediately looked away.
Behind him, a girl followed while wearing one of his hoodies. Y/n didn't recognize her. Not that she expected to.
The girl looked at Y/n briefly then towards the kitchen. "Oh— do you maybe have—"
Before she could even finish, Sion gently placed a hand on her back, already guiding her towards the front door. "I'll text you." He said easily.
The girl didn't seem to mind as she smiled. "Okay." And just like that, she was gone with the door closed behind her.
Y/n stared at her coffee as Sion walked past her like nothing had happened, heading straight for the cabinets and grabbing his own mug before pouring himself coffee.
Sion looked at her as he was leaning against the counter. "...you look like shit."
Y/n slowly turned her head. "...Excuse me?"
Sion took a sip of his coffee, completely unfazed. "I mean it." he said "Did you even sleep?"
Y/n stared at him in disbelief.
"Oh, i don't know." Y/n said flatly. "Maybe i would've if someone wasn't hosting a nightly concert next room."
Sion's eyebrow lifted slightly. "A concert?"
"Yes. A very loud one."
He lets out a quiet huff of amusement. "That bad?"
Y/n scoffed. "Bad?" She repeated. "Sion, i could hear everything."
Sion didn't look particularly bothered by what Y/n just said.
"Walls are thin."
"No." Y/n said immediately. "The walls are fine. The problem is your...guests."
There was a brief pause before she added without thinking—
"They sound like dying whales."
Sion blinked at her once then twice. "...Dying whales?"
Y/n took a sip of her coffee and nodded. "Yes."
"That's...specific."
"Well, it's accurate."
Sion stared at Y/n for a second longer before he burst into laughter. Y/n frowned slightly. "What's so funny?"
"That's a new one." Sion said, shaking his head lightly. "I've heard complaints, but never that."
Y/n just rolled her eyes.
"Well.. now you have."
Sion took another sip of his coffee, still clearly amused. "Noted."
Y/n crossed her arms slightly, leaning back against the counter. "You should try being quieter."
Sion glanced at her. "Or, you should try sleeping earlier."
Y/n gave him a look. "You're unbelievable.."
"I'm realistic."
"No, you're inconsiderate."
"Harsh."
"True."
A pause settled between them, as Y/n narrowed her eyes slightly. "And honestly." she added, almost absentmindedly. "If that's what it sound like every night....."
She hesitated for half a second. "...you might not be as good as you think."
Sion went still just for a moment before slowly turning his head towards her. "What?"
Y/n shrugged, pretending to be unbothered.
"I'm just saying." She continued, taking another sip of her coffee. "It sounds a little ... forced."
There was a beat of silence, the atmosphere had shifted. Sion straightened slightly, setting his mug down as his eyes never left Y/n's this time. "Careful." he said with a lower voice.
Y/n could feel the shift, but she didn't back down. "Why?" She shot back. "did i hit a nerve?"
Sion tilted his head slightly, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Oh definitely."
Y/n blinked because that wasn't the reaction she expected.
"But—" Sion continued, pushing himself off the counter taking a step closer to Y/n. "Now i'm curious."
Y/n her grip on her cup tightened slightly. "About what?"
Sion's eyes stayed on hers.
"Whether you actually think that or if you're just annoyed."
Y/n held his gaze.
Her heart did something weird, and it's not something she liked.
"I'm sleep deprived." Y/n said. "That's what i think."
Sion just hummed. "Sure"
Then he reached for his coffee again, stepping back like nothing had happened. "Don't worry, i'll try to keep the whales quieter."
Y/n stared at him. "You're insufferable."
"And you're grumpy."
"Because of you!"
"Still my fault?"
"Yes."
Sion smiled slightly and that irritated Y/n more than it should have. She turned away first, walking out of the kitchen with her coffee in hand. As she disappeared down the hallway her heart was beating faster than normal.
She didn't know if it was from the lack of sleep or something else entirely.
Y/n looked like she hadn't slept in days, because she hadn't. Dark circles sat under her eyes, her expression dull as she stirred her drink absentmindedly. Not even realizing she had been mixing the same cup for the past 2 minutes.
Across from her, Wonbin watched quietly and next to him sat Eunseok who looked... concerned.
"... You look... terrible." Eunseok said carefully.
Y/n didn't even react this time. "I know."
Wonbin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he was studying her. "That bad?"
"You have no idea."
Eunseok winced slightly. "...Sion?"
Y/n let's out a dry laugh. "Oh, so you do know."
"I mean—"
"Every night he brings a different girl." Y/n continued, her voice flat but clearly exhausted. "And the walls? Paper thin. I hear him and those girls have SEX all the time."
Wonbin's lips twitched slightly but he didn't laugh. Eunseok? He looked genuinely apologetic. "...Okay, that's on me."
"Yes." Y/n said immediately. "It is."
"I didn't think—"
"Well, you should've."
Wonbin rested his chin on his hand, eyes still focused on Y/n. "So what exactly are we talking about here?"
Y/n glanced at him. "Do you reallyyyy want details?"
"Now i'm kinda curious bestie."
"They sound like dying whales."
There was a pause as Wonbin's expression froze and Eunseok blinked. Then Wonbin looked away, pressing his lips together like ha was trying not to react making Y/n frown slightly.
"What?"
"Nothing." Wonbin quickly said.
"That wasn't a 'nothing' face."
"It was."
"It wasnt'."
Eunseok glanced between them.
".. Why does it feel like i'm missing something?"
Wonbin shook is head. "You are."
"Then explain it to me?"
"No." Y/n narrowed her eyes.
"Okay, now i'm definitely missing something."
Wonbin sighed softly while running a hand through his hair. "Its just.." he started then stopped. Y/n leaned forward slightly.
"What?"
Wonbin looked at her, for a moment there was something in his expression. Something she didn't understand, then he just shook his head again. "...Nothing. Forget it."
Y/n stared at him. "You're being weird."
"I'm not."
"You are."
Eunseok frowned. "Should i be concerned?"
"Yes." Y/n said immediately while Wonbin said "No." at the same time.
There was a silence when Y/n looked between them. "This is suspicious."
Wonbin grabbed his drink and shrugged. "you're just sleep deprived."
"I am sleep deprived." Y/n snapped. "Because of YOUR friend.
Eunseok raised both hands. "Okay, okay! My bad."
Y/n sighed as she leaned back into her chair.
"I just want 1 quiet night," she muttered.
Wonbin glanced at her once again. "Have you tried talking to him?" he asked.
Y/n hesitated before nodding. "Kind of?"
"And?"
"He laughed at me."
Wonbin snorted.
"Sounds like him-"
"I hate him."
"No you don't." Eunseok said absentmindedly making Y/n look at him. "...i do."
Eunseok paused for a second. "You're just annoyed."
"And exhausted."
Wonbin didn't say anything this time but he did gave her a look, a knowing look that lingered and Y/n hated it.
By the time Y/n got home, her apartment was quiet and empty for once. She slipped her shoes off, letting out a small sigh of relief as she stepped inside.
Finally peace.
Y/n dropped her bag onto the couch, stretching slightly before heading towards the kitchen. Maybe she could actually relax today.
There came a sudden knock on the door making Y/n halt in her steps.
"Did Sion forget his keys?"
Y/n walked towards the door slowly as another louder knock came, something felt off and when she opened the door her heart dropped.
"...You've got to be kidding me." she muttered.
Hwayoung stood there, perfect as always. Her expression? Not perfect because the moment she saw Y/n her brows furrowed.
"Eh.. what are you doing here?"
Y/n blinked. ".. i live here."
Hwayoung laughed with an disbelieving sound. "No, you don't."
"I do."
Hwayoung crossed her arms. "This is Sion's place."
Y/n felt her patience already wearing thin.
"It's my apartment."
Hwayoung's expression shifted slightly in confusion then disbelief. "You're actually joking."
"I swear i'm not. Sion is staying here temporarily. He's my roommate."
Hwayoung laughed again but it wasn't in amusement. "You're...serious." as she looked Y/n up and down slowly in a judging and disgust way. "That's actually insane."
Y/n felt irritation bubbling up. "What is?"
"That YOU are living with him."
Her tone was enough to make something snap.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Hwayoung tilted her head slightly. "Oh, come on honey.. you can't be that clueless."
Y/n's grip on the door tightened.
"Try me."
Hwayoung smirked. "It just doesn't make sense." she continued. "Someone like you? Sharing space with someone like Sion?"
"Someone like me?"
Hwayoung stepped closer as her voice dropped slightly and became colder. "Let's be honest.... you don't exactly match his standards."
Y/n could feel her chest tighten but she didn't look away nor did she back down. "And you do?"
Hwayoung smiled. "I know i do for sure." before narrowing her eyes lightly "Honestly, you should be grateful he's even breathing the same air as you."
Y/n stepped forward slightly. "You should leave."
Hwayoung raised a brow. "Or what?"
"Or i'll make you."
The confidence in her voice even surprised Y/n herself, and for a split second Hwayoung looked taken aback then she scoffed. "Relax, i'm not here for you. I'm here for Sion."
"He's not here."
Hwayoung rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, looking back at Y/n one last time. "Don't get too comfortable."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Hwayoung smirked. "You'll figure it out."
And with that, she left. Y/n closed the door and the apartment felt silent again. She stood there for a moment with her heart racing and hands trembling. "Unbelievable." She muttered.
By the evening Y/n tried to forget about it, which was exactly how she ended up sitting on the couch again, controller in hand with Sion next to her.
"This is rigged." Y/n said.
"It's really not."
"It is!"
"You just suck."
"I don't suck that bad."
"You just ran into the same wall a couple of times!"
"I'm... learning."
Sion laughed quietly. "Gosh, you're hopeless."
"And you're annoying."
"Yet you're still playing this game."
Y/n huffed. "Only because i would like to win."
"Yeaaaaaah, that's not happening."
"We'll see."
It was surprisingly easy just sitting there and talking, arguing over something so stupid until a knock was heard from the front door once again. Both of them paused as Y/n frowned.
".. Are you expecting someone?"
Sion shook his head. "No?"
Another louder knock followed as Y/n stood up slowly. "I'll get it." She walked towards the door, a strange feeling settling in her chest again. Something about today, felt off.
The moment Y/n opened the door she froze. "..Intak?"
He stood there, just like she remembered.
"Hey." He said.
"What are you doing here?" Y/n blinked confused.
"I wanted to talk."
Y/n stomach twisted slightly. "..Now?"
"Yeah."
Before she could say anything else, a voice came from behind her. "Who is it?"
Y/n turned slightly but it was too late, because Sion had already walked up behind her. And now Intak was staring right at him confused.
"I'm not starting anything." Intak said. "I just didn't expect you to move on from me this quickly."
"I didn't."
"Really?" Intak glanced at Sion again. "Because it looks like you did."
"That's not your business. Not anymore."
Then Sion finally spoke again. "You done?"
Both Y/n and Intak looked at him, Sion's expression was calm and unbothered but his tone wasn't. Intak frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You came here to talk, so talk or leave." Sion said.
Y/n blinked slightly. Hearing that come from Sion was unexpected. Intak's jaw tightened. "Stay out of this."
Sion shrugged. "Then don't stand in my doorway."
The tension shifted instantly, it was thick and uncomfortable. Y/n could feel it. Intak looked back at her.
"You okay with this?"
Y/n didn't hesitate this time as she nodded, that was enough. "Yes."
Intak exhaled sharply as he stepped back slightly. "We'll talk another time."
Y/n didn't respond as Intak lingered for a second then he left. The door finally closed. Y/n stared at it for a moment before she slowly turned around. Sion was still standing there watching her.
"...What?"
"You're ex?
Y/n sighed. "Yeah..."
He nodded once "That's ..messy."
Y/n huffed "You have no idea."
There was a pause before Sion glanced at her. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
Sion didn't look convinced but he also didn't want to push. Instead he nodded towards the couch. "Come on, you were about to lose."
"Huh?" Y/n blinked, snapping out of it.
"Game."
Y/n stared at him for a moment then chuckled slightly. "you're unbelievable."
"Yet.. you keep playing with me."
Y/n rolled her eyes but she followed him anyways. Because somehow even after everything, being there with him felt easier than dealing with everything else.
When Y/n agrees to let a friend of a friend move into her spare room, she doesn't expect that friend to be Oh Sion. The biggest player she's ever known.
Pairing: Oh Sion x Reader (Choi Y/n)
Genre: Roommates au, slowburn, tension, humor
Warnings: Mentions of mature themes, suggestive undertones.
The restaurant was warm, soft chatter blended with the clinking of glasses and occasional laughter from nearby tables. Y/n liked places like this, it wasn't too quiet nor chaotic. It felt just comfortable.
Across from her sat Wonbin and Seunghan, both halfway through their drinks and arguing about something completely pointless.
"I'm telling you." Seunghan said, pointing his chopsticks accusingly at Wonbin. "You definitely ate my dumplings."
Wonbin raised an eyebrow. "Why would i eat your dumplings when i ordered some of my own?"
"Because you're greedy."
"Am not."
"Are."
"I'm not."
"You literally stole my fries last week."
"That was different."
Y/n let out a small laugh, leaning her chin into her palms as she watched the two of them bicker like they had been doing for years.
Which...they had.
"Should i call the police?" Y/n asked dryly. "Or do dumpling crimes fall under a different jurisdiction?"
Seunghan immediately pointed at her. "See?! Even Y/n knows you're guilty."
Wonbin scoffed. "Y/n always takes your side."
"Because i'm usually right."
Y/n raised both her hands innocently. "I refuse to get involved in dumpling-related accusations."
The food on the table was already half gone, empty plates pushed slightly to the side as they kept talking. Seunghan leaned back in his chair, stretching before glancing at Y/n again. "So noona." he began, "How does it feel?"
"How does what feel?" Y/n blinked
"Living alone."
Wonbin looked up at that. "Oh right-" he said. "Your new apartment."
Y/n nodded as she was reaching for her glass. She had moved in only about 2 weeks ago, technically it wasn't huge, but compared to her old place it definitely felt bigger. "It's amazing." Y/n admitted. "It's so peaceful."
Seunghan smirked. "It's because we're not there."
"Exactly."
Wonbin gasped dramatically. "Wow, i see how it is."
Y/n laughed. "No seriously, it's nice and quiet. I can actually sleep without Seunghan blowing up our group chat at three in the morning."
"That was 1 time.."
"That was 16 times."
Seunghan ignored that.
"But isn't it kinda lonely?" Seunghan asked. "You said the apartment has two bedrooms right?"
Y/n nodded. "It does."
"So... then why are you living there alone?"
Y/n shrugged. "It was the only place available at the time and i really liked it, the extra room is kinda nice tho."
Seunghan tilted his head. "For?"
Y/n grinned in response. "Sleepovers."
Wonbin pointed at her. "See, i knew it."
"Movie nights, game nights.. you guys can stay over whenever!"
"That does sound nice actually." Seunghan stated while looking thoughtful.
Wonbin leaned forward on the table. "Be careful Y/n, if you say that too loudly he'll basically move in with you."
"Hey-" Seunghan protested. "I pay rent where i live!"
"Barely.."
Before Seunghan could start another argument Wonbin glanced over his shoulder and his expression shifted. "Finally."
Y/n turned slightly in her seat and saw Eunseok walking towards their table. He had one hand in the pockets of his jacket, the other holding his phone as he finished typing something before slipping it away, his eyes immediately found their table.
Wonbin was already smiling pushing Seunghan out of his seat as Eunseok leaned down slightly, pressing a quick kiss to Wonbin's lips in greeting before sitting down beside him.
Seunghan groaned loudly. "Oh my god."
"What?" Wonbin asked innocently. "You can sit next to Y/n."
"That was my seat.." Seunghan sighed dramatically before sliding next to Y/n in the booth.
Eunseok chuckled quietly before Wonbin nudged him. "You're late."
"I know babe."
"You said 10 minutes... it's been 20."
Eunseok reached for the menu giving a slight pout before cutely responding with an "Sorry."
"You better have a good excuse."
"I do~"
Before Eunseok could continue, Wonbin added casually. "Oh i already ordered for you." before sliding his food to the older.
"Should i be scared?"
Seunghan snorted, making Eunseok smile slightly at his boyfriend. "If i die tonight, i'm blaming you."
"That's fair." Wonbin shrugged
Y/n tilted her head slightly glancing at Eunseok while sipping her drink. "So.. what actually made you come late?"
Eunseok leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his black hair.
"It's... kind of a long story."
Seunghan perked up instantly. "Even better."
Eunseok hesitated for a second before explaining. "One of my friends got kicked out."
The table went quiet for a moment as Y/n slightly frowned. "Kicked out of where?"
"His house."
Wonbin blinked. "Like, permanently?"
"Seems like it, he's been crashing at my place for the past week."
Wonbin paused. "A week??"
"Yeah.."
"And you're telling us this now?"
"I didn't think it was a big deal."
Seunghan scoffed.
"Having someone live at your place for a week is definitely a big deal."
Eunseok shrugged. "Well, he didn't really have anywhere else to go."
Y/n felt a small pang of sympathy at that. "Is your friend okay?" she asked.
'Yeah." Eunseok said. "It's just ... family stuff."
Wonbin frowned slightly. "Are you planning to let him stay with you?"
Eunseok shook his head. "I would if i could, but my place is too small for the both of us."
Seunghan suddenly looked thoughtful and slowly, he turned towards Y/n. The moment she saw that expression, she immediately felt suspicious. "No."
Seunghan grinned. "I didn't even say anything yet noona."
"You didn't have to, your face said enough."
But Seunghan was already turning towards Eunseok with a smile on his face. "You know who has the space though?" then he pointed at Y/n. All eyes turned towards her. Y/n stared at Seunghan in disbelief.
"Are you serious?"
Seunghan shrugged. "You literally just said you had an extra room."
Eunseok glanced between them. "Wait.. you have a spare room?"
"Yea she has." Wonbin nodded. watching the situation unfold with interest.
"You're taking his side?" Y/n looked at Wonbin.
"If someone needs a place and you have the space..." Wonbin said calmy. Eunseok leaned forward slightly. "I mean.. only if you're comfortable with it."
Y/n glanced between the 3 of them, she came here to have dinner. Not to suddenly adopt a roommate. She doesn't even know who it is.
"I don't even know your friend." Y/n stated.
"He's not that bad." Eunseok quickly said
"That's... not really convincing."
"He's also very quiet."
"That's... less convincing." Y/n muttered making Seunghan laugh.
Eunseok sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Okay, he's.. not exactly quiet."
"Great.."
"But he's not a bad person."
Y/n hesitated, she hated situations like this. Cause if someone genuinely needed the help... she couldn't just say no. And Seunghan knew that too, which is why he probably suggested it. That traitor.
Eunseok looked at Y/n again with a hopeful expression on his face. "You'd honestly be saving him." He said softly "Just until he figures things out."
Y/n looked down at the table with a quiet sigh. "..How long will he be staying?"
"Until he finds something himself. So maybe a few...months?" Eunseok carefully explained.
Y/n rubbed her temple. This was happening way too fast, but at the same time... she couldn't ignore that someone was kicked out with nowhere to go. After a long moment, she exhaled.
"...Fine."
The reactions came so fast, Seunghan slapped the table as Wonbin grinned. Eunseok? He looked genuinely relieved. Y/n pointed a finger at him. "If he's messy or annoying-"
"I promise, he's not!"
"If he steals my food-"
"He won't."
"If he breaks things."
"He definitely won't."
Y/n narrowed her eyes at Eunseok. "You're very veryyyyy confident about that."
Eunseok just smiled slightly. "It's because i know him." Then he immediately grabbed his phone. "Let me tell him."
Seunghan leaned closer. "You should call him."
"I'm texting."
"How lame..."
Eunseok ignored him as he quickly typed his message. Across the table, Wonbin rested his chin on his hand. "Wait, hold on..."
Eunseok looked up at his boyfriend with a raised brow. "What?"
"You never really told us who this friend is."
Eunseok blinked "Oh."
Seunghan tilted his head. "Yeah.. who's this mysterious homeless friend of yours?"
Eunseok glanced back down at his phone for a second before casually answering. "Sion."
The world stopped for Y/n, her heart dropped straight into her stomach. For a moment she thought she maybe misheard what he said but then Eunseok repeated it while still typing on his phone. "Oh Sion."
Her mind went completely blank.
Oh Sion.
The name echoed in her head like an alarm warning her, she knew exactly who that was. Everyone did!
Oh Sion, the biggest flirt. The biggest player. The biggest fuckboy she has ever encountered in her entire life. The kind of guy who could charm anyone in a room and leave with someone different every night.
And now—
Y/n's stomach twisted.
— he was going to live with her.
Y/n lifted her eyes slowly towards Eunseok. "...Sion?"
Eunseok nodded. "Yeah."
Seunghan didn't seem to notice her internal meltdown. "Oh i know him." he said as Wonbin nodded too. "Same."
Y/n stared at the table. This couldn't be real. She opened her mouth, maybe.. just maybe she could still take it back.
Eunseok smiled at his phone then looked up. "He replied, he said thanks." then read another message. "Hes ready to move in tomorrow morning."
Y/n froze.
Tomorrow?!
Her eyes widened slightly, as she looked up at Eunseok again he was already putting his phone away with a satisfied expression. It was too late. The worst possible roommate she could imagine was moving into her apartment.
Tomorrow.
And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
The knocking started way too early, at least... that's what it felt like.
Y/n groaned softly, burying her face deeper into her pillow as the sound echoed through her apartment again. It wasn't aggressive, but it was annoyingly persistent.
For a moment, she considered ignoring it. That maybe whoever it was would just... go away.
The knocking came again but louder this time. The memory hit her like a brick as she let out a long sigh and let her eyes snap open.
Right, today was the day Sion was becoming her roommate. Y/n shot up slightly in her bed, her hair a mess, heart already beating faster than it should be this early in the morning.
Another knock. "Y/n." Eunseok's voice called from the other side of the door. "Are you awake?"
Dragging herself out of bed felt like torture, didn't even bother checking the mirror. Which was probably a bad decision, but it was too late to care. Y/n shuffled towards the door in an oversized hoodie and sleeping shorts, she unlocked her door and pulled it open.
She regretted everything immediately.
Eunseok stood there, looking far too awake and next to him...
Boxes.
And then—
Sion.
He was just standing behind Eunseok, one hand casually gripping the handle of a suitcase, the other tucked into his pocket like he didn't have a care in the world. His hair was slightly messy, like he hadn't tried too hard and he wore a simple hoodie with sweats. Somehow— it still looked intentional, annoyingly effortless.
Sion's eyes met hers and then he smirked.
Y/n blinked once, then twice.. right, this was real.
"Morning sleeping...beauty." Eunseok said cheerfully, completely unaware of the tension forming out of thin air.
Y/n just stared at him. "..Seok, it's too early for you to be this happy."
"It's 10 am."
"That is early for me!"
Eunseok laughed lightly before stepping aside. "Sion, this is—"
"I know who she is."
Y/n's gaze snapped back to Sion. Of course he knew who she was. Sion shifted his weight slightly, his eyes still on her. "Didn't expect you to be my new landlord." he said casually.
Y/n expression flattened instantly. "I'm not your landlord."
"Roommate then."
Y/n crossed her arms. "Temporary roommate."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Sion's smirk didn't fade as Y/n narrowed her eyes slightly. He was exactly like how she remembered. Annoying.
Eunseok clapped his hands together once. "Okay, let's not fight before he even moves in."
"We're not fighting." Y/n stated immediately.
"We're just talking". Sion added, just as quickly.
Eunseok looked between them. "...Right."
Y/n stepped aside reluctantly. "Just come in.."
Sion walked past her first, carrying his suitcase inside like he already belonged here. Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Eunseok followed with the boxes, placing them carefully near the hallway.
Y/n felt like her apartment suddenly felt..smaller, it was more crowded.
"Which room is his?" Eunseok asked.
Y/n pointed down the hallway. "Second door on the left."
Sion nodded once. "Got it."
Without waiting, he grabbed his suitcase again and headed towards the room like he had been there before as Y/n watched him go. She was bothered by how comfortable he looked.
Eunseok carried the last box in and set it down. "Thank you again." He said, turning to face Y/n. "Seriously."
Y/n shrugged lightly." It's fine."
"It's not." he said. "You didn't have to do this, but you did it anyways."
Y/n didn't respond to that, she glanced towards the hallway where Sion had already disappeared into the room.
"So.." Y/n said slowly. "You're sure about him?"
Eunseok raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Y/n glanced back at him. "He's..not trouble?"
Eunseok lets out a small laugh." No, he's not trouble."
Y/n gave him a look making Eunseok sigh. "Okay he can be a little..."
"A little what?"
"...Chaotic."
Y/n blinked. "That's not reassuring Seok."
"But he's a good person." Eunseok added quickly. "He just... lives his life differently."
"That's one way to put it."
Eunseok smiled slightly. "Just give him a chance."
Y/n again didn't respond because the thing was, she already knew what kind of person Sion was. Or at least— how the people said he was. And that wasn't exactly promising.
Before Eunseok left, he went into Sion's room and then came back to give Y/n a light hug. Y/n was officially alone in her apartment with Sion. She stood in her kitchen for a moment, staring at nothing.
The sound of a door opening pulled her attention, Sion stepped back into the hallway running a hand through his hair. "All set."
"That was fast."
"I don't have that much stuff."
"Clearly."
He leaned against the wall casually. "Thanks, by the way."
Y/n blinked. "For what?"
"Letting me stay."
Y/n her shoulders stiffened slightly. "Oh. Right.3
Sion studied her for a second. "You didn't want to."
It wasn't a question making Y/n frown slightly. "I- i didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
Y/n looked away. "I just don't like surprises."
"That makes two of us."
Her eyes flicked back to him. "..You didn't know either?"
"Not until last night, Eunseok hyung texted me telling me to start packing because he found a new roommate for me."
Sion pushed himself off the wall. "So." he glanced around. "Any rules?"
Y/n straightened slightly. "Yes."
He looked back at her. "Let's hear them."
Y/n crossed her arms. "Keep shared places clean."
"Fair."
"No loud music at night."
"Depends on what you consider loud.."
She gave him a look. "Just... don't be annoying."
Sion smirked. "No promises."
Y/n ignored that. "And if you're bringing people over—" she hesitated.
Sion tilted his head slightly. "Yeah?"
"...Just let me know."
Something flickered in his expression, he looked amused. "Of course."
"Good."
Silence settled between them for a moment, it wasn't uncomfortable but not comfortable either.
"Are you always this serious in the morning?" Sion asked.
"What?" Y/n blinked
"You look like you're about to kick me out already."
Y/n frowned. "I just woke up."
"That explains it."
Y/n's eyes narrowed slightly. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Sion just shrugged lightly.
"You'll probably be nicer later."
She stared at him. "I'm already being nice."
"Debatable."
Y/n just turned away. "I regret this already."
Making Sion laugh quietly.
The day passed slowly, Y/n tried to go about her usual routine. Drinking coffee, cleaning the apartment, scrolling through twitter anything to make things feel normal. But it was hard, because every now and then she'd hear something like a door opening, footsteps or a drawer closing. All small reminders that she wasn't alone anymore.
At one point, she walked into the kitchen and froze in her spot. Sion was there standing at the counter, cooking.
"..You cook?"
Sion glanced over his shoulder at her. "Sometimes. It was mostly Eunseok hyung when i stayed with him."
"You don't seem like the type."
Sion turned back to what he was doing. "What type?"
"..Domestic."
He huffed a quiet laugh. "That's harsh."
"Is it wrong?"
He didn't answer, instead he plated the food and turned around. "Would you like some?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
Y/n hesitated, this way all unexpected. Maybe he did it out of thanks for letting him stay here.
"Fine."
Sion handed her a plate. "Careful, it's hot."
Y/n carefully took the plate, their fingers brushing slightly. For some reason the small contact lingered longer than it should have. She sat down at the counter, taking a cautious bite as her eyes widened slightly.
"This is... actually good."
Sion leaned against the counter across from her. "Wow, high praise."
"I'm serious."
"I know."
Y/n took another bite. "So where did you learn?"
"Picked it up."
"That's not an answer."
Sion shrugged. "Does it matter?"
She paused. "I..guess not."
They ate in silence, it was not awkward just quiet and comfortable. Which surprised her. She expected this to feel weird but it didn't. After a moment, Sion spoke again.
"So."
Y/n looked up. "So?"
"You play games?"
She blinked. "What kind of games?"
"Video games."
Y/n made a face. "Not really."
Sion raised an eyebrow. "Not really or ..not at all?"
"Not at all."
He stared at her like she had just confessed something unbelievable. "That's just tragic."
"It's not."
"It is."
Y/n rolled her eyes.
"I've survived this long without them."
"Barely."
Y/n huffed as Sion pushed himself off the counter. "Come on."
She frowned. "Where are you going?"
"To fix your tragic lifestyle."
Her eyes widened slightly. "No."
"Yes."
"I said no."
"you haven't even tried."
"I don't need to try."
Sion was already walking towards the living room. "Just this once."
Y/n stayed where she was. "I'm not doing this."
Sion glanced back at her.
"Are you scared? Scared you'll lose?"
Y/n's expression changed instantly as her eyes are narrowing. "That's not going to work."
"It's already working."
"It's not."
"Then prove it."
Y/n hesitated and she hated this, she knew exactly what he was doing and yet she found herself setting her plate down. "Fine."
Sion's lips curved slightly. "Thought so."
She pointed at him as she walked past. "If i hate this, i'm blaming you."
"I'll take that risk."
That's how they both ended up sitting next to each other on the couch, a controller in Y/n's hand with absolutely no idea what she was doing.
"This is confusing." she said.
"It's not."
"It is."
"You just need to focus."
"I am focusing."
"No, you're panicking."
"I'm not panicking—"
Y/n's character immediately ran into a wall and Sion sighed. "Okay, give me that."
Before she could react, he shifted closer than before. His shoulder brushed against hers. Sion reached for the controller— but instead of taking it completely, his hand settled over hers.
"Like this." he said.
Y/n's breath caught slightly. His hand was warm and firm, guiding her movements slightly. "Move this slowly." he continued.
Y/n tried her best to focus, but it was hard since he was close... too close.
"See?" He said. "You're finally getting it"
"I'm not." She muttered.
"You are."
His voice was softer and lower now. For a moment neither of them moved. Y/n could feel the warmth of him beside her. She could feel the way his hand still rested over hers.
Something shifted.
It wasn't big, nothing obvious but it was there.. like a spark. Sion pulled his hand away first. "There." he said, leaning back slightly. "Not so hard, right?"
Y/n blinked as she cleared her throat. "..Right, still don't like it."
Sion smirked. "You will."
"Doubt it."
But she didn't put the controller down and he didn't leave.
❛❛ Sion doesn't mind the fact that you're about to meet his parents or if you just left their house. He's gonna take you whenever he wants. ❞
あ . . . boyfriend!sion x fem!reader ⭑ smut ⭑ sion is highkey a pervert, creampie, mentions of anal, y'all fuck like bunnies, sion has a potty mouth, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, car sex (but not really) ⭑ 1.5k words
○ 𝗌𝗄𝗒𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌.ᐟ 𖹭 guys i actually don't know how long it takes for a load to uh leave our bodies (?) i have a breeding kink but i've never allowed a man to do such disgusting thing so... and this time i didn't do my research (i only searched for it when i finished writing this piece so i'm sorry)
As Sion slides into the driver’s seat of the car, the engine humming to life beneath you both, his mind drifts back to earlier that morning.
He remembers pinning you against the bedroom wall just before you left for his parents’ house, his thick cock buried deep inside your slick pussy, thrusting hard and relentless until he flooded you with his hot cum.
He can still picture the way your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop as you whimpered his name, a chant of “Sion’s” that didn’t seem to end as your nails raked his arms and shoulder blades. And now, as the two of you pull away from the curb, he knows you’re still full of him—his seed leaking out, soaking into your panties with every shift of your hips on the leather seat.
Throughout the entire visit, he’d forced himself to keep that straight face, nodding politely at his mother’s chatter, shaking his father’s hand firmly, all while his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of your dripping cunt, stuffed with his load like the perfect little and dirty secret.
The facade cracks the moment the car door clicks shut behind you. The air between you thickens, charged with the unspoken heat that’s been simmering all day.
Sion’s hand lands on your thigh, his palm warm and possessive through the thin fabric of your skirt. You fix him with a serious look but your boyfriend pays it no mind, a sly little smirk slowly spreading across his face. His fingers press in just enough to make your skin tingle, a subtle claim that sends a jolt straight to your core.
You feel the residual slickness between your legs, his cum still seeping out, making your thighs slippery as you cross them instinctively.
“Sion,” you murmur, your voice a half-hearted protest, glancing out the window at the familiar suburban street lined with houses just like his parents’.
Your heart races, a mix of thrill and nerved twisting in your gut—anyone could glance over from their driveway. But he doesn’t stop, of course he wouldn’t. Instead, his hand slides higher, inching under the hem of your skirt, his touch turning bolder, fingertips brushing the edge of your panties.
The fabric there is damp, clinging to your folds from the mess he’s left inside you, and you bite your lip to stifle a gasp. Sion’s breath hitches, his cock stirring in his slacks as he feels the heat radiating from your skin, the way your body betrays you by parting just a fraction under his advance.
He smirks, eyes flicking to you briefly before returning to the road, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly tone that always makes your pussy clench.
“Stop? After I spent the whole damn day imagining this? You were sitting there at the dinner table, all prim and proper, chatting with Mom about recipes, while my cum was dripping out of your greedy little hole. Fuck—I could smell it on you, baby.” His fingers trace the seam of your panties now, pressing against the wet spot, and you squirm, your clit throbbing at the friction.
Embarrassment warred with your arousal as you rememeber the visit: his mother’s warm hug, his father’s proud pat on your back, oblivious to how you’d been bred like a slut right before arriving. Shit, his mother even asked why you were waddling so much.
Sion’s hand delves deeper, cupping your mound through the lace, and he groans softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. The pressure makes more of his earlier load shift inside you, a warm trickle escaping to coat his fingers.
“Fuck, baby.” He chuckles, amused at the feeling. “Will there be a moment I won’t find you all soaked for me?” He said all smug, his own arousal spiking, cock hardening fully now as he pictures the dirtiest moments you’ve shared. “Remember that time I bent you over the kitchen counter and fucked your ass until you screamed? Or when I made you suck me off under the table at that party, your lips wrapped around my dick while everyone laughed above us? God, if only they knew. My parents would lose their minds if they found out what a filthy cockwhore their innocent and precious daughter really is—begging for my cum every single day, spreading your legs like a desperate bitch in heat. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Me telling them how you swallow my load for breakfast, how your pussy mils me dry every night.”
His words hit you like a punch of pure filth, your body responding before your mind can catch up. Your nipples harden against your blouse, adrenaline running through your veins as shame and desire coil tight in your belly.
You feel exposed, vulnerable, yet so achingly turned on. His dominance wrapping around you like a vice, making your submissive side ache to yield.
“Sion, please… not here,” you whisper, but your thighs tremble, parting slightly despite yourself, inviting him closer. The thought of his family just blocks away only heightens the pulse between your legs, your clit swelling under his teasing strokes.
Your boyfriends chuckles darkly, withdrawing his hand just long enough to unbuckle his seatbelt with one hand while steering with the other. “Take them off,” he commands, his voice brooking no argument, eyes full of hunger as he glances at you again. “Panties. Now. I wanna see how much of my cum is still leaking out of you.”
Your pulse hammers in your ears, a thrill of submission flooding you as you obey, hiking up your skirt and shimmying the soaked lace down your legs.
The cool air hits your bare pussy, making you shiver, the slick evidence of this morning fuck glistening on your inner thighs. You hand them over, fabric warm and drenched, and Sion snatches them eagerly, bringing them to his nose without hesitation.
He inshales deeply, groaning at the heady mix of your arousal and his own salty essence. “Shit, that’s my good girl,” he rumbles, the scent going straight to his cock, making it strain painfully against the zipper.
The raw possessiveness of it sends a fire through him, his balls tightening with the need to claim you again.
“Spread your legs,” he orders next, tossing the panties onto the dashboard like a trophy. You hesitate for a split second, the vulnerability hitting you hard but the commanding tone is his voice melts your resistance. You part your thighs wide, the motion pulling at the sensitive skin, and Sion’s fingers dive right in, two thick digits sliding through your folds with ease.
You’re drenched, his cum mixing with your fresh wetness to create a slippery glide as he pushed inside you. The stretch is so good, filling the ache that’s been building all day, and you moan, head falling back against the seat. His fingers curl, hooking against that spot deep within, pumping in and out with measured strokes that make obscene wet sounds echo in the confined space.
Your boyfriend’s breath comes ragged now, his focus splitting between the road and the way your pussy grips him, hot and velvety, sucking him deeper. He can feel his own cum coating his knuckles, the slick heat making his cock throb with envy—he wants to bury himself in you right here, fuck you senseless while the world blurs by.
“So fucking tight, even after I stretchd you so good,” he growls, thumb circling your clit in firm, teasing swirls that have your hips bucking.
The pleasure builds sharp and insistent, your walls fluttering around his invading fingers, every thrust sending sparks up your spine. You feel so full, so owned, so fucking good it makes your toes curl in your shoes.
The car rolls to a stop at a red light, the sudden halt jolting you both. Sion doesn’t miss a beat—his free hand grips the wheel tighter, knuckles white as he leans over the console. His face hovers inches from your spread thighs, hot breath fanning over your exposed core, and before you can protest, his mouth descends.
His tongue flattens against your pussy, lapping broadly from your entrance to your clit in one long, filthy stroke. The taste explodes on his tongue—salty-sweet tang of your juices mingled with his cum, thick and creamy as he sucks it out of you. He groans into your flesh, the vibration humming through your clit, and dives deeper, lips sealing around your folds to devour you like a starving man.
You cry out, hands flying to his hair, tugging as waves of ecstasy crash over you. His tongue spears inside, fucking into your hole with wet, insistent thrusts, scopping out more of his load while his nose grinds against your swollen nub.
Sion’s cock aches, pre-cum leaking into his boxers as he eats you out, the sounds of his slurping filling the car, his own arousal a pousing need in his veins. He feels powerful, dominant, reducing his pretty little girlfriend to a moaning mess in his control, and he doesn’t stop until the light turns green, pulling back with a final, sucking kiss to your clit that leaves you trembling on the edge.
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I just saw the bangkok bts of wish and I got super excited when sion teased us Abt the the upcoming album, like we all know its gonna be a banger and no skip but somewhere along the line, I feel really bad for them because they don't even have time to rest properly and again being pushed for promotions like I don't think wishzens would mind if they had a small hiatus because of the concert being over..and something tells me that they will push wish into the dungeon when sm débuts the new sm group, that's why they are making them work nonstop... this is just sad, we all saw this happening with wayv and it did not go great.....
Lol yurikuryo just dance bit is killing me-, riku is a sassy diva like them hips don't lie and then there's onrisaku with psycho, lol they were struggling, topped off with the boy with luv saku, this is my bts×wish crumbs.... And can we talk Abt jaeGenie, my bro's perfect and slayed without a partner😭😭
hi i was wondering if u write for riize as well because i genuinely cannot stop thinking about sion and wonbin man like a threesome with reader maybe
Hii!! Yes I do write for riize, but I don't write fics for themes like this as I feel lil uncomfortable with that, I've even mentioned it in my rules page, maybe you could request for something else? Sorry for the trouble...
"No, I-I never take advantage of a woman, I give women pleasure~" - Prince Neveen.
"Nothing turns me on like a woman's perspective..." -POV By DVSN
WARNING: THIS FANFIC INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING
non!idol au, slight slow burn maybe?, plot with smut, kissing, oral sex (f!r), nipple play, talk of dry humping, dry humping, reader orgasm, slight overstimulation, annoying/teasing Sion, slight enemies to lovers, L-bomb, non-established relationship, college!au, service dom!idol, non experienced!reader, experienced!idol, shy!reader, asfab!reader, fingering, talks of misogyny, talks of inequality, body worship, pleasure dom!idol, and cursing. If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY! DO NOT INTERACT!
7.4k wc! Plus-size friendly, written with woc in mind!
“Do you like sex?”
Sion had always been curious about you, the adorable, nerdy, woman, with her cute head always stuck in between a book, eyes flickering between the words on the pages, and his face—sneaking glances as if he wouldn’t notice. During debates, you always get particularly riled up by him. He’s noticed this. Your words have a bit more bite to them, the delivery a bit more fierce, the way you speak, the gaze your eyes hold, it’s full of a burning passion. A mix of emotions you wear perfectly as you stress your side, something between hatred, disgust, understanding, and lust.
You can’t help but yell when debating him—no one else gets you that angry, yet Sion does so with ease, maybe that’s why you were assigned to be partners for an upcoming debate. The topic was ‘Feminism and Sex.’ Specifically exploring the idea that feminists have less sex, viewing the act as disgusting and degrading, while women who aren’t feminists have more and are more likely to have more partners. The topic made you roll your eyes, but Sion…oh, Sion LOVED it. And that’s why he asked with such genuine curiosity your view on sex.
“Ha…wh…why’d you ask like that?” You rolled your eyes at his question. The tone in his voice, the look in his eyes—sparkling with mischief and something else, it annoyed you; something in you hated Sion—despised him.
Sion shrugged, feigning innocence. “Like what?” He questioned. “I have to ask, how else will we come up with our point?”
He does have the right to ask, and you’re both adults, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult. In fact, knowing that you had to talk about this with him made it much, much worse.
“So…” He leaned in a bit closer, his laptop on the table in front of the two of you, his legs crossed and eyes narrowed. “Do you?”
You felt breathless. Sion is so unfortunately attractive. His big brown eyes always watch you so closely, you can always feel him looking at you. When he’s talking to his friends, you always catch him glancing at you. Every time you have the misfortune of bumping into him, he just has to touch you. You never miss the way he pretends to like adjusting your hair that he ‘ruined’ by bumping into you, or how he always lets his shoulder brush yours. Even when you have to sit beside him during your debate class—professor's choice, not yours—his leg always brushes against yours. Thighs pressed against each other as his breathing slowed, becoming shakier by the second.
“If it makes you feel better, I won’t laugh at you.” He took your silence for discomfort; you were thankful for that, but annoyed by his statement.
“Why would you?” You frowned at him, narrowing your eyes.
“Isn’t that what people do?” He asked, “Make fun of virgins?” Your eyes went wide.
A virgin?! You? Tch! Like hell, you've had a boyfriend before. Everyone knows you dated the exchange student Riku, and although it didn’t last long, both of you took the relationship seriously. How could he possibly accuse you of being a virgin?
“Who says I’m a virgin?” Sion smirked. Gosh, you hated how good a smirk looked on him, how his soft-looking, plush, and pink lips stretched just a bit. You fucking hated it.
“So, you aren’t?” He poked, “then…” He paused and leaned back against the chair, “Would you say that sex is enjoyable to you?” You inhaled, slowly filling your lungs with cool air, allowing them to fill until you felt they couldn’t anymore. You shrugged.
If you were going to pass this class, you needed to do well, so you pushed your embarrassment aside and answered honestly. “I guess so.” Sion chuckled, humored by your response.
“You guess?” You rolled your eyes. “You don’t have sex often, do you?”
“No,” you replied, “Not everyone likes to sleep with just anyone.” In your tone was that sweet venom he loved, the pleasurable bite that he craved. How could he not push your buttons a little?
“So then, do you agree that feminists dislike sex?” You jerked your head back in offense. How could he believe something like that?
“What?” You exclaimed, “Of course not!” Sion nodded.
“Because?”
“Because being a feminist doesn’t mean that I dislike sex, it means that I want to go to a car shop to get an oil change and not get overcharged. Being a feminist means that I don’t have a man talking over me because he feels his voice is more important than mine.” You explained through gritted teeth. If only you knew how much it turned him on to see you so passionate.
“I agree.” He replied calmly, but of course, his agreeing meant nothing; he was still curious, so he asked, “Then…when was the last time you had enjoyable sex?”
Your eyes almost popped out of your head. The last time? Hell, if you knew, you and Riku didn’t have sex…all you did was kiss and dry hump, sure it was nice but…it wasn’t the same. Now that you think about it, you can’t recall a time when you were fully satisfied after sex, a time when you felt pleased.
Your silence amuses him; it’s clear he finds humor in this. “Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief as you sat in deep thought, “Haven't you had at least one experience?”
You nervously bit your lip and cleared your throat. Sion couldn’t believe it, truly, he was lost for words. Sure, you seem shy and innocent on the outside, like kissing might come as a challenge for you, but…surely there’s been a guy who saw through that, one who felt the same surge of excitement he did when he spoke to you. A man who felt his skin tingle at every touch, his heart race at just the sound of your voice, and his pants tighten at the mere thought of you. The only explanation he can think of is that you actually are a virgin, and you’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
“Y/N, you don’t have to lie to me…it’s okay to be a virgin.” You glared at him, but it was so soft, like the paw of a cat.
“I’m not!” You declared passionately, with a huff, you sank into your seat. Luckily, he decided it would be better to study in his apartment, and even better that you accepted it. “I just—“ You sighed, “It’s just been a long time, okay?” You looked away from him.
“But even then, did you enjoy it?” You thought this was going to be about other women, not yourself. You didn’t respond again; you were in deep thought.
‘Did I?’ You asked yourself, you can swear that you've had sex before, that you've laid in a bed with another person and felt their bare body and that they’ve felt yours, but…you can remember if it was enjoyable or not. You can’t recall if you enjoyed the sex because it was good, or because sex is supposed to be enjoyable.
The look on your face told Sion everything he needed to know. Clearly, the answer was no, but he wanted to know why and what caused it, and using this project as an excuse was a perfect way to do so.
“So, in your opinion, what part of sex is the least enjoyable for a feminist?” He asked, “Penetration, oral sex, or any form of foreplay?”
You answered with ease this time, “Oral sex.” Sion looked like his eyes were about to fall out.
“Like, as in giving?” You nodded, trying to remain professional. For some reason, this made him sigh in relief, as if he was happy to know that it wasn’t the other way around. “Then, do you like receiving?”
You knotted your eyebrows together, “Receiving?” Sion grinned. He tried hard to contain himself, but he could feel his heart beginning to beat a little faster, and his skin felt warmer.
“You know…like, being pleased?” He unintentionally licked his lips, his tongue slowly poking out before he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and looked at you. “Do you like that?”
His question made your stomach tingle, you felt sick at how ease it was for Sion to fluster you. But it felt even worse admitting that you've never been…pleased orally, by a man. His eyes felt like they were prying into you; it was too intimate and too intense.
“I’ve never…” You cleared your throat awkwardly and looked away. “I’ve never tried it before.”
“Seriously?!” Sion shook his head, laughing in disbelief as he leaned his head back and ran a hand through his healthy black locks of hair, giving you a full view of his annoyingly perfect throat, allowing you to scowl pitifully at the unmarked skin.
You didn’t get what was so funny, so you hadn’t tried some things before? And? You didn’t feel like you were missing out; it didn’t make you any different. Sure, at times you were curious—you watched porn, you saw videos of women being eaten out and wondered what it was like, but you've also heard that sometimes it’s not even good. You’d rather not gamble.
“What about fingering?” Your expression remained the same. This time, he groaned, rolling his eyes as he leaned his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Was it really that big of a deal?
“I don’t see why it bothers you so much…” You grumbled, “This isn’t about me anyway. So stop making a big deal out of it.”
Sion shook his head. He reached across the table and grabbed your hand. His palm was warm and soft, his fingers long and slender, his nails clean and clipped. You could have kicked yourself for admiring the veins in his hand that wrapped around his forearm and kept going underneath the sleeve of his jacket.
“It’s not that, I just…” he paused. How can he explain that he’s actually upset that you’ve never been properly taken care of? “Aren’t you curious?” He asked sincerely. You looked at him, his big brown eyes pierced yours with something between care and lust.
Of course, you’re curious, you want to know what it’s like, but you also feel like you aren’t missing anything—or, at least, you did before Sion’s reaction. The way he looked at you made you feel like you really were missing something, like his response was fair.
“I mean…a little, but why would I waste my time?” You tried to pull yourself together, he was asking this to make you change your mind…that’s what you told yourself.
“It’s not a waste of time to feel good,” He replied.
“Why would a man do something to make a woman feel good and ask for nothing in return?” You questioned, “Men notoriously view acts of service as transactional. I can’t imagine that a man would do that and not want something in return.”
Sion grinned, “You feeling pleasure is why.” Your breathing caught in your throat.
He can see how you couldn’t understand, acts like paying for dinner, giving flowers, buying gifts, even something simple like cleaning, have been viewed as a way to earn something as a man. But he’s not like other men; the reward for eating you out is you feeling good. That’s why he does it.
“Men who please women…” His finger traced the back of your hand, his eyes watching it as he spoke in a soft tone, “Ones like me, we do it because it makes us feel good.” He explained. “I don’t need anything in return, as long as you feel good…as long as you finish.” He paused and looked at you.
The expression on your face was so cute, your eyes that usually bore just a bit of disdain were full of desire, curiosity, and lust. If he could, Sion would take a picture just to savor how pretty you looked.
“As long as you like it, I have everything I want. There would be nothing more to ask for.”
Your body felt like it was on fire. You could feel a slickness building between your legs, the heat making you feel slightly lightheaded, your breathing was much slower, yet every exhale was cut a bit shorter. The image was in your head, Sion…Sion between your legs, his eyes peaking up at you as his lips—glossy with your love—kissed and sucked, as his tongue licked and cleaned all over your pussy. The mental image made you feel dizzy, imagining his lips clamped over your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of your entrance as he grinned against your wet flesh…you felt like you were losing your mind.
You pulled your hand back and stood abruptly. “I need to use the bathroom,” Sion smirked, but he didn’t stop you. He pointed down the hall and sat back.
“Thanks…” You walked with a humiliating wobble, and your knees felt weak. What was wrong with you?
You closed the door behind you and leaned against the sink. With your eyes closed, you tried to steady your breathing. You couldn’t let Sion inside your head, no matter how good it sounded. Who cares if he gets off to pleasing women? Who cares if he’s hot and smart, good at listening, and knows that less is sometimes more? You didn’t…you tried not to. Standing in the bathroom, you gave yourself a quick pep talk. No matter what, you wouldn’t let Sion distract you; you had to reel it in and focus, or you’d be failing. So after washing your hands, you exited the bathroom with newfound, false confidence and sat down across from him. His face was flushed, his eyes were a bit low…he looked good enough to eat, but you ignored it and sighed.
“EHEM.” You pulled your laptop in front of you and tried to look unmoved again, but it was shaky. “We should probably start on our introduction now; we can work on each other’s point of view afterwards.”
Sion raised his eyebrows. You were clearly trying to ease the tension; it worked very little—hardly at all.
“Our introduction? I think we should make our introduction about the idea that feminists aren’t missing out, but are just, unfortunately, let down in the bedroom.” You stiffened a little, but nodded.
“Okay…that’s not bad.” Sion watched you, his eyes scanning you as you typed, your fingers messy over your keyboard. You were so clearly nervous.
“Maybe I should write the introduction.” He started, you looked at him—a big mistake. He looked like a snake, ready to coil around you and squeeze tight, before swallowing you whole and eating you alive.
“Why?” You asked while looking back down again.
“Because,” He sighed, “You wouldn’t know what you’re missing, you've never had it before.”
You inhaled sharply, both annoyed and intrigued. “Just because I’ve never experienced those things doesn’t mean you know better than me.” Sion pouted his lips playfully in a teasing manner.
“Of course it does.”
“How? You aren’t a woman.” You clarified.
“That’s true.” He replied, “But, you’ve never experienced anything from me before…so, therefore, you wouldn’t know what you’re missing.” You scoffed at his smugness.
“I can’t imagine that coming from you; I’m missing much.” But you were clearly lying; in fact, you imagined a whole new world of pleasure from Sion, one that makes you feel humiliated but satisfied.
“Trust me, you’re missing more than that pretty little head can imagine.”
“If that’s what helps you sleep at night.”
Sion went silent for a second. It should've comforted you—his talking was stirring up emotions in you that you felt ashamed of, but instead, this made you tense. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking; his silence felt worse than his voice, the way he looked at you, just eyeing you, eyes narrowed, cheeks kissed with redness, made you subconsciously squirm. It felt like he was unraveling you, like he could see through your perfect disguise. Only Sion could see through it, only he could stir you up like this, and he knew that, he knew that you didn’t truly believe that. Not when your eyes are burning with curiosity, he saw the way your eyes flickered down to his lips, even a blind man could see you wanted him.
“You really think that?” Sion smirked. Your hands began to sweat, his tone was so soft, almost like he was hurt but…enjoying it.
Your words caught in your throat, making you stutter, “Y—Yeah, of course I do…”
Sion turned his eyebrows upward, pouting a bit as he licked his lips and pulled his bottom one inward. “Really?” His voice became breathy, so passionate, tone dripping with just barely contained lust. “Why?”
You had to look away from him, it was killing you. He’s so painfully attractive, you can’t stop the honest words from leaving your mouth if you tried, “Because I hate you.” It looked like that only turned him on more. You hate him?
He asked again, “Why?” And your brain began ticking off reasons.
He’s annoyingly charming, he’s so good at everything he touches that it feels unfair, he’s dripping in sex appeal, he’s good at talking to women, he doesn’t talk over you, he respect what you say despite intentionally pissing you off. Sion is intelligent, he’s mature, responsible, and when he walks in a room he screams leader. Everyone wants him—it’s fucking annoying.
“Because…” You drew out a long deep breath, and he finished your sentence for you.
“Because you want me?” He taunted, “because you hate how much I turn you on? Because I distract you? Because I always know what you’re thinking?”
He was completely correct, you inhaled and leaned your head back, blinking your eyes to shoo away the image of him in your head as you chewed at your bottom lip anxiously.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” You didn’t respond, it felt like you didn’t have to. He knew already, why did he want you to say it? “C’mon…” He teased, his voice almost desperate in a way. “Tell me, you want me, don’t you?”
You looked at him, your throat felt tight, your body hot to the touch and your mind plagued with the thought of him. He looked so smug, so confident and self assured, you hated how he knew what he did to you. It made you sick, but…he’s right, you want him—no, no, you need him. In the most carnal, most primal, instinctively way possible. You need Sion, and that kills you.
“Why are you like this?” You asked, growing annoyed by your almost uncontrollable desire for him.
Your tone intrigued him, he leaned closer and raised his eyebrows. “Like what?” You groaned. He’s so fucking annoying, he knows what you mean. You swear he does.
“Like—Like that!” You spat out, your growing frustrations makes him struggle not to laugh. “Always…always making fun of me, intentionally making things hard for me!” You explained.
“You’re always looking at me like that, like I’m easy. Like you want me to beg for you to touch me. I hate it, I hate you.” Sion lowered his head, your passionate admission made his body shudder. At first, you thought the slight tremor in his body was crying, you felt bad.
You didn’t mean to hurt him, you just can’t stand how badly you like him, and he makes it no better by provoking you. His breathing became heavy, his body shaking more. Your gaze softened and your stomach clenched from an emotion that felt bitter—remorse.
“Sion…I…” You reached out and placed your hand on his as it rested on the table, clenched into a tight fist. “I didn’t mean it like that…” Your throat felt tight, you really didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I don’t hate you.” You admitted, “I mean, you piss me off but—but I…” You choked on your words, your stomach was tied in knots, clearly you misunderstood him.
“I…like…you…” The words left a tingly sensation in your mouth, you never thought you’d say those words to him, you never thought that he was actually so sensitive. But here you are, your words hanging in the air as you hoped that comforted him.
“You…” Sion raised his head, you were expecting to see tears, to see those long lashes clumpy and wet, his flushed face freshly wet with tears. But instead, he was grinning like crazy. Just barely holding back a laugh. “You like me?”
Your heart fell to your stomach. “Really?” He raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, “I always knew you did.” You were lost for words, you felt like the wind had be kicked from your lungs. Of all the things he’s done, all the cruel jokes he’s made—this, this is by far the worst.
Enraged you stood up, knocking the chair back as you glared at him with your fists balled up tightly at your sides. You couldn’t even speak, you were so angry that tears began to wail in your eyes, not even words could express the anger you felt. Sion was caught off guard by this, clearly, he wasn’t expecting you to get upset.
“Y/N…” He called your name but you turned away from him coldly, storming out of his kitchen and into the living room. He tailed behind you, calling your name in desperation. “Y/N, please!” But his tone still carried that same amusement.
“Y/N, wait.” As you approached the front door he grabbed your arm and spun you around, holding both your arms tightly in his hands as he looked you in your eyes with sincerity.
“I’m sorry.” You glared at him and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Let me go!” You demanded, “I hate you!” Sion pouted and hugged you tightly, letting you slap your hands against his back as he nuzzled his face into your neck.
You wanted to kick yourself for getting butterflies. “I wasn’t laughing at you,” He started to explain, “I like you too. I was just surprised.” You froze, and he used this to his advantage.
Sion let go of you and slid his hands from your arms to your hands, looking down as he held back a grin. “I promise to be serious from now on,” he said, “So please don’t leave.”
You had a faint taste on the back of your tongue, like he was up to no good—not lying—but not being completely truthful either, likely about being serious. It made you hesitant, but you caved, how could you not?
“Fine.” He led you back to the kitchen and picked up your chair, letting you sit first before he did himself. For a moment things were quiet, you typed on your computer, he watched you, just like usual. Sion was the first to break the slightly tensed silence.
“So…you do you really think I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you then?” Your fingers paused above the keys, hovering there was his question registered in your head.
“Huh?” You looked up from the screen and almost moaned out loud at how he looked at you, so genuine, passionate, and gentle. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was guiding you in the conversation.
“You know, receiving. You said that you felt like you weren’t missing much, coming from me.” He let the words settle for a moment before continuing, “Did you mean that?”
You looked off to the side of him, thinking deeply for a second. Of course you didn’t, but you didn’t want to admit that, telling him you liked him was already enough, telling him that you imagined that his touch would feel like Heaven, would actually kill you.
“I won’t laugh.” He clarified, “I just wanna know.” You looked at him again, the tension rising slowly.
Suddenly, your conflicted emotions began to fade. Disagreeing would give you the same results, bickering, teasing, and then back to work, so you wondered…what would agreeing mean? That was enough for you to reply honestly.
“No…” You were so nervous, “I didn’t.” Hands trembling with both excitement and anxiety.
Sion’s eyes lit up, the fire in them burning a billion times brighter than before, it looked like the light bulb in his head was brighter than ever before as his grin fell.
“Then, do you wanna experience it?” You laughed in disbelief, no way he was asking what you were thinking—simply unbelievable.
“What are you trying to say?” For once he looked nervous, like his perfect facade was finally slipping. Yet, his tone remained the same as he spoke.
“Can I eat you out?” Your stomach clenched in pleasure, the sudden sensation made your breathing hitch in your throat. You couldn’t believe your ears. “You can say no. I won’t get upset, I promise.”
You shook your head, “You don’t want to?” He asked, you shook your head again, confusing him.
“It’s not that…it’s just—“ You felt breathless, “What do you get out of it?”
Sion laughed a little. “I already told you.” He tilted his head and fluttered his big brown eyes, “Giving a woman pleasure is all I want in return, especially if it’s you.”
You pressed your thighs together and squeezed tightly. “So, if I say yes…” He grinned.
“Then I promise, I’ll make you feel good.” He narrowed his eyes at you, “Don’t you want to feel good, Y/N?”
You nodded and he chuckled, “Let’s go to my room.” He stood first, walked around the table and extended his hand to you. With a shyness he found enduring, you placed your hand in his and stood up, allowing him to lead you to his bedroom.
His room was nicely cleaned, it smelt of fresh laundry, and scented candles, the light from outside blocked by black curtains and replaced with an artificial purplish, red light, CD’s and records organized neatly on his desk beside his PC, with adorable green plushies in the shape of stars on his bed. You inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent, your hand clammy in his.
“Are you sure you want this?” He turned to you and asked. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” For once, there was no humor in his tone, just genuine love. It felt warm…it felt comforting.
If there was anything you were ever sure of, it was this, no matter how nervous, or how anxious, you wanted this, specifically from Sion. Nothing could change your mind, at the end of the day your feelings for Sion aren’t nearly as simple as hating him, nor as easy as liking him—not even close, the wide arrangement of emotions are something inexplicable. So you nodded your head.
“I’m sure.” You breathed out, “I…I want it.” You looked into his eyes and your whole body lit up with excitement, “I want you.” Sion let out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding, there was nothing left for him to say—not that he could think of anything to begin with, so he pulled you close, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you on the lips.
His hands were trembling, like he was dying for this. His soft lips pressed against yours and moved slowly, kissing you passionately and gently like he was just testing the waters. Your knees buckled just a little, and you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you closed your eyes, both of you melting into the soft kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth with ease, making you unintentionally moan into his mouth, you could feel him grinning in the kiss.
His hands slipped away from your face and to the button on your pants, you didn’t think of stopping him as he unfastened your pants, slowly unzipping them before hooking his thumbs into the waist of your pants. With care he pushed them down to your knees, letting you remove them completely, leaving you in just your underwear and shirt.
“Cute…” He pulled away for a moment and kissed your eyelids, “lay on the bed for me.” You opened your eyes and nervously walked to his bed, you sat down and looked up at him as he grinned.
“You’re so pretty.” He got on his knees in front of you and pressed a light kiss to your knee, “I’ve liked you for so long.” He kissed a little lower this time. “I was so happy when you and Riku broke up…” He looked at you through his lashes and pushed your thighs apart.
“Does that make me a bad friend?” You shook your head, it wasn’t like you were thinking much about it anyway, Sion could tell. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this…” He kissed your inner thigh and you held your breath. His lips left tingles, fire blooming as he lovingly worshiped your legs.
On his knees he reached his hand up and wrapped it around the back of your neck, pulling you closer so he could kiss you again. “I’ve waited so long.” He muttered against your lips, “I just wanna make you feel good.”
Your leg twitched, subconsciously you spread your legs just a bit more, pulling him closer as he slowly stood without breaking the kiss. When he reached your eye level, he mounted you, leading you to lie on your back. Sion placed his hand on your waist, and pushed it up against your side, his long, warm fingers inching closer and closer to your breast.
This was exactly how he imagined it, you lying on his bed, hot with want, your shirt bunched up, pants discarded, with your fingers threaded in his hair as you kissed him with unadulterated desire. Sion felt like was going insane when you sighed a soft moan into his mouth, his fingers slipping under your bra as he rolled his eyes and pressed his knee between your legs. With his tongue in your mouth he groped your breast, lightly kneading your soft mound as he is tongue fought for dominance in your mouth—of course, you let him have it. The sound of heavy breathing and wet kissing filled the room.
“Gosh, you’re just so damn pretty.” He broke the kiss and began kissing your jaw, placing open mouthed kisses all over your neck and jaw. “I like you so much, Y/N.” He murmured in between kisses.
“You like me too, right?” You nodded, your eyes shut and lips parted.
The pressure of his thigh against your clothed pussy made your brain short circuit. This felt different from dry humping with Riku—much different—this felt more intense, this felt hotter, more passionate. Less like testing the waters and more like being deep in the ocean. You loved it.
“Can I take this off?” Sion looked down at you, his chest swelling with warmth as he bit his lip. He had hardly gotten started, and you already looked like you were falling apart.
You opened your eyes and your breathing stopped at the sight of him. The same Oh Sion you rolled your eyes at, snuck glances at, and fought not to curse out, was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. That same Sion was looking at you, his lips wet and pupils blown wide from the endorphins released in his brain. For the first time you genuinely understood what other women felt when they said they wanted to sit on a man’s face.
You nodded anxiously, not caring what he removed, as long as he touched you. Sion chuckled softly and bunched your shirt up, slowly pulling it until you lifted your arms and allowed him to remove it completely. He gawked at you for a moment before diving right back into kissing your body. His tongue traced over the spots he playfully bit and sucked, wetting your shoulders, neck, and collars with hungry kisses. The whole time he kept his leg completely still between your legs, pressed right against you as you grew increasingly impatient and wet.
“Sion, please.” You breathed out, he peaked his head up. His tongue was slowly licking the space between your breasts, still covered by your bra. He was doing it on purpose.
“Please?” He dipped his head and kissed the valley between your breasts, “You don’t have to beg, baby.” He kissed over to the right side and finally slid his hand under your bra again. “I’ll make you feel good, promise…”
After what felt like forever, he moved to rid you of your bra. His other hand slid under your back and he unclasped it in the blink of an eye, helping you slide it off. He placed it beside you and groaned quietly. His jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Wh—What’s wrong?” You moved your hands to cover your body again, his reaction worried you. But he moved them.
“You’re just so perfect.” He leaned down and gently groped your left side, “it’s hard to control myself.”
You gasped when he suddenly latched his mouth onto your nipple, his tongue flicking the hardened bud and swirling it around, while his fingers gently pinched and flicked the other, rolling it around between his index finger and thumb. You tried to close your legs—just to get a bit more friction, but his thigh stopped you, and finally, just like he’d been wanting, you rolled your hips against his thigh. You could feel him grin against your skin the moment your hips began to move.
“Ah…Sion…” He hummed softly, switching to the other side to give it the same tender treatment.
He closed his eyes and lightly bit your nipple, so softly it made you shiver and gasp. His teeth grazed the sensitive nub while his fingers relentlessly teased the other, and your hips moved feverishly against his thigh. The wet spot on his pants growing with every movement, the tension was so thick you could feel it weighing you down, his room grew hotter—sweat starting to form on your skin, he gladly licked it up.
“Do you like that?” He lifted his head, you looked so dazed—so pretty, Sion couldn’t help but smile.
You hummed softly, “mhm…feels good…” He pressed his thigh harder against your pussy and kissed you again.
This time it was much more sloppy, rougher, lustful, and rushed. His tongue was in your mouth right away, your teeth clumsily bump, tongues rolling around one another in pure sin. He pulled away and kissed the spot under your ear, as you moaned and your hips shuddered he smirked. Grabbing your hips he guided you to help you keep going, watching between your bodies with his lips parted and his eyebrows knotted. You could feel the depth of your stomach beginning to tighten, the tingling intensified and your clit began to feel like it was buzzing. Your whole body was trembling from pleasure. You were so close, so embarrassingly close to cumming just from humping his thigh.
“You’re so hot…” He held your face with one hand, keeping the other on your hip, “You wanna cum like this?” “Hm?” He taunted.
You shook your head, but whimpered and continued to move, you didn’t want to finish so quickly, you wanted to feel his lips and his tongue on your cunt, you wanted to feel his fingers inside of you. Fuck, you wanted him to eat you out so bad, but you just couldn’t stop.
“It’s okay…” Sion comforted and encouraged you in a hushed voice, “you can cum like this, I’ll make sure you get everything you want.” He leaned down and kissed the shell of your ear, and whispered, “cum for me.”
You didn’t know what came over you, a flash of pleasure, your body jerked, your legs stiffened, toes curled as your hands latched onto his shirt and fisted it tightly. An orgasm ripped through your body, shaking you until your body was weak and your panties were soaked. In broken moans you whined his name, your eyes screwed shut as he softly cooed in your ear in between soft kisses against your skin.
“Good girl, you did such a good job.” His words made your mind feel like mush. After giving you a moment to come down from your high, he gently kissed you on the lips and looked down at you.
With a shy, tired smile you looked up at him with hooded eyes, desire still deep within them, it was clear you still wanted more, but it became even more apparent when you slide your hand under his shirt. Sion gasped softly, caught off guard by the sudden contact.
“Did it feel good?” He asked breathlessly, you nodded.
“Mmh…want more.” You replied in a dazed tone. Sion grinned and sat on his knees again.
He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, “Don’t worry,” he guided you further onto the bed and finally moved between your legs. His head right between your thighs as he looked up at you. “I told you, I just wanna make you feel good.”
You held your shaky breath as he hooked his fingers underneath the band of your panties, in a slow, teasing motion, he pulled them down to your ankles, breathing heavily as he pulled them off completely. Sion looked between your legs as if he’d seen one of the seven wonders of the world, like he’d stumbled upon beauty itself. His mouth watered, his pants—which were already tight—grew painfully uncomfortable, his heart pounded.
Your voice dragged him out of his deep thoughts and admiring state, “Stop staring like that…” You turned your head away from him feeling a bit embarrassed despite the buzzing feeling inside of you.
“Sorry I—I can’t help it.” He shook his head and brought your panties up to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply and moaning softly into the messy fabric. “You’re just so damn perfect.” Just like your bra, he handles your panties with care, stuffing them into the pocket of his pants before kissing your ankle.
“I can’t stop thinking I’ll wake up and…” He held your thigh beside his head and kissed the soft flesh with love, “And you’ll be gone.” He closed his eyes and licked a strip up to your calf, savoring the taste of your skin on his tongue.
“I just love you so much.” The words slipped out of mouth so naturally, it felt true, like Sion really did love you, but you felt it even more when he pushed your legs back just a little and held them open with his hands, you could see it in his eyes when he looked up at you and kissed the mound of flesh just above the hood of your clit. You stiffened as he licked your outer labia, breathing caught in your lungs.
He teased you for a moment, cleaning the mess you made just moments ago with his tongue, moaning at the taste of you as if you were his favorite food. You leaned your head back and looked up at the ceiling, not one thought could form in your head before they were silenced again by the feeling of Sion’s tongue, and when he suddenly kissed your clit your head felt completely empty. He stuck his tongue out and licked a slow strip up from your entrance—watching the love dripping from you—to your clit again, he repeated this a few times, allowing you to settle into the feeling before moving on.
He opened his eyes and watched your chest rise and fall, his tongue sliding into your entrance with ease, licking at your walls with a skillful motion, he could feel them tremble, he could hear in your voice how good you felt. That alone made him swell with pride. Sion licked from your hole to your clit again, this time he circled his tongue around the sensitive bud, teasing you before softly wrapping his lips around the cluster of nerves and lightly sucking. Slowly, he released it and lapped up your juices, licking you clean like you were his last meal, like he’d been starving.
Your back arched off the bed, your legs threatened to shut around his head as your toes curled, this was a pleasure you’d never imagined before, not even your dreams could compare. You reached your hand between your legs and threaded your fingers in his hair, lightly pulling him closer. Sion smirked against your flesh and latched his mouth to your clit, his jaw clenched as his tongue worked against your clit.
“So—So good…” Your voice was breathy and weak, you could hardly keep your eyes open. “Feel—Feels so…so good…” Your body melted into his bed, one hand gripping the sheets as the other gripped his hair.
Your angelic cries of pleasure only fueled him, Sion was determined to eat you out until his jaw locked, until his tongue cramped. He pulled away for just a moment and brushed his finger against your throbbing nub, making your whole body jerk. Your eyes flew open and you looked down at him, the new sensation making you jolt.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He said, “Don’t look away.”
He collected the wetness on his middle finger and lowered it to your entrance, watching you the entire time as if he didn’t need to look at what he was doing, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. When he finger pressed against you, you bit your lip, your walls clenching around nothing at all. You struggled to keep your eyes opened, you wanted to close them, the eyes contact was too intense, you were far too aware of what was happening and the emotions you both were feeling.
His finger slowly entered you, he slid it in until it was knuckle deep and his others were pressed against your flesh. Sion let you adjust to the feeling before moving again, allowing your body to relax before he curled it upward and attached his mouth back to your clit again, never once looking away. You tried to do the same, but your head lolled back, your eyes fluttered closed and rolled, it felt so fucking good.
“Look at me.” He murmured against your flesh, “please.” You whimpered, and pried your eyes opened, forcing your head up so you could watch him.
Sion looked so pretty like this, his face flushed, hair jostled, and eyes hooded. Your eyes became glossy as you watched him, nothing but the thought of him in your mind. His hand rocked slowly back and forth, creating pressure inside of you as his tongue massaged your clit. Your body was almost aching with pleasure, vision blurry as your head threatened to fall back again. This was what Sion wanted to see, the fight between the pleasure he was giving you, and doing what he told you. Ultimately, the pleasure won, making your head fall back and your eyes close tightly as your legs shook beside his head. The moment you did, he slipped his ring finger inside, rocking a bit faster to create pressure in an area right underneath your clit.
You felt like you’d explode, the knot in your stomach tightened, your breathing was uneven and loud, the only thing you could manage to say was his name and pleas, your eyes watered and you pushed against his head, feeling like you were going to snap in half. Just like before your orgasm was quickly approaching, youve never came this fast—nor has it ever felt this intense. Your body felt like it was being ripped apart, like it was being kissed all over, it was like an electric shock that you loved.
Sion reached his other hand up, holding the hand that was pushing against his head and intertwining his fingers with yours, keeping it from pushing him away.
“Ah—Sion…I—I’m gonna…mhm—gonna cum!” You warned, you didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or keep going, the feeling was overstimulating in the best way possible.
He didn’t stop, not even for a second did Sion pull away. He kept going until finally the knot in your stomach came undone, until your body snapped and he felt your walls tighten and convulsing around his fingers. He kept going until he felt your clit soften under his tongue and your pretty moans turned into whimpers from overstimulation.
“I—I can’t—“ You squeezed your legs tightly, but his body kept them open just long enough for him to remove his fingers and clean every drop of you with his tongue. When he finished, he sucked his fingers clean and smiled at you as you lie breathless and weak on his bed, naked and beautiful.
“So,” He started, “Did I make you feel good?”
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