Summary: you didn't know how to process your emotions for Sion after staying at his house, so instead of talking about it, you ghosted him. But Sion isn't the type to take lightly to that, so he forces it out of you.
Warnings: sexual content, reader loses her virginity, public sex, standing sex, fingering, lots and lots of praising, overstimulation, nipple play (if you squint), soft dom sion
Word count: 6,5k
Song recs: any time, any place by Janet Jackson
A/N: need to have passionate sex with him
The night you stayed at Sion's house was the last time you spoke to him in a couple of days. You took a shower at his place, the mere thought of him in the confined space drove you crazy. It drove you so crazy that you had to leave his place in the middle of the night. Realizing that you might have real feelings for him made things difficult for you. Were you just horny ? Does he feel the same or are you reading everything wrong? Does he really care or was it just a hookup?
Too many questions with too many answers, and it stressed you out. The only way you knew how to deal with your stress was by running away from it and pretending it never existed. You don't want to be avoidant, but it's what you do when things get hard. However, Sion isn't that kind of guy. He likes to talk things out as soon as he possibly can instead of beating around the bush, which is why he just can't stop himself from texting you through the week.
Tuesday
Sion: let's hang out (sent at 11:13 AM)
Sion: cmon I know your not busy today talk to me (sent at 2:03 PM)
Wednesday
Sion: don't ignore me (sent at 1:40 AM)
Sion: I miss you. Come back to me (sent at 2:20 AM)
Friday
Sion: saw you on campus. You looked pretty (sent at 5:24 PM)
Sion: don't try and ghost me I know where you live (sent at 5:30 PM)
Sion: just talk to meeee I miss you (sent at 9:12 PM)
Saturday
Sion: I've never been ghosted before you're really hurting my ego here :/ (sent at 6:48 PM)
Sion: I know you've been reading these messages cmonnnn (sent at 6:52 PM)
Sion: couldn't stop thinking about the other day. Really miss you (sent at 10:53 PM)
It's Sunday now and you still haven't responded to any of his messages, but your eyes keep rereading everything he sent you. You hate getting like this, letting your own thoughts get in the way of something that could be good for you. Something in your body keeps telling you to stalk his Instagram and scroll through your gallery, staring at pictures and videos of him despite you not wanting to face your conflicted emotions. Now you notice how cute his laugh is, how bright his smile looks.
“Oh my gosh," you groan, throwing your phone down on your bed. You bury your face in your hands, embarrassment creeping into your bloodstream realizing how absolutely embarrassing it is to do what you're doing right now. You feel like a high schooler, blushing and flustered over a picture. But it isn't just because of the picture.
When you look at him you remember what it felt like to be kissed, the feeling of his lips on yours fueled by the hunger both of you felt in that moment. The way his hands toured all over your body, gripping your skin in ways you could only imagine. Your stomach turns as your brain keeps replaying the scene of him going down on you, his words hitting you like bullets all while he makes you cum over and over again.
Your thoughts instantly stop when you hear your phone ring. You pick it up, panic immediately washing over your body. It's Sion calling. Should you answer, ignore it, pretend to be asleep? But before you could decide, the device almost slips out your hand, your thumb swipes itself across the screen answering the call before you could make a decision.
“Oh? I thought you hated me,," he says, a snicker filling his statement.
You cough, not knowing how to respond to him. His voice tickles your eardrums in the most perverted way possible, your legs closing as you feel the heat rushing in. “I uh… I've been… busy," you say.
“Really? Busy doing what" he questions. You watch him through the screen as he sits back in the driver’s seat, phone positioned above his body. The angle gives a perfect view of his lap.
“With work and school and stuff." Your voice trails off towards the end, making the man squint at you.
“Are you going to bed now," he asked.
"No, not right now…why?”
"I'm picking you up.” Sion's face is unmoving, tongue darting out to wet his thick lips when your eyes widen.
“W-wait, now? I-im not ready,” you say, brows furrowed in panic.
"Relax, it's just me,” he says. Sion pauses and chuckles, nodding as if he understood something. "Or do you want to look pretty for me? Is that it?”
"I- no. You know I hate last minute plans,” you say, a pout unintentionally forming on your lips.
Sion stares at his screen, licking his lips as he watches you. You see him move his hand that was resting behind his head to his lap, hand rubbing his thigh as he bit his lip. It felt like he was inviting you to come right there, right on top of him, and he knew you wanted to jump through the screen.
"Don't avoid me anymore and just come.”
His words were so simple but the way he said them made you tingle. Voice like velvet, words going straight to your core, instantly making you feel hot. Just come. You think you're hiding your emotions pretty well, just staring into the screen and blinking, but to him you look like a deer in headlights.
"Sion I.. okay. I'll come, just get here quickly,” you say.
"I'm already outside,” he admits. Sion laughs when you look at him with your brows to the ceiling.
"Fuck, how long have you been out there,” you say, quickly grabbing your keys.
"Not too long,” he mumbles. "No need to rush, take your time. We have all night, unless you wanna see me that bad."
“Shut up, I don't want to make you wait," you say, butterflies taking over.
"Like you did this week,” he laughs.
"Ugh, I'll see you in a second.” You hang up, shutting the door as you walk out of your studio apartment. You hate how your body betrays you before your mouth does. Your knees feel weak the closer you get to the elevator, and when you get in, it feels like you could collapse. You feel like these are the jitters girls get when they hang out with their crush when they're 15. The only difference is that you're not 15, and you should've already gotten rid of these jitters.
The doors open and you step out into the lobby of your complex. You can see him sitting in his car right in front of the door. He's already seen the most intimate parts of you so why are you nervous? Why are you wishing you hadn't come down stairs, and weren't currently walking up to his car?
You knock on his window, watching him turn his head quickly, unlocking the door. Opening his car felt like you were waltzing right into the lion's den but under all the tension, you wanted to be there.
“Hey pretty," he says as you sit in the black leather seat.
"Hey,” you say awkwardly.
Sion turns down his radio, the smooth r&b pretty much setting the tone for the night. Closing the door, you pretend to not notice him watching you, fearing it would set something off you weren't ready to handle. Sion drives off from the front of your building. There was silence for a second, the small hum of Victoria Monet filling your eardrums. You can't help but sneak glances at the man next to you. He looks so good in the low light of the streetlights, concentrating on the road in front of him as he drives with one hand. His hand is gripping the steering wheel tight, the veins in his knuckles and arms popping out just for you to see.
You nearly melt when he reaches over, placing his free hand on your thigh, squeezing and rubbing the flesh like he'd done it before. You could feel your heart beating out your chest, body getting hot when he presses his fingers into your inner thigh.
“Why'd you just leave the other night,” he asks, voice soft, but a bit stern.
“I-I,uh… I was just homesick,” you respond, trying to crack a joke to ease the uncomfortable tension but he wasn't budging.
"Tell me the truth.”
You gulp, anxiety blooming in your abdomen thinking about the words to say. You should be honest and tell him you got scared of your own feelings, but something wouldn't allow you to say it. You were scared of being played, laughed at even. He's used to doing things casually, but nothing is casual for you and you didn't want to scare him off by making your situation worse.
"I understand if you regretted what happened but I just wish you would've told me,” he says, a small shrug after.
“I didn't regret it! I was just…” You look out your window, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I was just confused."
“About what? Tell me." Sion turns a corner, trees begin to surround the car and the view of street lights become rare.
"My… feelings,” you answer. Sion glances at you watching you sink into the seat while staring out the window. “I have a lot going on in my head about… us.”
"What about us," he asks, voice soft as his thumb rubs against your thigh. “Did you want to stop our… arrangement?"
“I just don't know what to think about us. I think I like you. I don't know,” you confess, groaning in your seat.
Sion's thumb freezes hearing your words. The reason was obvious, but he never thought you'd actually admit it. Your complicated feelings are going to force him to come to terms with the emotions he's been feeling for the week too. Sion doesn't know if he actually likes you romantically or not. He knows he enjoys making you orgasm, making you laugh and hanging out with you, but a romantic relationship is something that he's still trying to understand.
Sion doesn't date. It's something he avoids at all cost, but the idea of dating you doesn't scare him. You and him have already shared so many parts of your life together that this milestone might've been the breaking point for you and he has to take that into account. Being your first was never something in the plans for him, but seeing you in this new light is intriguing.
“Have you always liked me," he asked. The low hum of the music calms his nerves, palms beginning to sweat on your skin. Sion moves his hand up a bit, his large hand pushing your shorts up a bit more making you gulp.
"Maybe,” you say in a whisper. “I really liked what we did the other day."
He glances at you again, a soft chuckle escaping his lips watching you cringe at your own confession. “So do you like me or the fact that we had sex?"
“We didn't have sex! We just did other things," you say. The more you speak, the more you want to crawl into yourself and die.
Sion turns onto a small dirt road. You don't recognize the area since it's dark and surrounded by trees, but it looks like he's familiar with it. He drives with confidence despite not being able to see much, but the further he goes the more you can see past the trees. Sion ends up driving into a small lot. It's big and there are small trails on either side between the trees. An old wooden fence stands next to a steep hill, at the end of the lot. Sion parks his car, the moonlight shining through his window making him look unreal.
“Woah, this place is gorgeous," you say looking around the dimly lit area. You open the door, stepping out of the car in awe of the scenery in front of you. "How come I never knew about this place?”
"I like to come here sometimes,” he says, following you out the vehicle with his hands in his pockets.
You turn to him, eyes narrow as you stare at his face. "Do you bring girls here often?”
He laughs, shrugging his shoulders. “Would it make you jealous if I said yes?"
Ouch. That stung for reasons it shouldn't have. Of course you're not the only girl he's brought to this place. "No,” you lie. "Doesn't make me jealous at all."
"Relax, Im kidding,” he says, trying to quell your jealousy.
“Sure," you say rolling your eyes as you turn to the view in front of you.
Sion stares at you a bit longer than he should, his thoughts lingering on your horrible attempt to hide your jealousy. He knows that while you do feel comfortable with his experience in dating, it makes you insecure. You don't often express your feelings to people, even the people you deem close and trustworthy.
“I care about you, you know," he says. “I would never take advantage of you."
“I know," you say. But even when he tells you that, you feel like you can't trust his words completely.
Sion leans on the hood of his car, watching you walk towards the fence. He watches you gaze up at the sky, taking in the heavy scent of pine while leaning on the wood. It's annoying how pretty you are. Something about your aversion to affection or intimacy through the years made you pretty much untouchable to him even though he found you attractive. While you were ignoring him, Sion pondered on why exactly he never took a chance. Sion never had issues talking to girls uninterested in him before. So what was so different about you?
You look behind you for a moment, the view of him sitting and watching you, makes your stomach churn. A look in his eyes that you can't decipher. He lifts himself off the hood, walking up while you stare lost in thought.
“I'm glad you like it here," he speaks, his voice making you jump. Sion leans down on the railing, forearms resting on the wood.
"You scared the shit out of me,” you say, a small gasp leaving your mouth. "Don't sneak up on me like that.”
" What? You don't like surprises now?” Sion stands to his full height, turning his body to you. He towers over you, standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body.
“Not out here in the forest and the dark," you laugh. “Feels like we're in a horror movie."
“Well, let's turn it into a romance," he says, voice deep and low. Sion puts a hand on the other side of you, caging you between him and the fence.
You turn around to face him, his face centimeters away from yours as he looks down at you. He's looking at you with those eyes again, like he’s ready to pounce on you and take you right here out in the open.
"You're a really interesting woman,” he says, lips sliding into a smirk. "You sneak out of my house before I wake up, ignore my messages for a week, but the second I call you, you come running to me."
"I didn't run! You make it sound like I was sitting next to my phone waiting or something,” you mumble, refusing to look at him. Your eyes remain on your feet while the male in front of you couldn't stop grinning.
There's nothing you hate more than being called out. He knows that you've been trying to process your emotions, so why does he have to make it hard for you? Why does he have to take you to a secluded place, press his body against yours, and whisper in your ear? Doesn't he know you're dying inside?
"You would probably like it if I did that,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. Snickering to yourself, you just so happen to glance up at the man in front of you, his eyes staring into yours intensely.
"Maybe I would.” Sion narrows his eyes at you, studying your body language. You're keeping to yourself, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of your jacket. “Can I be honest with you?"
You nod.
“I think I may have a crush on you," he says, lip between his teeth. He tries to stop himself from smiling watching you get flustered at his honesty.
“What? On me?" For some reason, you didn't see this coming. Yes, you and him were intimate, but no one expects a man who doesn't get crushes to get one randomly.
"Yeah. You wanna be honest with me now?"
“Honest? About what?" You try to feign innocence to avoid the current topic at hand, but your mouth goes dry the second he slides his tongue against his teeth, gripping the wood making the veins in his arms pop.
"Don't be coy.”
You sigh under your breath. His intimidating and commanding nature scares you. It's hard to keep up the act so you decide to drop it, just this once. "I think I have a crush on you too," you say, almost in a whisper.
“What was that? I didn't hear you," he teases, leaning into your face.
You laugh, pushing him away playfully. "You heard me. Don't be annoying.”
Sion doesn't say anything. He just grabs your hips and pins you against the wooden beam, body pressed against yours losing all inward battles to control himself. Your laughing stops, eyes going wide when you feel his hands snake to your back.
“I know you think I don't date but… I really don't want this to be casual,” he confessed. “I wouldn't want us to drift apart. I like you being in my life."
You blink, heart beating out your chest. You feel like you're in a romance movie. His words are hitting you hard, so hard you're speechless. No one has ever told you they liked you like this. The most you ever got was a ‘come over,’ but this was different. It felt sincere.
"I like you in my life too.” you seem so small to him all of a sudden. You're not an easy woman, but he's an easy man. The second you nibbled your lip proved that.
Sion couldn't hold it in for a second longer. He tilts your face up to him, immediately diving into your mouth. You're so taken back by the sheer force of his actions not being able to catch the rhythm as fast. Sion feels that he surprised you and chuckles against your lips. The hand that rests on your back slides to your hip again, his lips moving from your mouth to your neck, kissing you soft and slow.
Sion wants to see you lose control, do something you'd never think of doing. He can feel himself stir in his pants just thinking about it. He wants to make you feel good right here, finger you and melt into his name rolling off your tongue. The feeling of your tight cunt around his cock would send him into a frenzy, hand on your chest while he pants into your mouth. He can't help it, you'd feel too good against him, so good he'd probably-
“S-sion,” you said, voice soft and quiet. "I want you to touch me..”
His mouth went dry, he could pounce on you right now. But your eyes are saying you want it nice, and slow so he'll gladly oblige. Your breath hitches when you feel his hand leave your face, trailing down your body. This feels different. It feels nothing like the first time in his bedroom. It's more intense and it makes you feel like you're going to explode if something doesn't happen soon.
Sion's hand dips into your shorts and panties. One finger slides into your folds, your arousal completely drenching the digit. Sion watches your face twist in pleasure when he starts rubbing your clit.
“Missed you so bad," he breathes. You hold onto his arms, the wooden beam fully supporting your weight the weaker your body becomes. “Missed those pretty faces you make."
You bury your face in his neck out of embarrassment, moaning softly into his body. His fingers rubbed you slow in circles, wanting to drag out the stimulation for as long as he could. Your hands tremble at the pleasure, lip between your teeth as the pleasure flows through your body.
“Did you miss me," he whispers.
You nod your head, looking up at him through your long lashes. “Missed you everyday." You couldn't believe what was happening to you. The sheer possibility of this place also being someone else's spot was nerve wracking so you tried to be as quiet as you possibly could.
Muffled sounds tickled his ears along with the hum of rustling trees and crickets chirping in the bushes. It's romantic, and Sion doesn't consider himself the romantic type. He moves back a bit just to look at you. You're so pretty, panting softly into the open air while you cling to him.
Sion leans down, kissing you soft, letting you fully mold into him. Your kisses were slow and sensual just like the first time you’d kissed him. His tongue entered your mouth the same time he pushed 2 fingers into you, making you whine into the kiss.
You squeeze around him as he moves his hand, the feeling of him turning you in so much. “I missed you so much," you mumbled on his lips. "Feels so good Sion..”
“I know baby I know," he says, a smile tugging at his lips as he rests his forehead on yours. Your whines and moans only got louder when he fingered you faster, damn near knocking the wind from your chest. This is only the second time you've been fingered in your life, so every nerve ending in your body is on fire due to the sensation.
"Does that feel good baby?” His deep voice only brings you more pleasure.
"Mhm,” you moan.
He watches you bite your lip, throwing you head back the second he pushes into you deeper, curling the digits against your walls. Sion takes in the way your jaw drops, making your pants and whimpers escalate in volume.
“F-fuck just like that," you whine, brows furrowing at the feeling. "Sion, fuck..”
"I got you pretty girl,” he mumbles, voice like velvet to your ears.
Your hips roll on his hand, wanting more friction against your clit. Breathy moans fill his ears as your hands grip onto his arms. Your fingers begin to dig into his skin that's protected by his hoodie. Sion smiles when you pull him close, kissing him with all the energy you could muster up. Your tongue slithered perfectly into his mouth, all the kisses were hot and wet full of moans and groans.
"You're gonna cum all over me hm,” Sion mumbles in your mouth. “Gonna cum on this dick if I say so, won't you?”
Your nod fast, your moans rising in pitch when he starts kissing you again. You can feel it building up, your stomach getting tight the more he pounds his fingers in you.
"S-sion, fuck..” Your whimpers land on his lips the second you cum, your body instantly tensing against his. The moment you orgasmed, the wind finally hit you, air finally entered your lungs and your ears are more acute to every sound around you. Your eyes are screwed shut, the slight sheen of sweat lingering on your forehead.
He lets you catch your breath, cock twitching watching you cum from his fingers. Sion takes his hand out your pants, your cum glistening on his fingers in the moonlight. He could sense the embarrassment creeping into you with the way you hid your face in his neck.
"I can't believe I just did that,” you say on his skin. "That was insane.”
"First time for everything,” he says, his soft chuckle making you even more embarrassed. "But right now, I wanna do worse.”
You lift your head to look at him. That's when you could feel it. Looking down between your bodies, the tent in his sweats was massive, but instead of being scared you were intrigued. You wanted all of him and wouldn't mind if he took right where you stood.
“I..I think I'm ready," you say, waiting for his reaction.
“You sure?" Sion's face doesn't change, but his eyes do. He looked at you like he was going to eat you alive. You were curious. He's told you things he probably shouldn't have as a friend about his sex life. How he can get a bit rough, go too hard, pull hair sometimes.
“Yeah”, your pretty eyes making him grab you instantly turning you around on the fence. A small gasp leaves your lips when you feel him press his hard cock on your ass, the foreign feeling arousing you once again.
“When you were ignoring me," Sion whispers, placing his hands on your hips,”I wanted you so bad.”
He pulls your bottoms down along with your panties, leaving you exposed to the wind. Sion grabbed you once more, pulling you close to him so your naked ass is against his bulge.
"I came just thinking about you,” he continues. Sion reaches into his pocket, the other hand that's on your skin reaches to your front, fingers rubbing your clit slowly. "All I wanted to do was make you mine. Show you everything I know you've fantasized about.."
You feel him tugging his sweats and boxers down, unable to keep your curiosity in check. You turn around, body tensing once you see his cock. It's big and you don't know if you can handle it. It's almost fascinating, so much so he notices how you can't stop staring. His eyes don't leave yours when he places the condoms package between his teeth ripping the plastic. Your mouth goes dry watching his hand get lower and lower, sliding the rubber onto himself. He lets the plastic fall from his mouth, licking his lips immediately.
Sion pulls your body closer to him, placing the hand that was on your clit onto your jaw, holding it gently as he kisses you deep. His tongue dances in your mouth while he guides his cock between your legs. A whine leaves your lips when you feel him rub himself between your folds.
“Gonna fuck this pretty pussy so good, you'll never want anybody but me," he says, deep voice rattling though your body. “youre mine.."
Sion positioned the tip at your entrance, pushing it in you slowly. He pauses hearing you gasp. “If it hurts just tell me," he says, kissing a spot behind your ear.
He half expected you to say it hurt, but instead you shook your head, brows furrowed along with your eyes shut. "So big,” you gasp. You gripped the wooden fence, gulping at the stretch. Your hands trembled, body on fire due to the stretch. Was it normal to feel like this? To feel like you were being split apart in the best way possible?
Sion places a hand on your wrist and the other that's gripping the fence. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent to the sound of your grunts. Sion starts to move agonizingly slow for himself. He's so turned on he could wreck you where you stand, but he can tell he just about knocked the wind out of you already.
"You're doing so well pretty,” he says in your ear, low and raspy. "Taking my dick like a good girl.” he plants wet kisses on your skin while pressing you against the wood more.
You press your hips against him more, your back snug against his chest wanting to feel more of him. You allow your head to fall back on his shoulder a bit, eyes closed taking in every inch he's giving you. Sion kisses your cheek, hips still moving inside you prompting you to turn your head a bit. You open your eyes, his gaze just as intense from before, but he looks at you like you're going to break.
"Faster,” you whine softly. You reach back, fingers planted at his nape.
Sion almost jumps out of his skin the moment you spoke. He thrusted in you faster, every movement building more and more pressure very quickly. He's sensitive, too sensitive. You're so tight and warm, moans so pretty. He has a thing for public sex, and your being so into the idea of fucking him out in the open is an insane turn on for him, so turned on he could cum at any moment. But he can't. He has to give you the best night of your life.
"Sion,” you moan. “Just like that.."
The way you whimper his name makes him spiral. Your voice is like honey dripping into his ears. "You feel so good baby,” he groans in your ear. “Wish I did this ages ago, fuck."
You turned, pulling him to you with a firm grip on his hair, kissing him deep. Sion kisses you back hot and heavy, tongue covering every inch of your mouth. The kisses are loud and messy, saliva being exchanged so rapidly. Sion's body is on fire, his thrust getting harder and deeper.
You moan into his mouth when he slams his hips into your body, the force making you yelp. And then he does it again, and again, and again. Sion continues to moan and grunt loudly into your mouth. Your jaw hung while he pounded in you, the pleasure building so good it left you speechless.
You could feel his dick so deep inside you, back arching against his pelvis with every move. It felt too good, so good you couldn't stop yourself from bouncing your ass every time he thrusted in you.
“That's right, keep going," he grunted. Sion takes one hand off the fence letting it run wild underneath your shirt. "You wanna cum?”
“Y-yeah," you moaned.
“Work for it." He pulls your breast out the cup, squeezing the flesh in his hand like a stress ball. You shiver, whimpering softly at the feeling of your hardened nipple rolling between his fingers. “Show me how bad you want it.”
“I-i wanna cum Sion," you moaned, begging him to bring you to your orgasm. “Please, please.." You let your head fall onto his shoulder once again, body jolting every time he pounds into you from behind. Tears began to gather in your eyes. It felt so good you could cry right there.
“Yeah? You wanna cum on this big cock," he growls through gritted teeth. He trails his hand from under your shirt to between your legs, fingers flicking your clit fast. He feels you pulsing around him as you let out a moan that sounded close to a sob.
The lines of private vs public are very blurry for the both of you. You're lost in each other, so lost you both forgot you're not in his house or in your room, you're in a forest on a wooden fence. The pleasure has intoxicated you completely stopping either one of you from talking too loud, moving too much, being cautious. You've never been this free in your life, and it turns Sion on so much to know that he got you to this point.
Sion moans in your ear, thrust becoming more and more erratic the closer he gets to his high. The hand that rests in yours on the fence grips it, palms sweating from the energy he's been exerting. He feels it building and building, like a bubble that needs to be popped, but he wants you to cum first. He wants you to know what he can give you any time you ask for it.
“Fuck keep squeezing me like that," he moans. Sion pounds into you uncontrollably, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the space around you both. “Tight fucking pussy.. all for me, all mine, right babygirl?"
You nod fast, moans falling from your lips. “All yours, just yours." Sion kisses you, the force of his lips making you grip his hair tight. Teeth clashing, wet sounds piercing your ears, tongue all over his mouth. "I-im about to cum,” you whimper, hand gripping the wooden fence while you push your hips against him more.
"C'mon Y/N, let go for me. Cum for me babygirl." He keeps his pace, his resolve beginning to wither the second he feels your body begin to shake. Your hand on his neck is trembling, whimpers turning into high-pitch moans every time you try and catch your breath. It's magical really, the way your body reacts to his is something he's never experienced before.
Your legs shake as you pulse around him, cumming as he bullied your sensitive clit. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth open in pleasure as the high spreads throughout your body.
"That's right," he says in your ear. Sion keeps his pace, continuing to fuck you through it. His hand leaves your clit, placing it on your hip, gripping the flesh roughly. “Now I want you to make me cum. Can you do that for me?"
You can't even think on your own, your body just does whatever he tells you to do. You bounce your hips on him hard, meeting his thrust every time. Your legs are still shaking, the overstimulation starting to get to you, but it feels so good. You can't stop moving even though it's too much.
"Y-youre doing so good baby,” Sion stutters. His brows are furrowed, unable to pull his eyes away from the scene below. His hips begin to slow, but yours don't, practically milking the orgasm out of him. Sion couldn't even feel it creeping up, but when it happened, he damn near exploded. His body trembled, groaned loud and grip on your hip tight.
There was a silence that hung in the air around you both. Nothing but wind, the soft hum of crickets, and your heavy breathing could be heard. This was the only time it registered to both of you that you were indeed in a public area where anyone could've seen you. The possibility was unlikely, but never disappeared.
Sion pulled out of you slowly, the loss of him filling you up making your body go limp. Now you know why girls go crazy over guys after they've had sex. That was probably one of the best experiences of your life despite it playing out the exact opposite of what you imagined for yourself.
Sion couldn't believe it. That was probably the best sex he's had in his current lifetime, and that scared him a bit. He knows how he can get with girls he really likes, which is another reason why he prefers not to date, but it feels like you were meant to be.
“Y/N" Sion called out softly, breaking the silence first. “Let's get back in the car, okay?"
You nod slowly. He removes his hand from yours that's in the fence, the absence of his warmth making you frown a bit. You turn around, trying to pull your bottoms up, but before you could bend over to do so, Sion takes care of you. He fixes up your clothes, tying the string to your shorts afterwards.
“Thanks," you say, awkwardness starting to fill you up once again as you fix your bra. Sion looks at you chuckling at your closed off demeanor.
"No problem,” he chuckled, amused by your sudden formality.
When he's done with you, he takes the condom off, tying the end of it. Sion pulls his pants and boxers up, still standing so close to you you could kiss him, but before you could he steps away. Sion takes your hand, leading you back to his car. He opens the door for you letting you in first before he enters.
He shuts the door with a thud, the silence from outside following you both into the car. The tension is thicker that either of you could imagine. You're sitting next to each other fully clothed like you didn't just fuck out in the open. It's giving you a whiplash.
“So," you start, your usual reserved shy personality creeping back up on you.
“So?" Sion chuckles, licking his lips while he sits back in his seat, scanning your face and body.
“That was very… passionate,” you manage to get out. You can't say good, perfect, ‘absolutely knocked your socks off’ yet, so the best you could come up with was passionate.
“Yeah," he chuckles. “I.. really enjoyed that."
You gulped, nodding as you listened to him speak. Your stomach did 100 backflips at his words. “R-really?"
He nodded, smiling at how shocked you were. “Did you like it?"
Sion scares you. He's so honest about the way he feels and the way he goes about things. He feels no hesitation when telling you what he likes and doesn't like, and he expects the same from you. His eyes stare into yours like they're searching for something, anything and you don't know what it is.
“I really liked it," you confess.
“I'm glad," he sighs. Sion reaches over, hand gripping yours tight as he stares at you, eyes practically undressing you where you sit, but he holds back. “I'm taking you on a date tomorrow."
Your brows shot up, surprised at the revelation. “Really? Already?"
“This was supposed to be a date but.." Sion bit his lip, giggling at the events that happened moments ago. " We got a bit carried away.”
Your face gets hot, looking away from him for a moment, but Sion hates that. He reaches for your face, turning your chin to face him again. The kiss he plants on your lips feels like he's done it millions of times already, and you like that feeling a lot.
He pulls away slowly, the tender kiss still lingering even when you open your eyes.
“You look tired," he mumbles, a smile cracking at his lips.
You were tired. It's 2 am at this point, and your energy is gone from the great first time sex you just experienced. “I am," you nodded. “Exhausted."
“We can go back to my place," he suggests. He half expected you to say no, so when you nodded he couldn't have been more happy. Sion took your nodding at a sign to leave this quiet spot only he knew. Starting his car, he glances at you again, only to catch you staring at him with sleepy eyes.
Sion can't believe the same girl who was too anxious to even talk to guys took him up on his offer of losing her virginity. Better yet, he actually fell for her because of it. Giving you your first time outside wasn't his plan, but it's something you can laugh about later in life. He wouldn't want it any other way. He would probably do anything for you, even if it's just a favor.
a favor literally made me weak omfg both parts are so hot and so true to sion ugh i love him and i love YOU and your writing 🥹🥹🥹 i need that man fr fr
Aww tysm. I'm writing pt 3 rn I hope youll like it when it's posted 🫶🏾🫶🏾 idk I just see him as like really genuine in a sexy way. Grown man vibes yk like he knoooows what he's doing. And trust I need him too biblical almost
I just woke up for work. What do you mean Mark isn't in nct anymore 😭😭. I read his letter and he's so sweet and sincere but I'm still heartbroken. I've been a kpop Stan for so long so I've seen groups and people come and go but this feels sooo different. I'm gonna keep supporting him and nct but damn it's just not gonna be the same anymore. Ot25 forever period
Summary: What you thought could turn back into a normal night with Sion turns out checking another first off your list.
Warning: sexual content, oral (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, friends to lovers, Sion is def a service dom, nexflix and chill literally
Word count: 3,8k
A/N: really glad yalling liked the first one. Hopefully I don't disappoint with this. There might be a third part if y'all are really fucking with it 🫶🏾🫶🏾
Knees hugged to your chest, you stare at the TV on his couch too scared to even look in his direction. Something in you is still uncomfortable, holding you back after already letting him kiss and feel you and you don't know what it is. Maybe it's because you're starting to feel embarrassed for practically begging him. Maybe it's the way he became so quiet after touching you, allowing you to spiral all within the past 3 hours in his house.
Now you're watching a movie after he made you food. It was awkward for you to sit there and eat like normal in his house after you did what you did, especially with him staring at you.
Sion sits next to you on the couch, legs spread as he props his head on his arm that rests on the arm of the couch. He stares at the screen, barely paying attention to the film. He notices how you immediately distanced yourself, but that draws him in more. He can't help that he's attracted to you, but he can control it, not for long though.
Sion turns his head looking at you for a moment. All he can think about is getting on top of you and showing you a real good time. He wants to show you and teach you things about yourself that only he can bring out of you. It was a miracle you actually took him up on his offer, because otherwise, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.
“Y/N," he says.
His voice startles you, taking you out the screen. You look over, his eyes staring into your soul. It's the same look he gave you moments prior, like he was ready to eat you, but he sat there still waiting for you to respond.
"Hm,” you answer, unconsciously gulping.
" Are you really enjoying this movie,” he questions, a smirk appearing on his face.
You could sense his energy beginning to shift, the safety you felt in one corner of his couch beginning to slip away. "Y-yeah, it's pretty alright,” you say. You're tugging at the fabric of the sweats he let you borrow for the night. To you it's just a nervous fidget, but he can't stop looking at your fingers, wondering how it would feel if you tugged his hair nice and hard, or how pretty they would look around his hard cock.
He keeps staring at you, and you're doing everything in your power to not look his way, but he's so magnetic. You turn your head slightly only to be met with the strongest eye contact you've ever received in your life. Making the mistake of trailing your eyes a bit further, you see he's half hard in his sweats. The sight makes your hairs stand up, feeling like a baby giraffe that accidentally wandered into the lion's den.
Quickly you look away from him, not seeing the man next to you begin to grin. Your eyes are glued to the LED screen in front of you and that's when the TV starts showing a scene neither one of you should be seeing. The man and woman on the scene begin kissing each other. Fingers roaming, hands grabbing, the passion flowing in the movie is starting to reach you. You watch as the male actor starts to trail his hands between the female actor's legs, lips attached to her neck. You can't help but wonder how that would feel. How would it feel if Sion had you on his counter, kissing your neck, hands in your pants fingering you like no tomorrow?
Sion notices how glued your attention is to the screen. The grip on your pants is beginning to loosen the more you watch. He can see how big your pupils get when the woman on the screen begins to moan. You watched them carefully, following the man's movements as he pulled her off the counter, falling to his knees directly after and tugging her pants down. Sion can't seem to rip his attention from how wide eyed and curious you look. He can tell you like what you see, how you wonder how good it would feel.
“You wanna try," he says, staring at you with heavy lids.
His voice startles you, making you jump. Your head whips to him, eyes wide as you start to realize he's been watching you the whole time. “W-what? No!"
“You look like you wanna try," he says softly. “Do you?"
Your hands start to fidget with your pants again, the anxiety starting to set in. You do want to try. You want to try really bad, but every excuse you made hours prior is starting to rush into your head again. It shouldn't matter because he already touched you, but his head between your legs is different than just his hands.
You didn't speak, just nodded. You expected him to get up and pull you like the man in the movie, but he stays seated still staring at you.
"What made you curious,” he asked.
Your eyes trail to his lap again, his cock fully hard under his sweats open for you to see. You gulp, looking back at him without answering his question. Sion chuckles softly at your alarmed look, finding amusement in your withdrawn disposition.
"Don't laugh at me,” you say, voice quiet.
"I'm not laughing at you. I just want to know,” he says, trying to reassure you.
"I just… it's one of those things in the books that people say is so good… I'm just curious that's all,” you say, turning your face from him. "My other friends say most guys are bad at it, so I don't know…”
"Well they haven't been with me,” he says, voice dripping with cockiness.
You turn to him, completely tuning out whatever is happening on the TV. You're doe eyed, practically begging him to come to you, and he does. Sion scoots closer to you, his black tank top riding up his waist as he moves. He's close to your face, staring at your lips, but he doesn't move, he just sits there teasing you with the proximity. He loves watching you squirm, making you unbearably uncomfortable, but something is different now. You're not looking at him like you want him back at the end of the couch. You're looking at him like you want him to kiss you in the best way possible, and who is he to deny that silent request?
Sion cups your face, other hand sneaking behind you onto your waist. He locks his lips with yours just as slow as he did the first time earlier that night. The soft kisses soon turned to open mouths, hot kisses with the man in front of you unable to control himself. He doesn't waste time with you, immediately sticking his tongue in your mouth, but you don't shy away like you did last time. Instead, the energy is reciprocated with you biting his lip softly.
You find yourself opening up to him, legs dropping as you turn your body to face him more. The hand that's on your lower back sneaks to your ass, squeezing the flesh in his hands. Your lips are still attached to his, hands on his chest grabbing at his shirt. Sion gradually ends up on top of you, knee between your legs nudging against your sensitive heat. He kisses your neck, the feeling making your brows knit.
His hands naturally pull up your shirt, groping you roughly. It was out of your comfort zone, so you jumped when he touched you. Sion almost forgot that you've never done this before, he just wants you. “I'm sorry, I got too excited.”
you nodded, attention immediately being averted as you watched him pull off his shirt. The flame in your belly grew bigger. You've seen him with his shirt off countless times, but in this lighting, the movie playing in the background, with him on top of you, was very different. His expression was full of desire and lust, it almost scared you,, but your desire for him was scarier. You don't think you'll be able to control yourself in the future if you go further with him, but you want to go further. you want to lose control.
Sion lifts himself off your body, gazing at you with faded eyes. With a lip between his lips he gets off the couch, instantly kneeling in front of you. He grabs you, turning you to face him. You gulp, not knowing how to respond to the man handling. Your heart is beating out of your chest, this visual of him on his knees in front of you sending you into a spiral. As embarrassing as it is, you've thought about this before, imagining him between your legs on a bed or maybe against a wall as he's balancing you with his big strong hands. It was never intentional, maybe just an intrusive thought you've had once or twice. But you've never thought of this before, Sion on knees for you, looking up at you with those big brown eyes, giving you a look that could kill.
“I have a confession,” he says, a deep voice breaking to silence between you both. His hands gently grab onto your legs, rubbing them up to your thighs. He gently squeezes them, pressing his thumb into your flesh a bit more.
“What,” you say in a quiet voice.
“Ive always been into you.” Sion’s hands move to the waist of the sweats. He dips his fingers into the clothes, watching as you lift your hips. He likes the boldness in your movements, the girl who was unsure minutes ago now knows what she wants, and he finds it sexy. Sion loves how shy you are, but there's nothing more sexy than watching you do something with confidence. “I’m so attracted to you, you have no idea.” he pulls the sweats off of you, your panties following in one motion.
You're frozen in place, his lack of hesitance continuing to surprise you even though you shouldn't be. He's staying at the spot between your legs, the emotion on his face making you want to crawl into a hole, but you want to crawl into him too. Sion doesn't automatically devour you like they do in the books and movies. He's slow and intentional with his approach, taking one of your legs and kissing down the limb slow. he maintains eye contact, never pulling his attention from you for anything. He loves your eyes, the way you're so unintentionally doe eyed as you watch him, making him smirk as he places your leg on his shoulder.
“You're so pretty Y/N,” he whispers between your legs, face close to your soaked pussy. Sion knows how to get a girl ticking, and one of his ways to do so is by kissing her inner thigh, sucking on the skin, like he's doing at this very moment. You can barely think straight, stomach in knots and head jumbled with incoherent thoughts. “Say it.”
“S-say what?”
“Say that you're pretty baby,” he repeats.
“I-I..” You try to speak but your mouth waters when you feel him leave a wet kiss on your opposite thigh, hands squeezing your leg soft. “I'm pretty..”
“Good girl,” he whispers into your leg.
“Sion?"
"Hm?” His tone is velvety, raspy just how you like it.
“My friends tell me not every guy does this," you say, unable to look away from him. “Do you.. do this with every girl you're with?" Your hesitance makes his heart ache. You're too cute for your own good, it turns him on so much.
"Only girls that I like,” he answers softly, clicking his tongue. Sion decides he's had enough teasing you as kisses your clit softly. Your body jolts in response due to the unfamiliar feeling. He places another kiss on the sensitive area, tongue licking your heat. Your body shivers, brows scrunching as you process the sensation between your legs. Sion's eye contact remains strong as he licks your pussy, the muscle thick and warm against you. He starts to flick his tongue on your clit, giving you the most eye rolling stimulation you've received in your life. A soft moan escapes your lips followed by the slight curl of your toes not going unnoticed by the man below you. He continues moving his tongue against you, hands gripping your legs tight. Sion wraps his lips around the bud, sucking it softly. You're whimpering and squirming in the seat just how he likes.
“You like it?” Sion swirls his tongue around the bud, the visual lighting another spark in you.
“Mhm,” you moan. “I like it so, so much."
He doesn't slow down, tongue licking you all over just to taste you. You're tugging on the fabric of his couch, nails sinking in. He watches you trying to find something to pull, to tug.
"You can touch me baby,” he says. His face is wet, glistening in the low light of the living room. "Pull my hair."
And so you did without being told twice. Sion got right back to eating you out with your fingers tangled in his locks. Your nails scratched him just right, every tug making him feel like he was doing something right. Your nails scratched his scalp in the most perfect way possible, with every lick and suck you tugged, making him harder and harder under his pants. He could feel himself pulsing, precum leaking so good his boxers were wet.
Your face is twisted in pleasure, eyes closed and head tossed back as he keeps his rhythm. That's when you feel him speed up a bit, your head falls back down, eyes looking at him with your jaw dropped.
“S-sion, I'm gonna cum," you whimper. He keeps licking you, nose bumping your sensitive clit with every movement of his pretty head.
“Not yet baby," he says, removing himself from your cunt. “Want you to cum on my fingers."
Sion pulls a hand off your body, two fingers instantly ending up between your legs. You look at his calloused hands instantly feeling yourself get even more turned on by him. Sion sticks his tongue out, letting the spit drip on your entrance, making the messy scene a bit more messy. He takes his fingers gently rubbing the area.
"Can you take two,” he asked, voice raspy.
"I-i don't know," you say. Your mind is jumbled, pleasure still running through your veins as he tries to speak to you in a way that makes sense, but nothing is making sense, not when he's about to make you cum hard. “Just touch me, please."
Sion sticks those two same fingers in his mouth, coating them in his saliva before putting them back between your legs. He can feel your foot arch and toes curl as he presses those fingers against your pussy, pushing them in slowly allowing you to stretch around the two digits. Your body tenses, eyes screwing shut when you feel the unfamiliar pressure. It doesn't hurt, but it does feel a bit uncomfortable.
"You're so cute,” he mumbles. "Wanna see you on my dick just like this. You want that?" Sion pumps his fingers in your agonizing slow, pulling moans and whimpers out your body.
“Yes, yes. Fuck," you whine.
Your face was twisted in pleasure, lip between your teeth, pupils blown wide. Your body was on fire, the sheer feeling of his fingers being almost too much for you, but Sion won't let the fun end too fast. He attaches his mouth to your clit, tongue flicking it so fast you couldn't keep your moans down. He's enjoying watching you get off so much, he needs to feel something. Sion starts to grind on the couch, the friction clouding his head even more.
The filthy sounds falling out your mouth, the sucking and slurping sounds coming from below you, you like it all too much. You like the way he looks up at you when you tug his hair a bit too hard, the way he talks to you, makes sure you're liking what he's doing. His free hand reaches up to your thigh, traveling to your ass just to squeeze.
“Fuck, keep moving. Just like that princess," he groans, watching you grind on his fingers. You didn't even know you were moving, all you knew was that you were close and wanted to cum soon.
"Sion, I'm gonna cum,” you whimper, throwing your head back on the couch.
“Yeah? You're gonna cum on my fingers?" He pounds his fingers in you faster, still grinding on the couch. His boxers are all sticky from the amount of precum dripping into them. “I know you can do it. Keep going, baby. Cum in my mouth."
You feel your body starting to tense the second Sion wraps his plump lips on your clit, sucking it so hard you eyes roll back. That's when you feel your legs begin to tremble, toes curling almost instantly. You feel yourself release around his fingers, walls fluttering around the thick long digits. You try to catch your breath when he slows down, but his lips don't leave your body.
“S-sion I can't take it," your moan, hand still gripping his hair. He stares at you with no intention of coming back up. His tongue keeps moving, face wet covered in your arousal. You nearly cry when you feel him begin to pump his fingers in you once again, the overstimulation making your heartbeat soar.
"I can't help myself,” he mumbles, words muffled against your skin. "So pretty baby. Taste so good...” His tongue laps up any bit of cum that's still left, his groans traveling through your body like an electric shock. He finds himself burying his face between your legs, drinking up everything you have to give him in an instant. His nose keeps nudging your poor sensitive clit, the constant stimulation making you tremble and cry out his name over and over.
"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming Sion,” you whimper. "Oh my God, fuck..”
Sion finger fucked you through your third orgasm of the day, your loud moans sounding like music to his ears. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, finally pulling away from your soaked pussy giving the spot between your legs a soft kiss. Sitting up, he can finally see you properly. You're beautiful like this. Sweaty, messy, eyes dropping, completely dazed. He could never imagine you looking so fucked out, but here you are, the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
While he's admiring you, you can hardly form a coherent thought. Your body is trying to recover from the most intense sexual encounter you've had in your life but you don't think it will. You can hardly move, the keg that's still on his shoulder refused to move by itself. You can barely feel your hands, not even knowing that he pulls your fingers from your hair.
“You did so good pretty," he whispers, kissing your leg softly. Sion pulls your leg off his shoulder gently, crawling back into the couch with you.
This is when you're reminded of the predicament you got yourself into. You can feel the cold air hitting your insides, jolting you right back to reality. Slowly you begin to close your legs, eyes darting around the room looking for your missing pants. That's when you catch wind of the TV. Are you still there?
“Holy fuck," you mumble, letting your head fall back, facing the ceiling. “That was.."
“Fun? Good?"
You look over to Sion who's practically beaming at you. His eyes are sparkly, a sense of euphoria has washed over him in a way you can't explain.
"How was I,” he asked, leaning into you more. His face is still moist from eating you out, the visual turning you on again.
"You were…” you pause, starting to feel slightly embarrassed for being the one to praise him. "It was good."
He chuckles softly, kissing you deep enough to taste yourself on your tongue. “You did so good," he says on your lips. Sion snakes a hand on your naked waist, pulling your body to him. He smirks when you kiss him, hands pressed against his naked chest.
Everything felt comfortable and normal between you both, but definitely not platonic anymore. The compliments, praises, even the way he gave himself to you was romantic, or maybe it was because you're mistaking physical intimacy with love. Regardless, you can tell things aren't going to go back to normal like you hoped.
"You sound unsure,” he laughs. "I hope I was good. I am the first person to give you head after all.” He wraps his other arm around you, hands sliding down your back to your bare ass.
That's when you zoned back in, realizing how naked you were in his presence once again. You would think after basically being bare in front of him, you wouldn't feel the need to cover up, but it's still there. You shuffle a bit in his arms feeling the need to quickly hide or cover up.
“I forgot I'm practically naked," you say, peeling his arms off you to get up and put your clothes on, but he stops you. Sion hugs you so tight, you start to feel the hard on resting in his shorts.
" Let's take a shower together,” he says in your ear. The visual of him wet and soapy popped in your mind. His hair wet, lips dripping as he watches you on your knees thanking him with his dick in your mouth. Your body heats up from your vivid imagination, avoiding eye contact with him as you let the thoughts run wild. Sion can tell you've drifted elsewhere, his laugh bringing you back to the moment.
“Were you actually thinking about it," he chuckles. “I'm joking baby. You won't be able to handle it."
" Shut up,” you grumble. You push him off of you playfully, taking his arms from around you. Standing up, you feel the air hit between your legs making you shutter. Your eyes glance at the space between your clothes and his, heat rising to your face coming to terms with what happened moments ago.
He watches you pick your clothes up and run to his bathroom without another word. "Don't take too long, I'll miss you,” he called out.
You couldn't help but unintentionally gasp at his words once you closed his bathroom door. Once you look into the mirror nothing could've prepared you for your appearance. Your hair was a mess, eyes red, completely drained. This is the worst you've looked, yet Sion had always seen your worst. He's even seen parts of you that you're too weary showing people you've been romantically involved with, and that's what's scary about all this.
You can't like him. You can't want something with him just because you were intimate. He doesn't like people. He doesn't date people. Sion is just a guy who happened to do you a favor, so why do you want him?
And why do you want him now of all times? Would it be smart to tell him how you feel? Probably not, but you made it this far so what do you have to lose?
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.
A Woman's Perspective...pt.2 oh!sion x asfab reader
"Things that I do for you, hopin’ you’ll do to me, the same things I do to you. That's equality...’ - POV By DVSN
WARNING: THIS FANFIC INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING
slow burn, non!idol au, a little nipple play, college!au, oral sex(m!r), kissing, masturbation(f), plot with smut, non-established relationship, L-bomb, shy!reader, service dom!idol, panty stealing, body worship, annoying/teasing sion, cursing, no reader orgasm, praise, experienced idol, non-experienced reader, and more. If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away. IF YOU ARE A MINOR GO AWAY! DO NOT INTERACT!
6.4k wc! Plus-size friendly, written with woc in mind! sorry in advance for any mistakes!
“What's your problem with me?”
Your heart dropped to your feet. After the debate, you avoided Sion, making it impossible for him to even get a word in before you turned and walked away. During class you would sit as far away from him as possible—though you’d still look his way, you didn’t even argue back when he’d make points that were very clearly wrong just to rile you up. He noticed it right away, you pulling back from him—avoiding him. Your words were much softer, voice a bit quieter, you were very clearly bothered by him, but not in the way you used to be.
The only logical explanation was that you didn’t enjoy yourself—not as much as you told him anyway, you obviously hated it, or maybe felt pressured. All Sion wanted was an explanation, if you hated it then he would understand, but he couldn’t go on like this. He missed being around you, he missed how you would yell, the way your eyes would be lit up with fire every time he spoke, how you clung to his every word simply to combat them. So when he saw you scrambling to leave, quickly gathering your things, he grabbed his bag and rushed out the door, all so he could corner you and finally understand what was wrong.
“Problem?” You tried to keep your chin up, scoffing in his face as you rolled your eyes. “Why would I have a problem with you?” You couldnt even look him in the eyes, not even at his face, your horrible attempt to seem unbothered was pitiful.
Sion narrowed his eyes at you, conflicted with emotions. “Then why are you avoiding me?” He asked, “you haven’t talked of me since the debate.”
You tensed at his tone, it was so direct and his words were the complete truth. He has every right to assume you suddenly hate him, you didn’t even try to hide it.
“Did I do something?” He leaned a bit closer, his head tilted as he searched your face for something—anything to understand. Just anything to help him grasp what happened. “Do you hate me?”
Your heart was pounding. You felt tongue tied, your emotions and thoughts scrambled and complicated. Do you hate him? Tch! How could you? Why would you? That day two weeks ago was one of the best things to ever happened to you, Sion brought you to a point of pleasure you thought impossible—unrealistic even. You couldn’t truly hate him if you tried, but…but you couldn’t bring yourself to see him again. You felt humiliated, like you’d been declawed, and even worse, like that complicated feeling between distain and admiration was something much—much worse.
“Please…” His voice was soft, his tone gentle and genuine. Your eyes flickered to him despite your best efforts, and your heart clenched. “Just tell me, what did I do wrong?”
Your silence made his hands sweat, his heart racing with anxious anticipation for your response. You wanted to explain, but you didn’t know what to say.
“I…” You inhaled deeply, your heart stuttering for a split second, “I don’t.” You replied.
Obviously your reply confused him. “You don’t?” He questioned, “Y/N, please, you gotta use more words than that.” The inflection in his tone made your stomach churn.
God! you hated how weak he made you. “I—I don’t hate you.” You lowered your gaze
“Then why won’t you talk to me?” He asked in a rushed tone.
“Because…” Sion answered for you.
“Because you didn’t enjoy yourself?” You almost snapped your neck to look at him.
“What?!” You exclaimed, “Of course I did!” You replied. Luckily, there was no one else around in the empty hallway.
“Then what is it?” He pressed, “Do you feel like I pressured you?” You jerked your head back in offense.
“What are you talking about?”
You couldn’t believe he would even suggest that, the question itself felt loaded, like he was implying that he tricked you—coerced you, into something. You didn’t say yes because he played some dirty game, or because he talked you into it. You said yes because you wanted to, you said yes because you were curious. Even if he wanted it more than you, and even if he had motives for being so happy about being your partner, you still said yes. It was your choice just as much as it was his.
“Then what?” He stepped closer to you, the space between you dwindling. “What is it that’s making you avoid me?”
You looked at him again, this time you looked into his eyes. They were so full of longing and curiosity, you could see that this was eating away at him, just screaming at you for being cruel. You felt that same feeling again, the same bitter feeling of remorse you had when you thought you made him cry—only this time, much stronger.
“Sion…” You sighed his name, breaking eye contact as you tried to think of a better excuse. “I don’t hate you, and you didn’t pressure me into doing anything, okay?” His expression softened but the ache he felt was etched into his face.
“So why are you avoiding me?” His throat tightened, his face flushed.
“Because…” And you stopped again. Your silence made him roll his eyes, was it really that hard? “Because I—I don’t know.” His face fell.
All this time he thought he did something, he made excuses for you—logical and illogical ones, mentally forgiving you for each and every one, beating himself up for others and trying to come up with a proper apology…just for you not to know why you’re ignoring him? Sion inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, obviously he needed to give you time to process your emotions, he can see that now.
“I get it.” As he dejected you panicked. He never gives up that easily. “You don’t have to explain yourself, I won’t pressure you into giving me an answer.”
You opened your mouth to speak as you looked at him, but your words caught in your throat. “When you’re ready to talk, I’ll listen.”
His patience made you kick yourself. How could he be so mature about this? He has every right to be upset, to yell at you and say he hates you, but instead, he’s just gonna give up and walk away? For some reason—one that doesn’t register in your head, you stopped him.
“Sion,” You looked at him through your lashes, and your heart raced. “I…like you…” You admitted.
He knew this, you told him before, but it still made his breathing catch in his throat. “I like you a lot.” You paused and dropped your gaze as a lump formed in your throat, “I just…feel…embarrassed.” You finally got the truth out, and at this new revelation Sion grinned.
The frustration and heartbreak he felt subsided as he connected the dots. How didn’t he notice it? The way you would lower your head around him, biting your lip, how you would stumble on your words—something you hardly ever did when having to speak during class. How didn’t he see it?
“Embarrassed?” And there it was, the humor in his tone that made you want to crawl in a hole and die. “Why would you be embarrassed?” He questioned. You began to mentally tick off reasons.
You actually admitted to liking him, let him change your mind entirely about something you were sure of, and worst of all; you came from grinding against his thigh. You weren’t just embarrassed—you were humiliated. You truly did feel declawed.
“Because of you!” The bite in your tone returned, but it was much softer than before. Sion smirked.
“Me?” You rolled your eyes, going from concerned to annoyed in a matter of milliseconds. “How did I embarrass you?” He asked with a slight chuckle. You looked at him and narrowed your eyes.
“If anything, you shouldve felt empowered.” His claim made your eyes widen.
“Empowered?!” Theres a lot of things you felt after Sion ate you out. Embarrassed, humiliated, confused, happy, electrified, reborn—but empowered? “Why the hell would that make me feel empowered?”
Sion licked his lips, the answer to him was so simple, it only made sense. “Because,” he started. “A man got on his knees for you, didn’t it feel good?” He teased. “Having a man get on his knees, please you, and ask for nothing in return?”
You sharply inhaled, you didn’t think about it like that. In your eyes, you were the one toyed with, but in Sion’s—in Sion’s eyes, he was your toy, just something for you to get off on, something for you to use. That revelation made all the disorganized thoughts in your head jump in line. He’s right, you were in charge. Sion snickered and shook his head, as if he couldn’t stop himself from laughing he doubled over, bursting out into laughter.
“Oh—Oh my god!” He cackled loudly and you watched in confusion, scared to ask what he thought was funny. “You—Your face!” He shook his head, throwing his head back.
“What’s so funny?” You asked growing anxious.
“You!” He declared, his fit of laughter died down and he locked eyes with you, intense and amused. “Does it make you feel better if you image me as a toy?”
You choked on a breath, your eyes buck wide. “H—Huh?!” Admittedly, it did make you feel better, and you thought that was what he meant.
“It does,” he stated, “doesn’t it?” His words came out in a slow and deliberate manner, like he wanted you to second guess what he’d just said.
You were in charge, right? Hell if you knew, Sion made it hard to know up from down. This was why you always fought with him, yelling and jabbing your finger at him as you tried to beat into his mind—and reaffirm in your own, that you were right.
“Don’t worry,” He reached his hand up and gently caressed your face. Your entire body stiffened, heat rising underneath his palm and spreading down your neck. “I’ll be your toy, if that’s what you want.”
Your lips parted and the anger you felt weakened. His finger grazed your bottom lip and your knees buckled, heat beginning to pool in your lower abdomen as your breathing hallows. “But, Y/N…” His words stirred up your mind, your eyes flickered down to his lips as he spoke. You hummed softly, disarmed by his touch.
“Don’t ignore me anymore, okay?” You nodded as if your head were empty, your knees growing weak as he grinned. “Good girl.” He moved his hand from your face and petted the top of your head, lightly pushing you back, making you stumble a bit as you slowly collected yourself.
“I still have your panties.” Sion said, not an ounce of shame in his voice. You blinked, finally coming back down from the sudden and intense heightened state from before. You shushed him and looked around to see if anyone had heard him.
That’s right, you did go back home without any panties on, you figured you must’ve left them by mistake—reasonably you weren’t at all concerned about anything other than Sion at the time, so the thought of them hadn’t crossed your mind. But at the mention of them, you recall the pair being your favorite and you certainly don’t want him to keep them.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You asked in a hushed voice. Sion cocked his brow at you, and you sighed in understanding. He must’ve tried to but you did good at avoiding him.
“Do you want them back?” His question made your heart race, like it meant something more—like you were walking in a trap, yet, you said yes and followed him back to his apartment.
“Here they are.” He held them in his hand with a smirk on his face.
You eyed the cotton material, they were clean, like they were freshly washed, and soft like they were given some sort of special treatment. You took them from his hand and the smell made you frown, you couldn’t help but bring them up to your nose—they smelt just like him. Like fresh laundry.
“Why’d you wash them?” Sion’s face flushed, he licked his lips and looked away from you.
“Uh,” he held back a laugh. “Just because.” Your eyebrows knotted together and you put them in your back pocket.
“Anyways…” You looked around his bedroom. It was the same as you remembered it, his bed looked just as comfortable as before, his entire room smelt amazing, and his desk was still neat. “I’m gonna go, thanks for washing them…I guess.”
You turned to leave, wanting to get out of his apartment before the memories of that day began to flood in, but he stopped you.
“Wait.” You turned on your heels. “I was actually hoping you would stay for a while.” His big brown eyes held you captive. Deep down you were dying to stay, just to spend a little bit of time with him and melt in his almost offensively pleasurable touch. But, as infatuated with him as you felt, you couldn’t shake the anger he made you feel.
“I’m sorry.” You gave him a tense smile, “but, uhm, you know I have to study and I really need to get home before it’s too late.”
“I can help you study.” Your breath hitched as he stepped closer to you. Sion looked annoyingly attractive, his silky black hair parted down the middle, his pillow soft lips slightly wet with his own saliva. He looked painfully perfect. You looked down at his lips and licked your own.
You really—really, needed to leave. “N—No! No, it’s okay. I haven’t ate either, and I need to shower—“ He cut you off.
“You can shower here, and I’ll get you dinner.” He took another step closer, with every inch of space swallowed by his body it became increasingly difficult to breathe, to think.
You shook your head, “I can’t…really.” You tried to find the part of you that hated him for being everything you wanted, everything you needed, but she was screaming at you to kiss him. That part of you wanted him to undress you and touch you in ways that would make a nun blush.
“You really don’t want to?” Sion asked, though his tone was playful, he was serious. If you didn’t want to stay, he wouldn’t try to convince you.
“I…” You couldn’t bring yourself to lie, no matter how bad you tried, you couldn’t get the stupid words to come out. “I’ll stay.” Sion’s lips twitched, he bit back a smile and raised his eyebrows in a caring gesture.
“If you really don’t want to, you don’t have to.” He clarified, “It’s okay to tell me no, you know that, right?” You nodded, breathless as your thoughts began to wander. “So, do you want to stay?” You nodded.
“I want to.” With those three words Sion nodded, grinning ear to ear as he looked at you.
“Okay then, I’ll help you study.”
And he did, for an hour he sat with you going over the notes for your biochemistry class. He read them back to you and questioned you about the things you had written, and although you knew the answers to the questions he asked, you couldn’t get any of them correct. Your mind was filled with thoughts of him, you couldn’t focus if you were paid to, all you could think of was Sion, Sion, and Sion.
Your eyes were trained on his hands, watching his fingers as he toyed with the edges of the pages. You fought hard not to, but your mind kept replying how they looked coated in your juices, how he sucked them clean, how they felt in side of you. You clenched your thighs together, your body growing hot as a slickness builds between your legs. God, you wanted him so fucking bad. So badly that you didn’t even hear him call your name.
“Y/N!” He snapped his fingers in your face and you flinched back, letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“Y—Yeah?” Sion sighed and shook his head, pretending to be upset that you weren’t paying attention—he did a horrible job at hiding his smile.
“Did you hear what I said?” You looked away from him, trying to recall anything he said in the past few seconds. All your thoughts were overrode by the image of him between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as his tongue swirled around your clit. He took your silence for a no. “I said, we should take a break. I’ll order some food and you can shower, it’ll be here by the time you get out.”
You laughed awkwardly, trying to pretend that you heard him the first time. “Oh! I was uhm, I was just thinking about what to eat.” You cleared your throat and scratched the back of your neck. “You can get anything…whatever is fine.”
Sion didn’t press you into answering, instead he nodded his head and pulled out his phone. “You can get a towel from my room, there should be one in my closet, I just washed it.” You nodded and quietly thanked him before getting up from the kitchen table and stumbling a bit—you prayed he didn’t catch that. You inhaled deeply and walked carefully to his bedroom.
For some reason you felt aroused, being in his room felt intimate, it was driving you insane. You desperately needed to touch yourself, but a cold shower would have to be enough. You opened his closet and folded neatly on a shelf was a soft grey towel, beside it were a stack of black tank tops. You bit your lip, you hated when he wore those, they always looked so good on him. Your fingers grazed the soft material and you let out a shaky breath. You felt like such a pervert, but even touching his shirt turned you on.
“I need to calm down…” you ripped your hand away from his shirt and snatched the towel, rushing off to his bathroom so you could shower.
His bathroom was nicely cleaned, stocked with all of his personal hygiene products and supplies, you slide the glass door opened and turned on the warm water. Letting it run for a moment before undressing. Even that turned you on, you felt feral, undressing in his bathroom, in the same space that he undresses in did something to you. There was no way you’d be able to shower without touching yourself.
You stepped into the water and sighed softly, allowing the water to cascade down your body, the heat engulfing you as the room grew foggy. With your eyes closed you slide your hand down your body, between your breasts and between your thighs, moaning softly—thoughtlessly, as your fingers grazed against your clit, not considering for a moment that Sion might hear.
It didn’t cross your mind for a moment that he could possibly hear you as you pleased yourself in his shower—you couldn’t think logically with your mind so clouded with lust, your thoughts were hazy, the image of him lingering. His hands, his lips, the look on his face when he feels prideful, you focused on the combination of those things. Imagining him behind you, his strong body pressed against yours as he kissed your neck. Your breathing grew heavier—louder.
You could hear him in your head, praising you. “You’re so pretty.” “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” You moaned loudly, leaning against the wall to steady yourself. Your lips trembled as his name left your lips, you could hear it now, him encouraging you to be louder, to say his name, and best of all, to cum for him. And you did, you gasped, your eyes screwed shut as you threw your head back and called out his name, finishing in record timing.
After coming down you began to wash yourself, smiling at the scent of his soap as you lathered your body in it. “No wonder he always smells so good.” You muttered to yourself. You took your time before turning the water off, and wrapped your body in the towel tightly. Feeling much happier, and relaxed, you exited the bathroom with a smile, but it slowly dropped when you realized that you didn’t have a second pair of clothes to wear.
“Fuck…” You hesitated but walked into the kitchen, “Sion?” He looked up and his air got caught in his throat.
You had to be testing him, his eyes racked over your entire body, drinking in the sight of your skin—still wet, and your body covered with his favorite towel. He could’ve fainted right there.
“Uhm, yeah?” He ripped his eyes away from your legs, forcing himself to look only at your eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any clothes to wear.” Sion almost cursed, he didn’t think of that.
“Uh…I could wash the clothes you just took off.” He suggested, fighting between being a pervert and being respectful. “Bring them here, I’ll put them in the washer.” You put your hand on your hip, narrowing your eyes as you fought not to blame him or accuse him of planning this.
“What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”
“Sit on my face?” Sion wanted to say, but instead, he stood up and inhaled deeply, thinking hard for a solution that would make you feel comfortable. “Well, itll only take a little while for your clothes to dry.” He answered.
“Just wait and I’ll get your clothes.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes as he walked past you to retrieve your clothes from the bathroom.
“Great, now I’m stuck like this…” You huffed and held your towel together as you sat down on his couch, it felt weird to be naked in his apartment, equally as intimate but strange.
“Here.” Sion came back with the pair of underwear he returned, holding them out to you, “You can put these on for now.”
“Thanks…” You took them and stood up.
With a grin he licked his lips and asked, “so how was your shower?” In a knowing tone. Immediately you froze and looked at him. “Was it good?”
You tensed and laughed awkwardly, “it was just a shower…” “nothing special.” You muttered.
Sion pouted his lips and raised his brow, “really?” He asked in a teasing tone, “It sounded special to me.” You looked at him like a deer in headlights. No…no way he heard you. “It sounded like you really—really…enjoyed that shower.”
You wanted to curl up in a ball and die. You hadn’t even realized that he heard you, you assumed that the water would be louder than you were, or that he was just too busy to hear you.
“You must’ve really needed that, huh?” He smirked, amused by your petrified expression. Sion took advantage of your stunned state and closed the space between your bodies, “You know,” he started. “If you wanted me that bad, you could always ask.”
You looked up at him, speechless and embarrassed, yet strangely turned on. “You know I love to please.” Your knees buckled and he quickly caught you, placing his hands on your sides with a smirk on his face.
“Gosh…I fucking hate you…” You replied weakly. Sion cooed softly.
“You do?” He asked in a mocking tone, you could feel yourself growing increasingly aroused all over again.
“Yeah.” Your tone was harsh and dripping in lust.
“Yeah?” He mocked. “How much, hm?” He leaned in close, his lips brushed against yours and your heart skipped a beat.
“So—So much…”
“Well, I love you.” You placed your hands on his chest, your eyes closed and your lips parted. “So fucking much.” Finally, he kisssd you.
Your bodies melt into the kiss, his tongue slips into your mouth and you moan softly, he swallows it, his hands gripping your sides as he pulls you closer. Your tongues roll around together, this time there is no fight for dominance, Sion over powers you with ease. You grip his shirt and he moves one hand to your lower back, sliding it down to your ass. He pulls away and begins attacking your neck, littering your freshly washed skin with hungry kisses as he groped your ass.
“S—Sion…” Your voice is shaky, you wrapped your arms around him and put one hand in his hair, gripping the locks tightly as you leaned your head back.
“I love it when you say my name.” Sion’s voice was trembling, desire taking over as he licked a strip up your neck, kissing over the spot again, sucking softly as he went lower, kissing your shoulders and collars. His hand slid down from your butt, hooking behind your knee to bring your leg to his hip. Your soft gasp made him feel dizzy with lust.
It felt like he was going to eat you alive, like he would devour you. “Please,” he slowed his kisses, leaving his lips on your shoulder, “Tell me to stop.”
Sion didn’t want you to misunderstand, he really didn’t plan this, he only wanted to spend more time with you—genuinely, he just wanted you to stay for a little longer. Sex wasn’t on his mind, he was only hoping that he’d be able to weasel his way into your heart and make you love him as he did you. So he needed you to tell him to stop, to slap him and push him away. If you didn’t—if you didn’t he’d let the greed he has consume him and swallow you whole.
You shook your head, “Don’t stop.” Your breathing hallowed, “please don’t stop.” Sion paused for a moment and detached himself from you, he looked into your eyes. Searching for even the smallest amount of uncertainty, but there was none.
“Please, Sion…” You batted your eyes at him, “keep going.” It felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs. If you wanted him to keep going, he would. Sion kissed you again, this time messier than before, passionate as he slipped his tongue in your mouth.
He pulled away, making you follow his lips in an attempt to continue to heated kiss, “let’s go to my room…” He led you to his room and sat on his bed. “Come here…”
Your stomach clenched as you stood in front of him, he placed his hand on your waist and looked up at you. “Sit down.” You followed his command, sitting on his lap. Your legs were held open by his waist, your thighs on either side of him, the cool air grazing your wet core.
“Can I take this off?” You nodded and let him discarded of the towel, the only thing between your bodies now were his own clothes. “Fuck…” He kissed your shoulder and smiled against your skin, “You’re even prettier than I remembered.”
His hand cupped your breast and he dipped his head down, catching your nipple between his lips. Sion’s tongue swirls around the hardened bud, he sucks lightly on it, going much slower than last time. You sighed a soft moan, watching him with half lidded eyes. He looked up at you through his thick lashes and hummed softly against your skin.
“Wanna sit on my face?” You moaned at the thought, but shook your head.
“I wanna try something.” You pushed Sion back and he grinned, inhaling deeply as he looked up at you.
“You don’t have to do anything for me,” He clarified, “You know that, right?” You shushed him and pecked him softly on the lips.
Ever since the last time youve had this thought in the back of your mind—a thought you were ashamed of but excited by, for two weeks now all you could think of was pleasing Sion the same way he pleased you.
“Shhh.” Sion’s breathing became heavy, “Just let me.” His body surrendered to you, melting as you kisssd his neck, your lips pressing against his Adam’s Apple. His body shuddered and his hips unintentionally bucking underneath you.
“Can I?” You whispered in his ear, Sion’s brain was empty as badly as he wanted to say no he couldn’t deny you, if you wanted to—if you truly wanted to, then he would let you.
He nodded, too weak to think clearly. You grinned and placed a soft kiss on his lips, your hands slid down his chest, slipping underneath the hem of his shirt. Your fingers brushed against his lower abdomen, grazing his abs tenderly, your hips are planted on top of him. God, he was melting.
What happened to the girl who couldn’t even hold eye contact with him? The bulge in his pants twitched, he was aching to get out of his pants—anxious to touch you, but it was obvious you wanted control, so he moved at your pace. Sion let you lead, allowing your hands to roam his upper body in a painfully slow pace. You broke the kiss, pushing his shirt up, trying to get it off without his help. Sion grinned, looking up at you with his eyes half lidded and his lips wet.
“Let me help you.” He leaned up just a bit and slipped his shirt off, tossing it aside without care. This time, you were able to fully admire his body, your eyes drinking him in as you grew increasingly aroused. His perfect skin looked so appetizing.
You leaned down and kissed him, messy and impatient, not even waiting another second before shifting to his jaw. You placed hungry kisses down from his jaw to his neck, the contact of your warm lips made Sion tense. His body was on fire, his breathing was labored. Your teeth grazed his skin—the feeling driving him wild.
“Bite me…” he breathed out, desire dripping from his lips. You didn’t hesitate, you opened your mouth and lightly bit his shoulder, and then the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking softly on his skin.
Sion moaned quietly, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back to give you full access. You were so lost in exploring his body, now you understood what he felt then. You kissed his Adam’s Apple and licked a strip up, stopping at his chin before kissing him once again. Sion wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your body against him as hard as he could, his tongue slipped in your mouth and he exhaled into your mouth.
“You’re driving me crazy…” he murmured against your lips. You couldn’t even respond, too breathless and too horny to think of anything other than touching him.
You broke away again and began kissing his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind as you went lower and lower until finally, you reached the band of his pants. Sion’s eyes widened, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at you as you gawked at the bulged in his pants.
Sion could still remember your answer to his question about oral sex, you hate giving, and he didn’t need it—he wouldn’t ask you to, so as you pressed your cheek against the erection in his pants he fought against himself, struggling between stopping you and allowing you to continue.
“You—You don’t have to.” Sion could hardly speak, his throat tightened as you looked up at him. You looked so fucking good.
“I want to.” You replied, your fingers hooked into his belt loop and you lightly tugged at them. “Can I?” Sion almost exploded, his heart skipped a beat and he nodded wordlessly.
You slowly pulled his pants down, ridding him of the last bit of clothing he had on, his underwear caught underneath them. Your eyes slightly widened in anticipation, you held your breath and he held his, your palms sweating. Sion lifted his hips just a little and finally, the erection that was hidden springs out, slapping against his lower abdomen with a soft thwacking sound that makes your walls clench around nothing at all.
“F—Fuck…” Sion softly whimpers, the feeling of the cool air, the expression on your face—he might cum just from that alone.
You can’t help but stare, the tip of his cock is pink like his lips and shiny with precum, the base a similar shade to his skin with two veins that run along the sides. Youve never—ever, felt the desire to do anything for a man, let alone use your mouth to please one. But Sion—gosh, Sion made you want to do everything in your power to make him cum.
“Please…” Sion spoke softly, his voice shaky. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been staring, his cock throbbed as you looked up at him, his lip between his teeth in an effort not to rush you. Your eyes flickered back down to his cock as you inhaled deeply, you wanted to do this.
You carefully wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and his whole body jumped, his warm length pulsing in the palm of your hand. Carefully, you stuck your tongue out and drew a short line up from your hand to the tip of his cock. Sion wanted to cry, his breathing stuck in his throat as his head lolled back and his eyes fluttered closed.
You loved his reaction, so you did it again. Licking up the almost flavorless precum, swallowing it without another thought. His stomach tightened, his abdomen flexing as he gripped the sheets in an effort not to cum from just you licking him. You swiped your tongue through the slit and wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around it as he moaned quietly.
“Oh my—fuck…” Sion covered his face with his arm as he thighs trembled.
You closed your eyes and slowly took more of him in your mouth, stopping at the middle of his length when the tip hit the back of your throat. His back arched and he forced his eyes open to look at you.
“A—Are you…” His voice quivered, “are you okay?” Sion asked, you opened your eyes and looked up at him through your lashes. His dick throbbed in your mouth, stomach warm as he licked his lips and tried to help you.
“You don’t…you don’t have to try taking it all, just—just take your time. Okay?” He sat up and caressed your face, his gaze holding a tenderness that made you fall in love with the feeling of his dick on your tongue. “Don’t force yourself…”
You batted your eyes at him and slowly bobbed your head, with less in your mouth you hallowed your cheeks a bit. Sion cursed under his breath and kept his hand on your face, silently encouraging you to keep a slow pace. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, moving his hand to the top of your head so he can lightly guide you.
“Just like that…” He praised, “You’re doing so good, baby.” You reached your hand between your legs, that was exactly what you imagined when you touched yourself in the shower. Sion praising you, his words of worship ringing in your head as your finger rubbed tight circles on your clit.
“Gosh, I love you so much.” Sion looked down at you, groaning as he watched you touch yourself with your lips wrapped around his cock. “Such a good girl.”he murmured to himself, “Does it feel good?” He pushed your head down a bit quicker, still gentle but just with a bit of a faster pace.
You hummed around him, rubbing yourself faster as you closed your eyes. “Look at me, baby.” Your stomach tighten, muscles clenching as the pit of warmth in your stomach began to spill over. You pried your eyes opened and looked in his eyes. Sion stared back at you with hooded eyes, glazed over with his pupils blown wide. His face licked with heat, cheeks flushed as his soft breaths turned into moans. You placed your hand on his thigh and your brows furrowed.
“You’re so fucking pretty…” Sion looked away first, his eyes rolled back as his hips—with a mind of their own, bucked up into your mouth. You gagged and almost pulled back, but instead, you kept going, pausing for just a second to catch your breath. “So pretty…so pretty…” he muttered lowly to himself.
Sion could feel himself getting close already, he wouldn’t last much longer like this. As badly as he wanted this to last forever, he couldn’t stop himself as his orgasm approached.
“W—Wait…” his voice was so soft you could hardly hear him, “I’m so…mm’so close…haa…haaa…” Sion began to pant, at this you could feel yourself reaching that same peak—you didn’t want to stop, you wanted to go all the way—for him to cum in your mouth just like you’d imagined.
“Y—Y/N!” Sion called out your name, his abdomen tightens and he forcibly restrains himself, gripping his covers as his body jerks, his head falls back again and he cries out your name in pleasure, unintentionally cumming in your mouth. “S—Shit…” His body convulses, trembling as he breathes heavily.
With a quiet pop, you release his cock from your mouth, your cheeks full of precum, spit, and cum. Sion—still dazed, scrambles to apologize. “I—I’m so sorry!” He swallows thickly while shaking his head, “I…I didn’t mean to,” He clarified, “Here, you can—you can spit it out.” You looked up at him confused. You have zero intentions of spitting, so, you swallowed everything in your mouth and licked your lips.
Sion’s eyes widened and he looked down at you in shock, so bewildered that he couldn’t begin to form a sentence. His brain was still fried, watching you swallow his cum only turned him on more, it didn’t even take more than thirty seconds and he was hard all over again.
“Was that good?” You asked, Sion was speechless, turned on, and undeniably in love with you. Without saying anything, he pulled you up from your knees and kisssd you, slipping his tongue in your mouth as he pulled you onto his lap. The kiss was full of passion, full of love, and desire—something you couldn’t put into words.
“You were perfect.” Sion answered against your lips, “let me take care of you now, okay?” You broke the kiss and leaned back, shaking your head.
“What’s wrong?”
You licked your lips, the taste of him faint. “Can you…” You struggled to get the words out yet, Sion knew exactly what you wanted. He wouldn’t give it to you though—not until you made it clear, not until he was sure he wasn’t just imagining things.
“Can I do what?” He asked, “tell me what you want, baby.” His tone slightly teasing. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and mustered up all the courage you had, inhaling deeply as your heart pounded in your chest.
"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 wife 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 our 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.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — for his birthday, jaemin gets everything—your time, your body, your submission, your laughter—wrapped up and gifted to him in the only way you both crave: with full access and no interruptions. what begins as a day of shameless, filthy indulgence spirals into hours of pleasure, play, and every kink you’ve been too shy to ask for, blurring the line between lovers and best friends, partners and soulmates. by the time the sun sets, you’ve both discovered that the real gift is never just the sex, but the act of choosing each other, over and over, in every messy, greedy, heart-aching way.
𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — oral (f receiving, face-sitting, spit play, hair pulling, rough use), riding (bouncing, cock worship, mutual grinding), multiple positions (missionary, doggy, shower sex, kitchen counter, desk, balcony, floor, side-lying, anal), edging, overstimulation, squirting, cum play, deep-throating, face-fucking, swallowing, cum on face/body, choking, spanking, hair pulling, slapping (thighs, ass, tits), nipple play, rough manhandling, dirty talk, degradation/praise mix, pet names, possessive/ownership language, lingerie/ribbon kink (gift-wrapping, unwrapping), teasing/denial, consent/explicit permission, public risk (balcony), sex marathon/sex all day, emotional intimacy, slow/soft vanilla sex at the end, lots of explicit, filthy, loving, and kinky dialogue.
happy bday to my nana jaemin 🖤
Five years with Jaemin, and every day since that first collision has felt like some new page of scripture, familiar, yes, but endlessly rewritable in your own messy, feverish hands. The years have stacked up quietly: from secret glances across library tables to the loud, all-night fights in your first apartment; from tangled limbs in borrowed beds to the clean, bright quiet of the home you made together. You’ve carried each other through career pivots and family losses, learned how to hold the ache in his chest when he can’t sleep, let him see the ugliest, most fragile versions of you without flinching. Some days you’re reckless and raw with each other—biting, teasing, daring the other to be braver—other days, you’re domestic, two bodies orbiting a single, silent kitchen, soft touches traded like secrets as you pass in the doorway. You know the way he grins right before he cries; he knows every scar under your skin, even the ones you haven’t named.
The anticipation for his birthday has been a private game, unfolding in glances and coded sentences, an unbroken thread woven through your conversations for weeks. You slipped him notes in his shoes (“you’ll need your stamina”), sent cryptic texts while he was working late (“you’re mine for twenty-four hours”), left new lube in the nightstand drawer, watched the color rise in his cheeks each time he realized you were serious. You set aside this day, a whole day where the world, your phones, your obligations, every invisible pressure melts away, and there’s nothing in the house but hunger and intention. The sheets are fresh. The playlist is queued. The fridge is full of his favorites, so he doesn’t even have to leave the bed if he doesn’t want to. You planned every hour as an invitation: come get lost with me, let me spoil you, let me ruin you in the most tender, exacting ways.
Intimacy with Jaemin has always been about more than sex. You both collect each other’s little rituals like rare stones. He likes when you hum nonsense tunes in the shower, or when you rest your chin on his shoulder to watch him cook. You crave the way he’ll cup the back of your head in public, tug you into his side during thunderstorms, run his thumb over the inside of your wrist as if he’s checking to see you’re real. Sometimes, in the middle of a heated moment, you’ll break into laughter, both of you collapsing, breathless, before starting all over again—because what you have isn’t just about urgency, it’s about comfort, about memory, about the certainty that no matter how filthy or gentle it gets, it always circles back to safety.
The first hint of morning finds you awake, your eyes drifting open to the softest hush, light just beginning to gather at the edge of the curtains. The room feels heavy with warmth, the air tinged with the quiet promise of a day you’ve both waited for, slow and golden, where nothing else is allowed to intrude. Jaemin lies beside you, sprawled on his back with one hand draped across his stomach, the other curled in the tangle of sheets that holds the lingering heat of your skin. You watch the steady rise and fall of his chest, the gentle flutter of lashes against his cheek, the curve of his lips slack in sleep. There’s a dimple there, barely visible until he’s laughing, but even now you can trace the memory of it with your thumb.
His hair is a tousled mess on the pillow, and you let your fingers play through the strands, slow and deliberate, savoring the weight of his presence beside you. In the stillness, you think about how long you’ve been loving him, the nights when you fell asleep with your face pressed to his shoulder, the mornings he pulled you closer just to feel your breath against his neck. Years of growing around each other, carving out rituals that belong to no one but you and him: his half-awake mumble for “five more minutes” that always ends with him dragging you into his chest, the way you trace the lines of his tattoo when you think he isn’t paying attention, his hand sliding under your shirt just to rest warm and solid over your heart. Every piece of your shared life, arguments that cracked open old wounds, laughter that made the neighbors bang on the wall, nights spent making up in the dark until dawn, has led here, to this morning, this promise.
Today isn’t about surprises or gifts hidden in drawers, but the deliberate indulgence in having each other fully, the way you both ache for and guard against in the chaos of everyday life. You planned for this, leaving the calendar blank, trading knowing looks for weeks, letting anticipation pool between you with every exchanged secret. Little reminders of what’s coming: a bite at your throat during dinner, a message left in lipstick on the bathroom mirror, a new playlist you made for him to find when he least expected it. The simple, private language of people who have learned the shape of each other’s longing and delight in testing every boundary.
You move closer, careful not to wake him all at once. Your leg slips over his hips, the skin of your thigh catching the warmth of his body, the softest drag of your knee along his. His breath hitches, a subtle shiver running through him, and his hand shifts, blindly reaching for you. You let him find you, press your palm to his, your fingers weaving together with an intimacy born from years of choosing him over and over. He makes a sleepy sound—half a sigh, half a groan—and you lean in, lips barely brushing his cheek, then the corner of his mouth, a silent “good morning” spoken in the oldest language you share.
His eyes open slowly, that rich brown already half-lidded with pleasure and affection. For a moment you just breathe each other in, the rest of the world receding to the edges of the bed. He lifts his hand to cup your jaw, thumb smoothing along your cheekbone, and you see the whole history of your love written in the way he looks at you—unrushed, certain, a hunger that knows its match. “You’re up early,” he murmurs, voice ragged, soft in a way that only you ever hear.
“I couldn’t wait,” you answer, letting your lips curve against his. “It’s your day. I want every part of it with you.”
He laughs, warm and low, his fingers tightening on your waist. “Greedy girl.” He tugs you until you’re sprawled over him, your body melting into his, the mattress shifting with your weight. His hands roam your back, mapping old territory with new intention, every touch grounding you deeper in the moment.
You sink into his lap, letting the weight of your body settle over the thick, heavy line of his cock, still pressed between you, hard and twitching beneath the thin layer of his briefs. Your lips find his, slow at first, teasing, your hands cradling his jaw as you tip his head back, tasting the salt of his skin and the sleepy sweetness of his mouth. You kiss him deep, tongue sliding over him, savoring the lazy, hungry way he meets every stroke, soft at first, then hotter, messier, your teeth catching his lower lip and pulling until he groans against your mouth. When you finally break away, it’s with a deliberate drag, your spit stringing between you as you lean back and let it glisten in the soft gold light, watching his eyes flicker from your lips to your throat to the valley between your breasts. You wipe the slick away with the back of your hand, grinning, and he growls, actual sound, desperate and wrecked, fingers digging into your thighs as he thrusts up against you.
Your hips begin to roll, slow and taunting, grinding your cunt down onto his cock, feeling him twitch and swell under you, every movement slick and hot through the fabric. You keep your eyes on him, breathing hard, holding his gaze as you murmur, “You’ve got no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this. How long I’ve thought about waking you up just like this—my greedy boy, too fucked out to talk, begging for more before I’ve even given you your gift.”
He groans, the sound filthy, his hands sliding under your shirt, dragging it up your back as his nails scrape lightly at your skin. “You’re going to ruin me,” he whispers, voice cracking, and you can’t help but smirk, rocking your hips in tighter circles, grinding down until you feel his cock slip between your folds, dragging your wetness all over him, the friction dirty and desperate, your breath catching with every pulse.
You lose time there, pressed chest to chest, the lines between waking and dreaming blurred by the luxury of being exactly where you both belong. When he finally rolls you beneath him, it’s with the practiced ease of someone who’s learned your every soft spot, every way your body fits against his. He kisses you slow—lazy, lingering, drawing out every gasp and sigh until you’re dizzy with want. You open for him, as you always have, the trust and ache braided together in a way only years and love can teach. And here, in this slant of gold light, you know every second will matter—the touches, the laughter, the whispered confessions, the slow build and even slower surrender. Because full access with Jaemin has always meant more than a body; it’s the sacred, stubborn promise to keep choosing each other, every day, in every way, for as long as there are mornings to wake to.
Your mouths crash together again, hot and wet, his tongue pushing deep, hungry for every moan, every gasp. You pull away just long enough to murmur, “Wait,” your voice dark and teasing. “Give me five minutes.” He opens his mouth to protest, but you shut him up with one more filthy kiss, tongue dipping into his mouth, leaving him panting, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide. You slide off his lap slowly, making sure he feels every inch of you drag over his cock, and disappear into the other room, glancing over your shoulder with a look that says you know exactly what you’re doing.
You take your time. You want him to squirm. In the bathroom, you slip into the new lingerie you bought just for today, something sheer, pale lilac with tiny bows over your hips, your nipples visible through the mesh, the cut leaving nothing to the imagination. You wind a wide satin ribbon around your waist, tie it off in a huge bow at the small of your back, then take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror: flushed, hair wild, eyes blown dark with need, the promise of all your curves on display. You dab perfume at the hollow of your throat, touch up your lips, then tiptoe back into the bedroom, catching his gaze instantly.
He’s still on the bed, a fist gripping the sheets, his cock standing stiff in his briefs, mouth parted in disbelief. When you step up onto the desk by the window, the early light catching the shimmer of your skin, you turn and arch your back, pushing your ass out, hands braced on the wood. You glance over your shoulder, a wicked smile twisting your lips. “You like your birthday present?” you purr, voice syrupy and low. “You want to unwrap me, baby? You want to see what I got just for you?”
He sits up, eyes devouring you, jaw clenched so hard you almost expect it to crack. “You’re fucking unreal,” he growls, voice raw, and you see his cock twitch, precum staining the front of his underwear.
You drag a finger down your thigh, then back up to your mouth, licking it clean with a long, slow pass of your tongue. “You don’t get to touch yet,” you say, savoring his frustration, “I want you to look. I want you to remember exactly how desperate you are for me, how you begged to unwrap me, how you were shaking before you even got your hands on me.”
His breath stutters out, hands fisting in the sheets as you pose, one leg propped, back arched, head tipped so your hair falls down your spine, ass jutting, ribbon trailing loose over your hips. You watch him watch you, the heat between you a living thing, your own body throbbing with anticipation. Every second draws out the tension, every beat a new promise, every inch of skin on display for him alone. “When I say, you can come take me apart,” you promise, voice trembling now, “but not before. It’s your day, Jaemin. You’re going to take your time with your gift.” And when you see the way he looks at you, starving, reverent, absolutely undone, it’s all you can do to keep from dropping the act and running to him, knowing you’ll both be ruined before breakfast even begins.
You stay on the desk, legs spread just enough to tease, ribbon trailing from your hips, and you meet his eyes with a sly, wicked smile that’s all for him. Jaemin’s breathing rough, knuckles white in the sheets, hungry and frustrated and so hard you swear you can feel the heat rolling off him across the room. You let the silence stretch, then crook a finger, inviting him to come closer but only a little. “You want to know the plan?” you ask, your voice all honey and sin, letting the words drip slow. “Today isn’t just about you getting to fuck me whenever you want. It’s about me letting you do whatever you want—no questions, no rules, no holding back.”
He swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes never leaving your body. “Anything?” His voice breaks on it, like he doesn’t trust his own luck.
You grin, sliding a hand down between your legs, stroking yourself lightly over the thin lace, arching your back just enough to make the ribbon slide across your skin. “Anything. You want me on my knees all morning, dripping down my thighs just for you? You want to tie me up and unwrap me one bow at a time? Want to fuck me on every surface in this house, ruin these pretty sheets, make me scream so the neighbors hear it’s your birthday?” You draw your fingers up and circle your nipples, letting out a little gasp just to watch him flinch, and you hold his gaze, merciless. “Or maybe you want to make me beg. Maybe you want me to come with your fingers, your mouth, your cock,!again and again, until I can’t walk, until you’ve had every single part of me. It’s all yours, Jaemin. All day. You get full access. You get to tell me what you want, and I’m going to give it to you, no matter how filthy, no matter how greedy.”
He stands then, crossing the space in two quick strides, voice dark with awe and want and something a little dangerous. “You’re going to regret saying that,” he growls, fingers sliding under the ribbon at your waist, lips at your ear. “Because I’m not stopping. Not once. You’re mine. You’re not leaving this house until you’re wrecked, you hear me?”
You pull him close with the ribbon, biting at his jaw, whispering, “I fucking hope so. Make me pay for every second I made you wait.” He growls, hands already everywhere, but you shush him with a finger over his lips, keeping control just a little longer. “Patience, birthday boy. First, you get to unwrap your present. Then, you get to play with it—however you want. I’m yours until midnight. Don’t waste a single minute.” You watch his eyes flicker between your mouth, your chest, the slick between your legs. The promise lingers, heavy and electric, your bodies poised at the edge of something wild.
He doesn’t just pull the ribbon loose, he drags it, inch by excruciating inch, over your hips like he’s memorizing every shift of your skin beneath it, the faint hiss of satin making your breath stutter. His fingers slip beneath the band, stroking that spot where your hip dips, lazy and maddening, and you’re already shifting, desperate for more before he’s even gotten started. “Stand still,” he murmurs, his voice low, dark, and entirely in control, and something in you goes pliant just from the command. He leans in, lips ghosting along the path of the ribbon, planting open-mouthed kisses just above the lace of your panties, his breath fanning over sensitive skin until you shiver. “Pretty little gift… Been thinking about unwrapping you all week,” he says, teeth grazing just enough to leave a mark. He bites at your stomach, sucking until your muscles tense and you whimper, his laugh wicked against your skin.
He noses up, dragging the sheer mesh of your lingerie down with his teeth, leaving spit behind, letting it soak in, and then pulling it lower so your breast spills free. He wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking, biting, the wet sound obscene in the quiet of the room, and then pulls away, letting it bounce as his hand comes up to cup you, thumb rubbing lazy circles while his eyes drag up to meet yours. “Look at you. Shaking already and I haven’t even started.” He slaps the outside of your thigh—playful, testing—and when you jerk, he does it again, harder, grinning at the way your breath comes out in a gasp. “Hold still. Birthday rules.”
Then he drops to his knees, wide palms sliding down the backs of your thighs, dragging you to the very edge of the desk. You brace yourself, legs spread, the desk cold under your ass, panties still tangled at your knees because he won’t let you kick them off. “Leave them there,” he says, voice rough with want. Before you can even respond, his mouth is on you, hot, open, tongue lapping at your folds like he’s starving, slow at first, teasing, tasting you in lazy strokes that have you squirming, only for him to pin your hips down harder. “You’re fucking soaked for me,” he groans, tongue dragging through your slit, then closing around your clit and sucking, hard, making your head fall back and your voice break on his name.
He alternates between deep, filthy kisses to your cunt and light, fluttering flicks over your clit, every movement calculated to keep you hovering right at the edge. You reach for his hair and he lets you, winding your fingers in the dark strands, rocking your hips into his mouth, but every time your thighs start to shake, he pulls back, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs instead, blowing cool air over your slick, making you whimper, desperate for his tongue again. “We’re in no rush,” he drawls, letting spit drip from his mouth onto your pussy, watching it glisten before he licks it up, slow and indulgent. “I want to see you lose it, baby. Want you begging, want you ruined before I even fuck you.”
He circles your clit again, slow as molasses, bites gently at your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours—hot, demanding. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
You can barely breathe, the pleasure a tight coil in your belly, your toes curling against the desk’s edge as you struggle to hold yourself together. “I’m yours, Jaemin,” you gasp, voice already ruined, eyes wet. He smirks, tongue dipping into you, fucking you slow and deep, nose pressing into your clit as his hands roam up your body, one cupping your breast, thumb flicking your nipple, the other spreading you open, holding you steady so he can devour you at his own pace.
Every drag of his tongue is deliberate, every pause calculated to keep you teetering at the edge, your thighs trembling, sweat beading at your lower back. He edges you ruthlessly, licking, sucking, pulling away every time your moans sharpen, whispering filth against your skin, “Not yet. I want to hear you beg for it, want you right there, shaking for me.” He slaps your thigh again, licks the mark, and starts over, mouth and tongue everywhere, relentless, until you’re pleading, rocking against his face, desperate to fall apart, every inch of you his to taste, his to torment, his to claim.
He grins up at you, mouth shiny with spit and your slick, and then without warning, Jaemin’s grip tightens on your thighs and he hauls you forward, forcing you to slide off the desk, panties snapping against your knees as he half-lifts, half-drags you to the floor. The world tilts, your back hits the cold wood with a jolt, the sharp edge of the desk catching your hip as you gasp, scrambling for purchase. He’s already on his back, cock straining against his briefs, and he tugs you over him, gripping your ass so hard you know you’ll wear the marks for days. “Up,” he orders, voice a low, filthy snarl. “Get your cunt on my face. Now.”
You straddle his head, knees wide, palms flat against the floorboards, the wood biting into your skin, hair falling wild around your shoulders. Jaemin drags you down, his mouth already open, tongue lapping at you greedily, desperate, groaning like he’s starved for it. You grind down, rocking your hips against his face, the roughness of his stubble scraping your thighs, his hands spreading your ass, fingers digging in deep as he pulls you even lower, forcing you to ride his mouth, ride every filthy, eager thrust of his tongue. The room spins, floorboards shaking under you, the slap of skin and sweat echoing, his nose pressed hard against your clit as you fuck yourself on his face, your own cries echoing in your ears.
He spanks you once, a hard slap that ricochets through your whole body, and then again, growling, “Fucking use me. Come on my face, baby. You said I get everything—show me.” He bites at your thigh, licks over the sting, and then devours you, tongue fucking into you as you ride him, using him just the way he wants, just the way you need. You brace yourself, nails digging into the floor, rolling your hips, the whole world narrowing to the rough, unrelenting drag of his mouth, the deep, broken moans vibrating against your core, the slick, obscene sound of your cunt wet and greedy over his tongue.
The floor shakes, the edge of the desk biting into your side, but you’re gone, mindless, his hands guiding your movements, making you grind rougher, harder, until you break apart with a shudder, spilling all over his face, his mouth, his chin, breath ripped from your lungs as you sob his name. Jaemin holds you through it, licking you clean, making you shake all over again, not letting you up, not letting you hide, not until you’re wrecked and spent and sagging over him, his mouth filthy and satisfied, eyes wild and proud, voice raw when he finally lets you go.
He barely lets you catch your breath before he’s flipping you over, big hands gripping your waist so tight you feel it in your bones. He drags you up and shoves you face-down against the desk, chest pressing into the cool wood, ass high, panties dangling at your knees. The rough slap of his palm against your ass echoes, then his cock is out, thick and flushed, leaking over your thigh as he lines himself up, no warning, just a vicious snap of his hips that splits you open in one deep, punishing thrust. You wail, cunt still fluttering and oversensitive from his mouth, legs shaking, but he just laughs—a dark, low growl—grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back so you can hear him spit, thick and hot, into your open mouth. “Swallow it, slut,” he snarls, voice feral, and you do, tongue out, gasping for more, eyes rolling back when he spits again, dribble running down your chin.
He fucks you fast, no mercy, one hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing until the edges of your vision blur and your body clamps down around him. “Fucking greedy little bitch,” he groans, pounding into you, the sound of skin on skin filthy and sharp, your pussy so wet every thrust sounds obscene. “Look at you, can’t even stand up straight, drooling on my desk, begging for cock on my birthday.” He lets go of your throat, just long enough to spit in your mouth again, then slips his fingers into your mouth, making you suck them deep, fucking your face with them in time with his hips. “You wanted to be my present? You’re mine now, understand? Mine to ruin, mine to fuck dumb.”
You babble back, words broken, choking on spit and moans. “Yours, Jaemin, fuck—yours, your slut, your good girl, want it so bad, wanna feel you all the way up in my guts, wanna be your perfect present—”
He laughs, leans over, presses his chest to your back, lips hot at your ear. “That’s right, make a mess for me. Make it messy, baby. Want you squirting all over my cock, wanna see you lose it. Think you can do that? Think you can show me how fucking wrecked you are for me?” You nod, drooling onto the desk, ass pressed so high for him, gripping the edge so hard your knuckles ache. He slaps your ass again, hard enough to sting, then shoves two fingers in your mouth, making you choke and swallow around them, drool slicking his skin.
He hammers into you, hard and relentless, cock hitting so deep you see stars, your body bouncing off the desk with every thrust, legs trembling, slick running down your thighs, desk creaking beneath the force of it. “Come on, cum for me, squirt all over, make it messy, let them all hear how good you’re getting fucked,” he pants, pulling your head back by your hair so you have no choice but to open your mouth for another spit, filthy and raw, dripping down your chin onto your tits. “You love this, huh? Love being used, love when I fuck you stupid. Can feel you squeezing—fuck, gonna milk me dry, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
You choke out a sob, body shuddering, cunt clamping down so hard it hurts, and then you’re gone, squirting hard around his cock, slick splattering the desk and his thighs, sobbing his name as he fucks you through it, never slowing, relentless and greedy. “That’s it, baby, fuck, soak me—look at the mess you made, fucking perfect,” he grits, cock swelling, hips slamming in so deep you swear he’s going to split you in half. “Keep squirting, keep cumming, want you shaking for me, want you ruined, want you fucking crying for it—”
He doesn’t stop. He wraps his hand around your throat again, pulling you up, bent back against his chest, and spits in your mouth one last time, tongue fucking your lips as his cock throbs inside you. “Take it, take every drop, you’re mine,” he groans, pounding in, your body locked tight around him as you shudder, tears streaming, mouth open for him. You feel him cum, hot and thick, spilling deep, his whole body tense, voice a guttural snarl in your ear as he fucks every last spurt inside, keeping you pinned and shaking, dripping down your thighs, trembling and wrecked in his hold, his forever.
He lets you collapse, trembling and fucked-out, but he doesn’t give you a chance to settle. His hands are already on you, manhandling your body up from the desk, dragging you to the bed with no care for the slick running down your thighs or the way your legs barely hold you up. He shoves you down onto the mattress, flat on your back, then flips you, pulling you over his chest until your knees straddle his face, hair falling wild, body still wrecked and twitching. Jaemin’s eyes are black with hunger, mouth open, tongue out, hands gripping your ass, spreading you wider.
He growls, “Sit, baby. Ride my face. Don’t you dare hold back.” You whimper, but his arms wrap tight around your thighs and he pulls you down, burying his face between your legs. His tongue plunges into you, messy and wild, nose pressed to your clit, spit and slick making your thighs slippery against his cheeks. “Fuck—taste yourself. Taste how ruined you are for me,” he groans, voice muffled, eyes rolling up to watch every shake of your body as you grind down on his mouth.
He doesn’t give you a chance to be shy or gentle. He urges you to move, rolling his tongue, sucking your clit, growling for more. “Bounce for me, make a mess on my tongue. Want to drink every fucking drop you give me.” His hands leave finger-shaped bruises in your flesh, squeezing, guiding you in rough circles until your hips obey, bouncing hard, fucking down onto his face with abandon. The bed rocks beneath you, his grip unrelenting, his mouth relentless—licking, sucking, tongue fucking you until you’re keening, choking out broken moans, nails digging into his hair.
He slaps your ass, pushes you down harder, grinding you on his tongue, and you lose yourself to it, body jerking, cries loud and desperate as you cum again, soaking his face, thighs quivering, heat flooding everywhere. He doesn’t let go—keeps licking, swallowing, feasting, until you’re spent, slumped over him, ruined, his voice rasping up through your body, “That’s it, that’s my girl—give me every drop. You’re not done till I say so.”
He barely lets you breathe before he’s shifting you forward, wiping his slick mouth on your trembling thigh, voice raw with pride and hunger. “Come here,” he orders, grabbing your hips and manhandling you up, rolling onto his back, hauling you up the bed until your knees pin him, thighs splayed wide, cunt already dripping on his lower stomach. His cock is thick and leaking, flushed dark and aching, straining up between your bodies. He slaps it against your pussy, smearing your slick everywhere, and you both moan at the contact. He growls, “Sit on it. Show me how fucking desperate you are. Show me how high you can bounce, baby.”
You hover, gripping his shoulders, eyes blown and mouth slack, then sink down in one smooth motion, the head of his cock stretching you open, inch by inch, thick and unrelenting. You both groan, breath tangled, and his hands dig bruises into your ass, guiding you lower until you’re seated flush against his hips. You’re so wet you can hear it, the filthy slap as you settle, his cock throbbing deep inside, pressing everywhere, lighting you up with every twitch. He thrusts up, just once, a sharp bounce that makes you gasp, but then goes still, forcing you to do the work, voice low and wicked: “Come on. Fuck yourself on me. Show me how you want it.”
You plant your feet on the mattress, muscles flexing, and start to ride him—slow at first, dragging up until just the tip stays inside, then slamming back down, flesh meeting flesh with a wet, obscene smack that echoes off the walls. Every bounce sends sparks through your spine, thighs burning as you work yourself over him, your nails scoring his chest, your hair falling wild around your face. He keeps his hands on your hips, pushing and pulling, forcing you higher, rougher, making you spring up and down like a toy wound too tight, every movement snapping with hungry, frenzied energy.
The rhythm builds—no space for shyness, no hesitation, just the need to take him as deep and as hard as you can. He groans, head falling back, mouth open, watching your body bounce, tits moving with every brutal drop. “Fuck, just like that—look at you. So fucking perfect, riding my cock like it’s the only thing you know how to do. You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you up, want me to ruin you for anyone else.” You can’t even answer, words lost in the moans that pour out of you with every bounce, every time you slam down so hard the mattress squeaks and the headboard knocks the wall.
He brings his thumb to your clit, circles in hard, fast little spirals, not gentle, not sweet, just ruthless, focused on nothing but making you break. “Bounce, baby. Give it to me. I want to see you lose it. I want to feel you squeeze my cock till I can’t hold back.” You ride him harder, faster, thighs burning, every muscle in your body tightening as the pleasure builds sharp and electric, threatening to rip you open. Your hips snap up and down, bouncing like a spring, relentless, never stopping, his cock slamming into you so deep you see stars.
He chokes out your name, hands sliding up your back, pulling you down to kiss him, mouths clashing, tongues filthy, spit and teeth, breath hot as you grind down and bounce faster, everything growing messier, wetter, more desperate. He bites at your lower lip, then tugs your head back, forcing you to look at him, his eyes wild, words coming out in a broken snarl: “That’s it, ride me, fuck yourself dumb, you look so fucking good—can feel you squeezing, fuck, you’re going to make me cum.”
The pace grows frantic—you’re slamming down so hard you swear you’ll break the bed, his cock filling you, stretching you, your own slick pouring down your thighs, pooling under you, making the slides faster, slipperier, dirtier. He brings a hand to your throat, squeezing gently, then harder, then letting go to slap your tits, to squeeze your ass, to grab fistfuls of hair and pull you down to his mouth again, groaning into you as you bounce, never stopping, never slowing, bodies clashing and grinding and fucking in a blur of sweat and need.
Your legs shake, your body goes loose and then tight, every bounce a wild surrender, every drop down on his cock a plea, a promise, a desperate confession. You wail, gasping, “Jaemin, fuck—can’t stop, can’t stop, need you so bad, need you to fill me, need you to cum—” and he just snarls, “Cum for me, baby, squirt all over me, want to feel you gush, want to feel your pussy milk me dry.” He thrusts up, matching your rhythm, meeting you at every bounce, the slap of bodies wet and savage, until you come undone, back arching, cunt clenching, squirting hard over his cock, spraying his stomach and thighs as you scream his name.
He loses it with you, gripping your hips so hard you bruise, fucking up into you, cock pulsing as he empties inside you, hot and thick and endless, filling you up so much it leaks out around him. You don’t stop bouncing, not even as you both shake through the aftershocks, bodies colliding in wave after wave, tears streaking your face, spit shining on your lips, his cum spilling down your thighs, both of you a wild, beautiful, filthy ruin—springing, riding, loving, breaking, coming, together, again and again, until neither of you can move, until all that’s left is sweat and tangled limbs and the pounding, sacred ache that only belongs to him.
He barely lets your heart rate slow before he’s flipping you onto your stomach, palms braced on your lower back, forcing you flat with your ass arched high, legs parted wide and shaking. He grabs a pillow, shoves it under your hips, and slides back inside you with a single, brutal thrust, cock slamming so deep you sob into the sheets. The angle’s filthy, your body spread, one cheek pressed to the mattress, drool soaking the pillowcase, hair tangled across your shoulders as he holds you down, hips rutting in at a relentless, punishing pace.
He’s greedy now, hands roving everywhere, pinning your wrists above your head with one strong grip, his free hand smacking your ass, fingers digging in, then sliding between your thighs to stroke your overstimulated clit with quick, rough circles. “Fuck, listen to you,” he pants, voice hoarse with pride, “crying for me already—how many times is that, huh? You keeping count for me, pretty?” Your answer is a wordless sob, thighs trembling, body twitching as another wave crashes through you, cunt spasming around him, gushing wet over his cock and down your legs. “That’s six, baby. Six times, and it’s not even ten a.m. You’re fucking insatiable for me.”
He bends over your back, biting at your shoulder, tongue dragging up your spine, spit cooling where his breath fans out, his cock never slowing. “You feel how sloppy you are? How easy you take me? Can you feel how full you are, how wrecked you are, baby?” He grinds in, slow and deep, then pulls nearly all the way out before slamming home again, the bedframe shuddering with every snap of his hips. “You going to give me another? Want to see you fall apart again, want to feel you gush for me, soak me, make me work for it.”
He twists your hair around his fist, yanking your head back so you’re forced to look at him over your shoulder, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed. “You see that? See how fucked out you look, how pretty you are when you’re ruined?” He spits in your mouth, again, again, and you swallow it like it’s all you need, the taste of him thick and obscene. His hand finds your throat, squeezing gently as he keeps rutting in, never letting you go, never letting the friction break.
You can’t stop shaking, hips jerking back into him, your pussy milking his cock, slick pooling everywhere, his balls slapping your clit with every thrust. He slips a finger into your mouth, lets you suck, then slides it out and pushes it into your ass, groaning at the tightness, fucking you harder, deeper, unrestrained. “That’s it—take everything. Let me in everywhere. Let me fuck you any way I want.”
The pressure builds, sharp and bright, and you’re sobbing his name, drooling onto the pillow, body locking down as another orgasm tears through you, your cunt squeezing so hard it pushes him almost out. He just growls and pounds back in, relentless, forcing you through every aftershock, using you, loving you, making you scream and squirt and break all over again.
When you finally collapse, skin sticky with sweat and cum, the sheets twisted, sunlight pouring through the blinds, Jaemin’s voice is soft and reverent in your ear. “You’re fucking perfect, baby. Can’t believe I get to keep you. And we’ve still got all day.” By 10 a.m., you’ve cum six times—your body a shaking, pulsing mess, your mind emptied out except for the feeling of him inside you, around you, everywhere, his to ruin, his to worship, his to love all fucking day.
Time blurs as Jaemin refuses to let you rest, greedy for every inch, every sound, every wave of slick that spills down your thighs. After fucking you into the mattress until your body’s trembling and limp, he scoops you up—lifts you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom with your legs shaking around his waist, cock still buried deep. The shower’s barely warm when he’s got you braced against the glass, water steaming the room, his mouth on your neck, fingers pinching your nipples, cock nudging inside again before you even finish catching your breath. You claw at his shoulders, desperate for the grounding pain as he fucks you standing, one hand around your throat, the other under your knee, hiking your leg higher, splitting you wide. The water beats down, slickening your bodies, his cock driving up and in, your breasts bouncing between you, steam fogging the mirror until you can’t see anything but his eyes—dark and obsessed, locked on yours. He growls, “Watch yourself cum for me, baby. I want you to see how filthy you look—how needy.” And you do, eyes locked to your reflection as your body jerks, gushing around him, clinging to his neck as you lose yourself, water and sweat and cum running everywhere, your voice echoing off the tile. He doesn’t let you come down, not even for a second—he spins you, bends you over the edge of the tub, slaps your ass, and plunges back in, rutting deep, laughing low as you sob, “Jaemin, please, please, it’s too much—” but you’re clenching for more, greedy for every thrust.
He drags you back to bed, wrapping you in a towel that barely covers your body, his hands everywhere—palming your tits, tugging your nipples, teeth nipping down your ribs, marking you with bruises he’ll admire later. He pins you on your side, leg hooked over his arm, cock stretching you so deep you see stars, fucking into you from behind, breath hot in your ear as he whispers filth—“My greedy girl, my mess, look at you leaking down my cock, look at this pussy, made for me, fuck, never letting you go.” He bites your shoulder, sucks a bruise into the soft flesh, then flips you again, flat on your back, splits your legs open with his knees, and thrusts until your body’s writhing, desperate, dripping, toes curling against the sheets. Your clit is swollen, aching, his thumb relentless as he circles and presses, drawing out aftershocks until you’re sobbing, squirming, begging him to slow down but begging for more in the same broken breath. He talks you through every orgasm, low and coaxing—“That’s it, cum for me, make a mess, soak the sheets, you’re fucking perfect, baby, let go, give it to me, don’t stop”—his hand cupping your throat, mouth claiming yours between each climax, sweat dripping from his brow as he pounds into you, refusing to stop until you milk his cock again and again.
You end up on your knees on the carpet, tongue out, eyes glazed, Jaemin standing over you, hand tangled in your hair, cock heavy and flushed, thick veins pulsing as he smacks it against your lips. “Open up, pretty,” he rasps, and you do, taking him deep, letting him fuck your face, your throat raw, drool spilling down your chin. He looks down at you, jaw tight, voice breaking as he whispers, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this. You want my cum? You want it down your throat or on your face?” You mumble around his cock, “Both—please, please, want all of it,” and he curses, fucking in harder, hips snapping, tears streaming from your eyes as you choke and take it, spit and precum everywhere, his hands guiding you up and down, praising you, degrading you, loving you all at once. When he finally pulls out, he strokes himself over your face, spurts hot, messy, across your lips, cheeks, lashes—then feeds it to you with his thumb, making you swallow every drop, humming approval as you lick his fingers clean.
By late morning, you’re sprawled across the kitchen counter, robe half-off, legs splayed wide, Jaemin kneeling between your thighs, eating you out with a ferocity that borders on obsession. He keeps you there, legs trembling, fingers digging into your ass, tongue lapping at your clit, sucking, spitting, biting until you’re writhing, begging, cumming over and over, juices running down your thighs and dripping onto the floor. He tells you to play with your tits, pinching your nipples for him while he feasts, and you obey, your voice broken with moans and filthy promises—“Yes, yes, don’t stop, eat me, never stop, please—” He groans, licking into you deeper, holding your thighs open when they threaten to close, forcing you to take every second, every lick, until you squirt for him again, crying out, soaking his face, the counter, your whole world narrowing to his tongue and his voice and his fucking hunger. He stands, lifts you easily, sets you on your feet, then bends you over the cold marble, shoves his cock back in, and fucks you fast, shallow, his hands holding you down by the nape and your jaw, pounding into you until you’re clenching, squirting again, body quaking, mind gone, mouth open in a silent scream.
You find yourselves on the living room floor, tangled in a pile of pillows and discarded clothes, Jaemin behind you, cock grinding between your cheeks, hands spreading you open, thumb circling your ass, spit dripping down his fingers as he pushes inside, stretching you, making you sob with how full and filthy you feel. “You like that?” he pants, biting at your ear, “Like being open for me everywhere, taking everything I give you? Letting me ruin every hole, every inch, every part of you?” You nod frantically, babbling nonsense, gripping the carpet, rocking back onto him, chasing the pain and the pleasure, lost in the obscene stretch, the perfect fullness. He fucks your ass slow and deep, his cock in your pussy, fingers in your mouth, your body his playground, every inch owned, marked, loved, worshipped. He makes you cum again, fingers on your clit, voice in your ear—“Good girl, perfect girl, fucking insatiable, don’t ever stop, don’t ever fucking stop,” until you collapse, boneless, spent, your body wrecked, mindless, singing with the endless, shimmering ache of pleasure.
Midday finds you on the balcony, legs dangling through the rails, sun warming your skin as Jaemin fucks you from behind, arms around your waist, teeth in your shoulder, his cock filling you so deep you can’t breathe. The world outside is quiet—just the birds, the wind, your moans echoing up into the sky as he rocks you, slow and possessive, holding you close, his voice a rough whisper, “All fucking morning, all fucking day, all fucking life, you’re mine.” He slides a hand to your throat, the other slipping between your legs, fingers working your clit as he fucks into you, relentless, bodies slick with sweat, hips meeting again and again, the heat building until you cum, legs kicking, head thrown back, voice shattering into the breeze. He follows, hips jerking, spilling deep inside, holding you tight, breath trembling as he fills you, groaning your name like a prayer.
By midday, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, how many times he’s filled you, how many rooms bear the proof of Jaemin’s obsession, your surrender, the relentless, exquisite ruin you built together. Your body aches everywhere—neck ringed with love bites, thighs bruised, mouth swollen, cunt leaking and open, but you’ve never felt more adored, more possessed, more absolutely alive, every inch of you belonging to him, every orgasm proof of just how far you both can go. And as you collapse together, limbs tangled, hearts racing, skin sticky with sweat and cum, you know the day is far from over—there are hours left, and Jaemin’s hands never stop searching, his hunger never satisfied, your need never dulled, not even with the sun high and hot and the world still spinning on the other side of the glass.
You’re both exhausted, bodies trembling, skin marked and glowing, the sheets ruined and sunlight pooling over the bed. Jaemin gathers you up in his arms, sprawling over you with that easy, familiar strength, his chest broad and warm against yours, every line of muscle carved deep beneath sweat-slick skin, hair mussed, eyes heavy-lidded but impossibly bright. He settles between your legs, kisses lingering and unhurried, mouths slotted together with the slow, syrupy drag that makes every inch of you ache.
He holds himself over you, hips pressed between your thighs, arms caging you in, one hand cupping your face like you’re precious, thumb stroking your cheek, his body a fortress, a promise, a home. You can feel him everywhere—his cock heavy and hard again, sliding through your folds, but there’s no rush. He dips his head, brushing his lips to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, eyes locked to yours as if nothing else exists. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you,” he whispers, voice wrecked and sweet, his gaze open, unguarded, letting you see all of him—need, hunger, devotion. “You’re my favorite thing. My best present.” He rocks in, slow and deep, every inch a careful confession, filling you until your breath hitches, until your hands find his face and hold him there, refusing to let him look away.
He fucks you slow, hips rolling, body heavy and warm, never breaking eye contact, every thrust a lazy promise, every movement designed to drive you mad with tenderness. He leans down, nose brushing yours, kissing you between every word—“So good. So beautiful. You know I’d ruin myself for you? You know you’re the only thing that makes me weak?” You laugh, the sound bubbling up even as your eyes sting, and he grins, nipping your bottom lip, grinding in deeper, making you whimper. “Say it,” he demands, teasing, playful, soft as velvet. “Say I’m your favorite, too. Say you’d let me do this forever.”
You wrap your legs around his waist, nails trailing lazy shapes down his back, the world shrinking to the press of your bodies and the sticky, gentle slide of skin on skin. “You’re my favorite,” you sigh, voice trembling and honest, “my only one. My best everything.” He laughs, bright and boyish, eyes crinkling, and his hand drifts between your legs, thumb pressing slow circles as he rocks into you, keeping you right there, right on the edge, refusing to let you go.
The rhythm is soft but devastating, his cock grinding into you, thick and deep, your bodies flush, chest to chest, heart to heart. He whispers filth and love in the same breath, “Gonna keep you right here all night. Gonna fill you up again. Want you dripping for me. Want you to remember tomorrow, every step, every ache, that you’re mine.” His words make you blush and bite your lip, giggling as he grins and kisses the laughter from your mouth. He rolls his hips, a slow grind, making you feel every inch, stretching you with every thrust, broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the world, arms trembling as he holds himself back for you.
You fall apart together—eyes locked, hands tangled, your name on his tongue, his on yours, bodies shivering in the softest, sweetest release, breath mingling as you cling to each other, trembling and undone. He tucks your hair behind your ear, presses his forehead to yours, and murmurs, “Happy birthday to me, huh? I still think I got the better gift.” You laugh, breathless and teary, cupping his face, kissing him over and over as the world outside slips away. “You can have it every year,” you promise, grinning against his mouth, and he winks, wicked and soft, “I’m gonna hold you to that.” You stay tangled like that, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress, bodies still connected, hands never leaving, hearts thundering in the quiet. He keeps whispering, teasing, loving, promising—soft, flirty, and tender, all at once—until there’s nothing left but warmth, laughter, and the deep, aching certainty that you are each other’s favorite thing in the world.
overstimulation, dumbification, unprotected sex, cursing, oral sex (f!r), slightly subby Anton if you squint, and more.
IF YOU ARE A MINOR GO AWAY!
all of these Anton edits, plus that audio of him are driving me insaaaannee, and I was writing a fic for him where he meets the readers parents for the first time and ends up fucking you after dinner, buuuttt I got distracted and here we are😖bear w me please, I just needed to get this out.
::wc 703.
::plus sized friendly, woc friendly, no pros used::
Uggghhh. Anton is just so good at eating pussy, and he’s a clean eater too. Always two fingers deep while his tongue is flicking against your clit, chuckling lowly against your wet flesh when you start to shake. And he's the type that does it for his own enjoyment, too, but he always makes it seem like it’s for you.
Like, you had a bad day? Sit on his face. You lost your house key? Damn, you should sit on his face. He’s never shy when it comes to wanting to eat you out either, he’ll straight up ask you when you’re upset or when you say you’re bored, “Can I eat you out then?” It catches you off guard at first. What type of alternative is that to being bored? But eventually you get used to it.
At a certain point, it becomes normal for him to eat you out at least four times a week. Five if you’ll let him. He's so in love with the taste of you that he gets sad when you finish, whining when you push his head away, and complaining about how he wasn’t finished.
You have to push against his head, sometimes even beg and pull his hair till it hurts, for him to finally come up. If not, he won’t stop until you’re physically incapable of cumming again. “Baby, just 15 more minutes, please?” His face is so flushed and wet, grinning as he starts to pant.
He always gets so turned on when he goes down on you. Fucking his hand while he moans into your sensitive flesh, his hips grinding against his fist desperately as he closes his eyes and latches his mouth to your pussy until he gets lockjaw. Getting so pussy drunk and pathetic, turning into a complete pervert, muttering dirty praises into you.
And you just know that because he loves eating pussy, he also loves kissing so much. When he finally fucks you, he just has to kiss you, putting his tongue in your mouth while he pounds into you like a dog in heat. Rutting into you relentlessly as his voice cracks, a moaning, flustered mess, and so utterly in love and desperate for you.
There isn’t one thought behind his glossy eyes; it’s like he becomes so depraved, only capable of splitting you open.
“so fucking good…so fucking pretty…mhm…yea? yea? You like it, hm? It feels good? You gonna cum for me again?” Fuccckkk! He gets so verbal and so filthy when he’s like this. Grinding so deep inside of you, his dick as deep as it can possibly go, every thrust causing the head of his cock to bump against your cervix, kissing it so heavily.
“o…open your mouth…” he’s such a freak, his cock twitches as he rolls his tongue around with yours, mixing the taste of your pussy into your mouth. He gets so pervy he wants to lick your tongue, rolling his eyes back while his hips slam into you—knocking the air out of your lungs with every heavy stroke.
It feels like your brain is melting away. You were already so sensitive before, you came twice from him eating you out, and now with him fucking you, it feels like your whole body might explode.
You know he’s close when he starts to whimper, hands kneading your hips, his body trembling, breaths shaky and uneven. He can only say your name, breathlessly calling out to you as he holds you so tightly, almost as if he feels like he might slip away. His rhythmic pace becomes sloppy, his strokes going from shallow to deep and hard, as if he’s trying to fuck you as deep as he can possibly go.
His cock kisses your cervix with every messy stroke, his orgasms just a few shy thrusts away. At this point, he’s desperate to make the feeling last, his fingers rubbing your stiffened clit with haste as your walls flutter and gush around his shaft. Finally, he begins desperately grinding into you, his cock twitching, throbbing, and pulsing as thick ropes of sticky cum spurt out into you.
His moans are so weak and so loud, growing softer as he empties himself into you, breeding you full as he kisses you…
Summary: both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.
Warnings: sexual content, dubcon themes, porn with little plot, horrifically Jaemin biased (it just happened that way), unprotected sex, kitchen sex, oral (male and fem receiving), degrading, praising, voyeurism, exhibitionism (if you squint), snowballing, mean dom jeno, soft dom Jaemin, literally just filth, proofread but may still contain errors
Word count: 7,4k
A/N: I had a completely different idea for this pairing, but I didn't like here it was going so I completely scrapped it and came up with this. Hope y'all like it it's my first time writing a 3some dynamic so be patient with me lol. Also I wanna try a new picture situation for fics soooo yeah idk if I'll be doing it for long. Probably just for multiple members fics. Pics aren't mine. Feedback is welcomed as always this was long overdue I was supposed to post this days ago
The walls are pretty thin in your apartment, which is why you're so grateful when everyone is gone. You can't escape the constant sounds of your roommates laughing, talking, doing God knows what. You enjoy the peace and quiet, especially at night. The only drawback is that there is virtually no privacy.
You can't count the amount of times both Jeno and Jaemin asked you about conversations you had with people on the phone the night before. It always left you a bit shocked and freaked out. They never told you how much they heard or knew, just that they heard you. And on mornings like this - ones where you wake up groggy from getting yourself off - they never skip a beat to tell you they heard you.
"You're really loud at night you know," Jaemin said, pouring milk in his cereal.
"What are you talking about?" You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. It's a Saturday, which means you have nothing but time to spare.
"When you're touching yourself. You should do a better job at keeping quiet," Jeno answered as he walked into the kitchen.
"Why were you listening?" Your tone was monotonous, still trying to fully wake up from your sleep. Nothing they said had any impact on you anymore. Their non-stop flirting and crude comments don't make you cringe and squirm like they used to, completely used to whatever games they were constantly trying to play.
"I didn't have a choice," Jaemin said, mouth full of cereal.
"We always have choices in life." You leaned on the edge of the counter, crossing your arms. Jeno brushed his hair back, biceps bulging in his right long sleeve top. It was no secret that even though you kept turning them down, they were eye candy. When you told your friends about them, they wondered how you were going to live with 2 men that looked like they were meant to be male strippers.
It's easy for you, really. Just get to know them. Getting to know people always helps get rid of the initial attraction, and they definitely made it easy. Except it came back 10 times stronger. And you really didn't mean for it to happen really, it just happened, and you're annoyed that it happened. But is it really your fault?
"Just how you made a choice to come out completely naked," Jeno questioned, looking you up and down.
"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. Be serious." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter. You turned around, reaching up to get a bowl only to be pressed against the counter again
"Let me help you out," Jeno said in your ear. He pressed himself against you, pushing his bulge into your ass. Jeno grabbed the bowl out of your hand, setting it down in front of you with the sweetest smile. "And I meant in other ways that don't involve getting bowls from cabinets."
Jeno backed away from you, and for the first time you can confidently say you didn't want him to move. But he'll never know that. Neither of them will ever know the effect they have on you for as long as you're in the same household. But sometimes you really wonder if it's worth it, not letting them touch you in the ways you want. Not letting them do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. It didn't really matter anyways, they're just 2 people out of the 8 billion on the planet.
"You are so spoiled you know that."
You jump, surprised at the sound of Jaemin's voice near your ear. You forgot he was still in the kitchen being lost in thought about Jeno's body pressed against yours. "What do you mean by that?"
"You have 2 guys constantly trying to fuck you, and you keep refusing," he says, chuckling softly. "It's honestly annoying."
You rolled your eyes pouring cereal in your bowl. "Then stop. I keep refusing and you keep coming back."
"But I like the chase."
You turned around, immediately being faced with Jaemin's eyes being directly on your tits. His gaze made you feel small sometimes, always looking at you like you were a piece of meat. But you liked the way he looked at you. They way his gaze would linger, never shy to tell you exactly what he wanted with no words.
"All men like chasing," you replied, pouring the milk in your bowl.
"Not as much as me. When I catch you, you'll be wishing I didn't," he mumbled.
"You're funny."
"I've been told. And I tend to laugh women right out of their clothes." His witty responses never fail to amaze you. He always had a response for everything, never speechless although sometimes you wish he was.
You turned around, leaning on the counter as you shoved a spoon full of cereal in your mouth. "You know," you started, "sometimes I wish the 2 of you were man enough to do something."
Jaemin raised his brow, crossing his arms. "Is that some kind of challenge?"
"No, just a thought. I'm going to my room." You walked out the kitchen and down the tiny hallway, already hearing Jeno's music through the walls. You wish you weren't so evil, but there would be no fun in your life. Because as much as you tell them to stop, you just want them to keep telling you over and over again how much they want it, how much they need you.
"If you ever need help, remember I'm next door," Jaemin called out behind you.
"Never gonna happen."
-
"Fuck, come on!"
You've been playing video games since your conversation with Jaemin ended, and honestly you wish you hadn't even started. You've been doing nothing but yelling at your screen and pounding your desk. And you just so happened to get knocked out again.
"I can't take this shit anymore," you groaned, cradling your head in your arms. Just as you were about to throw your headset off, you heard a knock on your door. "Come in."
Jaemin walked in, face puffy like he just woke up from a nap. But you couldn't even keep looking at his face, not when he was wearing that one shirt that made him look bigger than he already was. And- oh. He wasn't wearing anything under his basketball shorts, was he?
"You're too loud." His voice was deep and groggy, the sound of it going straight to your core.
"Sorry. This game is just-"
"Annoying? I've heard you say that millions of times already. Just stop playing it." Jaemin leaned on your door frame, shaking his hair from his face. It was taking everything in you to not say what you wanted to. He's attractive and he knows it. He knows what he does to you and it drives you insane. "Just keep it down okay?" Jaemin turns on his heels, walking out of your room, door knob in his hand.
"I'll try. You know how I get when I'm stressed."
Stressed. That was all he heard. "You're stressed?"
"Yeah, just a little," you admit.
"Let me help you," he said, coming back into your room.
You turned around in your chair, raising your brow at his statement. "And how would you do that?"
Jaemin walked up to you, looking down at you with sleepy and lustful eyes. Silence filling the space between you. He needed you, even when he felt like he was gonna pass out. And he would take any chance to get you, only if you would let him. "Let me give you the best head in your life."
The request shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, but the slight twitch of your right leg whenever you were turned on would always betray you. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his body. "Are you hard?"
"Yeah," he answered honestly. "But you don't have to do anything. I promise."
"I wasn't planning on it," you answered, turning around.
"You still didn't answer my question."
"You didn't ask me a question."
"Can I please eat you out," Jaemin repeated as if he was sounding out a word. You could hear the smile in his voice, knowing that if you turned back around, he would be looking at you with that shit eating grin he always does to get his way.
"I doubt you could find the clit, let alone make me cum."
Jaemin snickered at your statement, turning your chair around to face him. "Wanna bet?"
"I'm not letting you anywhere near her, especially not when Jeno's in the other room," you deny.
"Jeno would sleep through a war if he could. I think we'll be okay."
Jaemin smiled to himself watching you turn your chair back around to face your monitor.
"You know that's a lie, and I said what I said." You felt a small piece of you die inside when Jaemin crawled under your desk, face directly in between your legs. He couldn't help himself, and he knew there would only be so many times you pushed him away. But you're so predictable, it's almost funny. You love his sleepy voice and his puffy face, and the only reason he knows this is because you can't speak quietly on the phone.
He would listen to your conversations, listen to the way you talked about him, the things you said about him to your friends. He knows you're two faced, telling him one thing and saying another to other people. Jaemin doesn't know if it's a mistake, especially because you out of all people know how thin the walls are, but he doesn't care.
Jaemin pushed your legs open, half lidded eyes staring at your clothed cunt. "I swear you wore these just to provoke me," he mumbled.
"J-Jaemin wait.." you were completely overwhelmed, a little taken back with how fast things were moving. But the way his hands traveled from your legs to your ass was almost enough to make you forget the kind of game you were playing with him.
Jaemin pulled you closer to him, hands gripping you as he buried his face between your legs. "God, you smell so fucking good," he said, inhaling deeply. "I bet you taste even better."
At this point, you were sure Jeno could hear every word coming out his mouth. It shouldn't have turned you on so much, but it did. Was he listening? Is he jealous, mad it's Jaemin who got to you first? Was he touching himself to the thought of you? You wanted to see. You wanted to hear him. You wanted-
"Stop thinking about him." He practically growled.
You gulped, brows shooting to your forehead. "W-what?"
"I know you're wondering if he's really sleeping, if he can hear you." Jaemin's nose nudged on your clothed bud making you gasp softly. "You don't have to wonder. These walls are paper thin."
You didn't protest when he pulled your shorts and panties to your ankles, brian too preoccupied with the fact that you were about to get eaten out after a long time. But even in these circumstances, you couldn't pause your shit talking. "Still don't think you can make me cum."
Jaemin let out a soft chuckle. He didn't answer you or say anything, just pulled you to the edge of your seat and attached his mouth to your core like a moth to a flame. His tongue moved slowly at first, lapping at all your arousal. His nose nudged against your clit, making you shudder as you let out a soft sigh. But you can't give him the satisfaction yet, so you hold it back. You don't look down at him, you do anything to distract yourself from the man between your legs.
Jaemin doesn't care about your attempts to ignore him, all he cares about is proving you wrong like he always does. His thumbs massage the insides of your thighs as he grips your legs tight savoring every feel of the soft flesh. The speed of Jaemin’s tongue quickened as his eyes trailed up your body, his nose continuously nudging your clit. He can hear how much you're trying to stifle your moans not wanting him to know how much you like it.
"Let me hear you."
You kept your mouth closed, biting your lip hard as he continued licking at you. But when he directed his attention to your clit, a reluctant whine escaped your lips. You could feel Jaemin smile against your skin, knowing that you already lost the game you were trying so hard to win. You peeked under your desk for a millisecond only to make direct eye contact with him as he sucked your clit softly. He sucked harder, making you roll your eyes back at the sudden sensation.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
You still didn't answer, closing your eyes to avoid meeting his own. Jaemin flicked his tongue against you faster than before. You were way too sensitive at this point, every movement he made pulling you closer and closer to an orgasm. But you couldn't cum just yet, not when that was the only thing you were fighting to not do. But god, it just felt so good, too good.
"If you're gonna ignore me, I'm gonna stop," he said.
"N-no." That was the first thing you said in a while. You couldn't believe it, but you needed him to keep going. You wanted him to keep going. Haven't felt the touch of a man in months, this felt like heaven.
"Then say it," he said.
"Say what?"
"What do you want me to do?
"Keep..eating me out.. obviously."
Jaemin chuckled, running his fingertips along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm already doing that. Tell me what you want me to do Y/N."
His tone was softer, less demanding than before. And now you knew what he was getting at. You knew what he wanted you to say, but you didn't want to give into him too easily. But you needed this so bad. "Make me cum," you answer quietly, voice trembling slightly.
"Say that again. I don't think Jeno heard you clear enough," he teased. You shook your head, refusing to speak. He placed a kiss on your clit, laughing softly when you let out a small sigh. "Are you a good girl?"
Reluctantly, you nodded your head, heat rushing to your face.
"Then say it again."
"Make me cum."
"Of course. Anything for you." Jaemin went at you like a starved man, licking and sucking and kissing every part of you, not leaving a single area untouched. You couldn't force yourself to stay quiet, not when only his tongue was working such wonders on you. Your hands naturally made their way to his hair, pushing it back to see his face better. Jaemin's eyes stared right into yours, eyes blown with lust.
"J-Jaemin," you whimpered softly as he flicked his tongue fast on your sensitive bud. He moaned, licking and slurping up your arousal while pulling your body closer to his. At this point, your hips were starting to fall off the edge of the seat. "I-I'm gonna fall, Jaemin."
Jaemin swiftly adjusted you on your seat, mouth never leaving you. He looked up at you, lids low. The sounds filing the room were sinful, the slurping sounds coupled with both of your moans making your head spin. Your hands tugged at his hair softly at every movement of his tongue.
"I bet you need something in you, don't you?" Jaemin's voice went from your ears right to your cunt. He smiled to himself watching you squeeze around nothing, desperate for anything. "How do my fingers sound?"
"Good Jaemin, fuck," you sighed, almost a little too quickly.
"Someone's a little excited," he laughed. "A little too excited for someone who told me I couldn't make her cum."
Jaemin lined two fingers up, pushing them into you slowly. You could almost cry at the feeling, so sensitive anything could send you over the edge. "M-more," you begged.
Jaemin raised a brow, wicked smile on his lips. "You want another one?"
"Please.."
Jaemin added a third finger, pumping them slowly. Sometimes, he's grateful that he loves giving pleasure, especially because of moments like this. You were so pretty above him, moaning out his name and practically melting in front of him. Your hard, stubborn exterior practically shattered as soon as he put his hands on you. It's funny how fast he got you to beg for him even though he knew how bad you wanted it already.
Jaemin licked at your clit while pumping his fingers inside you with a mission, a look of pure bliss spread over your face. "You're so pretty," he breathed out. "I always thought you were pretty."
You couldn't say anything, especially not when he started to finger you faster and his tongue slowed, arousal leaking all over your gaming chair. Your moans and whimpers started to grow in volume. There was no way you could stay quiet enough for Jeno not to hear now. Jaemin sucked your clit hard, making you groan loudly, tugging at his hair. "Jaemin you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.
"I thought I couldn't." He pumped his fingers in and out quicker, grinning as you came closer and closer. "Maybe I should stop."
"J-Jaemin do not f-fuckin stop." You're brows knit, breath increasing every time he pumped his fingers in and out of you. A tight ball formed in your stomach, muscles beginning to tense under his touch. Jaemin gave your clit one hard lick, making you fall apart instantly. You came on his fingers, clenching on them tightly as you let out a shaky moan.
"That's it, let it out," he cooed. "You did so well for me Y/N."
Jaemin took his fingers out of you, sucking them while staring into your eyes. Your hazy expression was making him go crazy, and he knew he shouldn't keep going but he really couldn't help himself.
Jaemin threw your legs over his shoulders, latching his arms over them before you could move away. "This will be quick okay."
You whined when his tongue came in contact with you again, wiggling its way in your core. Jaemin moaned softly, tasting your cum on his tongue. Your weak pushes at his head were cute, so cute that he had to keep going.
"Jaemin please," you whined,"I..I can't.."
He kept staring at you, not intending to move away or stop. "Be a good girl and cum for me." His tongue was attacking your clit at this point, moving over the bud too fast for you to keep up. Jaemin's grip was so strong you couldn't even squirm away from the chair if you wanted to. He sucked hard, the feeling shooting through your body making your hands and legs weak.
Your body trembled when you came again, soft cries of curses spilling from your lips. And Jaemin still didn't stop. He licked up every single drop, not wanting to waste a bit. He didn't know when you were going to let him do this again even though he knew you would come back to him eventually. At this point, he was pretty sure he was addicted to the taste of you, scent of you, just you.
Jaemin finally loosened the grip on your legs, letting them fall off his shoulders. The both of you were breathing heavily since the adrenaline was still rushing. He didn't say anything and neither did you even when he came from under the table. Jaemin stood up, large figure looking over you as you tried to catch your breath.
"I'm going in my room," he said,"I'll..see you later."
You let him leave, not saying a word as you slumped in your seat. You were never going to live this moment down, letting him go down on you like that. And practically control you. And now that he's away, you're going to have to be tortured with hearing him touch himself in the next room over.
But all you could really say at the moment was that it in fact was the best head of your life.
It'd been 3 days since Jaemin completely overpowered you, beating you at your own game. And being forced to watch him go on with his day like nothing happened was driving you crazy, especially when he kept dropping little references of the events.
What's even worse is Jeno pretending he didn't hear anything. Pretending you weren't practically screaming Jaemin's name 3 days ago. But he did keep staring at you and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You never could. Jeno was always good at hiding it until he wanted you to know.
And now you're alone in your apartment with him while Jaemin is at work for the night. The last thing you wanted to be was alone with Jeno, especially when he was in a bad mood like now.
You walked into the kitchen wanting to get something to eat without disturbance, but Jeno was already there. You looked at him, body leaning against the counter with his head in his hand. You and Jeno hadn't really had an actual conversation in 3 days. You were a bit afraid of him saying something that would remind you of the sinful things that took place in your room.
You walked past him, not really paying him any mind, but you could still feel his eyes on your back. And just as you were about to reach into the cabinet, he said something you were definitely not expecting.
"You're such a bitch."
You turned around, brow raised so high it could probably hit the roof. "I'm a what now?"
"You're a bitch," he repeated. Jeno looked at you with a straight face. There was nothing in his body language that suggested that he was doing this to mess with you. He was dead serious.
You squint your eyes, scoffing at his words. "Don't call me a bitch."
Jeno gave you a dry laugh, taking his hand from his face. "You don't think it's bitchy to have sex with your roommate when your other roommate was in the other room?"
"Are you mad it wasn't you," you snapped. You watched as Jeno lifted his body off the counter and walked to you slowly. He placed his arm beside your body, leaning close over yours, a dark smirk written across his face.
"I'm just surprised you gave into him so easily seeing that you deny me all the time." He couldn't keep eye contact with you, especially not when you were in the kitchen in nothing but leggings and that goddamn tank top. The white one you constantly wore with nothing underneath. You knew exactly what you were doing, and that's something Jeno always found attractive about you.
"My eyes are up here," you said, lifting his chin to look at you.
Jeno clicked his tongue annoyed. "You always try to put on this tough act, and it's really annoying."
"Can't be as annoying as this conversation."
"Then walk away, unless you wanna keep having this conversation," he said. You hesitated to move, making Jeno laugh. He pulled you back, pushing you on the counter.
"I was walking away," you said, trying to sound completely unphased when you were completely turned on by it.
"You just love playing hard to get, don't you," he mumbled, leaning into your neck. "You love it when we chase. Don't lie." You didn't speak, you just let him kiss your neck softly. He pressed his body against yours, parting your legs with his knee. Jeno wraps a hand around your neck, chuckling softly when your breath hitches. "I can't believe I was letting you walk around here like this without touching you," he mumbled.
Jenos other hand made its way to your ass, groping you roughly. He watched your face, taking in the slight pleasure you felt being at his mercy. Jeno tightened the hold on your neck slightly, earning a soft gasp from you.
"If you're gonna do something, do it," you grumbled.
"What if I wanna take my time with you hm? I bet you'd like that. I mean, you did 3 days ago," he teased. Jeno moved his hand from your ass to between your legs, rubbing you through your leggings. His brow arched at the sticky wet sensation covering his fingers through the fabric. "You aren't even wearing panties. It's like you came in here with the intention of me fucking you."
With one quick movement, Jeno's hand was in your leggings, rubbing you in circles slowly. "It's just funny that you're so quiet now. Make all those pretty noises you made for pretty boy." Jeno pressed his fingers harder into you. He watched as you began to lose yourself with that sweet sinister smile of his. You didn't stop him when he pulled your tank top up, immediately groping your left breast. "God I love these pretty tits."
Your panting was only getting faster, his hand on your clit rubbing you faster while fondling your breast, you could barely hear anything he was saying. You were gonna cum quick, all you needed was a little more and-
"I think I'll stop here. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much."
It's embarrassing how fast you stopped him from pulling his hand out your pants, forcing it back down to where it was before. "Jeno, please don't play around," you pleaded.
He snickered at your pleading, fingers immediately making their way back between your legs. Jeno slowly pushed two inside you, a shaky moan leaving your mouth. He pumped his fingers in you, kissing your lips softly. Having no idea what to do with your hands, you held onto his arms, biceps flexing in your hands. "Jeno," you moaned softly.
"You liked that hm," he said in your ear. "You like it when I touch you like this?"
"Y-yeah."
He fingered you faster, the palm of his hand stimulating your clit at the same time. You held onto his arms tighter, closing your eyes as you let your head fall on his shoulder. The moans and whimpers fell through your lips so easily under his touch. Between his hand on your chest and the one in your pants you could barely concentrate on your surroundings.
So when Jaemin suddenly opened the door when he was supposed to get home three hours from now, startled couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at your panicked face. Jeno kept going, not giving a single fuck of who just came in the apartment. But even though you were startled, no matter how compromising the position you were in was, it still managed to turn you on even more.
"Jesus, you're a slut aren't you," Jeno teased. "You love the fact that he came in here unannounced with my fingers in your pussy?"
You shook your head, burying your face in his neck. "S-shut up."
"Are we gonna do this now," Jaemin asked, finally breaking his silence.
You looked over at him, confusion and pleasure on your face. "Do what?"
"I guess we can. But I need her to cum first." Jeno and Jaemin were talking like you weren't even there, saying things you didn't even understand. But every time you thought to ask questions, a moan left your lips, making you squeeze his arm again. "Cum Y/N," he said in your ear lowly. "Cum for me."
Your legs are weak, the only thing holding your body up is Jeno's hand under you. He moves his hand faster, palm rubbing your clit harder. "S-shit.." You came hard, grasping his biceps for dear life before you fell into Jeno’s shoulder.
"I'll never get enough of that face," Jaemin mumbled, teeth toying with his lip as he watched you.
Jeno pulled his hand from your leggings, sticking his fingers in your mouth almost immediately. "Suck."
And you did, swirling your tongue around the digits like you were gonna get a grade for it. Jeno watched you, his usual smirk spreading on his face.
"Fuck, I can't watch this anymore." Jaemin walked over to both of you. Jeno moved out of the way, letting Jaemin pick you up and throw your body over his shoulder.
"Wait, what are you guys doing," you panic.
"Don't play dumb you know exactly what's going on," Jeno answered. They walked to your room, practically kicking the door open. You let out a tiny scream when Jaemin dropped you on your bed with no warning, looking at them completely lost.
"You're so cute, like a lost puppy," Jaemin said. He took his hoodie off, having nothing underneath it. Jeno made quick work of his own shirt, throwing it elsewhere in the room. "Are you gonna be good for us?"
"I-I.." you were in complete shock. This was something you fantasized about for way too long, touching yourself to the thought of both of them taking care of you at the same time. You craved it way more than they would ever know. But everything was happening way too fast. So when Jaemin pushed you down on bed, pulling your leggings off, it was like whiplash. Jeno took your tank off quickly, throwing it in a random place.
Jaemin sat himself behind you, leaning on your head board as he pulled your body to him. Your back was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled. He kissed your neck slowly while Jeno laid between your legs, mouth already attaching to your core.
You let out a small gasp as the feeling of Jeno’s mouth and the feeling of Jaemin's hands on your chest clouded your senses. Jeno ate you out like it was his last meal ever, not giving you enough time to recover from the prior activities in the kitchen. His tongue ravaged you, moans and groans sending vibrations to your clit like crazy. And Jaemin's constant kissing and humming against your skin was not making it better.
"You know I'm kind of a pervert," Jaemin whispered, a small smile on his lips. You were leaning on him, your head falling back on to his shoulder as Jeno worked his tongue on you. Jaemin stared down at the sight between your legs, eyelids getting heavy with lust watching the show in front of him. "I like to watch."
His fingers tweaked and pinched at your nipples, unholy noises spilling from your lips easily. He was growing harder and harder, his bulge rubbing on your ass. "Doesn't it feel good," he whispered in your ear. His soft voice sent butterflies to your stomach, a trembling breath unintentionally making its way out.
"Y-yeah."
"Tell him it feels good." Jaemin rolled your nipples in his fingers making you grip your blanket.
"I-it feels good Jeno," you moaned softly.
"Good girl. You're always so good for me." Jeno hooked his arms around your legs, tugging your body a little lower. Jaemin snickered at your surprised expression, hands still working on your chest. "God you're so cute."
Jeno's tongue moved faster, groaning softly against you constantly. You bit your lip starting to grind on his tongue. Your constant moans filled the room, every single sense becoming heightened when you feel yourself starting to approach your orgasm.
Jaemin tilted your head to him, kissing you messily. His tongue invaded your mouth, dancing with yours as Jeno kept going. He knew you were close, he could tell by the way your breathing was picking up and your trembling hands on the blanket. "You're close, aren't you baby," he mumbled on your lips.
You nodded fast, brows knitting when Jeno sucked your clit hard. Jaemin watched your face as your eyes rolled back and body tense at the sensation.
"Look at me when you cum okay?"
"O-oh my god," you moaned loudly. Your hand shot up to his wrist, squeezing it tightly as your body tense up even more. You couldn’t stop yourself, grinding on Jeno's tongue even harder as you came.
"That's it baby, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes." Jaemin kissed you, biting your lip softly as you moaned into his mouth. His hands left your chest, rubbing them down your naked body.
Jeno stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You always knew he had the body of a Greek god but goodness, it didn't hit you hard until now. Jeno tugged his sweats and boxers off, letting his length spring free. He was big, bigger than you thought. You've felt him through his pants many times on the occasions that he slipped behind you or something. But Jesus, it's nothing like seeing the real thing.
"Face down, ass up," Jeno ordered.
Clumsily, you pulled your body out of Jaemin's arms and flipped yourself over. Trying to get yourself on your knees, you slipped, face falling directly into Jaemin's lap. Jaemin gave you a soft chuckle, hand patting your head as you fixed yourself.
"Where's your condoms," Jeno asked.
"Fuck all of that. I need you Jeno," you whined. You subconsciously wiggled your hips, begging for him to take you right there. You've never been so needy for something in your life, but he managed to bring it out of you.
"You need me?" His tone was condescending and mean, but he had that sweet smile on his face. "How bad do you need me?" He took his length, guiding it up and down your slit.
"Real bad," you breathed out, pushing more against him. "So bad, I could die right now."
"You always had a way with words," he mumbled. Jeno pushed his tip into you slowly, making you smile at the stretch. His brows furrowed as he pushed the rest of himself in you, feeling you squeeze tightly around him.
"Fuck you're so big," you whined softly.
Jeno rocked his hips into you, every movement making you moan softly. Your head was between Jaemin's lap as he watched the other male fuck you from behind. You looked up, feeling a small tap on your head. Jaemin was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.
"You didn't think I was gonna let you and Jeno have all the fun did you?"
Lifting yourself on your elbows, moans and whines falling from your mouth as you pull Jaemin out his sweats. He was just a s big as Jeno, and he knew it. The way he was looking down at you, he knew you would have a hard time. Little did he know you liked having a hard time.
"Spit on it."
His words made you clench around Jeno, making the man behind you groan softly. You did as you were told, letting a ball of saliva fall from your lips onto his tip.
"You listen so well," Jaemin praised.
You were so fucked out of your mind at this point, you wanted nothing but to be praised by him. You licked around his tip, looking up at him for his approval with begging eyes. You sunk your head down more, getting more of him into your mouth, sucking him softly. Your brows furrowed, moaning on his length as Jeno started to speed up his thrust. Jaemin could happily die right here, one of his biggest fantasies unraveling in a way he never imagined. And you were just so open to letting him use you, to letting Jeno use you.
His lids hung low, soft moans and pants leaving his lips as you bobbed your head following Jeno's rhythm. "We should've done this ages ago," Jaemin mumbled, fingers running through your hair. He grasped it hard, following your movements with his hand, but if you kept going, he was surely going to cum in your mouth. Jaemin pulled you off of him slowly, knitting his brows at the loss of your mouth. "You're way too good at that," he huffed out.
Jeno's low grunts mixed with your moans and whimpers made Jaemin grow harder and harder every second. Jeno pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
"You love this don't you," Jeno breathed.
"Yeah." Your voice was shaky, about to break at any moment.
"All it took was my fingers to break you. God, you're a slut."
You needed more, and you couldn't take the sight of Jaemin sitting in front of you, hard length sitting there untouched. Jaemin's eyes shot to you as you took him in your mouth, immediately bobbing your head. "You really..must want me to cum in your mouth."
You pulled off of him, a string of spit connecting your mouth and his tip. "Y-yeah," you moaned. "Use me."
There was something in Jaemin's eyes that changed. Without a word he gasped as he pushed himself back into your mouth. You opened your mouth as far as you could letting him fuck your mouth like you were his own personal fleshlight. Your eyes were screwed shut, the impact of Jeno inside you and Jaemin constantly hitting the back of your throat sending you into a sensory overload. You were so sensitive, everything was starting to hurt, but it hurt so good.
You gagged, tears immediately gathering in your water line. Jaemin pulled you off him, breathing heavily seeing you caught and moaning at Jeno's movements. Spit was dribbling down your chin, but it's not like you could've known anyway. Not when Jeno was fucking you like he wanted to get you pregnant. You wouldn't mind it honestly, and you know he wouldn't either.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jeno grunted through his teeth. He lifted his knee, one foot laying flat on the mattress to get a better angle. "Gonna cum deep inside this pretty pussy."
At this point you were sure you weren't going to be able to walk the next day or the day after that. You felt your body becoming tense, a tight ball forming in your stomach. "J-Jeno, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered loudly.
"Open your mouth."
Jaemin's voice startled you for a second, completely overtaken with the feeling of Jeno. You glanced down seeing Jaemin stroke himself fast. He looked so pretty when he was about to cum. The sweat glistened on his forehead, mouth hanging open, pretty pink cock pulsing in his hand. You opened your mouth, panting loudly feeling yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.
And just as Jaemin came, letting the thick ropes of cum hit your tongue and face all over, so did you, squeezing tightly around Jeno like you were holding him in for dear life. Loud moans and whimpers bounced off the walls while your hands gripped your blanket so tight it hurt. But Jeno wouldn't stop, not until he came deep in you.
"How does a mini me running around here sound," he chuckled darkly.
"Good, so fucking good." You were delirious. You didn't even know what you were agreeing to at this point, not until he gripped your hips hard and painted your insides white. The panic didn't set in until 2 seconds later, your brows knitting in worry, but you also felt yourself liking it. You liked that he didn't pull out, and it felt so good. Like he owned you.
Your body slumped as Jeno pulled out of you, breathing heavily into your arms. You shuddered, feeling him push his seed back into you as it fell down your thighs.
Jaemin couldn't wait for you to catch your breath, getting up when Jeno moved off the bed behind you. Jaemin took your body, flipping you into your back with one quick movement.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said, stripping completely naked in front of you.
You couldn't even speak, your throat was too sore to say anything and your brain was completely fried. Jaemin lifted your legs, spreading them gently.
"I'm not like him," he said, tone sweeter than you expected. "I won’t fuck you so rough." His eyes scanned your body, going from your cum covered face to your pretty chest, to your cunt. "But I will make you scream my name."
Jaemin lined his length with your core, pushing himself in you in one swift motion. You held your legs up, staring at where the both of you met. When Jaemin started thrusting into you, you couldn’t keep your voice down. Every movement he made felt like heaven. The raspy whimpers that left your mouth were music to his ears - it made him want to fuck you till your couldn't even remember your name.
"You're so good for me," he breathed, smiling when you nodded fast.
You looked beside you, seeing Jeno watch the both of you, touching himself. "Come here," you breathed.
Jeno bit his lip softly, doing what you said. You moved his hand, replacing it with your own as you lifted your head, wrapping your lips around his cock. You looked up at him, batting your lashes as you sucked him off. Jeno can't remember a time where he was turned on this much in his life. You were just so good, so weak, so careful even when you were being fucked way past your limit.
"She's still so tight after you fucked her open." Jaemin snapped his hips into you hard, making you groan loudly around Jeno. "What a fucking slut."
Jeno chuckled darkly looking at your desperate soft expression. It was funny to him, how you still managed to look cute and innocent with a dick in your mouth and cum on your face.
Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as they both rocked into you at different yet quick paces, causing your mind to spin miles a minute. “God she’s so fucking good for us, taking both our cocks so well. You feel good baby?”
Jeno’s words caused you to shake in pleasure, moaning around him in response. There was no way you’d ever be able to feel this good with anyone else. You didn’t just feel good, you felt fucking euphoric.
“Fuck Y/N I’m so close” you let out a muffed cry as Jaemin’s hand found it’s way to your sensitive clit. Rolling and pinching it between his fingers. The desperation in Jaemin’s voice paired with your over sensitive body from your first orgasm created a whole new level of pleasure. You were close…And they both knew it.
The way you tightened around Jaemin and the high pitched moans breaking past your cock stuffed mouth was a dead giveaway. “Are you going to come for us again Y/N? Is being double stuffed making you feel good?” Something about the tone of Jeno’s voice was just what you needed to be sent over the edge.
Your orgasm shook through you in waves. “F-fuck I’m cumming Y/N. Take it well baby.” Jaemin rocked into you before stilling his hips. Shooting his seed deep into you with breathy groans.
Not being too far behind Jeno’s pace became sloppy. Once a consistent quick pace he now fucked your mouth with unsteady thrusts. Jeno held your head in place as he came in your mouth making sure you took every single drop he had to give. Once he was done he slowly pulled himself out of your mouth.
Jaemin pulled out of your pussy causing you to clench at the sudden loss of him. Suddenly your mind felt as if it was on autopilot. As you felt his cum leak out of your hole you pulled Jeno down into a heated kiss feeling him groan from the taste of him on your tongue. “Oh? Forgetting all about me now?”
Jaemin pouted as you pulled away from Jaemin weakly reaching out to the man. Smiling he leaned down kissing you passionately. “Did you have fun Y/N?” Not having too much energy left you nodded leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Cmon Y/N let’s get you cleaned up.”
The three of you would definitely need to have a conversation later about their little ambush but for now you think I’d be okay to let it slide.
Very pretty please: can I get a Park Jisung smut who likes cute little girls, a bit younger than him (18+ tho HELO), shy but pervy, Jisung being a big tit lover and is submissive, gets red and shy when his girl is getting a bit sexyy and shoves his face into her boobs- 😀🧎🏻♀️➡️
Running Late (M)
Warnings: sexual content, thick fem reader, big tits (obvi), lots of spit, nipple play(kinda), unprotected sex, sub/shy jisung
Word count: 2,2k
A/N: took way too long to write sorryyyy I hope you like it though 🤭🤭 enjoyed writing this freaky ass req as a big tit haver
“Baby, if you don't hurry we're gonna be late,” Jisung yells from your shared living room.
“We have more than enough time.”
Jisung can hear your heels clicking on the floor of your bedroom. All the time, he's confused as to why a girl like you would even be with someone like him. Jisung is the textbook definition of a nerdy shy guy. From the way he dresses to his body glasses to his obsession with video games. You're not that much different from him but, you're like a god in his eyes. Men would fight for you despite your sheepish nature. Your timid and shy attitude is the cutest , but a complete contrast to your outer appearance.
Jisung hears the door open, your footsteps nearing closer and closer to him.
“Okay, so what do you think?”
He looks up from his phone, the funny video still playing when he feels himself almost about to faint just at the sight of you. If this were an anime, he would definitely be having a nose bleed. Jisung always loves your figure. He can't help but admit that's his favorite thing about you. You're curvy, thick thighs, tiny waist, big tits. He can feel himself heating up, palms beginning to sweat as he fixes his glasses. Your tits are out, cleavage spilling from the seem, your bra barely doing any work.
“Ji? Do you like it,” you ask again, this time feeling a bit nervous. Your usual wardrobe consists of frilly skirts, silly sweaters. You never really wear things like this, especially not in public, but you wanted to dress up for him, show yourself in a new light.
Jisung jumps at the sound of your voice, forcing himself to remove himself from his fantasies. He opens his mouth to speak. The image of you in the shortest dress in your closet paired with your favorite heels is making him horny. Too horny.
“Y-yeah I like it,” he answers. Jisung feels like a pervert, unable to stop staring at your large chest. Jisung watches as you're about to respond when you just so happen to drop your ring. You bend over, your chest now pouring out of the fabric, cleavage even more intense once you stand back up. Jisung gulped, unable to control his eyes at this point.
“Are you sure? Is it not too short or anything?” You turn around, showing him the back of the dress, your ass cheeks slightly peeking out from the bottom of the dress.
Jisung could barely comprehend the words coming out of your mouth. The poor boy has no idea what to do with himself. All he could do was sit there, watching you completely enamored by your presence. His Adams apple bobbed, eyes scanning your body trying to regain his composure.
“I-its a little short,” he says, clearing his throat after.
Tilting your head, you look at him confused. “you don't sound too sure.” You spin again, this time keeping your eyes on him. That's when you see his expression change, eyes darting from your ass to your chest. It might be a little short, but he sure isn't going to complain.
He can feel himself starting to get stiff in his pants. He hates that he can get hard so quickly off of something so little, but you love it. You love how horny you can make him and you love when he tries to hide it. But Jisung is the most obvious man on the planet. “Do you like it Ji?”
“I..uh..” his face goes red, snapping his eyes shut as you smile at his shyness. You step forward taking this hand as you pull him out of the seat. Jisung rose to his feet, but not without pressing against you like a wall making your chest press on his. The plumpness and softness of your body almost make him moan, the sheer look of them against his body made him want to stop these plans.
you take a step back, spinning for him again hoping it would help him from being so distracted, but it only made it worse. Jisung could only think about ripping the dress off of you.
“I just never seen you in anything like this before.”
“Well I wanted to wear something different for a change,” you said. Your face goes hot, eyes averting his gaze as you speak. “And I wanted to look pretty for you,” you mumbled.
Jisung's heart pounds watching you get shy in the sexiest outfit. It's like you want him to pounce on you
“But you do like the outfit, yes? And it's not too much,” you say, trying to gauge an honest answer.
“I like it…but your ass is out and I would rather it not be,” he says, laughing nervously.
“Yeah but…It looks like you don't mind.” Jisung gawks at you, tongue poking his cheek as he fixes his glasses. Your eyes flicker between his face and his bulge, his hard on visible. “I can help you. We don't have to go…only if you want.”
Jisung gulps, staring at your lips as he nods slowly. You take his hand, dragging him back to the couch, the shy older boy staring up at you when you climb on top of him like you were his goddess. His eyes went from your face to your chest, breast directly in his face making him all the more hard.
“I want you to touch me Ji,” you said in a quiet voice.
Jisung didn't have to be told twice. His hands immediately went to your chest, brows furrowed as he squeezed the mounds of flesh spilling in his fingers.
“Good boy,” you whispered. “Wanna see more?”
“Y-yes.”
You move Jisung's hands, taking the thin straps of your dress off your arms. Jisung watches as you reach back, unclipping your bra with anticipation. He still feels like a virgin every time he sees you undress. His senses tingling, can't wait to get his hands back on you. Your heavy chest falls, nipples perked and hard just begging to be touched.
“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath.
You toss your bra to the side, eyes never leaving the damn beneath you. Jisung watches you, a smile tugging on your lips as you push your breast together, leaning into his face. Jisung threw his glasses off within an instant, throwing his face into your chest like a magnet. He was so hard, practically pulsing underneath you. Precum leaked out his tip, absolutely fucking up his boxers. He could honestly cum right now, face in your tits, ass on his cock. You're not doing anything but offering yourself on a platter telling him he's good, begging him to touch you and he loves it.
His lips attacked your chest, wet sloppy kisses being left all over your skin. Jisung replaces your hands with his own, staring at you as he sucked your tits, tongue swirling around your nipples. He kneads the flesh in his hands, watching as you bit your lip at his actions.
“Aw shit,” he groans softly. You're grinding on him, thong so thin it feels like your bare pussy is on his pants. He doesn't know how much he can take like this, tits in his face and your ass on his lap. He might explode. A soft moan slips from your lips as he sucks your nipples harder, brow furrowing.
“Feels so good,” you sigh breathlessly. “Keep touching me, just like that.”
Jisung's big eyes looked at you, staring for approval. His pretty lips were wet, chest heaving having you on top of him. He was beginning to lose himself in you and you could tell. His moaning as he sucked and licked your nipples, his rough grip on your breast, hips rutting into yours trying to get himself off in his pants.
You like watching him be so desperate under your body, looking down on him, the pitiful look in his eyes. “Let me sit on your cock baby,” you mumble, Jisung nodding earnestly. Jisung quickly undid his belt, unzipping his pants immediately after. You watch his hands fumble as he reaches in his boxers taking his hard length out. You always loved how big and thick he was despite his personality. Never cocky or arrogant about it.
“C'mon baby get up for me,” he mumbles, raising your hips from his lap. You watched as he lined himself with your pussy, plunging his thick cock deeper into you.
He wasted no time attaching his lips back onto your chest, your hips moving up and down. You felt full, the lips on your chest almost being too overstimulating.
“Fuck keep going just like that,” he groans, brows furrowed in pleasure. You watch him, becoming even more aroused as you watch him stick his tongue out allowing saliva to drip from the muscle all over your breasts. One hand on your hip and the other on your back pushing you closer to his face. Jisung sucks your nipple hard, flicking his tongue on the hard bud right after.
“Feels so good,” you moan breathlessly.
His big hand moves from your back to the back of your head, pushing your head to his as he kisses you rough and hard. You decide to test the waters, moving your hand from his shoulder to his neck, wrapping it hesitantly.
“You like that Ji?”
“Fuck yes.” He groaned in your mouth, moans and pants spilling all over your lips as you ride him harder, you ass slamming into his lap. Your makeup smudged on his face, pink lip gloss all over his mouth. He leans back down, your breast in hand as he kisses the skin, more spit falling from his tongue making the scene messier than before.
Through the moans and panting, you hear your phone buzz on the couch, the sound slightly breaking your immersion. You slow down, Jisung looking up at you with furrowed brows then at your phone.
“Fuck, it's Mark,” you say, breathing heavily. Your phone lights up with another call, then messages.
Mr. Fucking Lee: hey we've been here for 40 minutes
Mr. Fucking Lee: you guys almost here??
Mr. Fucking Lee: just text me when ur here we're getting a section
Your eyes remained on the phone reading the notifications. You reached for your phone, but Jisung pushed it away. He wrapped his arms around your body, breast wet with spit smother all over his face as he started to thrust in you again.
“Jisung,” you whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders. “Fuck, I'm so close baby.”
Jisung whimpers in your chest, the feeling of your body on him making his senses tingle. Your thick thighs on either side of him, the weight of your body on his as you begin to lose strength is satisfying. Being able to feel you lost in pleasure makes him hornier than ever, not slowing his hips for anything.
You look down at him, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. The visual of him stuffed between your breasts makes you want him even more, and you'll let him have you.
“Baby please cum in me,” you whine, hips rocking with his as he thrust.
“Y-yes,” he moans breathlessly. “I love you so much.”
“Yeah? You love me?”
Jisung nodded fast, brows knit as he felt his orgasm approaching. You squeeze around him, moans getting louder and louder by every passing second. The second you cum, your body shakes, legs quivering violently as he fucks you with much more vigor. Jisung is desperate, his orgasm closer and closer with every thrust.
“Cum for me baby, fill me up,” you whimper.
Your whimper instantly made him fall apart, his hands gripping your body tight as he painted your walls white with a loud moan. He threw his head back, the feeling almost too intense for him as his dick twitches inside you. Jisung finally lets go of you, hand prints in your skin but you love it anyways.
You lift your body off his, your breasts finally done suffocating him. Jisung looked like he's been through hell and back. Hair messy, face and lips red, tears you didn't even notice standing his cheeks. He looked so pretty like this.
“You feel better baby,” you ask, staring down at him with kind eyes.
He nods, hands naturally making its way to your waist. “Fuck…that was amazing.”
Your face gets hot, reaching for the phone he pushed away earlier. It was definitely too late for the both of you to clean up and continue with your plans. “Damn, I don't think we have enough time to get ready,” you mumble.
“We don't have to go baby,” he says. Jisung licks his lips, scanning your face and chest. “We can just stay…want you to stay here with me.”
A smirk slides on your face, leaning down to kiss your boyfriend softly. “You're so cute,” you say, voice soft on his lips.
Throwing your phone to the other side of the couch was all Jisung needed to get the green light. And for the rest of the night, neither one of you answered a phone call or message, wrapped in each other's bodies.
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