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.
