"No, I-I never take advantage of a woman, I give women pleasure~" - Prince Neveen.
"Nothing turns me on like a woman's perspective..." -POV By DVSN
WARNING: THIS FANFIC INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING
non!idol au, slight slow burn maybe?, plot with smut, kissing, oral sex (f!r), nipple play, talk of dry humping, dry humping, reader orgasm, slight overstimulation, annoying/teasing Sion, slight enemies to lovers, L-bomb, non-established relationship, college!au, service dom!idol, non experienced!reader, experienced!idol, shy!reader, asfab!reader, fingering, talks of misogyny, talks of inequality, body worship, pleasure dom!idol, and cursing. If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY! DO NOT INTERACT!
7.4k wc! Plus-size friendly, written with woc in mind!
“Do you like sex?”
Sion had always been curious about you, the adorable, nerdy, woman, with her cute head always stuck in between a book, eyes flickering between the words on the pages, and his face—sneaking glances as if he wouldn’t notice. During debates, you always get particularly riled up by him. He’s noticed this. Your words have a bit more bite to them, the delivery a bit more fierce, the way you speak, the gaze your eyes hold, it’s full of a burning passion. A mix of emotions you wear perfectly as you stress your side, something between hatred, disgust, understanding, and lust.
You can’t help but yell when debating him—no one else gets you that angry, yet Sion does so with ease, maybe that’s why you were assigned to be partners for an upcoming debate. The topic was ‘Feminism and Sex.’ Specifically exploring the idea that feminists have less sex, viewing the act as disgusting and degrading, while women who aren’t feminists have more and are more likely to have more partners. The topic made you roll your eyes, but Sion…oh, Sion LOVED it. And that’s why he asked with such genuine curiosity your view on sex.
“Ha…wh…why’d you ask like that?” You rolled your eyes at his question. The tone in his voice, the look in his eyes—sparkling with mischief and something else, it annoyed you; something in you hated Sion—despised him.
Sion shrugged, feigning innocence. “Like what?” He questioned. “I have to ask, how else will we come up with our point?”
He does have the right to ask, and you’re both adults, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult. In fact, knowing that you had to talk about this with him made it much, much worse.
“So…” He leaned in a bit closer, his laptop on the table in front of the two of you, his legs crossed and eyes narrowed. “Do you?”
You felt breathless. Sion is so unfortunately attractive. His big brown eyes always watch you so closely, you can always feel him looking at you. When he’s talking to his friends, you always catch him glancing at you. Every time you have the misfortune of bumping into him, he just has to touch you. You never miss the way he pretends to like adjusting your hair that he ‘ruined’ by bumping into you, or how he always lets his shoulder brush yours. Even when you have to sit beside him during your debate class—professor's choice, not yours—his leg always brushes against yours. Thighs pressed against each other as his breathing slowed, becoming shakier by the second.
“If it makes you feel better, I won’t laugh at you.” He took your silence for discomfort; you were thankful for that, but annoyed by his statement.
“Why would you?” You frowned at him, narrowing your eyes.
“Isn’t that what people do?” He asked, “Make fun of virgins?” Your eyes went wide.
A virgin?! You? Tch! Like hell, you've had a boyfriend before. Everyone knows you dated the exchange student Riku, and although it didn’t last long, both of you took the relationship seriously. How could he possibly accuse you of being a virgin?
“Who says I’m a virgin?” Sion smirked. Gosh, you hated how good a smirk looked on him, how his soft-looking, plush, and pink lips stretched just a bit. You fucking hated it.
“So, you aren’t?” He poked, “then…” He paused and leaned back against the chair, “Would you say that sex is enjoyable to you?” You inhaled, slowly filling your lungs with cool air, allowing them to fill until you felt they couldn’t anymore. You shrugged.
If you were going to pass this class, you needed to do well, so you pushed your embarrassment aside and answered honestly. “I guess so.” Sion chuckled, humored by your response.
“You guess?” You rolled your eyes. “You don’t have sex often, do you?”
“No,” you replied, “Not everyone likes to sleep with just anyone.” In your tone was that sweet venom he loved, the pleasurable bite that he craved. How could he not push your buttons a little?
“So then, do you agree that feminists dislike sex?” You jerked your head back in offense. How could he believe something like that?
“What?” You exclaimed, “Of course not!” Sion nodded.
“Because?”
“Because being a feminist doesn’t mean that I dislike sex, it means that I want to go to a car shop to get an oil change and not get overcharged. Being a feminist means that I don’t have a man talking over me because he feels his voice is more important than mine.” You explained through gritted teeth. If only you knew how much it turned him on to see you so passionate.
“I agree.” He replied calmly, but of course, his agreeing meant nothing; he was still curious, so he asked, “Then…when was the last time you had enjoyable sex?”
Your eyes almost popped out of your head. The last time? Hell, if you knew, you and Riku didn’t have sex…all you did was kiss and dry hump, sure it was nice but…it wasn’t the same. Now that you think about it, you can’t recall a time when you were fully satisfied after sex, a time when you felt pleased.
Your silence amuses him; it’s clear he finds humor in this. “Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief as you sat in deep thought, “Haven't you had at least one experience?”
You nervously bit your lip and cleared your throat. Sion couldn’t believe it, truly, he was lost for words. Sure, you seem shy and innocent on the outside, like kissing might come as a challenge for you, but…surely there’s been a guy who saw through that, one who felt the same surge of excitement he did when he spoke to you. A man who felt his skin tingle at every touch, his heart race at just the sound of your voice, and his pants tighten at the mere thought of you. The only explanation he can think of is that you actually are a virgin, and you’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
“Y/N, you don’t have to lie to me…it’s okay to be a virgin.” You glared at him, but it was so soft, like the paw of a cat.
“I’m not!” You declared passionately, with a huff, you sank into your seat. Luckily, he decided it would be better to study in his apartment, and even better that you accepted it. “I just—“ You sighed, “It’s just been a long time, okay?” You looked away from him.
“But even then, did you enjoy it?” You thought this was going to be about other women, not yourself. You didn’t respond again; you were in deep thought.
‘Did I?’ You asked yourself, you can swear that you've had sex before, that you've laid in a bed with another person and felt their bare body and that they’ve felt yours, but…you can remember if it was enjoyable or not. You can’t recall if you enjoyed the sex because it was good, or because sex is supposed to be enjoyable.
The look on your face told Sion everything he needed to know. Clearly, the answer was no, but he wanted to know why and what caused it, and using this project as an excuse was a perfect way to do so.
“So, in your opinion, what part of sex is the least enjoyable for a feminist?” He asked, “Penetration, oral sex, or any form of foreplay?”
You answered with ease this time, “Oral sex.” Sion looked like his eyes were about to fall out.
“Like, as in giving?” You nodded, trying to remain professional. For some reason, this made him sigh in relief, as if he was happy to know that it wasn’t the other way around. “Then, do you like receiving?”
You knotted your eyebrows together, “Receiving?” Sion grinned. He tried hard to contain himself, but he could feel his heart beginning to beat a little faster, and his skin felt warmer.
“You know…like, being pleased?” He unintentionally licked his lips, his tongue slowly poking out before he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and looked at you. “Do you like that?”
His question made your stomach tingle, you felt sick at how ease it was for Sion to fluster you. But it felt even worse admitting that you've never been…pleased orally, by a man. His eyes felt like they were prying into you; it was too intimate and too intense.
“I’ve never…” You cleared your throat awkwardly and looked away. “I’ve never tried it before.”
“Seriously?!” Sion shook his head, laughing in disbelief as he leaned his head back and ran a hand through his healthy black locks of hair, giving you a full view of his annoyingly perfect throat, allowing you to scowl pitifully at the unmarked skin.
You didn’t get what was so funny, so you hadn’t tried some things before? And? You didn’t feel like you were missing out; it didn’t make you any different. Sure, at times you were curious—you watched porn, you saw videos of women being eaten out and wondered what it was like, but you've also heard that sometimes it’s not even good. You’d rather not gamble.
“What about fingering?” Your expression remained the same. This time, he groaned, rolling his eyes as he leaned his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Was it really that big of a deal?
“I don’t see why it bothers you so much…” You grumbled, “This isn’t about me anyway. So stop making a big deal out of it.”
Sion shook his head. He reached across the table and grabbed your hand. His palm was warm and soft, his fingers long and slender, his nails clean and clipped. You could have kicked yourself for admiring the veins in his hand that wrapped around his forearm and kept going underneath the sleeve of his jacket.
“It’s not that, I just…” he paused. How can he explain that he’s actually upset that you’ve never been properly taken care of? “Aren’t you curious?” He asked sincerely. You looked at him, his big brown eyes pierced yours with something between care and lust.
Of course, you’re curious, you want to know what it’s like, but you also feel like you aren’t missing anything—or, at least, you did before Sion’s reaction. The way he looked at you made you feel like you really were missing something, like his response was fair.
“I mean…a little, but why would I waste my time?” You tried to pull yourself together, he was asking this to make you change your mind…that’s what you told yourself.
“It’s not a waste of time to feel good,” He replied.
“Why would a man do something to make a woman feel good and ask for nothing in return?” You questioned, “Men notoriously view acts of service as transactional. I can’t imagine that a man would do that and not want something in return.”
Sion grinned, “You feeling pleasure is why.” Your breathing caught in your throat.
He can see how you couldn’t understand, acts like paying for dinner, giving flowers, buying gifts, even something simple like cleaning, have been viewed as a way to earn something as a man. But he’s not like other men; the reward for eating you out is you feeling good. That’s why he does it.
“Men who please women…” His finger traced the back of your hand, his eyes watching it as he spoke in a soft tone, “Ones like me, we do it because it makes us feel good.” He explained. “I don’t need anything in return, as long as you feel good…as long as you finish.” He paused and looked at you.
The expression on your face was so cute, your eyes that usually bore just a bit of disdain were full of desire, curiosity, and lust. If he could, Sion would take a picture just to savor how pretty you looked.
“As long as you like it, I have everything I want. There would be nothing more to ask for.”
Your body felt like it was on fire. You could feel a slickness building between your legs, the heat making you feel slightly lightheaded, your breathing was much slower, yet every exhale was cut a bit shorter. The image was in your head, Sion…Sion between your legs, his eyes peaking up at you as his lips—glossy with your love—kissed and sucked, as his tongue licked and cleaned all over your pussy. The mental image made you feel dizzy, imagining his lips clamped over your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of your entrance as he grinned against your wet flesh…you felt like you were losing your mind.
You pulled your hand back and stood abruptly. “I need to use the bathroom,” Sion smirked, but he didn’t stop you. He pointed down the hall and sat back.
“Thanks…” You walked with a humiliating wobble, and your knees felt weak. What was wrong with you?
You closed the door behind you and leaned against the sink. With your eyes closed, you tried to steady your breathing. You couldn’t let Sion inside your head, no matter how good it sounded. Who cares if he gets off to pleasing women? Who cares if he’s hot and smart, good at listening, and knows that less is sometimes more? You didn’t…you tried not to. Standing in the bathroom, you gave yourself a quick pep talk. No matter what, you wouldn’t let Sion distract you; you had to reel it in and focus, or you’d be failing. So after washing your hands, you exited the bathroom with newfound, false confidence and sat down across from him. His face was flushed, his eyes were a bit low…he looked good enough to eat, but you ignored it and sighed.
“EHEM.” You pulled your laptop in front of you and tried to look unmoved again, but it was shaky. “We should probably start on our introduction now; we can work on each other’s point of view afterwards.”
Sion raised his eyebrows. You were clearly trying to ease the tension; it worked very little—hardly at all.
“Our introduction? I think we should make our introduction about the idea that feminists aren’t missing out, but are just, unfortunately, let down in the bedroom.” You stiffened a little, but nodded.
“Okay…that’s not bad.” Sion watched you, his eyes scanning you as you typed, your fingers messy over your keyboard. You were so clearly nervous.
“Maybe I should write the introduction.” He started, you looked at him—a big mistake. He looked like a snake, ready to coil around you and squeeze tight, before swallowing you whole and eating you alive.
“Why?” You asked while looking back down again.
“Because,” He sighed, “You wouldn’t know what you’re missing, you've never had it before.”
You inhaled sharply, both annoyed and intrigued. “Just because I’ve never experienced those things doesn’t mean you know better than me.” Sion pouted his lips playfully in a teasing manner.
“Of course it does.”
“How? You aren’t a woman.” You clarified.
“That’s true.” He replied, “But, you’ve never experienced anything from me before…so, therefore, you wouldn’t know what you’re missing.” You scoffed at his smugness.
“I can’t imagine that coming from you; I’m missing much.” But you were clearly lying; in fact, you imagined a whole new world of pleasure from Sion, one that makes you feel humiliated but satisfied.
“Trust me, you’re missing more than that pretty little head can imagine.”
“If that’s what helps you sleep at night.”
Sion went silent for a second. It should've comforted you—his talking was stirring up emotions in you that you felt ashamed of, but instead, this made you tense. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking; his silence felt worse than his voice, the way he looked at you, just eyeing you, eyes narrowed, cheeks kissed with redness, made you subconsciously squirm. It felt like he was unraveling you, like he could see through your perfect disguise. Only Sion could see through it, only he could stir you up like this, and he knew that, he knew that you didn’t truly believe that. Not when your eyes are burning with curiosity, he saw the way your eyes flickered down to his lips, even a blind man could see you wanted him.
“You really think that?” Sion smirked. Your hands began to sweat, his tone was so soft, almost like he was hurt but…enjoying it.
Your words caught in your throat, making you stutter, “Y—Yeah, of course I do…”
Sion turned his eyebrows upward, pouting a bit as he licked his lips and pulled his bottom one inward. “Really?” His voice became breathy, so passionate, tone dripping with just barely contained lust. “Why?”
You had to look away from him, it was killing you. He’s so painfully attractive, you can’t stop the honest words from leaving your mouth if you tried, “Because I hate you.” It looked like that only turned him on more. You hate him?
He asked again, “Why?” And your brain began ticking off reasons.
He’s annoyingly charming, he’s so good at everything he touches that it feels unfair, he’s dripping in sex appeal, he’s good at talking to women, he doesn’t talk over you, he respect what you say despite intentionally pissing you off. Sion is intelligent, he’s mature, responsible, and when he walks in a room he screams leader. Everyone wants him—it’s fucking annoying.
“Because…” You drew out a long deep breath, and he finished your sentence for you.
“Because you want me?” He taunted, “because you hate how much I turn you on? Because I distract you? Because I always know what you’re thinking?”
He was completely correct, you inhaled and leaned your head back, blinking your eyes to shoo away the image of him in your head as you chewed at your bottom lip anxiously.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” You didn’t respond, it felt like you didn’t have to. He knew already, why did he want you to say it? “C’mon…” He teased, his voice almost desperate in a way. “Tell me, you want me, don’t you?”
You looked at him, your throat felt tight, your body hot to the touch and your mind plagued with the thought of him. He looked so smug, so confident and self assured, you hated how he knew what he did to you. It made you sick, but…he’s right, you want him—no, no, you need him. In the most carnal, most primal, instinctively way possible. You need Sion, and that kills you.
“Why are you like this?” You asked, growing annoyed by your almost uncontrollable desire for him.
Your tone intrigued him, he leaned closer and raised his eyebrows. “Like what?” You groaned. He’s so fucking annoying, he knows what you mean. You swear he does.
“Like—Like that!” You spat out, your growing frustrations makes him struggle not to laugh. “Always…always making fun of me, intentionally making things hard for me!” You explained.
“You’re always looking at me like that, like I’m easy. Like you want me to beg for you to touch me. I hate it, I hate you.” Sion lowered his head, your passionate admission made his body shudder. At first, you thought the slight tremor in his body was crying, you felt bad.
You didn’t mean to hurt him, you just can’t stand how badly you like him, and he makes it no better by provoking you. His breathing became heavy, his body shaking more. Your gaze softened and your stomach clenched from an emotion that felt bitter—remorse.
“Sion…I…” You reached out and placed your hand on his as it rested on the table, clenched into a tight fist. “I didn’t mean it like that…” Your throat felt tight, you really didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I don’t hate you.” You admitted, “I mean, you piss me off but—but I…” You choked on your words, your stomach was tied in knots, clearly you misunderstood him.
“I…like…you…” The words left a tingly sensation in your mouth, you never thought you’d say those words to him, you never thought that he was actually so sensitive. But here you are, your words hanging in the air as you hoped that comforted him.
“You…” Sion raised his head, you were expecting to see tears, to see those long lashes clumpy and wet, his flushed face freshly wet with tears. But instead, he was grinning like crazy. Just barely holding back a laugh. “You like me?”
Your heart fell to your stomach. “Really?” He raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, “I always knew you did.” You were lost for words, you felt like the wind had be kicked from your lungs. Of all the things he’s done, all the cruel jokes he’s made—this, this is by far the worst.
Enraged you stood up, knocking the chair back as you glared at him with your fists balled up tightly at your sides. You couldn’t even speak, you were so angry that tears began to wail in your eyes, not even words could express the anger you felt. Sion was caught off guard by this, clearly, he wasn’t expecting you to get upset.
“Y/N…” He called your name but you turned away from him coldly, storming out of his kitchen and into the living room. He tailed behind you, calling your name in desperation. “Y/N, please!” But his tone still carried that same amusement.
“Y/N, wait.” As you approached the front door he grabbed your arm and spun you around, holding both your arms tightly in his hands as he looked you in your eyes with sincerity.
“I’m sorry.” You glared at him and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Let me go!” You demanded, “I hate you!” Sion pouted and hugged you tightly, letting you slap your hands against his back as he nuzzled his face into your neck.
You wanted to kick yourself for getting butterflies. “I wasn’t laughing at you,” He started to explain, “I like you too. I was just surprised.” You froze, and he used this to his advantage.
Sion let go of you and slid his hands from your arms to your hands, looking down as he held back a grin. “I promise to be serious from now on,” he said, “So please don’t leave.”
You had a faint taste on the back of your tongue, like he was up to no good—not lying—but not being completely truthful either, likely about being serious. It made you hesitant, but you caved, how could you not?
“Fine.” He led you back to the kitchen and picked up your chair, letting you sit first before he did himself. For a moment things were quiet, you typed on your computer, he watched you, just like usual. Sion was the first to break the slightly tensed silence.
“So…you do you really think I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you then?” Your fingers paused above the keys, hovering there was his question registered in your head.
“Huh?” You looked up from the screen and almost moaned out loud at how he looked at you, so genuine, passionate, and gentle. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was guiding you in the conversation.
“You know, receiving. You said that you felt like you weren’t missing much, coming from me.” He let the words settle for a moment before continuing, “Did you mean that?”
You looked off to the side of him, thinking deeply for a second. Of course you didn’t, but you didn’t want to admit that, telling him you liked him was already enough, telling him that you imagined that his touch would feel like Heaven, would actually kill you.
“I won’t laugh.” He clarified, “I just wanna know.” You looked at him again, the tension rising slowly.
Suddenly, your conflicted emotions began to fade. Disagreeing would give you the same results, bickering, teasing, and then back to work, so you wondered…what would agreeing mean? That was enough for you to reply honestly.
“No…” You were so nervous, “I didn’t.” Hands trembling with both excitement and anxiety.
Sion’s eyes lit up, the fire in them burning a billion times brighter than before, it looked like the light bulb in his head was brighter than ever before as his grin fell.
“Then, do you wanna experience it?” You laughed in disbelief, no way he was asking what you were thinking—simply unbelievable.
“What are you trying to say?” For once he looked nervous, like his perfect facade was finally slipping. Yet, his tone remained the same as he spoke.
“Can I eat you out?” Your stomach clenched in pleasure, the sudden sensation made your breathing hitch in your throat. You couldn’t believe your ears. “You can say no. I won’t get upset, I promise.”
You shook your head, “You don’t want to?” He asked, you shook your head again, confusing him.
“It’s not that…it’s just—“ You felt breathless, “What do you get out of it?”
Sion laughed a little. “I already told you.” He tilted his head and fluttered his big brown eyes, “Giving a woman pleasure is all I want in return, especially if it’s you.”
You pressed your thighs together and squeezed tightly. “So, if I say yes…” He grinned.
“Then I promise, I’ll make you feel good.” He narrowed his eyes at you, “Don’t you want to feel good, Y/N?”
You nodded and he chuckled, “Let’s go to my room.” He stood first, walked around the table and extended his hand to you. With a shyness he found enduring, you placed your hand in his and stood up, allowing him to lead you to his bedroom.
His room was nicely cleaned, it smelt of fresh laundry, and scented candles, the light from outside blocked by black curtains and replaced with an artificial purplish, red light, CD’s and records organized neatly on his desk beside his PC, with adorable green plushies in the shape of stars on his bed. You inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent, your hand clammy in his.
“Are you sure you want this?” He turned to you and asked. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” For once, there was no humor in his tone, just genuine love. It felt warm…it felt comforting.
If there was anything you were ever sure of, it was this, no matter how nervous, or how anxious, you wanted this, specifically from Sion. Nothing could change your mind, at the end of the day your feelings for Sion aren’t nearly as simple as hating him, nor as easy as liking him—not even close, the wide arrangement of emotions are something inexplicable. So you nodded your head.
“I’m sure.” You breathed out, “I…I want it.” You looked into his eyes and your whole body lit up with excitement, “I want you.” Sion let out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding, there was nothing left for him to say—not that he could think of anything to begin with, so he pulled you close, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you on the lips.
His hands were trembling, like he was dying for this. His soft lips pressed against yours and moved slowly, kissing you passionately and gently like he was just testing the waters. Your knees buckled just a little, and you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you closed your eyes, both of you melting into the soft kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth with ease, making you unintentionally moan into his mouth, you could feel him grinning in the kiss.
His hands slipped away from your face and to the button on your pants, you didn’t think of stopping him as he unfastened your pants, slowly unzipping them before hooking his thumbs into the waist of your pants. With care he pushed them down to your knees, letting you remove them completely, leaving you in just your underwear and shirt.
“Cute…” He pulled away for a moment and kissed your eyelids, “lay on the bed for me.” You opened your eyes and nervously walked to his bed, you sat down and looked up at him as he grinned.
“You’re so pretty.” He got on his knees in front of you and pressed a light kiss to your knee, “I’ve liked you for so long.” He kissed a little lower this time. “I was so happy when you and Riku broke up…” He looked at you through his lashes and pushed your thighs apart.
“Does that make me a bad friend?” You shook your head, it wasn’t like you were thinking much about it anyway, Sion could tell. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this…” He kissed your inner thigh and you held your breath. His lips left tingles, fire blooming as he lovingly worshiped your legs.
On his knees he reached his hand up and wrapped it around the back of your neck, pulling you closer so he could kiss you again. “I’ve waited so long.” He muttered against your lips, “I just wanna make you feel good.”
Your leg twitched, subconsciously you spread your legs just a bit more, pulling him closer as he slowly stood without breaking the kiss. When he reached your eye level, he mounted you, leading you to lie on your back. Sion placed his hand on your waist, and pushed it up against your side, his long, warm fingers inching closer and closer to your breast.
This was exactly how he imagined it, you lying on his bed, hot with want, your shirt bunched up, pants discarded, with your fingers threaded in his hair as you kissed him with unadulterated desire. Sion felt like was going insane when you sighed a soft moan into his mouth, his fingers slipping under your bra as he rolled his eyes and pressed his knee between your legs. With his tongue in your mouth he groped your breast, lightly kneading your soft mound as he is tongue fought for dominance in your mouth—of course, you let him have it. The sound of heavy breathing and wet kissing filled the room.
“Gosh, you’re just so damn pretty.” He broke the kiss and began kissing your jaw, placing open mouthed kisses all over your neck and jaw. “I like you so much, Y/N.” He murmured in between kisses.
“You like me too, right?” You nodded, your eyes shut and lips parted.
The pressure of his thigh against your clothed pussy made your brain short circuit. This felt different from dry humping with Riku—much different—this felt more intense, this felt hotter, more passionate. Less like testing the waters and more like being deep in the ocean. You loved it.
“Can I take this off?” Sion looked down at you, his chest swelling with warmth as he bit his lip. He had hardly gotten started, and you already looked like you were falling apart.
You opened your eyes and your breathing stopped at the sight of him. The same Oh Sion you rolled your eyes at, snuck glances at, and fought not to curse out, was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. That same Sion was looking at you, his lips wet and pupils blown wide from the endorphins released in his brain. For the first time you genuinely understood what other women felt when they said they wanted to sit on a man’s face.
You nodded anxiously, not caring what he removed, as long as he touched you. Sion chuckled softly and bunched your shirt up, slowly pulling it until you lifted your arms and allowed him to remove it completely. He gawked at you for a moment before diving right back into kissing your body. His tongue traced over the spots he playfully bit and sucked, wetting your shoulders, neck, and collars with hungry kisses. The whole time he kept his leg completely still between your legs, pressed right against you as you grew increasingly impatient and wet.
“Sion, please.” You breathed out, he peaked his head up. His tongue was slowly licking the space between your breasts, still covered by your bra. He was doing it on purpose.
“Please?” He dipped his head and kissed the valley between your breasts, “You don’t have to beg, baby.” He kissed over to the right side and finally slid his hand under your bra again. “I’ll make you feel good, promise…”
After what felt like forever, he moved to rid you of your bra. His other hand slid under your back and he unclasped it in the blink of an eye, helping you slide it off. He placed it beside you and groaned quietly. His jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Wh—What’s wrong?” You moved your hands to cover your body again, his reaction worried you. But he moved them.
“You’re just so perfect.” He leaned down and gently groped your left side, “it’s hard to control myself.”
You gasped when he suddenly latched his mouth onto your nipple, his tongue flicking the hardened bud and swirling it around, while his fingers gently pinched and flicked the other, rolling it around between his index finger and thumb. You tried to close your legs—just to get a bit more friction, but his thigh stopped you, and finally, just like he’d been wanting, you rolled your hips against his thigh. You could feel him grin against your skin the moment your hips began to move.
“Ah…Sion…” He hummed softly, switching to the other side to give it the same tender treatment.
He closed his eyes and lightly bit your nipple, so softly it made you shiver and gasp. His teeth grazed the sensitive nub while his fingers relentlessly teased the other, and your hips moved feverishly against his thigh. The wet spot on his pants growing with every movement, the tension was so thick you could feel it weighing you down, his room grew hotter—sweat starting to form on your skin, he gladly licked it up.
“Do you like that?” He lifted his head, you looked so dazed—so pretty, Sion couldn’t help but smile.
You hummed softly, “mhm…feels good…” He pressed his thigh harder against your pussy and kissed you again.
This time it was much more sloppy, rougher, lustful, and rushed. His tongue was in your mouth right away, your teeth clumsily bump, tongues rolling around one another in pure sin. He pulled away and kissed the spot under your ear, as you moaned and your hips shuddered he smirked. Grabbing your hips he guided you to help you keep going, watching between your bodies with his lips parted and his eyebrows knotted. You could feel the depth of your stomach beginning to tighten, the tingling intensified and your clit began to feel like it was buzzing. Your whole body was trembling from pleasure. You were so close, so embarrassingly close to cumming just from humping his thigh.
“You’re so hot…” He held your face with one hand, keeping the other on your hip, “You wanna cum like this?” “Hm?” He taunted.
You shook your head, but whimpered and continued to move, you didn’t want to finish so quickly, you wanted to feel his lips and his tongue on your cunt, you wanted to feel his fingers inside of you. Fuck, you wanted him to eat you out so bad, but you just couldn’t stop.
“It’s okay…” Sion comforted and encouraged you in a hushed voice, “you can cum like this, I’ll make sure you get everything you want.” He leaned down and kissed the shell of your ear, and whispered, “cum for me.”
You didn’t know what came over you, a flash of pleasure, your body jerked, your legs stiffened, toes curled as your hands latched onto his shirt and fisted it tightly. An orgasm ripped through your body, shaking you until your body was weak and your panties were soaked. In broken moans you whined his name, your eyes screwed shut as he softly cooed in your ear in between soft kisses against your skin.
“Good girl, you did such a good job.” His words made your mind feel like mush. After giving you a moment to come down from your high, he gently kissed you on the lips and looked down at you.
With a shy, tired smile you looked up at him with hooded eyes, desire still deep within them, it was clear you still wanted more, but it became even more apparent when you slide your hand under his shirt. Sion gasped softly, caught off guard by the sudden contact.
“Did it feel good?” He asked breathlessly, you nodded.
“Mmh…want more.” You replied in a dazed tone. Sion grinned and sat on his knees again.
He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, “Don’t worry,” he guided you further onto the bed and finally moved between your legs. His head right between your thighs as he looked up at you. “I told you, I just wanna make you feel good.”
You held your shaky breath as he hooked his fingers underneath the band of your panties, in a slow, teasing motion, he pulled them down to your ankles, breathing heavily as he pulled them off completely. Sion looked between your legs as if he’d seen one of the seven wonders of the world, like he’d stumbled upon beauty itself. His mouth watered, his pants—which were already tight—grew painfully uncomfortable, his heart pounded.
Your voice dragged him out of his deep thoughts and admiring state, “Stop staring like that…” You turned your head away from him feeling a bit embarrassed despite the buzzing feeling inside of you.
“Sorry I—I can’t help it.” He shook his head and brought your panties up to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply and moaning softly into the messy fabric. “You’re just so damn perfect.” Just like your bra, he handles your panties with care, stuffing them into the pocket of his pants before kissing your ankle.
“I can’t stop thinking I’ll wake up and…” He held your thigh beside his head and kissed the soft flesh with love, “And you’ll be gone.” He closed his eyes and licked a strip up to your calf, savoring the taste of your skin on his tongue.
“I just love you so much.” The words slipped out of mouth so naturally, it felt true, like Sion really did love you, but you felt it even more when he pushed your legs back just a little and held them open with his hands, you could see it in his eyes when he looked up at you and kissed the mound of flesh just above the hood of your clit. You stiffened as he licked your outer labia, breathing caught in your lungs.
He teased you for a moment, cleaning the mess you made just moments ago with his tongue, moaning at the taste of you as if you were his favorite food. You leaned your head back and looked up at the ceiling, not one thought could form in your head before they were silenced again by the feeling of Sion’s tongue, and when he suddenly kissed your clit your head felt completely empty. He stuck his tongue out and licked a slow strip up from your entrance—watching the love dripping from you—to your clit again, he repeated this a few times, allowing you to settle into the feeling before moving on.
He opened his eyes and watched your chest rise and fall, his tongue sliding into your entrance with ease, licking at your walls with a skillful motion, he could feel them tremble, he could hear in your voice how good you felt. That alone made him swell with pride. Sion licked from your hole to your clit again, this time he circled his tongue around the sensitive bud, teasing you before softly wrapping his lips around the cluster of nerves and lightly sucking. Slowly, he released it and lapped up your juices, licking you clean like you were his last meal, like he’d been starving.
Your back arched off the bed, your legs threatened to shut around his head as your toes curled, this was a pleasure you’d never imagined before, not even your dreams could compare. You reached your hand between your legs and threaded your fingers in his hair, lightly pulling him closer. Sion smirked against your flesh and latched his mouth to your clit, his jaw clenched as his tongue worked against your clit.
“So—So good…” Your voice was breathy and weak, you could hardly keep your eyes open. “Feel—Feels so…so good…” Your body melted into his bed, one hand gripping the sheets as the other gripped his hair.
Your angelic cries of pleasure only fueled him, Sion was determined to eat you out until his jaw locked, until his tongue cramped. He pulled away for just a moment and brushed his finger against your throbbing nub, making your whole body jerk. Your eyes flew open and you looked down at him, the new sensation making you jolt.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He said, “Don’t look away.”
He collected the wetness on his middle finger and lowered it to your entrance, watching you the entire time as if he didn’t need to look at what he was doing, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. When he finger pressed against you, you bit your lip, your walls clenching around nothing at all. You struggled to keep your eyes opened, you wanted to close them, the eyes contact was too intense, you were far too aware of what was happening and the emotions you both were feeling.
His finger slowly entered you, he slid it in until it was knuckle deep and his others were pressed against your flesh. Sion let you adjust to the feeling before moving again, allowing your body to relax before he curled it upward and attached his mouth back to your clit again, never once looking away. You tried to do the same, but your head lolled back, your eyes fluttered closed and rolled, it felt so fucking good.
“Look at me.” He murmured against your flesh, “please.” You whimpered, and pried your eyes opened, forcing your head up so you could watch him.
Sion looked so pretty like this, his face flushed, hair jostled, and eyes hooded. Your eyes became glossy as you watched him, nothing but the thought of him in your mind. His hand rocked slowly back and forth, creating pressure inside of you as his tongue massaged your clit. Your body was almost aching with pleasure, vision blurry as your head threatened to fall back again. This was what Sion wanted to see, the fight between the pleasure he was giving you, and doing what he told you. Ultimately, the pleasure won, making your head fall back and your eyes close tightly as your legs shook beside his head. The moment you did, he slipped his ring finger inside, rocking a bit faster to create pressure in an area right underneath your clit.
You felt like you’d explode, the knot in your stomach tightened, your breathing was uneven and loud, the only thing you could manage to say was his name and pleas, your eyes watered and you pushed against his head, feeling like you were going to snap in half. Just like before your orgasm was quickly approaching, youve never came this fast—nor has it ever felt this intense. Your body felt like it was being ripped apart, like it was being kissed all over, it was like an electric shock that you loved.
Sion reached his other hand up, holding the hand that was pushing against his head and intertwining his fingers with yours, keeping it from pushing him away.
“Ah—Sion…I—I’m gonna…mhm—gonna cum!” You warned, you didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or keep going, the feeling was overstimulating in the best way possible.
He didn’t stop, not even for a second did Sion pull away. He kept going until finally the knot in your stomach came undone, until your body snapped and he felt your walls tighten and convulsing around his fingers. He kept going until he felt your clit soften under his tongue and your pretty moans turned into whimpers from overstimulation.
“I—I can’t—“ You squeezed your legs tightly, but his body kept them open just long enough for him to remove his fingers and clean every drop of you with his tongue. When he finished, he sucked his fingers clean and smiled at you as you lie breathless and weak on his bed, naked and beautiful.
“come on, i have to finish this.” you’d chuckled, currently trying to push your boyfriend off as his lips met your face. you couldn’t tell if he was trying to kiss you or eat you.
he’d only whine, shaking his head as he continued his affectionate onslaught.
he’s successfully manage to grab your wrist, holding it down against your side as his free hand gripped your face, pulling you into a sweet kiss. you playfully rolled your eyes, kissing the sweet boy back.
he smiled into the kiss, his lips moving against yours like they’ve been starving for this moment. you have to physically pull away so you could breathe, he of course following after your lips, a pretty pout gracing them.
“babe…” he whimpered, giving you those sad puppy eyes of his.
“wait wait just let me breathe!” you giggled, catching your breath. after a few seconds, he believed you breathed enough, pressing his lips against yours again, fingers tangling in your hair, that same sweet smile widening across his face.
iza ❤︎ this one is LONG hello can u tell i enjoyed making this. idk i love nct wish. like yes. u r nct. u r wish. and can this not flop pls all the wish lovers show up NOW
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❛❛ Sion doesn't mind the fact that you're about to meet his parents or if you just left their house. He's gonna take you whenever he wants. ❞
あ . . . boyfriend!sion x fem!reader ⭑ smut ⭑ sion is highkey a pervert, creampie, mentions of anal, y'all fuck like bunnies, sion has a potty mouth, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, car sex (but not really) ⭑ 1.5k words
○ 𝗌𝗄𝗒𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌.ᐟ 𖹭 guys i actually don't know how long it takes for a load to uh leave our bodies (?) i have a breeding kink but i've never allowed a man to do such disgusting thing so... and this time i didn't do my research (i only searched for it when i finished writing this piece so i'm sorry)
As Sion slides into the driver’s seat of the car, the engine humming to life beneath you both, his mind drifts back to earlier that morning.
He remembers pinning you against the bedroom wall just before you left for his parents’ house, his thick cock buried deep inside your slick pussy, thrusting hard and relentless until he flooded you with his hot cum.
He can still picture the way your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop as you whimpered his name, a chant of “Sion’s” that didn’t seem to end as your nails raked his arms and shoulder blades. And now, as the two of you pull away from the curb, he knows you’re still full of him—his seed leaking out, soaking into your panties with every shift of your hips on the leather seat.
Throughout the entire visit, he’d forced himself to keep that straight face, nodding politely at his mother’s chatter, shaking his father’s hand firmly, all while his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of your dripping cunt, stuffed with his load like the perfect little and dirty secret.
The facade cracks the moment the car door clicks shut behind you. The air between you thickens, charged with the unspoken heat that’s been simmering all day.
Sion’s hand lands on your thigh, his palm warm and possessive through the thin fabric of your skirt. You fix him with a serious look but your boyfriend pays it no mind, a sly little smirk slowly spreading across his face. His fingers press in just enough to make your skin tingle, a subtle claim that sends a jolt straight to your core.
You feel the residual slickness between your legs, his cum still seeping out, making your thighs slippery as you cross them instinctively.
“Sion,” you murmur, your voice a half-hearted protest, glancing out the window at the familiar suburban street lined with houses just like his parents’.
Your heart races, a mix of thrill and nerved twisting in your gut—anyone could glance over from their driveway. But he doesn’t stop, of course he wouldn’t. Instead, his hand slides higher, inching under the hem of your skirt, his touch turning bolder, fingertips brushing the edge of your panties.
The fabric there is damp, clinging to your folds from the mess he’s left inside you, and you bite your lip to stifle a gasp. Sion’s breath hitches, his cock stirring in his slacks as he feels the heat radiating from your skin, the way your body betrays you by parting just a fraction under his advance.
He smirks, eyes flicking to you briefly before returning to the road, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly tone that always makes your pussy clench.
“Stop? After I spent the whole damn day imagining this? You were sitting there at the dinner table, all prim and proper, chatting with Mom about recipes, while my cum was dripping out of your greedy little hole. Fuck—I could smell it on you, baby.” His fingers trace the seam of your panties now, pressing against the wet spot, and you squirm, your clit throbbing at the friction.
Embarrassment warred with your arousal as you rememeber the visit: his mother’s warm hug, his father’s proud pat on your back, oblivious to how you’d been bred like a slut right before arriving. Shit, his mother even asked why you were waddling so much.
Sion’s hand delves deeper, cupping your mound through the lace, and he groans softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. The pressure makes more of his earlier load shift inside you, a warm trickle escaping to coat his fingers.
“Fuck, baby.” He chuckles, amused at the feeling. “Will there be a moment I won’t find you all soaked for me?” He said all smug, his own arousal spiking, cock hardening fully now as he pictures the dirtiest moments you’ve shared. “Remember that time I bent you over the kitchen counter and fucked your ass until you screamed? Or when I made you suck me off under the table at that party, your lips wrapped around my dick while everyone laughed above us? God, if only they knew. My parents would lose their minds if they found out what a filthy cockwhore their innocent and precious daughter really is—begging for my cum every single day, spreading your legs like a desperate bitch in heat. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Me telling them how you swallow my load for breakfast, how your pussy mils me dry every night.”
His words hit you like a punch of pure filth, your body responding before your mind can catch up. Your nipples harden against your blouse, adrenaline running through your veins as shame and desire coil tight in your belly.
You feel exposed, vulnerable, yet so achingly turned on. His dominance wrapping around you like a vice, making your submissive side ache to yield.
“Sion, please… not here,” you whisper, but your thighs tremble, parting slightly despite yourself, inviting him closer. The thought of his family just blocks away only heightens the pulse between your legs, your clit swelling under his teasing strokes.
Your boyfriends chuckles darkly, withdrawing his hand just long enough to unbuckle his seatbelt with one hand while steering with the other. “Take them off,” he commands, his voice brooking no argument, eyes full of hunger as he glances at you again. “Panties. Now. I wanna see how much of my cum is still leaking out of you.”
Your pulse hammers in your ears, a thrill of submission flooding you as you obey, hiking up your skirt and shimmying the soaked lace down your legs.
The cool air hits your bare pussy, making you shiver, the slick evidence of this morning fuck glistening on your inner thighs. You hand them over, fabric warm and drenched, and Sion snatches them eagerly, bringing them to his nose without hesitation.
He inshales deeply, groaning at the heady mix of your arousal and his own salty essence. “Shit, that’s my good girl,” he rumbles, the scent going straight to his cock, making it strain painfully against the zipper.
The raw possessiveness of it sends a fire through him, his balls tightening with the need to claim you again.
“Spread your legs,” he orders next, tossing the panties onto the dashboard like a trophy. You hesitate for a split second, the vulnerability hitting you hard but the commanding tone is his voice melts your resistance. You part your thighs wide, the motion pulling at the sensitive skin, and Sion’s fingers dive right in, two thick digits sliding through your folds with ease.
You’re drenched, his cum mixing with your fresh wetness to create a slippery glide as he pushed inside you. The stretch is so good, filling the ache that’s been building all day, and you moan, head falling back against the seat. His fingers curl, hooking against that spot deep within, pumping in and out with measured strokes that make obscene wet sounds echo in the confined space.
Your boyfriend’s breath comes ragged now, his focus splitting between the road and the way your pussy grips him, hot and velvety, sucking him deeper. He can feel his own cum coating his knuckles, the slick heat making his cock throb with envy—he wants to bury himself in you right here, fuck you senseless while the world blurs by.
“So fucking tight, even after I stretchd you so good,” he growls, thumb circling your clit in firm, teasing swirls that have your hips bucking.
The pleasure builds sharp and insistent, your walls fluttering around his invading fingers, every thrust sending sparks up your spine. You feel so full, so owned, so fucking good it makes your toes curl in your shoes.
The car rolls to a stop at a red light, the sudden halt jolting you both. Sion doesn’t miss a beat—his free hand grips the wheel tighter, knuckles white as he leans over the console. His face hovers inches from your spread thighs, hot breath fanning over your exposed core, and before you can protest, his mouth descends.
His tongue flattens against your pussy, lapping broadly from your entrance to your clit in one long, filthy stroke. The taste explodes on his tongue—salty-sweet tang of your juices mingled with his cum, thick and creamy as he sucks it out of you. He groans into your flesh, the vibration humming through your clit, and dives deeper, lips sealing around your folds to devour you like a starving man.
You cry out, hands flying to his hair, tugging as waves of ecstasy crash over you. His tongue spears inside, fucking into your hole with wet, insistent thrusts, scopping out more of his load while his nose grinds against your swollen nub.
Sion’s cock aches, pre-cum leaking into his boxers as he eats you out, the sounds of his slurping filling the car, his own arousal a pousing need in his veins. He feels powerful, dominant, reducing his pretty little girlfriend to a moaning mess in his control, and he doesn’t stop until the light turns green, pulling back with a final, sucking kiss to your clit that leaves you trembling on the edge.
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⌗minesbutnotmines — sion getting jealous over you talking to another guy
( o. sion x fem!reader ) • warnings. oral ( m ), p n v , unprotected sex , backshots 𓄵 word count. 848 { back to library }
( request ). FWB FAKE DATING SION X READER COLLEGE AU
( yeni’s notes ). my first nct wish fic
“isn’t that yn?”
sions head whipped around , and sure enough there you were — walking through the campus , walking and giggling with another dude. “damn they seem close.”
“that’s just her friend.” he said , trying to save face.
“if a guy had his arm wrapped around my girl like that i don’t think i would be able to take it.” of course he was seething on the inside , but he was in a complicated situation , him being upset would make sense to his friends , you’re his girlfriend.
but it would genuinely piss you off — because you two weren’t really together. sion and you were good friends , who sometimes hook-up when there’s no one around and you use each other to ward off crazy exes and unwanted advances. “he’s giving her fuck me eyes bro , you better fix that.”
hearing that did fill him with jealousy because there’s only so many times you could call him over when you were horny , and slip your hand into his in public around everyone before he caught feelings — he was only a human after all.
‘i’m here open up’ you climbed out bed , shuffling to the door , opening the door , sion walking in taking his shoes and jacket off ; it was like he lived there. the way he carried himself made the pit in your stomach grow. “you can’t say we’re dating then going around getting cozy with different guys , i don’t like being seen as a cuck by my friends.”
“what are you— oh shit.” you remembered walking with the guy from your class after he offered , you hadn’t even noticed soon and his friends. “i completely fucking forgot.” you said. “he offered to walk me to class because my exes was harassing me again?”
“again? i just told him off like a week ago.”
“i don’t know , im sure he’s just bored.” he sat down on your coach , looking up at you — a smirk forming on your face.
“what?”
“you came all the way here to yell at me about.” you climbed into his lap. “you were jealous.” rubbing his shoulders.
he rolled his eyes. “i wasn’t jealous.” he said , his cheeks red. “to the outside you’re mine.”
“but i’m not yours.” teasing the nape of his neck , tugging at it he groaned. “but it was hot watching you come in here like that.” he grabbed your wrist.
“you’re a fucking brat you know that?”
“and you’re jealous.” he hand coming up to your neck , shutting you right up.
“such a mouthy girl.” squeezing your throat , you moaned out. “should put it to good use.”
“get on your knees.” he watched you sink down to your knees , unbuckling his pants. “good girl.” freeing his cock , leaking with pre-cum , he tapped it on your lips. “open up brat.”
he sighed as your lips wrapped around his tip , sucking. “fuck.” holding the back of your head , moving it up and down in his cock , his head falling back against your couch. “such a good cock sucker.” pushing your head down , your throat squeezing his cock as you gagged around fuck. “taking my dick like a champ -fuck- i’m gonna cum.”
his moans getting louder and louder , cock twitching in your mouth. “oh fuck… fuck i’m cumming! fuck!” he groaned as you took him fully , his cum shooting to the back of your throat. “shit.”
“come here.” he stood , following you , he pushed you on to your knees , you grabbed the back of the couch. “fuck look at that.” he slapped your ass , you moaned moving your hips back against him , he groaned.
“you want my dick so bad.” he stroked his half hard cock , watching it hardened as he rubbed it against your cum. “fucking dripping for it.”
he pushed the head in , sighing as your cunt closed around him. “fuuuck , you’re sucking me in.” grabbing your waist , pushing you down into a deep arch as he began to pound into you. “yeah , fuck take it.”
“sion!” you screamed , his hand pulled you back against his chest by your hair.
“you’re mine? understand.” the new position making his cock hit deeper inside you. “no one will fuck you like i do.” the sounds of your skin slapping together along with your moans. “this pussy… it’s mine.”
“fuck sion i’m gonna cum!” he let you go, you fell back on to the couch as he continued to dig deep into you. “fuck!”
“fuck… make a mess all over my cock , gonna fill you up with my cum.” your jaw slacked , eyes rolling to back of your head as you came. “look at you -fuck- all cock drunk.”
“gonna claim this pussy.” he cursed , cumming squeezing your ass as he emptied his load into your. “fuck , take it for me , take all my cum , dont waste it.”
his thrust slowly coming to a stop , slipping out of you. “so pretty , all fucked out.”
cleaning you up , pulling you into his lap. “if your ex bothers you again , don’t ask another guy to handle it , i told you i got it.”
“i don’t want other guys or my friends think i don’t know how to take care of what’s mines.”
𓏵 ⌞ 김재희 x f!reader, smut, fluff, 1.5k ⌝ ∘∘∘ sub!jaehee, profanity, bullying (not from reader!!)
𓏵 watching your friends talk bad about a boy they barely knew frustrated you, but you didn’t know it’d end with you fucking him *ੈ✩‧₊˚
ナナ’s ⦂ ty anon for requesting!! 🫶 alsooo i saw the wishies in incheon for d2 of into the wish 🥹 they were so cute
seeing jaehee sit in the front corner of class, come to school everyday with a perfect attendance, somehow always get perfect results on his tests, it made you more curious about him. everyone, other than his handful of friends, murmured about how ‘weird and quiet’ he was, but you never understood it. you couldn't deny that he was quiet, only seeing him speak when it comes to answering questions, but weird? he was not weird.
you and your friends were sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch, when the conversation suddenly switched to jaehee.
“he’s so creepy, he never talks to anyone but his friends and the teachers.” one of them said, squinting their eyes at him, who sat on the other side of the hall. “what a freak.”
and for some reason, you found yourself defending him, despite not knowing him. “he’s not creepy? i don’t get why you guys dislike him so much.” all you saw was a sweet boy who preferred to keep to himself.
“he never goes to any of the parties and just stays at home and studies, even when there’s no tests! you can’t tell me that’s normal behaviour.”
hearing your friends shittalk jaehee like this, especially when they didn’t even know him, riled you up. you got up from the bench, took your tray, and went to sit at jaehee’s table instead.
more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
as you put your tray down on the table, all of jaehee’s friends watched you with sharp eyes. “hey,” you smiled at jaehee, scooting into the bench. “sorry- is it okay if i sit here?” you realized that you had basically invited yourself to their table, not knowing a single one of them.
you noticed how his cheeks turned a slight hue of red while you spoke to him, biting your cheek to keep yourself from giggling.
“y-yeah, it’s fine.” the corners of his lips tugged up back at you.
the rest of lunch was spent in silence, quiet stares at one another, and the occasional “sorry” when jaehee would accidentally bump knees with you. once the bell rang, you all separated into your classes, leaving you and jaehee alone, walking to class together.
“i don’t get why so many people think you’re weird,” you said, breaking the piercing silence. “i never understood it. you’re really nice, jaehee.”
he hesitated to respond, unsure of what to say. “thanks, y/n.” his voice was sheepish, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “you’re really nice, too.”
after your small interaction, you and jaehee started to hang out more – he even started to help you with work you didn’t understand. you decided to invite over to your house so he could help you with some of your coursework and maybe watch a movie, too.
the second the clock ticked to 4:30pm, your phone buzzed with jaehee’s profile picture popping up.
hey, i’m outside :)
okayyy i’m coming
you unlocked the door, letting jaehee into your dorm and apologizing for the mess.
“sorry, i’ve been busy and haven’t had time to clean up.” you looked at the couch behind you that was littered with papers. but he didn’t respond. he was frozen on the spot, ears turned completely red. “are you okay?”
he finally snapped out of his trance, blinking back into reality. “o-oh, sorry. i’m fine.” his tone was awkward, a nervous laugh slipping out. “should we start working?” he asked, cutting the topic off short.
for the rest of the hangout, he seemed oddly awkward. you thought that you two were over that hurdle, comfortable enough to hang out on your own, but today, he just seemed on edge. you could be asking him a question about how to write something, or how to format it, and he would be staring at you in a trance, at a loss for what to say.
it didn’t make any sense… until you caught him.
both of you were sitting on your bed, supposedly focused on your coursework. “so, do i write it like this? or do i make this a separate part?” you kept your eyes on your laptop’s screen but jaehee wasn’t answering you again. uncertain of why he wasn’t responding, you looked to your side, ending up face to face with him.
you followed his line of vision, which ended up on your chest. he was staring at your chest.
“hey,” you snapped your fingers. “my eyes are up here, jaehee.”
blood immediately rushed to his face. “i’m sorry, y/n, i didn’t mean to!” he buried his face into the palms of his hands, hiding himself from your confrontation.
but you couldn’t blame him. your shirt was cut low and it barely held your chest, your tits basically spilling out of your shirt.
while he was trying to hide his embarrassment, you laughed at his reaction, smiling at how ashamed he was. “it’s fine, jaehee.” you peeled his hands away from his face, which was painted completely red. though when it came to him, it wasn’t fine whatsoever. as much as you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t help but notice the way his dick strained against his sweatpants.
“you’re hard from looking at my tits?” you purred, placing a hand on jaehee’s thigh. “maybe you are a loser.”
jaehee looked down to his pants which had a huge tent in it. “don’t look…” he used his hands to cover himself, but you already decided to help him with it.
“take your pants off.” however, it seemed like jaehee didn’t hear you. “pup, take your pants off.” you tilted his chin up, holding his head to look at you with your fingers.
he slowly got up and tugged his pants down to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. the way he was sitting like an obedient puppy, the way he was looking at you with glossed eyes, it made you hungry to hear his whimpers as you grinded your core against him.
you clicked your tongue, you run your hand over his thigh, watching as his bulge grew. “take everything off, jae.” he steadily started getting more obedient, following your instructions quicker this time. his cock instantly slipped out of his boxers, slapping against his abdomen. he let out a sharp breath as the cold air hit him, feeling small as you looked down at him.
“stay still,” you pulled your shorts down and positioned yourself over jaehee’s cock, your knees on both sides of him, holding on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you lined yourself up with him. his cock stretched you out as you sunk down on him, drawing a soft moan out of you as he dug deep in your pussy.
“fuuuck, jae. you’re so big.” you threw your head back in pleasure, arching your back into him. “just hold onto my waist, okay? tell me if it’s too much.”
keeping your pace steady, you moved up and down on his cock, hands wrapped behind his neck. “mngh- so fucking good, pup. filling me up so well.” you continued riding jaehee until his moans got more frequent, telling you he was close.
you dismounted from jaehee’s lap, pulling his cock out from your pussy, deciding to suck him off instead.
“come sit on the edge.” you patted the space on your bed, positioning yourself on the ground, kneeling between his legs. your mouth worked around his tip, swirling your tongue along his slit.
“mmph! feels s’good.” he leaned back on his elbows, shutting his eyes as you took his whole length in your mouth. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, y/n-” without another word, you mouth filled his with load, shooting down your throat.
once you had swallowed all of him, you got up from the ground, sitting beside jaehee who was panting, his chest quickly rising and dropping. his arms wrapped around you hesitantly, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. but you leaned into his body, giving him more confidence to hold you properly.
“did so good for me, pup.” you held his face with one hand, pressing a kiss to his face, while the other tangled in his hair. “thanks, jae.”
his face was flushed, barely comprehending what you were saying. “y-yeah…”
“c’mon, let’s go shower, baby.” your hands slid from his face down to his abdomen, tracing faint lines over his abs, leaving him all shy under your touch.
but he couldn’t say anything, all he could think about was how good you felt around him. he eagerly nodded, letting you pull him to the bathroom.
by the time you and jaehee had finished showering, you had gotten tired, ready to take a nap. but it seemed like jaehee was still thinking about helping you finish your work.
“so… do you still need help with your coursework?” he asked timidly.
you chuckled at his nervousness, shaking your head. “it’s fine, i wanna go to sleep.” you extended your arms out to him, signalling him to come closer. “c’mere, you’re warm.”
the both of you cuddled on your bed, limbs intertwined with one another’s as you fell asleep in jaehee’s embrace.
