ok so sion strip tease when. i support him still wearing boxers. but strip tease sion plz
i don’t usually write stuff like this so it might actually suck 💀🫡
warnings: implied sex, nudity, hickeys, pet names
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The warm sheets of your bed spread warmth through your body, the room only dimly lit by a mood lamp and string lights. Your boyfriend has been pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbones for what feels like ages. The skin is moist and most likely bruised from the sucking sensation and soothing drag of his tongue. “Sion… No more teasing…” You whine softly as you push his shoulders forcing his lips away from your heated skin. He looks down at you with kiss swollen lips, shining with saliva and lust. His eyes are blown with need but the knowing smirk on his face is enough to tell he won’t be giving you what you want just yet. Your gaze shamelessly wanders over his body in a pair of jeans that look too tight in the right places and a thin black tank top. It’s not hard to see the outline of his defined abs and pecs through the shirt, he’s hovering over you which is preventing you from running your fingertips over them. “Needy?” He smiles and kisses your shoulder, inhaling your perfume before pulling back to look at you. “Don’t move, stay right here for me baby. Eyes on me the whole time.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. “Can you do that for me?” You nod and he kisses your lips softly before slipping out of bed and standing near the footboard. The mood lamp illuminates his figure, broad shoulders, flexed biceps, and muscular thighs. He slowly moves his hand from his shoulder down the expanse of his chest, his finger catches on the strap of his tank top, tugging it before it snaps back into place. His hand doesn’t stop it’s slow drag over his abdomen, gently following the groove of every defined muscle under his thin shirt before reaching the hem of the top and pinching it between his fingers. He doesn’t pull it up. Just watches your reaction, his pink tongue slipping over his bottom lip before he smirks at you on the bed. “Need something?” He already knows what you want, what you need, but he won’t do anything until you use your words. You know him well enough to know this. “Take it off.” You don’t bother looking at his face, your eyes are fixed on the sliver of waist peeking out where his tank top is barely lifted between his index finger and thumb. “What was that?” Sion says in an eerily calm tone, chilling your heated body. Your breath hitches at the sound of his voice and you swallow thickly. “Take it off, please.” He smiles and nods as you correct yourself. “Good girl.” With that, he hooks his fingers into the hem of the shirt and lifts it over his head exposing his upper body to you. You can feel a familiar heat in your body starting to overwhelm you as your gaze drags over the thin layer of sweat covering his abs. Golden skin glistening in the light. He steps closer to you letting you run your fingers over the newly exposed skin. His muscles tense under your touch, his breath hitches slightly. You use the advantage to reach for the button of his jeans, but you’re quickly stopped by his hand on your wrist. “Just watching, remember?” He smiles and rubs his thumb over your hand before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. He slowly pulls the zipper down, the only sound in the room aside from both of your heavy breaths. Once he slips out of his jeans, you can clearly see you’re not the only one affected by all of this. You stare at your beautiful boyfriend in front of you in only a pair of boxers. “Sion please…” His eyes move over your figure on the bed before walking towards you. “You wanna touch now?” You immediately nod at the question, any shame is gone. As he climbs over you on the mattress, his hands reach for the hem of your top. “I’ll let you, since you’ve been so good for me.”
