"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.
❛❛ 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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Summary - Your boyfriend is so desperate not to come that he can't enjoy sex... You find a quick fix.
Genre - smut, established AU, fluffy
Word count - <1k
Everything was perfect.
Soft jazz was playing, your string lights were on, and you were riding your sexy boyfriend.
Sion's skin was flushed deep red, his eyes screwed shut. His shirt was abandoned on the floor. You traced the caramel planes of his chest, thumbing his dark nipples and watching his cross necklace glint.
The grasp of his strong fingers made your hips ache - but you didn't mind. You loved how utterly pussy drunk your boyfriend got. The squeeze of him inside you was all worth it.
Only today, something was wrong.
Sion's eyebrows were twitching. He was mumbling something under his breath, long and fast.
It didn't sound sexy. It sounded… stressful.
"Baby?" you said. "You okay?"
He didn't reply.
"Sion!" you gasped. "Are you reciting the digits of pi right now?"
Sion's eyes flew open. "No. Maybe. Why?"
"We're meant to be connecting as a couple. I'm playing our special song!"
"I love the song," he mumbled.
"You can't hear the song," you said. "You're too busy reciting bloody mathematics."*
Sion ran his hands through his hair, hiding his face. "You know why I do it," he said quietly. "It's the only way I can last."
"Sion," you said, brushing the hair out of his face and kissing his eyelids. "Have you ever considered that I don't care how long you last?"
Sion peeked at you through thick lashes.
"I would take one minute of real sex with you over twenty minutes of this."
Sion kissed between your breasts desperately, then flopped back on the pillow. "One minute? When I look at those, I can't last half of that."
"Thirty seconds then. I don't care."
"Well… maybe." Sion said. "I can try."
"No maths, no dead puppies and no thinking about your grandma. Just focus on me."
You pulled yourself off him. "Get on top of me."
"But I'll come too soon-" Sion started, then bit his lip. "Right. Not worrying about that."
Sion abandoned the condom and rolled on a new one.
He shifted over you on the bed. He blew his fringe out of his face and settled between your thighs. You stroked the strong swell of his bicep. "Perfect."
Sion screwed up his nose, shy under your gaze. "Enjoy this moment, because it's not lasting long!"
Sion put one hand between your bodies and guided himself inside you. The stretch of his fat cock inside you was perfect.
As he began to move, Sion's eyes were already wandering the room, his lips moving in the old recitations.
"Hey," you said, slapping his cheek. "Eyes on me."
The moment Sion saw you, he moaned and his dick twitched inside you.
"Uh oh," he said. You felt his abs tighten. His breaths stuttered. "Shit."
"Don't worry," you whispered. "You're allowed to come, remember?"
Sion took a deep breath, and his body relaxed.
As he rolled into you now, it was a whole new feeling. Electricity crackled between you. Each soft kiss, each swirl of his cool tongue in your ear, felt so good it burned. Every now and then, he stopped to suck your nipples with wide, glassy eyes.
His breaths started quiet, then grew into long, drawn out moans.
"Wow," he said. "This is so hot. I'm never reciting pi again."
You stared coyly into his wide, dark eyes. "You fuck me so good, Sion."
"Don't say that! It makes it harder not to…" he said, biting his lip and thrusting into you faster. Sion was already falling apart, his thrusts uneven, his hip bones clashing against yours. His lashes fluttered, his eyelids drooping from the pleasure.
His fingers bruised your clit, drawing tight circles as he always did when he was close.
"I mean it, Sion," you whispered, teasing him a little. "This pussy belongs to you. I want you to fill me up."
"I said don't say stuff like that!" Sion said, his brow creasing, his hands screwing up the bedsheets. "I'm going to come, aren't I?"
"Don't fight it," you said, suddenly excited. "Relax into it."
Watching Sion come was the best part of your day. He was intense, almost melodramatic when it came to sex - his orgasms were like fireworks.
"Fuckkkk…" Sion sighed, as he surrendered to the pleasure. He snapped his hips against yours, once, twice, his eyes fixed on your breasts. For one delicious second, he gritted his teeth, his face contorting wildly like an anime character.
Then, he collapsed, his cheek squeezing your neck. Your boyfriend was utterly spent.
For a long while, you fingered the stiff long hair at the base of his neck, while he fought to get his breath back.
"How was that?" you said.
"Too fucking good," he mumbled, still inside you. "How long was that?"
"I wasn't counting-"
"Tell me the truth.
"Fine," you said. "About… two minutes?"
Sion groaned and pushed off you. He tutted disapprovingly at the condom he'd filled as he threw it in the bin.
He fell back on the bed, resting his head on his swelling biceps. He kicked the twisted sheets like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Stupid piece of shit! I hate my dick!"
"Relax!" you said, tickling his arm. "That was the best sex I've had in a while. That's how we're doing it from now on, okay?"
"From now on, we're going to have sex for two minutes?" he said, looking darkly at you.
"Oh no," you said. "Now, you're going to lick my pussy for half an hour." You smirked. "Is that long enough for you?"
Sion grinned, the colour instantly returning to his face.
He grabbed your thighs and spread them eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation.
"That sounds just about right…"
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sion had known you were drunk the second you tried to introduce yourself to him again. “hi,” you had said, blinking up at him with a smile that took up your entire face. “i’m yn.”
“i know.”
“you’re really pretty.”
“thank you.”
“do i know you?”
“unfortunately.”
that had been twenty minutes ago. now the bar was behind you, the city lit up by streetlights and passing headlights, and you had completely given up on walking. which was how sion ended up carrying you the rest of the way to your dorm. he was fully carrying you, one arm hooked under your knees and the other supporting your back as if you weighed absolutely nothing. you had spent the first five minutes giggling every time he adjusted his grip.
“stop laughing.”
“i’m not laughing.” you immediately started laughing harder. sion sighed. “this is going to be the longest walk home ever.”
“you love me.”
“you’re so drunk.”
“you still love me.”
he physically rolled his eyes, which only made you laugh harder. your head tipped back dramatically, hair dangling toward the pavement as you stared upside down at the world. “everything looks weird.”
“that’s because you’re upside down.”
“no, i think the street is upside down.”
“yeah.”
you squinted at him. “you’re making fun of me.”
“maybe.”
you tried to cross your arms, which was difficult considering you were currently being carried like a princess. sion barely reacted. every once in a while he’d shift you slightly higher against his chest without even breaking stride. the movement always made your stomach flip. “you’re strong. thank god for the gym" you stared at him after that.
then kept staring ... and kept staring. after a few seconds, sion immediately knew where this was headed. “what?” your smile somehow got bigger. “you’re really handsome.” he groaned. “here we go.”
“no, seriously.”
“yn.”
“like really handsome.”
“thank you.”
“do you have a girlfriend?” sion stared down at you for a moment before letting out a disbelieving laugh. one arm tightened beneath your knees as he adjusted you higher against his chest. “yn,” he said slowly, like he couldn’t believe this conversation was happening, “you are my girlfriend.”
you stared at him for a few seconds then your eyes suddenly widened. “no way.” sion immediately groaned and adjusted his hold on you. “yes way.” “seriously?” you asked, staring up at him. “yes, seriously.” your jaw dropped. “i’m your girlfriend?”
"you've been my girlfriend for 3 years" a shocked laugh burst out of you and you slapped a hand over your mouth. “that’s crazy. you picked me?” “i did," his tone was flat but you could see the faint smile creeping onto his face. your smile softened as you stared up at him. “you take good care of me.”
for the first time all night sion went quiet. the teasing disappeared from your voice and it was replaced by simple honesty. he glanced down and found you already starting to fade. your head was tucked against his shoulder now and your eyes drifting closed more and more with every passing second. every sentence seemed harder for you to hold onto than the last.
“someone has to,” he muttered. you hummed happily and snuggled closer against him. “good.” he felt your grip on his shirt loosen as sleep finally started winning. your breathing slowed and your body grew heavier in his arms as you relaxed completely against him. before he could say anything else, you were asleep. sion looked down at you for a moment before adjusting you slightly higher in his arms. your head immediately settled beneath his chin. he couldn’t help shaking his head to himself.
plot- you and sion used to be the best friends everyone knew of. what happens when one moment you are at the dopest party and the next second, you are at a random washroom getting teased by your mean fwb buddy who used to be the sweetest guy....yeah not a good look....
pairing- fwb!sion!×fwb!reader!
genre and cw- 3.7k words, fwb au, frat situation, popular, smut(18+), sion is mean af, reader is no less of a freak, frat boy sion, sorority girl reader, degrading, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex(f receiving), hardcore, dom sion, sub reader,overstimulation, reader is frustrated af, sion was a sweet guy before....
note- wow.... this was a rollercoaster, i was so excited to write this but then i realised i had no time. so here it is, two days later....
The sting of the breakup still clung to you, a bitter aftertaste in every moment. Days blurred into a monotonous cycle of grief and self-pity, each morning a fresh battle against the urge to pull the covers over your head and disappear. Sion, your unwavering constant, navigated this landscape of your sorrow with the precision of a seasoned guide.
He’d show up with extra coffee when a deadline loomed, a forgotten textbook appearing magically on your desk, and during your red week, he transformed into a one-man comfort crew; a mountain of dark chocolate, a bouquet of your favorite snacks, and a curated list of the most melodramatic, tear-jerking films known to humanity. He even sat through them with you, feigning interest as you sobbed into a pillow.
One rain-slicked afternoon, the sky mirroring the grayness in your soul, you sat hunched on his worn leather couch, a half-eaten pint of ice cream forgotten on the coffee table. He watched you, a silent assessment in his eyes, before he spoke, his voice low, almost a murmur against the drumming rain.
"This can't go on, y/n."
You merely sniffed, pulling your knees closer to your chest.
"You deserve better than this wallowing," he continued, his gaze unwavering. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his hands clasped loosely. "I have an idea."
You finally looked at him, your eyes swollen and red. "What idea?"
He hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. "We could... try something different. Something to help you forget him. Something to remind you what it feels like to be wanted." His voice dropped further, a conspiratorial whisper. "Friends with benefits."
The words hung in the air, thick and heavy. Your breath hitched. Sion? Your best friend, the one who knew every embarrassing story, every childhood dream, every fear? The thought was startling, a jarring shift in the familiar tapestry of your relationship. You pictured his face, his easy smile, his comforting presence, and tried to superimpose a different image – one of intimacy, of raw desire. It felt… alien.
"Sion," you breathed, the name a question, a plea.
"I know," he interrupted, his voice rougher now. "It changes things. Everything. But I can't watch you like this anymore. I can't. And... I think it might work." He didn't elaborate on how it might work, or why he thought it was a good idea, not really. He just held your gaze, his eyes intense, searching.
You spent the rest of that day in a daze, his suggestion echoing in your mind. The familiarity of his touch, the comfort of his presence, now tinged with a new, thrillingly dangerous possibility. Sleep offered no escape; his words replayed, his gaze burned. The next morning, a faint tremor ran through you as you called him.
"I'll do it," you said, your voice barely a whisper. The line went silent for a moment, then you heard his relieved sigh, a sound that somehow both comforted and terrified you.
And boy, was that a situation.
The first time, the air crackled with unspoken tension. You both moved with a hesitant awkwardness, a dance of two people who knew each other intimately but were now navigating entirely new terrain. He fumbled with the buttons on your shirt, his breath warm on your neck, and you giggled, a nervous, breathless sound. But then, something shifted. A switch flipped.
Sion, the sweet, attentive best friend, vanished. In his place stood a man you barely recognized, a primal force of nature. He pushed you back onto the bed, his grip firm, almost bruising. His eyes, usually warm and kind, now held a predatory glint.
"Don't you dare hide," he growled, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His mouth crashed onto yours, a violent possession, his tongue plunging deep, mimicking the penetration to come. He tore at your clothes, the fabric ripping with a satisfying tear, exposing your trembling skin to the cool air.
"You're a slut, y/n," he whispered against your lips, pulling back just enough to watch your reaction. His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his. "A pathetic, needy little slut who can't keep a man."
Tears pricked your eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness. They were a strange mix of shock, arousal, and a burgeoning, forbidden thrill. He was meaner than Miss Trunchbull, harsher than any lover you'd ever known. He called you names, degraded you with every thrust, every biting word. Yet, with every tear that tracked a path down your temple, a new sensation bloomed within you, a dark, exciting flower. You discovered a part of yourself you never knew existed, a submissive hunger that responded to his cruel tenderness.
Sometimes, after one of those tumultuous nights, he’d walk you to class, his hand casually brushing yours, the familiar best-friend dynamic momentarily reasserting itself. But then you’d catch the eyes of the jocks, lingering on you, their gazes appreciative, hungry. Sion’s jaw would clench, a muscle twitching beneath his skin. His eyes would narrow, a possessive fire burning in their depths. He couldn’t do anything, not really. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He wasn’t even your friend, not in the way he used to be.
He was just... Sion. And you were just... you. Two people tangled in a web of unspoken feelings and raw, unbridled sex.
The Alpha Phi frat house, a monolithic structure of brick and ivy, pulsed with a perpetual hum of energy. Its ragers were legendary, whispered about in hushed tones across campus. As a member of Zeta Tau, you knew an invitation to an Alpha Phi party was less an invite and more a royal summons.
This year, the Christmas Eve Rager was the talk of the town. Whispers of ice luges, secret rooms, and a DJ flown in from Ibiza circulated like wildfire. You decided to go, dragging your sorority sisters along, a giddy anticipation bubbling in your chest. The air outside the frat house was crisp, biting, but inside, a humid heat enveloped you, thick with the scent of cheap beer, sweat, and something vaguely metallic.
The party was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and booming bass. Five beer pong tables blazed simultaneously, the rhythmic clink of plastic cups punctuated by shouts of victory and groans of defeat. Couples, fueled by liquid courage, pressed against each other in shadowy corners, their movements a silent, primal dance.
The music throbbed, a visceral beat that vibrated through your bones, compelling you to move. This was it. This was the escape you craved. You wondered where Sion was, a fleeting thought, quickly dismissed. Who cared? You were here to party.
Two hours in, the world had softened around the edges. God only knew how many different concoctions had slid down your throat, a dizzying cocktail of sweet, sour, and vaguely chemical. You were beyond tipsy, a delightful lightness permeating your limbs, making every movement effortless, every laugh a little louder. On the dance floor, a sea of gyrating bodies, a warmth pressed against your back. You didn’t mind. You barely registered it. You just kept moving, your hips swaying to the infectious rhythm.
Then, you turned, your arms instinctively wrapping around the body behind you, a faceless presence in the pulsating darkness. He said something, a murmur against your ear, and you laughed, a genuine, uninhibited sound that surprised even yourself. You leaned into him, letting the music carry you both, your bodies moving in a shared, unthinking rhythm.
From a shadowed alcove across the room, Sion watched. The girl he’d been talking to, a bright, bubbly blonde from the art department, prattled on about her latest exhibition, but her words were swallowed by the roaring in his ears. His eyes, usually sharp and discerning, were now a molten red, fixed on you. On him. The way your body arched, the effortless intimacy of your dance, the way you laughed, tilting your head back. A raw, possessive fury ignited within him, scorching everything in its path.
He didn't say a word to the blonde. He merely shoved her aside, a rough, unthinking motion that sent her stumbling. He moved through the throng of bodies like a predator, his shoulders cutting through the crowd, his gaze locked on you. The air around him seemed to crackle with his rage.
You were still laughing, your head thrown back, when a hand, strong and unyielding, clamped around your arm. You cried out, startled, as you were yanked away from your dance partner.
"What the hell, man?" the guy protested, his voice laced with annoyance.
Sion didn't even glance at him. He merely fixed him with a look, a silent, menacing promise of violence that made the guy's bravado evaporate. He swallowed, his eyes widening, and took a hasty step back.
He dragged you, unresisting, through the labyrinthine corridors of the frat house, past drunken revelers and discarded cups, until he found a small, dimly lit bathroom. He kicked the door shut with his foot.
The stale air, thick with the scent of cheap air freshener and something vaguely chemical, suddenly felt charged, electric. He spun you around, pressing you against the cold, tiled wall, his body caging yours. His hands, rough and demanding, tangled in your hair, yanking your head back. His mouth descended, a brutal, consuming force, cutting off your gasp. His lips were hot, urgent, his tongue invading your mouth with a ferocity that left you breathless. He tasted of beer and something else, something wild and untamed.
His free hand roamed, a burning brand against your skin. It slid down your back, pressing you harder against him, then dipped lower, cupping your ass, squeezing, kneading the flesh through your jeans. Your knees buckled, a sudden weakness spreading through your limbs. You moaned, a muffled sound against his lips, your body arching into his, a desperate need blooming deep within you. He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to allow you to gasp for air, his eyes blazing down at you.
"You think you can just dance with any asshole?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His thumb traced the curve of your jaw, then pressed against your bottom lip, forcing it open. "You think you can just give that away?"
You whimpered, a choked sound, your head swimming with the intoxicating mix of alcohol and his raw dominance. His fingers, still tangled in your hair, pulled, tilting your head back further, exposing your throat. His mouth found the sensitive skin beneath your ear, trailing a path of fire down your neck, his teeth nipping, sucking, leaving angry red marks.
He lifted you, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, your hips grinding against his. The sudden friction sent a jolt through you, a searing heat that spread through your core. He slammed your back against the door, the impact jarring, but you barely noticed, lost in the whirlwind of sensation. His hand delved beneath your shirt, his cold fingers brushing against your heated skin, sending shivers down your spine. He found your breast, his thumb circling your nipple, teasing it into a hard, aching peak. You arched into his touch, a desperate plea escaping your lips.
"Want it, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a rasp against your ear.
"You little whore. You want it so bad."
He pulled away abruptly, leaving you gasping, shivering against the cold door. He scooped you up, one arm beneath your knees, the other supporting your back, and strode out of the bathroom, ignoring the curious glances and drunken shouts. He carried you through the throng, his gaze fixed straight ahead, a man on a mission. The stairs were a blur, the music fading as he ascended to the upper floors, where the bedrooms were.
He kicked open a door, revealing a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and something uniquely masculine. He carried you to the bed, a rumpled expanse of sheets, and practically threw you onto it. You landed with a soft thud, your hair fanning out around your head like a dark halo against the pillows.
He stood over you for a moment, his chest heaving, his eyes burning into yours, a silent challenge in their depths. Then, with a swift, fluid motion, he ripped off his tank top, revealing a sculpted torso, a canvas of taut muscle and sinew. He tossed it aside, the damp fabric landing with a soft sound on the floor.
He leaned over you, his weight pressing you deeper into the mattress. His mouth found yours again, a slow, deliberate claiming, his tongue exploring every crevice, every soft fold. He pulled back, his lips swollen, glistening. His gaze dropped to your chest, your top now a crumpled mess around your waist, exposing your lace bra.
"Pathetic," he murmured, his fingers hooking into the delicate lace, tearing it with a satisfying rip. Your breasts sprang free, pale and trembling in the dim light. He lowered his head, his tongue tracing the curve of one, then the other, before closing his mouth around a nipple, sucking with a primal hunger that sent a jolt straight to your core. You cried out, arching your back, your fingers digging into the sheets.
He worked his way down, his lips trailing a path of fire across your stomach, his tongue flicking at your navel. He paused, his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your abdomen.
"Such a good little slut," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you."
The words, harsh and demeaning, ignited a strange, desperate pleasure within you. You whimpered, a choked sound, your hips beginning to buck instinctively beneath him. He tore off your jeans, the denim shucking down your legs, leaving you bare and vulnerable. He tossed them aside, his gaze fixed on the dark patch of hair between your legs, already glistening with anticipation.
He knelt between your thighs, spreading them wide, his fingers brushing against your clit, a feather-light touch that sent a shockwave through your entire body. You gasped, your hips lifting, desperate for more.
"Not yet," he growled, his eyes dark with predatory intent. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out, tasting you, a hot, wet exploration. He licked, he sucked, he swirled, his tongue a relentless assault on your already overstimulated clit. You cried out, a high-pitched sound, your fingers digging into his hair, pulling, urging him on.
He moved lower, his tongue delving into the folds of your pussy, teasing your labia, before finding your clit again, his mouth closing around it, sucking with a fierce hunger. Your body convulsed, a wave of pleasure washing over you, but he didn't stop. He kept going, his tongue a merciless weapon, driving you higher and higher, to the edge of an orgasm that refused to break. You whimpered, frustrated, your body writhing beneath him, desperate for release.
"Please," you sobbed, the word torn from your throat. "Sion, please."
He pulled back, his face flushed, his eyes gleaming. "Beg harder," he commanded, his voice rough. "Tell me what a good little whore you are."
You were beyond thought, beyond shame. "I'm a good whore," you choked out, tears streaming down your face. "Please, Sion. Fuck me."
He nodded, a slow, deliberate movement, a triumphant glint in his eyes. He fumbled with his jeans, pulling them down, his hard, throbbing cock springing free, thick and engorged, glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself between your legs, his cock pressing against your wet entrance, a blunt, insistent pressure.
You spread your legs wider, desperate, your body trembling with anticipation. He didn't hesitate. He thrust forward, a single, powerful stroke that drove him deep inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. You cried out, a mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure, your nails digging into his back.
He pulled back almost completely, then plunged again, a relentless rhythm beginning, his hips slamming against yours, the bedsprings groaning beneath your combined weight. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, a rhythmic sound that echoed in the small room. Your pussy gripped him tightly, milking him, urging him deeper.
"Such a tight little cunt," he grunted, his breath ragged, his face contorted with exertion. "Feels so good. So goddamn good."
He pulled out, a wet, sucking sound, and you whimpered, a desperate plea. He ignored you, flipping you onto your stomach, pushing your ass up, exposing your wet, swollen pussy to the dim light. He slapped your ass, a sharp, stinging sensation that made you cry out.
"Naughty whore," he whispered, his voice a low growl. He spread your ass cheeks, his fingers delving into your asshole, teasing, stretching the tight opening. You gasped, a foreign sensation, both painful and strangely exciting. He moved his fingers, then, with a practiced ease, he slid one of his fingers deep inside your ass, stretching you wider.
He then, without warning, pushed his cock into your pussy again, a hard, fast thrust that made you scream. He rode you from behind, his hips pumping relentlessly, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, lifting, slamming you down onto his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, a brutal, beautiful assault on your senses. You were a mess of moans, gasps, and tears, your body twitching, spasming with every thrust.
He reached around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it with a relentless rhythm as he continued to pound into you. The overstimulation was almost unbearable. You were so close, so agonizingly close, but he wouldn't let you fall. He drove you to the brink, then pulled back, only to push you over again, a cruel game of cat and mouse. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming.
"Cum for me, y/n," he commanded, his voice hoarse. "Cum for your master."
You thrashed, your nails tearing at the sheets, your body a symphony of desperate movements. "I can't," you sobbed, frustrated tears blurring your vision. "Sion, please, I can't."
He laughed, a dark, triumphant sound. "Oh, you will. You always do."
He kept going, relentless, merciless, until finally, with a guttural roar, he pulled out, a thick stream of hot cum erupting from his cock, shooting deep inside you, a warm, sticky rush that filled you completely. You screamed, a primal sound, as your body finally convulsed, a series of violent spasms, an orgasm that left you shaking, spent, utterly drained.
He collapsed beside you, his breathing heavy, his body slick with sweat. He pulled you close, spooning your trembling form, his arm thrown possessively over your waist. You were exhausted, physically and emotionally, your body aching in places you didn't know existed. The last thing you remembered was the soft thud of your head against the pillow, and then, mercifully, darkness.
The morning light, filtering through the grimy window, assaulted your eyes. Your head pounded, a relentless drumbeat behind your temples, as if someone were drilling into your skull. You groaned, a low, guttural sound, and shifted slightly, the movement sending a fresh wave of nausea washing over you.
You opened your eyes, blinking against the unwelcome light. Sion was there, propped up on his elbow, watching you. His expression was unreadable, an indifferent mask that sent a chill through you. The raw, primal hunger of the night before had vanished, replaced by a cool detachment that felt like a slap in the face.
A wave of sadness washed over you, thick and heavy. You had lost him, hadn't you? The Sion who brought you ice cream, who talked to your teachers, who downloaded cringe melodramas. That Sion was gone, replaced by this stranger who looked at you with such cold eyes.
Yet, beneath the sadness, a strange warmth bloomed. He was here. He had been with you. And in some twisted, fucked-up way, you were glad.
You managed a weak smile, a silent acknowledgment of the night’s debauchery. He didn't return it. He merely continued to stare, his gaze unwavering.
"It's Saturday," you mumbled, your voice raspy. "Good thing it's the weekend."
He nodded, a curt, almost imperceptible movement. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his back to you, and began to pull on a pair of sweatpants. The casualness of his movements, the complete lack of emotion, stung.
He drove you home in silence, the early morning streets deserted, save for a few stray joggers. The air in the car was thick with unspoken words, a tangible tension that made your skin prickle. When he finally pulled up to your sorority house, he cut the engine, the sudden silence deafening.
He turned to you, his gaze still unreadable. "You alright?" he asked, his voice surprisingly soft, a faint echo of the old Sion. "Did I... do anything last night that you were uncomfortable with?"
You blinked, surprised. This was the most he’d spoken to you since the arrangement began. The question, gentle and unexpected, disarmed you.
"I..." You hesitated, searching for the right words. "No. Not really." You paused, then plunged forward. "But I miss you, Sion." The words tumbled out, raw and honest. "I miss my best friend. I miss how you used to be."
His jaw tightened, a flicker of something, perhaps pain, crossing his face before it was quickly masked. He looked away, staring out the windshield at the empty street. The silence stretched, long and uncomfortable, punctuated only by the distant chirping of birds.
"I know," he finally said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "I know I've been... different." He turned back to you, his eyes holding a hint of the warmth you remembered. "I'll try. I'll try to be the old me again."
A genuine, unbidden grin spread across your face. Hope, a fragile, delicate thing, unfurled in your chest. You reached out, your fingers finding his cheek, pinching it playfully, just like old times.
"Good," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "Because I really, really like the old you."
He didn't pull away. He even leaned into your touch for a moment, a faint smile playing on his lips, a ghost of the best friend you thought you'd lost. The air in the car, once heavy with tension, now felt lighter, infused with the fragile promise of a new beginning.
he said sitting on his face is the best study method.
pairing :: nerd!sion x fem reader
genre :: smut, fluff if you really really squint wc :: 680
content :: est. rs, cunnilingus, overstim, sion is just happy you’re riding his face dawg
andbie time !! :: posting this before my yushi fic dw i hear you guys… i hear you…
perma&of age taglist :: @titsoutformrk @yvshi @tae2an
he tried his best to teach you with notes. he really did.
but you just won’t understand.
“f-fuck si… i can’t answer—“
“yes you can.”
he licks another long stripe on your pussy, making you grip the headboard tighter, your eyes squeezed shut.
your nerdy boyfriend had the idea where he—eats you out, aka riding his face, while he gives you a q&a regarding your upcoming midterms. you thought it’s a win for you, but no.
getting eaten out while trying to study is torture. your mind doesn’t know how to focus where it matters more.
you mindlessly move your hips slowly, but every time your boyfriend stops fucking you with his tongue to ask a question, or to give you a fact, an embarrassing whine comes out of your lips.
“you know what the— fuck— schrödinger’s cat is?” sion asks, voice muffled as he barely—barely even let his mouth detach from your pussy.
“u-uhm… created by the physicist erwin— mmh— schrödinger,” you managed to breathed out, maybe you’re starting to regret teaching your boyfriend how to eat you out.
he hums beneath you, the vibration from his voice sending more pleasure in you. “good, and what does the—“ he cuts himself off, feeling you quiver on top of him.
“if you wanna come, you need to answer correctly first. please baby?” he requests (begs), he cannot demand you for his life—you even notice the hint of nervousness as he asked you.
he looks up at you, and you look down at him. his glasses all fogged up by his immense breathing, also lopsided, already on the tip of his nose.
but you can see it in his eyes, he’s enjoying this, so much. he cannot believe that he’s teaching you while he tastes you. hands gripping your thighs so tight that it’s leaving marks right after, definitely.
he gives your pussy a suck, making a plop sound right after, before asking you. “what does the schrödinger cat prove?”
he makes sure to fuck you with his tongue again before you can answer, this time with something more—like he’s pushing you to the brim on purpose.
you whine so melodically, that he feels his dick leak more precum than it’s already leaking. “i-it proves n-nothing… it’s an experiment that tried to highlight t-the problems the erwin dude saw in the—fuck sion…!”
you begin to move your hips in a faster pace, feeling an orgasm that’s threatening to release, but you try your best holding it in—because of the man underneath you, who is currently worshipping you—with his mouth.
“keep talking to me baby.” he says without taking a break, his eyes watching your overly-pleasured face.
“saw in the—copenhagen interpretation.” you finished your answer, and hoping to god that you got it right.
you feel him smile, and he gives your thighs a tight squeeze. “did so good baby.” he mutters.
he suddenly pulls you down even more, making you completely sitting on his face. “si… you won’t be able to breathe..!” you say out of worry.
he hums beneath you, like he didn’t know that. he wants you to suffocate him, he wants you to know that he worships you.
he knows you can feel the outline of his glasses, but he also knows just how much you love it when he has it on, only you can take it off for him.
he sucks your clit one last time, before he feels heat just dripping out of your core, and he takes his time cleaning you up—making sure his eyes are on you, and yours on him.
“sion…” you breathed out, not being able to even finish your sentence.
you lay down next to him, your entire body quickly giving up, but sion? his cheeks warms up, his eyes closed, he really looks like a dork.
a dork who just deliciously tortured you.
he looks at you with a shy smile, wrapping an arm around your waist, mouth smeared with your arousal, you can even see specs of your orgasm on his lenses.
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ BURNING HOT 🧸ྀི — beach day with shy bf sion and shy yn... seeing him shirtless for the first time >.< ( wc 919 )
[ extras ] suggestive maybe? not sure. yn is very flustered. sion is too. they are fools<3
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! did u see that one clip of him shirtless. yeah. im not sane. here i thought 'ah! cutesy summer fic' but....
@kstrucknet ˙ . ꒷ 🪸 . 𖦹˙— @neocity-net
the sun prickled your skin and you tried to ignore the sweat dribbling down your back and temples. it was way too hot but you wanted to finish your chapter before dipping into the sea.
the sound of distant laughs made you smile, enjoying the view from afar. your boyfriend and his friends were playing in the water, splashing each other and squeaking. the youngest even had water guns.
there was another reason why you decided to stay on the shore.
your boyfriend.
sure, you've dated for half a year now and he was the perfect significant other you could've ever dream of. but the sight of him shirtless made your brain turn into a pulp. you're naturally shy — as shy as sion — and you were relieved when he didn't question when you blamed the redness on your face on the sun.
totally not because you just saw him take off his shirt out of a sudden, the sight of his body making your mind go blank.
you've founds yourself gnawing on your bottom lip, rereading a sentence for like tenth time in a row.
your boyfriend is incredibly hot. and he just like that… threw his t-shirt and ran after his friends into the sea.
you took a sharp breath, shaking your head — as if to help you shake off your thoughts. looking up, you gulped. sion was coming your way, running his fingers through his wet hair. trying not to focus on his defined stomach, you quickly stared down at the book. the words on the paper didn't make sense one bit. you were just listening in to the sounds of footsteps on the sand.
"hey, baby…" he breathed out and plopped down hard next to you, droplets of water landing on your skin. "i'm totally not taking to you to run away from saku's attempt to drown me"
you giggled and continued to stare at your book. trying your best not to peek and stare—
but he looked so effortlessly good! breathing heavily from the fun in the water, his hard… abs… moving…
"how's your book?" sion asked and smiled softly upon catching your gaze and cheeks dusted with deep blush.
"stunning. i mean, good. very." you choked out and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. be normal be normal be normal…
"i'm glad then. anything caught your interest in partcular?" he asked, teasingly. you peeked an eye open and looked him in the face, only to look away quickly.
you and sion were both awfully shy, which often lead your friends to madness. but you both didn't mind that, knowing it brought you closer and mutually helped each other to be a little bit bolder.
"n-no" you stuttered, nervously drawing shapes in the sand. sion huffed, his ears burning. he clearly knew the effect he had on you and he'd lie if he said it didn't make him confident.
sion shuffled closer to you, his side touching yours. his sturdy arm wrapped around your shoulder and brought you closer, allowing him to see how red your neck turned.
"you know… i don't mind you admiring" he mumbled into the shell of your ear, his breath hot and sticky against your sweaty skin. you gulped, feeling your throat go dry like a desert.
"shut up…" you murmured weakly, biting your lip. blood rushed to your face and if you didn't cool down any second, you were sure to get a heat stroke. (reason? no, not the sun. the menace sitting next to you.)
sion grabbed your hand and suddenly placed it against his abs. you let out a shriek, pulling away.
"you're so mean! so hot for no reason! stop teasing me… it's not my fault… you're… shirtless for the first time…" your voice grew quieter with each word and you buried your face in the crook of your elbow, resting your arms on your knees. sion just laughed, moving your hair to the side from your back.
"and here i thought it's simply because of the weather" he giggled and placed a soft kiss on the nape of your neck. "forgive me?"
you looked up, cheeks burning. you were relieved to see that he's flustered too: his ears and neck were as red as a can of coca cola laying on the towel next to you.
you nodded slowly, unsure what to say.
"do you want to join us? you need to cool down" he grinned and quickly added, embarassed. "not… because of me… well… maybe. but like, well… you've been in the sun and— you might get a stroke. but if not that's cool. i mean— not cool if you do get a stroke but it's, like, cool if you don't want to… join… us."
you grinned and stood up, reaching a hand out to help him.
"i'd love to join you in the water. please protect me from being drowned by them, though" you smiled. he might be hot and insanely cute but he's still an awkward mess.
"sure! you can hop on my back if you want" sion sent you a boyish smile and frowned. your mind was getting dizzy all over again: the thought of being carried on his sturdy back… while he holds you… "y/n?"
"you will be the death of mine" you grumbled and hesitantly squeezed his hand.
sion just interlocked his fingers with yours, leading you to the water. completely forgetting he was, indeed, supposed to lure you in so his friends can surprise splash you.
