ok so sion strip tease when. i support him still wearing boxers. but strip tease sion plz
i don’t usually write stuff like this so it might actually suck 💀🫡
warnings: implied sex, nudity, hickeys, pet names
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The warm sheets of your bed spread warmth through your body, the room only dimly lit by a mood lamp and string lights. Your boyfriend has been pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbones for what feels like ages. The skin is moist and most likely bruised from the sucking sensation and soothing drag of his tongue.
“Sion… No more teasing…” You whine softly as you push his shoulders forcing his lips away from your heated skin. He looks down at you with kiss swollen lips, shining with saliva and lust. His eyes are blown with need but the knowing smirk on his face is enough to tell he won’t be giving you what you want just yet.
Your gaze shamelessly wanders over his body in a pair of jeans that look too tight in the right places and a thin black tank top. It’s not hard to see the outline of his defined abs and pecs through the shirt, he’s hovering over you which is preventing you from running your fingertips over them.
“Needy?” He smiles and kisses your shoulder, inhaling your perfume before pulling back to look at you. “Don’t move, stay right here for me baby. Eyes on me the whole time.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. “Can you do that for me?” You nod and he kisses your lips softly before slipping out of bed and standing near the footboard. The mood lamp illuminates his figure, broad shoulders, flexed biceps, and muscular thighs.
He slowly moves his hand from his shoulder down the expanse of his chest, his finger catches on the strap of his tank top, tugging it before it snaps back into place. His hand doesn’t stop it’s slow drag over his abdomen, gently following the groove of every defined muscle under his thin shirt before reaching the hem of the top and pinching it between his fingers.
He doesn’t pull it up. Just watches your reaction, his pink tongue slipping over his bottom lip before he smirks at you on the bed. “Need something?” He already knows what you want, what you need, but he won’t do anything until you use your words. You know him well enough to know this. “Take it off.” You don’t bother looking at his face, your eyes are fixed on the sliver of waist peeking out where his tank top is barely lifted between his index finger and thumb.
“What was that?” Sion says in an eerily calm tone, chilling your heated body. Your breath hitches at the sound of his voice and you swallow thickly. “Take it off, please.” He smiles and nods as you correct yourself. “Good girl.” With that, he hooks his fingers into the hem of the shirt and lifts it over his head exposing his upper body to you.
You can feel a familiar heat in your body starting to overwhelm you as your gaze drags over the thin layer of sweat covering his abs. Golden skin glistening in the light. He steps closer to you letting you run your fingers over the newly exposed skin. His muscles tense under your touch, his breath hitches slightly.
You use the advantage to reach for the button of his jeans, but you’re quickly stopped by his hand on your wrist. “Just watching, remember?” He smiles and rubs his thumb over your hand before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. He slowly pulls the zipper down, the only sound in the room aside from both of your heavy breaths.
Once he slips out of his jeans, you can clearly see you’re not the only one affected by all of this. You stare at your beautiful boyfriend in front of you in only a pair of boxers.
“Sion please…”
His eyes move over your figure on the bed before walking towards you. “You wanna touch now?” You immediately nod at the question, any shame is gone.
As he climbs over you on the mattress, his hands reach for the hem of your top. “I’ll let you, since you’ve been so good for me.”
A Woman's Perspective...pt.2 oh!sion x asfab reader
"Things that I do for you, hopin’ you’ll do to me, the same things I do to you. That's equality...’ - POV By DVSN
WARNING: THIS FANFIC INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING
slow burn, non!idol au, a little nipple play, college!au, oral sex(m!r), kissing, masturbation(f), plot with smut, non-established relationship, L-bomb, shy!reader, service dom!idol, panty stealing, body worship, annoying/teasing sion, cursing, no reader orgasm, praise, experienced idol, non-experienced reader, and more. If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away. IF YOU ARE A MINOR GO AWAY! DO NOT INTERACT!
6.4k wc! Plus-size friendly, written with woc in mind! sorry in advance for any mistakes!
“What's your problem with me?”
Your heart dropped to your feet. After the debate, you avoided Sion, making it impossible for him to even get a word in before you turned and walked away. During class you would sit as far away from him as possible—though you’d still look his way, you didn’t even argue back when he’d make points that were very clearly wrong just to rile you up. He noticed it right away, you pulling back from him—avoiding him. Your words were much softer, voice a bit quieter, you were very clearly bothered by him, but not in the way you used to be.
The only logical explanation was that you didn’t enjoy yourself—not as much as you told him anyway, you obviously hated it, or maybe felt pressured. All Sion wanted was an explanation, if you hated it then he would understand, but he couldn’t go on like this. He missed being around you, he missed how you would yell, the way your eyes would be lit up with fire every time he spoke, how you clung to his every word simply to combat them. So when he saw you scrambling to leave, quickly gathering your things, he grabbed his bag and rushed out the door, all so he could corner you and finally understand what was wrong.
“Problem?” You tried to keep your chin up, scoffing in his face as you rolled your eyes. “Why would I have a problem with you?” You couldnt even look him in the eyes, not even at his face, your horrible attempt to seem unbothered was pitiful.
Sion narrowed his eyes at you, conflicted with emotions. “Then why are you avoiding me?” He asked, “you haven’t talked of me since the debate.”
You tensed at his tone, it was so direct and his words were the complete truth. He has every right to assume you suddenly hate him, you didn’t even try to hide it.
“Did I do something?” He leaned a bit closer, his head tilted as he searched your face for something—anything to understand. Just anything to help him grasp what happened. “Do you hate me?”
Your heart was pounding. You felt tongue tied, your emotions and thoughts scrambled and complicated. Do you hate him? Tch! How could you? Why would you? That day two weeks ago was one of the best things to ever happened to you, Sion brought you to a point of pleasure you thought impossible—unrealistic even. You couldn’t truly hate him if you tried, but…but you couldn’t bring yourself to see him again. You felt humiliated, like you’d been declawed, and even worse, like that complicated feeling between distain and admiration was something much—much worse.
“Please…” His voice was soft, his tone gentle and genuine. Your eyes flickered to him despite your best efforts, and your heart clenched. “Just tell me, what did I do wrong?”
Your silence made his hands sweat, his heart racing with anxious anticipation for your response. You wanted to explain, but you didn’t know what to say.
“I…” You inhaled deeply, your heart stuttering for a split second, “I don’t.” You replied.
Obviously your reply confused him. “You don’t?” He questioned, “Y/N, please, you gotta use more words than that.” The inflection in his tone made your stomach churn.
God! you hated how weak he made you. “I—I don’t hate you.” You lowered your gaze
“Then why won’t you talk to me?” He asked in a rushed tone.
“Because…” Sion answered for you.
“Because you didn’t enjoy yourself?” You almost snapped your neck to look at him.
“What?!” You exclaimed, “Of course I did!” You replied. Luckily, there was no one else around in the empty hallway.
“Then what is it?” He pressed, “Do you feel like I pressured you?” You jerked your head back in offense.
“What are you talking about?”
You couldn’t believe he would even suggest that, the question itself felt loaded, like he was implying that he tricked you—coerced you, into something. You didn’t say yes because he played some dirty game, or because he talked you into it. You said yes because you wanted to, you said yes because you were curious. Even if he wanted it more than you, and even if he had motives for being so happy about being your partner, you still said yes. It was your choice just as much as it was his.
“Then what?” He stepped closer to you, the space between you dwindling. “What is it that’s making you avoid me?”
You looked at him again, this time you looked into his eyes. They were so full of longing and curiosity, you could see that this was eating away at him, just screaming at you for being cruel. You felt that same feeling again, the same bitter feeling of remorse you had when you thought you made him cry—only this time, much stronger.
“Sion…” You sighed his name, breaking eye contact as you tried to think of a better excuse. “I don’t hate you, and you didn’t pressure me into doing anything, okay?” His expression softened but the ache he felt was etched into his face.
“So why are you avoiding me?” His throat tightened, his face flushed.
“Because…” And you stopped again. Your silence made him roll his eyes, was it really that hard? “Because I—I don’t know.” His face fell.
All this time he thought he did something, he made excuses for you—logical and illogical ones, mentally forgiving you for each and every one, beating himself up for others and trying to come up with a proper apology…just for you not to know why you’re ignoring him? Sion inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, obviously he needed to give you time to process your emotions, he can see that now.
“I get it.” As he dejected you panicked. He never gives up that easily. “You don’t have to explain yourself, I won’t pressure you into giving me an answer.”
You opened your mouth to speak as you looked at him, but your words caught in your throat. “When you’re ready to talk, I’ll listen.”
His patience made you kick yourself. How could he be so mature about this? He has every right to be upset, to yell at you and say he hates you, but instead, he’s just gonna give up and walk away? For some reason—one that doesn’t register in your head, you stopped him.
“Sion,” You looked at him through your lashes, and your heart raced. “I…like you…” You admitted.
He knew this, you told him before, but it still made his breathing catch in his throat. “I like you a lot.” You paused and dropped your gaze as a lump formed in your throat, “I just…feel…embarrassed.” You finally got the truth out, and at this new revelation Sion grinned.
The frustration and heartbreak he felt subsided as he connected the dots. How didn’t he notice it? The way you would lower your head around him, biting your lip, how you would stumble on your words—something you hardly ever did when having to speak during class. How didn’t he see it?
“Embarrassed?” And there it was, the humor in his tone that made you want to crawl in a hole and die. “Why would you be embarrassed?” He questioned. You began to mentally tick off reasons.
You actually admitted to liking him, let him change your mind entirely about something you were sure of, and worst of all; you came from grinding against his thigh. You weren’t just embarrassed—you were humiliated. You truly did feel declawed.
“Because of you!” The bite in your tone returned, but it was much softer than before. Sion smirked.
“Me?” You rolled your eyes, going from concerned to annoyed in a matter of milliseconds. “How did I embarrass you?” He asked with a slight chuckle. You looked at him and narrowed your eyes.
“If anything, you shouldve felt empowered.” His claim made your eyes widen.
“Empowered?!” Theres a lot of things you felt after Sion ate you out. Embarrassed, humiliated, confused, happy, electrified, reborn—but empowered? “Why the hell would that make me feel empowered?”
Sion licked his lips, the answer to him was so simple, it only made sense. “Because,” he started. “A man got on his knees for you, didn’t it feel good?” He teased. “Having a man get on his knees, please you, and ask for nothing in return?”
You sharply inhaled, you didn’t think about it like that. In your eyes, you were the one toyed with, but in Sion’s—in Sion’s eyes, he was your toy, just something for you to get off on, something for you to use. That revelation made all the disorganized thoughts in your head jump in line. He’s right, you were in charge. Sion snickered and shook his head, as if he couldn’t stop himself from laughing he doubled over, bursting out into laughter.
“Oh—Oh my god!” He cackled loudly and you watched in confusion, scared to ask what he thought was funny. “You—Your face!” He shook his head, throwing his head back.
“What’s so funny?” You asked growing anxious.
“You!” He declared, his fit of laughter died down and he locked eyes with you, intense and amused. “Does it make you feel better if you image me as a toy?”
You choked on a breath, your eyes buck wide. “H—Huh?!” Admittedly, it did make you feel better, and you thought that was what he meant.
“It does,” he stated, “doesn’t it?” His words came out in a slow and deliberate manner, like he wanted you to second guess what he’d just said.
You were in charge, right? Hell if you knew, Sion made it hard to know up from down. This was why you always fought with him, yelling and jabbing your finger at him as you tried to beat into his mind—and reaffirm in your own, that you were right.
“Don’t worry,” He reached his hand up and gently caressed your face. Your entire body stiffened, heat rising underneath his palm and spreading down your neck. “I’ll be your toy, if that’s what you want.”
Your lips parted and the anger you felt weakened. His finger grazed your bottom lip and your knees buckled, heat beginning to pool in your lower abdomen as your breathing hallows. “But, Y/N…” His words stirred up your mind, your eyes flickered down to his lips as he spoke. You hummed softly, disarmed by his touch.
“Don’t ignore me anymore, okay?” You nodded as if your head were empty, your knees growing weak as he grinned. “Good girl.” He moved his hand from your face and petted the top of your head, lightly pushing you back, making you stumble a bit as you slowly collected yourself.
“I still have your panties.” Sion said, not an ounce of shame in his voice. You blinked, finally coming back down from the sudden and intense heightened state from before. You shushed him and looked around to see if anyone had heard him.
That’s right, you did go back home without any panties on, you figured you must’ve left them by mistake—reasonably you weren’t at all concerned about anything other than Sion at the time, so the thought of them hadn’t crossed your mind. But at the mention of them, you recall the pair being your favorite and you certainly don’t want him to keep them.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You asked in a hushed voice. Sion cocked his brow at you, and you sighed in understanding. He must’ve tried to but you did good at avoiding him.
“Do you want them back?” His question made your heart race, like it meant something more—like you were walking in a trap, yet, you said yes and followed him back to his apartment.
“Here they are.” He held them in his hand with a smirk on his face.
You eyed the cotton material, they were clean, like they were freshly washed, and soft like they were given some sort of special treatment. You took them from his hand and the smell made you frown, you couldn’t help but bring them up to your nose—they smelt just like him. Like fresh laundry.
“Why’d you wash them?” Sion’s face flushed, he licked his lips and looked away from you.
“Uh,” he held back a laugh. “Just because.” Your eyebrows knotted together and you put them in your back pocket.
“Anyways…” You looked around his bedroom. It was the same as you remembered it, his bed looked just as comfortable as before, his entire room smelt amazing, and his desk was still neat. “I’m gonna go, thanks for washing them…I guess.”
You turned to leave, wanting to get out of his apartment before the memories of that day began to flood in, but he stopped you.
“Wait.” You turned on your heels. “I was actually hoping you would stay for a while.” His big brown eyes held you captive. Deep down you were dying to stay, just to spend a little bit of time with him and melt in his almost offensively pleasurable touch. But, as infatuated with him as you felt, you couldn’t shake the anger he made you feel.
“I’m sorry.” You gave him a tense smile, “but, uhm, you know I have to study and I really need to get home before it’s too late.”
“I can help you study.” Your breath hitched as he stepped closer to you. Sion looked annoyingly attractive, his silky black hair parted down the middle, his pillow soft lips slightly wet with his own saliva. He looked painfully perfect. You looked down at his lips and licked your own.
You really—really, needed to leave. “N—No! No, it’s okay. I haven’t ate either, and I need to shower—“ He cut you off.
“You can shower here, and I’ll get you dinner.” He took another step closer, with every inch of space swallowed by his body it became increasingly difficult to breathe, to think.
You shook your head, “I can’t…really.” You tried to find the part of you that hated him for being everything you wanted, everything you needed, but she was screaming at you to kiss him. That part of you wanted him to undress you and touch you in ways that would make a nun blush.
“You really don’t want to?” Sion asked, though his tone was playful, he was serious. If you didn’t want to stay, he wouldn’t try to convince you.
“I…” You couldn’t bring yourself to lie, no matter how bad you tried, you couldn’t get the stupid words to come out. “I’ll stay.” Sion’s lips twitched, he bit back a smile and raised his eyebrows in a caring gesture.
“If you really don’t want to, you don’t have to.” He clarified, “It’s okay to tell me no, you know that, right?” You nodded, breathless as your thoughts began to wander. “So, do you want to stay?” You nodded.
“I want to.” With those three words Sion nodded, grinning ear to ear as he looked at you.
“Okay then, I’ll help you study.”
And he did, for an hour he sat with you going over the notes for your biochemistry class. He read them back to you and questioned you about the things you had written, and although you knew the answers to the questions he asked, you couldn’t get any of them correct. Your mind was filled with thoughts of him, you couldn’t focus if you were paid to, all you could think of was Sion, Sion, and Sion.
Your eyes were trained on his hands, watching his fingers as he toyed with the edges of the pages. You fought hard not to, but your mind kept replying how they looked coated in your juices, how he sucked them clean, how they felt in side of you. You clenched your thighs together, your body growing hot as a slickness builds between your legs. God, you wanted him so fucking bad. So badly that you didn’t even hear him call your name.
“Y/N!” He snapped his fingers in your face and you flinched back, letting go of a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“Y—Yeah?” Sion sighed and shook his head, pretending to be upset that you weren’t paying attention—he did a horrible job at hiding his smile.
“Did you hear what I said?” You looked away from him, trying to recall anything he said in the past few seconds. All your thoughts were overrode by the image of him between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as his tongue swirled around your clit. He took your silence for a no. “I said, we should take a break. I’ll order some food and you can shower, it’ll be here by the time you get out.”
You laughed awkwardly, trying to pretend that you heard him the first time. “Oh! I was uhm, I was just thinking about what to eat.” You cleared your throat and scratched the back of your neck. “You can get anything…whatever is fine.”
Sion didn’t press you into answering, instead he nodded his head and pulled out his phone. “You can get a towel from my room, there should be one in my closet, I just washed it.” You nodded and quietly thanked him before getting up from the kitchen table and stumbling a bit—you prayed he didn’t catch that. You inhaled deeply and walked carefully to his bedroom.
For some reason you felt aroused, being in his room felt intimate, it was driving you insane. You desperately needed to touch yourself, but a cold shower would have to be enough. You opened his closet and folded neatly on a shelf was a soft grey towel, beside it were a stack of black tank tops. You bit your lip, you hated when he wore those, they always looked so good on him. Your fingers grazed the soft material and you let out a shaky breath. You felt like such a pervert, but even touching his shirt turned you on.
“I need to calm down…” you ripped your hand away from his shirt and snatched the towel, rushing off to his bathroom so you could shower.
His bathroom was nicely cleaned, stocked with all of his personal hygiene products and supplies, you slide the glass door opened and turned on the warm water. Letting it run for a moment before undressing. Even that turned you on, you felt feral, undressing in his bathroom, in the same space that he undresses in did something to you. There was no way you’d be able to shower without touching yourself.
You stepped into the water and sighed softly, allowing the water to cascade down your body, the heat engulfing you as the room grew foggy. With your eyes closed you slide your hand down your body, between your breasts and between your thighs, moaning softly—thoughtlessly, as your fingers grazed against your clit, not considering for a moment that Sion might hear.
It didn’t cross your mind for a moment that he could possibly hear you as you pleased yourself in his shower—you couldn’t think logically with your mind so clouded with lust, your thoughts were hazy, the image of him lingering. His hands, his lips, the look on his face when he feels prideful, you focused on the combination of those things. Imagining him behind you, his strong body pressed against yours as he kissed your neck. Your breathing grew heavier—louder.
You could hear him in your head, praising you. “You’re so pretty.” “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” You moaned loudly, leaning against the wall to steady yourself. Your lips trembled as his name left your lips, you could hear it now, him encouraging you to be louder, to say his name, and best of all, to cum for him. And you did, you gasped, your eyes screwed shut as you threw your head back and called out his name, finishing in record timing.
After coming down you began to wash yourself, smiling at the scent of his soap as you lathered your body in it. “No wonder he always smells so good.” You muttered to yourself. You took your time before turning the water off, and wrapped your body in the towel tightly. Feeling much happier, and relaxed, you exited the bathroom with a smile, but it slowly dropped when you realized that you didn’t have a second pair of clothes to wear.
“Fuck…” You hesitated but walked into the kitchen, “Sion?” He looked up and his air got caught in his throat.
You had to be testing him, his eyes racked over your entire body, drinking in the sight of your skin—still wet, and your body covered with his favorite towel. He could’ve fainted right there.
“Uhm, yeah?” He ripped his eyes away from your legs, forcing himself to look only at your eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any clothes to wear.” Sion almost cursed, he didn’t think of that.
“Uh…I could wash the clothes you just took off.” He suggested, fighting between being a pervert and being respectful. “Bring them here, I’ll put them in the washer.” You put your hand on your hip, narrowing your eyes as you fought not to blame him or accuse him of planning this.
“What am I supposed to do in the meantime?”
“Sit on my face?” Sion wanted to say, but instead, he stood up and inhaled deeply, thinking hard for a solution that would make you feel comfortable. “Well, itll only take a little while for your clothes to dry.” He answered.
“Just wait and I’ll get your clothes.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes as he walked past you to retrieve your clothes from the bathroom.
“Great, now I’m stuck like this…” You huffed and held your towel together as you sat down on his couch, it felt weird to be naked in his apartment, equally as intimate but strange.
“Here.” Sion came back with the pair of underwear he returned, holding them out to you, “You can put these on for now.”
“Thanks…” You took them and stood up.
With a grin he licked his lips and asked, “so how was your shower?” In a knowing tone. Immediately you froze and looked at him. “Was it good?”
You tensed and laughed awkwardly, “it was just a shower…” “nothing special.” You muttered.
Sion pouted his lips and raised his brow, “really?” He asked in a teasing tone, “It sounded special to me.” You looked at him like a deer in headlights. No…no way he heard you. “It sounded like you really—really…enjoyed that shower.”
You wanted to curl up in a ball and die. You hadn’t even realized that he heard you, you assumed that the water would be louder than you were, or that he was just too busy to hear you.
“You must’ve really needed that, huh?” He smirked, amused by your petrified expression. Sion took advantage of your stunned state and closed the space between your bodies, “You know,” he started. “If you wanted me that bad, you could always ask.”
You looked up at him, speechless and embarrassed, yet strangely turned on. “You know I love to please.” Your knees buckled and he quickly caught you, placing his hands on your sides with a smirk on his face.
“Gosh…I fucking hate you…” You replied weakly. Sion cooed softly.
“You do?” He asked in a mocking tone, you could feel yourself growing increasingly aroused all over again.
“Yeah.” Your tone was harsh and dripping in lust.
“Yeah?” He mocked. “How much, hm?” He leaned in close, his lips brushed against yours and your heart skipped a beat.
“So—So much…”
“Well, I love you.” You placed your hands on his chest, your eyes closed and your lips parted. “So fucking much.” Finally, he kisssd you.
Your bodies melt into the kiss, his tongue slips into your mouth and you moan softly, he swallows it, his hands gripping your sides as he pulls you closer. Your tongues roll around together, this time there is no fight for dominance, Sion over powers you with ease. You grip his shirt and he moves one hand to your lower back, sliding it down to your ass. He pulls away and begins attacking your neck, littering your freshly washed skin with hungry kisses as he groped your ass.
“S—Sion…” Your voice is shaky, you wrapped your arms around him and put one hand in his hair, gripping the locks tightly as you leaned your head back.
“I love it when you say my name.” Sion’s voice was trembling, desire taking over as he licked a strip up your neck, kissing over the spot again, sucking softly as he went lower, kissing your shoulders and collars. His hand slid down from your butt, hooking behind your knee to bring your leg to his hip. Your soft gasp made him feel dizzy with lust.
It felt like he was going to eat you alive, like he would devour you. “Please,” he slowed his kisses, leaving his lips on your shoulder, “Tell me to stop.”
Sion didn’t want you to misunderstand, he really didn’t plan this, he only wanted to spend more time with you—genuinely, he just wanted you to stay for a little longer. Sex wasn’t on his mind, he was only hoping that he’d be able to weasel his way into your heart and make you love him as he did you. So he needed you to tell him to stop, to slap him and push him away. If you didn’t—if you didn’t he’d let the greed he has consume him and swallow you whole.
You shook your head, “Don’t stop.” Your breathing hallowed, “please don’t stop.” Sion paused for a moment and detached himself from you, he looked into your eyes. Searching for even the smallest amount of uncertainty, but there was none.
“Please, Sion…” You batted your eyes at him, “keep going.” It felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs. If you wanted him to keep going, he would. Sion kissed you again, this time messier than before, passionate as he slipped his tongue in your mouth.
He pulled away, making you follow his lips in an attempt to continue to heated kiss, “let’s go to my room…” He led you to his room and sat on his bed. “Come here…”
Your stomach clenched as you stood in front of him, he placed his hand on your waist and looked up at you. “Sit down.” You followed his command, sitting on his lap. Your legs were held open by his waist, your thighs on either side of him, the cool air grazing your wet core.
“Can I take this off?” You nodded and let him discarded of the towel, the only thing between your bodies now were his own clothes. “Fuck…” He kissed your shoulder and smiled against your skin, “You’re even prettier than I remembered.”
His hand cupped your breast and he dipped his head down, catching your nipple between his lips. Sion’s tongue swirls around the hardened bud, he sucks lightly on it, going much slower than last time. You sighed a soft moan, watching him with half lidded eyes. He looked up at you through his thick lashes and hummed softly against your skin.
“Wanna sit on my face?” You moaned at the thought, but shook your head.
“I wanna try something.” You pushed Sion back and he grinned, inhaling deeply as he looked up at you.
“You don’t have to do anything for me,” He clarified, “You know that, right?” You shushed him and pecked him softly on the lips.
Ever since the last time youve had this thought in the back of your mind—a thought you were ashamed of but excited by, for two weeks now all you could think of was pleasing Sion the same way he pleased you.
“Shhh.” Sion’s breathing became heavy, “Just let me.” His body surrendered to you, melting as you kisssd his neck, your lips pressing against his Adam’s Apple. His body shuddered and his hips unintentionally bucking underneath you.
“Can I?” You whispered in his ear, Sion’s brain was empty as badly as he wanted to say no he couldn’t deny you, if you wanted to—if you truly wanted to, then he would let you.
He nodded, too weak to think clearly. You grinned and placed a soft kiss on his lips, your hands slid down his chest, slipping underneath the hem of his shirt. Your fingers brushed against his lower abdomen, grazing his abs tenderly, your hips are planted on top of him. God, he was melting.
What happened to the girl who couldn’t even hold eye contact with him? The bulge in his pants twitched, he was aching to get out of his pants—anxious to touch you, but it was obvious you wanted control, so he moved at your pace. Sion let you lead, allowing your hands to roam his upper body in a painfully slow pace. You broke the kiss, pushing his shirt up, trying to get it off without his help. Sion grinned, looking up at you with his eyes half lidded and his lips wet.
“Let me help you.” He leaned up just a bit and slipped his shirt off, tossing it aside without care. This time, you were able to fully admire his body, your eyes drinking him in as you grew increasingly aroused. His perfect skin looked so appetizing.
You leaned down and kissed him, messy and impatient, not even waiting another second before shifting to his jaw. You placed hungry kisses down from his jaw to his neck, the contact of your warm lips made Sion tense. His body was on fire, his breathing was labored. Your teeth grazed his skin—the feeling driving him wild.
“Bite me…” he breathed out, desire dripping from his lips. You didn’t hesitate, you opened your mouth and lightly bit his shoulder, and then the junction of his neck and shoulder, sucking softly on his skin.
Sion moaned quietly, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back to give you full access. You were so lost in exploring his body, now you understood what he felt then. You kissed his Adam’s Apple and licked a strip up, stopping at his chin before kissing him once again. Sion wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your body against him as hard as he could, his tongue slipped in your mouth and he exhaled into your mouth.
“You’re driving me crazy…” he murmured against your lips. You couldn’t even respond, too breathless and too horny to think of anything other than touching him.
You broke away again and began kissing his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind as you went lower and lower until finally, you reached the band of his pants. Sion’s eyes widened, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at you as you gawked at the bulged in his pants.
Sion could still remember your answer to his question about oral sex, you hate giving, and he didn’t need it—he wouldn’t ask you to, so as you pressed your cheek against the erection in his pants he fought against himself, struggling between stopping you and allowing you to continue.
“You—You don’t have to.” Sion could hardly speak, his throat tightened as you looked up at him. You looked so fucking good.
“I want to.” You replied, your fingers hooked into his belt loop and you lightly tugged at them. “Can I?” Sion almost exploded, his heart skipped a beat and he nodded wordlessly.
You slowly pulled his pants down, ridding him of the last bit of clothing he had on, his underwear caught underneath them. Your eyes slightly widened in anticipation, you held your breath and he held his, your palms sweating. Sion lifted his hips just a little and finally, the erection that was hidden springs out, slapping against his lower abdomen with a soft thwacking sound that makes your walls clench around nothing at all.
“F—Fuck…” Sion softly whimpers, the feeling of the cool air, the expression on your face—he might cum just from that alone.
You can’t help but stare, the tip of his cock is pink like his lips and shiny with precum, the base a similar shade to his skin with two veins that run along the sides. Youve never—ever, felt the desire to do anything for a man, let alone use your mouth to please one. But Sion—gosh, Sion made you want to do everything in your power to make him cum.
“Please…” Sion spoke softly, his voice shaky. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been staring, his cock throbbed as you looked up at him, his lip between his teeth in an effort not to rush you. Your eyes flickered back down to his cock as you inhaled deeply, you wanted to do this.
You carefully wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and his whole body jumped, his warm length pulsing in the palm of your hand. Carefully, you stuck your tongue out and drew a short line up from your hand to the tip of his cock. Sion wanted to cry, his breathing stuck in his throat as his head lolled back and his eyes fluttered closed.
You loved his reaction, so you did it again. Licking up the almost flavorless precum, swallowing it without another thought. His stomach tightened, his abdomen flexing as he gripped the sheets in an effort not to cum from just you licking him. You swiped your tongue through the slit and wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around it as he moaned quietly.
“Oh my—fuck…” Sion covered his face with his arm as he thighs trembled.
You closed your eyes and slowly took more of him in your mouth, stopping at the middle of his length when the tip hit the back of your throat. His back arched and he forced his eyes open to look at you.
“A—Are you…” His voice quivered, “are you okay?” Sion asked, you opened your eyes and looked up at him through your lashes. His dick throbbed in your mouth, stomach warm as he licked his lips and tried to help you.
“You don’t…you don’t have to try taking it all, just—just take your time. Okay?” He sat up and caressed your face, his gaze holding a tenderness that made you fall in love with the feeling of his dick on your tongue. “Don’t force yourself…”
You batted your eyes at him and slowly bobbed your head, with less in your mouth you hallowed your cheeks a bit. Sion cursed under his breath and kept his hand on your face, silently encouraging you to keep a slow pace. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, moving his hand to the top of your head so he can lightly guide you.
“Just like that…” He praised, “You’re doing so good, baby.” You reached your hand between your legs, that was exactly what you imagined when you touched yourself in the shower. Sion praising you, his words of worship ringing in your head as your finger rubbed tight circles on your clit.
“Gosh, I love you so much.” Sion looked down at you, groaning as he watched you touch yourself with your lips wrapped around his cock. “Such a good girl.”he murmured to himself, “Does it feel good?” He pushed your head down a bit quicker, still gentle but just with a bit of a faster pace.
You hummed around him, rubbing yourself faster as you closed your eyes. “Look at me, baby.” Your stomach tighten, muscles clenching as the pit of warmth in your stomach began to spill over. You pried your eyes opened and looked in his eyes. Sion stared back at you with hooded eyes, glazed over with his pupils blown wide. His face licked with heat, cheeks flushed as his soft breaths turned into moans. You placed your hand on his thigh and your brows furrowed.
“You’re so fucking pretty…” Sion looked away first, his eyes rolled back as his hips—with a mind of their own, bucked up into your mouth. You gagged and almost pulled back, but instead, you kept going, pausing for just a second to catch your breath. “So pretty…so pretty…” he muttered lowly to himself.
Sion could feel himself getting close already, he wouldn’t last much longer like this. As badly as he wanted this to last forever, he couldn’t stop himself as his orgasm approached.
“W—Wait…” his voice was so soft you could hardly hear him, “I’m so…mm’so close…haa…haaa…” Sion began to pant, at this you could feel yourself reaching that same peak—you didn’t want to stop, you wanted to go all the way—for him to cum in your mouth just like you’d imagined.
“Y—Y/N!” Sion called out your name, his abdomen tightens and he forcibly restrains himself, gripping his covers as his body jerks, his head falls back again and he cries out your name in pleasure, unintentionally cumming in your mouth. “S—Shit…” His body convulses, trembling as he breathes heavily.
With a quiet pop, you release his cock from your mouth, your cheeks full of precum, spit, and cum. Sion—still dazed, scrambles to apologize. “I—I’m so sorry!” He swallows thickly while shaking his head, “I…I didn’t mean to,” He clarified, “Here, you can—you can spit it out.” You looked up at him confused. You have zero intentions of spitting, so, you swallowed everything in your mouth and licked your lips.
Sion’s eyes widened and he looked down at you in shock, so bewildered that he couldn’t begin to form a sentence. His brain was still fried, watching you swallow his cum only turned him on more, it didn’t even take more than thirty seconds and he was hard all over again.
“Was that good?” You asked, Sion was speechless, turned on, and undeniably in love with you. Without saying anything, he pulled you up from your knees and kisssd you, slipping his tongue in your mouth as he pulled you onto his lap. The kiss was full of passion, full of love, and desire—something you couldn’t put into words.
“You were perfect.” Sion answered against your lips, “let me take care of you now, okay?” You broke the kiss and leaned back, shaking your head.
“What’s wrong?”
You licked your lips, the taste of him faint. “Can you…” You struggled to get the words out yet, Sion knew exactly what you wanted. He wouldn’t give it to you though—not until you made it clear, not until he was sure he wasn’t just imagining things.
“Can I do what?” He asked, “tell me what you want, baby.” His tone slightly teasing. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and mustered up all the courage you had, inhaling deeply as your heart pounded in your chest.
"No, I-I never take advantage of a woman, I give women pleasure~" - Prince Neveen.
"Nothing turns me on like a woman's perspective..." -POV By DVSN
WARNING: THIS FANFIC INCLUDES THE FOLLOWING
non!idol au, slight slow burn maybe?, plot with smut, kissing, oral sex (f!r), nipple play, talk of dry humping, dry humping, reader orgasm, slight overstimulation, annoying/teasing Sion, slight enemies to lovers, L-bomb, non-established relationship, college!au, service dom!idol, non experienced!reader, experienced!idol, shy!reader, asfab!reader, fingering, talks of misogyny, talks of inequality, body worship, pleasure dom!idol, and cursing. If any of these things are triggering for you, please look away. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, GO AWAY! DO NOT INTERACT!
7.4k wc! Plus-size friendly, written with woc in mind!
“Do you like sex?”
Sion had always been curious about you, the adorable, nerdy, woman, with her cute head always stuck in between a book, eyes flickering between the words on the pages, and his face—sneaking glances as if he wouldn’t notice. During debates, you always get particularly riled up by him. He’s noticed this. Your words have a bit more bite to them, the delivery a bit more fierce, the way you speak, the gaze your eyes hold, it’s full of a burning passion. A mix of emotions you wear perfectly as you stress your side, something between hatred, disgust, understanding, and lust.
You can’t help but yell when debating him—no one else gets you that angry, yet Sion does so with ease, maybe that’s why you were assigned to be partners for an upcoming debate. The topic was ‘Feminism and Sex.’ Specifically exploring the idea that feminists have less sex, viewing the act as disgusting and degrading, while women who aren’t feminists have more and are more likely to have more partners. The topic made you roll your eyes, but Sion…oh, Sion LOVED it. And that’s why he asked with such genuine curiosity your view on sex.
“Ha…wh…why’d you ask like that?” You rolled your eyes at his question. The tone in his voice, the look in his eyes—sparkling with mischief and something else, it annoyed you; something in you hated Sion—despised him.
Sion shrugged, feigning innocence. “Like what?” He questioned. “I have to ask, how else will we come up with our point?”
He does have the right to ask, and you’re both adults, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult. In fact, knowing that you had to talk about this with him made it much, much worse.
“So…” He leaned in a bit closer, his laptop on the table in front of the two of you, his legs crossed and eyes narrowed. “Do you?”
You felt breathless. Sion is so unfortunately attractive. His big brown eyes always watch you so closely, you can always feel him looking at you. When he’s talking to his friends, you always catch him glancing at you. Every time you have the misfortune of bumping into him, he just has to touch you. You never miss the way he pretends to like adjusting your hair that he ‘ruined’ by bumping into you, or how he always lets his shoulder brush yours. Even when you have to sit beside him during your debate class—professor's choice, not yours—his leg always brushes against yours. Thighs pressed against each other as his breathing slowed, becoming shakier by the second.
“If it makes you feel better, I won’t laugh at you.” He took your silence for discomfort; you were thankful for that, but annoyed by his statement.
“Why would you?” You frowned at him, narrowing your eyes.
“Isn’t that what people do?” He asked, “Make fun of virgins?” Your eyes went wide.
A virgin?! You? Tch! Like hell, you've had a boyfriend before. Everyone knows you dated the exchange student Riku, and although it didn’t last long, both of you took the relationship seriously. How could he possibly accuse you of being a virgin?
“Who says I’m a virgin?” Sion smirked. Gosh, you hated how good a smirk looked on him, how his soft-looking, plush, and pink lips stretched just a bit. You fucking hated it.
“So, you aren’t?” He poked, “then…” He paused and leaned back against the chair, “Would you say that sex is enjoyable to you?” You inhaled, slowly filling your lungs with cool air, allowing them to fill until you felt they couldn’t anymore. You shrugged.
If you were going to pass this class, you needed to do well, so you pushed your embarrassment aside and answered honestly. “I guess so.” Sion chuckled, humored by your response.
“You guess?” You rolled your eyes. “You don’t have sex often, do you?”
“No,” you replied, “Not everyone likes to sleep with just anyone.” In your tone was that sweet venom he loved, the pleasurable bite that he craved. How could he not push your buttons a little?
“So then, do you agree that feminists dislike sex?” You jerked your head back in offense. How could he believe something like that?
“What?” You exclaimed, “Of course not!” Sion nodded.
“Because?”
“Because being a feminist doesn’t mean that I dislike sex, it means that I want to go to a car shop to get an oil change and not get overcharged. Being a feminist means that I don’t have a man talking over me because he feels his voice is more important than mine.” You explained through gritted teeth. If only you knew how much it turned him on to see you so passionate.
“I agree.” He replied calmly, but of course, his agreeing meant nothing; he was still curious, so he asked, “Then…when was the last time you had enjoyable sex?”
Your eyes almost popped out of your head. The last time? Hell, if you knew, you and Riku didn’t have sex…all you did was kiss and dry hump, sure it was nice but…it wasn’t the same. Now that you think about it, you can’t recall a time when you were fully satisfied after sex, a time when you felt pleased.
Your silence amuses him; it’s clear he finds humor in this. “Are you serious?” He asked in disbelief as you sat in deep thought, “Haven't you had at least one experience?”
You nervously bit your lip and cleared your throat. Sion couldn’t believe it, truly, he was lost for words. Sure, you seem shy and innocent on the outside, like kissing might come as a challenge for you, but…surely there’s been a guy who saw through that, one who felt the same surge of excitement he did when he spoke to you. A man who felt his skin tingle at every touch, his heart race at just the sound of your voice, and his pants tighten at the mere thought of you. The only explanation he can think of is that you actually are a virgin, and you’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
“Y/N, you don’t have to lie to me…it’s okay to be a virgin.” You glared at him, but it was so soft, like the paw of a cat.
“I’m not!” You declared passionately, with a huff, you sank into your seat. Luckily, he decided it would be better to study in his apartment, and even better that you accepted it. “I just—“ You sighed, “It’s just been a long time, okay?” You looked away from him.
“But even then, did you enjoy it?” You thought this was going to be about other women, not yourself. You didn’t respond again; you were in deep thought.
‘Did I?’ You asked yourself, you can swear that you've had sex before, that you've laid in a bed with another person and felt their bare body and that they’ve felt yours, but…you can remember if it was enjoyable or not. You can’t recall if you enjoyed the sex because it was good, or because sex is supposed to be enjoyable.
The look on your face told Sion everything he needed to know. Clearly, the answer was no, but he wanted to know why and what caused it, and using this project as an excuse was a perfect way to do so.
“So, in your opinion, what part of sex is the least enjoyable for a feminist?” He asked, “Penetration, oral sex, or any form of foreplay?”
You answered with ease this time, “Oral sex.” Sion looked like his eyes were about to fall out.
“Like, as in giving?” You nodded, trying to remain professional. For some reason, this made him sigh in relief, as if he was happy to know that it wasn’t the other way around. “Then, do you like receiving?”
You knotted your eyebrows together, “Receiving?” Sion grinned. He tried hard to contain himself, but he could feel his heart beginning to beat a little faster, and his skin felt warmer.
“You know…like, being pleased?” He unintentionally licked his lips, his tongue slowly poking out before he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and looked at you. “Do you like that?”
His question made your stomach tingle, you felt sick at how ease it was for Sion to fluster you. But it felt even worse admitting that you've never been…pleased orally, by a man. His eyes felt like they were prying into you; it was too intimate and too intense.
“I’ve never…” You cleared your throat awkwardly and looked away. “I’ve never tried it before.”
“Seriously?!” Sion shook his head, laughing in disbelief as he leaned his head back and ran a hand through his healthy black locks of hair, giving you a full view of his annoyingly perfect throat, allowing you to scowl pitifully at the unmarked skin.
You didn’t get what was so funny, so you hadn’t tried some things before? And? You didn’t feel like you were missing out; it didn’t make you any different. Sure, at times you were curious—you watched porn, you saw videos of women being eaten out and wondered what it was like, but you've also heard that sometimes it’s not even good. You’d rather not gamble.
“What about fingering?” Your expression remained the same. This time, he groaned, rolling his eyes as he leaned his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Was it really that big of a deal?
“I don’t see why it bothers you so much…” You grumbled, “This isn’t about me anyway. So stop making a big deal out of it.”
Sion shook his head. He reached across the table and grabbed your hand. His palm was warm and soft, his fingers long and slender, his nails clean and clipped. You could have kicked yourself for admiring the veins in his hand that wrapped around his forearm and kept going underneath the sleeve of his jacket.
“It’s not that, I just…” he paused. How can he explain that he’s actually upset that you’ve never been properly taken care of? “Aren’t you curious?” He asked sincerely. You looked at him, his big brown eyes pierced yours with something between care and lust.
Of course, you’re curious, you want to know what it’s like, but you also feel like you aren’t missing anything—or, at least, you did before Sion’s reaction. The way he looked at you made you feel like you really were missing something, like his response was fair.
“I mean…a little, but why would I waste my time?” You tried to pull yourself together, he was asking this to make you change your mind…that’s what you told yourself.
“It’s not a waste of time to feel good,” He replied.
“Why would a man do something to make a woman feel good and ask for nothing in return?” You questioned, “Men notoriously view acts of service as transactional. I can’t imagine that a man would do that and not want something in return.”
Sion grinned, “You feeling pleasure is why.” Your breathing caught in your throat.
He can see how you couldn’t understand, acts like paying for dinner, giving flowers, buying gifts, even something simple like cleaning, have been viewed as a way to earn something as a man. But he’s not like other men; the reward for eating you out is you feeling good. That’s why he does it.
“Men who please women…” His finger traced the back of your hand, his eyes watching it as he spoke in a soft tone, “Ones like me, we do it because it makes us feel good.” He explained. “I don’t need anything in return, as long as you feel good…as long as you finish.” He paused and looked at you.
The expression on your face was so cute, your eyes that usually bore just a bit of disdain were full of desire, curiosity, and lust. If he could, Sion would take a picture just to savor how pretty you looked.
“As long as you like it, I have everything I want. There would be nothing more to ask for.”
Your body felt like it was on fire. You could feel a slickness building between your legs, the heat making you feel slightly lightheaded, your breathing was much slower, yet every exhale was cut a bit shorter. The image was in your head, Sion…Sion between your legs, his eyes peaking up at you as his lips—glossy with your love—kissed and sucked, as his tongue licked and cleaned all over your pussy. The mental image made you feel dizzy, imagining his lips clamped over your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of your entrance as he grinned against your wet flesh…you felt like you were losing your mind.
You pulled your hand back and stood abruptly. “I need to use the bathroom,” Sion smirked, but he didn’t stop you. He pointed down the hall and sat back.
“Thanks…” You walked with a humiliating wobble, and your knees felt weak. What was wrong with you?
You closed the door behind you and leaned against the sink. With your eyes closed, you tried to steady your breathing. You couldn’t let Sion inside your head, no matter how good it sounded. Who cares if he gets off to pleasing women? Who cares if he’s hot and smart, good at listening, and knows that less is sometimes more? You didn’t…you tried not to. Standing in the bathroom, you gave yourself a quick pep talk. No matter what, you wouldn’t let Sion distract you; you had to reel it in and focus, or you’d be failing. So after washing your hands, you exited the bathroom with newfound, false confidence and sat down across from him. His face was flushed, his eyes were a bit low…he looked good enough to eat, but you ignored it and sighed.
“EHEM.” You pulled your laptop in front of you and tried to look unmoved again, but it was shaky. “We should probably start on our introduction now; we can work on each other’s point of view afterwards.”
Sion raised his eyebrows. You were clearly trying to ease the tension; it worked very little—hardly at all.
“Our introduction? I think we should make our introduction about the idea that feminists aren’t missing out, but are just, unfortunately, let down in the bedroom.” You stiffened a little, but nodded.
“Okay…that’s not bad.” Sion watched you, his eyes scanning you as you typed, your fingers messy over your keyboard. You were so clearly nervous.
“Maybe I should write the introduction.” He started, you looked at him—a big mistake. He looked like a snake, ready to coil around you and squeeze tight, before swallowing you whole and eating you alive.
“Why?” You asked while looking back down again.
“Because,” He sighed, “You wouldn’t know what you’re missing, you've never had it before.”
You inhaled sharply, both annoyed and intrigued. “Just because I’ve never experienced those things doesn’t mean you know better than me.” Sion pouted his lips playfully in a teasing manner.
“Of course it does.”
“How? You aren’t a woman.” You clarified.
“That’s true.” He replied, “But, you’ve never experienced anything from me before…so, therefore, you wouldn’t know what you’re missing.” You scoffed at his smugness.
“I can’t imagine that coming from you; I’m missing much.” But you were clearly lying; in fact, you imagined a whole new world of pleasure from Sion, one that makes you feel humiliated but satisfied.
“Trust me, you’re missing more than that pretty little head can imagine.”
“If that’s what helps you sleep at night.”
Sion went silent for a second. It should've comforted you—his talking was stirring up emotions in you that you felt ashamed of, but instead, this made you tense. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking; his silence felt worse than his voice, the way he looked at you, just eyeing you, eyes narrowed, cheeks kissed with redness, made you subconsciously squirm. It felt like he was unraveling you, like he could see through your perfect disguise. Only Sion could see through it, only he could stir you up like this, and he knew that, he knew that you didn’t truly believe that. Not when your eyes are burning with curiosity, he saw the way your eyes flickered down to his lips, even a blind man could see you wanted him.
“You really think that?” Sion smirked. Your hands began to sweat, his tone was so soft, almost like he was hurt but…enjoying it.
Your words caught in your throat, making you stutter, “Y—Yeah, of course I do…”
Sion turned his eyebrows upward, pouting a bit as he licked his lips and pulled his bottom one inward. “Really?” His voice became breathy, so passionate, tone dripping with just barely contained lust. “Why?”
You had to look away from him, it was killing you. He’s so painfully attractive, you can’t stop the honest words from leaving your mouth if you tried, “Because I hate you.” It looked like that only turned him on more. You hate him?
He asked again, “Why?” And your brain began ticking off reasons.
He’s annoyingly charming, he’s so good at everything he touches that it feels unfair, he’s dripping in sex appeal, he’s good at talking to women, he doesn’t talk over you, he respect what you say despite intentionally pissing you off. Sion is intelligent, he’s mature, responsible, and when he walks in a room he screams leader. Everyone wants him—it’s fucking annoying.
“Because…” You drew out a long deep breath, and he finished your sentence for you.
“Because you want me?” He taunted, “because you hate how much I turn you on? Because I distract you? Because I always know what you’re thinking?”
He was completely correct, you inhaled and leaned your head back, blinking your eyes to shoo away the image of him in your head as you chewed at your bottom lip anxiously.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” You didn’t respond, it felt like you didn’t have to. He knew already, why did he want you to say it? “C’mon…” He teased, his voice almost desperate in a way. “Tell me, you want me, don’t you?”
You looked at him, your throat felt tight, your body hot to the touch and your mind plagued with the thought of him. He looked so smug, so confident and self assured, you hated how he knew what he did to you. It made you sick, but…he’s right, you want him—no, no, you need him. In the most carnal, most primal, instinctively way possible. You need Sion, and that kills you.
“Why are you like this?” You asked, growing annoyed by your almost uncontrollable desire for him.
Your tone intrigued him, he leaned closer and raised his eyebrows. “Like what?” You groaned. He’s so fucking annoying, he knows what you mean. You swear he does.
“Like—Like that!” You spat out, your growing frustrations makes him struggle not to laugh. “Always…always making fun of me, intentionally making things hard for me!” You explained.
“You’re always looking at me like that, like I’m easy. Like you want me to beg for you to touch me. I hate it, I hate you.” Sion lowered his head, your passionate admission made his body shudder. At first, you thought the slight tremor in his body was crying, you felt bad.
You didn’t mean to hurt him, you just can’t stand how badly you like him, and he makes it no better by provoking you. His breathing became heavy, his body shaking more. Your gaze softened and your stomach clenched from an emotion that felt bitter—remorse.
“Sion…I…” You reached out and placed your hand on his as it rested on the table, clenched into a tight fist. “I didn’t mean it like that…” Your throat felt tight, you really didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I don’t hate you.” You admitted, “I mean, you piss me off but—but I…” You choked on your words, your stomach was tied in knots, clearly you misunderstood him.
“I…like…you…” The words left a tingly sensation in your mouth, you never thought you’d say those words to him, you never thought that he was actually so sensitive. But here you are, your words hanging in the air as you hoped that comforted him.
“You…” Sion raised his head, you were expecting to see tears, to see those long lashes clumpy and wet, his flushed face freshly wet with tears. But instead, he was grinning like crazy. Just barely holding back a laugh. “You like me?”
Your heart fell to your stomach. “Really?” He raised his eyebrows and bit his lip, “I always knew you did.” You were lost for words, you felt like the wind had be kicked from your lungs. Of all the things he’s done, all the cruel jokes he’s made—this, this is by far the worst.
Enraged you stood up, knocking the chair back as you glared at him with your fists balled up tightly at your sides. You couldn’t even speak, you were so angry that tears began to wail in your eyes, not even words could express the anger you felt. Sion was caught off guard by this, clearly, he wasn’t expecting you to get upset.
“Y/N…” He called your name but you turned away from him coldly, storming out of his kitchen and into the living room. He tailed behind you, calling your name in desperation. “Y/N, please!” But his tone still carried that same amusement.
“Y/N, wait.” As you approached the front door he grabbed your arm and spun you around, holding both your arms tightly in his hands as he looked you in your eyes with sincerity.
“I’m sorry.” You glared at him and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Let me go!” You demanded, “I hate you!” Sion pouted and hugged you tightly, letting you slap your hands against his back as he nuzzled his face into your neck.
You wanted to kick yourself for getting butterflies. “I wasn’t laughing at you,” He started to explain, “I like you too. I was just surprised.” You froze, and he used this to his advantage.
Sion let go of you and slid his hands from your arms to your hands, looking down as he held back a grin. “I promise to be serious from now on,” he said, “So please don’t leave.”
You had a faint taste on the back of your tongue, like he was up to no good—not lying—but not being completely truthful either, likely about being serious. It made you hesitant, but you caved, how could you not?
“Fine.” He led you back to the kitchen and picked up your chair, letting you sit first before he did himself. For a moment things were quiet, you typed on your computer, he watched you, just like usual. Sion was the first to break the slightly tensed silence.
“So…you do you really think I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you then?” Your fingers paused above the keys, hovering there was his question registered in your head.
“Huh?” You looked up from the screen and almost moaned out loud at how he looked at you, so genuine, passionate, and gentle. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was guiding you in the conversation.
“You know, receiving. You said that you felt like you weren’t missing much, coming from me.” He let the words settle for a moment before continuing, “Did you mean that?”
You looked off to the side of him, thinking deeply for a second. Of course you didn’t, but you didn’t want to admit that, telling him you liked him was already enough, telling him that you imagined that his touch would feel like Heaven, would actually kill you.
“I won’t laugh.” He clarified, “I just wanna know.” You looked at him again, the tension rising slowly.
Suddenly, your conflicted emotions began to fade. Disagreeing would give you the same results, bickering, teasing, and then back to work, so you wondered…what would agreeing mean? That was enough for you to reply honestly.
“No…” You were so nervous, “I didn’t.” Hands trembling with both excitement and anxiety.
Sion’s eyes lit up, the fire in them burning a billion times brighter than before, it looked like the light bulb in his head was brighter than ever before as his grin fell.
“Then, do you wanna experience it?” You laughed in disbelief, no way he was asking what you were thinking—simply unbelievable.
“What are you trying to say?” For once he looked nervous, like his perfect facade was finally slipping. Yet, his tone remained the same as he spoke.
“Can I eat you out?” Your stomach clenched in pleasure, the sudden sensation made your breathing hitch in your throat. You couldn’t believe your ears. “You can say no. I won’t get upset, I promise.”
You shook your head, “You don’t want to?” He asked, you shook your head again, confusing him.
“It’s not that…it’s just—“ You felt breathless, “What do you get out of it?”
Sion laughed a little. “I already told you.” He tilted his head and fluttered his big brown eyes, “Giving a woman pleasure is all I want in return, especially if it’s you.”
You pressed your thighs together and squeezed tightly. “So, if I say yes…” He grinned.
“Then I promise, I’ll make you feel good.” He narrowed his eyes at you, “Don’t you want to feel good, Y/N?”
You nodded and he chuckled, “Let’s go to my room.” He stood first, walked around the table and extended his hand to you. With a shyness he found enduring, you placed your hand in his and stood up, allowing him to lead you to his bedroom.
His room was nicely cleaned, it smelt of fresh laundry, and scented candles, the light from outside blocked by black curtains and replaced with an artificial purplish, red light, CD’s and records organized neatly on his desk beside his PC, with adorable green plushies in the shape of stars on his bed. You inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent, your hand clammy in his.
“Are you sure you want this?” He turned to you and asked. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” For once, there was no humor in his tone, just genuine love. It felt warm…it felt comforting.
If there was anything you were ever sure of, it was this, no matter how nervous, or how anxious, you wanted this, specifically from Sion. Nothing could change your mind, at the end of the day your feelings for Sion aren’t nearly as simple as hating him, nor as easy as liking him—not even close, the 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.
i’m backkkkkkk and i NEED sion to pull a piece of my hair behind my ear and i look down and blush and he lifts my chin up and tells me not to get shy and then goes through my hair clips and choses one for me to wear that day and puts it in my hair for me LIKE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
this ended up being a bit longer than expected but i love the specific requests and i love your moodboards icon
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“So pretty...” Your boyfriend's voice is soft and light as you sit at the foot of your bed. He’s sitting in front of you, both of you are cross legged and embarrassingly in love. You turn your head trying to hide the fluster on your face which causes your hair to fall forward from behind your ears. He doesn’t force you to look at him, Sion has always been respectful of your boundaries, never once made you uncomfortable. If anything, he’s too careful. Always asking “can I kiss you?” is it alright if I help you with this?” “Can I touch you here?”
Once you’re sure you don’t look like a lovesick puppy anymore, you turn to face him again but the calmness you felt was immediately replaced with butterflies in your ribs when you saw the beautiful boy sitting patiently in front of you. His black hair is slightly messy, his overgrown bangs resting prettily on the cute bridge of his nose. His lips are naturally pouty, and they look extra plump and kissable with the way the afternoon sun hits the fresh layer of lip balm he applied. If his physical appearance wasn’t enough to make your chest tighten, his gaze was so sweet, so familiar, so full of love.
Sion leans forward slowly so he doesn’t startle you and carefully tucks your hair behind your ear, so your eyes are visible again. “There she is.”
That was definitely your breaking point. Your eyes widen and your ears burn, you turn your head away trying to hide your face, but your boyfriend is having none of that. “Hey c’mon love it’s just me.” He laughs softly and slides his index and ring fingers under your chin to tilt your head back up without using much force. When your gaze meets his again, he lets go of your chin and speaks softly. “Was that okay...?”
“It was okay... I liked it.” You affirm him quietly as your face is still warm from your own nerves and his touch. “You don’t need to ask, you know...” Sion laughs at your words and responds easily as he watches your hair fall back over your eyes. “And you don’t need to hide from me.”
He gets up from the bed and grabs your box of hairclips before sitting back down and digging through them. You decide to tease him “you want me to do your hair?” He laughs at your offer, and you watch him look through the box. You know him well enough to know he’s looking for the star hairclips. “No, I’m gonna do yours so I can see your pretty eyes without your hair in the way.”
Seconds later he pulls two star hairclips from the box and smiles at his accomplishment. “Come here love.” He says, though he doesn’t give you time to move, just scooches forward until your knees are pressed together, and he’s close enough to do your hair.
You keep your eyes on him while he pulls your hair back and puts the clips in. He occasionally adjusts them until he decides they’re perfect. You can feel the hair loosely in the clips and normally this wouldn’t be up to your standards, but who are you to crush his dreams like that?
“They’re perfect.” He says excitedly and holds his phone up to take a picture. You smile shyly and hear the shutter sound. After smiling down at the picture on his phone like he’s admiring the purest form of art, he turns to show you the picture. “Do you like them?”
“I love them.”
“I love you.”
You can’t help a smile at his admission. It’s not like you haven’t heard it countless times before this, he just has a way to make you fall into him further every day. “Can I kiss you?” He sounds relaxed, knowing your answer will be yes but asking anyways (as usual). “Told you, you don’t need to ask.”
His hand trails up your arm lightly, the touch so gentle and tender it leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Okay... I’m gonna kiss you... tell me to stop if you want me to...” You laugh and roll your eyes at him playfully. “Sion just kiss me already-”
His hand moves to cup your cheek and tilt your chin up as he leans down and connects your lips. He presses a quick peck before pulling back and looking down at you, his hand still on your face. As if he can read your mind saying, “why’d you stop?” he leans back in and kisses you again. More than just a quick peck this time, his bottom lip slipping between yours as his mouth parts enough to let you taste his mornings sugary coffee and raspberry lip balm.
The hairclips are long forgotten when his hands gently tangle in your hair, pulling you closer without your mouths leaving each other. His teeth brush your lip when he smiles into the kiss, and you have a feeling you two will be looking for the star clips somewhere in the sheets after this.
lemon tree + sion BUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY. ofc this is continuation of apple sion x pear reader but imagine its like years later and they're planting NEW fruit trees ..... together ....... :(
lemon tree
[ author’s scribbles ! ] me and zanna are totally not obsessed w sion farmers son trope nope not at all. it’s totally not like. the third time is coming to life (first time is here, the second is still cooking in my drafts). and the way it’s inspired my my apple jack x sion moodboard :”) idc it’s my fav trope ever
[ extras ! ] @neocity-net, @kstrucknet. wc 441. zanna wrote a pt3 based on this fic so give it a read!
your hand was securely closed in sion's, fingers interlocked. your heart was beating like crazy, you could swear it will jump out of your chest any second now.
"yes?" your mom rose her eyebrows, scanning sion.
it was obvious your parents accepted sion as your partner yet. same was with you and his parents. you were prepared for that, though: your families were business rivals for as long as your small town could remember.
the oh family was selling apples peacefully… that was when the l/n family moved in and started expanding their pear business. and right next to the oh farm too? you were meant to be enemies… but romance was inevitable. how could it not be? the thrill of sneaking to the oh farm was as sweet as their gala apples, and so were sion's kisses.
it still felt like yesterday when you climbed onto your favorite pear tree on your farm. sion kissing you shyly, hand securely guarding you not to fall — unlike the pears, shaken by your movements. their scent was intoxicating as his lips hungrily smashed against yours.
and now you're here.
"child pearest, spit it out" your father mumbled, worried about how pale you were.
"me… me and sion are moving out. we will, um, uh… start our own farm." you said, voice shaky. sion gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, getting ready to step in.
"what? at least tell me it will be pears! or, or… well, it has got to be pears!" your mom stood up, furrowing her brows.
"surely my honeycrisp will lead his household with an iron, apple fist!" sion's dad stood up. you gulped, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.
"i, well… we're still figuring it out. but we just want you to accept that. we're beginning a new chapter in our lives. once the farm is all cleaned up, we will invite you over" sion cleared his throat, sending you a reassuring look. you nodded.
"that was something, huh?" sion recalled the memories, breathing in the scent of fresh air. his knees were dug in the dirty ground, the strap of his overall falling down his shoulder. he glanced at you with a huge grin on his face, fiing his wide-brimmed hat.
"i was so scared" you admitted, giggling. "but it felt like letting go. obviously i love pears, and you love apples…"
"but this is our life now" sion hummed, patting the ground around the freshly planted lemon tree.
he glanced at you, pride and joy almost making his heart explode. the hand on your small but cutely rounded belly marked a new stage of your lives.
A/n : im obsessed no need to explain more. Just manifesting my craziness today and maybe one day I came back with more! English isn't my first language please if you see something wrong don't consider and it's just fanfiction read and just enjoy lovers 💋
It was hot. Despite the gentle breeze, the sun was scorching, as if it could cook everyone alive. You felt a little tired from the effort. That vacation time you had finally taken to rest didn’t seem to make much of a difference, since your boyfriend always found a million things to occupy your mind with. Luckily, that specific afternoon he was too lazy to leave the room, limiting you both to that cozy, homey vibe, with him lying on the bed beside you while you focused on the cotton candy you’d been eating since the moment you arrived. Something you hadn’t done in a long time.
“It’s so hot…” Sion complained like the big crybaby he was, face buried in his own pillow. You looked at him for a moment before chuckling softly, licking the sugar-sticky finger.
“Too hot… I thought I was going to play basketball today,” you said casually, keeping your back firmly against the headboard.
“It’s way too hot, I don’t know if I’d last long.” Sion turned his face to look at you, noticing your devotion to that sweet you just wouldn’t let go of, intrigued by the way you seemed to savor it.
“What?” you asked when you realized he had suddenly stopped complaining.
“Give me a piece?” Sion asked simply, sitting up on the bed facing you. Reluctantly, you glanced at your treat, already so close to the end, and then back at him.
“But it’s almost gone…” you protested, unwilling to give in.
“Don’t be selfish… just one piece.” Sion asked sweetly, hoping all that sugariness would convince you. And in fact, defeated by him, you tore off a piece from the stick and handed it to him.
“Just one piece.” You gave it to him. With a low chuckle, Sion caught your wrist and diverted the candy, going straight for your sugar-coated lips.
At first, you were startled by the closeness, because his intention wasn’t just to kiss you. Bored, Sion had his own personal pleasure in teasing you, and it had actually taken him a while to do it this time. He invaded you with his wicked tongue, tasting the sweet flavor inside your mouth. You eventually kissed him back, your wrist feeling his grip holding you still. You kissed intensely, pushed by Sion’s eagerness, tongues rolling and dancing, pressing you against the headboard, though still keeping a certain distance he only wanted to kiss you desperately.
You gasped, even though you didn’t want him to stop. Your air was running short, so you gradually slowed down, regaining some awareness of the situation. You opened your eyes and found Sion’s face, clearly amused by what he had just done. With a wide, mischievous grin, he slid his sly tongue over his lips to taste the sweetness, practically salivating, panting, and craving more.
“D-do you want more?” you asked, a little dazed. By then Sion had already released your wrist, so you used your free hand to grab the last piece. He watched patiently as you stuck your tongue out and rested the piece of cotton candy on top, before making it disappear back into your mouth. Maybe he didn’t realize it, or didn’t think much of it, but the effect you had on him was otherworldly. Your presence, even in the simplest moments, your uneven breathing, the desire to want more of you and to beg for it. it made him want to fly, break you apart, and rebuild you again. Sion was completely obsessed.
It didn’t take long for him to lunge at you again, positioning himself between your legs and kissing you once more, invading with his tongue, hunting for that sweet taste in your mouth. You moaned softly at the new contact, tossing the candy stick wrapper aside. This time, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, rolling your tongue desperately, in that silence where only the smacking of kisses and the meaningless sounds escaping your throats marked each overwhelming spark.
Sion gripped your waist, digging his fingers into it, feeling your response as you pulled him tighter. Your lips moved in slow, intense rhythms, sometimes quickening. You were starting to crave more contact, and he did this kind of thing on purpose to make you delirious with the bare minimum pleasure he gave. And how you wished he would be even more reckless than that, how you wanted him to use his tongue to explore and invade you, how you longed for the hands clutching your waist to slide down to your thighs, squeezing hard enough to draw out shy, needy moans even if you hadn’t meant to provoke him so much, though he clearly wasn’t on that same page anymore.
Once you settled into that rhythm, the sweet taste still lingered in your mouth, but it quickly faded. Breathless lips and saliva trailing, leaving a thin line between you, only to reveal the desperation. You leaned toward him to seek his lips again. Sion responded instantly, nibbling on your lower lip, running the tip of his tongue across your lips, and then hinting at kissing you again, but he traced the dangerous line of your neck, searching for your pleasure spots, biting and sucking, marking your skin because he wanted to make sure of a few things while also giving you the pressure you craved. You gasped and moaned softly with each touch, feeling goosebumps rise and your insides tighten. He acted as if he didn’t know that your panties were already in a state they hadn’t been just minutes ago.
“Baby…” you whispered, using your hand to push away his thick hair, looping it around your fingers until it was out of his face. He finally pulled back, looking confused about why you had stopped him.
“Baby…” he replied to your plea in a playful tone, mocking you. His hands still insisted on caressing you, staying firm between your thighs, observing each of your expressions. “Next time, should we buy two? Even though I like sharing so much.”
“Sharing is good too.” You replied, pulling him back to you, kissing his face and lips affectionately. While he held you close, you were ready for the next step, and so you did, going back to kissing deeply without the excuse of a meager sweet only Sion, thirsty for you and your sounds, spending hours in the kind of contact that was his favorite.
Summary: You and Sion have a bet. If you can get him to have sex with you before midnight, you win. The game is on—and you're not afraid to play dirty.
Genre: Established AU, suggestive
Word Count: 1.1k
The cheeky glint in Sion's black eyes could only mean one thing.
“Bedroom,” he mouthed to you, before saying to everyone else, “So, we keep our coats in the bedroom, right?”
You followed him down the hall, sparks jumping in your stomach.
Sion waited till you’d entered the small room, then locked the door behind you.
He flung his coat on the bed, not even looking at it, and pushed you back against the door, his cool lips attacking yours in a kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip, and you shivered in pleasure. Sion pulled your legs up so they were wrapped around him, and he was supporting your weight fully.
His fingers hiked up your shirt, greedy for the hot skin of your waist.
“Shirt,” he said, against your neck. You pulled it above your head. It was a well-choreographed dance by now, and you knew every beat.
But when you looked up at him, Sion was frowning.
“Wait,” he said, his eyes narrowing to slits. His fingers still dug into your skin. “Didn’t we say we were going to stop doing this?”
“Did we?” you said vaguely, fingering his belt.
“Yes!” Sion said, gently lowering you by the waist. “We said we would stop skipping to the sex part.” He blinked. “God, what am I doing? It’s my best friend Yushi's birthday dinner, and I haven’t even said hi to him. We're like dogs in heat!”
“I don't remember us saying that,” you said, fighting a smile as you worked on his belt buckle.
“This is our eighth dinner date and we've never gotten to the ‘dinner’ part,” Sion said. “I don't know anything about you except you're called Y/n and you're a teacher.”
“Actually, I'm a doctor,” you said. “But who cares? Sex is nice. Sex is fun.” You gave him puppy eyes. “Don't take away the nice, fun thing, papa…”
Sion snatched his belt from your fingers and did it up.
“Okay, kiddo,” he said with a grin, slipping his hands into the pockets of your jeans, “I propose a challenge. If we get to midnight without having sex, I win. If we do the nasty, you win. Winner gets 50 bucks. Kissing is forbidden, too.”
“But,” you laugh, “That means I have to seduce you for 50 bucks. Doesn't that go against everything you're saying?”
“A-ha,” Sion said, checking his hair in the mirror. “That won't be a problem, baby, cos I'm not gonna lose.”
“You're on,” you said, putting on your shirt and popping on a fresh coat of lipgloss. “Sex and fifty bucks? I'm getting lucky tonight.”
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You used every trick in the book to seduce Sion.
He chose the chair opposite you on the long wooden table rather than at your side, but that didn't stop you. You just ‘dropped your spoon’, letting him peek down your top, then slowly sucked it clean.
Sion's dark eyes were fixed on you, his face falling slack. But then he turned to Ryo, cupped a hand over his eyes and started a very long conversation about ramen flavours.
Damn. You’d have to try harder.
When dinner was over, Riku flipped out the lights and brought over Yushi's birthday cake.
You crept over to Sion in the dark and perched on his lap.
His hands instinctively grabbed your waist, giving you the perfect opportunity to grind down onto him. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed the bare backs of your thighs.
“Happy Birthday dear Yushi-” Sion sang, his voice slightly too breathy. You could feel him holding his body rigid underneath you, every muscle activated. He refused to pull you tighter or smell your hair.
Just before the song finished, you made one more flourish with your hips. A groan sounded in Sion's throat, and he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.
“Is he okay?” Yushi said, scratching his curls under his fluffy pink tiara. “I hope it wasn’t the chicken…”
You had Sion where you wanted him. Now you just had to finish him off.
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You snuck off to the bathroom. Sion had apparently been in such a rush he'd forgotten to lock the door.
When you entered, he was standing with his back to the sink, blowing out shaky breaths and watching the clock. His arms were gripping the side so hard his veins stood out.
It was 11:50.
“Stay away from me!” he said, laughing a little hysterically. His face was dark, his eyes shining. “You played dirty with the lap thing, and you know it.”
“Oh, did I?” you said, sauntering towards him.
Sion stopped you with two hands firmly on your hips. You wriggled in his grasp, but couldn't move forwards or back.
“Eh- eh- eh-” he said, smirking as he regained his composure. He blew his fringe out of his face. “No closer, missy.”
You pretended to pout.
“I always knew I would win,” Sion said, grinning, barely using any of his strength to hold you still. “You see, it's all about discipline. I am a dancer, and have absolute control over my body.”
“Aww,” you said. “It's a shame I won't get the fifty bucks, because I knew just how to spend it. I found this… sexy maid uniform online, and I was going to use the money on that. Well, no harm no foul.”
As you said this, a frown spread over Sion's face, like he was a toddler and you’d just stolen his favourite toy.
“You're bluffing,” he said, his voice thick.
You picked up your phone, showing the dress already in your basket. “Dead serious. That's okay though,” you said, giving his cheek two taps. “The outfit was probably a little too slutty anyway.”
Sion stared hard at you for what felt like a minute. He gnawed desperately at his bottom lip. It was delicious to watch - you could practically see the cogs whirring in his mind. And then he moved.
“Oh, fuck it,” he said, and hoisted you into his arms. Sion sat you on the counter and kissed your neck feverishly, losing the game with minutes to spare. He sighed in relief as every muscle in his body relaxed against you.
You couldn't help but rub it in. “Sad that you lost, baby?”
“Honestly,” Sion said between kisses, “I’m struggling to remember what game we were playing.”
As he pulled your body to his, you couldn't hide a smile of satisfaction. Everything had gone exactly to plan.
It was 11:59.
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