"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.
iza ❤︎ this one is LONG hello can u tell i enjoyed making this. idk i love nct wish. like yes. u r nct. u r wish. and can this not flop pls all the wish lovers show up NOW
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❛❛ Sion doesn't mind the fact that you're about to meet his parents or if you just left their house. He's gonna take you whenever he wants. ❞
あ . . . boyfriend!sion x fem!reader ⭑ smut ⭑ sion is highkey a pervert, creampie, mentions of anal, y'all fuck like bunnies, sion has a potty mouth, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, car sex (but not really) ⭑ 1.5k words
○ 𝗌𝗄𝗒𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌.ᐟ 𖹭 guys i actually don't know how long it takes for a load to uh leave our bodies (?) i have a breeding kink but i've never allowed a man to do such disgusting thing so... and this time i didn't do my research (i only searched for it when i finished writing this piece so i'm sorry)
As Sion slides into the driver’s seat of the car, the engine humming to life beneath you both, his mind drifts back to earlier that morning.
He remembers pinning you against the bedroom wall just before you left for his parents’ house, his thick cock buried deep inside your slick pussy, thrusting hard and relentless until he flooded you with his hot cum.
He can still picture the way your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop as you whimpered his name, a chant of “Sion’s” that didn’t seem to end as your nails raked his arms and shoulder blades. And now, as the two of you pull away from the curb, he knows you’re still full of him—his seed leaking out, soaking into your panties with every shift of your hips on the leather seat.
Throughout the entire visit, he’d forced himself to keep that straight face, nodding politely at his mother’s chatter, shaking his father’s hand firmly, all while his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of your dripping cunt, stuffed with his load like the perfect little and dirty secret.
The facade cracks the moment the car door clicks shut behind you. The air between you thickens, charged with the unspoken heat that’s been simmering all day.
Sion’s hand lands on your thigh, his palm warm and possessive through the thin fabric of your skirt. You fix him with a serious look but your boyfriend pays it no mind, a sly little smirk slowly spreading across his face. His fingers press in just enough to make your skin tingle, a subtle claim that sends a jolt straight to your core.
You feel the residual slickness between your legs, his cum still seeping out, making your thighs slippery as you cross them instinctively.
“Sion,” you murmur, your voice a half-hearted protest, glancing out the window at the familiar suburban street lined with houses just like his parents’.
Your heart races, a mix of thrill and nerved twisting in your gut—anyone could glance over from their driveway. But he doesn’t stop, of course he wouldn’t. Instead, his hand slides higher, inching under the hem of your skirt, his touch turning bolder, fingertips brushing the edge of your panties.
The fabric there is damp, clinging to your folds from the mess he’s left inside you, and you bite your lip to stifle a gasp. Sion’s breath hitches, his cock stirring in his slacks as he feels the heat radiating from your skin, the way your body betrays you by parting just a fraction under his advance.
He smirks, eyes flicking to you briefly before returning to the road, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly tone that always makes your pussy clench.
“Stop? After I spent the whole damn day imagining this? You were sitting there at the dinner table, all prim and proper, chatting with Mom about recipes, while my cum was dripping out of your greedy little hole. Fuck—I could smell it on you, baby.” His fingers trace the seam of your panties now, pressing against the wet spot, and you squirm, your clit throbbing at the friction.
Embarrassment warred with your arousal as you rememeber the visit: his mother’s warm hug, his father’s proud pat on your back, oblivious to how you’d been bred like a slut right before arriving. Shit, his mother even asked why you were waddling so much.
Sion’s hand delves deeper, cupping your mound through the lace, and he groans softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. The pressure makes more of his earlier load shift inside you, a warm trickle escaping to coat his fingers.
“Fuck, baby.” He chuckles, amused at the feeling. “Will there be a moment I won’t find you all soaked for me?” He said all smug, his own arousal spiking, cock hardening fully now as he pictures the dirtiest moments you’ve shared. “Remember that time I bent you over the kitchen counter and fucked your ass until you screamed? Or when I made you suck me off under the table at that party, your lips wrapped around my dick while everyone laughed above us? God, if only they knew. My parents would lose their minds if they found out what a filthy cockwhore their innocent and precious daughter really is—begging for my cum every single day, spreading your legs like a desperate bitch in heat. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Me telling them how you swallow my load for breakfast, how your pussy mils me dry every night.”
His words hit you like a punch of pure filth, your body responding before your mind can catch up. Your nipples harden against your blouse, adrenaline running through your veins as shame and desire coil tight in your belly.
You feel exposed, vulnerable, yet so achingly turned on. His dominance wrapping around you like a vice, making your submissive side ache to yield.
“Sion, please… not here,” you whisper, but your thighs tremble, parting slightly despite yourself, inviting him closer. The thought of his family just blocks away only heightens the pulse between your legs, your clit swelling under his teasing strokes.
Your boyfriends chuckles darkly, withdrawing his hand just long enough to unbuckle his seatbelt with one hand while steering with the other. “Take them off,” he commands, his voice brooking no argument, eyes full of hunger as he glances at you again. “Panties. Now. I wanna see how much of my cum is still leaking out of you.”
Your pulse hammers in your ears, a thrill of submission flooding you as you obey, hiking up your skirt and shimmying the soaked lace down your legs.
The cool air hits your bare pussy, making you shiver, the slick evidence of this morning fuck glistening on your inner thighs. You hand them over, fabric warm and drenched, and Sion snatches them eagerly, bringing them to his nose without hesitation.
He inshales deeply, groaning at the heady mix of your arousal and his own salty essence. “Shit, that’s my good girl,” he rumbles, the scent going straight to his cock, making it strain painfully against the zipper.
The raw possessiveness of it sends a fire through him, his balls tightening with the need to claim you again.
“Spread your legs,” he orders next, tossing the panties onto the dashboard like a trophy. You hesitate for a split second, the vulnerability hitting you hard but the commanding tone is his voice melts your resistance. You part your thighs wide, the motion pulling at the sensitive skin, and Sion’s fingers dive right in, two thick digits sliding through your folds with ease.
You’re drenched, his cum mixing with your fresh wetness to create a slippery glide as he pushed inside you. The stretch is so good, filling the ache that’s been building all day, and you moan, head falling back against the seat. His fingers curl, hooking against that spot deep within, pumping in and out with measured strokes that make obscene wet sounds echo in the confined space.
Your boyfriend’s breath comes ragged now, his focus splitting between the road and the way your pussy grips him, hot and velvety, sucking him deeper. He can feel his own cum coating his knuckles, the slick heat making his cock throb with envy—he wants to bury himself in you right here, fuck you senseless while the world blurs by.
“So fucking tight, even after I stretchd you so good,” he growls, thumb circling your clit in firm, teasing swirls that have your hips bucking.
The pleasure builds sharp and insistent, your walls fluttering around his invading fingers, every thrust sending sparks up your spine. You feel so full, so owned, so fucking good it makes your toes curl in your shoes.
The car rolls to a stop at a red light, the sudden halt jolting you both. Sion doesn’t miss a beat—his free hand grips the wheel tighter, knuckles white as he leans over the console. His face hovers inches from your spread thighs, hot breath fanning over your exposed core, and before you can protest, his mouth descends.
His tongue flattens against your pussy, lapping broadly from your entrance to your clit in one long, filthy stroke. The taste explodes on his tongue—salty-sweet tang of your juices mingled with his cum, thick and creamy as he sucks it out of you. He groans into your flesh, the vibration humming through your clit, and dives deeper, lips sealing around your folds to devour you like a starving man.
You cry out, hands flying to his hair, tugging as waves of ecstasy crash over you. His tongue spears inside, fucking into your hole with wet, insistent thrusts, scopping out more of his load while his nose grinds against your swollen nub.
Sion’s cock aches, pre-cum leaking into his boxers as he eats you out, the sounds of his slurping filling the car, his own arousal a pousing need in his veins. He feels powerful, dominant, reducing his pretty little girlfriend to a moaning mess in his control, and he doesn’t stop until the light turns green, pulling back with a final, sucking kiss to your clit that leaves you trembling on the edge.
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Summary: you decide to take losing your virginity into your own hands by asking your good friend Sion, but sensing your nervousness, he slightly changes your plans.
Warnings: sexual content, Sion djs ur cooch, fwb/friends tot lovers kinda vibe??? Idk
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: really attracted to Sion atm. Also first wish post yayyyy. actually used @neocharm fic as inspo for this cuz it was toooo tea. Here the link if y'all wanna read it (y'all should def read. It changed my life) sorry if this is bad I haven't written anything in a long time
“So…”
"So?”
You sit on his bed back upright with your hands folded on your lap. The tension is so thick and so is the headache brewing in your skull. Sion's staring at you while resting his body on his hands, his little smile taunting you from your peripheral.
"You don't have to sit so far from me you know,” Sion says, chuckling at your startled reaction.
“O-oh right. Yeah, sorry." You scoot over to him, barely moving an inch on the bed. This is not how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to lose your virginity with your close friend because you're comfortable with him, but something changed the second you walked into his house.
You've never really had a thing for him despite him being a lady's man. Yes he's attractive, but that's never been something that you focused on with him. He's a good friend, never making you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable despite you being a woman. He heard your concerns about being a virgin at 21 and came up with the solution. "Let me take your virginity.” He was so nonchalant about the comment it nearly gave you whiplash, but here you are in his room like it never bothered you.
You may know him well, but nothing is more intimidating than being alone with a hot person. And he knows he's hot, which makes it worse. He knows how to get girls going, how to draw them in and capture them for good. And you're now noticing that he's looking at you how he looks at girls he wants.
" Listen we don't have to if you don't-”
"No no! I want to! I just…" you voice trails off as brows knit, worry beginning to cover your face. “This is new to me. I can't make the first move."
Sion laughs and sighs, eyes staring into your soul as he sits up on the bed. “Just kiss me Y/N. You know how to do that, right?"
You nod slowly. Your response makes him laugh again, which makes you frown in return. Can't he see how hard this is for you? Sure, you asked him, but nonetheless this is the most anxiety inducing decision you've made in your entire life.
"Oh don't get upset. You want me to kiss you first,” he offers. Sion scoots closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. He's close, too close maybe. You've never been this close to him before and it makes your heart beat from your chest. This was supposed to be something that has no emotion attached but it's starting to feel like he's more into it than you, or maybe it's the opposite.
" Just follow my lead, okay? There's nothing to be nervous about. It's just me, I'll take good care of you,” he says in a soft voice. Sion takes his other hand, placing it on your chin to lift your face. You close your eyes seeing him lean in, but he doesn't kiss you. Instead, he kisses your cheek. Sion peppers soft kisses on your face, kissing the corner of your mouth before kissing down your jaw. It's really starting to feel personal now. You understand he doesn't want to get straight to the point, but this is beginning to make you a bit dizzy.
You feel him making his way back to your face, kisses trailing up your neck and jaw back to the corner of your mouth. Your hands move on their own along with your body, beginning to tilt closer to him. Fingertips trailing up his arm stopping at his wrist, it lights something in him, something that's far from friendly.
Sion finally kisses you and it's good, too good. His lips move slowly and sensually, the hand that's on your waist pulls your body close, so close you're damn near on top of him. He seems like an expert in this but you didn't expect anything less. The man has a new woman in his bed every week, so it hardly surprises you how smooth it is. But what does surprise you is how gentle and slow he is.
Sion slips a bit of tongue, making you go still. You've never kissed anyone for this long, let alone with this much passion. You aren't sure what to do or how to respond and he can tell. So he doesn't let you think about it too much. he just kisses you deep, teeth nipping at your lip, laughing softly on your mouth when you release a tiny gasp. You can feel yourself melting into his touch.
Sion pulls away, a smirk tugging at his lips watching your eyes flutter open to look at his. “Did you like that," he says.
You're flustered, heart racing and heavy breathing not going unnoticed by the male in front of you. He's so handsome, pretty eyes, pretty lips, and soft hands. You never really noticed these things before but they're more than clear now. Does he kiss everyone like that or just you? No wonder he has so much girl drama.
"Y/N, you gotta talk to me,” he laughs softly, biting his lip after.
"O-oh, uh… yeah, yeah," you say, nodding with wide eyes.
Sion's reaction makes your stomach so backflips. His soft teasing laughter pings in your chest, his intense eye contact making the ping worse. And now your senses are heightened and you notice everything. His hand still on your chin, yours still around his wrist, his other hand rubbing circles into the exposed skin on your waist. This is intimate, a bit too intimate.
"I think you should wait to lose your virginity,” he says, the comment surprising you.
"Wait, why,” you question. “I thought you were okay with it," you say, voice trailing off into a quiet whisper.
“I am, but… you seem a bit flustered for this to be no strings attached," he comments.
You don't say anything, just look away. Sion knows you enough to know that you agree with him, but you just don't want to say it. But he feels it too. He feels the spark, and he actually enjoys it. He can't say he's never looked at you in that way before. You're beautiful, funny, smart, and someone he's actually comfortable with. The only thing he's worried about is if you both were to actually go all the way, would you regret ever asking him.
“We can do something else, only if you're okay with it of course," he says.
Your mind wanders to every possible interaction, face heating at the thought of him touching you in those ways even though you asked him to. You weren't supposed to get shy during this at all. You were supposed to rip your clothes off and let him get at you, but how could you when he looks at you like that. Like he can see your thoughts and read your mind.
"I'm okay with it,” you say quietly. You shut your eyes the moment he leans in, kissing you softly. Sion lays you down, his bed soft as ever. There's something so intentional about the way he slides his hand down your body, fingers pressing into your soft skin all while devouring your lips. You're over stimulated and getting hornier by the second. You've never had these emotions stir from simply making out. Every possible person you've kissed was always bland, boring, detached, but this is a whole new level.
He pulls away from you for a second, a string of saliva keeping your two connected as he pushes your shirt up. You gulp as you watch him expose your chest, bra hugging your breast tight.
“Pretty," he mumbled. Sion kissed down your neck, nipping at the skin teasingly. He kisses lower, his lips fanning softly over the mound of your breast. He was touching you as if you'd break. His fingers twitch, itching to get the clothes off of you, but he doesn't want to scare you. He doesn't want this to feel like a sloppy hookup or likes he's simply using you. But the reality is that you're the one using him, and he likes it.
You don't realize how fast and quick you're breathing till he kisses down your abdomen. The kisses are wet, while his eyes bore into yours not wanting you to forget the image of him getting lower and lower to your hips. There it is, the anxiety that blooms in your stomach whenever you're in impossible situations.
Sion kisses your hip and pauses, watching you gulp as the contact lingers on your skin. “Don't be nervous,” he said almost in a whisper.
He crawled back up your body, his slender frame covering your body casting a shadow over you. He kisses you with a tenderness you hadn't felt from him yet, but you liked it. You liked all of this. It felt real, as if you did this with him all the time, but maybe it's because he knows you so well already he didn't have to think too much.
Sion can't let himself melt into you too much in fear he won't be able to pull himself up. He doesn't really have crushes or relationships. It saves him from having to get close to people he has no intention of getting close with. Sure, he can end up in sticky situations with some girls he sees regularly, but it's nothing he can't handle. Still, no matter how many girls he's dealt with, none of those experiences come close to this one.
None of them make him feel as elated as he feels sinking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and panties, knowing he's about to be the first person you do this with. You keep up with his rhythm, lips moving at a pace that now feels natural to you. He's kissing you slow and deep like before, tongue deep in your mouth. He can tell you're beginning to feel comfortable the second you take his face in your hands, not wanting to let him go.
Just when he thought you'd shaken your nerves, you stiffen the second you feel him tug at your clothes. Every self conscious thought you had reappeared, stomach erupting in flame once again.
“I-I didn't shave," you blurt out. You half expected an irritated hiss from him, or maybe for him to back out. But Sion laughed, paying your comment no mind as he kissed your neck.
"I don't care about stuff like that Y/N,” he says, beginning to pull your shorts down again. He tugs the fabric, your skin becoming more and more exposed. “Just remember if you're not comfortable we can stop okay?"
You nod, but you can't tear your eyes from the scene below you. Your shorts are now on the floor, panties still on. Sion walks his fingers down your thigh as he kisses your neck, hand inching more and more between your legs.
“Do you touch yourself Y/N,” he asks, lips still on your skin.
"I-I, uh..” you could barely answer, let alone think. His fingers are so close to your clothes pussy it's starting to tear you apart.
"Focus sweetheart. Talk to me.”
"I-Ive tried, but I didn't feel much,” you say. A soft gasp leaves your lips when feel his fingers graze your clit, the sound making him raise his brows.
" I can make you feel something.” His deep voice came out as a breathless whisper, tickling your eardrums as he rubs his finger against your panties softly. Your legs were shutting, the sensation of him touching you there being too bizarre at the moment, but still good. He watches every expression that comes across your face. It's cute how expressive you are when you're alone with someone you like. Sion starts pulling your legs apart, expecting you to shy away, but you don't.
You can't pull your eyes from his hand, every stroke his thumb puts you more and more into a haze of pleasure. Sion kisses your jaw, sucking the skin while he rubs your through the fabric. Your heavy breathing begins to turn to soft moans and whimpers, sounds you were trying to hold in for so long.
“Sion," you moaned breathlessly.
"You're so perfect baby. Just for me,” he mumbles. “Can I touch you some more?"
Without a second thought, you nod. Sion hooks his fingers in your panties, the nerves starting to hit you again the moment he moves them to the side. He dips his fingers in you, collecting your slick on his digit. He rubs you, lip between his teeth while he watches you shiver in pleasure.
Your eyes roll back, brows knit as you allow the feeling to spill through your body. " F-fuck, feels so good,” you moan softly.
"Yeah? Are you gonna cum," he whispers in your ear.
You gulp, nodding at his words. Sion rubs your clit faster, pulling a louder whimper from your body. Soft lips sprinkle wet kisses on your neck, his tongue on your skin making you hotter than before. You can't tell, but he's holding back. Sion knows how greedy he can get, how much of a lover he is. He enjoys pleasing his partners, catering to their needs. It's taking everything in him to not move too fast and fuck you into the mattress, and it's killing him.
"Oh my God Sion,” you moan, throwing your head back. Your hips grind on his hand, searching for a high.
“Do you feel good,” he whispers.
"Words baby, speak to me.”
"It feels so, so good," you whine. “You feel so good."
He feels his stomach turn to knots, your words nearly making him combust right there on top of you. There's something so good about hearing you say that, knowing he's the only person to make you feel this way. His cock is rock hard against the fabric on his body. Nothing but the desire to bring you to your climax takes over this brain.
"Good girl, just like that baby,” he says as you grind your hips on his hand. His lips are stuck on your skin, tongue constantly darting out to taste your soft salty skin. He coats your neck in small hickies making his way to your lips. He kisses you tenderly, tongue down your throat as he rubs you faster. Your body shakes, loud moans pouring into his mouth as you grab the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
“F-fuck," you whimper into his mouth.
Sion feels the way you tense up, the way you grip his hair the instant you cum on his fingers. “That's right, let it out Y/N.” He keeps rubbing your clit, loving the way your body spasms under his touch. His hand is wet along with your thighs, and he loves the mess. He kisses you deep, slowing his fingers down gradually, allowing you to come down from your very first orgasm.
"You did so good,” he mumbles, a smile tugging on his face. “How do you feel, hm?”
You were speechless, brain still mush after the out of body experience you just had. There was a slight buzz between the two of you, a buzz that was more than platonic and you liked it. You lived it in fact. The way he was so gentle with you, so caring, making sure you felt comfortable. This felt like something only boyfriends do and you like that feeling.
"I… I..”
He watched you, eyes never leaving yours as the both of you breathe heavily due to the adrenaline rush of being at each other's mercy. The more you stared at him, the more that intimating feeling began to rush back in. Your face turns hot, eyes fluttering as you look away from him quickly, embarrassment beginning to form.
" I-i feel good,” you say quietly.
"Good? That's it,” he teases. Sion licks his lips, his signature smile beaming in your face as you try and find more words to say.
"I-I mean, uh..”
The man laughs at you, pecking your lips softly. “I'm fucking with you.” He gets quiet, eyes grazing over your body. His hand that was between your legs now rests on your thigh allowing you to close them. You look pretty, face flushed, your skin glowing, lips pretty and plump. He could stare at you forever.
"You know I care about you right,” he says, a small gulp passing down his throat.
“I know," you answer quietly. Sion takes his hand that was just between your legs, grabbing your jaw gently. He kisses you soft, a kiss that feels emotionally charged and not very platonic. What he did to you wasn't platonic either, and he has no intention of keeping it that way.
Sion pulls away, lifting his body away from you. In that instance, you wanted to pull him back. You wanted to kiss him again and again and again until you couldn't anymore, until he took you in his hands again and maybe, just maybe, pulled your panties down and-
“You okay? You look a bit distracted," he said, raising a brow at your distant expression. “Did you hear me?"
“Uh, sorry," you say, body getting hot at the thought of fucking your friend.
"I was asking if you wanted to stay over,” he chuckled. He could tell you were taken back by the expression on your face. You tensed up, eyes darting around the room in an awkward motion.
“Like… tonight?”
He nodded, lip between his teeth. “You don't have to."
You pause, staring at your hands thinking about what staying could mean. Maybe you really will just hang out like friends. Maybe he'll touch you more. Maybe he'd actually take your virginity. “Yeah, I can stay," you say, trying to stay calm about it but on the inside you're freaking out, and so was Sion. He felt like a middle schooler again, when your crush agrees to study with you or walk to class with you. It's a nostalgic feeling.
“Cool! Um…you can wash up if you want. You know where everything is," he says, an awkward chuckle following.
You nod, standing up quickly. You almost forgot that you had no pants on till you saw them on the floor at your feet. Quickly, you picked them up avoiding eye contact with he male besides who's amused by your every move.
“I'll be back," you say, scurrying out the room. Your heart beats faster than you could imagine as you make your way to his bathroom.
“Don't make me wait too long," he says quietly to himself. “I don't think I can wait anymore."
Sion lays back on his bed, staring at his ceiling fan as it turns. His head is jumbled with many conflicting emotions and concepts, he doesn't know which one to choose. So his plan is to let them choose him.
And, God, he hopes he can pick well, because if not, he would hate to lose you as a friend or even as something more.
pairing. xiaojun, wonbin, sion x 7th member!reader
warnings. gangbang, dubcon to noncon (it's implied that reader's been conditioned to like it), recording, pet play, dom/sub dynamics, dumbification, choking/breath play, reader's a member of wayv, mention of physical abuse, everyone's mean and perverse :c
a.n.: i actually did write it, this pic haunted me for days so yeah. may peace find you after reading this <3
“look up here, baby,” xiaojun snaps his fingers and you blink, your gaze drawn back to the phone in his hand recording you.
you squint your eyes, blinded by the flash shining bright in your face, accentuating the drool running down your chin and the black mascara smeared around your eyes. you’re a bit dizzy already, not really registering what’s happening—why xiaojun is filming you on his phone, why wonbin and sion are standing around you.
they’re all looking down at you, on your knees with your hands in your lap, opening your mouth for xiaojun who pushes his fingers down your throat once more. his bracelets hang around his wrist and you can see the veins pulsing out along his arm, your eyes following up to the sleeves of his shirt rolled over his biceps.
xiaojun’s fingers press down on your tongue, reaching far inside your mouth, feeling your gag reflex coming in, but you try your best to ignore it. stand still, take it.
“she takes it pretty well,” you hear a voice saying from your right. you feel a hand gently stroking your hair, a hand that belongs to sion, you realize as you look to the side.
“she had the best teacher,” xiaojun says from above, watching you through the screen of his phone. “huh, didn’t you?” he shakes his hand from side to side, making you move your head as well like a dumb puppy.
your eyes sparkle while looking at him, you’re sure of it. you want to say yes, sir, but how do you do that with his fingers inside your mouth?
you can barely form another thought that the pressure on your tongue disappears and you receive a sharp slap across the face. your head follows the fast movement, a whimper slipping past your lips. xiaojun takes a hold of your face immediately after, squishing your cheeks between his fingers.
“yes,” you manage to croak out, your face still stinging from the strike, skin on fire. “the best.”
“i know,” xiaojun grins. “such a painslut.”
as if to confirm his words, you feel your core heating up, your panties wet against your pussy. you’re meant to take it.
“check her panties, you’ll see how well i’ve trained her.”
someone kneels behind you—wonbin, you think—and your torso is pushed down, both of your hands landing flat on the floor. cold fingers hook under the hem of your leggings and they’re being pulled down not long after, resting at your mid-thighs, your sex exposed, bare to the eyes of the three men surrounding you.
“dripping wet,” wonbin confirms, humming as he pulls your pussy lips apart, inspecting you, seeing how your folds glisten under the dim light of the gym. two thick fingers enter you and you gasp out, the intrusion foreign, but you find yourself liking it, longing for more.
the drag of wonbin’s fingers between your walls is painful at first, dry and slow, but your slicks help to ease it up. you whimper and your thighs shake, pussy clenching around him out of instinct. you hear wonbin hissing, saying something about your pussy sucking his fingers in, and then a hand grips your hair, pushing your head down. your ass remains in the air, but your back is arched, cheek pressed against the cold floor.
“stay down, pup. no grabby paws, m’kay?” xiaojun softly instructs you, though his grip on your hair is starting to sting your scalp. you pout, bobbing your head up and down the best you can.
you hide your face behind your arms as the fingers inside of you start to move, thrusting back and forth, xiaojun holding his phone up and filming the whole scene. sion is standing not far away from you, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, watching you getting fingered right in the middle of the empty gym.
you want to reach for something so badly, hold onto someone—maybe sion’s leg? it’s so close to you. or reach behind to grab wonbin’s hand? but you remember; no grabby paws. xiaojun wouldn’t be happy if you disobeyed him.
after a few thrusts of his fingers, wonbin pulls them out of you, leaving you confused and empty, but you let out a gasp of surprise when you instead feel his tongue prodding at your entrance, nose buried in your pussy. after dipping between your folds, tasting you, his tongue moves to your clit, which makes you moan, the shy sound muffled by your arm covering your mouth still. wonbin holds the back of your thighs firmly, preventing you from moving too much, keeping an inch or two of distance between each other. it’s a lot to take in, especially the moment he digs his teeth into the flesh of one of your ass cheeks, definitely leaving a print behind.
you feel so exposed in front of them, scrutinized and watched. you’re not even completely bare and you still feel the humiliation of being naked, three pairs of eyes on you at the same time. it makes you dizzy, makes you feel so, so dumb. useless, only worth being the object of their desires—but you don’t mind as long as you’re being good for xiaojun.
when you cum, you’re barely recovering that they’re switching positions and you have a hard time catching what’s happening. your pulse is going quick, legs shaking, feeling your wetness dripping down your inner thighs and the moisture of wonbin’s tongue still on your cunt.
you’re placed on your butt and someone pulls you to his chest, recognizing sion’s legs on either side of your body. you look up at xiaojun, then wonbin, wondering for a second what will happen next, but you’re caught off guard when sion wraps his arm around your neck. you gasp out audibly, hands flying up immediately to grasp sion’s arm, trying to pull on it, but it does nothing at all. he squeezes more and more until your eyes fill up in water and you fight for air. you kick your legs on the floor, attempting to push yourself up somehow, and you’re in utter distress as wonbin sits down in front of you and catches your ankles between his hands.
“shh, shhh. come on, pretty,” sion whispers, his breath fanning across your cheek. “don’t be so difficult,” he chuckles and you can hear the others laughing, too. you want to behave, you really do, but you physically can’t. your body is telling you to fight, anything to get some air.
why is xiaojun letting this happen? he hits you, yes, countless times and really hard sometimes, but depriving you of air? it’s a first and you’re not sure if you like it.
you think xiaojun says something that makes the others laugh again, and you can see him grinning, making fun of you. you feel defeated, hoping that it’ll end soon.
sion tightens his arm, his bicep flexing around your neck, tilting your head to the side. your mouth closing and opening, clawing at his arm, wriggling in his hold. it’s long, so long until he unfastens his arm from around your throat and you immediately gasp for air, but it doesn’t last a second before he squeezes again, this time taking a chunk of your hair in his other hand. you look at xiaojun, silently begging him with your tearful eyes.
“she looks so dumb,” sion says, his tone light-hearted, as though enamoured of you.
“wait for when she gets fucked,” xiaojun adds in, getting closer to you, recording how his friend holds you in a headlock, leggings down to your mid-thighs, making it so humiliating for you. “she’s even dumber than that—cock makes her so stupid.”
the moment sion lets go of you, you roll off to the side, coughing and crying, massaging your neck. it hurts so much, there’s no way you don’t have it bruised by tomorrow. you really thought this would be it, if sion only held you for a little longer, but he stopped at the right moment. you don’t know if you’ll recover from this, ever.
“here, take the phone.”
it’s blurry all around you and your head feels heavy, it’s like their voices are really far away from you, when you know in reality they’re all very close to you. hands grip your leggings while another pair yanks your top, both undressing your legs and revealing your boobs at the same time.
the head of a cock is pushing at your entrance, and you almost scream as he bottoms out, filling you up to the brim, walls spasming around him. you don’t need to look behind your shoulder to know who it is, you already recognize him by his size and his shape, his familiar hands grabbing your hips.
“fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl,” xiaojun moans, palm traveling up your back and fingers closing around the hair at the back of your head, rising it up from the floor. “look at wonbin, pup. tell him what it’s like getting your little pussy fucked.”
your eyelids are heavy, threatening to close, but you force yourself to look up, finding wonbin crouched down in front of you, xiaojun’s phone in hand. the flash of the phone blinds you once again, making you squint your eyes. sion is a little off to the side, probably the one who pulled on your top earlier.
“i- i like it,” you sniffle. your voice is hoarse and talking hurts your throat a lot. “ngh- feels so good!” you squeak as xiaojun pounds into you, sounds of skin against skin echoing in the room.
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less nasty and gross as i said it'd be, i hope you guys aren't too disappointed... let me know what you thought of it please! don't forget to reblog <3
Summary - Your boyfriend is so desperate not to come that he can't enjoy sex... You find a quick fix.
Genre - smut, established AU, fluffy
Word count - <1k
Everything was perfect.
Soft jazz was playing, your string lights were on, and you were riding your sexy boyfriend.
Sion's skin was flushed deep red, his eyes screwed shut. His shirt was abandoned on the floor. You traced the caramel planes of his chest, thumbing his dark nipples and watching his cross necklace glint.
The grasp of his strong fingers made your hips ache - but you didn't mind. You loved how utterly pussy drunk your boyfriend got. The squeeze of him inside you was all worth it.
Only today, something was wrong.
Sion's eyebrows were twitching. He was mumbling something under his breath, long and fast.
It didn't sound sexy. It sounded… stressful.
"Baby?" you said. "You okay?"
He didn't reply.
"Sion!" you gasped. "Are you reciting the digits of pi right now?"
Sion's eyes flew open. "No. Maybe. Why?"
"We're meant to be connecting as a couple. I'm playing our special song!"
"I love the song," he mumbled.
"You can't hear the song," you said. "You're too busy reciting bloody mathematics."*
Sion ran his hands through his hair, hiding his face. "You know why I do it," he said quietly. "It's the only way I can last."
"Sion," you said, brushing the hair out of his face and kissing his eyelids. "Have you ever considered that I don't care how long you last?"
Sion peeked at you through thick lashes.
"I would take one minute of real sex with you over twenty minutes of this."
Sion kissed between your breasts desperately, then flopped back on the pillow. "One minute? When I look at those, I can't last half of that."
"Thirty seconds then. I don't care."
"Well… maybe." Sion said. "I can try."
"No maths, no dead puppies and no thinking about your grandma. Just focus on me."
You pulled yourself off him. "Get on top of me."
"But I'll come too soon-" Sion started, then bit his lip. "Right. Not worrying about that."
Sion abandoned the condom and rolled on a new one.
He shifted over you on the bed. He blew his fringe out of his face and settled between your thighs. You stroked the strong swell of his bicep. "Perfect."
Sion screwed up his nose, shy under your gaze. "Enjoy this moment, because it's not lasting long!"
Sion put one hand between your bodies and guided himself inside you. The stretch of his fat cock inside you was perfect.
As he began to move, Sion's eyes were already wandering the room, his lips moving in the old recitations.
"Hey," you said, slapping his cheek. "Eyes on me."
The moment Sion saw you, he moaned and his dick twitched inside you.
"Uh oh," he said. You felt his abs tighten. His breaths stuttered. "Shit."
"Don't worry," you whispered. "You're allowed to come, remember?"
Sion took a deep breath, and his body relaxed.
As he rolled into you now, it was a whole new feeling. Electricity crackled between you. Each soft kiss, each swirl of his cool tongue in your ear, felt so good it burned. Every now and then, he stopped to suck your nipples with wide, glassy eyes.
His breaths started quiet, then grew into long, drawn out moans.
"Wow," he said. "This is so hot. I'm never reciting pi again."
You stared coyly into his wide, dark eyes. "You fuck me so good, Sion."
"Don't say that! It makes it harder not to…" he said, biting his lip and thrusting into you faster. Sion was already falling apart, his thrusts uneven, his hip bones clashing against yours. His lashes fluttered, his eyelids drooping from the pleasure.
His fingers bruised your clit, drawing tight circles as he always did when he was close.
"I mean it, Sion," you whispered, teasing him a little. "This pussy belongs to you. I want you to fill me up."
"I said don't say stuff like that!" Sion said, his brow creasing, his hands screwing up the bedsheets. "I'm going to come, aren't I?"
"Don't fight it," you said, suddenly excited. "Relax into it."
Watching Sion come was the best part of your day. He was intense, almost melodramatic when it came to sex - his orgasms were like fireworks.
"Fuckkkk…" Sion sighed, as he surrendered to the pleasure. He snapped his hips against yours, once, twice, his eyes fixed on your breasts. For one delicious second, he gritted his teeth, his face contorting wildly like an anime character.
Then, he collapsed, his cheek squeezing your neck. Your boyfriend was utterly spent.
For a long while, you fingered the stiff long hair at the base of his neck, while he fought to get his breath back.
"How was that?" you said.
"Too fucking good," he mumbled, still inside you. "How long was that?"
"I wasn't counting-"
"Tell me the truth.
"Fine," you said. "About… two minutes?"
Sion groaned and pushed off you. He tutted disapprovingly at the condom he'd filled as he threw it in the bin.
He fell back on the bed, resting his head on his swelling biceps. He kicked the twisted sheets like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Stupid piece of shit! I hate my dick!"
"Relax!" you said, tickling his arm. "That was the best sex I've had in a while. That's how we're doing it from now on, okay?"
"From now on, we're going to have sex for two minutes?" he said, looking darkly at you.
"Oh no," you said. "Now, you're going to lick my pussy for half an hour." You smirked. "Is that long enough for you?"
Sion grinned, the colour instantly returning to his face.
He grabbed your thighs and spread them eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation.
"That sounds just about right…"
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sion had known you were drunk the second you tried to introduce yourself to him again. “hi,” you had said, blinking up at him with a smile that took up your entire face. “i’m yn.”
“i know.”
“you’re really pretty.”
“thank you.”
“do i know you?”
“unfortunately.”
that had been twenty minutes ago. now the bar was behind you, the city lit up by streetlights and passing headlights, and you had completely given up on walking. which was how sion ended up carrying you the rest of the way to your dorm. he was fully carrying you, one arm hooked under your knees and the other supporting your back as if you weighed absolutely nothing. you had spent the first five minutes giggling every time he adjusted his grip.
“stop laughing.”
“i’m not laughing.” you immediately started laughing harder. sion sighed. “this is going to be the longest walk home ever.”
“you love me.”
“you’re so drunk.”
“you still love me.”
he physically rolled his eyes, which only made you laugh harder. your head tipped back dramatically, hair dangling toward the pavement as you stared upside down at the world. “everything looks weird.”
“that’s because you’re upside down.”
“no, i think the street is upside down.”
“yeah.”
you squinted at him. “you’re making fun of me.”
“maybe.”
you tried to cross your arms, which was difficult considering you were currently being carried like a princess. sion barely reacted. every once in a while he’d shift you slightly higher against his chest without even breaking stride. the movement always made your stomach flip. “you’re strong. thank god for the gym" you stared at him after that.
then kept staring ... and kept staring. after a few seconds, sion immediately knew where this was headed. “what?” your smile somehow got bigger. “you’re really handsome.” he groaned. “here we go.”
“no, seriously.”
“yn.”
“like really handsome.”
“thank you.”
“do you have a girlfriend?” sion stared down at you for a moment before letting out a disbelieving laugh. one arm tightened beneath your knees as he adjusted you higher against his chest. “yn,” he said slowly, like he couldn’t believe this conversation was happening, “you are my girlfriend.”
you stared at him for a few seconds then your eyes suddenly widened. “no way.” sion immediately groaned and adjusted his hold on you. “yes way.” “seriously?” you asked, staring up at him. “yes, seriously.” your jaw dropped. “i’m your girlfriend?”
"you've been my girlfriend for 3 years" a shocked laugh burst out of you and you slapped a hand over your mouth. “that’s crazy. you picked me?” “i did," his tone was flat but you could see the faint smile creeping onto his face. your smile softened as you stared up at him. “you take good care of me.”
for the first time all night sion went quiet. the teasing disappeared from your voice and it was replaced by simple honesty. he glanced down and found you already starting to fade. your head was tucked against his shoulder now and your eyes drifting closed more and more with every passing second. every sentence seemed harder for you to hold onto than the last.
“someone has to,” he muttered. you hummed happily and snuggled closer against him. “good.” he felt your grip on his shirt loosen as sleep finally started winning. your breathing slowed and your body grew heavier in his arms as you relaxed completely against him. before he could say anything else, you were asleep. sion looked down at you for a moment before adjusting you slightly higher in his arms. your head immediately settled beneath his chin. he couldn’t help shaking his head to himself.
