A Woman's Perspective... oh!sion x asfab reader
"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.
“So,” He started, “Did I make you feel good?”
