Hi, friends. I came here for a second to talk about Lee Anton and how much that bastard loves getting slapped in the face. Thereâs no context: heâs a dog. Even though heâs a natural top, feeling your hand land two or three sharp slaps across his face is what sends this man straight to heaven and makes him spill every drop of his damn cum inside you.
With my sincerest regards, the sight of his flushed face and that beautiful, satisfied smile on his lips is, for me, more than enough to make you want to do it again.
Obviously, while you ride him, heâs so relaxed he doesnât even bother to help. Small eyes filled with pure pleasure, dark as the night. His body resting against the couch, he watches the way your body moves up and down, almost in slow motion. Eyes rolling back, moans slipping from your lips â heâs in pure ecstasy.
And then you hit him. Hard. With pleasure. He finally gets what he wants. Grips your hips without a shred of gentleness and fucks you like a doll, practically. He likes it when you curse, when you lose your head, because then he can provoke those reactions, push you to go further and further, until you donât even consider the idea that there could be a better fuck than his.
And then he fills you with all of his come, to the brim, until you feel sick from how much he exploded inside you.
Sion is the kind of person who has a very specific obsession with hand placement. Whether in public or in private, he always feels the need to be touching you. The way he hugs you, always keeping his hands firmly on your waist, when sitting together with his arms over your shoulders or his hands on your thighs, he loves to touch you; when sleeping, when waking you up. He craves contact and affection, and hates when youâre not holding hands or cuddling in every possible corner, making everyone around notice the kind of clingy couple you are.
Okay, thatâs something thatâs written all over his face and in the way he acts. However, thereâs something he is completely obsessed with: the fact that he loves having you on his lap, lying down, sitting, comfortable whether receiving or giving affection, or fucking you. He loves when you ride him and give it your all, while he allows himself to simply feel the effort, the fullness of your thighs or ass being squeezed between his fingers.
Sion is a lover of intense sex, swept up in passion, something so natural to him that it feels almost primal. He enjoys that clinging closeness, of being one with you, and so he is always touching you here and there just to feel you, to hear you sigh, to kiss your face and neck something heâs also clearly obsessed with. Biting and sucking your skin until it bruises, because he canât deal with the fact that you donât have at least one mark of his on you. Itâs almost like a vampire desperate for your blood: your shoulders and neck are like a blank canvas heâs always trying to paint on, to show the world that you belong to him.
He likes to squeeze and pinch, loves tight hugs, and most of the time, if you deny him that kind of affection, he usually feels neglected. His stubbornness is an art only he cultivates: if Sion wants you in his arms, on his lap, so he can hold you, then he will have it, and thereâs nothing you can do about it, except accept all the love he has to give you. Especially when it comes to moments in bed, fucking you desperately and holding you tightly in his arms, filling your skin with his long, slender fingers just to feel the power of being completely yours, just as you are his.
I had an idea in mind, and now that Iâve reached the end, I conclude that he is neither possessive nor obsessive. I think that when it comes to you and your relationship, he is capable of becoming a completely different person.
A/n : im obsessed no need to explain more. Just manifesting my craziness today and maybe one day I came back with more! English isn't my first language please if you see something wrong don't consider and it's just fanfiction read and just enjoy lovers đ
It was hot. Despite the gentle breeze, the sun was scorching, as if it could cook everyone alive. You felt a little tired from the effort. That vacation time you had finally taken to rest didnât seem to make much of a difference, since your boyfriend always found a million things to occupy your mind with. Luckily, that specific afternoon he was too lazy to leave the room, limiting you both to that cozy, homey vibe, with him lying on the bed beside you while you focused on the cotton candy youâd been eating since the moment you arrived. Something you hadnât done in a long time.
âItâs so hotâŚâ Sion complained like the big crybaby he was, face buried in his own pillow. You looked at him for a moment before chuckling softly, licking the sugar-sticky finger.
âToo hot⌠I thought I was going to play basketball today,â you said casually, keeping your back firmly against the headboard.
âItâs way too hot, I donât know if Iâd last long.â Sion turned his face to look at you, noticing your devotion to that sweet you just wouldnât let go of, intrigued by the way you seemed to savor it.
âWhat?â you asked when you realized he had suddenly stopped complaining.
âGive me a piece?â Sion asked simply, sitting up on the bed facing you. Reluctantly, you glanced at your treat, already so close to the end, and then back at him.
âBut itâs almost goneâŚâ you protested, unwilling to give in.
âDonât be selfish⌠just one piece.â Sion asked sweetly, hoping all that sugariness would convince you. And in fact, defeated by him, you tore off a piece from the stick and handed it to him.
âJust one piece.â You gave it to him. With a low chuckle, Sion caught your wrist and diverted the candy, going straight for your sugar-coated lips.
At first, you were startled by the closeness, because his intention wasnât just to kiss you. Bored, Sion had his own personal pleasure in teasing you, and it had actually taken him a while to do it this time. He invaded you with his wicked tongue, tasting the sweet flavor inside your mouth. You eventually kissed him back, your wrist feeling his grip holding you still. You kissed intensely, pushed by Sionâs eagerness, tongues rolling and dancing, pressing you against the headboard, though still keeping a certain distance he only wanted to kiss you desperately.
You gasped, even though you didnât want him to stop. Your air was running short, so you gradually slowed down, regaining some awareness of the situation. You opened your eyes and found Sionâs face, clearly amused by what he had just done. With a wide, mischievous grin, he slid his sly tongue over his lips to taste the sweetness, practically salivating, panting, and craving more.
âD-do you want more?â you asked, a little dazed. By then Sion had already released your wrist, so you used your free hand to grab the last piece. He watched patiently as you stuck your tongue out and rested the piece of cotton candy on top, before making it disappear back into your mouth. Maybe he didnât realize it, or didnât think much of it, but the effect you had on him was otherworldly. Your presence, even in the simplest moments, your uneven breathing, the desire to want more of you and to beg for it. it made him want to fly, break you apart, and rebuild you again. Sion was completely obsessed.
It didnât take long for him to lunge at you again, positioning himself between your legs and kissing you once more, invading with his tongue, hunting for that sweet taste in your mouth. You moaned softly at the new contact, tossing the candy stick wrapper aside. This time, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, rolling your tongue desperately, in that silence where only the smacking of kisses and the meaningless sounds escaping your throats marked each overwhelming spark.
Sion gripped your waist, digging his fingers into it, feeling your response as you pulled him tighter. Your lips moved in slow, intense rhythms, sometimes quickening. You were starting to crave more contact, and he did this kind of thing on purpose to make you delirious with the bare minimum pleasure he gave. And how you wished he would be even more reckless than that, how you wanted him to use his tongue to explore and invade you, how you longed for the hands clutching your waist to slide down to your thighs, squeezing hard enough to draw out shy, needy moans even if you hadnât meant to provoke him so much, though he clearly wasnât on that same page anymore.
Once you settled into that rhythm, the sweet taste still lingered in your mouth, but it quickly faded. Breathless lips and saliva trailing, leaving a thin line between you, only to reveal the desperation. You leaned toward him to seek his lips again. Sion responded instantly, nibbling on your lower lip, running the tip of his tongue across your lips, and then hinting at kissing you again, but he traced the dangerous line of your neck, searching for your pleasure spots, biting and sucking, marking your skin because he wanted to make sure of a few things while also giving you the pressure you craved. You gasped and moaned softly with each touch, feeling goosebumps rise and your insides tighten. He acted as if he didnât know that your panties were already in a state they hadnât been just minutes ago.
âBabyâŚâ you whispered, using your hand to push away his thick hair, looping it around your fingers until it was out of his face. He finally pulled back, looking confused about why you had stopped him.
âBabyâŚâ he replied to your plea in a playful tone, mocking you. His hands still insisted on caressing you, staying firm between your thighs, observing each of your expressions. âNext time, should we buy two? Even though I like sharing so much.â
âSharing is good too.â You replied, pulling him back to you, kissing his face and lips affectionately. While he held you close, you were ready for the next step, and so you did, going back to kissing deeply without the excuse of a meager sweet only Sion, thirsty for you and your sounds, spending hours in the kind of contact that was his favorite.
