“We can't do this,” you mumble against his lips, his glasses constantly bumping against your face.

“This is what you wanted right? Just let me fuck you.” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine and between your legs. The sheer thought of him bending you over the wooden desk makes you gulp. His large hands grip your waist, putting your body on the desk. Jisung doesn't say much, just watches your face as he unbuttons your pink floral blouse.

“I can't believe I let you talk me into this,” you sighed, giggling at your statement.

“It didn't take much,” he mumbles. Jisung pulls the blouse off your arms carefully, taking in the sight of your soft skin and teasing cleavage. Your lace bra excites him. Sure it's boring, but nothing makes him happier than taking an older woman to bed.

“You're a bad influence.” You look at him, pretty eyes on display just for him. Jisung snakes his hand behind your back, unclasping the bra with zero struggle. It hardly surprises you, but not much surprises you with him anymore.

Your best student. Your favorite student. Jisung always does well in your class, so much so that you stopped giving him so much attention halfway through the term. Little did you know, he liked the attention. He liked it so much he started purposely failing the class he once had perfect marks in.

Constantly showing up to your office hours with other students soon turned into asking you for private tutoring sessions. He would ask you to come to the library, subtly flirting with you until he didn't want to be subtle anymore. You remember the first time he told you he wanted you. “You're so pretty Ms. Y/N. Wanna see you bent over the table..” so the next time you met him, he gave you head in the utility closet. Not the best decision of your life, but it's one you definitely do not regret. His big strong hands, his deep voice, his body heat all over you in the closet made you obsessed. You just knew you needed more.

Jisung kisses you harshly, groaning into your mouth. He begins to unbutton his poorly ironed button up while your hands reach behind his neck, tangling in his hair pulling him closer. He smells like trees, musk, something you usually aren't into, but with him is different. Jisung wastes no time trailing his kisses from your mouth to your neck, peppering the skin in soft kisses. His hands run to your chest, squeezing the flesh roughly, pulling a whine from your lips. you like it rough and it didn't take him very long to figure that out. The boy kisses back up to your mouth, his tongue moving on its own and into your mouth. You taste like coffee, and he loves it. Jisung has been with many older women before, but something about you feels different. Maybe it's the fact that you're his professor, but it could be that you actually make him feel like a man. Not some cute 23 year old. You make him feel like he could keep up with you, and he won't let you down on that.

“How do you want it,” he says, biting his lip softly. “On the desk? The floor? Against the board?”

“However you want me,” you say almost in a whisper. You're so tuned on, you can't even think straight. “I need you, just fuck me.”

Jisung chuckled, pulling you from the desk. He unzips the skirt with ease, pulling it down instantly. The visual of you is heavenly making him harder and harder by the second. “The heels stay on, okay?”

Nodding, you step out of the puddle of clothes beneath you, quickly kicked away by the taller male. It takes him no time to grab you again, lips locking in a messy kiss while he snatches your panties down with so much force you feel a slight sting on your skin. Jisung bites your lip, sucking on it while gliding his fingers into you slowly. He leans your body against the desk, your hands now on his shoulders as he fingers you. It takes nothing to melt into his touch, the feeling of his warm long fingers stretching you out sparks something in you making you moan softly. it's nice and slow, almost mind numbingly slow but you don't mind not when his fingers are stretching you so deliciously.

“Fuck, you're so wet,” he mumbles, resting his forehead on yours. “Anyone else get you this wet or is it just me?”

“Didn't know there was a competition,” you laugh softly. Jisung starts to finger you faster, pulling a soft moan from your lips. His glasses are starting to fog up even more, making him look even cuter doing these sinful acts.

“Well if there's anyone else, I have to make sure I'm the best.” And he meant that. Your body shudders when the younger starts to rub your clit with his thumb. He's fully hard under his jeans and it's torturing you a bit, but you admire his dedication to get you off before he does.

Jisung knows what you like but not everything, so when he snakes his large hand around your neck as he starts to finger you harder, it's experimental. He watches you roll your head back, eyes rolling back when the pleasure spreads throughout your body. He squeezes a bit, adding pressure just to test the waters.

“Faster baby,” you whine, hands grabbing at his shirt to pull him closer. “I'm gonna cum.”

He does as you say, fingering you faster as he kisses you deeply, tongue all over your mouth. The two of you kiss roughly, your moans getting louder and louder in his mouth the moment he rubs your clit faster. Your body is hot, your tummy is getting tight. The more he rubs, pressure is starting to build in your abdomen.

You squeeze around his fingers tight, cumming all over his hands without warning. “F-fuck,” you groan into his mouth. Jisung pulls his fingers out of you, but doesn't stop rubbing the swollen bud between your legs. Your knees go weak when he rubs you fast, overstimulation taking over your body with every movement.

“Cum for me again Y/N, c'mon baby.” His voice is dripping with lust, eyes never leaving your pretty fucked out face for as long as he can see them through the fog. He removes his hand from your neck, immediately grabbing your right breast massaging it like his own personal stress ball.

“Tell me how it makes you feel,” he says into your ear. Jisung can clearly see that you can't speak, let alone hear what he's saying. All you can do is feel his hands all over you, the feeling making your hairs stand up.

You try to speak, but you're cut off by the wave of pleasure that falls over your body. The younger man laughs, his dark eyes staring into your eyes as he leans down, taking your nipple in his mouth. “J-jisung..fuck, I'm cumming.”

Your words came out in a whisper, making his dick jump in his pants. He wasted no time rubbing you harder and faster until you came in his hand again, the sound of your slick filling the room. Sweat began to form on your skin, body hot and fucked out just from him fingering you.

“Good girl.” Jisung kisses you deeply, fingers still rubbing circles in you very slowly, but still enough to make your legs shake. “Open your mouth for me.”

Your lips part and Jisung sticks his long fingers in your mouth.

“Suck.”

You wrap your lips around his digits, doing as he says once you taste yourself in your tongue. You don't look away, his eyes staring deep into yours making your heart beat even faster. He pulls his fingers out your mouth with a string of saliva following the action. Jisung kisses you slowly, the taste of your cum on your tongue making his head spin.

“So pretty,” he mumbles. You watch him sink to his knees, lip between his teeth as he silently grabs your legs, pushing them apart. His big hands squeeze your thighs as he wastes no time attaching his mouth to your pussy. His tongue lapped up your slick, steady eyes, never leaving your wild one.

“Ji, fuck,” you moan. Your legs are still shaking from the orgasm you just received. “Baby, i-its too much.”

Jisung ignored your words, removing one hand from your legs and closer to his face. A loud whine escaped your lips when he pulled your clitoral hood up, wrapping his plump lips around the swollen bud. Jisung sucked harshly, making your knees quiver almost instantly. The feeling makes your body go numb and your brain turns to mush.

You can no longer control yourself. Hands wrapped in his hair, the bleached locks were rugged harshly as you rolled your hips over his tongue. Your moans are slightly too loud, senses heightened too much. The room smells like sex, every hair in your skin is standing. It's too much but just enough.

Without warning you came with your pelvis pushing hard against his mouth. Jisung didn't let up, flicking your clit with his tongue.

“That's it , keep cumming on my face.”

One hand is on the desk gripping the wood and the other is in his hair holding onto him for dear life. You keep telling yourself this can't happen again but this is the exact reason it continues. No one has ever made you feel so good.

Your body shakes violently, jaw dropping in a silent moan as you come undone on his tongue once more. Jisung laps it up, tongue pressing against every bit of you.

“Fuck you're so good,” you huff out when he stand up.

“Always good for you professor.”

Too impatient to wait, you slam your lips onto his while trying to undo his belt. He's rock solid just from fingering you and eating you out. You can feel him through his pants, the sheer outline of his cock making you hotter and wetter. For a second, your hands fumble, your brain moving faster than your fingers. Jisung, growing impatient, snatches your hand off his waist, unbuckling his pants himself.

The way you tug his jeans and boxers down is almost too desperate for your liking but you need him. you need to feel him in you, especially after he was giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes all afternoon.

He says nothing when he turns you around and roughly pushes you onto the wooden desk. Your face is smushed on the surface and brows knit when your body grows hotter from the harsh action. You whine when he grabs your arms, pinning them on your back with a tight grip.

“I'm gonna drill this pussy so good you walk out of here with a limp.” He deep velvety voice whisper nasty things in your ears could make you cum alone, but you can't, not until he fucks the daylights out of you.

“You want that? You want me to make you limp,” he questions, chuckling when you nod fast.

“Please, please. I need you.”

Jisung takes out his cock, tip hitting his navel. He reaches into his back pocket, taking out a condom quickly. The tear of the paper excites you, making you bite your lip softly. Besides his agreeable personality, nice hands, good mouth, and wonderful way with words, he's particularly…endowed also. You've been with many men in your life, but he's by far the biggest in both length and girth. The stretch you feel when he enters you is heavenly, making your eyes roll back as your jaw goes slack. Unconsciously, you push your hips back, wanting him even deeper inside you. A whimper leaves your mouth when you feel a wet digit slowly slide into your asshole, hooking into the tight muscle.

Jisung slams into you, the thrust making you yelp as your skin pinches against the oak desk. He thrust again with the same viciousness as the first time pulling a guttural groan from your body. He continues to drill into you, not letting you get a break. Your brain turns to mush, face pressed on the desk as you drool.

Jisung watches the way your ass bounces when he fucks you, eyes flickering between your ass and feet, watching the way you try and keep your toes on the ground in the heels. It's like a scene from a porno. He's got you bent over, pushes so far up on the table your feet can barely touch the ground, pounding you from behind.

“That's right, keep squeezing me,” he groans, grip in your wrist getting tighter.

Your moans fill the room along with the sound of skin slapping. The feeling of your chest on the cold surface makes your nipples hard, the rough thrust adding pleasure with the friction. You want to grab something so badly, fingers moving to touch his hand. “Jisung, fuck,” you groan through your teeth.

Your head turns as much as it could, eyes staring directly at the string man behind you. He's fully concentrated on fucking the life out of you. lip between his teeth, he places his glasses next to you, getting annoyed with how much the slip. “You're such a slut,” he chuckles, smacking your ass hard. “A pervert who enjoys fucking her students. You like being a pervert?”

You clench around him, only able to whimper in response, but he wants words so he smacks your ass again. “i asked you a question Ms. Y/N.”

“Yes yes, I like being a pervert.” You were a mess. Words slurred, drool all over the desk, the squelch of your pussy filling the room. Your hips push back on him, ass meeting his pelvis with every thrust. You're so close you can feel it. The pleasure is building up in you more and more. Your moans get louder, back arching the closer and closer you get.

“Baby, I'm about to- fuck, why did you stop!” Frustration took over the second Jisung pulled out of you, letting go of your hands.

The man lifts your body and turns you around, picking your body up like it's nothing. He lays you down on the surfaces, your own saliva hitting your back in the most uncomfortable way possible.

“God you're so beautiful.” He pulls your hips closer to the edge of the surface, spreading your legs. His dick slipped into you with ease, immediately fucking into you like before. Jisung holds your legs to your chest, the image of you spread making him spiral. He lets go of your legs, you put them on his shoulders. Large hands attach themselves to your waist, gripping it tightly.

You feel your chest tighten when he kisses your leg, something far too tender for a student-teacher affair. In that moment you remember that this might not be you and him hooking up. This might mean something more to him, which is something you can't afford. But you can't think about that aspect of your relationship, not when he's fucking into you even deeper than before.

“You're so good,” you whimper out, hand reaching for his shirt. Pulling him closer to you, you immediately kiss him. It's different. Hungry, but not rough. “You're so good for me Ji.”

He knows this is just a forbidden affair, but the butterflies he told himself he couldn't have appeared, making this entire interaction 50 times more intimate.

“I'm so close, baby.” The words roll breathlessly off your tongue, making him moan softly.

“M-me too.” Jisung held onto you, thumbs pressing into your hip bones. Both of you, mindlessly allowing the pleasure to take over as you moan into each other's mouths, began to shiver feeling your orgasm on its brink.

Jisung let out a low groan feeling you cum around him, squeezing him tight. “That's right, cum on my cock.” He keeps pounding into you, closer and closer to his orgasm. The room is full with moans, whimpers, deep breaths. The words you're saying to him are slurred due to the unbearable overstimulating feeling flowing through your body.

His movements get sloppy, hips stuttering the moment he unloads himself in the condom. In most instances Jisung would cum and immediately get off of whoever he was with, but he finds himself being a lot softer this time. He stares at you, breathing heavily while he drinks the sight of you. He kisses you, deep and passionate one hand cupping your face while the other sits on your hip. He feels it. The feeling that if he doesn't pull out at that instant, he's gonna regret what he's about to say next, but it's too late. His mouth moves faster than his brain.

“I think I like you.”

The confession catches you off guard, his wide eyed look reminding you once again that he's a man, but a young one at that. This is what you didn't want. You didn't need a friendly hookup turning into something even more irresponsible.

“Jisung, you can't like me,” you laugh. You press your fingers on his chest, softly pushing the young man off of your limp body. Your back hurts due to the extra firm surface, and he definitely didn't give up on his promise of letting you limp out the room. “I'm your professor.”

You look at him expecting for him to look hurt or even sad, but no. He stands there pulling the condom off, tying the top carefully. “I know that. But… I can't help it. I'm human.”

“I'm human too. A human with a job to keep.” Jisung picks your clothes up and hands them to you after. “Maybe we should stop-”

“We don't have to stop Y/N. I don't want to stop,” he begs, making you raise a brow.

There it is. The young boy who's always been scared of rejection is finally showing. Jisung hasn't been rejected in a long time, every girl he's been with has always come onto him. But you? He had to work for you. He had to earn you. And he doesn't want to give you away that quickly, that easily.

“I thought we agreed we would do this with no strings attached. Even fucking in here was risky. I can't date my student,” you scoff. Your response was cold, heartless even, but it was the truth. Jisung might've come onto you but he knew what he was getting into sleeping with his professor. But maybe you thought too highly of him, maybe you thought he was more mature than other guys for his age but is proven not to be.

“I know what we talked about but, fuck, I can't help it,” he admits.

You sigh, putting your panties back on followed by the skirt. Your heels click in the silence of the room. You would hope he takes your silence as an answer but he doesn't stop talking.

“I know what it might look like but… we're both adults. I think you should give me a try. I mean I might be young, but… I can learn,” he says, trying to convince you, and it almost works. Almost. “I don't think I liked anyone like this before.”

You chuckle, looking up at him. He seems like a different person all of a sudden. You can't let his bad influence rub off on you too much, his words slowly convincing you to give it a try but you know better than that.

“Not now. I'm sorry. I can't do this with you right now. We should go before they close and lock the building,” you say, watching him nod in disappointment.

“Okay.” Jisung finishes fixing his clothes in silence. It's an uncomfortable, empty feeling. Usually, one of you would leave first to raise no suspicions, but he stands there, face like stone watching you fix yourself up.

“Aren't you going," you say, brow raised in confusion.

“I just.." Jisung pauses, taking a deep breath before he speaks. “I don't want you to think I'd say anything about this."

Your jaw clenches, eyes harden as you stare at him. You button up the fabric of your blouse as you roll your eyes. "We agreed that there would be no strings,” you sigh. “We can't take this too far. I'm serious.”

"Is fucking not taking this far," he scoffed. “So fucking me is fine but the second I ask for more you get uncomfortable? I know I said this would be low-key, but I don't want to be a hookup Y/N.”

"I just.. I just can't. We can't.” Your heels click as you walk behind the desk, grabbing your bag and swinging it on your shoulder. Your response isn't as cold as you wanted it to be. For some reason you sound strained like you didn't want to say those words.

"I'm very good at keeping a secret,” he says. Jisung follows behind you as you walk to the door. “Trust me.”

You pause, taking a deep breath as you turn around. You stare at him, taking his words into deep thought. You already trust him, so that's not the issue. It's mostly others you don't trust. What if he lost you and you don't know? What if you meet him at the wrong time and someone catches you? You swallow your pride, rolling your eyes before you answer.

"We can't meet on campus anymore okay?”

Jisung lights up, his gloomy expression fading away as soon as you say those words. "O-okay. Whatever you say."

“And we have to go out outside the city," you add. “Don't talk about me or call me around your friends.”

"Y-yeah absolutely.”

Tuesday

Sion: let's hang out (sent at 11:13 AM)

Sion: cmon I know your not busy today talk to me (sent at 2:03 PM)

Wednesday

Sion: don't ignore me (sent at 1:40 AM)

Sion: I miss you. Come back to me (sent at 2:20 AM)

Friday

Sion: saw you on campus. You looked pretty (sent at 5:24 PM)

Sion: don't try and ghost me I know where you live (sent at 5:30 PM)

Sion: just talk to meeee I miss you (sent at 9:12 PM)

Saturday

Sion: I've never been ghosted before you're really hurting my ego here :/ (sent at 6:48 PM)

Sion: I know you've been reading these messages cmonnnn (sent at 6:52 PM)

Sion: couldn't stop thinking about the other day. Really miss you (sent at 10:53 PM)

It's Sunday now and you still haven't responded to any of his messages, but your eyes keep rereading everything he sent you. You hate getting like this, letting your own thoughts get in the way of something that could be good for you. Something in your body keeps telling you to stalk his Instagram and scroll through your gallery, staring at pictures and videos of him despite you not wanting to face your conflicted emotions. Now you notice how cute his laugh is, how bright his smile looks. 

“Oh my gosh," you groan, throwing your phone down on your bed. You bury your face in your hands, embarrassment creeping into your bloodstream realizing how absolutely embarrassing it is to do what you're doing right now. You feel like a high schooler, blushing and flustered over a picture. But it isn't just because of the picture. 

When you look at him you remember what it felt like to be kissed, the feeling of his lips on yours fueled by the hunger both of you felt in that moment. The way his hands toured all over your body, gripping your skin in ways you could only imagine. Your stomach turns as your brain keeps replaying the scene of him going down on you, his words hitting you like bullets all while he makes you cum over and over again. 

Your thoughts instantly stop when you hear your phone ring. You pick it up, panic immediately washing over your body. It's Sion calling. Should you answer, ignore it, pretend to be asleep? But before you could decide, the device almost slips out your hand, your thumb swipes itself across the screen answering the call before you could make a decision. 

“Oh? I thought you hated me,," he says, a snicker filling his statement. 

You cough, not knowing how to respond to him. His voice tickles your eardrums in the most perverted way possible, your legs closing as you feel the heat rushing in. “I uh… I've been… busy," you say.

“Really? Busy doing what" he questions. You watch him through the screen as he sits back in the driver’s seat, phone positioned above his body. The angle gives a perfect view of his lap. 

“With work and school and stuff." Your voice trails off towards the end, making the man squint at you. 

“Are you going to bed now," he asked. 

"No, not right now…why?” 

"I'm picking you up.” Sion's face is unmoving, tongue darting out to wet his thick lips when your eyes widen. 

“W-wait, now? I-im not ready,” you say, brows furrowed in panic. 

"Relax, it's just me,” he says. Sion pauses and chuckles, nodding as if he understood something. "Or do you want to look pretty for me? Is that it?”

"I- no. You know I hate last minute plans,” you say, a pout unintentionally forming on your lips. 

Sion stares at his screen, licking his lips as he watches you. You see him move his hand that was resting behind his head to his lap, hand rubbing his thigh as he bit his lip. It felt like he was inviting you to come right there, right on top of him, and he knew you wanted to jump through the screen. 

"Don't avoid me anymore and just come.” 

His words were so simple but the way he said them made you tingle. Voice like velvet, words going straight to your core, instantly making you feel hot. Just come. You think you're hiding your emotions pretty well, just staring into the screen and blinking, but to him you look like a deer in headlights. 

"Sion I.. okay. I'll come, just get here quickly,” you say.

"I'm already outside,” he admits. Sion laughs when you look at him with your brows to the ceiling. 

"Fuck, how long have you been out there,” you say, quickly grabbing your keys. 

"Not too long,” he mumbles. "No need to rush, take your time. We have all night, unless you wanna see me that bad." 

“Shut up, I don't want to make you wait," you say, butterflies taking over. 

"Like you did this week,” he laughs. 

"Ugh, I'll see you in a second.” You hang up, shutting the door as you walk out of your studio apartment. You hate how your body betrays you before your mouth does. Your knees feel weak the closer you get to the elevator, and when you get in, it feels like you could collapse. You feel like these are the jitters girls get when they hang out with their crush when they're 15. The only difference is that you're not 15, and you should've already gotten rid of these jitters.

The doors open and you step out into the lobby of your complex. You can see him sitting in his car right in front of the door. He's already seen the most intimate parts of you so why are you nervous? Why are you wishing you hadn't come down stairs, and weren't currently walking up to his car?

You knock on his window, watching him turn his head quickly, unlocking the door. Opening his car felt like you were waltzing right into the lion's den but under all the tension, you wanted to be there. 

“Hey pretty," he says as you sit in the black leather seat.

"Hey,” you say awkwardly. 

Sion turns down his radio, the smooth r&b pretty much setting the tone for the night. Closing the door, you pretend to not notice him watching you, fearing it would set something off you weren't ready to handle. Sion drives off from the front of your building. There was silence for a second, the small hum of Victoria Monet filling your eardrums. You can't help but sneak glances at the man next to you. He looks so good in the low light of the streetlights, concentrating on the road in front of him as he drives with one hand. His hand is gripping the steering wheel tight, the veins in his knuckles and arms popping out just for you to see. 

You nearly melt when he reaches over, placing his free hand on your thigh, squeezing and rubbing the flesh like he'd done it before. You could feel your heart beating out your chest, body getting hot when he presses his fingers into your inner thigh. 

“Why'd you just leave the other night,” he asks, voice soft, but a bit stern. 

“I-I,uh… I was just homesick,” you respond, trying to crack a joke to ease the uncomfortable tension but he wasn't budging. 

"Tell me the truth.”

You gulp, anxiety blooming in your abdomen thinking about the words to say. You should be honest and tell him you got scared of your own feelings, but something wouldn't allow you to say it. You were scared of being played, laughed at even. He's used to doing things casually, but nothing is casual for you and you didn't want to scare him off by making your situation worse. 

"I understand if you regretted what happened but I just wish you would've told me,” he says, a small shrug after. 

“I didn't regret it! I was just…” You look out your window, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I was just confused." 

“About what? Tell me." Sion turns a corner, trees begin to surround the car and the view of street lights become rare. 

"My… feelings,” you answer. Sion glances at you watching you sink into the seat while staring out the window. “I have a lot going on in my head about… us.” 

"What about us," he asks, voice soft as his thumb rubs against your thigh. “Did you want to stop our… arrangement?" 

“I just don't know what to think about us. I think I like you. I don't know,” you confess, groaning in your seat. 

Sion's thumb freezes hearing your words. The reason was obvious, but he never thought you'd actually admit it. Your complicated feelings are going to force him to come to terms with the emotions he's been feeling for the week too. Sion doesn't know if he actually likes you romantically or not. He knows he enjoys making you orgasm, making you laugh and hanging out with you, but a romantic relationship is something that he's still trying to understand. 

Sion doesn't date. It's something he avoids at all cost, but the idea of dating you doesn't scare him. You and him have already shared so many parts of your life together that this milestone might've been the breaking point for you and he has to take that into account. Being your first was never something in the plans for him, but seeing you in this new light is intriguing.

“Have you always liked me," he asked. The low hum of the music calms his nerves, palms beginning to sweat on your skin. Sion moves his hand up a bit, his large hand pushing your shorts up a bit more making you gulp. 

"Maybe,” you say in a whisper. “I really liked what we did the other day." 

He glances at you again, a soft chuckle escaping his lips watching you cringe at your own confession. “So do you like me or the fact that we had sex?" 

“We didn't have sex! We just did other things," you say. The more you speak, the more you want to crawl into yourself and die. 

Sion turns onto a small dirt road. You don't recognize the area since it's dark and surrounded by trees, but it looks like he's familiar with it. He drives with confidence despite not being able to see much, but the further he goes the more you can see past the trees. Sion ends up driving into a small lot. It's big and there are small trails on either side between the trees. An old wooden fence stands next to a steep hill, at the end of the lot. Sion parks his car, the moonlight shining through his window making him look unreal. 

“Woah, this place is gorgeous," you say looking around the dimly lit area. You open the door, stepping out of the car in awe of the scenery in front of you. "How come I never knew about this place?”

"I like to come here sometimes,” he says, following you out the vehicle with his hands in his pockets. 

You turn to him, eyes narrow as you stare at his face. "Do you bring girls here often?” 

He laughs, shrugging his shoulders. “Would it make you jealous if I said yes?" 

Ouch. That stung for reasons it shouldn't have. Of course you're not the only girl he's brought to this place. "No,” you lie. "Doesn't make me jealous at all." 

"Relax, Im kidding,” he says, trying to quell your jealousy.

“Sure," you say rolling your eyes as you turn to the view in front of you. 

Sion stares at you a bit longer than he should, his thoughts lingering on your horrible attempt to hide your jealousy. He knows that while you do feel comfortable with his experience in dating, it makes you insecure. You don't often express your feelings to people, even the people you deem close and trustworthy. 

“I care about you, you know," he says. “I would never take advantage of you." 

“I know," you say. But even when he tells you that, you feel like you can't trust his words completely. 

Sion leans on the hood of his car, watching you walk towards the fence. He watches you gaze up at the sky, taking in the heavy scent of pine while leaning on the wood. It's annoying how pretty you are. Something about your aversion to affection or intimacy through the years made you pretty much untouchable to him even though he found you attractive. While you were ignoring him, Sion pondered on why exactly he never took a chance. Sion never had issues talking to girls uninterested in him before. So what was so different about you?

You look behind you for a moment, the view of him sitting and watching you, makes your stomach churn. A look in his eyes that you can't decipher. He lifts himself off the hood, walking up while you stare lost in thought.

“I'm glad you like it here," he speaks, his voice making you jump. Sion leans down on the railing, forearms resting on the wood. 

"You scared the shit out of me,” you say, a small gasp leaving your mouth. "Don't sneak up on me like that.” 

" What? You don't like surprises now?” Sion stands to his full height, turning his body to you. He towers over you, standing so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body. 

“Not out here in the forest and the dark," you laugh. “Feels like we're in a horror movie." 

“Well, let's turn it into a romance," he says, voice deep and low. Sion puts a hand on the other side of you, caging you between him and the fence. 

You turn around to face him, his face centimeters away from yours as he looks down at you. He's looking at you with those eyes again, like he’s ready to pounce on you and take you right here out in the open. 

"You're a really interesting woman,” he says, lips sliding into a smirk. "You sneak out of my house before I wake up, ignore my messages for a week, but the second I call you, you come running to me."

"I didn't run! You make it sound like I was sitting next to my phone waiting or something,” you mumble, refusing to look at him. Your eyes remain on your feet while the male in front of you couldn't stop grinning. 

There's nothing you hate more than being called out. He knows that you've been trying to process your emotions, so why does he have to make it hard for you? Why does he have to take you to a secluded place, press his body against yours, and whisper in your ear? Doesn't he know you're dying inside?

"You would probably like it if I did that,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. Snickering to yourself, you just so happen to glance up at the man in front of you, his eyes staring into yours intensely.

"Maybe I would.” Sion narrows his eyes at you, studying your body language. You're keeping to yourself, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of your jacket. “Can I be honest with you?" 

You nod.

“I think I may have a crush on you," he says, lip between his teeth. He tries to stop himself from smiling watching you get flustered at his honesty. 

“What? On me?" For some reason, you didn't see this coming. Yes, you and him were intimate, but no one expects a man who doesn't get crushes to get one randomly. 

"Yeah. You wanna be honest with me now?" 

“Honest? About what?" You try to feign innocence to avoid the current topic at hand, but your mouth goes dry the second he slides his tongue against his teeth, gripping the wood making the veins in his arms pop. 

"Don't be coy.” 

You sigh under your breath. His intimidating and commanding nature scares you. It's hard to keep up the act so you decide to drop it, just this once. "I think I have a crush on you too," you say, almost in a whisper. 

“What was that? I didn't hear you," he teases, leaning into your face. 

You laugh, pushing him away playfully. "You heard me. Don't be annoying.” 

Sion doesn't say anything. He just grabs your hips and pins you against the wooden beam, body pressed against yours losing all inward battles to control himself. Your laughing stops, eyes going wide when you feel his hands snake to your back. 

“I know you think I don't date but… I really don't want this to be casual,” he confessed. “I wouldn't want us to drift apart. I like you being in my life." 

You blink, heart beating out your chest. You feel like you're in a romance movie. His words are hitting you hard, so hard you're speechless. No one has ever told you they liked you like this. The most you ever got was a ‘come over,’ but this was different. It felt sincere.

"I like you in my life too.” you seem so small to him all of a sudden. You're not an easy woman, but he's an easy man. The second you nibbled your lip proved that. 

Sion couldn't hold it in for a second longer. He tilts your face up to him, immediately diving into your mouth. You're so taken back by the sheer force of his actions not being able to catch the rhythm as fast. Sion feels that he surprised you and chuckles against your lips. The hand that rests on your back slides to your hip again, his lips moving from your mouth to your neck, kissing you soft and slow. 

Sion wants to see you lose control, do something you'd never think of doing. He can feel himself stir in his pants just thinking about it. He wants to make you feel good right here, finger you and melt into his name rolling off your tongue. The feeling of your tight cunt around his cock would send him into a frenzy, hand on your chest while he pants into your mouth. He can't help it, you'd feel too good against him, so good he'd probably-

“S-sion,” you said, voice soft and quiet. "I want you to touch me..” 

His mouth went dry, he could pounce on you right now. But your eyes are saying you want it nice, and slow so he'll gladly oblige. Your breath hitches when you feel his hand leave your face, trailing down your body. This feels different. It feels nothing like the first time in his bedroom. It's more intense and it makes you feel like you're going to explode if something doesn't happen soon. 

Sion's hand dips into your shorts and panties. One finger slides into your folds, your arousal completely drenching the digit. Sion watches your face twist in pleasure when he starts rubbing your clit. 

“Missed you so bad," he breathes. You hold onto his arms, the wooden beam fully supporting your weight the weaker your body becomes. “Missed those pretty faces you make." 

You bury your face in his neck out of embarrassment, moaning softly into his body. His fingers rubbed you slow in circles, wanting to drag out the stimulation for as long as he could. Your hands tremble at the pleasure, lip between your teeth as the pleasure flows through your body. 

“Did you miss me," he whispers.  

You nod your head, looking up at him through your long lashes. “Missed you everyday." You couldn't believe what was happening to you. The sheer possibility of this place also being someone else's spot was nerve wracking so you tried to be as quiet as you possibly could. 

Muffled sounds tickled his ears along with the hum of rustling trees and crickets chirping in the bushes. It's romantic, and Sion doesn't consider himself the romantic type. He moves back a bit just to look at you. You're so pretty, panting softly into the open air while you cling to him.

Sion leans down, kissing you soft, letting you fully mold into him. Your kisses were slow and sensual just like the first time you’d kissed him. His tongue entered your mouth the same time he pushed 2 fingers into you, making you whine into the kiss. 

You squeeze around him as he moves his hand, the feeling of him turning you in so much. “I missed you so much," you mumbled on his lips.  "Feels so good Sion..” 

“I know baby I know," he says, a smile tugging at his lips as he rests his forehead on yours. Your whines and moans only got louder when he fingered you faster, damn near knocking the wind from your chest. This is only the second time you've been fingered in your life, so every nerve ending in your body is on fire due to the sensation. 

"Does that feel good baby?” His deep voice only brings you more pleasure. 

"Mhm,” you moan. 

He watches you bite your lip, throwing you head back the second he pushes into you deeper, curling the digits against your walls. Sion takes in the way your jaw drops, making your pants and whimpers escalate in volume. 

“F-fuck just like that," you whine, brows furrowing at the feeling. "Sion, fuck..” 

"I got you pretty girl,” he mumbles, voice like velvet to your ears.

Your hips roll on his hand, wanting more friction against your clit. Breathy moans fill his ears as your hands grip onto his arms. Your fingers begin to dig into his skin that's protected by his hoodie. Sion smiles when you pull him close, kissing him with all the energy you could muster up. Your tongue slithered perfectly into his mouth, all the kisses were hot and wet full of moans and groans. 

"You're gonna cum all over me hm,” Sion mumbles in your mouth. “Gonna cum on this dick if I say so, won't you?” 

Your nod fast, your moans rising in pitch when he starts kissing you again. You can feel it building up, your stomach getting tight the more he pounds his fingers in you. 

"S-sion, fuck..” Your whimpers land on his lips the second you cum, your body instantly tensing against his. The moment you orgasmed, the wind finally hit you, air finally entered your lungs and your ears are more acute to every sound around you. Your eyes are screwed shut, the slight sheen of sweat lingering on your forehead. 

He lets you catch your breath, cock twitching watching you cum from his fingers. Sion takes his hand out your pants, your cum glistening on his fingers in the moonlight. He could sense the embarrassment creeping into you with the way you hid your face in his neck. 

"I can't believe I just did that,” you say on his skin. "That was insane.” 

"First time for everything,” he says, his soft chuckle making you even more embarrassed. "But right now, I wanna do worse.” 

You lift your head to look at him. That's when you could feel it. Looking down between your bodies, the tent in his sweats was massive, but instead of being scared you were intrigued. You wanted all of him and wouldn't mind if he took right where you stood.

“I..I think I'm ready," you say, waiting for his reaction.

“You sure?" Sion's face doesn't change, but his eyes do. He looked at you like he was going to eat you alive. You were curious. He's told you things he probably shouldn't have as a friend about his sex life. How he can get a bit rough, go too hard, pull hair sometimes. 

“Yeah”, your pretty eyes making him grab you instantly turning you around on the fence. A small gasp leaves your lips when you feel him press his hard cock on your ass, the foreign feeling arousing you once again. 

“When you were ignoring me," Sion whispers, placing his hands on your hips,”I wanted you so bad.” 

He pulls your bottoms down along with your panties, leaving you exposed to the wind. Sion grabbed you once more, pulling you close to him so your naked ass is against his bulge. 

"I came just thinking about you,” he continues. Sion reaches into his pocket, the other hand that's on your skin reaches to your front, fingers rubbing your clit slowly. "All I wanted to do was make you mine. Show you everything I know you've fantasized about.." 

You feel him tugging his sweats and boxers down, unable to keep your curiosity in check. You turn around, body tensing once you see his cock. It's big and you don't know if you can handle it. It's almost fascinating, so much so he notices how you can't stop staring. His eyes don't leave yours when he places the condoms package between his teeth ripping the plastic. Your mouth goes dry watching his hand get lower and lower, sliding the rubber onto himself. He lets the plastic fall from his mouth, licking his lips immediately. 

Sion pulls your body closer to him, placing the hand that was on your clit onto your jaw, holding it gently as he kisses you deep. His tongue dances in your mouth while he guides his cock between your legs. A whine leaves your lips when you feel him rub himself between your folds.

“Gonna fuck this pretty pussy so good, you'll never want anybody but me," he says, deep voice rattling though your body. “youre mine.." 

Sion positioned the tip at your entrance, pushing it in you slowly. He pauses hearing you gasp. “If it hurts just tell me," he says, kissing a spot behind your ear.

He half expected you to say it hurt, but instead you shook your head, brows furrowed along with your eyes shut. "So big,” you gasp. You gripped the wooden fence, gulping at the stretch. Your hands trembled, body on fire due to the stretch. Was it normal to feel like this? To feel like you were being split apart in the best way possible? 

Sion places a hand on your wrist and the other that's gripping the fence. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent to the sound of your grunts. Sion starts to move agonizingly slow for himself. He's so turned on he could wreck you where you stand, but he can tell he just about knocked the wind out of you already. 

"You're doing so well pretty,” he says in your ear, low and raspy. "Taking my dick like a good girl.” he plants wet kisses on your skin while pressing you against the wood more. 

You press your hips against him more, your back snug against his chest wanting to feel more of him. You allow your head to fall back on his shoulder a bit, eyes closed taking in every inch he's giving you. Sion kisses your cheek, hips still moving inside you prompting you to turn your head a bit. You open your eyes, his gaze just as intense from before, but he looks at you like you're going to break.

"Faster,” you whine softly. You reach back, fingers planted at his nape.

Sion almost jumps out of his skin the moment you spoke. He thrusted in you faster, every movement building more and more pressure very quickly. He's sensitive, too sensitive. You're so tight and warm, moans so pretty. He has a thing for public sex, and your being so into the idea of fucking him out in the open is an insane turn on for him, so turned on he could cum at any moment. But he can't. He has to give you the best night of your life. 

"Sion,” you moan. “Just like that.." 

The way you whimper his name makes him spiral. Your voice is like honey dripping into his ears. "You feel so good baby,” he groans in your ear. “Wish I did this ages ago, fuck." 

You turned, pulling him to you with a firm grip on his hair, kissing him deep. Sion kisses you back hot and heavy, tongue covering every inch of your mouth. The kisses are loud and messy, saliva being exchanged so rapidly. Sion's body is on fire, his thrust getting harder and deeper. 

You moan into his mouth when he slams his hips into your body, the force making you yelp. And then he does it again, and again, and again. Sion continues to moan and grunt loudly into your mouth. Your jaw hung while he pounded in you, the pleasure building so good it left you speechless. 

You could feel his dick so deep inside you, back arching against his pelvis with every move. It felt too good, so good you couldn't stop yourself from bouncing your ass every time he thrusted in you. 

“That's right, keep going," he grunted. Sion takes one hand off the fence letting it run wild underneath your shirt. "You wanna cum?” 

“Y-yeah," you moaned. 

“Work for it." He pulls your breast out the cup, squeezing the flesh in his hand like a stress ball. You shiver, whimpering softly at the feeling of your hardened nipple rolling between his fingers. “Show me how bad you want it.”

“I-i wanna cum Sion," you moaned, begging him to bring you to your orgasm. “Please, please.." You let your head fall onto his shoulder once again, body jolting every time he pounds into you from behind. Tears began to gather in your eyes. It felt so good you could cry right there. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum on this big cock," he growls through gritted teeth. He trails his hand from under your shirt to between your legs, fingers flicking your clit fast. He feels you pulsing around him as you let out a moan that sounded close to a sob. 

The lines of private vs public are very blurry for the both of you. You're lost in each other, so lost you both forgot you're not in his house or in your room, you're in a forest on a wooden fence. The pleasure has intoxicated you completely stopping either one of you from talking too loud, moving too much, being cautious. You've never been this free in your life, and it turns Sion on so much to know that he got you to this point.

Sion moans in your ear, thrust becoming more and more erratic the closer he gets to his high. The hand that rests in yours on the fence grips it, palms sweating from the energy he's been exerting. He feels it building and building, like a bubble that needs to be popped, but he wants you to cum first. He wants you to know what he can give you any time you ask for it. 

“Fuck keep squeezing me like that," he moans. Sion pounds into you uncontrollably, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the space around you both. “Tight fucking pussy.. all for me, all mine, right babygirl?" 

You nod fast, moans falling from your lips. “All yours, just yours." Sion kisses you, the force of his lips making you grip his hair tight. Teeth clashing, wet sounds piercing your ears, tongue all over his mouth. "I-im about to cum,” you whimper, hand gripping the wooden fence while you push your hips against him more. 

"C'mon Y/N, let go for me. Cum for me babygirl." He keeps his pace, his resolve beginning to wither the second he feels your body begin to shake. Your hand on his neck is trembling, whimpers turning into high-pitch moans every time you try and catch your breath. It's magical really, the way your body reacts to his is something he's never experienced before.

Your legs shake as you pulse around him, cumming as he bullied your sensitive clit. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth open in pleasure as the high spreads throughout your body. 

"That's right," he says in your ear. Sion keeps his pace, continuing to fuck you through it. His hand leaves your clit, placing it on your hip, gripping the flesh roughly. “Now I want you to make me cum. Can you do that for me?" 

You can't even think on your own, your body just does whatever he tells you to do. You bounce your hips on him hard, meeting his thrust every time. Your legs are still shaking, the overstimulation starting to get to you, but it feels so good. You can't stop moving even though it's too much. 

"Y-youre doing so good baby,” Sion stutters. His brows are furrowed, unable to pull his eyes away from the scene below. His hips begin to slow, but yours don't, practically milking the orgasm out of him. Sion couldn't even feel it creeping up, but when it happened, he damn near exploded. His body trembled, groaned loud and grip on your hip tight. 

There was a silence that hung in the air around you both. Nothing but wind, the soft hum of crickets, and your heavy breathing could be heard. This was the only time it registered to both of you that you were indeed in a public area where anyone could've seen you. The possibility was unlikely, but never disappeared. 

Sion pulled out of you slowly, the loss of him filling you up making your body go limp. Now you know why girls go crazy over guys after they've had sex. That was probably one of the best experiences of your life despite it playing out the exact opposite of what you imagined for yourself. 

Sion couldn't believe it. That was probably the best sex he's had in his current lifetime, and that scared him a bit. He knows how he can get with girls he really likes, which is another reason why he prefers not to date, but it feels like you were meant to be. 

“Y/N" Sion called out softly, breaking the silence first. “Let's get back in the car, okay?"

You nod slowly. He removes his hand from yours that's in the fence, the absence of his warmth making you frown a bit. You turn around, trying to pull your bottoms up, but before you could bend over to do so, Sion takes care of you. He fixes up your clothes, tying the string to your shorts afterwards. 

“Thanks," you say, awkwardness starting to fill you up once again as you fix your bra. Sion looks at you chuckling at your closed off demeanor. 

"No problem,” he chuckled, amused by your sudden formality.

When he's done with you, he takes the condom off, tying the end of it. Sion pulls his pants and boxers up, still standing so close to you you could kiss him, but before you could he steps away. Sion takes your hand, leading you back to his car. He opens the door for you letting you in first before he enters. 

He shuts the door with a thud, the silence from outside following you both into the car. The tension is thicker that either of you could imagine. You're sitting next to each other fully clothed like you didn't just fuck out in the open. It's giving you a whiplash.

“So," you start, your usual reserved shy personality creeping back up on you.

“So?" Sion chuckles, licking his lips while he sits back in his seat, scanning your face and body. 

“That was very… passionate,” you manage to get out. You can't say good, perfect, ‘absolutely knocked your socks off’ yet, so the best you could come up with was passionate. 

“Yeah," he chuckles. “I.. really enjoyed that." 

You gulped, nodding as you listened to him speak. Your stomach did 100 backflips at his words. “R-really?" 

He nodded, smiling at how shocked you were. “Did you like it?" 

Sion scares you. He's so honest about the way he feels and the way he goes about things. He feels no hesitation when telling you what he likes and doesn't like, and he expects the same from you. His eyes stare into yours like they're searching for something, anything and you don't know what it is. 

“I really liked it," you confess. 

“I'm glad," he sighs. Sion reaches over, hand gripping yours tight as he stares at you, eyes practically undressing you where you sit, but he holds back. “I'm taking you on a date tomorrow." 

Your brows shot up, surprised at the revelation. “Really? Already?" 

“This was supposed to be a date but.." Sion bit his lip, giggling at the events that happened moments ago. " We got a bit carried away.” 

Your face gets hot, looking away from him for a moment, but Sion hates that. He reaches for your face, turning your chin to face him again. The kiss he plants on your lips feels like he's done it millions of times already, and you like that feeling a lot.

He pulls away slowly, the tender kiss still lingering even when you open your eyes. 

“You look tired," he mumbles, a smile cracking at his lips. 

You were tired. It's 2 am at this point, and your energy is gone from the great first time sex you just experienced. “I am," you nodded. “Exhausted." 

“We can go back to my place," he suggests. He half expected you to say no, so when you nodded he couldn't have been more happy. Sion took your nodding at a sign to leave this quiet spot only he knew. Starting his car, he glances at you again, only to catch you staring at him with sleepy eyes.

Sion sits next to you on the couch, legs spread as he props his head on his arm that rests on the arm of the couch. He stares at the screen, barely paying attention to the film. He notices how you immediately distanced yourself, but that draws him in more. He can't help that he's attracted to you, but he can control it, not for long though.

Sion turns his head looking at you for a moment. All he can think about is getting on top of you and showing you a real good time. He wants to show you and teach you things about yourself that only he can bring out of you. It was a miracle you actually took him up on his offer, because otherwise, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

“Y/N," he says.

His voice startles you, taking you out the screen. You look over, his eyes staring into your soul. It's the same look he gave you moments prior, like he was ready to eat you, but he sat there still waiting for you to respond.

"Hm,” you answer, unconsciously gulping.

" Are you really enjoying this movie,” he questions, a smirk appearing on his face.

You could sense his energy beginning to shift, the safety you felt in one corner of his couch beginning to slip away. "Y-yeah, it's pretty alright,” you say. You're tugging at the fabric of the sweats he let you borrow for the night. To you it's just a nervous fidget, but he can't stop looking at your fingers, wondering how it would feel if you tugged his hair nice and hard, or how pretty they would look around his hard cock.

He keeps staring at you, and you're doing everything in your power to not look his way, but he's so magnetic. You turn your head slightly only to be met with the strongest eye contact you've ever received in your life. Making the mistake of trailing your eyes a bit further, you see he's half hard in his sweats. The sight makes your hairs stand up, feeling like a baby giraffe that accidentally wandered into the lion's den.

Quickly you look away from him, not seeing the man next to you begin to grin. Your eyes are glued to the LED screen in front of you and that's when the TV starts showing a scene neither one of you should be seeing. The man and woman on the scene begin kissing each other. Fingers roaming, hands grabbing, the passion flowing in the movie is starting to reach you. You watch as the male actor starts to trail his hands between the female actor's legs, lips attached to her neck. You can't help but wonder how that would feel. How would it feel if Sion had you on his counter, kissing your neck, hands in your pants fingering you like no tomorrow?

Sion notices how glued your attention is to the screen. The grip on your pants is beginning to loosen the more you watch. He can see how big your pupils get when the woman on the screen begins to moan. You watched them carefully, following the man's movements as he pulled her off the counter, falling to his knees directly after and tugging her pants down. Sion can't seem to rip his attention from how wide eyed and curious you look. He can tell you like what you see, how you wonder how good it would feel.

“You wanna try," he says, staring at you with heavy lids.

His voice startles you, making you jump. Your head whips to him, eyes wide as you start to realize he's been watching you the whole time. “W-what? No!"

“You look like you wanna try," he says softly. “Do you?"

Your hands start to fidget with your pants again, the anxiety starting to set in. You do want to try. You want to try really bad, but every excuse you made hours prior is starting to rush into your head again. It shouldn't matter because he already touched you, but his head between your legs is different than just his hands.

You didn't speak, just nodded. You expected him to get up and pull you like the man in the movie, but he stays seated still staring at you.

"What made you curious,” he asked.

Your eyes trail to his lap again, his cock fully hard under his sweats open for you to see. You gulp, looking back at him without answering his question. Sion chuckles softly at your alarmed look, finding amusement in your withdrawn disposition.

"Don't laugh at me,” you say, voice quiet.

"I'm not laughing at you. I just want to know,” he says, trying to reassure you.

"I just… it's one of those things in the books that people say is so good… I'm just curious that's all,” you say, turning your face from him. "My other friends say most guys are bad at it, so I don't know…”

"Well they haven't been with me,” he says, voice dripping with cockiness.

You turn to him, completely tuning out whatever is happening on the TV. You're doe eyed, practically begging him to come to you, and he does. Sion scoots closer to you, his black tank top riding up his waist as he moves. He's close to your face, staring at your lips, but he doesn't move, he just sits there teasing you with the proximity. He loves watching you squirm, making you unbearably uncomfortable, but something is different now. You're not looking at him like you want him back at the end of the couch. You're looking at him like you want him to kiss you in the best way possible, and who is he to deny that silent request?

Sion cups your face, other hand sneaking behind you onto your waist. He locks his lips with yours just as slow as he did the first time earlier that night. The soft kisses soon turned to open mouths, hot kisses with the man in front of you unable to control himself. He doesn't waste time with you, immediately sticking his tongue in your mouth, but you don't shy away like you did last time. Instead, the energy is reciprocated with you biting his lip softly.

You find yourself opening up to him, legs dropping as you turn your body to face him more. The hand that's on your lower back sneaks to your ass, squeezing the flesh in his hands. Your lips are still attached to his, hands on his chest grabbing at his shirt. Sion gradually ends up on top of you, knee between your legs nudging against your sensitive heat. He kisses your neck, the feeling making your brows knit.

His hands naturally pull up your shirt, groping you roughly. It was out of your comfort zone, so you jumped when he touched you. Sion almost forgot that you've never done this before, he just wants you. “I'm sorry, I got too excited.”

you nodded, attention immediately being averted as you watched him pull off his shirt. The flame in your belly grew bigger. You've seen him with his shirt off countless times, but in this lighting, the movie playing in the background, with him on top of you, was very different. His expression was full of desire and lust, it almost scared you,, but your desire for him was scarier. You don't think you'll be able to control yourself in the future if you go further with him, but you want to go further. you want to lose control.

Sion lifts himself off your body, gazing at you with faded eyes. With a lip between his lips he gets off the couch, instantly kneeling in front of you. He grabs you, turning you to face him. You gulp, not knowing how to respond to the man handling. Your heart is beating out of your chest, this visual of him on his knees in front of you sending you into a spiral. As embarrassing as it is, you've thought about this before, imagining him between your legs on a bed or maybe against a wall as he's balancing you with his big strong hands. It was never intentional, maybe just an intrusive thought you've had once or twice. But you've never thought of this before, Sion on knees for you, looking up at you with those big brown eyes, giving you a look that could kill.

“I have a confession,” he says, a deep voice breaking to silence between you both. His hands gently grab onto your legs, rubbing them up to your thighs. He gently squeezes them, pressing his thumb into your flesh a bit more.

“What,” you say in a quiet voice.

“Ive always been into you.” Sion’s hands move to the waist of the sweats. He dips his fingers into the clothes, watching as you lift your hips. He likes the boldness in your movements, the girl who was unsure minutes ago now knows what she wants, and he finds it sexy. Sion loves how shy you are, but there's nothing more sexy than watching you do something with confidence. “I’m so attracted to you, you have no idea.” he pulls the sweats off of you, your panties following in one motion.

You're frozen in place, his lack of hesitance continuing to surprise you even though you shouldn't be. He's staying at the spot between your legs, the emotion on his face making you want to crawl into a hole, but you want to crawl into him too. Sion doesn't automatically devour you like they do in the books and movies. He's slow and intentional with his approach, taking one of your legs and kissing down the limb slow. he maintains eye contact, never pulling his attention from you for anything. He loves your eyes, the way you're so unintentionally doe eyed as you watch him, making him smirk as he places your leg on his shoulder.

“You're so pretty Y/N,” he whispers between your legs, face close to your soaked pussy. Sion knows how to get a girl ticking, and one of his ways to do so is by kissing her inner thigh, sucking on the skin, like he's doing at this very moment. You can barely think straight, stomach in knots and head jumbled with incoherent thoughts. “Say it.”

“S-say what?”

“Say that you're pretty baby,” he repeats.

“I-I..” You try to speak but your mouth waters when you feel him leave a wet kiss on your opposite thigh, hands squeezing your leg soft. “I'm pretty..”

“Good girl,” he whispers into your leg.

“Sion?"

"Hm?” His tone is velvety, raspy just how you like it.

“My friends tell me not every guy does this," you say, unable to look away from him. “Do you.. do this with every girl you're with?" Your hesitance makes his heart ache. You're too cute for your own good, it turns him on so much.

"Only girls that I like,” he answers softly, clicking his tongue. Sion decides he's had enough teasing you as kisses your clit softly. Your body jolts in response due to the unfamiliar feeling. He places another kiss on the sensitive area, tongue licking your heat. Your body shivers, brows scrunching as you process the sensation between your legs. Sion's eye contact remains strong as he licks your pussy, the muscle thick and warm against you. He starts to flick his tongue on your clit, giving you the most eye rolling stimulation you've received in your life. A soft moan escapes your lips followed by the slight curl of your toes not going unnoticed by the man below you. He continues moving his tongue against you, hands gripping your legs tight. Sion wraps his lips around the bud, sucking it softly. You're whimpering and squirming in the seat just how he likes.

“You like it?” Sion swirls his tongue around the bud, the visual lighting another spark in you.

“Mhm,” you moan. “I like it so, so much."

He doesn't slow down, tongue licking you all over just to taste you. You're tugging on the fabric of his couch, nails sinking in. He watches you trying to find something to pull, to tug.

"You can touch me baby,” he says. His face is wet, glistening in the low light of the living room. "Pull my hair."

And so you did without being told twice. Sion got right back to eating you out with your fingers tangled in his locks. Your nails scratched him just right, every tug making him feel like he was doing something right. Your nails scratched his scalp in the most perfect way possible, with every lick and suck you tugged, making him harder and harder under his pants. He could feel himself pulsing, precum leaking so good his boxers were wet.

Your face is twisted in pleasure, eyes closed and head tossed back as he keeps his rhythm. That's when you feel him speed up a bit, your head falls back down, eyes looking at him with your jaw dropped.

“S-sion, I'm gonna cum," you whimper. He keeps licking you, nose bumping your sensitive clit with every movement of his pretty head.

“Not yet baby," he says, removing himself from your cunt. “Want you to cum on my fingers."

Sion pulls a hand off your body, two fingers instantly ending up between your legs. You look at his calloused hands instantly feeling yourself get even more turned on by him. Sion sticks his tongue out, letting the spit drip on your entrance, making the messy scene a bit more messy. He takes his fingers gently rubbing the area.

"Can you take two,” he asked, voice raspy.

"I-i don't know," you say. Your mind is jumbled, pleasure still running through your veins as he tries to speak to you in a way that makes sense, but nothing is making sense, not when he's about to make you cum hard. “Just touch me, please."

Sion sticks those two same fingers in his mouth, coating them in his saliva before putting them back between your legs. He can feel your foot arch and toes curl as he presses those fingers against your pussy, pushing them in slowly allowing you to stretch around the two digits. Your body tenses, eyes screwing shut when you feel the unfamiliar pressure. It doesn't hurt, but it does feel a bit uncomfortable.

"You're so cute,” he mumbles. "Wanna see you on my dick just like this. You want that?" Sion pumps his fingers in your agonizing slow, pulling moans and whimpers out your body.

“Yes, yes. Fuck," you whine.

Your face was twisted in pleasure, lip between your teeth, pupils blown wide. Your body was on fire, the sheer feeling of his fingers being almost too much for you, but Sion won't let the fun end too fast. He attaches his mouth to your clit, tongue flicking it so fast you couldn't keep your moans down. He's enjoying watching you get off so much, he needs to feel something. Sion starts to grind on the couch, the friction clouding his head even more.

The filthy sounds falling out your mouth, the sucking and slurping sounds coming from below you, you like it all too much. You like the way he looks up at you when you tug his hair a bit too hard, the way he talks to you, makes sure you're liking what he's doing. His free hand reaches up to your thigh, traveling to your ass just to squeeze.

“Fuck, keep moving. Just like that princess," he groans, watching you grind on his fingers. You didn't even know you were moving, all you knew was that you were close and wanted to cum soon.

"Sion, I'm gonna cum,” you whimper, throwing your head back on the couch.

“Yeah? You're gonna cum on my fingers?" He pounds his fingers in you faster, still grinding on the couch. His boxers are all sticky from the amount of precum dripping into them. “I know you can do it. Keep going, baby. Cum in my mouth."

You feel your body starting to tense the second Sion wraps his plump lips on your clit, sucking it so hard you eyes roll back. That's when you feel your legs begin to tremble, toes curling almost instantly. You feel yourself release around his fingers, walls fluttering around the thick long digits. You try to catch your breath when he slows down, but his lips don't leave your body.

“S-sion I can't take it," your moan, hand still gripping his hair. He stares at you with no intention of coming back up. His tongue keeps moving, face wet covered in your arousal. You nearly cry when you feel him begin to pump his fingers in you once again, the overstimulation making your heartbeat soar.

"I can't help myself,” he mumbles, words muffled against your skin. "So pretty baby. Taste so good...” His tongue laps up any bit of cum that's still left, his groans traveling through your body like an electric shock. He finds himself burying his face between your legs, drinking up everything you have to give him in an instant. His nose keeps nudging your poor sensitive clit, the constant stimulation making you tremble and cry out his name over and over.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming Sion,” you whimper. "Oh my God, fuck..”

Sion finger fucked you through your third orgasm of the day, your loud moans sounding like music to his ears. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, finally pulling away from your soaked pussy giving the spot between your legs a soft kiss. Sitting up, he can finally see you properly. You're beautiful like this. Sweaty, messy, eyes dropping, completely dazed. He could never imagine you looking so fucked out, but here you are, the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

While he's admiring you, you can hardly form a coherent thought. Your body is trying to recover from the most intense sexual encounter you've had in your life but you don't think it will. You can hardly move, the keg that's still on his shoulder refused to move by itself. You can barely feel your hands, not even knowing that he pulls your fingers from your hair.

“You did so good pretty," he whispers, kissing your leg softly. Sion pulls your leg off his shoulder gently, crawling back into the couch with you.

This is when you're reminded of the predicament you got yourself into. You can feel the cold air hitting your insides, jolting you right back to reality. Slowly you begin to close your legs, eyes darting around the room looking for your missing pants. That's when you catch wind of the TV. Are you still there?

“Holy fuck," you mumble, letting your head fall back, facing the ceiling. “That was.."

“Fun? Good?"

You look over to Sion who's practically beaming at you. His eyes are sparkly, a sense of euphoria has washed over him in a way you can't explain.

"How was I,” he asked, leaning into you more. His face is still moist from eating you out, the visual turning you on again.

"You were…” you pause, starting to feel slightly embarrassed for being the one to praise him. "It was good."

He chuckles softly, kissing you deep enough to taste yourself on your tongue. “You did so good," he says on your lips. Sion snakes a hand on your naked waist, pulling your body to him. He smirks when you kiss him, hands pressed against his naked chest.

Everything felt comfortable and normal between you both, but definitely not platonic anymore. The compliments, praises, even the way he gave himself to you was romantic, or maybe it was because you're mistaking physical intimacy with love. Regardless, you can tell things aren't going to go back to normal like you hoped.

"You sound unsure,” he laughs. "I hope I was good. I am the first person to give you head after all.” He wraps his other arm around you, hands sliding down your back to your bare ass.

That's when you zoned back in, realizing how naked you were in his presence once again. You would think after basically being bare in front of him, you wouldn't feel the need to cover up, but it's still there. You shuffle a bit in his arms feeling the need to quickly hide or cover up.

“I forgot I'm practically naked," you say, peeling his arms off you to get up and put your clothes on, but he stops you. Sion hugs you so tight, you start to feel the hard on resting in his shorts.

" Let's take a shower together,” he says in your ear. The visual of him wet and soapy popped in your mind. His hair wet, lips dripping as he watches you on your knees thanking him with his dick in your mouth. Your body heats up from your vivid imagination, avoiding eye contact with him as you let the thoughts run wild. Sion can tell you've drifted elsewhere, his laugh bringing you back to the moment.

“Were you actually thinking about it," he chuckles. “I'm joking baby. You won't be able to handle it."

" Shut up,” you grumble. You push him off of you playfully, taking his arms from around you. Standing up, you feel the air hit between your legs making you shutter. Your eyes glance at the space between your clothes and his, heat rising to your face coming to terms with what happened moments ago.

He watches you pick your clothes up and run to his bathroom without another word. "Don't take too long, I'll miss you,” he called out.

You couldn't help but unintentionally gasp at his words once you closed his bathroom door. Once you look into the mirror nothing could've prepared you for your appearance. Your hair was a mess, eyes red, completely drained. This is the worst you've looked, yet Sion had always seen your worst. He's even seen parts of you that you're too weary showing people you've been romantically involved with, and that's what's scary about all this.

You can't like him. You can't want something with him just because you were intimate. He doesn't like people. He doesn't date people. Sion is just a guy who happened to do you a favor, so why do you want him?

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.