#bsf!sunghoon

ordinary enough that you had your own pair of slippers sitting by the door of his apartment.

ordinary enough that people had stopped asking if you were dating because they figured if you weren’t by now, you never would be.

the joke is that it’s not ordinary at all. sunghoon wants to fuck your brains out.

- - - -

the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and before you could even knock, the apartment door swung open.

“you’re late.”

you stared at him. “it’s two minutes after i said i’d be here.”

he stepped aside with the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “exactly.”

warm air immediately wrapped around you as you slipped your shoes off, replacing them with the fuzzy gray slippers you’d accidentally claimed months ago.

“you still have these?” you asked, looking down at your feet.

he looked over his shoulder from the kitchen.

“you keep leaving them here.”

“because you keep inviting me over.”

“see? sounds like your fault.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re impossible.”

“you still came.”

“…you said you ordered too much food.”

“i lied.”

“…what?”

he shrugged, completely unfazed. “i just wanted company.”

you blinked at him.

he laughed, one of those quiet laughs that only happened around people he was comfortable with, and suddenly you remembered why you’d dropped everything to come over in the first place. nights like these were rare now.

- - - - -

pizza boxes covered half the coffee table. the movie you’d supposedly agreed on had been paused three separate times because the two of you couldn’t stop talking over it.

“you’re legit missing the plot.”

“there wasn’t one.” he turns to you, smiling ear to to ear at how annoyed he was making you.

“there was.”

“okay.”

you pointed at the screen.

“what’s happening right now?”

sunghoon stared at it for a solid five seconds.

“…they’re…doing something.”

you burst into laughter. “exactly.”

“okay, so maybe i wasn’t paying attention.”

“because you kept talking.”

“you kept interrupting.”

you grabbed another fry from the box sitting suspiciously close to him— or at least you tried to. sunghoons hand darted out to stop you.

“absolutely not.”

“don’t be stingy.”

“those are mine.”

“you ordered enough for four people.”

“okay?”

“you’re unbelievable.”

he held the box just out of your reach, a smug grin spreading across his face.

you narrowed your eyes. “sunghoon.”

“yes?”

“it’s one fucking fry.”

he only smiled wider.

you launched the nearest pillow directly at his face.

it hit him with a muffled thump.

another pillow flew in your direction.

within seconds the movie had been completely forgotten.

the living room looked like a tornado had passed through it, cushions scattered across the floor while both of you tried to stop laughing.

you were still catching your breath when a loud crack of thunder echoed outside.

the room fell quiet as you and sunghoon flinched toward the windows.

rain pelted against the glass so hard it almost looked white, the wind whipping the trees outside back and forth.

“i thought it was only supposed to drizzle.”

“that’s what the weather app said.”

another flash of lightning lit up the dark apartment. “okay, maybe your weather app lied.”

you laughed, reaching for your phone. “let me check.”

“…um.” you looked up from your phone with wide eyes.

“what?”

“there’s a severe winter storm warning.”

he leaned over your shoulder to look at the screen, close enough that you could feel the warmth from his hoodie.

“avoid unnecessary travel,” he read. “damaging wind, flash flooding…”

“…well.”

“well,”

another crack of thunder shook the windows, making you instinctively glance outside. the parking lot was already shimmering beneath the rain.

you sighed. “i don’t think i should drive.”

“you definitely shouldn’t.”

he said it so quickly that you looked at him.

he cleared his throat. “…i mean,” his gaze shifted toward the window “it’s not safe.”

“yeah.” you nodded. a quiet silence settled between you. “…so.”

“..so.”

“i guess i’m stuck with you.”

the corner of his mouth tugged upward. “could be worse.”

“debatable.”

he scoffed. “wow.”

“i’m kidding.”

another flash of lightning illuminated the room. sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck.

“you can stay as long as you need.” his voice was quieter this time.

“seriously.”

you smiled. “thanks.”

for a second, neither of you looked away. until another deafening clap of thunder made you both jump.

- - - - -

you were halfway through the movie when another clap of thunder rattled the apartment.

the windows trembled ever so slightly. you tried not to react. really, you did. but your shoulders still tensed for just a second.

sunghoon noticed, of course he did. without saying anything, he reached forward and set the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table.

“…c’mere.”

you looked at him.

“what?”

“you jump every time it thunders.”

you scoffed. “i do not.”

almost on cue, another low rumble echoed outside. your eyes flickered toward the window.

he raised an eyebrow.

“dont you dare.”

“i didn’t say anything.”

“you were going to.”

“maybe.”

you sighed dramatically. “you’re not real.”

you stared at him for another second before shuffling over with the world’s most exaggerated eye roll. “don’t make it weird.”

“wasn’t planning on it.”

you settled beside him, pulling your blanket over your lap again. there was still plenty of space between you. comfortable, normal, exactly how it had always been.

“better?” he asked quietly.

“yeah.”

he simply nodded and pressed play.

- - - - -

the only sounds were the rain tapping against the windows and the television playing so softly it had long since become background noise.

your eyes slowly blinked open. for a second, you couldn’t remember where you were.

then you felt the warm weight in between your legs, and your head flinched up to look around.

it was sunghoon. your leg was draped over him, your head was on his chest, and his arm was wrapped around your waist.

you had fallen asleep during the movie. and seemingly drifted closer to him throughout the night.

you rest your head back where it was, sleep pulling you back in, when sunghoon moves, pulling you back out of it.

you let out a frustrated sigh. not because you are tired, but because sunghoon is now pressing up against that sweet-spot that does things to you.

then, like without permission, your hips rolled forward against him and you let out a light wimper. you cursed at yourself in your head for taking the risk of waking sunghoon up, but dammit, it felt so good.

you look up at sunghoon through your lashes, crinkling your nose and trying to think about how weird this is. you shouldn’t be wet for your best friend— right?

abruptly, sunghoons hand adjusted itself on the small of your back.

he knew.

you flinched your head up sunghoon, who’s eyes were now open and already looking at you. he ran his knuckles down your cheek, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“that needy, huh?”

“oh my god,” you shuddered, burying your face in your hands. “m’ sorry.”

he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap and peeling your hands away from your face. “don’t be.”

a ragged trail of red runs over your cheeks as you open your mouth to say something, but sunghoon cuts off your words by tightening his grip on your thighs and thrusting you over the growing tent in his sweatpants.

“hoon-” you dig your nails into his shoulders, looking down out of embarrassment, but he tilts your head back up to meet his gaze.

“stop it.”

“stop what-?”

“being embarrassed,” he says, pressing his lips together. “i wanna hear you.”

he drags his hand under your hoodie— the hoodie you had no bra on under— partially because you’d always hoped this would happen when you visited sunghoons, but you would never admit that.

“can i take this off?”

you nod quickly, fidgeting with the hem of hoon’s tshirt.

“say it, y/n.” he voices gently. “i’m not gonna do something you don’t want me to.”

“yes,” you swallow loudly. “please.”

he lifts the hoodie off you, trying— and failing to hide his state of awe at the sight of your bare chest. “shit y/n.”

you lifted off of him to remove your shorts and panties in one swift motion, tossing them somewhere across the room while sunghoon discarded his shirt and sweatpants.

you lower yourself back down onto him, lining up your entrance with his cock that was now leaking.

the second you sat yourself down and put sunghoon inside you, his head threw back. “my god y/n.” you began to ride him, moving your hips up and down.

“nngh—fuck!” you rested your head on sunghoons shoulder, still pumping his cock— though he was assisting you by pulling you on and off, his hands sinking into your ass.

you were overwhelmed with pleasure. sunghoons dick was unlike any other you’d taken— it was gigantic.

you moaned loud picking up speed and riding him sloppily. wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, your slick coating his shaft completely, dripping all over sunghoon.

he grunted lowly, his grip on your ass tightening as he watched your tits bounce with every movement. his eagerness to be inside of you that’s built up over the past 6 years works against him as you swallow him up and he lets out thick spurts of his cum inside you. “y/n— ahh- fuck!”

you cry out and dig your nails deeper in his back as you tip over the edge. “sunghoon—nngh,”

you slow down your pace and soon come to a stop, both you and sunghoon catching your breath and looking at each other.