After the Storm
Description: Your best friend comes over during a storm. When the power goes out, you’re scared, and he comforts you.
Rating: Smut
Notes: Requested by joanneaegyo.
Lightning flashed from behind the curtains as the storm outside raged on. You curled up on your couch, covering your eyes and ears in an attempt to make the world go away. You had been afraid of thunderstorms since you were a small child, and tonight was no different.
You were about to plug in your headphones and try to ignore the storm when you heard a knock at the door. Surprised, you got up and hurried to the door, wondering who could be visiting you at such a late hour and in such a violent storm.
A quick look in the peephole revealed your best friend shifting from one foot to another, carrying a large bag. You quickly unlatched and opened the door.
He grinned when he saw you.
"Oppa!" You exclaimed, now distracted from your fears. "Why are you here?"
"_____-ah!" He exclaimed, entering your apartment like it was his own home. "It's a really bad thunderstorm, and I knew you would be afraid, so I brought some movies to take your mind off it."
Your face broke into a small smile as you closed the door behind him. "You didn't have to do that!"
"Of course I did," he said seriously. "I know how scared you get."
"Don't you have to be somewhere else?"
"I have the night off. I'll stay as long as you need me to, okay?"
You nodded and wandered back to the couch as he put in a DVD.
It was so like him to look out for you like this. The two of you had been best friends since you were seven and he was eight. Living in the same neighborhood had made you into fast friends, and you had been looking out for each other ever since. He had scared away bullies in middle school and guys with bad intentions in high school, and you had encouraged him to try out for the top entertainment agencies in Seoul and pursue his dream of singing. Now that he had debuted and you were a college student, you didn't get to see each other as often, but your close friendship had remained the same. You continued to offer each other support and make each other laugh from afar, and when he had a day off, he almost always used it to visit you if he wasn't visiting his family.
"_____-ah," he called softly from his seat next to you on the couch, sensing that your mind was somewhere else, "the movie's starting."
You nodded, reverting your eyes to the television screen.
Within several minutes, the two of you were completely absorbed in the film. You were relaxed sitting next to him, and the movie took your mind off of what was going on outside until a large clap of thunder sounded.
You squeaked and pulled your knees up to your chin, wrapping your arms around them and burying your head in your knees.
"_____-ah?" Your friend looked over and noticed your new position. "Are you alright?"
Another large clap of thunder rumbled outside, and the wind blew something on your balcony, causing you to cower even more. A small sob escaped your mouth, and tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. At that moment, there was a brilliant flash of lightning, and when it left, the television screen was black, and the lights had gone out. You began to cry softly.
He was beside you in an instant, patting your shoulder and talking to you.
"Shhh, _____-ah. It's okay. The power just went out. I'm sure you have some candles somewhere. I'm going to go find them, okay?"
He started to get up to leave, but you grabbed his arm, terrified of what might happen if he left you alone there in the dark.
"Please don't go," you whispered.
He paused for a moment, then moved closer, putting an arm around you. You looked up briefly, and you could see his concerned expression by the light of the buildings outside that still had power. He could see the tears streaking your face, and he gently reached out a thumb and wiped them away.
"It's okay," he said. "It's okay. I'm not going anywhere."
You turned toward him and buried your head in his chest, still scared as the apartment remained dark and the thunder and lightning continued. His chest was firm, and his shirt was soft and smelled like him. You found some comfort in this, and you closed your eyes. He circled both arms around you in a sort of hug so that he was holding you close to him, and you felt safe in his arms.
"Don't worry, _____-ah," he said softly, and you felt his chest's vibrations as he spoke. "It's okay. I'll keep you safe."
The two of you stayed huddled together for a while, listening to the sound of each other's breathing instead of the storm outside, and you began to feel calmer. As you inhaled deeply, taking in more of his familiar, comforting scent, he began to stroke your hair with his fingers. You relaxed into him, and you rested like that for several minutes, until another flash of lightning lit up the room.
In a panic, you snapped your head up, looking for his face to reassure you. He smiled down into your wide eyes and held you tighter.
“I’m here,” he whispered.
You looked at him and he gazed back at you, and slowly but surely, the gap between your faces began to disappear. You didn’t fully know what was about to happen, but all you knew was that it felt right. All you wanted in that moment was to be closer to him and keep feeling him. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips touched his.
The kiss was soft and tender, and it had the expectations and uncertainty of a first kiss, though this was neither his nor yours. He kissed you gently, his fingertips lightly tracing down your jaw and lifting your chin up. His lips tasted like home, a place you belonged that gave you comfort. You gave up any inhibitions you may have had about kissing your best friend and gave in to his kiss instead.
When you finally pulled away for air, he began apologizing nervously.
“_____-ah, I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you said, your voice quiet and trembling slightly. “I...I liked it.”
“You liked it?”
You nodded.
His eyes darkened during the pause that occurred. “Do you want me to make you forget all about the storm?”
You nodded, hoping he meant what you thought he meant. All you wanted now was to lose yourself in him.
Your lips met again in a heated embrace as he shifted to position himself above you, caressing your jaw like before with one hand and your waist with the other. You wrapped your hands around his strong back and kissed him back. A whimper escaped from your mouth when you felt his tongue against yours, and after he heard that, he kissed you with even more fervor.
The room was getting warmer. You tugged at his t-shirt, and he broke away to remove it, tossing it on the rug. Years of training and dance practice had made his muscles firm and well-developed. His stomach and arms were toned, confirming the suspicions you’d had about what lay beneath his shirt.
His hands moved up your sides and then stopped.
“Can I take it off?” He asked.
With your nod, he undid your buttons and revealed your lace-clad breasts.
“Oh..._____-ah...” He traced his fingers along the edge of the fabric, his surprise and desire leaving him nearly speechless.
You sat up a little, prompting him to reach behind you and unfasten your bra, releasing your breasts from their enclosure. He cupped them with his hands, marveling at the soft skin, and gently rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before leaning down to kiss and lick that same spot. You were too shy to watch what he was doing, so you closed your eyes and sat back, enjoying the intimate touches he gave you.
He kissed down your stomach and looked up at you when he reached the waistband of your pants. You opened your eyes.
“It’s okay,” you told him, and he proceeded to remove your pants and underwear in one go.
You felt like you might already be wet, so it didn’t surprise you when he gingerly touched your womanhood and marveled at the wetness on his finger. He stroked your lower lips several times before inserting his finger in you. You moaned quietly. Having part of another person- part of him- inside you felt better than you could ever have imagined. He kept glancing at you as he fingered you, gauging your reaction to his ministrations. After a few minutes, he withdrew his finger and undid his pants, sliding them off and leaving both of you completely in the nude. You gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes, heart beating fast.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked.
“Please take my mind off the storm,” you breathed, and he complied.
He sifted through his discarded clothing for a moment before finding his wallet and extracting a condom from it, which he proceeded to roll over his manhood. He leaned in to kiss you one more time, his erection brushing against your lips. Then he spread your legs wider and used one hand to guide his member into you. He groaned when he felt your tightness and your legs wrapping around his waist.
He groaned as he began to thrust himself into you, and you closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of him moving within you. You had never been so close to him before, and it felt right. If his scent had been a comfort to you when you had lain your head on his shirt-clad chest, now it engulfed you, and you couldn’t get enough of it.
You ran your hands along his biceps to feel the contour of his muscles, and he reached out to cup your breast with one hand squeezing gently. His hand then traced your waist and came to rest on your hip as he pulled your body closer to his. This new angle gave you more pleasure, and you began to moan his name, softly at first but with increasing volume.
“Mmm...oppa...”
You opened your eyes to see his gaze fixed on you. His pupils were dark, and his face was flushed from the activity the two of you were engaging in. You guessed that your cheeks were pink as well.
“Kiss me, oppa,” you demanded, and he lowered himself on top of you, continuing to thrust slowly as his lips met yours.
You kissed for several minutes, and he drew away to sprinkle kisses across your neck and chest. Then he re-positioned himself and began to thrust into you with greater force and precision. You felt a tingling sensation building in your abdomen and lower area, and you whimpered whenever his torso made contact with you.
He must have liked that, because he went faster until he managed to burst out, “_____-ah, I’m going to-”
You moaned as your orgasm overtook you, and as your walls contracted around his member, he came into the condom. His thrusts slowed as he rode out his orgasm and gradually slipped out of you.
You lay basking in the afterglow of your pleasure, and he took care of the condom before returning to you and holding you in his arms.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he said, his warm fingers playing with your hand.
“Have sex with me?” You asked, surprised.
“No, be with you. Like that, yes, but...I mean really be with you. Maybe this isn’t the best time, or maybe it is...I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now.”
His response surprised you even further, and you looked at his expectant face. You hadn’t realized your true feelings for him until you had been so close to him, the way you were supposed to be.
“Oppa...I love you too,” you said shyly. Thank you for helping me to realize that.”
He smiled at you. “I think the storm is over. What do you say we get dressed?”
“Are you leaving?” You asked, hoping he would stay.
“Of course. The power’s still out; it’s only right that I stay here with you to make sure you’re okay.”
You nodded in agreement, thankful for his presence in your time of need and thankful that you had been able to realize how you truly felt about him.