so rude — psh
SUMMARY: Sunghoon longs for you, his childhood friend, in a way that some might call peculiar. He likes to pick fights, he likes to see you mad. And the thing with Sunghoon is that he just doesn’t know when to quit his teasing, especially if it means more attention from you. It gets to a point in the night, though, when that’s all you're begging him to do.
PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 8k+
GENRE: childhood!friend to lovers, smut, some angst, fluff, some toxic themes
WARNINGS: mdni, nsfw, porn with some plot ig, unprotected sex, drunk sex (both parties), dom!Sunghoon, mean!Sunghoon, tease!Sunghoon, slight exhibitionism, emotional constipation, jealousy, dacryphilia, desperate af, clothed sex, saliva, biting, hoon bicep, big dick, degradation, just straight up freaky lowkey i don't know what got into me, lmk if i missed anything
A/N: this sunghoon photoshoot literally rose me from the dead. that's how impactful this shit was. and i’m not gonna lie, this was written out of pure lust. i lowkey cooked. enjoy.
Sometimes Sunghoon likes to be misunderstood.
Like when he’s walking down the street, and people start blatantly staring at him as if he’s unable to sense their hungry gazes.
He enjoys how naive people think he is about his own attractiveness.
Or when they assume he’s lost in his own world, eyes unfocused, when he’s actually way too deep in thought. Formulating escape plans during parties on the most efficient way to sneak away without having to say goodbye to 15 people.
It’s easier for others to think they know him better than he knows himself, that they can fill in his blanks.
He especially likes it when people incorrectly assume that you two are dating. Childhood friends who bicker like a jaded couple. A satisfying assumption, in his opinion.
But when you come into those conversations, you often have to clarify that Sunghoon isn’t anyone special. He’s just one of three of your childhood friends. Growing up in the same neighborhood with families who go on trips together. He has to pretend like he’s not disappointed when you mention the others.
Jake and Jay.
How could he forget?
“They're all like brothers to me,” you would say, rubbing salt into the gaping wound of his heart.
If Sunghoon were more open, he'd tell the truth.
He is a greedy, greedy man.
And he only likes misunderstandings when it's about him and you. So when he walks into Jay’s apartment, heart racing to see you, he is met with a disgruntling scene.
You’re there sitting next to Jake on the couch, Sunghoon having to drop down into the nearby armchair because he arrived a little too late.
There was no room left to sit next to you.
But it doesn’t matter anyway.
The two of you barely spare him a glance, just muttering a quick “hey” before getting back into your conversation. What could possibly be that interesting?
Why not ask him about his modeling gig? How the photoshoot even went?
Sunghoon sits there, in his slightly cropped teal tank top and distressed jeans. He knows he looks fucking good.
Why is no one saying anything to him?
No, instead you’re engrossed in chatting with Jake. Fucking Sim Jaeyun. Does he have a modeling gig? Nope.
It pisses Sunghoon off because he knows that if a stranger were to walk in and see you two, they’d assume you were dating. But remember: Sunghoon only likes misunderstandings of that nature if it's between you two.
He’s not big on public displays of affection, never has been. It’s a problem of his. The stereotypical boy who acts all mean with the girl he likes (you).
In fact, he remembers being quite a shitty kid.
Used to tug on your pigtails, stealing your hair ties so he could wear them on his wrists later as a keepsake. Used to playfight with you until bruises would litter his knees from your harsh kicks.
As you two grew up, he quelled this weird addiction to seeing you pouty with him until it settled into a subtle lull. No, now, he'd much rather fluster you with his teasing words than physical afflictions.
Yet Sunghoon can't help the way his eye twitches when Jake inches just a little too close for comfort—in a way that Sunghoon desperately wishes he could do.
Jake is kind. Jake is sweet. Jake probably has good intentions. But the distance between you two leaves a lot to be interpreted and it was making Sunghoon fester in his own misunderstandings.
If Jake wasn't manspreading, Sunghoon could probably squeeze in between you two. If Jay bought a velvet couch that could fit more than three small children, maybe he could sit even more comfortably by your side. But no. His friends are idiots.
Except you, of course.
“Money management is key, [Y/N],” Jake continues in his boring spiel. “Am I guilty of buying overpriced hoodies? Yes! But you don't need to go to PopMart all the time—”
“Yes, I do!” you interrupt.
If Sunghoon listened well enough, he'd realize how mundane this conversation truly was. Just you trying to get counseled on your horrid spending habits, on how to be more frugal.
He would probably have given better advice than the guy who has a ridiculous snapback collection wasting away in his room. But right now he's distracted because that same guy's arm is cast over the cushion behind your back—just a step below having his arm around you, in Sunghoon’s warped opinion.
His dark brows furrow in contemplation. He recalls confronting Jake once before that he pushes physical boundaries a little too much. Elbows casually resting on others, practically hugging people from behind regardless of who they were.
Still cozying up to girls who he had no romantic interests toward. Like you, who Sunghoon very much had romantic interests toward.
A grade school crush that developed into a puppy love and morphed into a disgusting possessiveness akin to lust. Oh, how he misses how innocently he looked at you without wondering how you'd sound splayed out underneath him. But with adulthood comes adult intentions. And right now, he feels very much so that Jake carries the same ones with how he touches you so unabashedly.
Though, if Sunghoon were to voice this all out loud, any sane person would say he’s overreacting, given that all Jake did was grab your wrist to tilt your phone closer to him.
“You spent that much on food this month?!” Jake gawks and you shoot him a glare, silently and daringly asking him to repeat himself.
“You saying that I eat too much?” you feign anger.
“No,” Jake repents, all flustered. “You know I didn’t mean it that way—”
“Oh my gosh,” you gasp, teasing him so. “That's so fucked up Jake.”
The puppy-like boy gasps. “Why would you ever think I'd say that to you—”
Sunghoon just tries to tune out of the conversation completely.
‘Don't tease Jake,’ he thinks to himself. That's something you should only do with him.
If Sunghoon were more open, he would just tell you these things. Maybe even tell Jake to scoot the fuck back and away from his girl (who isn't really his girl).
But again, Sunghoon remains calm because he likes to come off as disciplined and charming and not at all insane about the way his friends since birth interact with each other—
“Dude?” Jake calls out, waving his hand to get Sunghoon's attention. When he doesn't respond, both Jake and you snort out a laugh. “Zoning out per usual…”
When Sunghoon hears the sweet lilting of your chuckle, his head jolts, eyes refocusing as they fall back into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. It calms the anger that bubbles in his soul. But not enough to stop the bite of his next words.
“How can you still spend money on food when I'm the one buying all your meals?” Sunghoon chimes in with a bored tone, prepared for the glare that you throw in his direction.
That's what you get for ignoring him since he came here, when he was all dressed up too.
“Excuse me?”
Sunghoon makes that stupid noise he likes to do, the one where he sounds like a congested grandpa.
“Maybe we should look at my card statements to see how much you've drained out of my wallet this month, [Y/N]~”
Jake laughs, shaking his head at the back and forth. Here you guys go again…
“Stop offering to pay then, bozo!” you huff, voice raising slightly. Sunghoon just shakes his head, amused.
You know he could never do that, right?
It was one of the few things he had over Jake and Jay. Late-night convenience store snacks, coffee runs, and sweet treats. All on his card. He spoiled you relentlessly, even if he holds those supposed acts of kindness over your head.
Sunghoon just can't help it. You look so cute angry.
He stares at you, wearing that lazy smile he always has on when he's about to say something meant to drive you crazy. In more ways than one.
“You're broke,” Sunghoon states plainly. Mockingly too. “I’m doing a good deed to help out the less fortunate, you know? Increasing my karma…”
You bare your teeth at him.
If Jake was known to take his physical affection too far, Sunghoon was known for his fighting words even more so.
“No need,” you huff out, ego bruised. “I don’t need you. Jake's got me. Right, Jake?!”
Jake's about to say no, but Sunghoon scoffs on his behalf. Hurt that you'd even suggest that.
“He is unemployed—”
Jake raises his hands in confusion, eyes wide. “Man, why are you dragging me into this—”
“Dinner's ready!” Jay yells through the kitchen wall. “Stop arguing!”
Jay had promised you all a new steak and pasta recipe he'd been perfecting for the past few days. It was standard procedure to let him have the kitchen all to himself. And not disturb him.
“Do we wanna eat in the living room or at the dining table?!” Jay calls out again.
“Bring the food over,” you screech back, ignoring Sunghoon’s sulking figure in the armchair. “I'm too lazy to get up.”
“Of course,” the usually stoic boy cuts in, eyes darting toward you with a cheeky smile. “That’s just so like you, isn’t it?”
You glower; the side-eye you give him would be lethal if you weren’t so endearing. Sunghoon’s mouth spreads into an even wider grin.
An addict, truly.
“Jay, you need help or nah?” Jake asks loudly, standing up and into the kitchen, blissfully unaware of how Sunghoon watches you like a wolf. When he leaves, and you're left alone together, your silent treatment ensues.
That doesn’t stop Sunghoon from standing up and taking Jake’s place on the tiny couch. His thigh presses against yours, closer than he usually gets.
Physical touch.
He can do this much, especially now that you think Jake could ever replace him.
“Show me your bank account,” Sunghoon pries, feeling the FOMO even deeper from the conversation he didn’t take part in earlier. “I wanna see~”
You pass him another disgruntled look, scooting away.
“Why?” you mutter. “You’re just gonna judge me anyway. No thanks.”
You scroll through your phone, head lying on the couch's velvety armchair, paying no mind to his awkward expression.
Did he go too far? Why, yes! Sunghoon tends to.
“I won’t, I promise.” He purses his lips when you don’t budge. He tries to take a peek at your phone, and you turn away just in time. He sucks in his teeth.
“...Why are you acting all secretive?”
No response.
“I'm pretty good with money, you know? Better than Jake at least…”
Nothing again.
“And I can help you open an investment account right now too. You know, I like stocks and all that…”
Crickets. That was a lie anyway.
He pokes your side. You push him away.
Okay fine. Fuck you too.
“Don’t tell me,” Sunghoon fakes a gasp. “Is it ‘cause your account is in the negatives?”
Sorry. He can’t help it.
You sit up straight at his accusation, eyes staring daggers into the small smirk that forms on his lips.
“Why are you being so fucking rude?” you snap, arms crossed. “You've been quiet since you got here and only speak up when you get the chance to say something mean. What the hell is your problem today?”
If Sunghoon were more open—like you—he'd tell you the truth. That he was quiet because he didn't feel included. That he's more mad at Jake than he is at you. That he just likes to see you frustrated with him because it makes the moments where he makes you happy all the more rewarding.
Because after this stupid hangout with Jay and Jake, he's already planning to offer you a drive home with a detour to your favorite ice cream place. He’ll pay, because he always does. And then he’ll get to see those small crinkles around your eyes when you get one of the seasonal flavors in a waffle cone with a towering two scoops.
Sunghoon's heart warms from just imagining that scenario alone, but he continues to push your buttons. He doesn’t feel like you’ve given him enough of your time just quite yet.
“Am I rude?" He asks mischievously, lips turned up in a sly smile. “Or are you just sensitive?”
He might be a sadist, really. But he'll think a little more deeply about that another day.
You stand up in front of Sunghoon, so quick with your movements that he wasn’t even able to blink before you put him into a headlock. Just like when you were children.
“Stop being an asshole!” You grumble, squeezing your arms a little more to knock the wind out of his throat. “You’re stinky freaking attitude is why you’re perpetually single—”
Sunghoon chokes and struggles, but the adrenaline in his body remembers that he's an athlete. He lifts you by your thighs, taking you down onto the couch and prying your claws off of his bare skin.
He pretends not to feel a rush of pressure pool within his groin at the digging of your nails as they itch his neck. He hopes he can still see the red marks when he checks in the mirror later.
Sunghoon's hands wrap around your wrists, lifting them above your head. He looks down, surprised even by himself at how swiftly he reacts. But he isn't given enough time to process because you start kicking him on his abdomen.
“You know that doesn't hurt, right?” He laughs, thick brows wiggling on his features. “And why bring up my relationship status?”
“There’s no relationship status to bring up, you lonely piece of—”
Sunghoon continues to chuckle as you miss a kick to his crotch.
His girl. So entertaining.
Another kick lands on his shins. But his muscles were already sore from the gym last night. Any pressure against them now just felt like a jab of a massage gun.
You groan out in frustration. “Why the fuck is your body resistant to pain? Do you take steroids or something—”
“Hell no!” He grimaces, genuinely irritated. “All natural by the wa—”
“You shouldn't even be fighting back. You're the one in the wrong!”
He scoffs, grip tightening. Sunghoon’s face morphs into a mocking pout, eyes squinted ever so slightly.
“Sorry, baby, should I just have let you choke me out?”
And those words cause you both to still. Eyes on each other like two deer caught in headlights. Sunghoon’s suddenly more aware now. Of how your shirt is riding up, tummy ever so slightly exposed. Of how your feet are planted at his sides, grazing his tank top. Of how he can envision himself fitting in between the warmth of your thighs so perfectly.
Fuck.
Sunghoon lets go because he likes to think of himself as a decent man, and peels off of you. He grabs a throw pillow, placing it on his tightening jeans.
A misunderstanding.
He could just play it off as another misunderstanding.
Still, you sit up in shock.
Where the hell did that come from?
And it was almost perfect timing, the way Jake and Jay walk through the kitchen door with plates of mouthwatering food in their hands.
“Who’s hungry?!” And when neither of you respond to Jay, he eyes you two suspiciously.
“I told you guys to stop fighting at my place,” Jay sighs, obviously not having heard the last few words that Sunghoon blurted out. “It’s like every day with you two…”
The boys set down the plates on the coffee table, and Jake goes back into the kitchen to grab utensils.
“He started it—” But your voice trails off when you realize how kiddish you sound.
“Then learn how to end it, [Y/N],” Jay grumbles, taking a seat on the armchair that Sunghoon was sulking in just moments before. “You know he likes getting a reaction out of you. You just gotta ignore him sometimes. I know I do.”
Meanwhile, Sunghoon is trying to ignore something too. His raging hard-on. He’s trying his very best.
Naked grandma. Naked grandma. Naked grandma—
Jake walks back in, forks and knives in one hand and a bottle of wine on the other.
“Did we wanna crack this open tonight?”
Jay throws up an ‘OK’ sign with one hand, adjusting the plates so he could take a proper photo with his phone.
“Can't,” you say, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the statuesque boy next to you. “I got work in the morning.”
And just like that, Sunghoon snaps out of his stupor. Ice cream! Yes! You with a waffle cone. He needs to make it up to you. For being mean or whatever you called him.
“I can take you home.”
You gawk. Did he forget the hydrogen bomb he just dropped on you earlier? Like hell would you let him take you home.
But Jake beats you to a reply.
“Bro, don't tell me you’re not drinking either?!” Jake complains, popping open the wine bottle and chugging it straight from the lip. He holds it out to Sunghoon, egging him on to take a sip.
“You can all just stay over,” Jay sighs, standing up to get actual wine glasses to avoid Jake's nasty backwash. “[Y/N] can sleep on the couch and you two take the guestroom. I can wake you up in time for work.”
Wow, was chivalry dead? He didn’t even bother to offer to give you his room instead.
You roll your eyes, trying to speak up. “You know peer pressure is—”
“You made me take four shots with you at the club last week,” Jake chimes in, calling your bullshit from a mile away. He tilts the bottle to you as his new target. “Now, chug.”
You scoff, but your hand does reach out for the wine anyway. Lord knows you need it after what just transpired.
Sunghoon sees how your fingers would have inadvertently touched Jake's if he let that happen, though. So it only makes sense that he grabs the wine before you even get the chance, right?
He lifts the bottle into his mouth, uncaring of how much red liquid rushes down his throat. How could he ever let you touch Jake with the same wrists he held down just minutes before?
Of course, there was no way you would let Sunghoon take the drink that was meant for you, either.
Did he think you were too weak to take that swig of pathetic wine? Please.
You grab the bottle from his clutches and match the gulps you witnessed him do.
You two tug the bottle away from each other, just taking turns downing the red liquid, lacking consideration for your other friends who also wanted to get wasted tonight.
“You two need an intervention,” Jake sighs, disappointed but not surprised.
When Jay walks back in with four glasses in his hands, he looks on in disgust that there were maybe five sips left in the bottle for him to drink from. And droplets of red wine wiped over his velvet cream couch.
“Just unsanitary," he mutters under a low breath. "All of you.”
—
It's not a surprise that one wine bottle turns into two and then it turns into three, and then it turns into Jay needing to get carried to the warmth of his bed by Jake and Sunghoon.
You’re unsure if you should really believe Jay when he says he can wake you up on time.
And because Jake is always sleepy, he stumbles onto the guestroom bed with very little resistance. Though Sunghoon was supposed to join him, he turns off the overhead light of the living room and sits still on the couch instead. He waits for you in his drunken bliss to come back from the bathroom.
Ice cream, ice cream…
Should he still offer to take you?
You stumble out, all buzzed and smiley. Until your eyes meet his. Now you're frowning all over again.
“You,” you say, wagging an accusing finger at him.
He tilts his head up to yours, one eye open, adjusting to the dim lighting.
“What?” he asks, more giggly than he means to sound. But he can't help it with how adorable you look and you can't help how his teasing face makes your blood boil a little harder.
“Why'd you call me that earlier?”
His brows furrow.
“Call you what?”
“You know,” you press, now a bit more self-conscious. “That.”
Sunghoon shakes his head. Genuinely, he forgot. He can’t hold his liquor.
None of you can.
“Baby, you're gonna have to tell me directly—”
“THAT!” you scream, and Sunghoon brings his finger to his lips, signaling you to quiet down.
“You did it again!” You cry, ignoring his silent plea.
And it finally clicks to him then what you mean.
“Ahhhhhh,” Sunghoon breathes out in that low voice of his. “Baby…”
He sees you shudder, chewing the inside of your cheek. He can see it written all over your face. How affected you are.
“Stop it,” you gnaw, eyes darting away from him.
And the thing with Sunghoon is that he gets braver with alcohol, but he doesn't get any less infuriating. He reaches a hand out, fingers barely dancing around your wrist. He looks up again, gauging your reaction, eyes low and dark.
“Didn't like it?”
He continues to hover.
You shake your head. He sucks in his teeth.
“Words,” he mumbles lowly. “Try using 'em.”
And you don't know why the condescension in his tone sends a shiver down your spine, knocking the wind out of your lungs.
“I-it’s not that—” you stumble, unsure if the sultry man sitting in front of you was the same Sunghoon you’ve been irritated by for years. He doesn’t realize how hard it is for you to get a word out when his hand starts ghosting its way up your forearm. “It's just…”
His index finger treads lightly on the goosebumps of your skin.
“Why?” you ask again. The one worded question is all you could muster.
His gaze wanders down the softness of your body adorning just a simple white shirt and gray shorts. So casual compared to the get-up he has on.
“Because…” He trails off, unable to form a coherent thought. “...Because you are, aren't you?”
His hand wraps around your arm, tugging you onto the taut expanse of his thighs. Sunghoon’s other hand hooks your chin, facing you toward him. Quicker than when you put him in a headlock.
His lips ghost over yours, on the precipice of touching.
“A baby,” he mumbles, a small groan bubbling at the back of his throat. He leans in a little closer. A devilish smile adorns his face.
“My baby,” he adds cheekily.
Your mouth opens slightly, eyelids low as you nod against your better judgement. The haze of pinot noir and the feel of his cool touches get the best of you.
Good, he thinks to himself. He's had a change of heart. Sunghoon guesses that he actually does hate misunderstandings—especially if they’ve prevented him all this time from seeing this fucked out expression on your face.
“Hoon—” you whimper, feeling the growing tent of his length press against the underside of your thighs. His head falls slowly into the crook of your neck, burying into your hair as he inhales your scent deeply. So fucking sweet.
“Yeah, baby?” he mutters onto your skin, adjusting you on his lap so that your thighs encase his. Hours ago you were on this couch with Jake, showing him your bank account and giggling over your bad budgeting habits. Letting Sunghoon watch from the cuck chair in the corner of the room with barely any input.
That cloudy memory alone is all it takes for him to get riled up again.
Sunghoon's hands perch perfectly on your ass, giving an experimental squeeze.
“Fuck,” you groan, forehead meeting his. “I-I don't think this is a good idea.”
He pulls you in closer, eyes digging into yours.
Despite your protests, your fingers weave their way into his hair, giving him that sweet, sharp sting that he felt on his neck when you were prying off him earlier.
“What is?” he responds teasingly. He doesn’t realize how flushed he looks under you right now, cheeks red and hair tousled from your fingertips. Mouth parted with that canine of his peeking through.
You let out a small noise again when your hips grind down to meet his bulge. He feels big. Fuck he's probably really fucking big—
Your eyes roll back at the thought, pressing down on him a bit more. The rough texture of his pants provides an extra layer of ecstasy.
“We're both fucked up right now, Hoon. I—”
Grind.
“God—”
Lift.
“Don't think—”
Down.
“We should—”
Press.
“Mmm,” he hums back, unable to even respond as you continue your small nudges against his bulge. How could he when you were soaking up his jeans? Just so fucking wet.
“It's okay, baby,” he mumbles, the soft grip on your ass doing very little with how frantic your thrusts against him were getting. “Stop whenever you want to.”
And to think, he was going to make up for all the harsh words and misplaced anger with ice cream. Screw that waffle cone.
This was so much sweeter.
“I was too mean today, right?” he mutters into your ear, lips pressing against the shell. “You were gonna give me the silent treatment, hm?”
You groan in frustration. Why even now was he making fun of you and letting you do all the work? Why is he always so god damn annoying?
But it's like you couldn't stop. Because stronger than the alcohol was the desire to feel him.
Just as much as Sunghoon liked to be misunderstood, you liked to overthink. In the many years that you’d known him, you took the teasing and bickering as markers of incompatibility.
You always felt like the men you knew usually treat the girls they like with an air of fragility. When Jay likes a girl, he’s shy and gentle, the type of guy to bring flowers to each subsequent date. Jake gets all clingy, starts hobbies he never had before just so his crush with the same ones could like him back.
And Sunghoon… Has he ever really liked anybody?
You fought so much; you were sure he didn’t like you at all. Just tolerated you because you grew up together.
You convinced yourself that he probably preferred someone sweeter, more docile. Cute and quiet who can match his sometimes aloof energy. Not like you now.
Frantic. Desperate. Not even able to suppress that desire the same way you’ve tried for the past few years. Yes, you have feelings for him. And you never thought that he could ever feel the same way back. Or at least lust for you the same way back.
Your unfiltered desire only grows as your clit continues to rub against the sweet fabric of your shorts, against the sweet rigidity of his hard-on.
And though you keep blabbering all dumb about how bad of a fucking idea this is, you couldn't help but keep rocking desperately against him.
Needy.
So fucking needy.
If Sunghoon were more open, he'd have blurted out how much he fucking loves you right then and there. But he figures it would be a lot more romantic when he actually asks you out.
Right now, it was about his carnal desires. Pent up after years of longing, after years of sharing your attention with two stupid boys who could never get the hint. That it should just be Sunghoon and you forever.
That it should just be you fucking yourself onto Sunghoon without interruption until the end of time.
You tilt his head up, forcing him to meet your gaze once more. And you bring your face closer and closer as your hips jut forward faster and faster.
“C-can I kiss you?” you ask, words fumbling. It comes out so pathetically that you almost wake up from your drunken daze. But it only pulls Sunghoon in closer.
He nods along, unable to form any words through the crazed thoughts swimming through his head.
You never needed to ask, he thinks to himself. You could do it whenever you want, whenever you liked. If you really wanted, his mouth could be just as much yours as it is his.
You smash your wine-stained lips against his with little decorum, mouths squelching against each other at a feverish pace.
It's disgusting, how he sucks your tongue between his parted lips, how saliva drips down between the two of you and onto the teal fabric of his tank top. So fucking disgusting that you tug him even closer, suffocating yourselves from the lack of oxygen.
Your hands leave his hair, gripping his pale biceps as Sunghoon starts to bounce you on his covered cock.
Finally!
Finally he's helping.
You love the way he devours you whole, how his hips come up to roll against your ruined shorts.
Never in a million years did Sunghoon think that he'd get this far.
He assumed he'd die with these feelings for you forever, given how scared he was to ruin a friendship built with two others involved. But it didn't matter now, with you screaming into his mouth, your feet planted on the couch to give you a much better angle against him.
“More,” you whimper, a wad of saliva connecting the two of you. “Fuck, I want more—”
A boyish grin tinges Sunghoon’s reddened face.
“I thought this was a bad idea?” he slurs, the grip on your bum now teetering dangerously close to your waistband.
“Shut up,” you grumble, diving back into his smart mouth. You tug at his belt, his jeans, and then his boxers. Impatient.
Just enough for his dick to be let free, for it to slap against his clothed abdomen. He pulls back, mouth falling open as his hand comes up to your waist.
“Look,” he whispers, forehead pressing against yours once more to guide your eyes to your laps.
His cock, standing tall and weeping with pre-cum. Your shorts, damp and sticking to your labia like glue.
“Unhygienic,” he mumbles airily, laughing to himself at how pissed Jay would be now if he knew how badly you two were about to soil the couch.
You nod in agreement, one hand shakily grabbing his thickness.
Big and girthy.
Meaty like the rest of him.
God, he'd be perfect if he wasn't so fucking rude all the time—
“Ah—” Sunghoong groans, thumb finding the outline of your engorged clit at the center of your shorts. He's returning the favor as the pad of his finger circles deliciously on your clothed bud of nerves.
Your mouth falls open from both the pleasure and the sight, unable to look away as his dick leaks out a little more.
You couldn't resist it, your left hand coming up to meet your right.
You stroke him up and down with both hands now, collecting his liquid as it dribbles out. Still, how was there was more of him that your fingers couldn't reach?
"Ngh—Like that—” His deep grunts are like music to your ears. And his weeping tip was a sight to see. Messy.
Even messier than you.
But maybe you speak too soon. Because his thumb finds its way underneath your tight pair of shorts. Underneath the soaked granny panties you wear when there's no one to impress.
Skin on skin, it's euphoric to feel his fingers instead of having to just imagine them. He brings his index finger down to drag against your folds. You find some sense to mask your hungry moan with his plump lips. You gnaw at him, your pace on his cock quickening as he slides a digit in.
And then another.
It's easy when you get this wet for him.
He pistons into you, tongue lapping at the roof of your mouth, his other hand moving up to palm at your clothed tit.
BANG.
“FUCK I NEED TO PISS—”
You two hear the loud slam of a door opening, and Sunghoon, with the reflexes of a superhero, drags you down to lie on the couch with him.
It takes everything in you not to scream as his fingers dig deeper into your tight crevice from the sudden movement. It's like Sunghoon anticipates it, the way his palm comes up just in time to cover your mouth.
“Fuck,” he mutters, nipping the lobe of your ear to soothe himself. You don't see the cheeky grin he wears on his face, clearly more amused than scared.
Your back is against his chest, his legs encasing yours as Jake trots past the darkness of the living room and into the bathroom. The two of you are holding your breath, a tear forming at the corner of your eye; the ache of his two fingers prodding you open was getting the best of you.
Sunghoon releases the palm over your mouth and, instead, guides it to your chin to look back at him. His digits give a slight push inside you.
“Mmph—” you suppress your moans, biting your lip so hard, you think it could draw blood.
“Hm?” Sunghoon smiles against your skin. “What's wrong?”
“Hoon—” you mewl, his fingers curling up as his palm grinds against your clit. “H-he might hear—”
God, don't ever mention another 'he' again unless it's him.
“Then be quiet,” Sunghoon interrupts meanly, mouthing against your cheek and peppering kisses by your ear.
It's impossible, you think to yourself, when he starts to pump his fingers in and out. Rubbing the sweet sponginess you usually can't reach with just your fingers alone.
Fuck.
He's big everywhere.
The wet squelching of your pussy not helping with your noise issues.
“Please, Hoon,” you cry, not quite sure what you're begging for. “Jake's gonna see—”
And Sunghoon's eyes could rival that of a black hole with how dark they get.
If Sunghoon were a more open man, he'd stop working himself up out of pure jealousy. But alas, he's very much a closed-off individual.
“Should we show him?” he mumbles, nipping the underside of your jaw. “Should Jake see how good I make you feel?”
And though your gummy walls flutter around his unforgiving pace just a little more from the suggestion, you shake your head furiously.
“Noooo,” you whine shamelessly, a third finger of his pushing inside of your drenched warmth. “You—Fuck—I only want you.”
And Sunghoon's heart blooms with pride. All the envy, all the unnecessary resentment he had against his friends. It didn't matter in that split second.
You chose him. You want him. And even though it's physical for now. He'll make sure he can fuck you good enough for it to be romantic too.
“Right answer,” he says, catching your lips again. He shimmies your panties off from behind, and you shudder as the underside of his cock meets the snug crevice of your ass.
You hear the flush of the toilet go off, but it doesn't stop Sunghoon from sliding his cock under and forward, his mushroom tip coming up to meet your clit. Your mouth falls open in an empty scream.
“I'm never drinking again,” you hear Jake mutter to himself.
Sunghoon softens his breath, having some decency to maintain a bit of privacy. With you both on your side, it allows the plushness of your thighs to envelop his thick cock with some part of it still poking through.
If Jake paid attention a little better, he could probably hear the sloppy noises of Sunghoon's length sliding against your puffy folds.
Sunghoon mouths at your throat, trying his hardest to keep his noises to a minimum. But still, he drags his thickness in between the valley of your soft middle. Thrusting and praying that Jake can just find his way back into the fucking guestroom so he can finally be engulfed in your sticky warmth.
But no. As stated before, his friend is a fucking dumbass.
You two hear dry heaving, and there Jake goes again, back into the bathroom to cleanse his guts out.
You're crying full-blown tears from frustration, ears burning up with embarrassment.
Would it be too much if you asked Sunghoon to just stick it in?
“H-Hoon?” you mutter, as he kisses away the tears. Salty. Just how he likes you. “I wanna cum…”
He nods along in desperate agreement.
“Me too baby…”
He thrusts a little harder, his hand going underneath your shirt to palm at your breasts, rubbing your nipples in soothing circles. He hopes it can give you some relief.
“I wish he could just hurry the fuck up—”
His complaints are interrupted by your slight squeak. Just then, you felt his fat tip almost enter your suctioning walls. And it was the best sensation you've felt on your body since you first discovered masturbation.
Fuck it. You can just say it was the alcohol tomorrow. You need it. You need him so, so bad.
“Please,” you cry, fingernails digging into his tense forearm. You spread yourself open, legs in a sideways butterfly position. Your eyes turn around to look at his. “Please, Hoon?”
He groans, low and guttural. His fingers come down to meet your clit, doing figure-8s on it like that's what you asked for.
“N-noooo,” you whine, despite the pleasure. You bring your hand down to his engorged cock, still sputtering out milky white all over your outer folds. In his confusion, you take the initiative for him.
“H-here,” you murmur out as you arch your back, guiding the bulbous head into your plushness.
Fuck, he should have just taken the hint.
Sunghoon buries his head into the junction of your neck again, moaning loudly as he sinks right into you with so little resistance.
He pushes forward, arms finding the inside of your thigh to hold you open a little more. Your heat is so inviting, sucking him into your wet cavern like you were afraid to lose him.
God, he loves his childhood friend so fucking much.
Inch by inch, the stretch is everything you could have asked for. You feel every vein, every damn ridge of him.
And your mouth goes agape when the underside of his cock drags against your G-spot so deliciously.
“OH MY—”
God. You were really in love with Park Sunghoon.
He shuts you up with a kiss, fully sheathing himself into your fluttering hole. He drowns your moans out with his tongue, holding you so wide open that it starts to feel like yoga.
Sunghoon pulls away from your face, a mischievous glint now in his eyes. The same eyes that are half-closed with lust and intoxication.
“Sounding like a slut now, baby,” he coos into your ear, and your eyes widen with a tinge of hurt.
Ouch. What an awful word.
“My dumb fucking slut.”
Oh.
Never mind, you've soaked yourself some more.
“Y-yeah,” you play along, sniffling at his cruelty. “Just for you—”
He pumps into you once.
“Say it then,” Sunghoon coaxes. “Say what you are to me.”
He thrusts even rougher toward you, groaning as he feels you clench around him in a vice grip.
“Y-yours,” you mutter, hand coming up to tug at his hair. “...‘m yours…”
Sunghoon nips at your neck, clicking his tongue.
It's endearing, but not quite what he asked for.
“No.” He glowers. “Tell me what you are.”
He gives another hard thrust, digging deep rather than going fast. You whine, trying to gain relief by pushing your bottom back into him, but it's no use. Sunghoon has you locked tight against his hardened body.
“I'm a slut—” you try out before you hear him scoff.
Sunghoon's meaty arm wraps around your neck from behind, his right hand reaching your left shoulder. He tugs you close and leans in, whispering even lower.
“Not good enough…”
“Ngh—” you moan into his clenched bicep, drool pooling at the junction of his elbow. “I-I'm your slut, Hoonie…”
Still not quite what he was looking for.
He pushes his left leg up into a triangle shape, matching your positioning. He shoves into you harshly once more, enough for the couch to shift slightly against the wooden floor.
He winces, not realizing how badly he was edging himself too with all this fucking teasing.
But again. He's addicted to the attention you give him. He just needs more of it.
“Try again, baby,” he squeezes you within his elbow, muffling some parts of your moans with his muscles. “Or I'll be the only one cumming tonight.”
You weep, lapping at his bicep as if pleading.
It's a kink. It has to be. This is why he always makes fun of you. This is why you're the butt of almost all his jokes.
To get this reaction. Pitiful and slobbery. To make you beg at your wits' end.
But God, you weren't above making a fool of yourself for him.
“Pleaseeeee—” you cry. “Fuck me, please! I'm your dumb fucking slut, and I want to cum so fucking bad, please, please, plea—”
Yeah, screw Jake.
Sunghoon's grip on your thigh is tight, bullying into you with very little thought to how drenched his penetrations sound in Jay's living room.
Sunghoon pushes his bicep closer to your mouth, an invitation for you to chomp down. And you do. Hard enough that he hisses out in pain. But he loves that feeling too.
The same goes for you. Everything that would usually hurt suddenly feels really good with him. Sunghoon has managed to dissolve you into a desperate little mess, your ass ricocheting as it meets his jackhammering thrusts from behind.
Rough and mean. Like how Sunghoon is all the time. Sucking and lapping at his arm, alcohol breaths radiating off of you both. You turn around to kiss him, your teeth clashing as your thrusts get more desperate.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
And as his words get more reckless.
“Feel so fucking good, baby,” he mumbles in between the sloppy kisses. “So fucking wet for me, huh?”
“S-so big,” you babble back. “I can feel you in my fucking stomach, Hoonie—”
“Yeah?” he mutters, thrusting hard and fast into your puffy folds. “Perfect fit, huh? Want me to fill you all up?”
You shudder. Was he always this filthy?
“Y-yes, come inside me, Hoon—”
You guess you might be too.
Sunghoon brings his arm down, both hands meeting your bouncing breasts. Your nipple twisting between his fingers, not even bothering to muffle your screams. His drunken brain can only focus on giving you pleasure.
Your childhood friend's sopping tip kisses your cervix, the stretch so delicious that you're thrashing against him. So close. So fucking close.
“YES—”
In.
“Right there Hoonie—”
He drags his thick cock out.
“NGH—”
And he pummels back into your puffy pussy again and again and again.
“Oh my god right fucking there!”
It's so pathetic, so pornographic that he laughs against your hair.
Sunghoon's ego has never been bigger. The love of his life, going dumb on his cock.
He's blessed. He's more than blessed.
“I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—HNGH—”
No, he's gonna fucking cum.
“Me too,” he grunts, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He brings your leg up higher now, testing your flexibility as the inside of his elbow holds up the backside of your knee.
And if Sunghoon were an open man, he'd say that side shots have become his favorite sex position ever. Just because of you. Because he gets to be greedy.
He gets to see both your tits and your ass bounce at the same time. Gets to kiss you from behind and not have your beautiful noises muffled by a stupid pillow. He gets to have it all where he's positioned flush by your side.
Yes, if he were an open man, he would vocalize his feelings well. But Sunghoon is an actions speak louder than words kind of guy.
And what was more actionable than unloading all his undying adoration into you?
“Here, baby—” He grunts, mind blank with ecstasy. “Take it—”
And with a final, heavy thrust, Sunghoon's white paint coats your gummy walls.
“HOON—” you warble, a sea of tears barreling down as you convulse from your own orgasm. Your walls massage his dick, draining him of all he is. Of all he wanted to give you.
Sunghoon shakes with you, deep whimpering at the overstimulation. But he can't pull out, even with his cock softening and slick with the soppiness of your cunt.
He loves it here. Could never leave. He could die buried deep in your pussy he swears.
And it's like cumming completely sober the both of you up, only the deep paintings of your breaths resounded in the room.
Sticky. You feel so fucking sticky. You need a shower bad. Maybe even two—
“I love you,” he says into the darkness, interrupting your unrelated thoughts.
Despite the uncertainty that floods his heart, Sunghoon caved into his feelings. He can't hold it in any longer, much like the unsavory desires he had for you.
He can blame the alcohol tomorrow if you reject him right now.
When you don't say anything back, and the beating in his chest feels too suffocating, he lifts his head to meet your eyes.
Fuck. You were actually crying. He thought it was from overstimulation or sexual frustration. But you were genuinely sobbing right now.
“A-are you okay?” He asks, wincing as he pulls away. Your shared fluids spill out of you, and you both groan as your shared cream drips onto the cream-colored couch. Despite their similar colors, that was still definitely leaving a stain.
“You love me?” you mutter, bottom lip trembling. He gulps.
Open. He needs to be open.
“I love you,” Sunghoon repeats, more confidently. And this time, he doesn't let the words linger in the air. “I'm sorry, I should have told you before we did all this but—”
“Then why the fuck would you call me a slut?!”
He balked.
Oh.
Fuck, he always does go too far, doesn't he?
“No, baby, no…” He mumbles apologetically. “I'm sorry…”
Sunghoon peppers kisses on the tear stains that fall on your cheek. “It was just in the heat of the moment. I don’t think you're a slut—”
“No, you think I'm a dumb fucking slu—”
“Nooooo,” he drags out in reassurance. “I just thought it was… you know…”
See, this is why he doesn't like talking.
“I thought it was hot to say, okay?! I'm sorry, I won't ever call you that again—”
You stop your sobbing so abruptly he wonders if you were really crying in the first place.
“Well,” you hiccup. “I didn't say all thaaaat…”
He chuckles nervously, sighing out in relief before turning you around to face him. Thank God, you're not upset with him. He thought it was over before it even began.
Sunghoon smacks kisses on your nose and rubs his own against yours.
“So... did you like it?” he asked shyly. He rarely ever gets this flustered.
“Mm,” you hum positively. “I did..."
You squeeze one of his red cheeks. "...But I'm pretty sure you liked it wayyy more.”
Sunghoon fakes a scoff, smiling against your skin. “What are you implying?”
“I'm implying that you probably have a degradation thing going on,” you mumble more to yourself. “Which explains why you act like an absolute dick sometimes. But you also like it when I'm mean to you, so maybe you're a mix of both dominant and submis—”
Sunghoon kisses you, more so to shut you up. And he only pulls away when he feels his heart calm down.
“I act like an asshole when I want your attention,” he whispers, feeling a weight lift off his chest. Maybe he should speak his mind more often.
“Like earlier today," his lips smack. "...You barely talked to me.”
You furrow your brows, confused as hell.
“Duh! I was talking to Jake!”
“Well,” Sunghoon falters. “...Why didn't you try including me in the conversation?”
You shrug, some sense of guilt bubbling in your stomach. You didn't even notice. “I don't know, you seemed out of it…”
Your eyes narrow in suspicion, wanting to lighten the mood. You both just fucked, there's no need to be sad!
“Wait…” you smile naughtily. “Are you jealous of Jake?!”
Sunghoon scowls further. God, just Jake's name on your tongue sounded so fucking wrong to him.
“I’m dead,” you cackle, hitting him on his clothed chest. “Why are you jealous of Jake? He's like a brother to me!”
Sunghoon raises an accusatory brow. “You've literally said that about me like a hundred times. Look where we are now.”
Right…
“Yeahhh,” you say, wrapping your arms around him closer. “But sometimes I lie, y'know? Can't let our resident model get too cocky, can I?”
Sunghoon's heart still feels heavy, though.
“I'm different then?" he asks hesitantly. Fuck it, he needs to know. Even if he doesn't like the answer. "You're not attracted to them whatsoever?”
“I would never do this with them,” you say as sincerely as you can. " 'Cause you know... they're my brothers.”
He lets a soft laugh roll off his tongue at your silly little joke. You're funny sometimes.
Sunghoon wraps his arms around your waist.
“From now on, don't think of calling me anything other than your boyfriend or husband, okay?” he says lowly, leaning in close. “Or I might make you cry even harder next time…’
Blood rushes to your ears. You click your tongue at him, trying to hide how shy he makes you feel. What losers, the both of you.
“Okay fineeee,” you relent. “Love you too, Hoonie~”
He heaves a deep sigh of relief. The feelings are mutual. He never had a doubt in his mind! Not at all...
“Good,” he mumbles, suppressing the wide ass grin on his face. “Now, you think you'd feel me in your stomach even better in this position or—”
“OH HELL NO—”
And that's the last thing you see before Jay turns the lights on to throw a pillow at both of you.
–
morning after.
“You two are so nasty,” Jake grimaces as he walks out of the bathroom. He slept on the tiles for the whole night, unable to muster up the courage to walk out into the living room and witness the weird noises he was hearing from the other side.
You two were at the dining table, eating eggs for breakfast. It's a miracle Jay didn't kick either of you out.
He did, in fact, wake you up in time for work. With a flick to your forehead. You were sorry for ever doubting him.
Jake drones on despite your thoughts. “How could you let me yak myself to sleep while you two go at it like rabbits?!”
Your cheeks warm up with shame. How loud were you two really?
“I sent you two the link,” Jay says from the kitchen counter, clearly still irked. “The most expensive couch I can find. Fuck you two, seriously. I can't believe you did that on real genuine velvet.”
And Sunghoon couldn't help but smile.
That couch wasn't the only thing that felt velvet last night.
“Okay, we're really sorry,” you mutter. “We were both drunk as fuck last night. We promise it won't happen again.”
You promised. Not Sunghoon. He still had plans to make it happen later. Maybe on his friend's precious kitchen counter...
“You should be grateful, Jay,” his grandpa-like voice chimes in. “That's the most action this apartment's gotten since you've moved in.”
And Jay needs both Jake and you to hold him back from pouncing on your stoic boyfriend. But that's the thing about Sunghoon.
He loves to be misunderstood.
A/N: so did we like it? did we love it? i’ve been very sunghoon-pilled recently… he’s a very gorgeous man. let me know what you all think #pervertnation
and i know a lot of you are wondering about the jungwon fic. i’m sorry to disappoint, i really do have a draft of it. i just can’t bring myself to release it knowing that i’m not satisfied with what i wrote. the headspace i was in when i first started writing stray kitty is so different to where i’m now. i lowkey have been going through it this year and i’m just glad i was able to even find enough inspiration to write this fic out. so, you might have to wait a little longer for the jungwon fic, but i just really wanted to release something to get back into the rhythm of writing and to interact with you all <3
