September 22, 2025

The first thing Hyoyeon notices is the headache. It’s not a pounding one, but a soft, dull weight behind her eyes. The kind that only comes from one too many cocktails, or one too many shots.

The second thing she notices is the ceiling. It’s definitely not hers.

She blinks slowly, groaning under her breath.

“Shit.”

She’s done this before. A month ago, to be exact. She woke up in an unfamiliar bed, her mind racing, her throat dry and her head throbbing. And a man next to her. A much younger man.

Her head turns. There you are.

You’re asleep, your face buried in the pillow, breathing slow and deep. The sheets are barely covering your lower half and one arm is draped lazily over your chest. Your body’s relaxed and completely at ease. The exact opposite of hers right now.

“God, not again.”

Hyoyeon whispers in disbelief, pressing her fingers to her temples.

“I really did it again?”

You shift a little, but don’t wake up.

She leans over the side of the bed, reaching for her purse. Her phone’s still there. She unlocks it and immediately regrets it.

“Tell me she didn’t go home with him AGAIN.”

Hyoeyeon can basically hear Sooyoung laughing. Why didn’t she stop her?

“Oh, she definitely did. She kept talking to him at the bar.”

Yuri’s remark makes her roll her eyes.

“She disappeared right after midnight. Classic Noona move.”

She can see Yoona’s grin in that message. Why does everyone have to gang up on her like this every time?

“ Unnie… at least ask for his name this time 😭“

Seohyun’s comment makes Hyoyeon blush with shame. She slept twice with you already, but she has no clue who you are.

“Goddammit…”

She should feel embarrassed. Mortified, even. But after scrolling a little more and seeing the gifs, the emojis and the jokes all the members are sending, she starts to laugh. Quietly at first. Then a little more freely.

Whatever. It’s her birthday. And even though this probably looks bad on paper - 37, hungover, in bed with a 26-year-old she barely knows - she feels good. At least physically.

And when she glances down at you again… she notices something else.

A not-so-little tent forming under the covers.

She tilts her head.

“Well…”

She murmurs to herself, brushing her hair back and sitting up straighter.

“Would be rude not to say good morning.”

She shifts, moving slowly and carefully, crawling down between your legs like a woman who’s made up her mind. The sheets rustle under her as she settles between your thighs, lifting the blanket just enough to confirm what she already saw.

You’re still sleeping. And you’re hard.

“Poor thing.”

Her fingers lightly graze your skin.

“What kind of Noona would I be if I let you suffer like this?”

You barely stir, but your breath hitches.

Her lips hover over your length. She smiles.

“Happy birthday to me.”

And then she takes you into her mouth.

Your eyes blink open the moment you feel heat wrap around you.

Warm. Wet. Soft.

It takes a second for your sleep fogged brain to catch up, but when it does, your breath catches in your throat.

Hyoyeon.

Her hair is falling around her face as she bobs her head slowly between your thighs. Her lips are sealed around your cock, eyes open and watching you like she knew you’d wake up right then. She doesn’t stop. If anything, she sinks lower and deeper, humming softly around your length as your hips twitch in surprise.

“Good morning.”

She finally says, pulling off with a slick pop and a wicked smirk. Her hand strokes you slowly as she continues.

“And happy birthday to me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but she just shushes you gently, placing one hand on your chest to keep you still.

“Don’t even think about saying anything, kid. You’ve already made your gift pretty obvious.”

She dips her head again, this time taking you deeper. Her tongue swirls around your tip, while her lips tighten around you. Her pace is steady and controlled, but teasing. She knows exactly what she’s doing, pulling soft moans from your lips as her hand strokes the base and her mouth works the rest.

Every time you try to move, her fingers press a little firmer into your chest.

“Stay.”

She murmurs between strokes, lips brushing your tip.

“Good boys let Noona take care of everything.”

You exhale shakily.

“You’re unbelievable.”

She grins, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“You’re rock hard right now. And I don’t hear you saying no.”

Hyoyeon’s lips wrap around you again. Her moans send vibrations down your shaft and her free hand slides up to cup your balls, massaging them gently, adding just enough pressure to make you writhe.

You feel yourself getting closer. Fast.

“N-Noona…”

You barely manage.

“I’m gonna-”

She pulls off again, stroking you with a wet, slick rhythm now.

“Hmm? You want to cum already? But we haven’t even gotten to the real part of my present yet.”

You stare down at her, your chest rising and falling. She just licks her lips slowly, one hand still wrapped around your cock as it twitches in her grip. Instead of taking you into her mouth again, she presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

Then another. And another.

She trails kisses all the way up your stomach as she crawls back over you, with her hips settling against yours and her bare skin brushing yours now, warm and tempting.

“You can cum when I’m riding you.”

She whispers against your lips.

“Not a second before.”

She straddles your hips fully now, reaching between your bodies to guide you exactly where she wants you.

“It’s my birthday.”

She moans, sinking down slowly, your cock stretching her open inch by inch. Her eyes flutter shut as she lets out a long, shaky sigh.

“And I’m going to use you exactly how I want.”

You grip her hips as she settles down on you completely, walls clenching around your cock, her breath catching.

“And you’re going to thank me for it.”

Hyoyeon fully takes her place on your lap, her hips grinding slowly. She moves them in circles as she sinks fully down on your cock. Her breath catches in her throat and her fingers splay across your chest for balance.

“Mmm.”

Heyes flutter shut for a moment.

“Still fits perfectly.”

Your hands grip her waist, unsure whether to hold her steady or help her move, but she quickly takes control. She leans forward, her face close to yours, her lips brushing your ear.

“No hands. Not unless I say so.”

She rises just enough for you to feel the pull and the tight heat around you, then sinks back down with a quiet moan. Her pace is teasing, almost cruel, like she knows exactly how much you want more but won’t give it to you yet.

“You like this, don’t you?”

She groans, riding you with the confidence of a woman who knows how to move her body.

“Your pretty little Noona using you on her birthday.”

You nod, helpless and breathless.

She laughs, her hands sliding up your chest.

“I can feel how deep I have you. God, you’re throbbing inside me.”

Her rhythm picks up now, still controlled and measured, but harder and deeper. Each roll of her hips presses your bodies closer. Her breath becomes shakier and her moans slip past her lips with every bounce.

You’re gripping the sheets now, trying to hold yourself back.

“Don’t.”

She pants and groans on top of you.

“Don’t you dare cum yet.”

She leans in again, kissing you slowly, almost in a possessive manner. Her tongue slips into your mouth, claiming you as surely as her body has. When she pulls back, her lips are swollen and her voice is rough with need.

“I’m gonna cum first. And you’re going to just sit there and take it. Because that’s what good boys do for their Noona.”

She rides you harder and faster, her hips slapping against yours, the wet sound of your bodies filling the room. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she chases her high with her head tilted back and hair falling around her like a curtain.

Then her body tenses. Her walls clench around your cock as she gasps, her voice breaking on your name, her orgasm crashing through her with a raw, aching moan. She trembles against you, her hips still grinding slowly, working through every wave of pleasure.

When she finally stills, she leans in, lips brushing yours again.

“Now…”

She whispers, her voice sounding low and wrecked.

“Now you can cum.”

You barely register the words. But your body responds instantly.

The pressure you’ve been holding back breaks free with a rush of heat and your hands grip the sheets tighter as you finally let go. Hyoyeon watches you and feels you. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips are parted, her hands are running slowly down your chest as your body shudders beneath her.

“Good boy.”

She whispers again, but this time softer.

“That’s it. Let Noona take care of you.”

You’re still catching your breath when she leans down and kisses you. It’s not rough, or teasing. Just soft and slow. The kind of kiss that makes you forget where you are and how this all started.

She stays like that for a moment, her forehead resting against yours, both of your bodies slick with heat, breath mingling in the quiet air.

Then she exhales with a small laugh.

“You’re quite something, young man.”

She gently rolls off you, collapsing next to you on the bed. The room falls into a soft morning silence, broken only by the hum of the city outside and the occasional buzz of her phone on the nightstand.

She picks it up, unlocks it and immediately groans.

The group chat is still going.

Sooyoung:“How’s your back, birthday girl 😉“

Yoona: “ 10 years younger… again. I’m so proud 😭👏“

Seohyun: “Why aren’t you answering, unni? Is he tiring you out this early in the morning? 💀“

Hyoyeon hides her face in the pillow.

“Oh god.”

You chuckle beside her.

After lying next to each other for a while, you feel her shift next to you again. Her fingers trail across your chest, her leg sliding over yours.

She lifts her head slightly, her eyes glinting.

“So…what do you think about birthday brunch? I need some coffee, something to eat… And maybe… round two, if you play your cards right.”

You grin.

“I’m sure I have something in the kitchen.”