Chapter 25: Post Nut Clarity

Friday | November 17th, 2023 | 5:49 PM

I stood at my kitchen counter, scrolling through my phone. I was supposed to be cooking something to eat before I eventually got started with school work. Two assignments due tonight. Upcoming finals to study for. Material to review, the semester was coming to an end soon and I needed to focus up.

All of a sudden, my phone started blowing up. That's an exaggeration, but my phone was dinging with messages while I was trying to decide what I wanted to eat. It was the Goofy Goobers group chat. They were going out tonight. 

It was the usual on a day like this, someone's asking when we're meeting up, then someone answers, then someone asks what time we're meeting up, and yada, yada, yada. It was always the same thing. I briefly remembered Wooyoung's invitation after Wednesday's game, and my rejection.

Now that it was after the fact, I somewhat felt a little guilty for declining, especially since everyone else was going. Then again, I doubt they'd care if I wasn't there one time, especially since I've been to every other outing.

As much as I would like to go and hang out with everyone, I'm just not in the mood. Speaking of which, I have a lot of work to do. I dropped my phone off to the side and drifted over to my fridge. Pulling the door open, I stared inside. Raw ingredients littered the shelves, but nothing stuck out to me. The bottom shelf had bottles of soju lined up neatly, and a couple cans of beer. Seulgi must've stocked up for us.

Shutting the door, I moved to the cupboards, opening the one next to the stove. A few boxes of noodles, cups of instant ramen, some snacks, and other miscellaneous food items. Shit, I don't have the energy to cook right now. I felt unbearably lazy. My phone chimed once, and then a couple seconds later, again. I rolled my eyes and picked it up, swiping up the screen and tapping the message icon.

Wow. Usually, my first impression of everyone's outfits would come from seeing them in person. Joy, on the other hand, decided to show her outfit before they were going to meet. She must've been influenced from hanging around Jennie and Xiaoting, as they were also present in the picture.

In the middle stood Joy, who was wearing a pair of white high waisted shorts with a cropped, pink graphic t-shirt. Her hair was tied up into a neat, high ponytail and she wore a light face of makeup. Behind her, Jennie and Xiaoting were standing on either side. They were all smiling and posing for the camera, and the girls looked really hot.

Joy has always been sexy, but for some reason, she was hitting differently tonight.

"Damn," I mumbled, my eyes locked onto her legs. They were on full display, and she looked good. The way Joy had posed, her arms had lifted her shirt a bit and exposed her toned stomach. For just a peek, I could see the bottom of her bra. They were white, matching her shorts.

"Holy fuck," I muttered. My cock stirred, and I felt a twitch. My dick was half-hard already, just by looking at her. She looked hot. She was definitely dressed to impress and the fact that she was doing it for us, our eyes, had made it even better. The look on her face was a playful one, like she knew exactly what she was doing and how it was affecting us.

I can't study well with a raging hard-on, this comes first before anything. Before I dropped my pants and started beating it in the middle of the kitchen, I turned back to the fridge and remembered the beer and soju sitting on the bottom shelf. Seulgi wouldn't mind if I just borrowed a few bottles. Snatching two bottles of soju, I returned back to my room and slammed the door shut.

Dropping to the floor, I hurriedly unscrewed the cap off the soju bottle and started guzzling. The taste of alcohol burned the back of my throat, and I coughed, the drink spilling from my mouth. With my other hand, I fumbled to free my throbbing dick from my pants.

Once my cock was free, the cold air hit my shaft and I shivered, taking another drink of soju. I forced myself to finish off the bottle right there on the spot, before finalizing my pants and boxers coming off, leaving me in just my shirt. I rolled the empty bottle off to the side and moved to open the other, drinking it in quick, long sips.

"Shit, Joy," I groaned, leaning my head against my bed. With one hand, I held the soju bottle in an upright position and wrapped the other around my cock. My palm slid up and down, and my breathing picked up. I couldn't get the image of Joy out of my mind. It wasn't hard, since she was always sexy and beautiful, but her teasing look, imagining the shorts that hugged her butt, was just too much.

I took sips in between breaths and jerked off to Joy's sexy legs. Finishing the second bottle, I rolled it away and blindly threw my hand underneath my bed. My fingers ran along the floor, before they brushed up against the hidden shoebox. Dragging it out, I opened it up and dug inside past the other panties I collected.

There, hidden beneath all the others, were the pair I stole from Joy's bedroom that time she hosted a party at her house. The iconic black thong with the 'FUCK ME' text inscribed across the crotch. I took it out, the cloth dangling from my finger.

"Joy, fucking tease," I hissed, hastily wrapping my penis with the soft fabric. The material was a bit sticky, and I knew it was from Nakyung and I's cum, but it didn't matter. The mass amount of soju was already taking effect and my thoughts were becoming more hazy.

My cock was hard and throbbing, and the cool air of my room mixed with the sensation of Joy's thong wrapping my dick, the alcohol in my system, and the images of Joy running through my head, I couldn't hold it any longer. My palm slapped up and down my length, the sounds filling the room, mixing with the sound of my breathing.

"Ahhh, fuck, Joy. Fucking shit," I panted, and squeezed the head, imagining the warmth and wetness of her pussy. In no time, the alcohol did its job and pushed me deep into a fantasy I had conjured in a drunken haze.

"T-Thank you, Minjae," Joy babbled, her voice high and slurred. I grunted as I adjusted my hold on Joy's waist, her dead weight pulling down on my shoulders.

"J-Just don't throw up," I said, a bit breathless while I fished out Joy's house key from my pocket and jammed it into her door.

"M' not gonna... hic... throw up," Joy replied. Her body was limp against mine, and her feet dragged on the ground. I finally turned the key and pushed the door open.

"M'not drunk," Joy murmured, before lifting her head off my shoulder.

I glanced at her and she was giving me a dazed smile. "Yeah, you are," I replied, and walked her into her house, shutting the door behind us. Her foyer was always a sight to see but I couldn't stay long as I started leading her towards the stairs.

"Y-You're a... good friend, Minjae," Joy stuttered. She stumbled, her feet getting caught on the first step and her body started tumbling back.

"I got you," I exclaimed, tightening my hold on her. Her upper half fell onto my chest and she was laughing. "Yeah, I know, tell me about it when I tuck you in."

"M'kay," Joy mumbled, and let me lead her up the stairs. Her bedroom was just upstairs and to the left, and luckily the door was wide open, so I didn't need to worry about pushing any more doors open. I pulled her past heaps of clothes lying on the floor and deposited her onto her bed.

"Ugh," I grunted, rubbing the sore spots on my shoulders where she'd dug her elbows into.

"Haha," Joy giggled, and flopped onto her bed. She turned her head into her pillow and closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. I stood there, looking down at her while catching my breath.

"What are you standing there for?" Joy slurred, her words muffled by her pillow. "Come on. Lay here with me."

"No," I laughed out of embarrassment, "I'll be leaving now. I have a test tomorrow and need to study."

"Aww," Joy groaned, and opened her eyes, slowly turning her head towards me.

I played with her house key, "Look, I'm going to lock your house on the way out. I'll come back tomorrow and drop it off when you're awake. Good night, Joy." I started backing away, feeling my time here was over with.

"Minjae." Joy softly called out.

"Hmm?" I hummed, stopping at her bedroom door. She was still in her sleeping position, but I could hear her voice quietly call for me again. "What was that?" I said as I got closer to the bed again. She mumbled, her voice muffled into the pillow.

"What?" Once again, she mumbled so I leaned closer to her head, straining my ear to listen. It was her trap, to draw me in close. All of a sudden, Joy threw her arms around my neck and pulled me down, her body turning onto her back.

"You're staying here," Joy demanded. She had a grin on her face and her eyes were shining with drunken happiness.

"W-Wait, Joy, I can't," I exclaimed, panicking, trying to peel her hands off me.

"Shh," she shushed me. "Be quiet." Her head lurched forward and connected our lips.

I tried to push away but her grip was tight. The taste of alcohol hit my tongue as her mouth pressed into mine. The softness of her lips and her breath mixing with mine had a wave of arousal running through my body.

Joy broke off the kiss, and pulled back, her hands still gripping the sides of my head. We looked at each other, the both of us breathing heavily.

"You're so nice, you deserve a treat," Joy breathed, her eyes half-lidded. She pulled us close again and captured my lips. I gave in to the kiss, the feeling of her soft lips and her body being pressed against mine had taken control of my brain. It felt so good. It was so wrong. I couldn't think clearly and let the heat take over. My hands roamed her sides and she let out a soft moan into the kiss. Fuck, fuck. My mind was racing and my body on its own as I mounted the bed and laid aside Joy.

Joy's tongue was in my mouth and her hands were on my chest, rubbing all over, pushing away my flannel. Our lips smacked and saliva dribbled from our mouths.

"Joy, wait," I gasped, breaking the kiss. I was out of breath and the feeling of her body and lips, and the scent of her perfume and sweat, it was too much. "Joy, stop." I grabbed her wrists and pushed them back.

"Don't wanna stop," she whined, her hands squirming.

"Joy," I hissed. "Joy, you're drunk. We can't."

"It's okay," Joy whispered. "You've always been a good friend, Minjae."

"I know, but," I stammered, the taste of alcohol heavy in my mouth. I can still smell the lingering scent of it from Joy's breath. She had drunk so much, I wouldn't be surprised if she passed out midway. She lurched forward again, her mouth finding mine and we kissed. Her lips were warm and inviting and her body was hot against mine.