Just This Once

Yves is kneeling on the carpet of your bedroom, the same one she’s been crashing in for eight months now. Ha Sooyoung. Your sister’s best friend. Eight months of fixing your meals, driving you to your part-time job, calling you “kid” in a soft tone.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she says, palming you through your jeans. “This will be a one-time thing.”

“Noona, are you sure it’s okay?”

“Yes. Just shut up and take your pants off.”

You’re in her mouth before you’ve finished the thought. Warm, wet, excruciatingly slow. Eyes up. Her eyes always up.

“Jiwoo would kill me,” she mutters around you, then sinks back down.

“Then don’t tell her.”

A hum. The sound goes through you. Her hand at your base, stroking in time with her mouth, the rhythm uneven. Sloppy. Inexperienced. You’ve thought about this for years and the real thing is worse and better all at once.

“Noona...”

“Mm?”

“That’s, fuck...”

She pulls off, lips slick, glossy, red, and plump. “Pathetic, are you almost gonna cum?”

“Sorry.”

“At least let me enjoy it for longer.”

Back down. Deeper. Her tongue presses flat on the upstroke and your hand finds the back of her head before you can stop yourself.

“Sorry, sorry...”

“Hwandsh owf the haer, kid~”

You let go. She rewards you. Takes you to the back of her throat and holds it. Holds it. Holds it until she gags, sharp and wet, and pulls off coughing. Spit pools on her bottom lip, strings from the head of your cock to her mouth, breaks across her chin.

“Jesus, Sooyoung noona...”

“Shut up.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist. Looks up at you, eyes glassy. “You know I don’t even like this, right?”

“I know.”

“Guys. Cocks. Any of of this disgusting shit.”

“I know.”

“It’s only because you asked.”

She goes back down before you can give a response. Wetter now. Sloppier. The spit she left behind makes everything obscene, slick sounds filling the room, her hand sliding easier at the base. Your thighs lock up.

“Noona, I’m gonna...”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.”

She doesn’t pull off. She doesn’t slow down. She holds you in her throat and looks up with those dark eyes and that’s it, that’s what does it, and you spill into her mouth with your whole body shaking. She takes it. Swallows. Breathes through her nose. Stays there until you stop twitching.

When she finally pulls back, she wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

“Happy birthday, kid.”