Only Get Drunk in Front of Me
Even with her head spinning, Da-yeon could still feel this much clearly. Seok-hyeon was displeased. Was it jealousy? His emotions weren’t painted in sharp relief, but her heart eased all the same. It was the complete opposite of how she felt around Kim Na-bin and Jo Gi-tae.
The usual wariness, the thorns she had kept raised, softened.
“Seok-hyeon, you really feel like a real oppa.”
“Is that so?”
“‘Oppa’ suits you so well. Just looking at you makes me want to lean on you…”
The man gave a small laugh. He stroked her hair down.
“You’re saying things you never do. Sounds like you’re getting drunk and acting up.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“Fine, act up. Just not anywhere else.”
“Seok-hyeon oppa.”
“……”
“…Seok-hyeon oppa…”
Strangely, a smile came of its own accord. At the sight of Da-yeon’s lips loosening into a bashful smile, Seok-hyeon let out a dry laugh.
His finger brushed her lips. His thumb rubbed and stroked down her lower lip.
“That’s the kind of thing you say because you’ve never had a real older brother.”
Seok-hyeon’s gaze deepened a shade further.
“Thinking calling someone oppa makes everything okay.”
He muttered as if scolding her.
“If I were your real older brother… I’d have started by smacking you on the back.”
Contrary to his words, his face drew closer. He pressed a light kiss to her mouth. Lacking the strength to resist, she received Seok-hyeon’s kiss. The scent of alcohol transferred through their tongues. The kiss dug deeper than she expected, and Da-yeon grew steadily weaker. Under the man’s pressing force, she had no choice but to accept the play of his tongue. Da-yeon let out a small gasp.
Whenever she closed her mouth, Seok-hyeon persistently teased it open again. He nipped lightly with his teeth, tapped with his tongue, then softly took her in and sucked on the wet flesh. She couldn’t bear the ticklish sensation spreading from her lips through her whole body. A moan escaped on its own.
“…This is what happens.”
Pulling back for a moment, Seok-hyeon soothed her back with a stroke.
“I told you not to get drunk just anywhere, didn’t I?”
His touch was tender, his voice even calm—as if the kiss moments ago had never happened.
Even in this position on the bed, he seemed ready to wrap things up as if nothing had occurred, and she hated that feeling.
“Then… what do I call a regular oppa I know?”
Her voice spilled out in a whisper. Da-yeon lifted her head and overlapped her mouth with Seok-hyeon’s. Even a playful kiss made her feel her legs pressing together.
She didn’t mind if he thought of it as drunken nonsense. She liked Seok-hyeon. She liked the way he never wavered no matter what anyone said, and she liked that his attitude toward her never changed. Above all, she liked the very fact that he liked her.
Unlike her heart, her body couldn’t draw any closer, only lingering around Seok-hyeon’s lips.
“If you were just an oppa I knew…”
Catching Da-yeon’s arm as she tried to pull away, Seok-hyeon lightly bit her lower lip. Breath flowed into the naturally parted mouth. He matched the off-beat of their breathing until she had no choice but to draw him in.
They pressed together without a gap, wet flesh tangling and stimulating the inside of her mouth. It felt as if every nerve in her body was gathering in her face. Heat rose, and even her breath grew short.
After sucking at Da-yeon’s mouth, Seok-hyeon pulled away only to peck lightly at her lips again.
“I told you to only get drunk in front of me, didn’t I?”
His lips moved to her ear. When he pressed fine kisses to the tender flesh there, Da-yeon’s body flinched and trembled. He spoke against her ear.
“I can’t send you home like this, so go once you’ve sobered up.”
Before she knew it, Seok-hyeon was on top of her. He had settled her between his legs and tossed his jacket aside. His solid body pressed down over Da-yeon.
Unbuttoning her blouse with one hand, he kissed along the line of her face. When he licked up the soft flesh of her ear, her body twitched. At the sensation of wetness between her legs, Da-yeon’s face burned hot.
His hand slipped between the open blouse. The hand that had been moving naturally toward her back unhooked her bra. Her breasts, no longer held, spread free. He cupped one fully in his palm and kneaded lightly. Just sweeping around the areola with his thumb and massaging was almost too much to bear.
“Seok-hyeon… nh…”
Before she knew it, he had her nipple caught between his fingers, caressing it gently. Moans spilled out as he played her. Laying the melting Da-yeon down, he buried his face in her chest. Pressing the tip of his tongue into the cleft of her nipple, Seok-hyeon lightly bit the end.
“Ah!”
Clutching his head, she cried out softly. The stinging pain felt thrilling instead. He circled his tongue tip, stimulating her nipple. The sensation of sensitive flesh rubbing against flesh made her body shudder.
Their eyes met as Seok-hyeon licked up along her cleavage. Looking down, his face was disheveled unlike usual. Instead of neat, calm eyes, suppressed heat clung to them.
Seok-hyeon took Da-yeon’s hand and kissed her palm. He moved up each finger one by one, carefully kissing every joint. Reaching the tip, he took it into his mouth and licked down.
The movement of his mouth and tongue felt so blatant that when Da-yeon kept curling her hand, he put two or three fingers in at once and bit without hurting her. Her toes curled, and hidden senses seemed to awaken. Addicted to the pleasure the man gave, she had no choice but to surrender one by one to Seok-hyeon tasting every corner of her body.
I must be crazy. After going mad for a man, getting pregnant first and then being abandoned—yet I’m crumbling so easily to stimulation again.
Seok-hyeon’s hand went lower. The motion of undoing her slacks’ button made fear flare up. Acts with Seok-hyeon felt too good, but she was afraid another reckless accident would lead to them parting. Da-yeon grabbed his arm.
“Seok-hyeon, I’m… afraid I’ll make a mistake…”
It wasn’t that she was saving herself for marriage, but she was scared to take him in right now.
Contrary to her expectation that the mood would cool and he would pull away, Seok-hyeon kissed her once more. Parting his lips just a little, he whispered.
“I won’t put it in.”
Just make you feel good.
His hand delved in again. Long fingers invaded between her underwear. He found the little jut of flesh right away and tickled around it—as if he knew exactly where to touch to make her feel good.
He circled her clit, found her entrance and scraped lightly inside. Every secret touch of his fingers made her body jump. Wet, squelching sounds rose from below each time his fingers moved in and out.
Afraid the same sounds would come from her mouth, Da-yeon clamped a hand over it.
At that, Seok-hyeon moved down. His two hands gently spread her legs. Gripping her thighs, he buried his face right between where her legs met. The moment he parted her flesh and thrust his tongue into her most private place, Da-yeon covered her mouth with both hands.
So “I won’t put it in” had meant only his cock. Seok-hyeon skillfully sucked up her wet flesh. He rolled the small nub with his tongue, then lapped up and drank the wetness gathering there. The small movements were blatant; every sensitive detail registered fully.
Wanting to slow the pace, she clenched his hair tightly. Moans burst freely from her unclosed mouth. Separate from her hands, fluids streamed down the cleft of her ass. Tears spilled from her eyes as well.
“Seok… hyeon… ah, I… please, please…”
She pleaded with the man’s head between her legs. She couldn’t think of the next words—whether to stop or to do more. She just wanted him to end the soaring sensation. Not stop, but take it all the way until she burst…
This time his fingers entered. The thick joints of those fingers she had thought beautiful registered from below. The hand that carefully dug into her hole calmly stroked inside, going in and out repeatedly. With his mouth still sucking hard and his hand thrusting as well, the stimulation climbed fast.
Her head seemed to ring. At last, with a feeling like her mind shattering white, a moan burst out. The aftershocks wouldn’t fade; her whole body kept trembling, and tears flowed.
The fingers that had just been stirring inside her wiped her tears away.
“Are you okay?”
After tormenting her all over, how was she supposed to answer a casual “are you okay?”
Da-yeon covered her face with her hands. There had been no insertion, but it felt like they had crossed the line of sex itself, and she was ashamed after the fact. Using being drunk as an excuse to do it so lightly, so easily.
Seok-hyeon carefully took her hands and pulled them away. Holding the face she tried to hide, he lightly kissed the tip of her eyebrow.
“Da-yeon.”
She thought she looked ugly, soaking in the pleasure and then pulling back after doing everything. Growing even more embarrassed, Da-yeon couldn’t meet Seok-hyeon’s eyes.