Head-Splitting Hangover with the Next-Door Noona
Lee Jieun's first thought upon waking was that her head felt like it was about to split open. Her mind was foggy, her body ached in protest, refusing to obey. Propping herself up on the sofa, she rubbed her temples hard with both hands and scanned her surroundings.
The thin blanket that had covered her up to her neck slipped off and pooled on the floor. She bent down to pick it up, inspecting it closely. It definitely wasn't from her house. The sofa she was lying on wasn't hers either. The layout was similar, sure, but her living room didn't have anything like this. If anything felt familiar—more familiar than home—it was this furniture and bedding.
Finally managing to stand from the sofa, she heard a welcome voice in her ear.
"Oh, you're up?"
Turning toward the sound, she saw Taeyang standing there, wiping his hands on his apron.
"You woke up surprisingly intact."
Jieun slapped her hands to her cheeks. Her face burned hot; she couldn't even look at Taeyang.
"Ah... did I get drunk and make a fool of myself again?"
Taeyang nodded without a hint of hesitation.
"Yeah. A fool? Why use such a fancy word? You went full-on batshit crazy."
"How bad?"
"You barged in insisting this was your place, then started masturbating out of nowhere."
He shrugged lightly as he untied the apron strings behind his back.
"You begged me to touch you, so I did, but that wasn't enough—you wanted sex, so I pounded you good. Then you went to wash up, stole my clothes since you had nothing to change into, and jerked off to my scent."
Listening to his recap, Jieun looked down at the clothes draped over her. An oversized T-shirt and loose shorts that didn't match her size or gender. Her expression shifted subtly.
"I even tucked you in with a blanket on the couch, and you snuck into my room begging to get knocked up— that's when I caught you stripping."
"Isn't that just our usual thing?"
"...Yeah, true."
Thinking about it, that was something she did sober too. Taeyang let out an awkward chuckle.
"Ah, good thing. No major disasters..."
Jieun let out a huge sigh of relief. Her memory was blacked out, but it sounded like her usual cute drunken antics. As long as she hadn't puked on the floor or broken anything, it was fine.
With that in mind, she giggled and slid off the sofa, heading toward the kitchen—specifically, toward Taeyang.
"Mmm, smells good~ What're you cooking?"
"Made hangover stew. Eat up before you go."
Leaning in, Jieun wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. The half-untied apron still carried his unique scent, thick and intoxicating.
"Go where? I wanna live here forever."
"Auntie would flip out hard if you tried."
Her beaming smile twisted into a scowl in an instant. She jerked her head up, frowning deeply.
"You ran and told her already?"
"Told? Reported."
Taeyang grinned slyly.
"I'll have you all to myself once you're in the army, noona."
"Ugh, seriously..."
Jieun pressed her fist into her cheekbone against the returning headache. Better to just take a few slaps like old times and be done. Now that she was an adult, it was just kneeling through hours of lectures—pure hell.
"Semester's over now. Can't I just grab some stuff during break and live here like before?"
She emphasized "before," her face turning wistful. Those times were so nice...
"I'd love that."
Taeyang scratched the back of his head.
"But Moonbyeol and Auntie would never allow it."
"Yeah... probably..."
A grown woman ditching her perfectly fine home to crash at a younger guy's place? Socially weird, and her mom would never stand for it.
Jieun tossed it out as a joke.
"Why not just buy a place with all that money you've saved and elope?"
She was one of the few who knew the secret of Taeyang's bank balance. Not that she'd ever mooch off him. She stuck around because she wanted to—money meant nothing. If she had even half of what he'd earned, she'd whisk him away without a second thought!
Taeyang knew it was a joke and brushed it off.
"Gotta graduate first. And come out to everyone around us."
"Hmph..."
Jieun didn't grumble more. It was Taeyang, after all—he'd handle it fine.
"Eat first, think later."
Settling at the table, she let out a short gasp at the spread. Just rice, stew, and a few side dishes, but from Taeyang? A feast fit for a king.
She grabbed her chopsticks and spoon quick, chirping brightly.
"Let's eat!"
She started with the stew bowl, sipping the broth. She let out deep hums of approval.
"Damn, this hits. Is this why I drink? To crave your hangover stew?"
"Then just come sober and eat it."
"Nah, it doesn't taste the same without the hangover buzz."
She wagged her spoon.
"Gotta be when my hands are all tingly. Perfect! Hey, aren't you eating?"
"I already ate while you were out."
She demolished the aggressive feast, scraping every bowl clean before hopping down from her chair.
"No dessert?"
"...Dessert?"
Taeyang muttered dubiously. Hangover stew and now dessert? He was about to grab ice cream from the fridge when Jieun snagged his waist.
"Hiding it here, huh?"
Her hands slid down, gently stroking over his crotch.
"Morning already?"
She grinned back at his question.
"Don't like?"
"Nah."
"Knew it."
With that, Jieun dropped to her knees in front of him. Deft hands yanked down his pants and underwear together, revealing his limp cock.
She tilted her head back as far as it went, pinching the midpoint between thumb and index to slap it against her face. The thick length covered her from forehead to nose tip. She inhaled deeply.
"Haa... snnniiiifff...♥"
Her face flushed so red it seemed ready to burst from the sheer excitement. Pursing her lips, she planted soft kisses along the base. Smack—muah—smack— Even light pecks made it twitch and harden instantly.
A bead of precum welled at the tip and dripped between her brows.
"Hehe, excited already?"
"How could I not be? You're being way too sexy, noona."
"Fufu."
Satisfied, she let it drop from her face. Staring at the head like it had eyes of its own, she locked gazes with it.
"What're you doing?"
Taeyang asked, baffled—he'd expected her to dive right in.
"Saying hi. Thanks for the fuck yesterday."
"Say that to me, not it. What the..."
He chuckled in disbelief. Classic noona—impossible to get sometimes.
Apparently done with her cock communion, she swept her hair behind her ear and engulfed the head in one go.
"Mmmph."
True to her petite frame, her mouth was too small to take all of Taeyang's cock. She barely managed half. But that was just using her mouth. When she brought in more...
Like a snake, she pushed her head forward, swallowing it down. Gulp—glurk—tight— Taeyang stared blankly as his cock got devoured.
Before he knew it, she'd passed halfway—70% now crammed in her mouth.
She looked up at him, eyes wide and triumphant. They held gazes a moment before she smirked confidently. Her throat gagged—glurk—painfully, yet her face stayed grinning.
"Uh. Ngh."
Rarely flustered, Taeyang let out a weird groan. Mouth, tongue, throat—all three squeezed and milked him at once.
In this woman-dominated world, male-led pleasures like oral weren't hyped or prioritized. For Taeyang, it'd always been more mental than physical...
"Where'd you even learn..."
The insane technique threw him; he fought back the surging urge to cum. The pressure from her esophagus, the wriggling tongue inside—it was pleasure like nothing he'd felt.
"Ngh, nngh..."
"Ghk—glrrrk—gulp—"
Every swallow vibrated faintly through her throat, kneading his cock. Her warm nasal breaths teased the part still outside.
Under five minutes, Taeyang couldn't hold it and grabbed her head.
"Cumming?"
She nodded ever so slightly—permission granted. He stopped restraining his hips and pumped straight down her throat.
Even more cum than usual, but Jieun swallowed every drop without spill or gag. Drip—slurp—smmk—gulp gulp— Her bobbing Adam's apple showed her effort.
Nearly a full minute of ejaculation later, Taeyang released her head, hit with deep exhaustion.
"Pwah!"
She pulled off, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, then bowed to the now-flaccid cock. Her sly, upturned eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Thanks for the meal."