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Drunk of Luv

“Synopsis: Where Beomgyu has been in love with his sister's best friend since childhood, and a stupid round of Truth or Dare becomes an important step for him to make a move on that crush.”

Wordcount: 5.7k

Warnings: fem!OC (Ophelia) x Beomgyu, slight age gape (5 years), he is in love for his sister’s bestfriend, fluffy, drinking, smoking, Beom is a bit jealous, truth or dare, conversations about virginity, BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, dom!fem!OC, sub!Beomgyu, virgin!Beomgyu, kinda Noona Kink, make out, dry humping, Beomgyu cuming in his pants cuz I love this concept L

A/N: Hi guys, it's been a while since I posted something other than a request, it took me a long time to translate this fic and I really like it, so I hope you like it too. <3

He remembered the first time he saw her, she was no more than five years old. He didn't know how old she was exactly, from how many words she could articulate in a sentence, or because she could count far beyond twenty, it seemed to be ten, but he knew for sure that that smile would be the most beautiful one he would see in his whole life. He remembered how her hair shone in the sun; he especially liked it when she would hold her sister's hands, and they would spin, the wind would make the shiny hair fly, and the joy was all and completely expressed in that smile.

He knew that no matter how much older he got, his eyes would always sparkle every time he saw her. He liked it when the girls played house, because in the middle of all the mess, he ended up becoming her son; the whole game had become one big blur of colors in his memory. A white towel twisted on her head, a damp washcloth resting on her small shoulder, the gigantic apron that looked more like a tunic, the wooden spoon waving every time she called him, raw rice resting in the little pink pan, and a little spoon balancing a piece of cracker that came close to her mouth.

At twelve, she squeezed his cheeks and said he was cute; still at seven, he thought, "why did she like to do that so much?" And dazzled again, he wondered, why were her fingers able to paint his cheeks red post-squeeze? Were her fingers brushes?

His newest ally, questioning, seemed increasingly opportunistic, particularly on Wednesday afternoons when he could help the two girls paint their hair; he watched the dipping of the crêpe paper into the alcohol, what was that liquid? It even helped to remove it, but the thin feeling made him return the paper every time; why did it look so strange? In the end, he really liked the feeling of her hair in his fingers, he liked the pink in the strands, but he didn't like the pinkish tone that wouldn't leave his fingers for the next days; would it stay forever?

At ten, he was still afraid of thunder, and remembered almost categorically the voice of his grandmother, who said: "That's God talking to sinners", but knew it wasn't true because he had learned from his mother what thunder was. Even if she was already fifteen years old, she would not be able to resist the hands that trembled in front of his knees as much as the lips of the child in the corner of the room. Her hugs were warm and made his sister jealous; he loved that attention, the feeling of being cared for, the caressing of his hair, knowing that when he slept she would carry him carefully to bed.

At thirteen, he understood why at the same age she had stopped playing house with him, at the time he was extremely upset with the situation, but nothing that one of those hugs or a chocolate chip couldn't solve. Now the phrase he had heard so often made sense, even before it was uttered for the first time: "In time you will understand".

The inseparable friends had just moved out of his parents' house when he turned fifteen. He didn't like the idea at all, how often would he see the loved girl? A lot had changed between thirteen and fifteen, there had been an unsuccessful first kiss, the discovery of the vast sexual content of life, the substitution of sweet and innocent dreams for torrid erotic dreams of her, and the heat that bubbled up all over his body when he saw her.

For the first few days he saw no advantages in basically having a second home, his sister and life's passion moving in together seemed far more monotonous than it really was. It wasn't something he was much in the mood for, but it was when he started frequenting the apartment that Beomgyu realized how amazing that move was. It wasn't hard to find her splayed out on the couch on the weekends he spent there, just as it wasn't hard to roll over and lose his eyes all over that ever oblivious body.

Puberty brought with it a wide range of inappropriate thoughts that hardly ever left him alone, and it also brought a nice stretch, which made him two or three inches taller than her. As time passed, Beom left more and more of the fearful little boy with twinkling eyes behind, and each day gave way to a new facet of the man that was forming.

At seventeen, his pretty but no longer rosy fingers took the first can of beer she gave him; the taste was bitter, and he didn't like it at first, but Ophelia's company kept him going. He remembered that night, although the alcohol confused him at times, in any case, he knew how to paint her smiling face on the balcony in his memory.

His sister had gone to spend the weekend with her girlfriend, and in a happy mismatch, he would have two full days alone with her.

He especially remembered the last night, it was the day they drank on the porch, Ophelia had a cigarette in her hands, and between saying that she looked very sexy smoking and that it might ruin her lungs, he chose the first; except that he didn't say anything. Still, he liked the smoke that came out of her mouth when she spoke, he liked the way she laughed, and the way she alternated between the can and the cigarette without seeming even slightly altered.

They talked halfway through the night and ended up sleeping through a marathon of "Lost"; no matter how bad that series was, it was still their series. Beomgyu felt particularly awkward when he woke up, their bodies not at all curled up on the small couch, and nevertheless enough to earn him a good nightly (early morning?) fantasy. The getting up made her wake up, and soon after a shy "good morning", her blurred gaze focused on the morning bulge that embarrassed him so much; between a faint laugh and a nod of the head, she told him to take a shower.

The boy's cheeks were still warm when his disheveled, screaming sister arrived exactly fifteen minutes later. No one had the heart to make a little joke about Eunbin's supposed "hot morning" when she shouted that it was twelve forty-five on a Monday. It was hard not to blush the next time you saw her, thanking Phe's good sense of humor for not letting her bring up the subject that was the reason for all the embarrassment.

He liked that end of adolescence, the memories he built in that period, it was not difficult to bring to mind a special moment, read: numerous times he was with Ophelia without his sister.

When he turned eighteen, a flame of hope was lit, even more so after hearing her say that he had become a wonderful man, so she saw him as a man! However, his joy was short-lived, that same weekend when she went to her sister's house, Ophelia had brought a boyfriend for him to meet; why the hell did she never say she was engaged?

He held out until Monday, ignoring all the caresses they exchanged, the nicknames, the jokes, and especially the kisses, which he imagined how it would be if they were his lips there. He locked himself in his room and told his pillow all his anguish through thick tears. It wasn't hard for Beom to understand why Phe had chosen that man, he was older, better looking, more intellectual, taller, and "plus" so much that he forgot the "but": he had just arrived, and Ophelia was not one to forget her boy.

It was a complicated time, the period that the woman dated Yunho. She chose to cut down on her trips to their house, she preferred to spare herself from seeing her happy with him. Anyway, Beom loved it when he could make the man red with jealousy by snuggling up to Phe the few times he saw her, she loved being sure that if you asked nicely, she would do everything for him. The little war didn't last long, after all, Yunho was also more mature, and after a while he understood what it was all about and began to act indifferently to every effort Beomgyu made to attract attention.

Ophelia even took him to the boy's nineteenth birthday party, who spent most of the time trying to steal her away, even if unsuccessfully; he no longer felt sadness, but anger for always losing this mental dispute. Happily for him, that day he discovered that their relationship was more than falling apart, if he had been more concerned about how she was doing than about stealing her from Yunho, he would have known that already. He begged to sleep at his friends' house, and at the end of the night he was on the porch again, but this time only he had a can in his hand, Phe categorically holding a cigarette.

The silence would be nicer if she looked happier. It was comfortable nonetheless, but the thoughts still troubled the younger man's head there. Phe turned around, leaning the end of her back against the small wall, put out her cigarette on the cold marble, and looked intensely at Beom, who was sure to be kissed at that moment. He felt his cheeks burning and his hands sweating, and wiped discreetly at his pants and approached her.

“I think we're going to break up.” Yeah, he was pathetic. “Sorry, it's still your birthday, I don't want to spoil the mood.” He then added.

“No, I understand, you must be a little down. Lost and bullshit?” He suggested, watching her flash all her teeth in that beautiful smile.

“Of course!”

This time he fell asleep on her lap, and when he woke up the next day he thanked the gods that it wasn't a Monday, and felt back to puberty when he noticed the more than morning erection. In just under two weeks the relationship was over, and incredibly, Ophelia seemed freer, happier, and unbelievably more beautiful, even though she had always been.

“Phe, can I have a party at your place?” He asked, bringing a bowl filled with chopped fruit in front of her, who looked at it intently.

“You know this kind of thing is up to your sister, right?”

“Please, Noona! You know Eunbin won't let you, talk to her, please!” He cried, sitting down next to her, who calmly put a strawberry swirl in his mouth.

“I can't guarantee anything, and don't even think of not inviting me!”

“Never! I really wanted you to come?” He commented, opening his mouth so that she could put a piece of kiwi in it.

“No need to try this emotional blackmail, I already said I'll talk to Eun.” She finished by pushing her thigh against his.

“Noona, you're funny, lively, a great friend, and very pretty.” He interrupted himself when he realized the result of his excitement at the compliments; dismayed and with a rosy face, he continued: “What I meant was that I would really like you to participate.”

The woman smiled before biting into a strawberry slice, Beom lost himself in those lips for a few seconds longer than he should have.

“What more do you want, my darling, a kiss? Stop staring at my mouth like that, boy!” She said, laughing at his startled expression.

He wanted to tell her that he wasn't a boy anymore, that he really wanted a kiss, and that he was twenty years old and didn't fit into that nickname anymore. On the other hand, his heart squeezed as sweetly as his thighs when he heard the little word. He decided that nothing he could say would change the embarrassing situation, and got up and went into the living room. She loved leaving him like this, completely lost, and especially red; she thought that maybe he was just extremely shy, she never questioned the possible crush Gyu had on her, even though this crush would last explicitly for most of his life.

After much insistence on the part of the older woman, the party was finally able to take place, and by twenty-two o'clock the following Saturday, the apartment was packed with young people starting to get drunk. Beomgyu was smiling ecstatically, he was enjoying being the host, and people seemed to enjoy it too, always greeting him as he passed by.

But wandering his eyes he focused on the silver-clad figure who seemed distracted on the balcony, smoke ensnared her right hand, and a cup of green liquid rested beside her. The boy restrained the urge to hug her from behind, kiss her temple, and call her "love". He sighed, somewhat disappointed, and moved closer to her.

“Thanks for convincing Eun, Phe, the party is great, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Gyu, your party is very good. Including great taste in music, if you weren't so broke you'd be rocking out with your friends.” Smiled, putting the cigarette in her mouth.

“You're not broken, you look amazing!” He suppressed the urge to see her rolling around, so he could continue: “By the way, my friends are calling you to play truth or dare. I know it's stupid, but if you want to...” He let the sentence die as he watched her.

“Are your friends calling me or do you want me to come?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“A little of both.” He answered softly.

“Okay, well, I'm coming, let me just finish this one.” She said, raising the white tube in the air.

Most of the boy's friends knew about his big crush on Ophelia, so when he returned from his little chat, he received many suggestive smiles that made him blush with embarrassment.

“Is she coming to play?” Asked Soobin, who was already sitting in the small circle.

“She's just going to finish her cigarette.” He said, opening a small beer can.

“Ophelia seems nice, is she single or still with that guy?”

“Why do you want to know that?” He found himself saying before thinking.

“Relax man, I'm just trying to set you up, I'm not going to cut your grass!” He explained, laughing at his friend's desperation.

“Sorry, I'm a little nervous ...” Argued between a long sip of his drink.

“Are you going to get to her then?” Introduced Taehyun surprised.

“But not even dead!” Said more like a shout.

“There's nothing to be afraid then!” Replied the youngest of the group.

“Maybe because her ex is Yunho and the standard is high?” Yeonjun teased.

“Will you guys stop it? Beom will end up dying a virgin if you keep scaring him.” Soobin commented just to tease the boy.

“My boy is too young to be doing this kind of thing anyway!” Said Phe surprising everyone, including Gyu, who instantly asked for death.

Damn it! She didn't need to know that he was still a virgin, for fuck's sake! He did everything to look a little more grown up and now all the effort has gone to waste, he's back to being that little boy who cried hugging her for fear of thunder. His flushed cheeks made him especially cute in the eyes of the older woman, who promptly ruffled his hair in an attempt to relax him. Even though the gesture brought him comfort, he still remained tense and confused by the fact that she didn't give a damn about the fun fact; was it to be expected?

He was so absorbed in his thoughts about looking young enough so that she wouldn't be surprised, or taking for herself truths that were never told about his inexperience, that he barely noticed the little circle celebrating. When his eyes focused, Beom noticed Phe's face in outrageous laughter, the class half-understanding, and Soobin frowning as she held up the bottle.

“Guys, just because I chose dare don't mean you're going to make me kiss Gyu?” He felt his body burn; what kind of stuff had his friend drunk to come up with something like that? “Where would he want to kiss such a middle-aged lady?” She continued with a laugh that confused everyone.

Choi felt his stomach turn, so she thought he thought that? Even after he had gotten carried away in compliments a few days earlier, even though he always got lost in her, lost focus and embarrassed, every single time. Honestly, he didn't even think negatively about her age, it never stopped him from doing or thinking exactly nothing, let it be said in passing that this "superiority" only made him lose his breath.

“You're not a lady, the oldest you can come close to is a MILF. “ Commented one of the people in the circle.

“Shut up, you know that MILFs are exactly middle-aged. You're still young enough to kiss Beom, right?” Soobin intervened, trying to improve the situation for his friend.

“I don't know if I should thank you for this, but I don't mind giving Beom a peck, if he doesn't mind too.” Smiled at the mortified boy next to her.

“No peck!” Shouted Taehyun. “It has to be a real kiss!” He explained, puffing out his chest as his friend shrugged his shoulders.

“If you're that keen to see a make out, I can make a room and a laptop available to you.” She commented, only to see him contradict himself in explanation. She turned to her boy and whispered: “Are you okay with this?”

Choi Beomgyu had never been so nervous in his entire life. He felt his heart rise and fall with lightning-like rapidity, beating erratically, perhaps stumbling, falling and sinking. He felt his hands sweat, and tried to wipe them discreetly on his pants, this was becoming more and more frequent. He turned his face to look at her and wondered if he could breathe. She was so close, with that look in her eyes that made him shiver, exuding concern amidst the little levity he couldn't decide if he had made up or not. The most curious part was that she didn't smell like a cigarette; had she used that mint rinse? He wanted to kiss her to find out how refreshing it sounded.

And there was no other, shyly shaking his head affirmatively, she pulled him by the neck to make the kiss easier, their lips intertwined and within the delicious drag of tongues he felt the freshness of the mint; there he smiled, barely able to contain his happiness. He wanted to moan softly when he felt the little hairs on the back of his neck being pulled lightly, Ophelia made him melt with just a kiss, his eyes squeezed tightly when he realized it was ending, his body was boiling, every little part of him, without exception. He noticed the nibbling on his lower lip, the flaring in his lower abdomen, the whimper he let out, and the absence of her lips as soon as they ended with a kiss, the circle in ecstasy and Beom not even knowing how to react, but he knew how to place the pillow that a laughing Taehyun threw at him.

That party didn't stay the same, at least for the boy. His head was spinning in a delicious way, he could assure it wasn't the alcohol. He was happy, too happy, and maybe it was all showing in a smile with all his teeth, but he couldn't tell because he was too drunk, drunk on something he couldn't classify. Drunk on something that certainly wasn't alcohol.

Time passed and neither of them touched the subject of the kiss. Ophelia because she didn't know how much it affected him, and Beomgyu because he felt too shy to remind her, not that it stopped him from thinking about the moment. He remembered exactly every second of the kiss, the way her fingers had stroked his hair, the exciting nibbling, and the state of delight that had ensued at the end, the same state that always returned after the memory. Somehow he longed to talk to her about it, to tell her how he felt, how it felt on her lips, how much he hoped to do it again, and truly, hoped for so much more.

Phe didn't think the boy remembered the night at the party, perhaps because he had drunk too much alcohol, or just because it hadn't been important enough for him to remember; she was wrong. That early morning she had heard one or two comments about Beomgyu finally kissing the "woman of his life," she remembered the term exactly because it made her laugh enough to soften her ego. Even though she took it all as just a recurring bit of banter, the woman couldn't help but notice how well he kissed for someone who seemed so quiet, or how susceptible and vulnerable he seemed to every little action, and maybe, just maybe, it made her think about how he would look under her in bed.

Beomgyu hadn't planned on spending this weekend at his sister's house, but his parents had almost kicked him out of the house with an excuse to call some couple friends over for a chat, and with only a half-empty backpack, he ended up knocking on their door. Ophelia opened the door in confusion, his attentive eyes caught sight of the loose shirt that covered only the beginning of her thighs, and in an attempt to blur, he noticed the open snacks on the coffee table and the muffled voices of familiar characters.

“Watching "Lost" alone?” He asked, feigning a disappointed expression.

“Why didn't you say you were coming?” Crossed her arms.

Panic. He thought he was over the kiss and would have more control over how she affects him; wrong, very wrong, because the moment her arms circled the curve below her breasts, and they marked deliciously under her shirt, he felt his body twitch. His tongue rolled around in his mouth, nervously; "control yourself, control yourself" was all that went through his mind, but it was too late, and his face was already too red to hide it.

“Are you coming in, boy? Or are you going to stay here all night?” She questioned and then returned to the sofa.

The Korean entered, closing the door behind him, silently hung up his backpack and removed his shoes, all this under the intense gaze of the woman, even if he did not recognize this kind of intensity. He looked at her again, the control dangling from his slender fingers, the messy sit that made him check the color of her panties too long for her not to notice, he felt something inside him tighten. His Noona smiled shaking her head, bent her legs leaving them lowered, which made him come back down to earth and clear his throat in pure confusion.

“Do you want to continue this episode, or would you rather I play it from the beginning?” She said, watching him walk over to the sofa and sit down in the corner.

“I think I've already disrupted your evening alone, you can leave it at that, Noona.”

“Where do you get these ideas? I'm glad you came, spending Friday alone is not like me.” She complemented with a smile that made him warm up.

He held the packet of snacks in a bit too eagerly when she tossed it to him, and soon the atmosphere became more comfortable, even if Gyu still felt the discomfort between his legs becoming more present. Curses swirled in his head, she had obviously noticed his stares, if she saw the erection it would be his death, and well, he didn't want to die, not without kissing her lips again. The sight of her in profile was all his eyes focused on, perhaps half unnoticed, but still rambling on about how focused she seemed on the TV, and how much he didn't want her to notice him, to the same extent he did.

“Why do you look at me and not at the TV, Beom?” Asked with a raised eyebrow, interrupting the boy's every thought, now horrified.

“B-because I...” Swallowed dryly, trying to quickly come up with something. “Actually I don't.”

“You've been acting weird to me since that day at the party.” Interrupted him again, this time speaking. “I wasn't going to say anything about it, I didn't want to embarrass you, but it's just that your nervousness has been getting on my nerves, Gyu.” She used the cute nickname, even though the tone showed a certain inconvenience.

“I'm always like this.” He replied with a hint of a voice.

“No, Beom, it's not like that. I can tell the difference between your red cheeks, each shade of red, and I'm sure that if I look down I'll find the reason for this violent red.” Now she was just inches away from their thighs touching, their eyes glaring at each other.

“Don't look!” All the voice that was missing from the last line had come out in this one, which sounded like a desperate squawk.

“It's not like I haven't already seen it, right?”

“Please, it's embarrassing.” He looked away from her by turning his head forward, discreetly moving his hands to his lap.

Phe hadn't imagined that he would react like this, not with this kind of delivery right away. She had expected Choi to play crazy for a few more minutes, denying everything, but no, he simply couldn't take the teasing; it made her wonder if anyone had ever cornered him like that. He, for his part, felt his heart gallop faster than the best horse of the best Aras, his ears buzzed at the sound of her voice, it felt like it was going to explode, the long-forgotten television seemed comforting enough to keep his attention. Goosebumps set in the region of his whitened neck as soon as he felt her warm breath. His was engaged, just as his penis took this as a premise to produce the pre-cum that was slowly wetting his underwear.

“Beom, why don't you tell me what this is all about, uh? Maybe then I'll leave you alone, if you want me to.”

He didn't want to say, he didn't want to expose my feelings in this situation, not with an exploding dick in my pants, a faint look on the face, cheeks almost crimson, sweaty hands, and a completely disorganized mind. Gyu had imagined a normal day, he would arrive tidy, ask her out and after a wonderful afternoon he would tell her, but the thought of disobeying her made him shudder. In fact, disobeying was not the best thing to do, not when she was dangerously close, with so little clothing and threatening to touch him where he had wanted her most for years.

“I-I don't know how to begin. “ He dictated quickly, closing his eyes, her fingernails dragging over his beat-up jeans. “I guess I've always felt this way, ah... Noona please, I can't concentrate.” He asked as he felt her slide her nails down his thigh and into his shorts.

“Come on, baby, you're such a smart boy, I'm sure you'll be able to finish.” He couldn't tell what she meant by the words, but this, coupled with the compliments, made him seize up violently.

“I-I always get nervous around you, b-but it's because I've always wanted to be your boy, as you say.” He paused to try to sustain his trembling voice, now that his fingernails were caressing his abdomen, painfully close to the waistband. “I w-want you to see me as a man, but still as your baby. I wanted you to take care of me, to be with me, but I also wanted you to kiss me, to touch every part of me.” Was interrupted by his own loud moan at having her squeeze his nipple.

His burning body barely able to continue with the words, his tongue becoming too thick to stay inside his mouth, his eyes closed too tightly, not to mention the pulsating penis that wouldn't let him forget it. In truth, Ophelia was loving the situation, watching the little boy squirm under her hands, never in all these years had she imagined that it would come to such a scenario with him, but it wasn't as if she was complaining.

“Noona, I-I-I ah...” Bit his lip as both nipples were stimulated, he opened one eye and saw her with an evil smile on her face, and decided to close it again. “I've felt this since I was a teenager, it was too hot when you were around, and I admit I didn't like the idea of you living with my sister, but when I started spending the days here, I realized I would love it, just seeing you dressed like that.” He said it all with immeasurable rapidity, only to choke on a groan at the end.

“What a pervert my baby is.” she said, taking his hands away from his lap, her eyes sparkling at the sight of the desperate bulge; barely caring, she sat on it only to hear the younger man's hiss. “I thought you were more innocent Gyu, where did my boy go?”

“I-I'm here, I just, oh, I just never told you this part, it's too embarrassing.” The more he revealed, the more excited the woman became, she wanted to see how far that little head was capable of going. “I still can't believe this is really happening.” He said very softly, perhaps only to himself.

One hand went slowly up to his immaculate neck, held it sideways, and took advantage of the silence to take a not very light bite there.

“Now do you believe it, baby?” She whispered, before biting him, this time on the lobe.

“Please, please, do it again!” He pleaded, moving his hips beneath her.

Ophelia was amazed, Beomgyu was there totally immersed in it, asking so beautifully, extremely flushed, rubbing himself against her like a virgin, and well, he was. She didn't refuse the request, whispered for him to follow the story, and proceeded to bite and suck the entire length of his neck.

“Every time I would come here and Eun wasn't here, I-I would explode with happiness, because I knew that we would be together, that you would hug me, kiss my cheeks, and I could imagine that we were in love. It's stupid, I know.” He revealed the last part so softly that if it weren't for the closeness, she wouldn't hear; regardless, both hearts were warmed there. “Noona, y-you, um... you don't know how many times I've imagined kissing you, doing anything with you, and that's why I hated Yunho, because he could do anything I wanted to do.”

Soft lips parted the scarred neck and kissed the boy, who moaned at the contact, tongues dancing harmoniously until the last thread of self-control broke. And then they continued the kiss eagerly, all the desire from that day at the party surfaced again, and Beom felt that he couldn't last another five minutes there; that's when he felt Phe's sharp roll over, and broke the kiss in an attempt not to bite her lip to contain the pleasure.

“You look so close baby, so responsive, so beautiful, so fucked. Do you think you can cum like that?” She asked as she intensified the rhythm of her hips on his.

His legs had long been trembling, which was a sign of his orgasm, and it wasn't hard to understand that it would be no problem to cum like this, it was hard to verbalize it between moans and gasps, but like a good Noona, Ophelia understood what her baby had to tell her.

“Noona, I-I, can I please touch you?”

He asked so beautifully that she didn't blink to grant the permission, what surprised the woman the most was to feel the trembling hands grasp her waist, bringing her close in an almost hug. The dull moans in the woman's ear had become constant long before the hug, but now everything seemed more intense, the way he trembled beneath her, the cracked voice, the unsteady hands, perfect.

“I think I'm going to cum, I-I, Noona! Please let me take off my shorts, I won't last.” He said, in desperation, so quickly that the moan was saved for last.

“No, no, no. I want to see my baby come inside your pants. Come on, baby, make a mess for your Noona, okay?” She dictated shortly after, letting tears run down his face in pleasure.

With that permission, Beom had nothing else to do but cum, and well he did; he hugged the woman fully as he tried to close his legs beneath her, feeling extremely sensitive. The jets of cum really made a mess under his clothes, at first glance he only had a wet spot where his still-marked penis rested.

“Are you okay, Gyu?” She asked as she saw him stop his post-orgasm whimpering and then try to get off his lap.

“Stay, please stay.” He spoke softly, sounding vulnerable enough to want to keep her. “I don't know if I can go on, I...”

“No sex for you today my boy, we'll see this virginity another day, we have a lot to talk about today, right?” Completing the ending with a long kiss as he nodded slowly.

Choi BeomGyu was fulfilled, his heart skipping more beats than he could pay attention to, his mind clouded in a mixture of confusion and after-pleasure. In the end, it all felt like when drunk, like when he finished kissing her and couldn't tell what had made him drunk. Well, now he understood, Gyu was still drunk, drunk on love.

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