155 — Noona’s Welcome Present (NSFW)

A/N: There is a gif and an illustration at the end of this chapter.

I removed my jersey and tossed it, quite haphazardly, on the couch.

My mother was behaving differently.

Ever since I returned after the match, it was clear something had changed with her. She wasn't her usual self around me, and while I couldn't exactly pinpoint what made it all stand out, the sudden cold shoulder was not hard to detect.

Not the cold shoulder.

No, that'd be unfair. She didn't actually dislike my presence or anything like that. It was rather subtle. Almost inoffensive, had I not been so perceptive about things.

Even still, I'm sure I wasn't making stuff up in my own head. I knew the woman that raised me and loved to bits better than that.

Before she closed the door behind herself and went back to her room, my mind was working up a thousand possible theories.

Mia was the first one to get back home. She came back carrying two bags of groceries with her. "I'm back!" She announced. Then, upon seeing me, her eyes lit up. "Jae-il! When did you get back!?"

She dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and threw herself at me, hugging me tightly. I lifted her up on the spot. "I've missed you so much!"

Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils, and for a moment, my mind was pulled away from my mother. "I missed you too, Noona." I patted her back gently. "Got back a little while ago."

Mia giggled and cupped my face in her palms. "Oh, look at this face!"

I blinked, confused, as she leaned down and peppered my cheeks and nose with kisses. "Noona!"

She grinned, lips still smacking on each and every patch of exposed skin. "What? I'm kissing you." The cute little smooches turned into a lustful assault on my mouth. The soft hands cupping my face now hung loosely around my neck.

My arms were still around her, the embrace had gotten a lot tighter as she leaned her entire body on me, pushing me against the kitchen counter. One of her thighs slightly lifted to rub up and down between my legs.

Her hands slid down, over my chest, and under my shirt, then past the waistband of my pants before wrapping around my hardening cock. I bucked involuntarily into her touch. She gasped into my mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to bite my bottom lip and give it a playful tug.

"Noona… what are you doing here?" I gritted my teeth—and despite my words, my hands clearly couldn't resist the temptation when it presented itself in the guise of such an exquisite butt; they'd always been my greatest weakness, and unfortunately for me, Mia had an abundance of it.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She retorted with a sultry smile, her grip tightening. "You're back and I'm giving you your welcome home present."

My hips jerked forward again, chasing the friction even as my brain screamed at me to stop. The kitchen counter dug into my lower back, grounding me just enough to keep from losing it completely. "Mia—fuck—Mom's literally upstairs."

"Then be quiet." Mia whispered against my throat, lips brushing the pulse point there before she sucked lightly.

She had me. She knew she had me. I could feel her smirking against my skin as her thumb circled the head of my cock, spreading the dampness that had already seeped through. Damn it all.

One of my hands fisted in the back of her shirt; the other slid down to grip her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh. I could feel the heat radiating off her through the thin fabric of her leggings. She was soaked. I knew it without even checking. The thought alone made my cock twitch in her palm.

"I'm serious." I managed, though my voice came out rough and breathy.

She laughed softly. "We're already here." She squeezed, twisting her wrist on the upstroke in a particular way that made my vision white out for a second. "And you're so hard it's practically obscene. You really gonna tell me to stop now?"

"......"

I didn't have an answer to that.

She knew it too.

With a victorious smirk, she dropped to her knees, pulling my pants down with her in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach. The cool kitchen air did little to soothe the fever in my blood.

Mia looked up at me from under her lashes, her butter-yellow hair falling around her face. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, and my entire body went rigid. "I've been thinking about doing this all day. All week, in fact. Damn Jae-il, what have you done to me? Is it normal that I like sucking your dick so much?"

I had no answer for that.

Then she leaned forward and took me into her mouth. Oh.

My head fell back, hitting the cabinet behind me with a dull thud that I barely registered. Her lips were soft, wet, and impossibly hot as they slid down my length.

One of her hands braced against my thigh for support.

I bit my tongue to keep from making any noise as she began to move, her head bobbing.

Her tongue—Jesus, her fucking tongue—flicked along the underside of my shaft as she took me all the way in until the tip nudged the back of her throat. I tightened my grip on the edge of the counter behind me. My knees almost gave out as she pulled back, swirling her tongue over the slit.

I clenched my teeth hard to keep from moaning. Mia moaned low in the back of her throat, sending another hot buzz of vibration through me. A desperate sound caught in my own as I gripped her hair and pulled, yanking her closer.

Mia gasped, her moan muffled. It wasn't in surprise though. She was used to the rough handling; she liked it.

When her tongue started moving along with her lips, swirling and pressing in all the places that made my spine feel like it was liquefying, I knew there was no turning back. She had a hot, wet furnace for a mouth and all sense of reason burned up before ever making it to the front of my mind.

I lost it completely when one of her hands slipped down from where it gripped my thigh, sliding past the waistband of her own leggings and down into her panties, and it became patently clear that she was using the excuse of getting me off to get herself off.

"Damn..."

"Ughk~♥ ughk~♥ ughk~♥"

The slick, wet sounds of Mia's fingers playing with her own wet, dripping-wet pussy resounded inside the kitchen. Shit. I gulped, my eyes darting around in alarm, feeling as if anyone could burst through the kitchen at that exact moment and see us like this.

Mom was on the second floor. Su Ah wasn't home yet. The counter I was leaning on was high enough to hide Mia from view, but still…

Was I really that crazy to let Mia blow me like this here and now?

Yes. Apparently, I was. Wouldn't even kid myself a this point.

Because Mia did something with her lips and her tongue and my brain just flipped an imaginary finger at all risks involved. I groaned and leaned my head back on the cabinet as I fisted her hair.

"Noona..."

Mia's eyes, brimming with a smug satisfaction, seemed to say 'Don't you fucking hold back' as she looked at me, lips still sucking in earnest.

The urge to thrust up into that warmth was unbearable. My hips had already started rocking in an increasingly brutal pistoning, meeting the soft pulses of her throat, the firm curl and push of her tongue.

That slippery thing continued swivelling all around my shaft.

"Ah… fuck…"

There wasn't a damn thing I could do to slow this. The hand in Mia's hair was as close as I could get to controlling the situation; every moan vibrating down my cock, every swallow rippling around the length.

It felt amazing. Perfect. Inhumanly fucking good. Mia's drool broke apart with each bob and dribbled all over her breasts. Fuck, how did we get to this point so fast? One moment she was putting down her groceries and greeting me with the brightest smile, the next she was down on her knees taking me in her throat and loving every second of it.

Her whimpers intensified, becoming hot, high-pitched sounds. She moved faster. She was no longer fingering herself and trying to be sneaky about it.

A couple of choked noises escaped from the back of Mia's throat as she reached her own climax, instinctively bucking forward to ride her pleasure.

She probably couldn't breathe, either. And the image, the sound of her gurgling wetly on my cock was doing the opposite of turning me off. If anything, I felt myself hurtling to the finish at light-speed.

All that pressure, built-up tension inside me was ready to pop, like the cork on a shaken champagne bottle. I thrust upwards with a muffled grunt.

"Nnngh-!"

Her eyes didn't waver as I felt the last threads of self-control completely shatter, replaced with a different kind of tightness.

White-hot pleasure blasted through me with an intensity that made my knees buckle. Mia slightly backed off, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out as she grabbed the base of my cock and pointed right at it.

If that wasn't the hottest image of a human being I'd ever witnessed, I didn't know what was. I unraveled right in her mouth, gripping the counter behind me hard as my thighs shook.

Cum was flowing freely out of the slit—long ropes of sticky white, clinging to her tongue. She knelt there, in a flushed daze as every single drop I had to offer was deposited squarely on that inviting surface.

I exhaled loudly.

"There... got everything out, didn't you, honey~?"

She scooped the gooey remains dripping over her tongue and plopped them right in her mouth.

And smiled sweetly.

Then she opened her mouth to display the huge creamy mess within, and then closed it before gulping it all down. Her expression was downright nasty.

She took a moment to lick around the insides of her mouth, then stuck her tongue out for a final inspection. "Delicious, thank you~♥"

"....."

Oh boy.