#noona!reader

And so, not a few moments later, you find yourself with your back to his chest, positioned right over his jean-covered cock. He's thick, warm, and fucking solid. And his cock is pressed just right against you; you could feel the seam of his jeans rub against your thin panties under your skirt. Every time the car jostled, making you bounce in his lap, you heard a sharp intake of breath right by your ear.

It turned you on.

Vernon’s hand held your hip tightly, maybe to keep you stable or maybe to have your hips roll deliberately over his cock that swelled to kiss your pretty pussy between two layers of clothes. You were pretty sure it was the latter with the way his mouth hovered right by your ear; you could hear every whimper that escaped his pretty mouth.

The car felt hot, or maybe it was you, the noises from Vernon heating up your body, and making your head spin. You're not even fifteen minutes into the drive! Oh fuck.

You shift your weight - trying to find some relief - the panties you wore were sticking to you like second skin, a steady flow of your arousal seeping a wet spot that had to be getting onto Vernon’s jeans. Your thoughts raced, and Vernon’s fingers dug into your plush hips. “No-Noona,” his voice cracked, low enough for just you to hear how much this was affecting him too. Your clit drags along the seam of his jeans, where his zipper kept him separated from you and your now drenched panties. “Oh f-fuck.”

“Are you guys still good?” Your friend in the driver's seat called out, and you bit your lip, your head turning, making your nose ghost across Vernon’s clenched jaw.

“Are you,” your lips brushed his skin and Vernon’s hips bucked instinctively, “good?”

Vernon gives a curt head, a strained, “mhmm.” Making the noise loud enough for your friends to hear while he started to guide your movements more insistently. His gasps, muffled whimpers, and shaky breaths were so hot. Both of his hands were now on your hips, his eyes hooded as he twitched in his jeans. “Y-you feel s’good, N-noona.” The title had another whine huffing from him, his tongue licking his lips wet as another jostle of the car had you bounce again on his lap.

His pupils were blown, eyelashes fluttering, as he leaned closer to you, holding you tighter as you let him rut up into you. The younger ones were always so desperate. And Vernon was no better, his forehead leaning onto the back of your shoulder. He could feel his cock straining, throbbing with need, leaking precum heavily, and most likely staining his boxers a mess.

And you can't help yourself. "You’re making a mess, huh?” Your whispers make his jaw slack open, cock jerking, stuttering as he dumbly nods his head.

“Uh-huh-“

“Bet you wish you were making a mess on me instead, yeah?” Vernon’s fingers flexed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Oh fuck.

“Yeah- yes, yes, Noona.” His confession is broken with a cracked moan right in your ear that has you soaking your panties. Your heart rate races, and Vernon’s losing his mind. “Feels - mmph- soooo good, Noona. So gooood.”

You two still had about five minutes of the car ride to go, and Vernon’s going to cum in his pants if you had any say in it.

“Aw, so desperate, just rutting up against me, Baby.” Both of Vernon’s arms encircle your waist, his gasps getting higher in pitch as he mouthes the back of your neck, his mind melting from your words. “You can’t even grind properly, then people would see how eager you were, huh?”

Each roll of his hips up would catch your clit just right, and you felt your thighs squeeze his.

“Noona, please.” He hiccuped. The warmth in his stomach made his abs flex, his muscles tightening. “Wanna-“ his lips were spit-covered, his words slurring as he whined so cutely for you. “Wanna cum, N-Noona.”

Three minutes until you were arriving at your destination.

You leaned forward, letting the car help your movements. It was cramped, a tight space, and dirty for what you both were doing. But you didn’t stop, helping Vernon by rocking back into his lap harder.

Because your back was facing his chest, you didn’t get to see Vernon’s jaw slack, his mouth dropping in a silent groan. His eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head when he tilted his face up. He held your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises later. And all you got to hear from him was a sharp inhale, his hips grinding harshly up into you.

Vernon’s cock jerked, throbbing, as his tip streamed his white, hot, sticky cum, filling his boxers and ruining them. You leaned back, turning your head to place soft kisses on his jaw. “Tha's it, breathe, Baby.”

Vernon’s lungs stuttered, and his whole body shivered, his cum making a mess and sticking his boxers to his still twitching cock. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Then the vehicle stopped.

“We’re here!” One of your friends yelled, and you bit your lip, trying and failing from smirking.

“You can thank your Noona privately later, yeah?” You whispered in his ear and made a new wave of shivers run down his spine.

As you got off his lap and out of the car, you caught his fucked out face, his head nodding dumbly, his eyes practically heart-shaped as they followed you. "Yes, Noona."

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The voice in your head tries to comfort you: you’re three years into a solid career that pays the bills. You have a five year plan for the future. You have your life together. You’re fine.

But then, the gate to the backyard creaks, and you don’t even have to look up to know it’s him. You can just feel it. And you’re not fine, because your new self, so carefully crafted, starts to crumble.

He’s exactly like the version of him that still lives in your memories, just sharpened by time. He’s broader in the shoulders. Looking more comfortable in his own skin. With an easier smile and brighter eyes - you can’t help but notice their light dimming, though, once they eventually land on you.

You had three hundred and sixty four days to get over Oh Seungmin, but seeing him across the lawn makes you realise your progress was… very, very thin.

When he passes the bonfire, stopping at a polite distance, the small talk you’d rehearsed for days dies in your throat.

Hi, how have you been? turns into careful updates about work and mutual friends, each sentence slightly stiff due to your shared history that makes the summer air feel extra heavy.

Around midnight, the party has grown louder, empty bottles everywhere. The two of you are just buzzed enough for the old gravity to take hold, pulling you together in the empty dark hallway of the house, until the tension snaps.

The kiss is bittersweet, but desperate, tasting of alcohol and longing. It lasts until your knees weaken, and your mind starts spinning; until your lips get puffy, earning a tint of red. Until your tongues start fighting for dominance, your hands roaming underneath his plain white t-shirt.

“This hasn’t happened before,” he breathes against your mouth, heart thudding a frantic rhythm.

He spins you with a single motion, one arm inviting your back against his frame, making you gasp quietly. The sudden switch in positioning helps you feel exactly what you do to him; how easily you still get under his skin.

“We’ll both regret this tomorrow,” you murmur, though the affection in your voice betrays you.

“I wouldn’t,” he says, voice steady, firmer, yet still soft as his lips graze your ear, letting out a tender moan. “I don’t dream of anyone else, but you.”

His mouth, passionate just the way you remember it, plants a kiss on your shoulder, then makes its way to your neck; the strap of your fitted dress suddenly slipping.

A soft, needy sound crawls from your mouth as you do yet another erotic motion with your hips, ass rubbing against his obvious erection.

“Need you to listen to me, baby,” he whispers; the thudding music almost swallowing his voice. “I’ll do anything… Just, please come back.”

You turn around to meet his eyes - they’re gleaming; not with hope, but with yearning and something close to… fear; fear of what your response might be.

Grabbing onto his shirt, you invite him back in, giving him a long, deep, dizzying kiss. After you detach, devastatingly slow, Seungmin is panting, unable to utter a word.

Until you tell him: “Drop to your knees, first.”

Yes, noona is all he says.

He pulls your underwear down your thighs until the panties are tucked into his back pocket. The second you press your heel against his shoulder, his tongue sticks out, finding your pussy lips, and licking a stripe that has you sighing with your head tilting against the wall.

“Fuck,” Seungmin breathes in delight. Immediately, he leans back in to flatten his tongue and lick again, then again, parting your slick folds. The familiar taste has him humming into your heat; your natural scent, making his cock throb in desire. “I missed it so much… your sweet pussy.”

He tugs at your clit with his lips, sucking slow and tight. In response, you twitch against his mouth, your body welcoming the sweet rush as you thread fingers through the depths of his dark hair, refusing to let him drift out of reach.

“And I missed your eyes,” you confess, tugging at a few strands to tilt him back, just enough to see his gaze better; he looks dazed, like he’s getting wasted on your taste. “You know how much I love your eyes… right?”

Seungmin’s hands travel up your hips, steadying you both. A small hum slips from his mouth - less of a response and more of an indicator of pure relief.

He can’t seem to break away from the magnetic pull of your stare. So, instead of looking away, he holds onto it, letting you roll your hips the way you like, using his tongue to strengthen your pleasure.

“And this mouth,” you add, breathless, dragging your slick pussy over his face erotically. The warmth pools inside you with every next grind of your body against him. “You love it when it’s on me, don’t you?”

“Mm—noona… so much.”

Soon, you bite your lip, strong and harsh, trying to contain your sounds as they inevitably rise higher. But it’s impossible when his face feels this good. When his nose only adds to the sensation every time it brushes your clit ever so softly.

Your hips can’t help but quicken their rhythm, humping him, like they have a mind of their own.

Once Seungmin finally shifts, it’s to bring you even closer. “Almost forgot how wet you get for me,” he comments, voice muffled by your folds.

Wanting to continue where he left off, he presses himself into your cunt properly, flicking his tongue left to right. He moans blissfully, as if he’s the one receiving the pleasure.

The new angle, the nearness, the way his lips are glued to you, occasionally sucking softly, the heat. It all makes your moans multiply and shake.

“Just like that,” you somehow manage, your chest rapidly heaving. “So good, baby!”

Seungmin’s eyes briefly flick to you as he decides it’s a good time to push two fingers inside you. His name echoes beautifully in the dark hallway, a streak of gold illuminating his silhouette as he now moves his hand up and down, his excellently curved digits stroking your throbbing walls.

That… combined with the efficient way he focuses on your clit, magnifies the swirling heat in your stomach. Next thing you know - you lose control over your entire body, hand slamming over your mouth.

The orgasm is staggering; with Seungmin’s gaze trying to get glimpses of you as he pumps in and out of your entrance, his heavy pants fanning your clit till you can’t take any more of the stimulation.

Slowly, you bring your foot down, barely capable of holding yourself up. But after some seconds pass, all you can focus on is him - how much you missed him.

How he searches for your eyes, so lovingly, while still on his knees. How the shiny slickness around his mouth and the thin sheen of sweat on the side of his neck make him look even more attractive.

More yours.

“Good boy,” you smile, tracing the sharp jawline of his face with your finger.

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He suddenly reached for your hand on your lap, "I want you to treat me as a man," he told you, clasped his hand together with yours.

His sharp eyes fixated on you, "To be honest, Noona, I never looked at you less than a woman, you are so beautiful and carry yourself so well, and I find that really, really attractive,"

Was it the silence that hung in the air, or did his voice just go lower by the seconds? You became afraid he might hear the way your heart was beating out of control right now.

"I like how your cheeks redden either due to the heat or the cold, the way you rub the back of your neck when you're nervous and how you would squeeze my arm whenever you see something that caught your interest," he said without stuttering as if those words had been there and he picked this moment to pour it all out.

He leaned in forward, now gently holding your hand by your wrist, "I want to make your heart pound when I am this close to you," he said to you.

You swallowed by the proximity, your throat suddenly got all dry, "But I'm-"

Beomgyu leaned in closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath and the tip of his nose grazing your cheek,

"and yes, I know that you're older than me," his lips faintly brushing over yours when he spoke,

"so don't use age gap as an excuse," he said to you before pressing his lips onto yours.

You closed your eyes as he kissed you slowly, one hand holding you by your neck to angle your head to deepen the kiss.

'Gyu had been dreaming of how he would kiss you, but all that was thrown aside the second he realized it wasn't made it up in his head anymore, it was truly happening.

He pulled away slowly, then all at once.

You sat there still with your eyes closed, relishing the moment that when you opened your eyes, you were startled to find him staring at you.

"So, can you start treating me like a man now?" He asked you.

You weren't aware that his hand was still on your neck until he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, you felt the cold of the metal of the rings on his finger. You nodded, "yes," you breathlessly replied.

He leaned forward, closing into the side of your face, you heard him inhaling so close to your ear, sending a shudder down your spine.

"I have to make sure that you will not do that again," he whispered.

He pressed a wet, tender kiss on the skin behind your ear.

Your eyes fluttered shut, surprised that he could easily find your sensitive spot like that.

His hand moved down the side of your body then down to your lap, where he rested his hand on your knee.

He pressed another lingering kiss on your neck as he slipped his hand under your skirt, rubbing the inside of your thigh.

You jolted on your seat at the bold move that your hand went to put a halt on him, "Beomgyu, I-" "Let me prove it to you, Noona," he said with a rather soft tone, contrary to his piercing gaze at you.

You knew exactly this was a bad, bad idea. Yet somewhere in the back of your head, no matter how much you try to resist, you always submit to his wishes.

You retracted your hand from him, and he gave you a small smile in victory.

His hand glided down your thigh, closer to where you ached for him. Somehow you felt a sudden embarrassment knowing that you felt so aroused, and it was all because of him.

Beomgyu's eyes followed to where his hand disappeared under your skirt, he couldn't contain his exhilaration as his hand finally landed on your clothed mound.

You watched as his mouth slacked open, the way he heavily breathed through his mouth.

He didn't waste time slipping his fingers underneath the flimsy fabric of your underwear.

Your hand gripped his shoulder in the anticipation of what was coming next.

Beomgyu ran a finger down your slit a few times enough to make you drenched; he pressed his thumb on your clit before finally gently circling your bundle of nerves.

You bit your lower lip, and the fact that he knew his way around your sex made you feel more stimulated.

He began inserting one finger inside you, he moaned at how warm you felt around his finger.

He looked at your relaxed face, "I guess one finger is not enough for you, Noona," he said to you as he withdrew his finger out from you then added another finger.

You gasped at the delightful stretch it gave inside you, squirming on the seat.

He steadily pumped his fingers in and out of you, intently listening to every noise you made, and you decided not to hold yourself back and let him hear how he made you feel from the pleasures he brought to you.

You arched your back, shamelessly grinding on his fingers, and he was more than eager to quicken the pace.

Beomgyu curled his finger inside, eventually finding his way to your g- spot, your toes to curl at the intensified pleasure. He pumped into you a few more time and you finally came on his fingers.

Your head tipped back, reclining on the headrest of the sofa. You let out heavy pants as the pleasure slowly dissipate. 'Gyu placed a kiss on your cheek,

"Noona, I want you to remember this now," he said with his fingers still inside you.

You winced at how sensitive you were at the slightest of his touch on you.

"That I made you cum with my fingers," he said to you as his foxy eyes stared at you.

He then slowly pulled his fingers out of you, letting you feel that slow drag of his fingers against your wall.

You watched as his fingers coated with your arousal, then without a beat, shoved them into his mouth and his lips closed in around his fingers.

Your cheeks went red at the lewd scene unfolding before your eyes. He let out breathy sigh once his fingers were out of his mouth, swollen and wet with his saliva.

His eyes shifted to you, "I never thought you would taste this sweet, Noona," he said with that sweet smile of his that you couldn't find another word to describe it into but cute.

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Taehyung had confided in his friends. He found out that some of them had already gone through something similar — and they reassured him it was something he would get used to and be able to tame with time. Others told him they never even had a problem with that; and even if they got hard in public, it didn’t show. At that type of response, Taehyung glanced down and felt a little better about his ‘problem’. Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to have something that heavy between his legs.

What was the worst thing about it all, besides the constant anxiety he'd humiliate himself in public somehow, was that he wasn’t interested in any of the people around him. Taehyung was popular, and he knew this — he had many girls and boys who wanted him. He was the class valedictorian and captain of the swim team.

Additionally, the boy was too charming and good-looking for his own good. It was unfair, really. People either wanted him, or wanted to be him. The school photographer had even gone so far as to say that Taehyung was the easiest to photograph, because he looked good from every angle (if you know, you know).

All of this praise was heard by Taehyung, but it never went to his head. He knew he was just a kid, like everyone else. Sure, he had great prospects for college and even a free ride lined up — if he played his cards right — but he knew that was all due to hard work; feats that anyone could achieve if they set their mind to it. Conceited wasn’t in his vocabulary; his parents had raised him better than that.

Taehyung always strived to put his best foot forward, so when he was late to a final exam, it just didn’t sit right with him. He did his best to focus on the test on his desk. Hell, it wasn’t even like the questions were difficult — I could pass this with my eyes closed. What really lit a fire in his veins was how his mind kept drifting to the same thing; how he constantly had to reel in his thoughts to answer the stupid questions in front of him.

He scribbled in a few more answer bubbles before setting his pencil down and staring out the window, tapping his foot. Analyzing the overcast sky outside, Taehyung came to a decision.

Nodding his head, he returned to his exam — this time in earnest. Why should he have to suffer at your hands? This was his life — his future — he couldn’t just fuck it up because he couldn’t keep his dick thoughts in check. With a final nod to himself, Taehyung decided, yeah... You, you are evil.

Yes, you. You were aware of this exam — how important it was for Taehyung. You had known all about how he was about his grades and his attendance; how pristine he kept his appearance and reputation. You knew all of this, yet you still chose to tease him.

Really, he made it so easy to tease him, in your mind at least. He was innocent... so obviously new to all things intimate, and he had this sweetness to him that was just so endearing.

Other boys his age were learning about their bodies, just like him, but most of them were only seeking release. Taehyung though, it seemed like the thought never even occurred to him. He just... was confused — and wanted to do what he could to continue placing first in his class and captain his swim team, without distraction. With how pure and... uncorrupted he appeared, he caught your eye — and kept it.

Once you had set your sights on Taehyung, he was — for the first time —completely caught off guard. He had gotten used to the advances of the people in his class and those under him, but he had never been approached by someone older than him. Sure, you were only a grade above him, but it felt like forbidden territory to Taehyung.

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It started during an end-of-the-summer event. It was sort of like a track and field event, but it had more of a ‘field day’ relaxed vibe to it. Teachers and coaches were there, and beer and soju were being sold at the vendor’s tents — for parents and teachers who wanted a little buzz to lessen the boredom of watching kids fumble around all day — so it was quite loose in terms of rules.

Taehyung, in his blue jacket representing the school, a sign with his name on it, and grey sweatpants, was jogging over to his teammates after completing a short distance race — a race he had finished first in — when he first noticed you.

You were competing in the pole vaulting event. A master at all things athletic since childhood, it was nothing to you. You simply ran, placed the pole at the right angle, used its momentum to propel you into the air, and cleared the placed bar — all with calculated ease. You'd done it hundreds of times before. You no longer had to think about it; it had simply become muscle memory. Landing on the soft mat beneath provided a familiar warmth, similar to how you felt when hearing the shocked cheer from onlookers. How used to failure they must be, you always thought. To sound so impressed from something simple as that.

As you removed yourself from the cushy landing pad, your eyes scanned the crowd. Your school was pretty big. But, you had to admit, the turnout of this year’s field day was larger than you expected. You gave high fives to your teammates as you made your way to the water bottles on the nearest bench to you.

Reaching the bench, you noticed all of the water bottles had been taken. Looked like you would have to journey elsewhere to quench your thirst. Thankfully, you had time. Your next appearance wasn’t until the archery event, so you had a little while to relax. And search for a drink apparently.

You were just about to wander in the direction of your vaulting teammates, when a water bottle appeared in front of your face.

“The closest vendor is halfway across the field,” a deep voice said, effectively making your eyes travel from the bottle to the large hand holding it and up his slender, well-sculpted arm to his... alarmingly good looking face. Is he wearing make up? Or maybe his parents are loaded and paid for plastic surgery at a young age...? He looked like such a doll — with his sharp jawline, lips that curved into natural pout, a cute nose with... is that a mole on the tip? Perfectly angled eyebrows framing eyes that were— does he have one double lid and one mono lid? Is that natural, or a fashion statement? His hair looked soft too, chestnut locks peeking out over his hairband — it took everything in you to not just run your fingers through it. Who was this kid? And how had you never met him?

At your silence, the beautiful boy continued warily. “I understand if you don’t want to share. I just thought I’d offer.” His hand holding the water bottle lowered slightly as he looked at it, unsure. He supposed... maybe it was weird to offer a girl he’d never met a water bottle, seemingly out of the blue. But, he had just watched your performance — and to say he was impressed was an understatement. He was fairly certain if he tried pole vaulting he would just end up on the ground, with more than just his pride broken. But you had executed it with such grace, Taehyung found himself mesmerized.

Of course he saw you were looking for a drink. After such an athletic display, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You moved like a piece of art, and he was drawn to you. Taehyung’s next event wasn’t until later; he had time.

Just as he was accepting defeat, you reached out to grasp the bottle. “A drink would be nice, thank you.”

Taehyung watched as you gave him a smile and downed half of the beverage before returning it to him with a satisfied sigh. He was too hung up on the feeling of your fingers brushing his to process much else.

When he realized he could take a sip and his lips would be touching the same thing yours did, something stirred in him. Something he was hoping to keep silent while at his school’s public event.

Covering his lapse up with a cough, Taehyung said it was no problem and turned to attempt to focus on the current events taking place in the field. What a lie. Taehyung spared a nervous glance down. He knew that it wouldn’t stay inconspicuous for long, no matter how he adjusted himself. Fucking grey sweatpants. He prayed that his thoughts would settle down and he could carry out his events incident free. All he needed was to make it through the next one. And then he could go home. And give himself the release he needed so badly.

Luck seemed to be toying with Taehyung that day, though. He had finally calmed himself down and steeled himself for his next appearance. He had his bow ready, eyeing the limited amount of arrows that awaited him at his position. It was time for his last event of the day, and his friends were cheering him on, giving him that extra bit of confidence. Walking out onto the field, Taehyung threw a look at his best friend and said with a wink, “Let's get it,” delighted to see the thumbs up returned from his friend.

Taehyung’s self-assured expression dropped the moment he looked to his left, only to see you, bow and arrow ready.

His head whipped back to the right (he may have felt his neck crack) just to mouth, “Oh fuck,” to his friends, before returning to face you with a cheerful grin — one he hoped had the ‘happy to see you’ vibe, but not the ‘too happy to see you’ vibe. It was a delicate balance between the two. And right then, Taehyung was feeling off-kilter.

“You’re in the archery event as well,” he started, giving you a small bow. “I didn’t get your name earlier. I’m Kim Taehyung.” I sound like a fucking robot.

He heard his friends snickering from where they were watching on the sidelines. They hadn’t missed how he had been ogling you all day, and they hadn’t missed Taehyung’s little 'problem' earlier either. Taehyung fought the urge to turn around and glare at them, opting to continue smiling at you instead. Was he smiling too much? Which side of the fine line between friendly and creepy was he currently on in your mind? Oh god, she probably thinks I'm crazy. The smile faltered on his face. Fuck. Why can't I just be normal around her?

With a smile like his, you almost forgot to reply. “Oh, I’m Y/N! Archery is actually my main event.”

You weren’t sure why you told him that, as it meant you needed to perform especially well now. You shouldn’t have been worried anyway — archery was your strength; it wasn’t a bluff. It’s just that... Well, if you did particularly bad, he’d think you were a liar. Which, normally you wouldn’t care about. It wasn’t like you paid much attention to other’s opinions of you.

For whatever reason, you didn’t want this particular person to have a bad view of you. You wanted to see that cute little boxy grin more. You were just starting to wonder how you hadn’t noticed him around school before, when he spoke again — in that velvety voice that was quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds.

“Oh, it’s not pole vaulting?” Taehyung knew he fucked up the moment the words left his mouth and was mentally cursing himself as soon as he saw your eyes narrow slightly, eyebrow piqued in curiosity. Still, Taehyung kept a nonchalant look on his face, as if he wasn’t screaming on the inside.

“So you watched that event?” The gears were starting to turn in your head. Deciding to probe him a little, you asked a question. “Did one of your friends compete?”

Under your scrutiny, Taehyung felt his face heating up. He rubbed his neck as he answered. “Um, no... I just, was in the area and ended up watching.”

You pursed your lips in thought, not missing the way his eyes followed the movement. “Why did you think it was my main event?”

“Because you looked like a pro at it,” came his automatic answer. He wasn’t even going to fight it — Taehyung knew his secret was compromised already. He always was bad at hiding his feelings.

The air between you two was shifting — more and more — as you put the pieces together and realized you had the upper hand. Here you thought you were crushing on the boy first, when in reality — he was already watching you. He’d watched you take first place in the event, appeared out of thin air (seemingly) with a water bottle when you needed it most, and now, here he was again — standing by your side and looking increasingly flustered as your conversation went on. Or, well, maybe it was more like an interrogation on your part, but you couldn’t help it. His responses were so honest and so... cute.

The information you had gotten from just that small interaction was more than enough to put a smile on your face, so you chose to back off with the questions... for the time being. The event was about to officially start anyway.

With a slight tilt of your head, you let out a happy hum. “Hm, well, allow me to show you what a pro archer looks like too~” You grinned at Taehyung, readying your bow once again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the boy visibly relax — relieved you didn’t press further with your questions no doubt. Huh, I'm going to have fun with this one.

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“Please noona...” he whined quietly, his voice breaking as he fought to keep himself from rubbing against you, against anything.

“Please what? ... Hmm? I don't know what you want unless you tell me... V,” you drawled with a slight smirk, letting your eyes travel down his body, eyes landing on the obvious bulge tenting his red basketball shorts.

You were tempted to close the gap between you two and grind against it, feeling his warm hardness pressing against you, pulsing with every beat of his heart.

But, that wasn't how this game worked.

Taehyung looked down shyly at the nickname, a small smile on his lips. You had jokingly given it to him after you’d taken his virginity, his V card. And he coincidentally revealed V was actually one of his many nicknames — used mostly only by his inner circle.

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Now, whenever one of them called him that — because of you — all he could picture was you on top of him, watching his hard, throbbing cock slowly disappear into you inch by inch, as you lowered yourself onto him, painstakingly slow and controlled. Your wet, tight heat was the best thing he’d ever experienced. And he wanted— no, needed, more. Always more.

These thoughts didn't bode well around his friends. How the fuck would he explain a stiffy, when one of them was just trying to get his attention and talk to him? He really needed to get his hormones under control.

There were ways to combat it right? To fight your primal needs? It’s almost like he was fighting a war of hormone. (this is Jin's fault)

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Just last week, while they were at after-school track practice, they were doing stretches to warm up.

Taehyung wasn't the most flexible person, to say the least.

So, Jimin, being the kindest soulmate he was, took it upon himself to help Taehyung out. By the means of sitting behind Taehyung, pressed up against him, holding on to his hands, and pushing forward — so Taehyung could be closer to reaching his toes and stretching the muscles that so badly needed it. All of that was fine and normal.

However, Jimin chose this time to talk as well. “Yah, V...” he whispered into Taehyung's ear, causing Taehyung to involuntarily shiver against Jimin's body.

Taehyung could merely grunt in response as Jimin pushed his torso further forward.

“You know...” Jimin continued.

Taehyung did not like the tone of his voice. It was the one that told him Jimin was up to something, or he had something sly on his mind.

“You should really take this seriously, stretching and becoming more flexible I mean.”

Although in pain, as they practiced back and forth, trying to reach further with every stretch, Taehyung raised an eyebrow in question. “You don’t think I’m taking this seriously?”

Not that Taehyung could see it, but he could hear and feel the small exhale of breath signaling a laugh from his soulmate. “No,” Jimin giggled. “I didn’t mean about track,” he clarified.

Taehyung was confused. “Then what did you— agh! You’re going to break my spine—" He winced at the new pressure.

Jimin immediately backed off, but remained seated behind Taehyung, one hand rubbing his arm and the other his back.

Taehyung continued, more comfortable. “Then what did you mean?”

Jimin smirked, pleased at Taehyung finally taking the bait. “Oh V...” he started—

— Bringing Taehyung’s mind back to you. He had just gotten past it too, damnit.

“Don’t ever stop being your sweet, innocent self,” Jimin cooed, rubbing Taehyung’s back gently.

Pretty much offended, Taehyung turned to look at Jimin, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed, pout prominent as fuck. “Just tell me, you undercooked rice cake.”

Jimin thrived off of the insult, satisfied he got Taehyung all worked up so easily. “I meant,” Jimin started, an infuriating roll of his eyes — he knew exactly what he was doing and loved every moment of it, “flexibility can come in handy, outside of track, that’s all,” he finished nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders.

Taehyung was fed up by then. Signature blank intimidating look blanketing his face. All efforts to actually stretch were forgotten. “Oh?” He feigned interest. “Give me an example.” Taehyung knew what Jimin was doing. He also knew playing along was the best way to keep Jimin from thinking his 'sweet, innocent' Taehyung was secretly not so innocent anymore.

A shit-eating grin adorned Jimin's features. “What kind of example? There’s many to choose from.”

“Jimin I swear—“ Taehyung stopped to collect himself, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He tried again. “Jimin, will you please just tell me what you’re getting at? We have to start soon.”

The grin on Jimin's face brightened, if even possible, at the word ‘please’. “Okay I’ll tell you.”

Taehyung sighed, slumping forward in relaxation.

Jimin leaned forward as well, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's torso, moving his lips to his ear. Speaking lowly so no one else could hear, “I’ll bestow this wisdom upon you—“

Taehyung jerked and went to pull away, nonplussed, but Jimin pulled him back. “It may be a small thing,” he continued into Taehyung's ear, the boy listening avidly, albeit a bit disgruntled at the moment. What ridiculous shit's about to come out of his mouth?

“But, being flexible opens up so many doors in bed. Especially if you’re both flexible—“

Taehyung's eyebrows had disappeared into his bangs. He knew this was what Jimin was hinting at, but he didn't think his friend would actually go there. And so bluntly, too. Images flooded Taehyung's mind — of bending you over a desk, of pushing you on your back with your legs folded against your chest, of you bending in every which way he needed, screaming and moaning his name. Were you flexible? What would you sound like pushed to your limits? What would you look like? He needed to know.

A hand waved in front of Taehyung's face.

“Helloo? Still with me?” came Jimin's voice, and Taehyung turned to see his friend’s concerned face staring at him.

He blinked, trying to clear his mind. “Uh. yeah... yes!” Taehyung attempted to supply enthusiastically. “I get what you’re saying.” After he paused in thought. “I’d like to try more positions," he added, trying for the most innocent, inquisitive tone he could muster.

Jimin, who had been drinking from his water bottle during the free time he had whilst Taehyung formulated a response, choked on a sip and began coughing, holding his chest.

Eyes wide, Taehyung went into protect-mode for his soulmate. “Are you okay? What can I do?” Concern heavy in his face, hands itching to help, but unsure what to do.

Jimin continued coughing, but responded through them. “Just— swallowed down the — wrong tube — I’ll be fine,“ he wheezed, waving a hand as he tried to contain his coughing. After a few moments and a proper sip of his water, Jimin began to recover. He cleared his throat and leaned back on his hands, breathing becoming steady once again. “Did you have any... positions in mind?” He threw the line out there hoping to bait Taehyung again. Not even a near-death choking experience could put a dent in his mischievous nature.

Legs stretched out, torso leaned forward, hands flat on the floor between his legs, Taehyung was looking down. He tried to just look at the practice floor below him. But all he could see was you beneath him, his hands gripping your hips until his fingers left bruises. Agh. Fuck you for plaguing his mind with thoughts of only you. Why should my mind even be on her? He shook his head and fluffed out his hair in frustration. Who am I kidding?

First of all, looking down — he saw his hands on nothing but cold, black, scuffed flooring, his long legs dressed in sweats at either side, and, if he moved his eyes closer to himself, an embarrassing bulge threatening to become obvious if he couldn’t calm down. Wearing sweatpants was a bad idea. That's it, I'm throwing away all my sweatpants. Wearing boxers was a worse idea. Only briefs from now on, even if they're less comfortable.

Second of all, would you even have let him put you in the positions he had in mind? Not likely...

Third — and most important! —Maybe not the most urgent, but went in the important quadrant: Would you even want to sleep with him again?

Was it a one-and-done thing?

You got the urge out of you, right? Or... maybe you liked taking virginities? He was so so unsure.

Another hand in the face.

This time, Jimin had taken it upon himself to move from behind Taehyung and relocate in front of him, adopting the same position as Taehyung, however having one leg bent and the other enveloping Taehyung’s.

Taehyung looked up, jolted back to the real world. Jimin had an eyebrow raised, lips pursed. “Taehyung-ah, are you okay?”

The sincerity made Taehyung’s heart drop. He put on his best fake smile. “Mhm, I'm fine Jimin-ah~ I’ve been so spacey today... I didn’t get much sleep last night. But I’m okay.”

Jimin eyed him warily. “...Fine, but I still want you to answer my question before practice starts.”

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. Damn. And he thought he had gotten away with it. “O-okay” he responded, rubbing his neck. Disguising his discomfort as him massaging a knot out of it, he asked, “What did you ask again?”

Jimin knew better. This was his best friend and soulmate, after all. He knew all of his body language cues, all the meanings behind his changes in tone, the words he would say, the looks he would give. And he knew Taehyung knew all of this too. Because, likewise, Taehyung knew all of Jimin's cues. So, in this case — Taehyung knew Jimin knew something was up. But Jimin could tell Taehyung didn’t want to address it yet. So, Jimin let this 'skirting around the real truth' happen.

A delicate balance of understanding and allowing your mate to go through the motions and be there for them, letting them learn things on their own, and not letting them get into things that are beyond the scope of what needs to be experienced in life.

Anyway.

One side of Jimin's mouth lifted in a teasing smirk. “I asked...” he started, whilst stretching his arms, to make it look like the two of them were still getting ready and not gossiping. “If you had any positions in mind,” he finished, cracking his neck while staring Taehyung in the eye.

Taehyung recognized the dangerous glint in his soulmate’s gaze. And he wanted to add fire to it. He had seen the switch in Jimin moments before — a silent agreement to keep things light, for the time being. So, Taehyung took his hands and laced his fingers together, stretching them above his head, behind his back, and finally forward — reaching to touch Jimin's chest. “I thought maybe you could recommend some, given your expertise,” Taehyung remarked as if he didn’t care, despite having both of his hands held by Jimin's tiny soft ones at that point.

Almost speechless with joy, Jimin gripped Taehyung’s hands tightly. “I’ll show you,” was all he said, smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

Taehyung laughed at the cuteness of his friend, too tired to press further as practice was about to begin — but he gave his soulmate’s hands another squeeze and whispered into his ear before getting up. “So show me.”

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“P-please... touch me,” Taehyung whimpered softly, almost falling apart. He was so hard, he could feel his heartbeat coursing through his cock, as if it had its own. And it was only lunch period. He couldn't make it through the rest of the day like this.

You moved closer, reveling in the solitude you two had found on the roof of the school. It was surprising others didn't use this during lunchtime. Well, you’d heard there was a system — the rooftop wasn't for just anybody... Apparently that rumor wasn't all talk.

However, you had always been that floater — able to get in with any crowd, no strings attached on your end. You made connections wherever you wanted them.

You palmed Taehyung's cock through his shorts and ate up the high-pitched whimper that delved into a deep moan coming from the boy before you. “Y/N...” he almost groaned, the sensation of his dick in your hands as you stroked up and down at a relaxed pace becoming almost too much.

With a sly smile on your face, you dropped down on your knees and continued stroking him, finally pulling him from the confines of his clothes. You savored the hiss that came from him as his cock met the cool air. Coquettish eyes gazed up at a breathless Taehyung from beneath your lashes as you began to slowly lick from the base of his balls all the way up to his head, where you teased the tip before gently sucking on it, tongue flicking over the slit.

“Fuck...!” You could feel him tense under you, and you took his cock into your mouth gently, providing that soft heat you knew he craved.

Taehyung pushed you off of him after a few bobs. Wiping the excess spit from your mouth, you looked to him for an explanation. But the only explanation you needed was his fucked-out face and blown pupils.

“Noona.” His eyes were pleading. “I need to be inside of you.”

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You gave his tip a tantalizing little kiss before you wiped your mouth and got back on your feet, not missing the stunted whimper he tried to hold back as you did.

“Here?” You lifted an eyebrow, scanning your surroundings. Sure, you were on a rooftop alone, but what about all of the other buildings nearby? So many of them were taller, anyone looking could've seen you.

Taehyung’s eyes follow yours, and he hurriedly stuffed himself inside of his briefs and pulled up his shorts. “M-maybe not here but... “ he looked around, racking his brain for any place that would've been deemed safe.

You stepped forward, hindering the boy’s thoughts and making him step back nervously. “But what?”

Your voice was soft. You were playing coy.

He knew you were doing it on purpose. And he knew it was working on him. He was incredibly frustrated. Taehyung's brow furrowed as he looked down at you — at least he had an advantage in height.

“But...” Taehyung stared at you for a few seconds before looking away, biting his lip. His hands snaked around your waist and gently pulled your hips to his. You gasped at the feeling of him pressed up against you, but tried to keep it quiet — this was your game after all.

Still gripping your hips flush to his, he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I know a place we can go.”

Intrigued, “And where’s that, V?” you asked sweetly, rolling your hips into his, eliciting a lewd moan from him.

His hold on you tightened, stopping you from being able to move at all. You pulled away in question, only to be met with a darkness in his gaze. He didn't seem to be playing around anymore.

“V...?” Your voice was tentative, not having seen that look in his eyes before.

Taehyung said nothing and instead guided you backwards, hands on your hips in a bruising grasp.

“What ar—“ Your breath left you in a gasp as your back met a cement wall. Taehyung released one hand to grip the back of your neck and pull you together into a feverishly delicious kiss.

His other hand traveled its way up your body as you both kissed, messy and breathless, sliding up to grip your face in an endearingly strong yet soft way, the hand on your neck also sliding forward in a warm caress, until he had your face between his hands, his hips grinding into you, his need for you clearly communicated.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him closer, if possible. Your knees began to feel like jelly, but you were determined not to show how affected you are — so you stood your ground and ground your hips into Taehyung's as well, indulging in the low moan that left his mouth, and taking it all in with your own. He sounded so sinful when he was lost in the moment.

He broke away only when he needed to breathe, a line of spit connecting the two of you while you both panted for air. You felt small under Taehyung’s intense gaze, but then he broke into a smile and dipped to kiss your cheek.

“We can go to the locker rooms,” came his breathless response to your question.

You stilled.

“Wait— What? The... The locker rooms. Are you serious?” You wrinkled your nose. “That’s the best you could come up—“

Taehyung kissed you quiet, pulling back to smile at you fondly. “It sounds worse than it is,” he supplied, as if that would solve everything.

Unconvinced, you squinted up at him and give him a quick peck on the lips for good measure. “Go on...” You noticed his eyes held no trace of that dark demeanor from before. Did I just imagine it?

As Taehyung thought about it, the smirk you loved and hated appeared on his face. “Well... it’s not as dirty as you think." He shifted his eyes from the sky back to you, trying to nail in the sincerity. “And I know when people will be in there versus when it’s empty. And right now—“ He paused to pull his phone out of his pocket. "—there’s no reason for anyone to be there.” He slipped his phone away and looked at you, a slight smile on his face. “And we have about 15 minutes until lunch break is over.”

You had a tiny internal battle at this. Boys locker room — gross. Could get caught — not fun. But. You had a Kim Taehyung in front of you, hard and more than eager — just for you. And you couldn't deny how your underwear was becoming soaked through. The pros outweighed the cons, clearly.

Taehyung tilted his head at your silence, a crease forming between his brows. “... If you don’t want to noona, you can tell—“

You cut him off with a swift kiss, pulling back just as quickly. “No I—,” you took a breath, looking anywhere but him. “—I think we should go for it."

Taehyung stared down at you. Oh... maybe I didn't imagine it? What's this? You barely suppressed a shiver. Taehyung was looking at you like he could eat you alive. He released his grip on your waist, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Oh, fuck...” he groaned while looking away, holding his hands to his head. He stepped away from you. Pulling his hands from his face, Taehyung peered at you. Once again, the darkness in his gaze had vanished without a trace, his entire demeanor shifting back to the Taehyung you were used to. What's this... other side?

“Noona.”

You almost forgot to reply, drinking in his presence before you. You were ready to devour him yourself.

“Y-yes?”

Taehyung appeared conflicted. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, almost like he was steeling himself for something, before reopening them and fixing you with a predatory gaze.

"Yeah, it's cold to stay out, don't you think?" you answered as you looked out to the snowed pavements.

'Gyu knew you would always say yes to him. You always bought him food, pinched his cheeks whenever he did something you found cute, you occasionally hugged him and kissed him on the cheek a few times without any hesitancy.

He's like a younger brother you never had.

Beomgyu went along with it if that means he gets to hang out with you without feeling awkward, just like today, he took you for a coffee, and you said yes right away because to you, it was just a casual meet-up and not much.

"Maybe we can order some pizza later," you said to him as you entered the elevator to get to your apartment floor, "what do you think?"

The question seemed to snap him out of his reverie, "yes," was all he could manage to say.

'Gyu longing for the day you would treat him like you would treat his older hyungs, he wanted you to feel that tension you get whenever you're so close to each other, and on top of that, he wanted you to see him as a man.

"You're in luck. I cleaned the apartment this morning," you told him, letting the door wide open to let him enter.

He took off his shoes and put on the slippers, he felt a tingle inside when he saw your shoes and his were next to each other on the threshold.

You took off your coat and tossed it along with your purse on your bed,

"you want something?"

You asked him as you got out of the bedroom.

He was taking off his coat and folded it, placing it on the armrest of the sofa. He looked at you rather blank-eyed.

"I have some fruits. Let's eat that! We have to make room for pizza later," you suggested, walking in the direction of the kitchen.

You took out some apples and a pack of strawberries from the fridge, brought them to the kitchen counter to start peeling them.

Beomgyu approached you, "Let me help you," he offered, rolling the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.

You glanced at his toned, veiny hands with slender fingers adorned with metal rings,"You've been working out a lot, huh?" You asked him.

He shyly laughed, "I think of starting to impress you with my body," Your mouth hung open at his unexpected reply, "oh," you gasped, but your hand naturally reached for his cheek and pinched him, "so cheeky!" you told him.

There she goes again, he muttered under his breath.

He went on to wash the strawberries under the running water.

You came up behind him as you were done peeling and slicing the apples.

"Hey 'Gyu don't mind everything I say and dry the strawberries quickly with the paper towel," you instructed.

He nodded, his focus was centered on your hand rested on the small of his back.

"I have a bottle of wine that would…" you words trailed off, "Oh wait, you-"

"Yes, I am legal enough to drink, Noona," he quickly remarked.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, "I was about to ask you if you like wine," you told him.

You pulled out two wine glasses from the cabinet and brought them to the table in the living room while Beomgyu brought the tray with plates of sliced fruits on it and set it down the table, then sat next to you on the sofa.

This was probably the first time you remembered that 'Gyu could legally drink your memory wasn't the sharpest, to you he has always been the adorable Beomgyu you had known for ages.

You popped open the cork of the wine, you felt relaxed as the aphrodisiac scent of wine wafted around you. You poured wine into both glasses and handed one to Beomgyu.

"Cheers," you said to him as you clanged your glass with him.

Beomgyu took a small sip then set his glass down on the table, yes he is legal to drink, but he needs some more time to figure out his tolerance for alcohol.

He took a piece of strawberry and shoved it into his mouth, you watched as he chewed on it.

"So cute," you exclaimed.

He raised one eyebrow, "what cute?"

"The way you eat," you replied.

'Gyu wiped his mouth with a napkin, "you should stop calling everything I do cute, it's annoying,"

You chuckled, "I just can't help it sometimes," you admitted.

"And stop pinching my cheeks," he complained, picking a strawberry off the plate, "stop feeding me food like I'm a kid," he added, then brought the strawberry to your mouth, "says AAAA," he ordered.

And you unconsciously complied, opening your mouth for him. He put the strawberry in your mouth, and you closed your mouth around it.

Soobin offered you new bottled water he had just opened for you

"Thank you," you muttered and took a gulp. "It's your first time at the club, but why aren't you the one having fun?" Taehyun sneered, gulping his own bottled water.

Soobin reached for his head and gave his hair a ruffle, "First time can be too much, right?" He kindly defended him.

Beomgyu didn't even put on a smile, he looked bothered even.

"Shall we call it a night, then?" Soobin sensed that 'Gyu wasn't feeling it.

Taehyun reclined on his seat, "It's not half past midnight," he sneered.

You looked at 'Gyu, and when your eyes met, he quickly looked away.

"I agree. Let's just go!" you added.

Taehyun groaned, "Can we stay a little longer?" He whined. You put on your jacket and fixed your hair.

"We can always go another time, Taehyun," Soobin said to him as he gathered his things from the table.

Beomgyu stayed quiet the whole time, when the taxi arrived, he just leaned by the wall waiting for his turn.

"Let me take you home," Soobin offered, "Taehyun and Beomgyu can go in the next one,"

You shook your head, "No, you can go first," you told him.

He stood there on the pavement holding the taxi door open, "I'm not going to let you go home alone," Soobin insisted.

You shook your head again, "You and Hyunie can go home first," you turned your head to Beomgyu, "I want Beomgyu to take me home tonight,"

Soobin was taken aback by your request, "yeah, sure," he wasn't sure about your decision.You looked over your shoulder to him, "Will you take me home, 'Gyu?"

Beomgyu didn't expect you to ask him for such a favor, but he found himself instantly nodding to your request.

Soobin nodded, "Okay, then you and 'Gyu get in first! Taehyun and I can get on the next one,"

You shrugged, "Thanks!" Then got into the taxi while Beomgyu went in from the other side, "bye, text me when you guys get home!" You said as you waved bye to them through the window of the taxi.

Beomgyu was unusually quiet the whole ride home, he would check something on his phone then put it back down inside his jacket pocket more than a dozen times that it started to annoy you.

You rested your head on his shoulder and felt him tense when you slipped your hand around his arm, "Wake me up when we arrive," you said to him, then closed your eyes.

You weren't actually sleeping; you merely closed your eyes and felt the calming rhythm of his breathing.

Beomgyu turned his head to your side, and you felt his breath on the top of your head.

You peeped through your half-shut eyes, your hand and his rested so close to each other on his lap.

You wondered if he would hold your hand? or should you pretend to grab his hand in your sleep?

Not long after that, you felt a hand on yours, then his fingers slowly slipping through the spaces between your fingers, and you smiled at how hard he clasped your hand in his.

"Noona, we're close," he softly said to you, shaking your hand.

You lifted your head off his shoulder, "you're coming to my place, right?"

"Huh?" He blinked a few times.

"Well, if you're only going to drop me by my apartment building, that doesn't mean you're taking me home," you said to him.

You didn't have to use such an excuse to win him over like that, 'Gyu was hoping he could get some alone time with you and to figure out if things change between you and him, and if yes, was it for good?

Beomgyu got off the taxi along with you and helped you get off the taxi even though you weren't the slightest bit drunk because Soobin made sure everyone didn't drink too much alcohol.