𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 || 21+

☆ | 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀

He had wanted her for years.
Too many fcking years.

"Y/N-noona."

His older neighbor. His first crush. His daily fcking torture.

Every guy has that one woman—the one who ruins every other woman.
The one he can’t stop seeing in his dreams.
For Taehyung, it was you.

You were his woman.
Even if you didn’t know it. Even if you still called him that innocent name—"Taehyung-ah"—like he wasn’t fantasizing about bending you over your kitchen counter every goddamn night.

He remembered everything.
The way you used to smile at him innocently from across the fence.
The way your round shaped big boobs bounced in those thin tank tops when you watered your plants.
The way your hips swayed when you walked to get your mail barefoot, thighs peeking out from your oversized shirt that barely covered anything.

God, he used to jerk off to you like it was a religion.

Your soft body moved like sin wrapped in sunlight.
Like you didn’t even realize what you were doing to him.
But you had to.

The way you’d pat his head when he was younger, fingers sliding into his hair like it didn’t drive him fucking insane.
The way you bent over in front of him without a second thought. The way your voice got all sweet and high when you teased him.

"You're so cute, Taehyungie."

He wasn't a boy.
Not to you. Not anymore.

He remembered the first time you made him lose control.
He was seventeen. You were outside, sunbathing in your backyard—skin glowing, sweat glistening between your big tits. You were in a bikini top that looked a size too small, your round shaped perfect nipples practically pressing through the fabric, hard and aching to be sucked.

You looked at him once. Just once.
And smiled.
Like it meant nothing.

That night, he came so hard thinking about you that he stained his sheets and had to toss them before his mom found out.

But it was two years later that everything snapped.

He turned nineteen.

He had grown. Filled out.
Shoulders broad. Voice deeper. Eyes darker.
And you—fcking you—decided to show up that day in a sundress.
Thin, floral, pastel yellow.

He still remembered how his throat went dry.
Your nipples poked right through the fabric like a taunt.
Your curves swayed with every step you took. And when the wind picked up? That dress clung to your body like a second skin.

You tilted your head, that smile blooming across your face.
"Taehyung-ah, you’ve grown so tall now!"

He gave a short laugh, scratching the back of his neck to distract from the way his cock was straining against his pants.
"Thanks, noona."

You stepped closer—too fcking close—and leaned in. Your sweet perfume hit him first. Soft. Sweet. Devastating. Then your fingers pinched his cheek gently, and your tits brushed against his arm.