Gucci | Kim Taehyung ✓

twenty-seven ☆

"Iseul..."

"I'm not here to get you to like me or to break you and Jiang apart. I'm here on the behalf of Jungkook to have fun," she replied.

"I don't love her," he blurted out. "I enjoy her company and she's a really interesting woman who is attractive, but... She'll never compare to my noona."

Iseul chuckled. "You don't have to call me noona. You know that you can call me by my name, right?"

"I know, but I like saying noona." He leaned in, his nose buried in her hair. "It makes me feel bad."

"Taehyung!" she scolded. "You have company in your apartment!"

"I also have locks on my bedroom door," he whispered.

"You're out of control," she muttered, shaking her head and attempting to get away from Taehyung who couldn't control his hormones.

"Noona," he purred, trying to get her attention back to him.

Iseul froze. Her mind scattered back to when she had the threesome with Jungkook. She remembered his whispers in her ear, the way Jungkook's fingers felt inside of her, the way Taehyung came all over her breasts.

Taehyung knew that it would get her attention. He spent enough time with her to know what she liked and didn't like.

She liked it when he called her Noona. She didn't like it when he took initiative. She liked it when he nuzzled into her side like a kitten. She didn't like it when he disobeyed her.

"You have company," she hissed, pressing the palm of her hand to the bulge that was growing through his jeans.

"N-Noona, please," he begged.

"You've been really bad, Taehyung. You ignored me and started to pay attention to another woman. I didn't like that."

"I-I know... Don't leave me like this," he whimpered holding onto her hand.

"Jiang will be angry that you aren't there with her tonight," Iseul told him, casting a cold glare to the floor.

"I don't care about her," he said, eyes twinkling as his pout wavered.

"I'll give you what you want, but there will be rules."

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She grabbed his desk chair and dragged it in front of his bed. She forced him to sit down on the chair.

"You're not allowed to touch me," she told him as she sat on his lap, her breasts pressing against his chest.

Taehyung whimpered as she slapped his hands away.

His nose pressed against her nose and he gave her a butterfly kiss, attempting to win back her love for him.

She leaned forward and met his soft, plush lips. Her hand trailed up to cup his jaw. His fluffy hair brushed against her forehead. Taehyung made an attempt to pull her jeans down, but she pinched the skin on his hand.

"No," she scolded. "You've been a bad boy and I don't like people that disobey my orders."

Iseul backed off of his lap while unbuttoning her flannel. She teased him with a show, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off her legs. Taehyung licked his lips in anticipation as her panties fell onto the floor.

She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs open. She touched herself and made lewd sounds. She could hear Taehyung's whimpers.

"No, Taehyung. Don't be a bad boy. Bad boys don't get rewarded," she told him as he tried to touch his growing bulge.

He slowly retreated his hand back and continue tod watch Iseul, his hips swaying slightly on the chair.

"Do you want to feel how wet I am?" she asked, spreading her slit apart.

Taehyung nodded.

"Use your words, baby boy."

"Yes, Noona," he replied obediently.

Iseul grinned. "Take off your jeans."

He obeyed and did as she told, throwing his jeans into the pile of clothes.

Iseul walked over to him and sat on his thigh, her throbbing core pressed against his
toned thigh. She rocked her hips against him, her stomach tightening as she did all the work.

Taehyung wanted to touch her so badly, but he knew he couldn't. He could feel how wet she was on his thigh, and he loved it so much. He clenched his fists and willed himself to not touch her beautiful and soft skin.

She continued to ride out her orgasm on his upper thigh, pressing her lips against his neck and cheek as she did so. She left purple marks on his neck to make sure that he belonged to her and not Jiang.

"Fuck," she whispered.

Her hands clawed at his shirt, her forehead resting on his shoulder. Her gasps and moans made his cock grow bigger. She could see it and she pressed her left knee against it.

Taehyung gasped and groaned. As she rocked her clit against his upper thigh, her left knee palmed his cock through his Calvin Klein briefs. His milk was oozing out from the tip and wet spots were made on his briefs.

"Please cum, Noona. God, I want to see your face," he whispered. His hand lifted up her chin to look at him.

She didn't seem to care at that point about if he touched her or not. Taehyung pressed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth and playing with it.

Iseul let out a satisfied moan as her clit started to throb. Taehyung could feel that she was about to cum, so he pressed his lips against hers even harder and muffled her moans as she rode out her orgasm. He bounced his leg a little and it made her cry out as he still played with her tongue with his.

He withdrew from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting them. The two of them breathed heavily, dazed expressions on their faces.