Let Noona Help

Knock Knock!

“Hajoon-ie, it’s Haseul-noona! Open up, please!”

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Check your shirt, check your shorts. How about your hair? Do you look presentable enough for Haseul-noona? Check one more time, you have to look decent!

“H-Hi, noona.”

“Ah, Hajoon-ie~! Thank God you’re here!” Haseul’s million-watt smile greets your sight. “I forgot my keys and Yeojinnie locked the door… Can I crash at your place until she comes back?”

Jo Haseul-noona is your next door neighbour. She’s also your other neighbour Im Yeojin’s older cousin. She’s your ideal girl—hyperactive, bright, extroverted, and adorable. Her tendency to take care of those younger than her has made her the apple of many eyes, yours included. At 24, Haseul does not lack choices for a potential boyfriend, and it is with that thought that you never make any moves, even though you crush super hard on her.

“S-Sure, noona! Come in, come in.”

Oh fuck. Haseul-noona’s in your home. It’s time to hit the panic button.

“Noona, would you like something to drink?”

“Ah, water would be fine, Hajoon-ie! Thank you~!” Another million-watt smile flashes your way, and well, now you’re putty for her.

“Make yourself at home, noona. You can use my Netflix.”

“Okay!”

When you return, Haseul is already midway through a movie about some previous dynasty in Korea or China, and she’s particularly engrossed in the show.

“Noona, your water.”

“Thank you, Hajoon-ie! Come, come sit with Noona. Noona ’s wanted to watch this show for a while!”

You can’t deny her anything. Simp.

Haseul reacts a lot when she watches the show. She shifts around regularly, making soft sounds like humming, gasping, and the occasional “Ooooh~” when the plot unravels. However, you’re only half immersed in the movie, because Haseul has shifted closer and closer to you throughout the duration of said movie. She used to be just next to you, but now she’s almost cuddled up next to you, her shoulder against yours. You’re close enough to smell her perfume, and when you turn just a little to the right, you’re greeted by Haseul-noona’s angelic features.

If Haseul-noona has noticed you staring, she hasn’t said anything, but you doubt she has. After all, she’s fully immersed in the movie anyway. You take the chance to gaze at the features of the woman you crush on: silky brown hair that runs down to her chest, her gorgeous monolid eyes that shine brightly with every grin, her cute long nose, and her kissable lips. Oh, you wish to one day be able to just kiss her. One kiss, just one.

When you turn your eyes back to the screen, you’re shell-shocked to see an intimate scene playing on the show. The main character has the female lead in his bedchambers, and both characters are copulating. Haseul squeals and buries her face into your shoulder as she peeks at the screen occasionally. You wonder how this made it onto Netflix when the camera shows the topless actress riding the actor, but deep down inside you, you’re panicking that you’re pretty much watching porn with your beloved Haseul-noona. However, behind that panic, you’re unable to rid yourself of one dirty thought—what if Haseul-noona was the female lead, and you were the male lead?

“No, no, no,” you think, “Do not lewd Haseul-noona.”

You turn to look at your Haseul-noona, and that decision to look delivers you a fresh dose of panic. At the angle that she leans into you, you’re presented with a clear view down her yellow button up, right into the deep valley of her cleavage. Mentally, you’re a broken man at the combined thought of the sex on screen and the clear shot of Haseul’s cleavage. You’re unable to tear your eyes away from her chest, and the tenting of your shorts isn’t helping.

“Oh ho ho, what’re you looking at, Hajoon-ie?”

Haseul tilts your chin up, and you tear your eyes away from her chest too late. She’s grinning, and you’re terrified.

“N-Nothing, noona! I promise!”

“No, no, lying is bad, Hajoon-ie. Don’t lie to noona.”

“I… I wasn't—I…”

“Now, now, Hajoon-ie, this says otherwise~.”

Haseul slides a hand over your thigh, right over your bulge. You yelp when she glides onto your hard bulge, massaging your cock over your shorts.

“Don’t lie to noona, Hajoon-ie. Lying is wrong~.”

This isn’t real. No way.

“I—I was looking…”

“Mhm?”

“I was looking at… at your… your boobs, noona.”

“And what about them, Hajoon-ie?”

You’re at a loss of words from a cocktail of arousal, fear, and confusion. Haseul doesn’t seem angry, but she could be. She does sound very teasing though. Perhaps there’s hope.

“They're… I…”

Haseul giggles.

“Do you wanna see them, Hajoon-ie?”

What??

You sit on the sofa with muted shock as Haseul climbs over you, straddling your body. Her hands work each button open, pace excruciatingly slow, until her shirt falls open to reveal her breasts, encased within a red bra. Haseul reaches behind her back, an audible click signifying the removal of the barrier between her chest and your eyes. The bra falls onto your lap and Haseul throws it aside, her hands resting on your shoulders. Your eyes fall to her breasts, and you feel a rush of arousal course your systems as you gaze in wonder—Haseul-noona’s taut nipples sit atop porcelain skin, each a perfect handful. Her areolae and nipples are brown, and the contrast only draws even more of your fancy.

“Go on, Hajoon-ie. Touch them.”

You raise a hand hesitantly as you scan Haseul’s features for any sign of a trick. She offers you a wide grin and a nod, the push you need to confirm her consent. A light blush dusts her cheeks with red, but she still appears confident in what she wants. Your right hand lands on her left breast, and the soft gasp that Haseul releases sends chills down your body. Gently, you knead her flesh while Haseul rests her hands on your shoulders. She leans in, her breath brushing against your lips with her sultry whisper.

“Kiss me, Hajoon-ie.”

You waste no time connecting your lips to hers. Her tongue meets yours in an openmouthed kiss, both of your moans mixing with the sounds of slurping when Haseul grinds herself against your bulge. You reciprocate, grinding upwards against Haseul to increase the amount of pleasure both of you draw from the other. Your left hand reaches around her to rest on her upper back, exploring the smooth skin across the expanse of her body and the curve of her spine.

“Fuck, it feels so good, noona.”

“I feel really good too, Hajoon-ie.”

Haseul initiates the next openmouthed kiss. This time, you can feel her desperation—she pushes you into the kiss. You can’t get enough of Haseul, and neither can she get enough of you. The delicious friction of her against you is good, but inadequate. Even with your hand on her chest, it’s still not enough. Haseul rolls her hips over your crotch, a particularly hard grind drawing a whine from the woman on top. The kiss only breaks out of the need for air, a strand of saliva falling from between your tongues, lips swollen from the passion both of you share.

“Hajoon-ie, suck on my tits, please.”

The sinful whine Haseul lets go when your lips wrap around her right nipple goes straight to your hard cock. Another rush of precum beads your tip, and the stickiness in your underwear is starting to get more than uncomfortable. Haseul pulls you into her chest, almost smothering you in her flesh while you flick your tongue over her nipple, your finger doing the same with her other. You wonder if this is heaven—even if Haseul’s skin tastes slightly salty from sweat, you’re more than content with where you are now with your Haseul-noona grinding against you while you suck on her breasts. You’d only dreamt of such a situation before, but now you could confidently say you were living the dream. In fact, you could die happy right now.