If he say he a dog, I'ma treat him like a pet
pairing: geum seongje x older f!reader
tags: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, p in v sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, noona kink, breeding kink (ish), praise kink (ish), pussydrunk seongje, first person pov
a/n: reader is only a year older than him. imo seongje is super into 'the chase' and would think that someone older would be fun to romance. of course it is like fun to flirt and stuff but when it comes down to it, he's abit of a needy little puppy... lemme know what you think if you enjoyed it <3 likes, reblogs n comments r alw appreciated n u can alw find me on twt or dms
The PC cafe reeks of body musk, smoke and shin ramyeon, as usual. I'm already making the fourth ramyeon of my shift, carrying the tray steadily to the cubicle that ordered it. It seems that I had missed some action before arriving as PC cafe is dead silent and the customer sitting beside is slumped over the table.
"Your ramyeon is here," I interrupt, feeling the slightly horrified stares of those involved turn to myself.
My eyes and lips press into a half-hearted smile before resting the bowl on the table, doing my best to not meet their eyes so that I can get back to watching my show at the reception counter. As I turn to leave, someone grabs onto my wrist, squeezing it like a boa constrictor.
"Hey, aren't you gonna do anything about this? That little fucker slammed my friend's head into the table?"
I look back at the visibly middle-aged man holding onto my wrist and at the shaggy haired high schooler, and internally roll my eyes. It turns out that my eye roll was also external as the man yanks at my wrist and raises his voice, "Are you fucking with me or what?"
I sigh, "Sir, please let go of me, or I'll have to call the manager."
The customer snarls and stands up, chest flaring like a lizard making itself bigger to intimidate me. "Yeah, get your fucking manager here before I—"
I jerk my arm back, twisting my body for leverage, "Sir, the next time you do this, I'm going to have to ban you for making a scene."
I take a step forward to leave, but a flash of red suddenly moves in front of me. The kid moves fast for sure, but I'm faster, bumping shoulders as I make my way back to my seat and ignoring the sounds of protest behind me.
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Remind me to get new underwear, I text to my friend while squirming in my seat. After a long overdue spring cleaning session, I had thrown out all my ratty underwear with holes, but that meant that I had run out of clean underwear in the middle of the week.I basically tore apart my closet, clothes flying all over my floor in an attempt to find some semblance of comfortable panties, but alas, all I had left were my stringy thongs.
I could get used to the sensation of something between my ass cheeks, but the constant requests from the PC cafe customers to pick something up from the floor is starting to get on my nerves. It's honestly tiring to tell off the high schoolers, but the older men? Their sense of entitlement over my body bled from their leering eyes, leaning back and raking over my ass when I came over with their order of instant ramyeon or air-fried chicken. Honestly, thinking about it sends a shiver down my spine.
This has to be the third time this particular table called me over, the first time to complain about their taste of their ramyeon, the second to order a soda, which had to be ordered over the POS anyway. I ignored their snickering the second time round as the guy feigned ignorance and requested for help finding the drinks menu on the ordering system, which was utter bullshit since they didn't even send a drink order in afterwards.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I manage my best customer service voice when I approach their seat, "How can I help you?"
He grumbles, "I almost lost my ranked just now because your screen won't respond. You gotta fix it, what if I lose the next one?"
My left eye twitches, "Let me take a look at your computer."
A few cursory clicks and checks show that there is nothing wrong with the computer at all. I let out a sigh, turning around to tell the customer off, "There's nothing wrong with your computer at all. Don't call me over for stupid—"
A snap reverberates through the walls and my body, a stinging sensation blossoming at my hip. Did that motherfucker just snap my thong strap? The snickering and whooping that follow sound like nails on a chalkboard, and the bastard even decides to taunt me, "Princess, what's wron—"
My hand lands square on his face, the impact of the slap stinging my palm. "Fucking bastard," I mutter under my breath, turning on my heels to walk away.
"Do you want to fight? Do you even know who we are?" His friend snarls while blocking my path, pretentiously cracking his knuckles. He shoves me back so hard, I almost stumble and fall, but not before seeing a hand flying towards me.
Shit. My leg takes a step back, dodging the hit. Silently thanking myself for the underwear debacle for making me forget my earrings, I curl my fingers and press the pads onto my palm before lunging at the man. The heel of my palm collides right on his jaw, forcing spittle onto the floor.
He holds his jaw and storms after me, pained and fuming. He lets out a low growl before his hands shoot out in an attempt to grab me. As I jump back to dodge him, the noisy rustle of a polyester jacket acts a foreshock for the punch that lands on his face.
His head lolls back from the impact, hanging from his neck. A fist grips onto his shirt neckline, holding his body away as another slams back onto his head. The assailant takes a look at the shocked faces of that moron's friend group before a playful smile carves itself on his face and he slams another blow onto his victim's face.
"Hey! That's enough. One more and I'll have to ban you too."
His fist stops mid-air, his crazed eyes boring into mine now, daring me to say something or back down.
"I literally see you here every other week, do you really want to get banned?"
It seems that the negotiation in his head goes in my favour as he releases his grip on his victim, letting the man collapse onto the floor.
"How are you going to ban your saviour, huh?"
I can't help rolling my eyes, "I didn't need your help."
He scoffs, "You don't ban these shitheads here anyway."
My head turns sharply to stare at him proper, taking in the planes of his face. Isn't this the kid that allegedly slammed someone's face in a few years ago? Fuck, I really should have banned him too back then.
He smirks again as recognition flashes through my widening eyes, "I'm hurt. I've always remembered you, but I'm just a customer to you, huh?"
My face twitches in disgust at his faux pitiful look, his pout hanging dramatically off his face, "There's literally hundreds of you in here."
"Aww, you can remember me now. I'm Geum Seongje."
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A annoyingly familliar whiff of cologne sets off my instincts and my body internally cringes at the anticipated bullshit to come.
"Noona!"
My eyes preemptively roll themselves under my eyelids before they flutter open.
Seongje has his signature gummy smile plastered on his face as he leans over the reception desk, "You look pretty today."
"I'm pretty everyday."
He chuckles, " Yeah, but you're extra sexy today. Did you do something with your hair? Or is it a new lip gloss?"
I look up from my notebook, resisting the urge to answer him with anything but a cold blank look. I did dress up a little today considering I had plans with my friends after this shift, but he didn't need to know that.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm gonna get hard."
"Jesus Christ," I mutter under my breath, rolling my eyes as he bursts into laughter, body rocking with each laugh. "Just go to your cubicle, Seongje."
He leans over the counter, chest heaving slower from his laughter dying down. "Noona, I'm serious," he says. "I could treat you better than those university boys, hm? Noona, just give me a chance. They can't go down on you like I can, I can make you squir—"
"Oh my god, shut up!" I whisper-shout after clapping my hand over his mouth, my face flush with embarassment. His plush lips are smirking in the palm of my hand, a glint of mischief sparkles in his eyes before he starts licking at my palm.
"What the fuck! Are you a dog?" I exclaim as my hand jerks back, wiping his saliva away on my shorts. His red lips glisten under the LED lights of the PC cafe as he licks them slowly, as if he's savouring the taste of my skin.
"I'll bark, noona, anything you want. I can do alot more than licking if you let me." Seongje laughs before leaving me to burn in the wake of his words.
The rest of my shift goes as normally as it can, with the occassional pickup line from Seongje when I'm serving his food and the heat on my cheeks cooling off in the air conditioning, his shameless flirting to be forgotten with the passing hours. Catching up with my high school friends was nice, swinging by old haunts like the stationery store we used to frequent after school and exploring new ones like the bar that opened right as our university semester started. The cool night air runs its fingers through my long hair as I bid my friends goodbye and set off towards the bus stop.
"Noona, are you waiting for someone?"
Seongje?
I gingerly take off my earphones and the familliar rustle of his polyester windbreaker greets me as he sits next to me.
"Noona, your cheeks are red, did you drink tonight?" He leans in, finger inching close to my face.
I turn my face away, unamused. "So what if I did?"
"It's not safe to be out alone. Let me send you home at least."
A scoff escapes my throat, "So you can stalk me? Hell no."
"Is that really what you think of me? Noona, if you have a boyfriend, then I can show you how much better I am."
"What's wrong with you?" I squint at him, "Go flirt with someone your age."
Seongje scrunches his face up cutely, teasing smile growing on his face, "Don't wanna."
I am at a loss for words. The fake suave and nonchalant Geum Seongje acting cute? All I can do is to fake a gag. Seongje holds back a laugh before eventually giving in to the chuckling, swinging his leg over the bench to face me straight on.
"I'm not even that much younger, noona. I can show you, I'm grown in other ways too."
He lets out a breathy exhale, staring into the space behind me. Strangely, there is no acrid smell of smoke lingering around him.
"Seongje, you stopped smoking?"
"Mhm, you don't seem to like it." His voice drops to a whisper, leaning close to my ear, "Plus I want to keep my mouth clean for your pussy."
I pull away from him almost instantaneously, an incredulous look masking the weirdly satisfying twinge in my heart, "You're impossible, oh my god. Is that all you think about?"
He nods enthusiastically, his signature gummy smile a stark contrast to his hungry eyes.
"You… you really like me, huh?" I say quietly.
"Noona, you know better than me how I feel about you."
A beat passes, forcing me to sit with all of my thoughts that come flooding in. The way I've grown used to his habits, anticipating and even looking forward to seeing him at the PC cafe. Not to mention, the constant flirting that kept me up during excruciatingly lonely nights. His promises rang in my ears everytime my long nails scratched at my labia, ruining the high I built up for myself. God, I must be pent up, to even consider taking him up on his offer. How desperately do I want to get off?
Seongje's still staring at me with the same intense look.
A sigh escapes my lips. "Is anyone at home tonight?"
His imaginary tail is practically wagging in the corner of my eye as he leads me to his motorcycle and when he speeds up on the highways, forcing my arms to tighten around his waist.
"Seongje-ya, are you gonna be a good boy for me?"
He lets out a guttaral moan, nodding desperately in the crook of my neck. "Please, noona, I'll be good. I'll do anything you want, I'll make you feel so good, noona. Please, please— let me—"
His tongue laps at my skin desperately, chasing a high only my sweat can give him, "God, noona, you don't know what you fucking do to me—" He takes breaks from licking at me to sniff at me, inhaling deeply and sighing like I'm the most fragrant thing he has gotten his hands on.
Having him up close and bare is enlightening. Who could have known about those broad shoulders he was hiding under his windbreakers? His chest is taut under my touch, every muscle defined with its own ridges and curves. His breath hitches with each trace of my finger, his body twitching under me.
His fingers ghost across my clothed torso, never staying in one place for too long as if my body is red hot. They shakily flit around my ribcage, to my waist and back around to my shoulders. I steady his hands, holding on to his wrists, "Touch me properly."
Another groan escapes his lips as his hands snake under my top, pulling it off of me. He runs his fingers across the lace details of my bra, mapping the design slowly into his fingertips. "Knew there was something extra sexy about you today," he mutters into my breasts, reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra.
His soft hair tangles between my fingers, the layers give me much to hold on to as I stroke his hair from the top of his head to his neck, exploring how each touch makes him quiver and pant. He thumbs excitedly at my breasts, circling around my nipple and sparking desire into my spine.
The grip on his head tightens as he presses kisses on my flesh, sucking lightly till he envelopes my nipple with his lips. The warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his encircling tongue lapping at me sends shivers down my spine. Hushed whimpers escape my lips as I bite back my moans, afraid of being too loud so close to the front door, but he nips at me, running my bud between his teeth. It stings, god, it stings so bad it tightens the coil in my core, wetness pooling between my legs.
"Noona," he says between breaths and sucks, "If I suck hard enough, do you think milk will come out of here?"
"What— what the fuck are you saying?"
"Bet you taste super sweet, hm? Can I— let me taste you"
His hands descend on my torso, gripping and caressing till he reaches the waistband of my shorts. His nimble fingers undo the buttons, letting my shorts fall onto the floor.
The view elicits another guttaral groan from him, fingers busy toying with the red strap of my thong. "Did you plan on going home with someone else? Hmm? Or were you thinking about me, noona?", he says as he presses his lips to my pelvic bone.
"Shut up."
"It's okay, I think about you enough for the both of us. You know—, " he groans, taking a break from nipping at me. "I was so lonely when you left for university." He descends down my body till he's kneeling in front of me, nose deep in the soaked cloth of my thong.
The warmth of his exhales on my clothed pussy does little to stop me from twitching on his face, his grip on my hips tightening as he noses into me. The tip of his nose drags slowly up till it rubs against my clit, and a satisfied sigh escapes my lips.
"Is your clit here?" He rubs his nose into the same spot, guiding my hips into rolling onto him.
"Seongje-ya, take my panties off for me. Let me feel you, 'kay?"
His hands scramble to tug my thong off, almost falling face first onto the wall behind me as he presents his face for me again. "Yes, yes, I can— I can do that for noona." He pleads in hushed whispers, enthusiastically pawing at my hips, "Use me, please."
My breath hitches again as the wet tip of his nose nudges against my clit and his lips curl into a smile against my skin. The pecks he gives my pussy are shy and wet, not once daring to even let his tongue have a taste.
"Mmh, Seongje." My stifled murmurs seem to only excite him more, pressing his face closer into me and letting his hands wander aimlessly on whatever part of my body he can. Finally, he dares to stick his tongue out, letting me grind onto the flat wetness. His breath is still warm, breathing so heavily I think for a moment that he might pass out, but then he lets out a strangled moan, signalling that he's alive and well.
"Seongje-ya."
I grip onto his hair, gently angling his face to look up at me. "Didn't you say you could make me squirt? Hm? Why am I doing all the work, Seongje-ya?" He lets out a long drawn out sigh when my hands tighten around his shaggy locks, tongue stiffening to a point when I grind my clit down on to him. "How are you gonna be better than the boys at university if all you're gonna do is kneel there like a dumb puppy?"
A whine leaks out of him and he mouths at my pussy as if he's kissing someone, "Want you to feel good— I'll do anything— that makes you feel good, noona."
The first suck on my clitoris is humbling. The little shriek I let out knocks whatever arrogance I had out of me the moment he hollowed his cheeks around my bud, squirming against his mouth and the wall. The sounds he makes as he slurps at me is vulgar, a conversation punctuated by squelches and whimpers. I crumple into myself, legs squeezing onto the side of his head and my grip on his hair getting loose as I scramble to hold myself up.
My legs buckle with a particularly lewd drag of his tongue, "I'm— i'm gonna— fall, oh my god, oh my—"
Seongje's hand reaches up to support my hips, pushing me up on the wall. He lightly squeezes my ass before pulling away from me, the bottom of his face still shiny from eating me out, "Move to the bed?"
"Ugh, yes please."
Whatever brief respite I had with moving to the bed didn't last because Seongje can't keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself. He touches the curve of my hips softly, steering me towards the bed while drawing circles, "Noona, your pussy is kinda small. What if you squeeze my tongue off then I'm only gonna have half a tongue?"
My back twitches from his chaste kisses, "Sounds like a 'you' problem."
"You're so mean," he whines.
"If it's too small for you then…" My words trail off as I settle onto the firm mattress, propping my torso up with my arms, "I can just leave."
A sick satisfaction blooms in my heart, tugging the corners of my lips up into a faux innocent smile. The way he almost trips on himself trying to get up from the bed and nearly forgetting the fact that he was laying on me and would nose dive straight into my legs before finally catching himself was scratching an itch I never knew could be fulfilled like this. He babbles, "Noona, noona, noona", burying his face in my thighs pathetically.
Now that he's closer I can see that wolfish grin of his peeking out as he sucks at my thighs between his garbled string of pleads, his pelvis rocking slowly into the mattress. "You like this, Seongje? Hm? Running after me like a dog?"
Suddenly, he wraps his arms around my legs and my heart stops beating till I register that my face is pressed against the mattress. His arm definition is much more pronounced now as I steady my breathing, the silence pumping through the slopes of his biceps as if flipping me over was nothing. I bite back a sigh when he laughs softly, "Yeah, I like this so much. What about it?" His plush lips greet my folds again, tonguing the entrance gingerly, "Noona, will you let me— let me chase after you?"
The stutter and the reddened tips of his ears is supposed to make this romantic, but he has the most playful snarl resting on his lips as he alternates between sucking at my clit and easing his tongue into my pussy. It is as if we are opposite poles of 2 magnets, snapping together with a resounding click and the same warmth blooms again in my heart. "Seongje-ya, you should focus—"
With a forceful push of my hips, my pussy is flush to his mouth and his tongue presses into me. The warm intrusion elicits a moan from me, but he gives me no time to adjust before pistoning his tongue in and out, making sure to stiffen his tongue ever so slightly before it grazes my entrance. "Fucking mutt," I mutter under my breath, hips jerking down to match his pace.
It seems to excite him, seeing that he immediately moves onto sucking at my clit again, licking at it in broad strokes. The bedsheets twist in my hands as I hold on to them, my quivering legs don't do much to prop me up and all my weight lands square on his face. He lets out a strangled groan, pressing me into him more as he sloppily makes out with my clit, teasing the bud with light grazes of his teeth.
"Fuck, keep going."
His chin must be soaked from all the slick leaking out of me and his ears must hurt from my thighs squeezing the sides of his head. He builds up the warmth between my legs with his flicking tongue, maintaining the bullying pressure on my clit. The orgasm rocks through my body with a whimper and a buckle at the knees, body almost caving in as the wetness gushes out onto Seongje's face.
He slurps at me messily, chasing the mess with his lips, not caring that he's drooling out the corner of his mouth. He's insistent on swirling his tongue on my pussy, flat and long in the most vulgar way possible, rubbing against my clit and hole enough for short-lived tingles and a growing itch to chase the stimulation. I squirm against his hands, trying to move away from him, but he holds me there, uncaring that the throbbing sensation on my clit cycles between pain and pleasure.
I choke back a sob as my hole clenches around nothing, "Mmf, Seongje, please…"
My arms give out as release wrecks through my body again, chest heaving against the mattress. Seongje has thankfully moved onto pecking at my pussy lightly, "Noona, how many times can you cum? Should we find out today? Let's go again—"
"Are you fucking crazy?" I say between ragged breaths. "You— Don't you want to— want to use the condoms we bought?"
He whines, tongue flitting out to rub against my clit,"No, no, let me… let me eat you out again… Blue balls don't exist, noona. Let's go again, please, please…"
"Ugh, you fucking mutt." Finally able to pry his hands off me, I finally lay back and get to see what a mess Seongje has become. His crooked glasses do nothing to hide the glazed-over look he has in his eyes, nostrils flaring a little as he takes in fresh oxygen and tongue still licking at the remnants on his wet lips. "Why do you get to keep your clothes on, huh? You get to see me naked but I can't?"
He rolls over with no protesting, lazily sliding his boxers off. Saliva pools on my tongue as I take in the sight of his throbbing cock. It's thick, leaking and an angry shade of red at the tip. The wet sheen of precum glistens under the light of his dim bedside lamp. Seongje kneels on the bed as if he's presenting himself to me, cock bobbing with his movements, "Noona, do you like it?"
He laughs a little too proudly when I can't seem to tear my eyes away, a blush tinging the tips of his ears. Subconsciously, I bite the corner of my lip, "Mhm. You're a little thick, Seongje-ya. I think you're gonna have to stretch me out."
Seongje throws his head back with a strangled whine, "You're… noona. You're gonna be the death of me."
My legs part to make way for him and he slots himself between them as if he's made for it. The tip of his finger teases my entrance as he runs it along my folds, letting the slick coat the skin before pressing one in. My breath gets caught in my windpipe, his finger is thicker and longer than mine, pressing experimentally at my upper walls.
Fuck, I missed this, missed the feeling of having something in me. Seongje looks up with his glassy eyes, "Is this okay? Can I put another in?"
His middle finger is even longer, the tip ghosting across a spongy spot inside me. "Nngh, Seongje—", I clutch the sheets as he begins to spread his fingers, scissoring them inside me. If the stretch wasn't enough, his mouth has descended upon my pussy, licking at my abused clit.
"Shit! You— Seongje!" I cry out as the pleasure threads through my body again, coursing through my veins and my shaking legs. His breathing gets heavier as I clench around his fingers, his other hand too busy tempering my squirming hips, "Is this good? Noona, do you feel good?"
"Fuck, Seongje-ya, gimme your cock, hm? Put it in," I squeeze the words out of the warm blur of my brain, my feet desperately running along the length of his legs pleading with him. Seongje lets up finally, tearing himself away from me just to frantically paw at the pile of clothes, rustling his pant pocket to find the pack of condoms. "Yes, okay, yes, I— okay," Seongje stumbles over his words as he rolls the condom onto his hard length.
His eyes are trained on the sight of his cock lined up to the entrance of my pussy, unable to look away or take a breath. Words get stuck in his throat as he pushes in slowly, feeling me pulse around his length. He chokes back a quiet sob when he finally bottoms out, squeezing his eyes shut. I reach out to stroke at his hair, chest heaving as I adjust to the feeling of being full and stretched out.
His hips begin to rock slowly, his cock pumping out of me in shallow strokes. My hands grasp at his shoulders, a dizzying haze of pleasure taking over my brain. "Seongje, Seongje, Seongje," I say in hushed whispers, letting my hands run over the expanse of his back, feeling how the muscles ripple as he moves.
"Noona, noona, I can't—" His voice cracks a little, "You feel so good, I think I'm gonna cum right now."
A tiny smile breaks onto my face, "You're so cute, Seongje-ya."
Something seems to snap in Seongje. He hunches over and plants his mouth on my ears, nibbling at the cartilage. Squirming against his ticklish touch and his body caging me in proves to be futile as he draws his cock out of me and slams back in again.
"Seongje!" I cry out, fingernails digging into his back. His cockhead presses against a spongy spot inside me as he thrusts, whimpers falling out of my lips as a warm tension builds in my pelvis.
His hips buck at an ungodly pace, slamming straight into the same spot. His words slur into a repetitive prayer, "Noona, noona, noona, is this good? Am I good?"
"Fuck, yes— You're so good to me, Seongje-ya."
It's almost disgusting how wet I am, each thrust of his hips is coupled with a vulgar schlickshlickshlick. He keeps a bruising grip on my waist, holding me in place even though I squirm at every tingle down my spine.
"I— I'm gonna cum, noona," Seongje whispers, breath hitching when my pussy involuntarily clenches around him.
"Can— can I— cum inside, noona, please?" He begs, cock still drilling into my sweet spot, reducing me to nothing but whimpers and pants. His voice is so sweet and pleading, as if every fibre of his being wants nothing but me.
"Fuck, Je-ya—"
He chokes back a sob, "Can I— please, please, please— Let me cum…"
The knot building in me tightens, slick gushing out of me at the thought of his cum leaking out of me, him burying his flushed face into the crook of my neck as his warm spend…
"Lemme cum inside, please— I— I can carry the baby if you get pregnant—"
"Je, what the fuck are you saying—"
His thrusts are sloppier, desperately chasing a high, "Noona, please, please lemme cum inside. You feel so good— I'll— I'll give birth, noona. Just, just let me cum please, please."
His pussydrunk whines send a ripple through my body and my pussy clenches tighter around him, practically milking his cock. A groan rips through him, as he spills into the condoms, hips stuttering. My release comes soon after, after he continues to thrust into me slowly until a strangled whimper escapes my lips.
Seongje stays buried in me, cock softening a little and face nosing around my neck and jaw. I tilt my head back and let him press as many light kisses as he wants, carding my fingers through his hair.
When the sweat between us gets unbearably sticky, I nudge Seongje off as he protests lightly. Nonetheless, he rolls over and pulls the condom off before walking towards the back of his house. Staring up at the ceiling, I barely notice that he made his way back to the bed till a warm wet fabric touches my legs.
"Is it too hot?" Seongje asks as he tenderly wipes my skin down.
I shake my head, taking the time to admire his focused expression as he cleans me up like I'm a rare and fragile artifact, setting my limbs down gingerly after he was done. He murmurs while wiping down my arms, "Your hands are so pretty, noona. You should keep your nails long like this."
"It's kinda annoying though, can't do alot of things."
"But you have me. I'll do it all for you. I'll eat you out, I'll make you squirt—"
I place a hand on his, "Okay, that's enough."
"You know its true though."
After changing into some of his spare clothes, I lay on his outstretched arms on his bed, staring at the light coming in from the windows.
"Noona,' he whines. "Take me with you when you go back to school, hm?"
I pretend not to hear that, closing my eyes and hoping that sleep takes over me.
I can already see his cheeky smile as he shakes my shoulders and whines again, "Noona, take me with you~"
