★ nini ★

⟢STORIES

heeseung (coming soon)

• “The tiny naughty elf” 18+

jay (coming soon)

jake (coming soon)

sunghoon

• “ sleep tight” 18+

sunoo (coming soon)

jungwon (coming soon)

niki (coming soon)

⟢ REQUESTS

dirty uno play w/ heejake

bff jake rutting against your thighs while you sleep

threesome w/ heehoon in the fitting room

heejake fucking a pocket pussy pretending it’s you

jake asking inexperienced y/n to ride him

somnophilia w/ sunghoon

subby jake who’s obsessed with ur tits

heejake missing y/n & sharing a pocket pussy

newbie jake fucking a pornstar

⟢ NSFW LINKS

can you write a continuation of this one except it’s in person and instead of directly fucking y/n in person, she instructs them what to do as she watches. She makes them ask each other for help to jerk each other off, first her bf Jake has to do it to hee and then hee to Jake. (am I making sense here help😭). She rewards them with her tits when they jerk each other off again, and then they get to fuck her cunt and makes them take turns fucking her pussy but ONLY after they’ve done twice in each others hands.

FUCKKK YESSS

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You’re already perched on the edge of the bed when they walk in.

The room is dimly lit— You’re leaning back on your hands, shoulders relaxed, spine slightly arched so the thin black silk of your sleep gown pulls tight across your chest.

The fabric is delicate, almost sheer where it clings to the curve of your breasts; the hem barely skims the tops of your thighs, riding up just enough to tease the shadow between them.

No panties underneath.

You didn’t bother.

Jake stops dead in the doorway.

Heeseung bumps into his back, then freezes too.

You tilt your head, lips curving into the smallest, softest smile.

“I’ve missed you so much, Jakey,” you say first, voice low and warm, eyes locked on your boyfriend.

“Baby,” he breathes against your mouth, voice already wrecked. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Then he kisses you.

It’s not gentle.

It’s hungry—lips crashing, tongue sliding in immediately like he’s been starving for it.

Jake’s lips swollen from the kiss, eyes heavy with want, one hand resting possessively high on your thigh.

Heeseung is still standing a couple feet away, frozen mid-step, sweatpants tented obscenely, hands clenched at his sides like he doesn’t trust himself to move.

You tilt your head toward him, voice suddenly softer—almost sweet, almost innocent—like you’re confessing something shy instead of sitting there half-naked and dripping.

“I missed you too, Heeseung…” you say quietly, blinking up at him with those big eyes. “Like… a lot.”

A tiny pause.

Then you bite your lip, cheeks going just a little pink.

Heeseung makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat.

His eyes are huge—shocked, pupils blown so wide the black almost.

His mouth parts but nothing comes out at first.

He just stares at you: at the way the silk is barely covering anything anymore, at the obvious wet spot darkening the lace between your legs, at how calm and sweet your face looks thinking about how they ruining a pocket pussy molded from your cunt.

He looks like his brain has short-circuited.

Your eyes drift lazily across the room, landing on the nightstand where the pocket pussy toy sits—still out in the open, shamelessly abandoned from last night.

The silicone is visibly stretched and shiny, streaked with dried lube and cum, the entrance puffy and reddened like it’s been worked over relentlessly.

It looks well-used. Thoroughly wrecked.

A slow, teasing smile curls your lips.

You tilt your head toward it, then back at Jake, voice light and playful, dripping with mock innocence.

“Wow, Jakey… look at that poor thing.” You nod toward the toy. “It looks like it’s been through hell. Did you really go that hard on my little double?”

Jake follows your gaze.

The second he sees what you’re looking at, his ears turn pink.

He reaches up automatically, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand—the classic guilty tell—while the other stays resting high on your thigh, thumb still stroking absently like he can’t stop touching you.

“Yeah…” he admits, voice low and a little sheepish, a half-embarrassed laugh slipping out. “Me and Hee hyung… we kinda went crazy on it.”

“Wait…” Your voice comes out softer than before, almost disbelieving. You look straight at Heeseung.

“You actually used it too, Hee?Like… both of you together? Inside it at the same time?”

Heeseung’s face flames instantly. He can’t even meet your eyes for a full second—his lashes drop, throat working hard, but he doesn’t deny it. Just gives the tiniest, almost imperceptible nod.

Your breath catches. Loud enough that both of them hear it.

And then your lips part on a slow, stunned exhale.

“…That’s actually really fucking hot.”

The words slip out before you can stop them—quiet, honest, a little awed.

Your thighs press together involuntarily, the damp lace between them suddenly feeling too tight, too much.

Heeseung’s head snaps up. His eyes meet yours—shocked, searching, like he’s waiting for the punchline or the disgust that never comes.

You smile, slow and filthy. “I mean it. Picturing you—quiet, controlled Heeseung—losing it so bad you’re sharing a toy molded from my pussy with your bandmate? Both of you groaning, sliding against each other inside it, coming together while you moan my name?”

You shift forward just enough for the silk to slip further, one nipple peeking out completely. “Yeah. That’s insanely hot.”

Jake lets out a rough laugh beside you, already half-hard again just from watching your reaction. He leans in, lips brushing your shoulder.

“Baby…” His hand slides down, palming himself through his sweats, then reaches over and does the same to Heeseung—casual, bold, cupping the thick outline in Heeseung’s pants and giving one slow squeeze. Heeseung jolts, a choked sound slipping out.

Jake keeps talking, voice low and wrecked. “Real thing’s better though. Way better. That toy’s tight, yeah, but it’s nothing compared to you. Nothing feels like your pussy—hot, wet, squeezing like it’s trying to keep us inside forever.”

He gives Heeseung another lazy stroke through the fabric. “Right, hyung?”

Heeseung’s breathing is ragged now. He nods once, jerky. “Yeah… fuck yeah.”

You bite your lip, eyes flicking between them, then back to the toy.

A wicked little idea lights up your face.

You tilt your head, voice dropping into that sweet-teasing register that always makes them weak.

“So… what if I watched?” you ask, almost innocently.

“Right now. You two use it again. Just like last night. Let me see exactly how you fucked my little double when I wasn’t here.”

Heeseung freezes. His eyes go wide—startled, embarrassed, cheeks burning even darker. “Y-you want to… watch us?”

Jake, on the other hand, grins immediately.

He already knows you too well.

He gives Heeseung’s cock one last firm squeeze before letting go and standing up.

“Fuck yes she does,” Jake says, already hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats. “And I’m not saying no to that.”

He shoves his pants and boxers down in one go—cock springing free, flushed dark and leaking at the tip from how worked up he already is.

He kicks the clothes aside and reaches for the toy without hesitation.

Heeseung hesitates a second longer—eyes darting to you, then to Jake, then back to you—like he’s still processing that you actually want this.

That you’re turned on by it.

But when you spread your thighs a little wider and let one hand trail down to trace lazy circles over your soaked lace, he breaks.

He stands too.

Fingers shaking slightly, he pushes his sweats and boxers down, stepping out of them.

His cock slaps up against his abs—thicker than Jake’s, veins standing out, already dripping.

You let out a soft, appreciative hum.

Jake grabs the toy, slicks it quickly with more lube from the bottle on the nightstand—making sure it’s nice and messy—then holds it between them.

They step closer together.

Jake angles the toy first—presses the blunt head of his cock against the entrance, then guides Heeseung’s right beside it.

The silicone stretches immediately, lewdly , hugging both heads as they push in together.

The second they sink in—halfway, then deeper—both of them groan, long and low, heads tipping back in the exact same way.

“Fuck,” Jake hisses. “Still so fucking tight.”

Heeseung’s voice cracks. “God—yeah.”

They bottom out together, hips flush, cocks rubbing hard against each other inside the warm, gripping silicone.

Their abs flex in unison as they start to move—slow at first, testing, then harder, finding a rhythm that makes the toy squelch lewdly with every thrust.

You can’t look away.

Your hand slips between your legs, pressing against your clit through the lace as you watch them—watch the way their thighs tremble, the way pre-cum leaks out around the stretched entrance, the way their moans start to sync up again, breathy and desperate.

A low, involuntary “fuck” slips from your lips—quiet, reverent, turned on beyond words.

You smirk, eyes glassy, voice thick.

“Look at you two… ruining my toy all over again. So pretty when you’re this desperate for me.”

They keep going—faster now, chasing it—while you lean back on one hand, the other still rubbing slow circles over your clit, watching every filthy second like it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Jake’s hips snap forward first—sharper, more insistent—setting a rhythm that forces Heeseung to match him or get left behind.

The toy squelches louder now, wet and lewd, the stretched silicone making filthy sucking sounds every time they pull back and slam in together.

Lube and pre-cum start leaking out around the edges, dripping down their knuckles where their hands grip the base to keep it steady between them.

The noises coming out of them get louder too. No more bitten-back groans.

They’re past that.

Jake lets out a rough, open-mouthed “fuck—fuck—” on every other thrust, voice cracking higher at the end like he can’t control the pitch anymore.

“Shit—Jake—too much—” Heeseung’s voice trembles, cracking on the last word.

His head tips back, throat exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows down another whine.

You sit there on the edge of the bed, legs spread, one hand still lazily circling your clit through the soaked lace, the other braced behind you.

Your eyes are glued to them—watching the way their thighs flex and shake, the way their cocks disappear into the toy together, the way their faces twist in identical pleasure-pain.

You can’t help the low, filthy laugh that bubbles up.

“God, listen to you two,” you murmur, voice thick with arousal. “Already so noisy. Can’t even pretend to be quiet when you’re fucking my little double, huh?”

Jake’s eyes snap to you—pupils blown, cheeks flushed dark.

He tries to speak but it comes out as a choked moan instead when Heeseung thrusts harder, forcing both of them deeper.

You tilt your head, smirking.

“Look at Heeseung’s face, Jakey. He’s trying so hard to stay composed… but every time you move, he makes that pretty little whimper. You hear that? That’s the sound he makes when he’s about to lose it.”

Heeseung’s moan turns into something embarrassingly close to a whine at your words.

His hips stutter, cock pulsing hard inside the toy.

You lean forward a little, letting the silk gown slip completely off one shoulder so your breast spills free.

“And you, Hee…” Your voice drops, teasing, sweet.

“You’re so loud tonight. Last night you were probably biting your lip trying to be quiet, right? But now that I’m watching… you can’t help it. You want me to hear how good it feels to share my pussy—even if it’s fake.”

Heeseung’s eyes flutter shut for a second. “Y/n—fuck—don’t—”

“Don’t what?” you coo, fingers pressing harder against your clit now, hips rocking subtly. “Don’t tell you how hot it is that you’re moaning like a slut while your cock rubs against Jake’s inside my toy? Don’t tell you how wet it’s making me?”

You watch them for a few more seconds—hips snapping, moans spilling louder and messier, the toy squelching with every brutal thrust—until the heat in your own core feels unbearable.

“Stop.”

Your voice cuts through the room like a whip, soft but firm.

Both of them freeze mid-thrust.

Jake’s hips stutter to a halt first; Heeseung’s follow a heartbeat later.

They’re panting hard, chests heaving, cocks still buried deep in the stretched silicone, flushed dark and leaking.

Their eyes snap to you—wide, glassy, desperate.

“Take it out,” you say calmly. “Slowly.”

They obey—Jake pulls back first with a low groan, then Heeseung, the toy making a wet, lewd pop as both cocks slip free.

They’re glistening with lube and pre-cum, veins throbbing, tips flushed angry red.

The toy is left dripping on the nightstand again, ruined.

You tilt your head toward Jake, voice sweet but commanding.

“Jakey… jerk Heeseung off with your hand. Nice and slow at first. Make him feel it.”

Jake doesn’t hesitate.

He shifts closer on his knees, wraps his fingers around Heeseung’s thick length—still slick from the toy—and gives one long, deliberate stroke from base to tip.

Heeseung’s whole body jerks like he’s been shocked.

A high, broken “ah—” spills out of him instantly.

His hips push forward on instinct, chasing the fist, shallow little thrusts that make Jake’s hand slide easier.

“Fuck—Jake—” Heeseung’s voice cracks, already whiny, already wrecked. His hands fist the sheets beside him, knuckles white.

Jake smirks, eyes flicking to you for approval before he speeds up just a fraction—twisting at the head the way he knows drives Heeseung insane.

Heeseung’s moans pitch higher, turning into these needy, breathy whimpers that fill the room.

You lean forward, resting your chin in your hand like you’re watching the most entertaining show.

“Look at you, Hee,” you murmur, voice dripping with teasing affection. “Already going crazy just from Jake’s hand. You’re pushing your hips like you can’t help it… so desperate.”

Heeseung’s head tips back, throat exposed, a long whine tearing out of him.

“Y/n—please—” His voice is so whiny now, high and trembling, nothing like his usual calm tone. “Feels—fuck—feels too good—”

You hum, pleased. “Yeah? You like when Jakey touches you like that? When he strokes you all slow and tight while I watch?”

Heeseung nods frantically, hips bucking into Jake’s fist again—small, helpless thrusts. “Yes—shit—yes, I like it—please don’t stop—”

Jake chuckles low, thumb swiping over the slit on every upstroke, smearing pre-cum down the shaft.

“He’s leaking so much, baby,” Jake tells you, voice rough. “Look how hard he is for us.”

You bite your lip, eyes locked on Heeseung’s face—flushed dark, brows pinched, mouth open in a constant stream of whiny moans and pleas.

“Poor Hee,” you coo, reaching out to trace one fingertip lightly down his chest, over a hard nipple.

He shudders violently at the touch. “You’re whining so pretty for me. Begging already and we’ve barely started.”

Heeseung’s hips jerk harder into Jake’s hand. “Y/n—please—need—need to come—please—”

“Not yet,” you say softly, almost gently. “Jake, slow down. Edge him a little. I want to hear more of those sweet little sounds.”

Jake obeys instantly—his strokes turn torturously slow, loose enough to tease but tight enough to keep Heeseung right on the edge.

Heeseung lets out a long, frustrated whine, hips twitching uselessly, chasing the friction.

“Fuck—Jake—y/n—” His voice breaks again, whiny and wrecked. “Please—please let me—can’t—can’t take it—”

You smile, slow and wicked, leaning closer so your breath ghosts over his ear.

“You can take it, baby,” you whisper. “You’re doing so good for us. Keep whining like that… it’s making me so wet.”

Heeseung’s whole body trembles. Another high, desperate whimper spills out, and his hips push weakly into Jake’s fist again.

Suddenly you lean forward, voice sharp and commanding.

“Jake. Stop.”

Jake’s hand freezes instantly, fingers still wrapped loosely around Heeseung’s throbbing length.

Heeseung lets out a broken, frustrated whimper—his hips jerk forward once more into the now-motionless fist, chasing friction that isn’t there anymore.

“Fuck—wait—” Heeseung gasps, voice high and shaky. “Please—don’t stop—”

But Jake obeys you without question. He lets go completely, hand falling away, leaving Heeseung’s cock bobbing untouched in the air, leaking steadily onto the sheets.

Heeseung’s whine turns almost pathetic, hips twitching uselessly.

You smile—slow, wicked, eyes locked on Heeseung’s flushed, desperate face.

“Now it’s your turn, Hee.”

You tilt your head toward Jake, who’s kneeling there breathing hard, cock flushed dark and dripping, veins standing out from how long he’s been edged by the toy and the sight of everythig.

“Jerk Jake off,” you say, voice sweet but unyielding. “Same way he did to you. Slow at first… make him feel every second. And don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Heeseung blinks, still dazed and panting, but the command registers. His eyes flick to Jake—then back to you—then to Jake again.

Waves of red creeps up his neck, but he doesn’t hesitate long. He shifts closer on his knees, reaches out with a slightly trembling hand, and wraps his fingers around Jake’s length.

Jake hisses through his teeth the second Heeseung touches him—hips jerking forward instinctively.

“Fuck—hyung—”

Heeseung starts slow, just like you ordered. Long, deliberate strokes from base to tip, thumb circling the slick head on every upstroke. Jake’s abs clench hard, a low groan rumbling out of him immediately.

Heeseung’s breathing is still ragged, voice still a little whiny from his own denied orgasm, but there’s something gentle in the way he handles Jake now—like he’s savoring it.

You lean back on your hands again, legs spread wide, lace completely soaked and clinging to your folds

“That’s it, Hee,” you murmur, voice low and teasing.

“Look how pretty Jakey looks when you touch him. See how his hips are already pushing into your hand? Just like you were doing a minute ago.”

Jake lets out a rough laugh that breaks into a moan when Heeseung twists his wrist just right

“Shit—yeah—feels good, hyung—”

Heeseung’s eyes are glassy, flicking between Jake’s face and where his hand is working him. His own cock is still painfully hard, untouched, twitching every time Jake moans.

You bite your lip, watching the way Heeseung’s strokes get a little bolder, a little faster—still controlled, but hungry.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you tell him, voice dripping with praise. “Making Jake feel so nice… you love it, don’t you? Getting to touch him like this while I watch. Getting to hear him moan for you.”

Heeseung’s breath hitches. He nods—small, jerky—voice coming out whiny again, soft and wrecked.

“Yeah… fuck—love it… he feels so good in my hand…”

Jake’s head tips back, a string of curses falling from his lips as Heeseung speeds up just a fraction.

“Y/n—baby—he’s—fuck—he’s gonna make me come if he keeps—”

“Not yet,” you say quickly, sharp. “Heeseung, slow down again. Edge him. I want to see Jake whine too.”

Heeseung obeys instantly—his strokes turn torturously slow, loose enough to tease, thumb barely grazing the slit. Jake’s hips buck forward desperately, chasing the touch.

“Hyung—please—” Jake’s voice cracks now, turning high and needy. “Don’t—fuck—don’t tease—”

Heeseung lets out a soft, shaky laugh—still whiny himself—eyes flicking to you for approval.

You smile, pleased, fingers slipping under the lace to circle your clit again.

“Good boy,” you tell Heeseung. “Keep going. Make him beg like you were begging.”

Heeseung’s hand keeps moving—slow, deliberate, torturous—while Jake’s moans turn into these broken, pleading little sounds that match Heeseung’s earlier desperation perfectly.

The room fills with their combined breathing, their whiny pleas, the wet slick of skin on skin.

Jake’s hips twitch forward into Heeseung’s slow fist, his voice cracking on a desperate moan.

“Mmm—fuck—g-gonna—”

“Stop, Hee,” you cut in sharply.

Heeseung’s hand freezes mid-stroke. Jake lets out a broken whine, cock throbbing untouched in the air, leaking steadily.

You slide off the edge of the bed and drop to your knees between them, silk pooling around your thighs.

Without a word you hook your fingers into the top of your lingerie and drag it down, freeing your breasts completely—nipples already hard, flushed, begging.

Both boys stare, breathing ragged. Their hands fly to their own cocks on instinct, pumping fast and sloppy while they watch you.

You lean in, cupping your tits and slowly pressing them together, sliding their leaking tips right into the soft, warm valley between them.

They groan in unison—low, wrecked.

Jake’s head tips back. “Fuck… baby, your tits—better than anything—”

You smirk, squeezing your breasts tighter around them, letting them thrust shallowly into the slick heat.

“Good boys,” you murmur. “Keep going. Come all over them for me.”

You stare up at them from your knees, eyes wide and dark, lips parted as you watch every twitch of their faces, every desperate pump of their fists.

Jake’s breath hitches. “Fuck, baby—don’t stare at us like that,” he groans, voice wrecked, hips stuttering. “You’re gonna make me lose it—”

Heeseung can’t even speak. He’s completely lost—eyes glassy, mouth slack, soft whiny moans spilling out as his hand flies over his cock. He’s staring right back at you like you’re the only thing in the world.

Then they break.

Jake comes first with a choked “Baby—fuck—” thick ropes spilling hot across your tits.

“O-oh shit— Y/n,” Heeseung follows right after, a long, broken whimper tearing from his throat as he unloads too, painting your chest in messy, warm streaks.

You don’t move—just let them cover you, let the heat drip down your skin while you keep looking up at them with that same hungry, teasing gaze.

Jake exhales hard, chest heaving. “He’s not done yet,” he rasps, voice dark.

You blink. “Huh?”

He doesn’t explain.

In one rough motion he hooks his hands under your arms, hauls you up off the floor like you weigh nothing, and tosses you back onto the bed.

You bounce once—gown rucked up around your waist, tits still glistening with their cum—before he’s on you.

He spreads your thighs with his knee, lines up, and slides in deep in one hard thrust. You’re already soaked, walls fluttering around him instantly.

“Fuck—yes—” you gasp, back arching.

Jake snaps his hips forward again, burying himself deep with a rough groan, your walls clenching tight around him. You’re already soaked, slick sounds filling the room every time he bottoms out.

“Fuck—your real pussy,” he pants, voice gravel-rough, “so much better than that toy. Tight, wet, sucking me in like you need it—shit, baby—”

He pounds harder, relentless, making the bed creak. Your moans spill out loud and broken, high-pitched every time he hits that spot.

Heeseung’s kneeling right beside your head, hand wrapped around his leaking cock, stroking fast while he watches Jake ruin you. His breathing is shaky, eyes dark and glassy.

You turn your face toward him, lips parted, voice wrecked between gasps.

“Come here—Hee—want your cock in my mouth—”

Heeseung moans instantly—low, desperate—and shifts closer.

His free hand cups your cheek so gently, thumb brushing your lower lip as he guides himself past your lips.

You take him in eagerly, tongue swirling, sucking hard while Jake keeps slamming into you from behind.

“Fuck—y/n—” Heeseung whimpers, fingers trembling as they thread softly into your hair, holding your face like you’re fragile even as his hips twitch forward. “So good—your mouth—ah—”

Jake laughs breathlessly, pace never slowing. “Look at him, baby—falling apart just from your tongue while I fuck you stupid.”

You moan around Heeseung’s length, the vibration making him whine and buck shallowly, both of them completely lost in you.

“Missed you so fucking much,” he hisses through clenched teeth, voice low and ragged right against your ear. “Every second—couldn’t stop thinking about this tight little pussy—fuck—”

The words break into a groan as your walls flutter around him, sucking him in harder. You’re already a complete mess—whiny, high-pitched moans spilling out nonstop, every thrust punching the air out of your lungs.

“Jake—oh god—please—harder—” Your voice cracks, pathetic and needy, hands scrabbling at the sheets, then at his back, nails leaving red lines.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes from how full he feels, how deep he’s hitting.

He growls low in his throat, hips snapping faster—relentless, punishing. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with your broken cries and his rough breathing.

“Gonna—fuck—gonna come, baby—” he warns, voice strained, hips stuttering. “Right inside you—take it—”

One last brutal thrust and he buries himself to the hilt, cock pulsing hard as he spills deep, hot and thick, flooding you.

His whole body shakes, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a choked “Y/n—shit—”

Heeseung’s voice comes out soft, almost shy, barely above a whisper.

“Can I…?”

You turn your face toward him, eyes half-lidded, lips curling into a lazy, satisfied smirk. You give the faintest nod—slow, teasing, permission wrapped in that hazy.

Jake chuckles low against your neck, already pulling out with a wet sound that makes you whimper. “Go on, hyung. She’s waiting.”

They switch—Jake slides to the side, kneeling where Heeseung was, while Heeseung moves behind you. His hands are careful at first, gentle, sliding up your hips as he lines himself up.

Then he pushes in—slow at first, then deeper in one smooth glide.

“Fuck—so tight,” Heeseung groans, voice cracking on the last word. His hips stutter when your walls clamp down around him, still slick and warm from Jake’s cum.

You moan instantly—high and needy, back arching off the bed as he fills you completely. “Hee—oh god—”

Heeseung’s grip tightens, fingers digging into your waist. He pulls back just to thrust in again—harder this time—groaning like he’s losing his mind.

“Been thinking about this—fuck—about being inside you for real—” His voice is wrecked, hips snapping forward in short, desperate strokes. “So much better—so fucking good—”

You’re already a whiny mess again, hands fisting the sheets, moans spilling out every time he bottoms out.

Jake watches, smirking, one hand lazily stroking himself as he leans in to kiss your shoulder.

“Tell him how good he feels, baby,” Jake murmurs against your skin. “He’s dying for it.”

You can barely form words, but you manage a broken, “So good—Hee—don’t stop—”

Heeseung thrusts deeper, slow at first, then harder—steady, relentless—his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. You can’t stay quiet; soft, needy moans spill out with every roll of his hips, voice pitching higher the longer he fucks you.

“Fuck—Hee—yes—” you gasp, head tipping back, fingers twisting in the sheets.

Jake leans in close, lips brushing yours in messy, open-mouthed kisses.

Between each one he whispers against your mouth, voice low and rough,

“Does he feel good, baby? Tell me.”

You nod frantically—eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed—too overwhelmed to form full words. “Mhm—yeah—s-so good—”

Heeseung groans at your sounds, hands sliding up to cup your breasts. He gropes them firmly, thumbs flicking over your nipples, squeezing just hard enough to make you arch and whimper louder into Jake’s kiss.

“God, you’re perfect,” Heeseung mutters, hips snapping forward harder as he kneads you,

Heeseung’s restraint snaps.

His hips pick up speed—sharp, deep, relentless—each thrust slamming home with a wet smack that echoes in the room. The bed creaks under the force; your body jolts forward every time he bottoms out, breasts bouncing in his groping hands.

“Fuck—y/n—” he groans, voice low and wrecked, fingers digging into your tits harder, thumbs flicking your nipples in time with his rhythm.

You lose it.

Control slips away fast. Your moans turn into high, broken cries—raw, desperate, no filter left. “Hee—oh god—too much—fuck—right there—”

Your hands scramble—one clawing at the sheets, the other reaching back to grab his thigh, nails biting skin like you need an anchor.

Your back arches sharply, head thrown back against his shoulder, mouth open in a constant stream of whiny, pleading sounds.

“More—please—don’t stop—Heeseung—”

He growls low in his throat, pace turning brutal. One hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you still so he can pound even deeper, hitting that spot over and over until your thighs shake uncontrollably.

“Taking me so well,” he pants, voice trembling with how close he is. “So tight—fuck—gonna make me come again—”

You’re barely coherent anymore—just gasping, whimpering, clenching around him like your body’s trying to pull him in deeper. Tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, every nerve lit up and screaming.

Jake watches from the side, stroking himself lazily, eyes dark and hungry. “Look at her, hyung. She’s gone—completely fucking gone for you.”

Heeseung only groans in response, hips stuttering as he drives you both right to the edge.

Heeseung’s thrusts turn erratic—fast, deep, desperate—his hands squeezing your tits hard as he chases the edge.

You squeal, voice breaking, thighs shaking. “Hee—you’re gonna make me cum—fuck—!”

He groans low and wrecked, hips slamming forward one last time. “Fuck—I’m cumming too—!”

A few more brutal snaps and you both shatter.

Your whole body locks up—walls pulsing around him as you come hard, crying out his name in broken gasps.

Heeseung buries himself deep with a guttural moan, cock throbbing as he spills inside you, hot and endless.

You tremble together, breathless and wrecked.

Jake watches from the side, stroking himself slowly, then lets out a dark, amused chuckle.

“Fuck… look at you two. Completely ruined.”

Heeseung’s hips give one last weak stutter before he collapses forward—unintentionally, boneless—his face landing right between your breasts, hot breath fanning over your skin. He’s panting, sweaty, completely spent.

You let out a soft, breathless chuckle, fingers sliding lazily into his damp hair. “Careful, Hee… you’re heavy when you’re wrecked.”

Jake shifts beside you, still catching his own breath, then gently lays his head on top of yours, cheek pressed to your hair, one arm draping loosely over your waist.

He exhales a tired laugh against your scalp.

As a plus size girly, I YEARNNNN for this 😩

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The first time Jay saw you, the whole world narrowed down to one point.

You were standing near the edge of the crowded rooftop party, laughing loud enough that it cut cleanly through the music, head tipped back, one hand on your hip, the other gesturing wildly as you told a story to your friends.

The golden hour light was doing criminal things to your skin, catching every curve, every roll, every soft place your body occupied with shameless, radiant confidence.

Your dress hugged you exactly the way it was supposed to—bright color, deep neckline, fabric that moved with you instead of fighting you.

You looked like joy wearing clothes.

He didn’t even realize he’d stopped walking until someone bumped into him.

Jay isn’t the type to believe in love at first sight. He’s practical.

Observant.

A little guarded.

But that evening something cracked open inside his chest anyway.

Not lust (though yeah, that was there too).

Something softer. Hungrier.

You caught him staring.

Instead of looking away or getting shy, you raised one perfectly arched brow, smirked like you knew exactly what he was thinking, and then—very deliberately—gave him a slow once-over right back. Head to toe.

Unapologetic. Playful. Challenging.

He was done for.

He’s already moving before his brain catches up.

He weaves through the crowd, heart doing an embarrassing little sprint, until he’s standing in front of you.

“Hey,” he says, voice low but clear over the music. No hesitation. No game. Just— “You’re pretty.”

You blink once. Then your lips curve, slow and dangerous.

“That’s your opener?” you ask, teasing, but your eyes are sparkling.

Jay shrugs, small crooked smile tugging at his mouth. “It’s not an opener if it’s the truth.”

You look him up and down—leisurely, shameless—taking in the black button-up rolled to his elbows, the silver chain at his collar, the way he’s standing like he’s already decided you’re his favorite person here.

“Bold,” you say, tilting your head. “I like bold.”

You laugh—full, warm, unfiltered—and Jay feels it in his chest like a hook.

“I’m Y/n,” you say, offering your hand like a queen bestowing a favor.

“Jay.” He takes your hand, doesn’t shake it—just holds it, thumb brushing once over your knuckles. “Wanna get out of here? Somewhere quieter? I wanna hear you talk.”

You smiled warmly. “ I’d love that.”

Months passed like a slow burn.

Coffee dates that turned into long dinners, late-night talks on your couch, his hand eventually finding the soft dip of your waist like it belonged there.

Every time you laughed, every time you spoke your mind without shrinking, every time you filled a room just by walking into it—he fell a little harder.

When you finally kissed, months after that rooftop, it felt like the most inevitable thing in the world.

Like the universe had been holding its breath.

And once you were his?

Jay became helplessly, happily obsessed.

He’s always touching you.

Not in a possessive way—more like he can’t quite believe you’re real and he’s allowed to have this.

Fingers tracing the curve where your hip flares out, palm resting warm and steady on the full softness of your stomach when you’re cuddling, thumb brushing over the swell of your thigh when you’re sitting side by side.

He’ll reach for your hand in the middle of a sentence just to lace your fingers together.

He’ll pull you back against his chest when you’re cooking, chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle like it’s his favorite place on Earth (it is).

He calls you beautiful so often it almost embarrasses you—but he says it with such quiet sincerity that you start to believe it.

In private, though?

When the lights are low and it’s just the two of you?

That’s when the worship really shows.

He undresses you slowly, in awe, like he’s unwrapping something sacred.

Every new inch of skin revealed gets kissed.

Softly. Then again. And again.

He murmurs against your collarbone, your ribs, the generous curve under your breast, “God, look at you.”

Not performative.

Not just sweet talk.

He sounds wrecked.

Like seeing you bare still steals the air from his lungs every single time.

He spends long minutes kissing and stroking the places you used to try to hide—your belly, your sides, the fullness of your hips, the plush give of your thighs.

He’ll press open-mouthed kisses there until you’re trembling, until you forget to feel self-conscious, until all you can feel is how much he wants you exactly like this.

Now he’s settled between your thighs.

He’s on his stomach, arms hooked under your legs, big hands splayed wide over the softness of your hips and the tops of your thighs, holding you open for him.

He starts slow.

A soft kiss right at the crease where thigh meets center.

Then another.

Then the flat of his tongue, warm and broad, dragging up the length of you in one long, luxurious stroke that ends with a gentle swirl over your clit.

Your hips lift on instinct; he hums in approval, the vibration sinking straight into you.

“God, you taste so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs against you, voice low and rough.“Can’t get enough of this pussy.

He dives back in.

This time he’s focused—lips closing around your clit, sucking softly while the tip of his tongue flicks in tight, steady circles.

One of your hands flies to his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, gripping just hard enough that he groans into you.

The sound makes your toes curl.

“Jay—” your voice comes out breathy, soft, almost surprised at how wrecked you already sound.

He answers by flattening his tongue again, licking slow and filthy from your entrance back up, collecting every bit of wetness like he’s starving for it.

Then he pushes his tongue inside you—deep, curling—while his nose nudges against your clit with every movement.

Your thighs tremble around his head; he tightens his grip on your hips, keeping you right where he wants you.

You moan—quiet at first, more like a sigh that catches in your throat.

But when he starts alternating—sucking your clit again, then dipping back down to fuck you slowly with his tongue—the sounds get louder, needier.

Soft, broken little moans that make his cock throb painfully against the mattress.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging harder now.

Not guiding—just holding on.

He loves it.

Loves the way you pull him closer like you can’t stand even an inch of space between his mouth and your body.

“Like that?” he breathes against you, lips shiny, voice thick. “Tell me, baby.”

You can barely form words. “Y-yes—fuck, Jay—don’t stop—”

He doesn’t.

He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder so he can get even deeper, the new angle letting him press his whole face against you.

He’s messy with it now—chin slick, lips swollen, groaning every time your hips roll against his tongue.

One hand slides up to palm one of your plump breast, thumb brushing over your nipple while the other keeps your thigh spread wide.

Your moans turn into these sweet, helpless whimpers—high and shaky—every time he sucks just right or curls his tongue in that one perfect spot.

Your whole body is trembling now, stomach clenching, thighs shaking around his ears.

“Jay—oh god—gonna—” Your voice cracks, fingers yanking at his hair hard enough to sting.

He lets go of you only long enough to shove his pants and boxers down in one impatient, almost clumsy motion—fabric pooling around his ankles before he kicks them aside without looking.

His cock springs free, thick and already flushed dark at the tip, glistening slightly from how long he’s been aching for you

He exhales roughly through his nose, eyes locked on your face.

“Come here, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked.

One hand finds the back of your head again—not rough, never rough with you—just steady, warm, guiding.

You shift forward on your knees, settling between his thighs where he’s now sitting on the edge of the bed.

He spreads his legs wider to make room for you, the muscles in his thighs flexing under your palms as you brace yourself against him.

He guides you gently, fingers threading through your hair, cradling rather than pushing.

When your lips brush the head of him, he hisses softly, hips twitching forward on instinct before he catches himself.

“Fuck…yeah baby.” he breathes.

You wrap your lips around him slowly, taking just the tip at first—soft, teasing suction, tongue swirling over the sensitive slit.

His hand tightens slightly in your hair, not pulling, just holding on like he needs the anchor.

A low, broken sound rumbles in his chest.

You slide down further, taking more of him inch by inch, letting your tongue press flat along the underside the way you know makes his thighs shake.

His breathing turns ragged almost immediately—short, uneven huffs that catch every time you hollow your cheeks and suck.

“God, baby… look at you,” he rasps, voice thick with something close to awe. “Taking me so good… so fucking perfect.”

You hum around him in answer, the vibration making his hips jerk and a curse slip out under his breath.

One of his hands leaves your hair to brace against the mattress behind him; the other stays right where it is, cradling the back of your head

You find a rhythm—slow, wet pulls of your mouth, tongue dragging along every ridge, every vein, then swirling around the head on the upstroke before sinking back down again.

Drool starts to gather at the corners of your lips; it drips down his shaft and you chase it with your tongue, messy and unhurried.

His head tips back for a second when you take him deep again, throat relaxing around him, lips sealed tight as you slide back up slow and wet.

The sound he makes is low, almost a growl caught in his chest.

His fingers flex in your hair—not pulling, just trembling with how hard he’s trying to stay still for you.

Then his free hand moves.

It drifts down, big palm finding the soft, heavy curve of one of your breasts.

He cups it immediately.

Your tits are full, plush, spilling slightly over his fingers as he squeezes—gentle at first, testing the give of you, then firmer when you moan around his cock at the pressure.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice cracking open. “These… god, baby.

He kneads you slowly, thumb brushing over your nipple once, twice, then circling it until it pebbles hard under his touch.

Every time you hollow your cheeks and suck a little harder, he groans and squeezes again—deeper this time, fingers sinking into the softness, lifting and shaping you in his palm like he can’t get enough of how you fill his hand.

You feel the way his hips twitch forward, helpless little rocks he can’t quite stop, matching the rhythm of your mouth.

His breathing is wrecked now—short, ragged pulls of air every time you drag your tongue along the underside or swirl around the head.

“Look at you,” he rasps, eyes heavy-lidded and dark, staring down at where your lips are stretched around him, where his hand is wrapped around the plump weight of your breast.

“Taking me so deep… letting me touch you like this… fuck, you’re perfect.”

He pinches your nipple lightly—enough to make you gasp around him, the vibration ripping another rough sound from his throat.

Then he soothes it immediately, thumb stroking over the sensitive peak in slow circles while his other hand stays cradled against the back of your head, guiding without ever forcing

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice thick with need. “Just like that… don’t stop… wanna feel you everywhere.”

He’s close—you can tell by the way his thighs tense under your hands, the way his abs clench every time you suck a little harder, the way his groans start to turn into these soft, desperate whimpers of your name.

But he doesn’t rush you.

You pull off him slowly, lips swollen and glistening, a soft, wet pop when you finally let him slip free.

His cock twitches against his stomach, flushed and slick from your mouth, and he lets out a shaky exhale that’s half groan, half laugh.

You look up at him through your lashes, voice low and needy, almost a whisper.

“Wanna feel you in me, baby.”

Yhe words hit him like a spark.

His eyes darken instantly, pupils blown wide, but the smile that spreads across his face is slow, soft, and so stupidly fond.

He reaches down, thumb brushing the corner of his own mouth where your lip gloss and his own spit had smeared.

He wipes it away , still smiling like he’s just been given the best secret in the world.

“God, you’re trouble,” he murmurs, voice rough but warm.

His other hand comes up, big and gentle, flattening your hair where it’s gotten messy from his fingers earlier.

He smooths it down with slow, careful strokes, tucking stray strands behind your ear.

“Look at you,” he says quietly, teasing but so full of adoration it barely counts as teasing.

“All pretty and flushed and impatient… couldn’t even let me finish catching my breath, huh?”

You bite your lip, half-laughing, half-whining, and he chuckles low in his throat.

“My needy little baby,” he continues, thumb tracing the shell of your ear now, then down along your jaw.

“Sucking me off like that, making those sweet little sounds… and now you want me inside you already? Greedy, greedy girl.”

He guides you down onto your back gently, like you’re something fragile and priceless all at once.

Hesettles between your thighs, his body hovering over yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth rolling off him.

His eyes never leave your face.

One hand braces beside your head, the other slides down the outside of your thigh, lifting it just a little higher so he can fit himself perfectly against you.

He drags the head of his cock through your wetness—slow, deliberate—coating himself, teasing both of you until your hips lift instinctively, chasing more

“Easy, baby,” he whispers, voice low and thick. “I’ve got you.”

He notches himself at your entrance, pressing just enough that you feel the stretch begin—thick, hot, insistent.

Your breath catches.

His free hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together and pressing your joined hands into the mattress beside your head.

Then he pushes in.

Slow.

Inch by inch, letting you feel every bit of him as he sinks deeper.

Your walls flutter and grip around the intrusion, welcoming him even as the stretch burns sweetly.

A long, soft moan spills from your lips before you can stop it—high and trembling, your head tipping back into the pillow.

“Fuck… there she is,” he breathes, sounding almost pained with how good you feel. “That’s it… let me hear you.”

He keeps going until he’s buried to the hilt, hips flush against yours, both of you trembling from how perfectly you fit together.

He stays there for a long moment—perfectly still—letting you adjust, letting you feel the full, heavy weight of him inside you.

Your thighs shake on either side of his hips.

Your free hand flies up to clutch at his shoulder, nails digging in just a little.

Another soft, broken moan escapes when he gives the tiniest roll of his hips—just enough to nudge even deeper.

“Jay…” Your voice cracks on his name, needy and raw.

He leans down, forehead pressing to yours, nose brushing yours, lips so close you can taste his breath.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs, voice shaking with restraint. “So warm… so tight… like you were made for me.”

He starts to move then—slow, deep drags out and then back in, every stroke deliberate, every inch of him rubbing against every sensitive place inside you.

Each time he bottoms out you moan again—soft, helpless little sounds that make his eyes flutter closed for a second before he forces them open again so he can watch you.

“Look at me, baby,” he whispers, squeezing your hand tighter. “Wanna see your face when I’m this deep in you.”

You do.

You open your eyes and meet his gaze—dark, wrecked, overflowing with adoration—and the next slow thrust pulls another long, trembling moan from your throat.

He keeps the rhythm slow and deep—long, rolling thrusts that let him feel every inch of you clenching around him, every flutter, every little shiver that runs through your body when he hits just right.

And because he’s taking his time, because he’s savoring every second of being buried inside you, he gets to watch the way your body moves with him.

Your soft belly jiggles gently with each careful push forward—cute little ripples of plushness that appear and disappear in time with his hips.

Your full breasts sway and bounce softly too, heavy and perfect, nipples tight from how turned on you are.

Everything about you is moving—soft, warm, alive—and he can’t look away.

A slow, helpless smile spreads across his face.

“God, baby…” he breathes, voice thick with wonder and want. “Look at you.”

He dips his head and presses the softest, open-mouthed kiss right to the gentle curve of your belly—right where the sweetest roll of fat is trembling with his next slow thrust.

His lips linger there, warm , kissing again, then again, like he’s trying to taste how perfect you feel under him.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, lips brushing over that soft spot before he kisses a little higher, then higher still—until he reaches the underside of one breast.

He nuzzles there, kissing the plush swell, then drags his mouth over to your nipple and gives it a tender, sucking kiss that makes your back arch.

All the while he never stops moving.

Slow, deep, steady—each thrust making your belly and breasts bounce and jiggle again in that soft, hypnotic way that has him completely mesmerized.

Every time your body moves like that, his smile gets wider, softer, more wrecked with adoration.

“Love watching you like this,” he whispers, voice low and rough against your skin as he kisses another slow path across the top of your breast.

“Love how you move when I’m in you… love every little jiggle, every soft part of you.”

He punctuates the words with another deep roll of his hips, making everything ripple again, and he lets out a quiet, happy laugh that vibrates against your chest.

“Can’t get enough of it. Never gonna get enough, baby.”

He lifts his head just enough to meet your eyes—his own dark and glassy with how much he feels—and he keeps that same slow, loving rhythm while he leans down to kiss your mouth this time.

Soft. Deep. Devoted.

“Keep moving for me just like that, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your lips. “Let me feel all of you… every beautiful inch.”

But he’s starting to breathe harder now.

His kisses against your skin get hungrier, more open-mouthed.

His hand on your hip tightens just a fraction.

You’re both getting louder—soft moans turning into breathy little whimpers from you, low grunts and praises from him.

“Fuck, baby… you feel so good wrapped around me,” he murmurs against your throat, voice rougher than before.

“So warm… so fucking wet for me… listen to how wet you are.”

He punctuates it with a deeper thrust, slow but deliberate, making you gasp and clutch at his shoulders.

“You like that?” he asks, lips brushing your ear. “Like feeling me this deep?”

“Y-yes—Jay—fuck , yes—”

He groans, low and wrecked. “That’s it… keep talking to me, sweetheart. Love hearing you.”

You’re both glistening with sweat now, bodies sliding together perfectly.

Your thighs are trembling around his waist, your fingers digging into his back.

The wet sounds of him moving inside you fill the room—obscene and intimate—and it makes him even harder, makes his thrusts just a little less controlled.

He kisses you messy and deep, tongue sliding against yours, swallowing every soft moan you give him.

Then your breath hitches—sharper this time.

Your walls flutter hard around him, squeezing in that telltale way.

“B-baby—” your voice breaks, high and shaky. “I’m—oh god—I’m gonna cum—”

His whole body tenses at the words.

He pulls back just enough to look at you—eyes dark, pupils blown, lips parted.

“Yeah?” he rasps, voice dropping lower, rougher. l

“You’re gonna come on my cock, baby?”

You nod frantically, nails raking lightly down his back.

“Please—please don’t stop—”

He smiles—slow, filthy, devastating.

“Then come for me,” he murmurs. “Let me feel it.”

And that’s when he finally lets go of the leash.

He picks up the pace—not frantic, but steady, purposeful, harder.

Each thrust deeper, more insistent, hips snapping forward with just enough force to make your breasts bounce harder, to make your soft belly jiggle in that way that still drives him wild.

“Fuck—yes—right there,” you cry out, voice cracking.

He groans loud now, unrestrained.

“That’s it—fuck, squeeze me just like that—god, you’re so tight when you’re close—”

“Come on, baby,” he pants, voice thick and desperate.

“Come all over me—wanna feel you shaking—wanna hear you—”

You’re right there—right on the edge—moaning his name over and over, louder now, helpless and needy.

“Jay—Jay—oh fuck—I’m—”

Your orgasm crashes through your hard—walls clamping down around him in tight, pulsing waves, thighs shaking, back arching off the bed.

You cry out—high and broken—fingers twisting in the sheets, in his hair, anywhere you can hold on.

“Fuck—yes—give it to me—just like that—fuck, baby, you’re so perfect—

He rides you through the whole thing, hips stuttering only when your pulsing squeezes become tooomuch, when your moans turn into these sweet, overwhelmed whimpers.

“Good girl,” he whispers, voice hoarse and tender. “So fucking good for me.”

He slows to a gentle grind, still buried deep, chest heaving as he looks down at you—flushed, dazed, lips parted, eyes glassy and half-lidded in that perfect fucked-out haze.

A low, breathless chuckle rumbles out of him.

“Fuck… look at you,” he pants, voice wrecked and fond. “So damn cute like this.”

He leans down, capturing your mouth in a slow, messy kiss—tongue lazy and sweet—while his big hands slide to your sides, squeezing the soft plush of your waist, thumbs stroking over the curves he loves so much.

He pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips, smiling like he’s never been happier.

Hi baddie! Aw ilysm !! don’t be nervous…..you’re literally chatting with a delusional person i— but this is sooo cute and hot 🥵 (read undercut)

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Jay walks through the door like he’s carrying the whole damn week on his shoulders—shoes kicked off carelessly, jacket half-on, half-off, eyes heavy and unfocused.

He doesn’t even say hello.

Just drops his bag, exhales something that’s more growl than sigh, and heads straight for you on the couch.

You don’t ask stupid questions like “rough day?” You already know.

“C’mere, baby,” you murmur, patting your lap.

He hesitates for half a second—like he’s still trying to be the tough one—then gives in.

Collapses against you, face-first into your chest, arms wrapping around your middle.

His whole body is tense at first, coiled tight, but the second your fingers slide into his hair and start petting slow, deliberate strokes from his scalp down to his neck, he makes this broken little sound against your sternum.

“There’s my good boy,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head. “You did so much today. So strong. Now you get to be small with me.”

He doesn’t answer with words.

Just nuzzles harder, nosing under the loose neckline of your sleep shirt until he finds skin.

You help him—lifting the fabric, guiding his head until his mouth is right where he wants it.

The moment his lips close around your nipple he lets out this long, shaky exhale, like he’s finally allowed to breathe.

His tongue moves lazy, needy, not trying to get you off—just soothing himself.

Sucking slow and deep, the way a tired baby would, eyes already fluttering closed.

You cradle the back of his head with one hand, the other slipping down the front of his sweats.

He’s already half-hard from the closeness, from the safety.

You wrap your fingers around him—warm, thick, familiar—and start stroking with the same gentle rhythm you’re using on his scalp.

You let out a soft moan as he sucks, the sound slipping past your lips before you can catch it—quiet, involuntary, warm.

it’s just your body answering his mouth without permission.

“Ohhh, baby,” you breathe, voice trembling with affection and heat.

“That’s it…You’re doing so good. Look at you—making me feel so good just by sucking like that.”

You stroke the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, petting him slow and indulgent while your other hand twists gently around the head of his cock, spreading the slickness down his length.

He whimpers around your nipple at the praise, hips twitching into your grip.

His fingers between your legs stutter for a second before they start rubbing again—lazy little circles over your clit, mirroring the rhythm of his mouth on you.

Your hand keeps moving on him—steady, loving strokes, never rushing, just enough pressure to keep him thick and leaking in your palm.

Then he does it again: a deeper, hungrier suck, cheeks hollowing as he draws you in like he’s starving for it.

“You love this, don’t you?” you murmur, voice all soft.

“Love being my sweet little baby, sucking on my tits while I take care of you. You’re so fucking good at it, Jay. Every time you suck a little harder I get wetter for you—feel how slippery you’re making me?”

Another soft moan escapes you when he obeys without thinking—lips tightening, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak like he’s chasing more of those sounds from you.

“Yes—fuck, yes, just like that,” you gasp, arching your back a little so he can take more.

“My beautiful boy… you’re making me feel so good. Don’t stop, okay? Keep sucking. Keep being my good, needy baby. I love hearing how much you need me.”

He lets out a muffled, broken sound against your skin—half whine, half moan—and his hips start rocking shallowly into your fist now, chasing the warmth of your hand while his fingers keep lazily playing with your clit.

Not trying to make either of you come yet.

Just… staying in it, soaking up everything.

“My favorite boy. Keep going, baby… S-so so proud of you.”

He’s sucking harder now, greedy little pulls that send sparks straight down your spine, and when your hips twitch under his hand you can’t hold it back—a swallowed moan slips out, muffled but desperate.

“Fuck…” you whine, voice high and shaky, “you’re gonna make me cum, baby…”

The words barely leave you before his fingers speed up on your clit—firmer, faster little circles that make your thighs tremble and your hips roll up into his touch.

He stays latched to your nipple, humming low against your skin like he’s drinking down every sound you make.

Then he pulls off with a wet pop, lips shiny and swollen, eyes glassy and dark as he looks up at you.

“Fuck—me too, baby,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “Together?”

You bite your lip hard, nodding fast, too wound up to speak.

He dives back to your breast, sucking deep and desperate while his fingers work you relentlessly.

Your hand speeds up on his cock—tight, slick strokes matching the frantic rhythm he’s set between your legs.

It hits fast.

Your back arches, a broken little cry tearing out of you as you come hard around his fingers, pulsing, soaking his hand.

The second you start shaking he groans loud against your tit, hips jerking as he spills over your fist—hot, messy pulses while his whole body locks up against yours.

You both ride it out trembling, breathing ragged, his mouth still loosely pressed to your chest like he can’t bear to let go completely.

After a few heartbeats he finally softens, nuzzling into you with a tired, contented hum.

hey bb! omg these stepcest are driving me wild 💀

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You stand in front of the full-length mirror in your room, sliding the tight black dress up over your hips.

The fabric clings to your body, stretching taut across your chest as you tug it into place.

Your tits are pushed high and together, practically spilling over the low neckline—exactly the look you were going for.

The zipper rasps up your back with a final, satisfying click.

Behind you, Jake’s already finished getting ready.

He’s sprawled on your bed like he owns it, one arm behind his head, the other resting lazily over the obvious bulge in his pants.

He hasn’t said a word since he wandered in ten minutes ago.

He’s just… watching. Hungry.

You catch his eyes in the mirror.

They’re locked on your cleavage like it’s the only thing in the room that matters.

He lets out a rough, “Oh fuck, sis,” voice low and wrecked.

His head drops back against your headboard with a soft thud, throat working as he swallows hard.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

You smirk, turning slowly so he gets the full view—curve of your ass, dip of your waist, the way the dress barely contains everything he’s obsessed with.

“What?” you tease, voice innocent. “Too much?”

His eyes drag up your body, dark and glassy.

“Way too fucking much.”

You step closer, heels clicking softly, stopping right between his spread knees.

Close enough that he can smell your perfume, close enough that if he reached out he could touch.

You lean down a little, hands braced on either side of him on the mattress, giving him an even better angle down the front of the dress.

His gaze drops straight to your tits again, pupils blown.

He groans like he’s in actual pain.

“Goddamn. Look at them. Just… fuck. I need my mouth on you. Right now.”

You arch a brow, staying just out of reach. “Party’s in twenty minutes, Jake. Mom and Dad are downstairs setting up. You really think you can behave?”

He sits up fast, hands hovering at your hips without quite touching—like he’s afraid one wrong move and he’ll rip the dress clean off you.

“I’ll be so fucking careful,” he rasps.

“Promise. Won’t even wrinkle it. Just… let me taste you. Let me suck on those pretty tits while you ride me. Please, baby.”

You tilt your head, pretending to consider it.

 “If you ruin this dress—even a little—I stop. No cumming. Not once. You’ll be walking around hard and miserable all night.”

His jaw clenches. “I won’t. Swear.”

You hook yoyr fingers under the neckline.

The fabric is stretchy, forgiving.

You tug it down slowly—tits spill free, heavy and full, nipples already peaked from the cool air and the way he’s looking at you.

No bra underneath.

Just bare, soft curves bouncing slightly.

Jake’s breathing turns ragged. “Fuck yes.”

You push Jake back against the headboard so he’s half-reclined, legs spread, jeans shoved down just enough.

His cock stands thick and flushed, still slick from the first round.

You climb onto the bed and straddle him properly—knees bracketing his hips, facing him so your tits hang right in his face.

His hands come up to cup your breasts—gentle, thumbs brushing the undersides like he’s handling something precious.

“These are mine. Look at how perfect they are.”

His lips close around it immediately—hot, wet, perfect suction that pulls a soft, involuntary moan from your throat.

“Mm… Jakey,” you breathe, voice already shaky. “Your mouth feels so good.”

He groans against your skin, the vibration shooting straight between your legs.

His tongue swirls slow, lazy circles around the peak before he sucks again—deeper this time, cheeks hollowing.

One hand comes up to cup the underside of your breast, thumb brushing the soft curve while he works the nipple.

You thread your fingers into his hair, holding him there, hips swaying forward instinctively.

“Just like that… fuck, don’t stop.”

He switches to the other one without warning—mouth latching on with the same greedy hunger.

“God, these tits,” he mumbles between pulls, voice muffled and rough.

“Taste so fucking good… been dying to have my mouth on them since you zipped that dress up.”

You moan louder—quiet enough not to carry downstairs, but needy. “Jakey… mm, yes… suck harder.”

Your head tips back, eyes fluttering shut.

You roll your hips once on his buldge —slow, deliberate, grinding down in a smooth circle that drags your soaked core right along his length.

Jake’s head drops back against the headboard with a soft thud.

“Fuck… baby,” he whispers, voice wrecked and barely audible. 

His hands hover at your hips, not quite touching, like he’s afraid one wrong move will break his promise.

“You’re so wet already… feel that? Grinding right on my dick like you can’t help it.”

You lean in closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear, voice a soft, breathy whisper.

“So hard, Jakey… you’re so fucking hard for me.”

“Fuck this,” he whispers suddenly, voice rough and desperate.

One quick hand drops between you, fumbling and shoving his boxers down just enough to free himself.

His cock springs up, hot and heavy, flushed dark and already leaking at the tip.

It slaps against your inner thigh with a soft, wet sound that makes you both shiver.

He doesn’t waste time.

His other hand slides under your bunched dress, fingers hooking the edge of your panties and tugging them roughly to the side.

cool air hitting your slick folds for half a second before his blunt head notches right at your entrance.

His mouth is still hovering over your tits—lips parted, breath hot and uneven against one swollen nipple.

He doesn’t latch on yet.

Just breathes there, teasing, eyes locked on yours like he’s daring you to move first.

You don’t make him wait.

You sink down in one smooth, deliberate drop—taking him to the hilt in a single glide.

The stretch filled you so deep your breath catches hard.

Jake hisses through clenched teeth, head tipping back for a second before snapping forward again.

“So fucking tight—yes!” The words come out sharp, almost pained, hips jerking up on instinct to bury himself even deeper.

You moan low, hands braced on his shoulders, tits brushing his lips with every tiny shift.

“Jakey…”

“Ride me, baby,” he whispers, the words vibrating right against your skin

You moan softly at the command, hips rolling forward instinctively.

The movement drags him even deeper, grinding your clit against his base in a slow, filthy circle that makes you both shudder.

“Like this, Jakey?”

“Fuck yes,” he hisses, head tipping back for a second before he dives forward.

Lips close around your nipple—hot, wet suction pulling another whimper from your throat.

“Just like that… ride me, baby. Use me. Fuck yourself on my cock while I suck these perfect tits.”

Jake’s mouth is already on you, lips sealed around one nipple sucking greedy, making your toes curl.

He switches between your tits like he can’t get enough—hot tongue swirling, deep pulls that drag moans straight out of your throat.

Your hands fly to his head, fingers threading tight into his hair, holding him right there against your chest.

You’re lost in it—the wet heat of his mouth, the thick drag of him inside you, the way your clit grinds against his base with every roll.

Your hips move on instinct now, faster, smoother, chasing that building heat.

“Mm… Jakey,” you breathe, voice shaky and wrecked.

“Don’t stop sucking… feels so fucking good…”

He groans low against your skin, the vibration shooting straight to your core.

His hands slide down—soft at first, palms cupping the curves of your ass through the dress.

He lets you ride him exactly how you want.

You’re riding him harder now—long, rolling strokes that lift you almost off him , tits bouncing against his face;

he chases them, sucking one nipple then the other, never breaking rhythm.

“Jakey—I’m gonna cum… fuck, I’m so close…”

He pulls off your nipple just long enough to rasp, “Shit, baby—me too.”

His voice is wrecked, breath hot on your wet skin. 

His hands tighten on your ass—fingers digging in now, nails pressing through the thin fabric of the dress as he starts thrusting up to meet you.

The sudden grip makes you gasp. “Jakey—fuck—don’t ruin the dress!”

He freezes for half a second—eyes flashing wide—then his hold eases instantly, palms flattening again, sliding up to your hips instead.

He keeps thrusting, but careful now—measured, deep rolls that still hit every perfect spot without yanking or tearing.

“Sorry, baby—fuck—won’t ruin it,” he pants, mouth latching back onto your nipple.

“Just… come for me. Come on my cock while I’m sucking these tits.—mm— wanna feel it.”

You do—hard and fast.

Your walls clamp down around him tightly, pulsing as the orgasm rips through you.

You cry out his name in a broken whisper—“Jakey—yes—” hips grinding down one last time, trembling all over.

He follows right after—spilling hot inside you.

He muffled, “fuck—baby—” groaned straight into your chest.

When you finally catch your breath, he pulls back just enough to look up at you—lips swollen, eyes dark and glassy.

He smirks, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Told you I could behave… mostly.”

HEY BADDIE, AH RIGHTTTTT THIS IS HOTTT AND LONG ;)

——

Mom and stepdad were out bonding. You and your older stepbrother Heeseung? You were staying in for bonding.

“Yo, wanna watch a movie?” Heeseung asked walking over to the couch where you are, sitting crisscrossed in your pjs.

“Yo, wanna watch a movie?” Heeseung asked, dropping onto the couch beside you.

You were curled up crisscrossed in your tiny pajama shorts and tank.

You nodded.

He smirks and eyes scanning the netflix homepage , scrolling and came across a sexually intense movie.

“Mm, yeah—something intense, good plot and all that,” he replied with a sly smirk, eyes flicking over the Netflix homepage.

He scrolled past the tame stuff until a steamy erotic thriller caught his eye—lots of skin, heated stares, the kind of film where the ‘plot’ conveniently leads to hands wandering.

During the movie, a sensual scene came on, you were getting heated.

Heeseung watched the two actors make love, crazy thoughts running through his mind.

He turned his head and slowly began kissing the valley of your chest. Your body temperature spiked.

“Hee—what are you—stop—” you softly whimpered.

“Mm, wanna play with my baby sis… let’s play a game,” he murmured, his lips hovering over the valley.

“Satisfaction game. We make each other feel good, yeah? It’ll be fun, little sis.”

“But this is wrong, Hee, I—” you choked on your words as one of his hands groped your breast.

“But it feels right, baby. Come on… play with me, hm?” His voice was low and teasing, dripping with sweetness.

“Hm?” He rolled your nipple through the fabric with his fingers, it hardening by the second.

“Uh—” you softly moaned, slowly moving your hips under his control.

He smirked and pulled down your tank top, revealing your flushed breasts. Cool air hit your skin, making you jolt.

“Got some pretty tits, baby,” he murmured with a breathless chuckle.

His eyes locked on yours as he took one hard peak into his mouth—sucking, licking, swirling his tongue with a low hum.

“Mm—no—Hee—don’t.”

You didn’t even understand why his mouth felt so good, and you didn’t bother pushing against his chest.

“Mm…” he hummed, still holding your breast in his mouth, then slid a finger into your shorts, rubbing over your clothed clit.

Your mouth hung open, eyes still locked with his, watching him enjoy your reactions.

He rubbed tight, teasing circles against you, and you lost yourself.

“N-ngh…”

He let go of your nipple with a wet pop and pressed kisses to your chest, fingers moving in tandem against your clit.

“Fuck, looks like you don’t want me to stop, huh?” he teased, his eyes half-lidded on yours.

“Tell me to stop.” He waited for a response, but you were completely lost in it, making him smirk.

“Thought so.”

He slipped a finger inside you, pushing past your panties, and you moaned, arching your back off the couch.

His left arm bands under your breasts, holding you tight against him so you can’t squirm away even if you wanted to.

His right hand is already between your legs, two long fingers buried deep, curling slow and deliberate while his thumb circles your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet already, baby,” he murmurs right against the shell of your ear, voice low and rough like he’s been holding back for hours.

You try to answer but it comes out as a broken whimper when he drags his fingers out almost all the way, then sinks them back in with a slick, filthy sound.

“Mmph—“

“Shhh. Don’t hide it.”

His lips brush the sensitive spot below your ear. “I can feel you clenching every time I talk. You love when I tell you how desperate this little pussy gets for me, don’t you?”

Your head tips back against his shoulder; a shaky moan slips out.

He rewards you by pressing his fingers deeper, the pads rubbing that spot that makes your hips jerk involuntarily.

“That’s it—fuck—listen to that sloppy little cunt,” he growls right into your ear, voice thick and dark. 

“You’re dripping down my wrist, baby. So fucking messy for me.”

He scissors them slightly, stretching you, then curls again—harder this time.

Your thighs tremble, trying to close, but he hooks his ankles around yours and keeps you spread.

“Oh….fuck—Hee—“

“Nuh-uh. Stay open for me, pretty girl. Let me feel every twitch.”

His thumb speeds up just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You gonna come like this? Just from my fingers and my voice? Bet you will. want me to talk you through it, hm?”

Your hands fly to his forearm, nails digging in. He doesn’t even flinch—just chuckles darkly against your neck.

“Yeah, there she is. My good little thing falling apart already.”

He pumps faster now, wet sounds filling the room, louder than the movie.

“Come on, baby sis—give it to me. Soak my hand like you’re supposed to.”

He presses his thumb down hard at the same time he curls his fingers again and your whole body locks up—back arching, a choked cry tearing out of you as you shatter—completely spilling out around his hand.

“H-Heeseung—too much—ahh!”

He doesn’t stop moving, you shake and gasp against his throat.

“That’s my girl.”

———

Days have passed since that night on the couch.

Every quiet moment—brushing your teeth, scrolling your phone, lying in bed—your mind replays it:

the way Heeseung’s fingers felt stretching you open, the low rasp of his voice in your ear, the way you cried his name while you soaked his hand.

Your parents left an hour ago—some weekend getaway they’d been planning forever.

You just strip down to the thin cotton sleep shorts and tank top —no underwear.

you were feeling a bit bold tonight—ready to whatever the night takes you two.

Plates are pushed aside, half-eaten food forgotten. You’re sitting across from Heeseung.

He’s leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, watching you with that lazy, dangerous smile.

“Why don’t we play a little game?” he says, voice low and smooth.

You blink, fork pausing halfway to your mouth. “W-what?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just pushes his chair back slow, stands up, and walks around the table to your side.

You feel your heart jump when he stops right next to you.

He leans down, close enough that you can smell his cologne.

One hand rests on the back of your chair, the other reaches out and gently brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’ll see,” he whispers, lips curving into a slow smirk.

His eyes drop to your mouth for a second, then back up to lock with yours. “Trust me, baby. It’s gonna be fun.”

He finally steps back, but only enough to pull your chair out a bit so he can stand between your knees.

His hands slide to your thighs, squeezing once—light but firm.

“Game starts now,” he says, voice dropping even lower.

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Heeseung’s smirk doesn’t fade as he suddenly grips under your thighs and lifts you clean off the chair like you weigh nothing.

Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, arms looping around his neck while a surprised squeak slips out of you.

“Heeseung—what—”

He doesn’t answer. He kicks his bedroom door open—doesn’t bother closing it all the way—and drops you gently but firmly onto his bed.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, eyes wide, cheeks already hot.

“What are you—”

He cuts you off without a word. Hands find the waistband of your little cotton shorts and yank them down in one smooth pull.

They slide off your legs and hit the floor.

No panties underneath—just bare skin, already glistening from how worked up you’ve been since he started teasing at the table.

His eyes darken instantly. A low, rough sound rumbles in his throat—half groan, half curse.

“Fuck… no underwear?” Heeseung’s voice is thick, almost wrecked.

“You’ve been sitting there like this the whole time? Bare and wet for me?”

You bite your lip, thighs pressing together on reflex, but he wedges a knee between them and nudges them apart again.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Y-yes…” Your voice comes out small, shaky. “I… I took them off after… earlier. Thought maybe…”

He chuckles darkly, climbing onto the bed now, caging you under him with his arms on either side of your head.

His face hovers inches above yours, breath hot against your lips.

“Thought maybe I’d find you like this and lose my fucking mind?” He drags that same finger up your slit—light, barely there—and you whimper.

“Mission accomplished, pretty girl.”

He leans down, lips brushing your ear. “Spread wider for me. Let me see how much you’ve been dripping since I carried you in here.”

His free hand pushes one of your knees up toward your chest, opening you completely.

You’re trembling already, exposed, and he just stares for a second—like he’s memorizing every inch.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, almost to himself. “Look at this pretty pussy. All shiny and ready. You’re gonna cry for me again tonight, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer.

Two fingers slide inside you—easy, deep—curling right away while his thumb finds your clit.

Your back arches off the bed with a sharp gasp. “Ahh—Heeseung—!”

Heeseung doesn’t waste another second.

He drops to his knees at the edge of the bed, hooks his hands under your thighs, and yanks you toward him in one firm pull.

You barely have time to gasp before his mouth is on you.

No teasing licks, no slow build—just his tongue flattening hard against your clit, dragging up in one long, wet stripe that makes your whole body jolt.

Your pupils blow wide instantly, dark and glassy, mouth falling open in a silent oh that quickly turns into a broken moan.

“Ahh—Heeseung—!”

He groans against you, the vibration ripping another sound from your throat.

His hands grip your hips, pinning you down so you can’t squirm away, and he dives in deeper—tongue circling your clit fast, then slow, then flicking the tip right over the swollen bud until your thighs start shaking.

“F-fuck—oh god—nngh!”

Your head tips back against the pillows, mouth hanging open, little desperate pants spilling out every time he sucks.

He’s messy with it—lips slick, chin dripping, humming low like he can’t get enough of your taste.

He pulls back just enough to speak, voice rough and wrecked. “So fucking pretty when you’re falling apart on my tongue.”

Then he’s back—sucking your clit into his mouth hard, tongue lashing fast while two fingers slide inside you, curling deep, matching the rhythm of his mouth.

Your hips buck up hard. A high, needy whine tears out of you.

“NNNGH—Heeseung—please—ahh! Right there—oh fuck—!”

“Ah! Ah! AH—Heeseung—I’m—gonna—nnngh—!”

Right when the edge hits, he pulls away completely. Mouth gone, fingers gone.

Just cool air against your soaked, throbbing pussy.

You whine—high and desperate—hips chasing nothing.

“N-not yet,” he says, voice rough and low, wiping his glistening chin with the back of his hand.

You’re panting, dazed, watching him hook his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants.

He shoves them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion, kicking them aside.

His cock springs free—thick, hard, flushed dark at the tip, already leaking—and your breath catches hard.

He wraps a hand around the base, stroking once, slow, letting you see every inch.

“Fuck… listen to how sweet you sound when you’re begging,” he murmurs, stepping closer until his knees hit the edge of the bed.

“All those little moans… ‘Heeseung—please—’” He mocks your voice softly, teasing, then drops it lower.

“R-real game starts now, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flick down to his size—thick enough that your thighs press together instinctively, excitement sparking hot in your belly, but hesitation flickers too.

He’s big. Bigger than you’re used to taking like this.

He notices. Of course he does.

He climbs onto the bed, straddling your chest carefully so his knees bracket your ribs, cock hovering heavy and hot just above your lips.

One hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip, parting it gently.

“Need your mouth on me, sweetheart,” he says, voice soft but commanding. “You can do that, can’t you?”

You swallow, nodding small, eyes wide and glassy.

“Hm?” He nudges the tip against your lips—slow, insistent—smearing a bead of pre-cum across them.

“Open up for me. Show me how good you can be.”

Your mouth falls open on instinct. He slides in—slow at first, just the head—groaning deep in his chest the second your tongue touches him.

“Fuuuck… that’s it—nnngh—just like that.”

You wrap your lips around him, sucking gently, tongue swirling around the tip.

He hisses through his teeth, hips twitching forward.

“Shit—yeah—good girl—suck harder, baby—ahh—fuck—”

You take more, hollowing your cheeks, bobbing slow and messy.

Saliva drips down your chin already.

His hand slides into your hair—not pulling yet, just holding—thumb stroking your cheek while he watches you with half-lidded eyes.

“Mmmph—goddamn—your mouth feels so fucking good—nnngh—look at you—taking me so pretty—ahh—deeper, sweetheart—can you—fuck—yes—”

He starts moving—small thrusts at first, testing—then deeper when you don’t pull away. His other hand braces on the headboard, knuckles white.

“NNGH—shit—baby—your tongue—right there—fuuuck—such a good little mouth—ahh—sucking me so perfect—mmph—gonna make me lose it—”

His grip tightens in your hair now, guiding you—faster, a little rougher.

He uses your head, hard thrusts that hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water, but he keeps praising you through every choked sound you make.

“That’s my girl—nnngh—taking it so well—fuck”

“F-Fuck—baby—nnngh—gonna—ahh—!”

He pulls out of your mouth at the last second, hand stroking fast over the slick length.

The first thick spurt hits your cheek, warm and messy, then another across your lips and chin.

He milks himself through it, chest heaving, abs flexing under his sweat, eyes squeezed shut for a second before they snap open to watch you—face painted with him, lips still parted and shiny.

“Shit… look at you,” he pants, voice wrecked. “So fucking pretty covered in me.”

He collapses flat on his back beside you, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling fast.

After a few ragged breaths he turns his head, finds you with those dark, hazy eyes, and reaches out to swipe a thumb gently across your cheek—smearing it more than cleaning.

“Want you to ride me now, baby,” he says, voice softer but still thick with need. He pats his thigh once, twice.

“Hee—I—“ Hesitation hits you. Heesueng noticed.

“Please? Be a good girl for me?”

You chewed on your bottom lip and crawled back onto the bed, knees shaky, heart pounding.

“Mm, good girl. make big brother feel good, yeah?,” he whispered, and when you sank onto him, you immediately moaned.

“Shit, yes! So fucking tight!” he groaned, helping guide you as you took him in fully.

You start moving—slow rolls of your hips at first, grinding more than bouncing, savoring the drag of him inside you.

Every slide pulls a soft, needy sound from your throat.

Heeseung just watches—half-lidded, lips parted, chest still heaving a little from earlier.

His hands roam up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts, then back down to grip your ass, helping you find a rhythm.

“Fuck… look at you,” he breathes, voice rough.

“Riding me so pretty… taking every inch like you were made for it. You love this, don’t you? Love how deep I get—how full you feel.”

You nod frantically, moans spilling out unchecked as you pick up speed—small bounces now, thighs trembling.

“Nnngh—yes—Heeseung—feels so good—ahh—!”

His head tips back —adam’s apple exposed against the pillow for a second, a low groan rumbling out, but his eyes snap right back to you—watching your lashes, every parted-lip gasp, the way your tits bounce with each roll.

“That’s my girl… keep going—just like that. Ride me slow and deep… make me feel how much you love this cock.”

Without warning, he surges up pulling you against his chest.

He crashes his mouth to yours in a messy, hungry kiss.

You moan instantly into it, lips parting, tongues sliding hot and wet together.

Heeseung groans right back—low and rough—vibrating against your mouth as he deepens the kiss.

“Mmmph—fuck—baby—”

“Nghhh—God—Hee!” you whimpered against his lips.

You keep rolling your hips—slow, deep, grinding down onto Heeseung like your body knows exactly what it needs.

He pulls back in for another kiss, moaning loud into your mouth as he thrusts up to meet you—hard, deliberate—driving himself deeper.

“Fuck—yes—ride me just like that—mmph—“

God… he feels so big inside you… stretching you just right… every time you sink down it hits that spot making your brain fog.

His breath is hot against your lips when he pulls back just enough to speak, voice wrecked and low.

“Bounce, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing your ass harder.

“Come on—bounce on me, baby sis. Let me see you take it.”

A tiny, shy smile tugs at your lips even as you nod.

“Like this?” you whisper, voice breathy and soft.

You lift up slow—almost all the way off him—then drop back down hard, ass slapping against his thighs with a wet smack.

The sudden deep plunge makes your whole body jolt, a sharp gasp tearing out of you.

Heeseung’s head tips back against the pillow instantly, eyes squeezing shut for a second as a raw, guttural moan rips from his throat.

“Uh—fuck yes—!”

You pick up the pace—bouncing harder, faster, repeatedly slamming down on him with wet slaps that echo in the room.

Your tits bounce wildly right in his face, nipples hard and begging.

Heeseung groans deep.

His hands flying up to grab them—squeezing rough, thumbs flicking the peaks before he latches onto one, sucking hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch.

“Ahh—Heeseung—fuck—yes—suck them—nnngh—!”

You’re going crazy—moaning loud, shameless, voice cracking with every drop.

“ OH GOD—Heeseung—so good—ahh—

His hips snap up hard to meet you—thrusting deep, relentless—the bed creaking and shifting under the force, headboard thumping the wall.

He switches to the other nipple, sucking greedily, moaning around it—“Mmmph—fuck—your tits—perfect—nnngh—ride me harder—!”

The double sensation—his cock driving up into that spot, mouth hot and wet on your chest—snaps you.

“Fuck—you feel so good,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

His eyes rolling back for a second as you clench around him mid-thrust.

The sound is sharp, needy, almost pained. “Nnngh—shit—baby—”

He drags you down harder onto his cock, holding you there for a beat so you feel every thick inch throbbing inside.

“Love baby sis’ pussy so much ,” he groans low, voice wrecked.

“So fucking tight—wet—perfect—squeezing me like you never want me to leave—ahh—shit —”

His thrusts turn erratic—faster, deeper—driving up into that spot that makes your vision blur.

You cry out, voice breaking—“HEESEUNG—I’M CUMMING—AAHHH—FUCK—YES—!”

Your walls clamp down hard, pulsing around him as you shatter—hips grinding erratic, thighs shaking, tears pricking your eyes from how intense it hits.

He keeps thrusting through it, growling against your skin—“That’s it—cum on my cock—fuck—take it all—nnngh—good girl—”

You cry out loud, broken, nails raking down his chest while he keeps thrusting through it, hissing again at how tight you get.

“Fuuuck—yes—that’s it—milk me—shit—good girl—nnngh—”

You collapse forward onto his chest, both of you panting hard—sweat-slick skin sticking together, hearts pounding against each other.

Your thighs tremble around his hip.

Heeseung’s arms wrap around you instantly, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your head, the other rubbing slow, soothing circles over your back.

His chest rises and falls under you, breath ragged but calming.

“You feel so good, Hee,” you whisper against his neck, voice small and wrecked.

He hums low, lips brushing your temple. “Yeah?” His hand squeezes your back gently.

“You were so fucking good for me, baby.”

He tilts your chin up with two fingers and pulls you into a slow, deep kiss—soft at first, then lingering, tongues lazy and sweet.

He moans quietly into your mouth, holding you tight like he never wants to let go.

“Like the game?” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, lips brushing yours as he speaks.

You nod—small, shy—eyes flicking up to meet his.

Heeseung chuckles fondly, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw.

18+ when you can’t fall asleep so your boyfriend sunghoon gives you a quick fix

“you gon’ sleep tight for tonight”

The clock glows 2:47 a.m. You’ve been tossing for hours, sheets twisted around your legs, head too loud to shut off. You grab your phone anyway.

You: baby, u up? can’t sleep :( come over?

Sunghoon’s reply is instant, like he was waiting.

Sunghoon: on my way. leave the door cracked, baby.

You’re already in that sheer black lingerie set—the one you bought “just for sleep,” but really for nights like this.

The black lace bra cups you softly, thin straps delicate against your shoulders, and the matching undies hug your hips, lace so fine you can feel every shift of fabric against your skin.

He’s there ten minutes after in a black hoodie and sweats, hair messy from the cold night air, eyes dark and focused the second they land on you sprawled out in the sheer lingerie.

“Fuck baby,” he breathes, voice rough and low. “You put that on just to torture me?”

You bite your lip, shrug one shoulder so the strap slips a little. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought this might help.”

He crosses the room in three strides, kicks off his shoes, and slides straight into bed beside you.

One of his arm hooking around your waist, the other sliding up to cradle the back of your neck.

Then his mouth is on yours—soft at first, sleepy and warm, but hungry underneath.

You melt into it immediately, lips parting for him, a small needy sound slipping out when his tongue brushes yours.

His hand slips down your side, fingers tracing the sheer fabric over your ribs, then lower, palming your ass through the lace undies, squeezing just enough to make you arch into him.

“Couldn’t sleep without this?” he murmurs against your lips, voice rough and low, barely breaking the kiss.

You shake your head, fingers twisting in his hoodie. “Needed you. Just… you.”

He groans quietly, rolling you onto your back so he’s half over you, thigh sliding between yours.

His mouth never leaves yours—lazy, wet kisses that turn messy, teeth grazing your bottom lip, tongue stroking slow and deep.

One hand stays tangled in your hair while the other slips under the sheer top, thumb brushing over your nipple through the lace bra until it pebbles hard.

You whimper into his mouth, hips rocking up against his thigh on instinct.

He’s already hard, pressing thick against your stomach through his sweats.

“Gonna make you sleepy, baby,” he whispers, kissing you again, deeper this time, while his hand drifts lower, fingers hooking into the lace at your hip. “Promise.”

He tugs your panties slow down your thighs until they’re off completely, tossed somewhere in the dark.

Cool air hits your skin for a second before his warm palms are back, spreading your thighs wider, settling between them.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to look down at you—eyes dark, lips shiny—and then he’s lowering his head. No teasing licks, no buildup.

His mouth covers you completely, hot and wet, tongue flattening against your clit in one long, firm stroke.

You gasp, back arching off the bed on instinct. “Hoon—”

He hums in response, low and pleased, the vibration shooting straight through you.

Nothing but wet sounds after that—slow, filthy laps of his tongue, the soft suck against your folds, the slick glide as he presses deeper, nose nudging your clit while he works you open.

“Mmm… so wet, taste so sweet, baby.”

your whole body shivers, a high, needy whimper spilling out.

He groans at the sound, dives back in harder, tongue circling your clit slow then flicking fast, then slow again, humming every time you clench or whine his name.

“So fucking sweet,” he breathes between licks, barely audible over the wet noises of his mouth on you. “Could eat you all night.”

Your back bows higher, thighs trembling around his ears.

“Hoon—please—feels too good—” The words come out whiny, broken, breathy little moans you can’t control.

“Hoon… gonna—”

then suddenly pulls away completely, leaving you clenching on nothing, panting.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing. He shifts up, shoving his sweats down just halfway—enough for his cock to spring free, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip.

He grips himself once, strokes slow, eyes locked on yours.

moments later he pushes in with one smooth, easy glide—deep, stretching you open.

You both groan at the same time—yours high and whiny, his low and wrecked.

He doesn’t pause.

Just starts moving, slow rolling thrusts that drag every inch of him against your walls, hips grinding in lazy circles that hit that spot deep inside over and over.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes against your neck, one hand sliding up to cup your breast through the sheer lace bra, thumb brushing your nipple. “So tight… so wet for me.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.

You look up at him—eyes half-lidded, lashes fluttering—and bite your lip hard to muffle the sounds trying to spill out.

But they escape anyway, soft and broken.

“Mm—mm—fuck—“

“You look so pretty like this,” he groans low, voice wrecked and thick with want.

Sunghoon’s eyes are locked on yours, dark and blown wide, breath ragged between each powerful roll of his hips.

He leans down, one hand sliding up to brush the damp strands of hair back from your face, fingers gentle even as he fucks into you harder.

His thumb traces your cheekbone, then tucks another lock behind your ear. “Ugh, baby… so fucking pretty—taking me so deep, making those little sounds…”

Then his mouth is on yours—messy, open-mouthed kisses that swallow your moans, tongue sliding against yours while he keeps pounding, relentless now.

Between kisses he can’t stop talking, voice rough and desperate against your lips.

“God, you feel so good—tight and wet and mine—” He kisses you again, deep and hungry, hips slamming forward. “Look at you… biting that lip, eyes all glassy for me… fuck, I love it.”

Another bruising thrust, and he pulls back just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then back to your lips.

“Mm, yeah—just like that, baby. Moan for me again.”

“so pretty when you’re falling apart for me… gonna make you come, yeah? Gonna fill you up while you look up at me just like this.”

You’re staring up at him, eyes wide and glassy, biting your lip so hard it’s swollen, trying desperately to hold it longer—trying to drag it out, to savor the building heat coiling tight in your belly.

But it’s too much.

“Hoon—” Your voice cracks, high and whiny. “I’m—I’m cumming—”

The words spill out broken and desperate, almost a sob, as your back arches sharp off the mattress, hips jerking up to meet his next thrust.

“Cum, pretty girl,” he rasps, voice thick and strained, hips slamming forward one more time, burying himself deep.

You can’t hold it anymore—waves crashing through you, pussy pulsing tight around his cock in rhythmic squeezes that make your whole body shake.

“Fuck—yes, just like that—cum all over me, baby. Fuck, I’m close too—”

He keeps moving through your orgasm—hard, erratic thrusts now—chasing his own release while you’re still trembling, still clenching around him in fluttering pulses.

“Nggg—shit! —“ He lets out a choked groan, cock throbbing hot as he spills inside you, thick and endless.

He kisses you through it, swallowing your soft whimpers.

“So fucking pretty,” pants between kisses, lips dragging messy across your jaw, your neck, back to your mouth. “My pretty girl.”

“Sleepy now, baby?”

“Mhm… so sleepy, Hoon.”

Once you’re clean, he tosses the cloth aside and slides back under the covers, pulling you straight into his chest.

His arm wraps around your waist, legs tangling with yours, hoodie still on, body warm and solid against you.

His fingers trace lazy circles on your back over the sheer lace, soothing you deeper.

He waits, quiet and patient, until your breathing evens out completely, body going heavy and limp in his hold.

Only then does he lean down, lips brushing your forehead in a slow, tender kiss.

FUCK —I LOVE ITT

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You straddle Jake right there on the sturdy wooden bar stool in the dim, smoky saloon, the jukebox playing low in the background.

Your tiny denim skirt is hiked up around your hips, red plaid button-up tied high under your heavy, milk-swollen tits, the fabric straining and damp where little beads of milk have already started to leak through.

Your cowgirl boots dig into the rung of the stool for leverage, hat tipped back just enough to keep it on while you move.

You sink down slow onto his thick cock, a long, needy moan spilling from your lips as he fills you completely.

“Mm… Jake… fuck—you feel so good.”

Your hips roll forward, grinding deep, and his big, rough hands clamp tight onto your ass, fingers digging in, pulling you down harder onto him.

You look down at him—your eyes lock with his under the brim of his hat—and you moan again, louder this time, not caring who in the saloon turns to watch.

His thumbs squeeze your cheeks, spreading you just a little as you start to ride him properly, bouncing in his lap.

Every time you lift and drop, your tits bounce too, the tied plaid shirt barely holding them in.

Milk drips from your nipples, dark wet spots blooming bigger on the fabric.

“Fuck, babe—’,” he growls low, voice rough like gravel.

One hand slides up your back, the other stays firm on your ass, guiding your rhythm.

“Keep ridin’ me just like that.”

You whimper, leaning forward, your hands braced on his broad shoulders.

Another moan tears out of you as he thrusts up to meet you, hitting deep.

“Oh god… yes…”

He grins, wicked and hungry, and both hands move to your tits now, cupping them through the soaked shirt, thumbs brushing over your hard, leaking nipples.

“Time to milk these pretty things,” he murmurs.

Jake’s rough hands slide up from your hips, fingers hooking under the tied knot of your red plaid shirt.

He tugs it loose with one quick pull, the fabric falling open.

Your full, swollen tits spill out, barely held by the little lace cups of your bra.

Milk has already soaked through, dark wet patches clinging to your skin.

He growls low, eyes dark with hunger. “Oh Fuck, baby—look at you.”

One big hand slips behind your back, popping the clasp of your bra in a single move.

The cups fall away, and your heavy breasts bounce free right there in the middle of the saloon.

Cool air hits your sensitive nipples, and milk beads up instantly, fat drops forming at the tips.

You keep riding him slow and deep, moaning as his cock drags inside you with every roll of your hips.

you can His hands grip your ass again, keeping you moving, but his gaze is locked on your chest.

The first drops swell… then slowly drip.

Jake’s jaw tightens. “Shit, darlin’… you’re leakin’ all over me.”

Jake’s hot mouth latches onto your bare nipple, lips sealing tight.

He sucks hard, and the moment he does, warm milk floods his tongue.

A deep, hungry moan rumbles out of him, vibrating straight through your breast and down to where you’re still grinding on his cock.

“Mmm… fuck,” he groans against your skin, eyes half-lidded as he swallows the first thick pull. “So goddamn sweet.”

You whimper, hips rolling faster, riding him deeper while he drinks from you.

He guides you up and down his length in steady thrusts.

Every time you sink down, he sucks again, harder, pulling long streams of milk into his mouth.

He switches to your other nipple, milk dripping from the first as he moves.

The second he closes his lips around it, another low, filthy moan tears out of him.

“Shit… can’t get enough,” he mutters, voice rough and thick.

He swallows greedily, throat working with every gulp, his moans growing louder, more desperate.

The sound of him drinking you mixes with the wet slap of your bodies and your own breathless cries.

Your tits bounce with every ride, milk spraying lightly when he pulls off for a second to curse again

“ Fuck, darlin’, you taste so good”—before latching back on.

He’s moaning constantly now, deep and raw, like he’s losing himself in it, sucking and swallowing while his cock throbs inside you.

You lean forward, hands tangled in his hair under his hat, holding him to your chest as you ride him harder.

Jake’s strong hand cups your heavy breast from underneath, squeezing soft.

He squeezes slow and firm, just the way you need, and a thick jet of warm milk shoots straight onto his waiting tongue.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, tongue flat and wide to catch every drop.

Another squeeze, another strong spray.

Milk arcs over his tongue, fills his mouth, drips down his chin when he can’t swallow fast enough.

He hums deep in his throat—low, greedy, like a hungry calf finally getting what it wants.

The vibration buzzes through your nipple straight to your core, making you gasp and grind down harder on his cock.

Your hips roll faster, riding him deep and steady, moans spilling out of you with every pull of his mouth.

“Ah… ah… Jake—”

Your voice breaks, high and shaky. You grip his shoulders hard, nails digging in as the edge rushes up fast.

“Jake… fuck… you’re gonna make me cum—”

He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, milk smeared across his lips, eyes dark and wild under the brim of his hat.

A low, teasing hum rumbles in his chest as he squeezes your breast again, sending another warm spurt across his tongue before he swallows.

“Come, darlin’.”

“Come on,” he growls against your skin, lips brushing your dripping nipple. “Soak my cock, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”

You cry out, head falling back, hat tipping crooked as the pleasure crashes over you.

Your whole body shakes, walls clenching tight around him in hot, pulsing waves while you cum hard, moaning his name loud enough for the whole saloon to hear.

He pulls you in and kisses you—slow, deep, hungry.

His mouth tastes like warm milk and whiskey, sweet and sharp all at once.

You moan softly into it, lips parting for his tongue as it slides against yours, claiming you all over again.

His other arm wraps tight around your waist, holding you close while you’re still seated deep on his cock.