#stepfather

Merry Xmas-Stepdad!Neville Longbottom x Stepdaughter!reader smut

*18+* *I hope you like this if you want more or have a more specific req feel free to send it! Please take it easy on me, it is my first post in forever!*

“Hi, daddy,” you teased as you walked past Neville.  

“Ello, love,” Neville smiled, a bit confused at your flirtatious nature, but quickly brushing it off.  “Going out with friends tonight?”

“I was thinking of staying home, if that's alright,” you smiled, “Mum won't be home until later tonight, maybe we can watch a holiday film?”

“I’d love to, I'll make some snacks,” Neville smiled and got to work making hot chocolate and treats as you prepped the couch. 

As the movie played, you began to move closer to him, resting your hand in his lap and playing with the zipper on his jeans.  Neville tensed up under you and shot you a quick glance.

“You okay?” He did his best to keep his composure and assume the best.

“Mmhm,” a small smirk played at the corner of your lips, and you began to slowly pull down his zipper.  You felt his cock twitch under your hand.

“Daring, what are you doing?” He placed his hand on top of yours to stop you.

“I just want to play, daddy,” you smiled up at him with big, begging eyes.

“W-What?” Neville’s words got caught in his throat, his heart beginning to pound in his chest while his cock betrayed him and continued to grow against your palm.

“Do you not want to play with me, daddy?”  You let a pout form on your face as you sat up and slipped off your already soaked shorts.

“W-We can’t.” Neville did his best not to look down at your newly exposed skin.

“We can’t, or you don’t want to, if you do not want to, I will leave you be, but if you are holding yourself back, then why bother?”

“Because- your mum-”

“She isn’t home, daddy,” you grinned, “Please play with me, I am in desperate need of your touch,” you whined as your hands caressed your chest, massaging your tits and quickly gaining the attention you needed from your stepfather.

“You’re making it really difficult to be a gentleman.” Neville’s eyes undressed your chest.

“I don’t want you to be a gentleman tonight, daddy,” you smirked and slipped your top off, revealing the soft, supple skin of your tits before moving to straddle him.

“Fucking Hell, Petal,” Neville cried out before surrendering to your seduction, burying his face between your tits, kissing and sucking all over your chest.

“Feels so good,” you moaned softly as your hands worked blindly under you to pull his rock-hard cock out of his trousers before slowly sinking down on his thick length.

“Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled against your sternum, leaving hickeys all over your chest.  You began to rock your hips, your cunt throbbing around his aching cock.  Your nails dug into his strong shoulders as you adjusted to his impressive size. 

“You are so big,” you whined, “Can barely fit it all,” you whined, and slowly bounced your hips.

“You can take it, Petal,” Neville moaned as he slipped his hand between the two of you, making a fist for you to grind your clit against each time you bounced on his cock.  You quickly became a puddle of moans, the friction against your clit making your stomach do flips every time you pressed all of him inside of you.

“You make me feel so good,” you moaned out, picking up your pace, grinding against his hand greedily as you bounced on him like a starved whore.

“Just like that,” Neville moaned, his free hand grasping your bum, his middle finger pressed against your tight hole, adding a new pleasure you never could’ve dreamt of.

“Oh yes!” you cried out as your orgasm grew in the pit of your stomach, each fuck bringing you closer to your climax.

“Such a naughty girl,” Neville groaned before sucking on your nipples and slipping his middle finger into your bum.

“Oh yes!” you cried out in an instant, the second penetration sending you over the edge. 

“Cum for daddy, just like that,” he cooed against the hickey-bruised skin on your chest.  Neville thrusted from under you as you rode out your climax before flipping you onto your back and pulling out to finish all over your chest. 

“Merry Christmas, daddy,” you grinned, panting.

Behind Closed Doors

Warnings: Oral( male and fem reci), Step father & Step daughter, Cheating, forbidden Au Note:This was a request by someone close to me, enjoy!: 1k words

The TV buzzed as the romantic comedy played in the living room. My mom and her -most recent- husband were lounging on the couch, drink in hand. However, I wasn't focused on the movie, no. I was focused on him. Her husband.

She wasn't serious about him, she never was. One man after another sauntered in here year after year. Only for the same thing to happen over and over, but misery loves company, and my mother was never alone. Usually they weren't worth a damn, but this one was different.

Synopsis:- When your ex become your stepfather , and your mother genuinely love him so do you

a house full of lies, hidden truths begin to surface… and some relationships are far more dangerous than they seem

Pairing :- Jungkook × You , Jungkook ×Han So-young ( your mother)

Warning:- heartbreak , betrayel , mother stepfather kiss , jealousy , angsty , rough language ( porn in further parts)

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Ep: 1 ( Welcome home darling )

The city feels the same The same crowded streets. The same glowing lights. The same memories you tried so hard to forget.

You lean your head against the car window, watching everything pass by in a blur. A year. It’s been a whole year since you left this place… since you left him.

You scoff quietly, shaking your head.

“Pathetic.”

Muttering under your breath, you straighten up. You promised yourself you wouldn’t think about him again. Not after the way things ended. Not after you walked away like it meant nothing. And it did mean nothing… right?

Your fingers tighten slightly over your phone a familiar street passes by. That café your jaw clenches you quickly look away.

“He’s not your problem anymore.”

The car finally stops in front of your mansion.

Home.

You step out, adjusting your outfit, your usual confidence slipping back into place like armor. But the moment you walk in—Something feels… off. More staff than usual.Fresh flowers , New decor youur brows furrow.

“Did I miss a wedding or something?”

You mumble, half-joking. A maid standing nearby stiffens. “Ma’am will explain everything, miss.”

Your suspicion deepens. The sound of heels clicking against the marble floor echoes through the hall.

You turn. There she is.

Your mother—Han So-young.

She looks… different. More radiant. More polished. Happier. Almost glowing.

“You’re finally back.”

She smiles, pulling you into a hug. You hug her back, but your eyes scan her carefully. New jewelry. Expensive. A softness in her expression you haven’t seen before.

You pull away slightly.

“Okay… what’s going on?”

She lets out a small laugh.

“Straight to the point, as always.”

Then, her smile widens.

“I have wonderful news for you.”

Something in your chest tightens wonderful news? Why does that sound like a warning?

Footsteps. Slow. Steady. Familiar. Your body freezes before your mind can even process it.

No. It can’t be. You turn around—And your world shatters.

Standing there… is Jeon Jungkook. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. Hair styled neatly,Expression calm ,Cold, Unfamiliar.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat for a second, everything around you disappears all you see is him.

Flashbacks hit you like a storm—His laughter. His arms around you. His voice whispering your name like it meant everything.

And now—

Nothing.

No warmth , No softness, Just distance.

Your mother steps beside him, smiling brightly her hand gently wraps around his arm and then she says the words that destroy whatever is left inside you—

“This is my husband.”

Silence. Your ears ring. Husband? Your lips part, but no words come out. This has to be a joke. A sick, twisted joke.

You let out a small, disbelieving laugh.

“Very funny.”

No one laughs youur smile slowly fades ,he looks at you.

Not the way he used to. Not like you were his world. Just… politely formally like a stranger.

“It’s good to see you again.”

His voice is steady controlled and it hurts more than anything.

Not “baby.”

Not your name the way he used to say it.

Just… this.

Your heart pounds violently in your chest but you stay silent you don’t say a word because you can’t because if you do— Everything will come crashing down.

Your mother looks between the two of you, completely unaware.

“You’ve met before?”

You feel his gaze on you waiting watching.One wrong word… and everything is exposed.Your nails dig into your palm. You force a smile.

“No.”

The lie tastes bitter.

Your mother beams.

“That’s perfect then. You’ll get along well.”

Get along? With him? You feel like laughing. Or screaming. Maybe both. Your eyes flicker back to him. For a split second—

You see it. A crack. A flicker of something in his eyes. Guilt? Pain? But it’s gone just as quickly.Replaced by that same cold expression.

Your chest tightens.

“If you’ll excuse me…”

Your voice is calm.

Too calm.

You turn around before anyone can stop you before you break you walk quickly then faster. Until you reach your room the door slams shut behind you.

And the moment you’re alone—You collapse.Your breathing becomes uneven. Hands shaking. Eyes burning.

“What the hell is this…”

A broken whisper leaves your lips. The man you once loved…The man you gave your heart to…

Is now your mother’s husband.

Outside your room— Your mother adjusts his collar gently.

“You’ll get used to her.”

She smiles. He doesn’t respond. His eyes are fixed on your closed door.

And for the first time since you arrived— His expression cracks.

You don’t know how long you stayed on the floor. Minutes… hours… it all feels the same. At some point, you force yourself up. Because this is your house. Because you’re not weak. Because you refuse to let him see you break.

By the time you walk into the dining hall, your face is calm again, perfect, untouchable.Just like before. They’re already there.

Your mother—Han So-young—sitting gracefully at the head of the table. And beside her…Jeon Jungkook Your steps falter for just a second. Just one second. But you recover quickly.

You take your seat across from them. As far as possible.

“Ah, you’re here,” your mother smiles warmly.

“Come, sit. Let’s have dinner together.”

Together. The word feels wrong.

You nod slightly, not trusting your voice. A maid serves the food. Silence settles over the table.Heavy. Suffocating.

Then—

Your mother places her hand over his. Casually.Naturally. Like it belongs there.

Your fingers tighten around your fork.

“You should’ve seen him today,” she says, laughing softly. “He refused to eat lunch until I joined him.”

Your stomach twists. You keep your eyes on your plate.

He lets out a small chuckle.

A sound you know too well. A sound that once belonged to you.

“You’re exaggerating.”

His voice is soft. Gentle. The same tone he used when he used to—

Your mother leans closer to him. Too close.

“Am I?”

There’s a teasing glint in her eyes. And he doesn’t move away.

Something cracks inside you. You stab your food a little too hard. The sound echoes. Both of them glance at you.

“Is something wrong?” she asks.

You shake your head quickly.

“No. Just tired.”

Your voice is steady. Too steady. Your eyes lift—And meet his. For a second, everything freezes. There it is again. That flicker. That hesitation. Like he wants to say something. Like he remembers.

But then—Your mother feeds him a bite. And he accepts it. Without hesitation. Your heart drops. You look away instantly. Breathing becomes harder.

“You should eat more,” your mother says, turning to you.

“You’ve gotten thinner.”

You almost laugh. If only she knew.

“I’m fine.”

Short. Distant. The conversation continues. Mostly her talking. Him responding softly.Like a perfect couple. Like nothing is wrong. Like you never existed.

And the worst part? He’s good at it. Too good.

Your chest tightens with every passing second. Every glance. Every small touch. Every quiet laugh they share. You can’t take it anymore.

You place your fork down.

“I’m done.”

Your chair scrapes loudly as you stand up.

“Already?” your mother looks surprised. “You barely ate.”

You force a small smile “Not hungry.”

You turn to leave. But then—

His voice stops you“You should eat properly.”

You freeze. That tone. Low. Firm.Familiar.

Slowly, you turn back. Your eyes meet his.

“Since when do you care?”

The words slip out before you can stop them.

Sharp.

A silence falls over the table. Your mother looks confused “What do you mean?”

Your heart starts racing. You almost said too much. You look away quickly“Nothing.”

But the damage is already done The tension is thick

He leans back slightly, eyes still on you Unreadable.

“I’m just saying,” he continues calmly, “it’s not good to skip meals.”

Like a stranger. Like nothing exists between you.

You let out a quiet scoff “Right.”

Without another word, you walk away. This time, no one stops you.

Back in your room— The moment the door closes—

You lose it.

Midnight You walk slowly toward the kitchen, your steps light against the marble floor the lights are already on.

You freeze. Someone’s there and then you see him. Standing near the counter…

Jeon Jungkook

Sleeves rolled up. Hair slightly messy. Tie gone. Less polished. More… him. Your breath catches. For a second, neither of you moves.

Then you turn away quickly.

“I just came for water.”

Your voice is cold like earlier never happened.

He doesn’t respond. You can feel his gaze on you. You walk past him, trying to ignore the way your heart starts racing. You grab a glass. Your fingers tremble slightly as you pour water Silence stretches between you.

Then—

“You shouldn’t walk around like this at night.”

His voice breaks it.

Low.

Controlled.

You let out a small scoff.

“This is my house.”

A pause.

Then—

“Not everything stays the same.”

Your hand tightens around the glass.

You turn to face him“Yeah. I noticed.”

Unspoken words hanging between you. You take a step forward—

And suddenly—Your foot slips. The glass tilts—

You lose your balance—Before you can fall—A strong arm wraps around your waist.

Pulling you in. You gasp softly. Your hands instinctively grab onto his shirt. And just like that—

You’re too close. Way too close. Your bodies pressed together. His grip firm around your waist. Your breath uneven against his chest.

Time stops. Your eyes slowly lift—Meeting his. So close. Closer than you’ve been in a year. Your heart pounds violently. You can hear it. Feel it.

His gaze drops for a second—

To your lips.

And everything inside you shatters.

For a moment—

It feels like before. Like nothing changed. Like you’re still his. But then—

Reality crashes back. You push him away suddenly. Hard.

“Don’t touch me.” Your voice shakes. Not with anger—But something deeper. He steps back immediately.

Hands raised slightly. Like he’s the one at fault “You were about to fall.”

“So let me fall, You don’t get to act like you care,” you continue, your voice breaking slightly“Not after this.”

His jaw tightens. Something dark flashes in his eyes.

“After what?” he asks quietly.

You laugh bitterly“Seriously?” You take a step closer.

“You marry my mother… and now you’re asking after what?”

There it is. The truth—almost spoken. But still hidden.

His expression hardens.

“Watch your tone.”

The words hit differently.

Colder.

Sharper.

Like a reminder.

Of who he is now.

Your lips part.

Hurt flashing across your face.

“Right…”

You nod slowly.

“I forgot.”

A painful silence fills the room.

You pick up the glass again.

This time, your hands are steady.

“Goodnight… Mr. Jeon.”

The name feels like a blade.

You walk past him.

Not looking back.

But if you did—

You’d see it.

The way his fists clench.

The way his eyes follow you.

The way he almost calls your name—

CONTINUE IN NEXT PART *

Family: “Breaking Point”

Shane was laid back on the couch in his underwear watching tv when his Stepfather walked into the room. 

"For Christ's sake, boy. Put some fucking clothes on," his Stepfather told him. He was getting tired of the boy running around the house in his underwear and not much of anything else when his mother was gone.

“Why? Is my hot young body turning You on, old Man? Or is it my nice thick cock under here that has You all hot and bothered?" Shane said laughing as he put his hand down the front of his briefs, conspicuously adjusting himself. His Stepfather just frowned.

"Come on, admit it. You know I'm hot. I bet You want some of this, don't you? Everyone wants a taste of this. Even the fags at school drool over me. Don't think I haven't seen You do the same,” Shane said, grabbing his dick through his underwear.

The boy loved fucking with his Stepfather to get a rise out of him. Shane leaned back into the sofa as he ran his hands up and down his athletic torso, seemingly proud of himself, ending with his hand back in his underwear stroking himself suggestively.

Shane's Stepfather couldn't help but think the boy had grown way too cocky as he got older. Sure, the kid was good looking and had a nice body. Sure, he was sexy in an arrogant sort of way, but the boy didn't realize he was messing with fire. Usually his Stepfather ignored the kid, for Shane's mother's sake, but she wasn't here, and she wouldn't be for a couple more days.

"What's wrong, old Man? Getting a woody from imagining my cock sliding down Your throat? You jonesing to suck my cock? Swallow some virile young cum? Is that what you want?" Shane asked trying to humiliate the older Man.

Having enough of the boy’s mouth, his Stepfather grabbed Shane around the throat and yanked him up off the sofa while simultaneously grabbing the boy's cock and balls in a vise grip with His other hand.

Pain shot up instantly from the boy’s groin to his head causing him to double over. Shane's head was now at the same level as his Stepfather's crotch as he gasped for breath. Grabbing the boy's hair, his Stepfather rubbed the boy's face roughly against the bulge in his pants and held him there.

“When you become a real man and your pecker finally grows bigger than your tits, come and see Me, little boy," his Stepfather said angrily. "Until then, the only cock being sucked around here is Mine. All you are is a pathetic little bitch so desperate for attention that he would do anything just to be noticed, including taking his Stepdaddy's fat cock up his pretty little ass," the older Man said releasing the boy and shoving him roughly back onto the sofa.

"Now if that’s what you want, you pathetic faggot, just say so and stop jerking Me around. I’d love to split that pretty little ass wide open and make you My own personal bitch. I'll fuck that shitty attitude out of you eight inches at a time. You'd be crying like a baby. Begging Me to stop while I cored you a new cunt between your legs. Keep it up and I will. I promise. Until then, fuck off. Are we clear?" his Stepfather said seething with anger.

"Yes, Sir," Shane said, careful not to make eye contact with the older Man. He had never seen Him that angry before. It was powerful, intense and scary.

That night, as Shane lay in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier. The older Man's hands gripped tightly on his junk. Shane's face pushed up against his Stepfather's crotch. He could feel the older Man's cock through his jeans. Shane thought He might have actually been hard, or maybe was He was just that big.

Shane couldn't stop thinking about what would have happened if his Stepfather had carried through with His threat? What if He had shoved His cock down Shane's throat, forcing him to suck Him off? Worse, what if the older Man had bent Shane over the couch and shoved His cock up Shane's ass to teach him a lesson like He promised? Would He actually do that? Shane had to know. He needed to know. If so, he would steer clear of Him in the future, though the boy's now rock-hard cock suggested otherwise.

Shane jumped out of bed, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top. He needed to talk to his Stepfather. Not to ask Him to fuck him or anything, he wasn't a fag. But just to gauge Him. He had to know if the older Man just trying to scare him or was He serious? He couldn't get the threat of his Stepfather raping him out of his head.

As he got to his Stepfather's office door, he looked down. He didn't know why but his dick was rock hard. He'd have to wait a few minutes for it to go down. He didn't want to give his Stepfather the wrong idea. That was when he heard the low moans coming from the office.

Looking through the crack in the door, Shane could see his Stepfather was laying back in His chair leisurely stroking His cock, intermittent groans coming from His throat. Shane couldn't believe how big and thick the older Man's cock was. Much bigger than his.

Little did Shane know, but the video on his Stepdad's computer screen of the two chicks eating each other out had lost His attention. He had started thinking about the look on Shane's face full of fear and awe of Him. It was beautiful. Months of tolerating the little shit's attitude gave way in that moment to the knowledge that He wanted to dominate the boy, teach him a lesson, put him in his place. It was His house. He was the Man after all. It was time to teach the little bastard a lesson, to make His stepson show Him the respect that He was due.

Replaying the events in His head as He continued to jerk His thick cock, Shane's Stepfather wasn't really sure what had made Him say those things to the boy. He could have threatened the boy without making it sexual, but He didn't. Maybe subconsciously He did feel that way. Either way, He decided that He wouldn't hold back anymore. It was His house, His rules. The boy would obey Him from here on out or there would be consequences. The idea of fucking His stepson had never occurred to Him until that day. Now He couldn't stop thinking about it.

As He jerked off to memories the boy's smooth athletic body, the fantasy of Shane face down on the couch, his beautiful, muscled ass cheeks spread open by the older Man's  thick man meat splitting the boy open while the boy begged Him to stop, caused Him to moan even louder. He was getting close.

As He continued to stroke himself, He couldn't help but wonder if the boy would give Him another opportunity to show him that He meant business. If he did, next time, He fantasized, He'd rape him just as He promised. He'd show him he was the only real Man in the house.  That was all it took to send Him over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm coming. Take it you little bitch," He groaned loudly as He imagined shoving His cock deep in the boy's cunt and filling it with His load. He imagined the boy, tears rolling down his cheeks as he licked the cum and ass juice off His cock, thanking Him for fucking him and promising to be a good boy from then on out. The fantasy was hot.

As the horniness faded away, Shane's Stepfather wondered whether He could really do that to His stepson. There were better ways to put the kid in his place. Ways that didn't involve raping the boy. Part of Him knew that He was capable of it. His temper had a way of taking over.  But for now, He thought, as He stuffed his softening cock back into His jeans, He would just have to content Himself with jerking off to the fantasy in His head.

The entire time, Shane had been quietly listening from the other side of the door jerking himself to the sounds of his Stepfather's moaning and final orgasm. Shane couldn't help but be impressed with just how much the older Man had cum when He finally shot His load all over His chest and abs. When Shane was pinned against the older Man's crotch earlier, he had noticed how thick and packed it was, but seeing His cock at its full glory blowing His load all over the place was even more impressive. Shane realized that his Stepfather was more of a Man than he was, maybe even ever be.

Shane wondered what his Stepfather had been jerking off about. Whoever or whatever it was clearly had Him worked up. It was probably some college sorority slut He saw in a bar, Shane thought to himself. But the idea also came into his head that it might have been him. After all, He had threatened to fuck him, and in that moment, the threat had been very real to Shane.

Shane began to wonder if his Stepfather was actually turned on about the idea of fucking him. When He came, did He imagine shooting his load down Shane's throat or deep inside Shane's asshole like some horny bitch giving up her ass? Shane thought about how much it would hurt having a cock as big as His coring out his asshole. He wouldn't care if Shane was in pain. Shane knew He probably would enjoy fucking him as rough and hard as He could.

"Uggh," Shane said in a muffled voice, careful not to let his Stepfather hear, as he suddenly shot his load into his underwear.

As Shane quietly returned to his room, he thought to himself that it would never happen. His Stepfather had to be just messing with him. He was straight after all. He was married to Shane's mom. It was obvious to him now that his Stepfather was just trying to scare him. Next time, Shane thought, he'd call His bluff, show the older Man that He didn't scare easily.

stepfather!cho sang-woo × fem!reader

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the house is quiet. dark, calm. you went to bed early to relieve the tiredness of the day at home.

your mother is sleeping. tired after a day of work.

your stepfather, who has been having problems and arguing with your mother for a long time...

you know he is stressed and angry these days, because of your mother.

you go to the kitchen at night to drink a glass of water. but there is someone waiting for you, leaning on the counter.

your stepfather.

"why are you here?" he's holding a glass. His tie is loose, his shirt is wrinkled. he looks nervous.

you don't listen. You just want to drink your water and leave. but he's talking.

"we argued with your mother again."

he took a deep breath.

"she never stops talking, she's always annoying me."

you roll your eyes and are about to leave the kitchen when he stops you.

"but you're not like her, are you? you're a good girl, i guess."

you smile nervously. but he comes closer to you. his warm hand touches your bare arm.

"are you really a good girl or are you just like your mother?"

you never object as his hands move down to your hips. that's exactly what you want.

"do you like it?" he understands the answer from the look in your eyes.

he pulls down your shorts. he leans you against the counter and touches your wetness over your underwear. you're already soaked.

he laughs when he feels your wetness. "while your mother is upstairs worrying about her marriage, are you getting wet for your stepfather?"

"spread your legs. take the stress out of daddy, pretty girl."

you spread your legs and hold on to his shoulders.

"i'll take your stress away, daddy."

Stepfather

Disclaimer contains: cheating,blow job,unprotected sex,cow girl,missionary,kissing,dirty talks,pervert,cursing,pussy eating,fingerings and, kissing

Not for minors 18+

Reader×heeseung

This is my first time doing this so I'm sorry if any of my grammar is wrong please support me

Your in your room just chilling when your mom called you "Y/N! Come down quick i want you to meet someone!" your mom yelled you groaned and got down downstairs and you saw an unfamiliar man inside your house he was handsome and charming

your mom said exciting "meet your new dad" your jaw dropped "mom your already 40! He looks younger than you!" You shouted shocked "Age is just a number" your mom said and that's how you met Lee heeseung

Few days past and your mom needed to go away for a business trip you were alone with him now and for the fast few days you noticed him peeking in the room when your changing one night you came home from a party with a revealing dress you were pretty tipsy

Heeseung saw you and an nasty idea came to his mind he grabbed you in the waist closely "where have you been young lady?~" he said in a low voice he then carried you to the bed you tried to resist but your to drunk and tipsy

Heeseung laid you in the bed he suddenly removed your clothes you tried to push him away he then tied your hands Heeseung forced you to kiss him he continued to kiss you,you couldn't resist anymore you kissed him back

"Fuck your so beautiful" he unzipped his pants he then forced your mouth open and put his dick inside your mouth he groaned you gag as he force to put it all inside your mouth

He then removed your dress and quickly tossed your underwear he looks at you hungrily he looks at you asking for permission you quickly nodded he kisses your thighs you moaned he started eating your pussy your already so wet "wet already for me baby~?"

You moaned as he suddenly put his middle finger and ring finger inside your cunt he used his other hand to rub circles in your clit "h-hee please i-im about to c-c-come~" you look at him begging him to go faster "go on baby cum on my fingers" you finally came he then goes down savoring your juice

"P-please heeseung fuck me" heeseung then smirked and spit on his dick before slowing putting it inside your cunt "fuck your so tight " he groaned you moaned as you feel his dick inside your cunt you can feel him against your walls he started thrusting the room is filled with gasp moaning and slaps as he was slapping your ass

"Fuck I'm about to come" heeseung groaned heeseung thrusted more harder and faster as he was close "fuck fuck fuck!" He said before Cumming inside of your cunt you moaned as the gush of the liquid came inside you,you quickly come next

You both were gasping for air he then kissed you "don't tell your mom please" he said you quickly nodded you both were tired and wasted "let's clean you up" he said picking you up to go to the bathtub