Forbidden Heat

**Chapter 1: Unspoken Desires**

The house was a battlefield of silence, the kind that cuts deeper than any shouted insult. Jimin, a lean, brooding man in his thirties, sat on the worn leather couch, his sweatpants clinging to his muscular thighs, a tank top barely containing the tension in his shoulders. His thick, long cock rested heavy beneath the thin fabric, unrestrained by underwear—a quiet rebellion against the suffocating life he led with his fiancée, Cie. Their arranged engagement was a loveless contract, a ticking clock of arguments and cold shoulders. Tonight, though, the air was different. Tae, Cie’s cousin, had arrived like a storm of light, her vibrant energy a stark contrast to the gloom.

Tae was a vision—big boobs straining against the deep neckline of her scandalously short dress, her hourglass curves and long hair swaying with every step. Her innocence was palpable, a untouched canvas of curiosity. She’d been staying with them for a week, and Jimin couldn’t deny the spark she ignited in him. Happiness, long dormant, flickered to life whenever she laughed or brushed past him with that oblivious charm.

Tonight, Jimin’s eyes were red-rimmed, a rare crack in his stoic facade. Tae noticed as she bounced into the living room, her dress riding up her thighs. “Oppa, why are you crying?” she asked, her voice soft and concerned, plopping onto his lap without a second thought.

Jimin froze, his breath hitching as her weight settled over him. The thin fabric of his sweatpants did nothing to hide the instant reaction—his cock hardening beneath her, pressing against the bare heat between her legs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath either. The realization hit him like a punch, his clothed length nestling between her unsuspecting pussy lips. He swallowed hard, his voice rough. “Tae, I... I’m just tired. Tired of not having what I want most. A family. A child.”

Her big eyes blinked up at him, clueless. “Oppa, what do you mean? Why does it hurt so much?” Her voice was a whiny, babyish pout, her hips shifting innocently, rubbing against his throbbing hardness.

A lazy smirk curled Jimin’s lips as he gripped her waist, guiding her slow, torturous grind. “Mmm, Tae, you don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? My cock’s too big for your tiny little pussy, but damn, it feels so good just like this.” His voice dripped with a dangerous edge, his hips bucking up to dry hump her, spreading her legs wider. The tip of his clothed cock teased at her entrance, barely penetrating, but enough to make her gasp.

“W-what’s happening, Oppa?” she whimpered, her body trembling, a strange heat building inside her. She was so wet already, dripping through his pants, her innocence making every sensation raw and new.

“Shh, just feel it, baby girl,” Jimin murmured, his tone low and manipulative, his hands firm on her ass, pulling her closer. “You’re making me so hard, Tae. Can’t help it. You’re so fucking perfect.” His words were a drug, lulling her into the rhythm as he rocked against her, sweat beading on his brow, panting with need.

Her breath hitched, a sudden rush overtaking her as she squirmed, her body betraying her with a gush of warmth. She squirted, soaking his sweatpants, her clueless moan a soft, “Aiith,” echoing his own guttural sound as he came hard inside his pants, the sticky heat of his cum mingling with her wetness. “Aiith,” he groaned, his head tipping back, a wicked satisfaction curling through him.

Tae’s wide eyes met his, confusion and a budding curiosity swirling in them. “Oppa... what was that?” she whispered, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of her first taste of pleasure.

Jimin chuckled darkly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “That, little one, was just the beginning. Stick with me, and I’ll show you everything.” His promise hung heavy in the air, a forbidden thread weaving between them, pulling them toward a dangerous edge. In the quiet house, with Cie asleep upstairs, the seeds of an affair were planted—raw, hungry, and unstoppable.