CWC- 3

Got jealous seeing his baby sucking her boobs for Milk.

The soft light of the nursery bathed

Y/n in a warm glow as she cradled baby Soul against her chest. The little boy, with JK’s sharp nose and Y/n’s fair skin, nursed hungrily. Over the past year, the terror Y/n felt had morphed into something complex—a fragile, aching love born from the constant, overwhelming intimacy JK forced upon her. She loved the way he looked at her, but she still flinched when he raised his voice.

JK stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the swell of her breast where Soul was latched. His pupils were blown wide, his breath hitching. The sight of her nurturing their son didn't bring him a sense of peace; it sparked a violent, possessive hunger.

"He's finished," JK barked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Y/n jumped, nearly dropping the baby. "JK, you scared him!"

"Take the boy to his room. Now," JK commanded the waiting maids.

"But—" Y/n started, but the maids were already stepping forward, their faces pale. They gently took Soul from her arms. As the door clicked shut behind them, JK didn't say a word. He simply reached for his buttons, ripping his shirt open with a sharp rip and tossing it aside. His chest was a map of scars and muscle, his hardness already straining against his slacks.

"You've spent too much time on him today," JK rasped, pinning her against the rocking chair. "Now it's my turn."

"Please, I'm tired," she moaned, though her body arched toward him.

"I don't care if you're tired. I want every inch of you."

He devoured her with a desperation that bordered on madness. He started with her breasts, sucking and biting the sensitive peaks until she was sobbing. Slurp. Pop. He moved lower, his tongue swirling around her clit with a wet, rhythmic intensity. Lick. Slurp.

"Ah! JK! Please!" she screamed, her fingers digging into his hair.

He didn't stop. He flipped her over, his hands gripping her plush hips. Without warning, he drove his thick cock into her tight backside. Squelch.

"Mmmgh!" Y/n let out a muffled shriek into the pillow.

"You're so tight here, too," he groaned, his voice a guttural rumble. He railed her relentlessly, the sound of their bodies colliding—*thwack, thwack, thwack*—filling the room. He swapped holes with a bruising efficiency, sliding from her anus back into her soaking pussy, refusing to let her catch her breath.

"Tell me who you belong to," he hissed, pinching her breast hard enough to leave a mark.

"You... I'm yours! Oh god, JK!"

He spent the night claiming her, his cock staying buried deep inside her even as they drifted into a fitful sleep. He clung to her like a parasite, his arm draped possessively over her waist, his shaft still filling her.

At dawn, the sound of Soul’s shrill crying echoed from the hallway. A maid entered, looking hesitant. "Mr. Jeon, the baby is hungry."

Y/n stirred, feeling the heavy weight of JK still inside her. "JK... please, let me out. I need to feed him."

JK didn't move. He tightened his grip on her, his hips giving a slow, deliberate thrust that made Y/n gasp. "He can wait a moment. Or better yet..."

He pulled her up slightly, keeping himself buried deep in her pussy. "Feed him like this."

"What? No! That's... oh!" Y/n cried out as he suddenly surged upward, hitting her cervix.

"Do it," he commanded.

Trembling, Y/n guided the crying infant to her other breast. As Soul began to nurse, the sudden sensation of the baby latching combined with JK's rhythmic thrusts sent Y/n into a frenzy.

Schlick. Schlick.

"Mmm, look at my little breeders," JK whispered, his voice thick with lust. He leaned over, capturing her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while he continued to drive into her.

"Ah! Stop... please, it's too much!" she moaned, her head tossing back.

"It's exactly enough," he growled, his pace increasing, the wet sounds of their union mingling with the soft sounds of the baby feeding. "You're mine, Y/n. Every drop of you."