Tae stretched languidly in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, her porcelain-white skin glowing under the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. At 28, she was a vision of pure, unadulterated sex appeal—curves that could make a man forget his own name. Her big, heavy boobs sat high and firm on her chest, the kind that spilled out of every top she owned, with rosy pink nipples that hardened at the slightest brush of fabric… or thought. She ran her hands over them now, squeezing gently, feeling that familiar ache build between her thighs. Her ass was a masterpiece—thick, juicy, and perfectly rounded, the type that jiggled with every step, begging to be grabbed, spanked, or worse. And down below? Her pink fat pussy, always so plump and eager, lips swollen from constant frustration, shaved smooth because she loved the way it felt when she touched herself, imagining rough hands parting her folds.

She smirked at her reflection, biting her full pink lip that always looked like it was painted with gloss, even when it wasn’t. Tae lived for this—dressing like a total slut, every outfit a deliberate tease. Today was no exception. She slipped into a tiny crop top that barely covered her underboobs, the thin white fabric stretched taut over her massive tits, her nipples poking through like they were screaming for attention. Paired with it, a micro skirt that rode up her thighs, flashing her lacy thong if she so much as bent over. No bra, of course—why hide what God gave her? She twirled, watching her ass cheeks peek out from under the hem, and felt that wet heat pooling in her core. God, she was horny. Always horny these days.

It had been a year since Junho’s accident. Her husband, tall and handsome at 30, with that strong jaw and piercing dark eyes, had been an engineer on a construction site when a beam collapsed, leaving him mostly bedridden. He worked from home now, propped up in their king-sized bed with his laptop, crunching numbers and leading virtual meetings. They were comfortable—more than comfortable, thanks to his salary and the settlement. Junho adored her; he told her every day, his hands still roaming her body when he could muster the energy, whispering how beautiful she was, how much he loved her curves. But the meds, the pain… they killed his libido. His cock, once thick and commanding, barely stirred anymore. Last night had been typical—Tae had straddled him in bed, grinding her dripping pussy against his thigh, her big tits bouncing as she moaned his name. “Please, baby,” she’d begged, her voice husky with need. He’d tried, his hands cupping her ass, but he went soft before he could even push inside her. She’d faked a smile, kissed him goodnight, and slipped into the bathroom to finger herself furiously, imagining a hard cock stretching her wide, filling her up until she screamed.

She adored Junho too—loved his mind, his kindness, the way he made her feel safe. But fuck, she craved cock. Real, throbbing, vein-ridged cock that could pound her senseless, make her fat pussy clench and squirt. It was all she thought about lately, her horny nature bubbling over like a pot left too long on the stove. Masturbating wasn’t enough; toys helped, but they weren’t warm, weren’t alive. She needed to be fucked, used, degraded a little—called a slut while someone slapped her jiggling ass and pulled her hair.

A loud rumble from outside snapped her out of her filthy reverie. Tae peeked through the window, her breath catching as she saw the moving truck pulling up next door. Their houses were separated by just a thin wooden fence, close enough that she could hear everything if the windows were open. And there he was—the new neighbor, stepping out of the cab like a god among men. Jeon Jungkook, though she didn’t know his name yet. Tall as hell, at least 6’3”, with broad shoulders that strained his tight black t-shirt, muscles rippling as he lifted a heavy box like it was nothing. His arms were thick, veined, the kind you wanted wrapped around you while he pinned you down. Black hair tousled, falling into those intense doe eyes, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He wiped sweat from his brow, his shirt riding up to reveal ridged abs that made Tae’s mouth water.

She watched, transfixed, as he hauled boxes into the house, his powerful thighs flexing in his jeans, ass firm and grabable. Her hand slipped under her skirt without thinking, fingers brushing her thong, already soaked. “Fuck,” she whispered, imagining those muscles flexing as he thrust into her, his deep voice growling dirty commands. She drooled over him, literally—her pink lips parting as she bit back a moan, her big boobs heaving with each shallow breath.

Then he looked up. Straight at her window. Their eyes locked, and a slow, cocky smirk spread across his face, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. He raised a hand, waving hi with a wink that sent heat straight to her core. Tae’s cheeks flushed crimson, her white skin turning pink as she ducked behind the curtain, heart pounding. “Oh god, he saw me,” she muttered, but her pussy throbbed harder, loving the thrill.

That evening, after Junho had dozed off mid-conference call—his laptop still open on his chest—Tae decided to play the good neighbor. She baked cookies, the kitchen filling with the sweet scent of chocolate chips. But her outfit? Pure slut mode. She stripped down, tying on a frilly apron that barely skimmed mid-thigh, the fabric thin and pink, hugging her curves. No top, no bra—her massive tits were barely contained by the bib, sideboob spilling out generously, nipples hard and visible through the sheer material. Underneath, just a tiny black thong that disappeared between her fat ass cheeks, leaving her basically naked from behind. She glanced in the mirror, adjusting the apron so it rode up a bit, flashing the bottom of her juicy ass. “Welcome to the neighborhood,” she purred to herself, her horny mind already racing with fantasies.

Plate of cookies in hand, she sauntered across the yard, the fence gate creaking as she crossed into his property. The evening air kissed her bare skin, making her shiver deliciously, her thong rubbing against her swollen clit with each step. She knocked on his door, heart racing, pussy dripping down her thighs.

The door swung open, and there he was—Jungkook, fresh from a shower, hair damp, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants that did nothing to hide the bulge of what looked like a massive cock. His muscled chest was on full display, tattoos peeking along his arm, abs glistening slightly. His eyes widened for a split second, then darkened as they raked over her body—devouring her big tits straining the apron, the way her thighs rubbed together, the hint of her thong peeking out.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly, holding out the plate. “I’m Tae, from next door. Thought I’d welcome you with some cookies.”

He took the plate, his fingers brushing hers, sending sparks up her arm. “Jeon Jungkook—but call me Kook,” he replied, voice low and flirty, that smirk back in full force. His gaze lingered on her lips, her cleavage, down to where the apron barely covered her. She felt it like a touch, her nipples pebbling harder, pussy clenching empty. He was eye-fucking her shamelessly, and she returned the favor—staring at his broad chest, the V-line disappearing into his pants, imagining wrapping her legs around him.

They stood there, the air thick with tension, both devouring each other with their eyes. She could see his sweatpants twitch, his cock stirring under the fabric. “Thanks, Tae,” he drawled, leaning against the doorframe, muscles flexing. “These look… delicious.” The way he said it made her thighs squeeze together.

“Enjoy,” she managed, voice husky, before turning to leave. “Goodbye for now.”

As she walked away, she felt his eyes burning into her back. The apron tied loosely, leaving her entire back bare—smooth white skin exposed all the way down to her dimples. And her ass? Fuck, the thong was swallowed between her fat cheeks, the string invisible, making her look completely naked from behind. Her juicy ass jiggled with every step, cheeks bouncing hypnotically, the micro-length of the apron doing nothing to hide it. She swayed her hips a little extra, knowing he was watching, her pussy so wet she could feel it slicking her inner thighs.

Jungkook stiffened—literally. His cock hardened instantly, throbbing against his sweatpants, tenting the fabric as he stared at that perfect, jiggling ass walking away. “Holy fuck,” he muttered under his breath, palming himself roughly. She was such a slut—parading over here half-naked, tits out, ass on display like she was begging to be bent over and fucked right there on the porch. He imagined grabbing those cheeks, spreading them, plunging into her fat pink pussy while she moaned like a whore. His new neighbor was trouble, and he was already hooked.

Tae slipped back into her house, closing the door and leaning against it, fingers diving under her thong to rub her clit furiously. “Kook,” she whimpered, coming hard in seconds, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.