Hi, can I request a drabble where yandere brothers Jimin and Yoongi are overprotective and possessive of their sweet and innocent step-sister. Thank you and I love your writing ☺️💖
y e s, love you 🫰
pairing: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader
genre: forbidden romance
warnings: allusions to murder (both attempted and committed) mentions of violence (not towards the reader), pseudo incest, ✨manipulation✨, some angst, possessiveness, jealousy, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, hints of dacryphilia, praise kink, dirty talk
It was a little evil, Yoongi thought. Still, he couldn't help feeling fascinated by the pearly drops shining on your cheeks, the quiver of your bottom lip. It was both admiration and sympathy that tugged at his heartstrings, softening his resolve. He shushed you, wiping the tears away with his thumb.
"That's enough, hm? Think you've learned your lesson?"
You nodded, sniffling. Yoongi cupped your cheek and scanned you from head to toe, his eyes hooded and thighs tensing beneath yours. It was safe to say that all the anger from before had dissolved in the heat of your cunt, dripping and swollen from the aggressive finger fucking it has been subjected to for the last hour. He didn't let you come once, stopping every time he felt you shaking and squeezing him tighter. To be frank, he didn't give a fuck.
Why don't you ask Namjoon to let you come?
That was the only thing he had to say in response to your pitiful whines. Just letting the unfortunate man walk you home was enough to set your stepbrother off. He was only being protective; besides, why would you look for attention elsewhere if you were given everything you needed, right here at home? The question prompted more tears to flow as he continued to edge you. You ended up apologizing repeatedly in between soft cries, asking so nicely for permission to finally let go, while Yoongi watched and twitched in his pants.
"Good girl," he muttered, slipping his soaked fingers out of your heat slowly.
Your stomach flipped, eyes widening at the action. Yoongi looked away, avoiding your gaze. He tried to swallow.
"Not tonight. Finish yourself off for all I care."
Was he still angry at you? You didn't understand. But it didn't seem like he wanted to talk, or like he even had anything more to say to you. With your heart shrinking and knees wobbling, you lifted yourself off his lap and made your way outside the door.
"Goodnight, Yoongi."
A soft hum answered you.
Sighing, you pulled down the handle. Left alone in the darkness of the corridor, for some reason you remained still, hesitating. It was almost two am. You should go to your room. You really should...
The next door opened with a slight creak. You peeked inside shyly, greeted by a dark silhouette stirring under the sheets at the noise.
"Baby?"
Jimin sat up slowly, his hair tousled and eyes still puffy from sleep.
"What's wrong?" He whispered. "Come here."
You stepped inside, turned the lock and climbed under the sheets with him. He felt so warm to the touch, arms pulling you into his chest without hesitation. You snuggled into him, inhaling the soothing, familiar scent of his skin. He leaned his cheek on the top of your head and sighed.
"What's the matter, kitten?"
You bit into your lip, unsure how to answer him. Guilt simmered low in your abdomen, along with other sensations that spiked the moment you saw him. You could do nothing about the way your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing as he held you. It didn't help that Yoongi left you leaking and unsatisfied. Your thighs were the next to clench at the thought.
As though taking notice of that, Jimin tilted his head.
"Was Yoongi mean to you?"
The question stole your breath and made your eyes snap up to his dark ones, already burning into you. It might have been embarassment that made more wetness flow into your ruined underwear, or the raspiness in his murmur; either way, there was no denying it.
Knowing you were already caught, you had no idea what to say. It wasn't like you could lie to him. Jimin leaned in, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. His hand slid down your thigh languidly, exploring the sensitive skin.
"Need some help?"
No reluctance, no sugar coating. He was all too eager to provide, to give you what you've been deprived of, pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs to pick up right where Yoongi left off.
"That's a good girl," the charming devil breathed into your ear, his palm beating against your sensitive cunt loudly, lewdly. "It was just a mistake, wasn't it? You won't let anyone else walk you home anymore, right, baby?"
He dropped a kiss onto your cheek when you mewled, nodding desperately, the knot is your stomach so close to unraveling.
"You're so naughty," he whispered, his mouth brushing against yours with each syllable, dripping with sweet mockery. "Can't follow rules and can't fuck yourself either. Your little fingers aren't enough? Had to wake me up to come?"
You moaned into his lips, tears burning your eyes again, though this time it was mostly due to the heated tension in your tummy finally snapping. Jimin groaned softly in return, his fingers curling inside you, ceaseless in their deep, hard thrusts. You felt yourself gush around them, your head spinning in the dark.
"Such a good girl," he purred, hungry, blown out eyes cast downwards. "Look at this pretty fucking cunt."
Your thighs trembled, pelvis lifting off the mattress and cunt clenching more at the filthy praise. Your hips twitched, then lowered back down. The pulsing around his digits faded in intensity, a sign for him to slow to a stop. Tingling, you let your head fall to the side, trying to take in some much needed air. You were quite literally on cloud nine, light and up somewhere in a dimension closer to dreams than wakefulness, already nodding off.
Gently, Jimin nudged you, let you lean on him as he walked you back into your bedroom to tuck you in. He barely got back into his own bed before Yoongi appeared in the doorway, his arms crossed.
"I'm not doing this anymore."
Jimin glanced over at him, prompting his head up on the pillow.
"Aw, come on. She deserved a little torture today."
Yoongi's expression remained unreadable, his tone detached.
"I don't care. If you want her here, you can get her here yourself."
Jimin frowned. No, this wasn't how things worked. You weren't quite there yet; you've barely let go of the guilt of sneaking around behind your parents' back with your stepbrother. Getting involved with both? You still needed to be reassured, seduced, coaxed; and Jimin got the short end of the stick because he didn't make his move first. How petty was this?
"I'm not cleaning up after you anymore either."
Two pairs of keys were thrown in his direction, their silver gleam catching his attention. He recognized his own chain immediately, and right beside it landed Namjoon's.
He looked up at the elder.
"I clean my own messes. Learn to clean yours, too."
With that, Yoongi turned around and left, not even bothering to close the door after himself. Moody asshole. Annoyed, Jimin let out a heavier sigh and got up to shut it properly. He was hard as a rock and he needed to get off; then to sleep. He didn't care how mad Yoongi was at him for hurting your feelings; it wasn't like he forced him to punish you or not let you come, anyway. He only asked for the latter - very politely, might he add - because how else could he be guaranteed you'd conquer your shame and end up at this door? He sure as hell didn't force him into doing any cleaning either. He had nothing to gain from that.
It was a complicated matter. Yoongi had horns, too; they just seemed a little smaller. Jimin knew he wasn't as impulsive as him. He also definitely seemed more prone to the manipulations of his heart, and probably saved the fool from bleeding to death in his own house tonight.
All because of you.
Because in the end, no matter how much he tried to change, he was just like Jimin. A scorched creature. And all those were creatures of habit.
Still, he had plenty of skeletons in his closet; and his own copy of keys to Namjoon's place, locked away in the deepest corners of his drawers for the darker nights, when at last deemed necessary to use. In the end, despite their differences, he was just like Jimin. Heart torn open and bleeding endlessly, emptier with each thump. Until you touched him and all the pain faded into light, your gentle hands finding no difficulty taming a creature so scorched. And yet, the scars remained. You couldn't be there to soothe the aches all the time. And no matter how much he tried to keep himself chained to your leg, like the pathetic pet you reduced him to, sooner or later you'd always have somewhere else to be, or you'd make another mistake. And in moments like this, even if it took time, Yoongi always ended up breaking free and bringing more bones to hide in the backyard.
