28.4k words, Rated: E, Complete, James/Lily. Happy birthday, @mabelexclamationpoint
It's the perfect meet-cute on the plane. They kiss in the airport, and promise to see each other again soon. Then, they find out the devastating truth: their parents are getting married. That should be the end, but it turns out, James and Lily have a hard time forgetting about their new step-sibling.
Chapter’s synopsis : Although he was the one who introduced you to his friends, Jungkook doesn't like your closeness to Taehyung at all. And when you go home after a sweet afternoon filled with laughter and jokes, Jungkook is more than willing to let you know how he feels about your closeness.
Warning : Jealous Jungkook, dominant Jungkook, self-doubt, hard sex, spanking, derogatory nicknames, fingering, denial of pleasure, on the edge of pleasure, possessiveness, unprotected sex, internal ejaculating.
Word count : 8.2k
Chapter’s song : Toxic Poney - ALTÉGO, Britney Spears, Ginuwine
n/a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. Enjoy your reading, and please don’t forget to vote and comment 😁.
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The rest of the night went well. After the incident with the photo from the previous night, I quickly put my phone on the table. It saved me from thinking about what Jungkook had said and how his words affected me.
His tone was not threatening, and I doubt it will ever come to that, but something dominant in his voice did not leave me indifferent.
After Jungkook leaned over and said, "We'll talk about it when we get home," his hand quickly found its way to my thigh before he gave it a minimal squeeze. Every minute Jungkook pressed it, reminding me that he and no one else were in his shoes. He and no one else would have me tonight and probably for the foreseeable future.
I never liked men who were too possessive of me or of women in general. It showed they were insecure and thought their partners would go elsewhere immediately.
But with Jungkook, I saw something different. He was not insecure, which I thought was stupid. Instead, the other men had to be insecure when Jungkook was in the same room.
He had everything going for him. The height as well as a perfect physique, a body that could make any woman with functional eyes wet. His voice alone could make anyone lose their mind. Not to mention that he was incredible in bed.
No, what he had shown me tonight had nothing to do with insecurity. He was more territorial. As if he wanted me to know that no one else would ever be able to make me live and feel what I live and feel with him.
And for some reason, I was excited.
After the newlyweds finally got the ball rolling, the guests, including me, finally got their turn on the dance floor.
After his little scene at the table, I would not have to see Jungkook get jealous again. But, the universe had not stopped playing with his nerves and emotions for the evening.
I was quietly living my life on the dance floor with my godmother and some of my mother's bridesmaids. Jungkook had just left the dance floor to cool off as we danced to four songs together. When, out of nowhere, a guy appeared and started walking toward me. I had never seen him before; he must have been someone Jungkook knew.
At first, I thought he knew one of the girls I was with, but I soon realized that wasn't the case when they all looked at me and asked me who he was, to which I quickly replied that I didn't know him either. Then, as time passed, he tried to get closer to me.
Not wanting to be rude, especially during the party where my mother was in the spotlight, and risking ruining my mood and those with me, I simply ignored him. At least until he made the first move and tried to interact with me.
When I replied to him politely, everyone could see that I didn't care about him, had no desire to meet him, and doubted that I would ever have to meet him again. Instead, only one person at the party really interested me. In fact, I was looking for him at this exact moment, hoping to find him and get out of this embarrassing situation.
During these moments, I would welcome his territorial side, even if we had nothing official, and not towards a picture on Instagram of a guy I would surely not see again soon. Especially now that we didn't live in the same city.
Scanning the room with my eyes, I saw him a little farther away, in the company of his father and another man.
His jacket was hanging over the back of his chair, while the shirt he was wearing now had three of its top buttons undone. His forearms were also exposed as he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his veins, which drove me crazy every time they came into view. Especially when his skilled fingers were busy giving me pleasure.
As he sipped a beer and pretended to be interested in what the two men were discussing, his eyes fixed on me.
I knew he had not missed anything about the stranger's approach, but he did nothing, which surprised me a little. He stood next to his father as if rooted to the ground.
Like the other guests, the stranger was dressed in a black tuxedo. He wore a white shirt under his suit jacket and a bow tie. His black hair was slightly disheveled, probably from running his fingers through it. From where I was, I could already smell the alcohol on his breath. The mixture of his perfume and the alcohol made me sick.
I had not paid any attention to him since his arrival, and the guy in question seemed immensely annoyed by my lack of interest in him. Only Jungkook interested me, and he - Jungkook - knew it. Trying his luck, the guy leaned over to me to say something in my ear to make sure he could be heard over the music. By this time, Jungkook seemed to have snapped out of his trance, not losing any of my interaction with the stranger.
"What do you say we go away for a while and get to know each other better?"
I knew it. I had plenty of those types in Daegu, so I didn't have to worry about them. I learned how to turn them down. That's why I got into trouble with guys who didn't like my rejection. I had touched their ego.
Despite my rejections on several occasions, the stranger persisted. I could see that he was determined not to go home alone - or to his hotel room - but to waste his time with me.
I hadn't given up, and I hadn't given in to his complaints. In the end, when the guy saw that I was determined to have nothing to do with him, he asked me for satisfaction. The thing is, I didn't have to justify myself. No woman should have to justify ending a two-bit flirtation with a man, attractive or not. Unfortunately, this wasn't clear to everyone.
What had begun with words had ended with physics. The stranger wrapped his frail arms around my waist, pulling me closer as if that would help me change my mind. On the contrary, it made him even more repulsive. Nothing is more unpleasant and unattractive in a person than forcing another person to do something they don't want to do, at least, I think so.
Seeing that I didn't react the way he had hoped, the guy tried to force a kiss on my lips. That was the last straw. I was so close to slapping him, but I had no pleasure.
Everything happened so fast. One moment I was facing the man, and the next, I was facing a broad back. Even though I hadn't heard his voice nor seen his face, I recognized the person who had come between the man - probably drunk - and me.
My body had sold out. Jungkook was having an effect on me just by being there. This was not a good sign.
When I looked over Jungkook's shoulder, I saw that the insisting man was now on the ground. Jungkook hadn't pushed him hard, just enough to get him away from me, but he was on the floor because of his condition.
Jungkook's gesture did not go unnoticed, especially by the people around us. The woman I was dancing with came up to me and asked if I was okay. I assured them that everything was fine.
"Jungkook." I grabbed his arm to prevent him from headbutting the guy, thus avoiding any major trouble. Still, this was our parents' wedding, and the last thing we wanted was a fight.
"Look, man. This is my dad's wedding, so I won't cause a scene. You have five seconds to get your ass as far away from her as possible. Am I clear?" Jungkook's voice was firm and determined. It was times like this that I would hate to confront him.
Fortunately, he had never spoken to me in that tone, and if he ever did, I don't think I could hold back the tears. Without seeing him, I was sure Jungkook was clenching his jaw as his tongue pocked his cheek.
The guy still on the ground looked like he was going to fight but changed his mind at the last moment. Instead, a frightened glow took over his features. The guy was gone in less than two seconds, and fortunately, I wouldn't see him all night.
"Are you okay?" Jungkook sighed as his shoulders relaxed before turning around and examining me thoroughly to ensure I was okay.
"Yeah." I didn't realize how tense I was. Only when Jungkook put his hands on me, I felt my body relax under his touch. I was afraid I would have to step in and separate them. Thankfully that didn't happen.
"I'll leave you two seconds, and you're already in trouble." He smiled as his eyes locked with mine, but I realized there was some seriousness in what he said.
"All the more reason to stick with me." I winked at him and returned to your table, Jungkook at my heels as I poured myself a drink. After what happened, I needed to drown it all in alcohol.
The rest of the night went well. I didn't see the stranger again, which was good because I felt I couldn't hold Jungkook this time. Several times I tried to take the glasses off his nose to find out what he had done to scare the poor guy. It's almost as if he dared to look in your direction without looking like he was about to shit himself out of fear.
"A magician never reveals his secrets." That was all I was allowed to say before he moved on to other things.
When midnight rolled around, it was time for the parents to cut the cake and open their presents. The guests had managed to be original and spoil them with various gifts. But nothing compared to my gift with Jungkook.
I knew my mother and how much she loved to travel, bask in the sun, sip cocktails, and be pampered at the spa while maintaining her curious and adventurous side. My group gift with Jungkook, even though we had an ulterior motive, was the one the parents appreciated the most. Not only did it come from their children, but it would also give them a break from work.
Two weeks in the Dominican Republic was all they needed. They would finally be able to be just the two of them, without children, without the stress of work. Just the two of them in love.
"But wait, the flight is in the morning. We'll never have time to pack and fly in time." My mother looked at her new husband.
But when her eyes landed on Jungkook and me, and she saw the knowing looks we gave each other, she quickly realized that we hadn't left anything to chance.
A few hours before the parents arrived and JeonSeok and Jungkook were kicked out of the apartment, Jungkook and I snuck into the parents' room to pack their bags. We made sure to leave nothing out. Swimsuits, underwear, outfits, evening wear - in case they decided to go on a more formal outing like a restaurant. Everything was there. Not to mention comfortable shoes for exploring.
"Your flight's in five hours. Don't worry; everything is in the trunk of the car," Jungkook said with a big smile, letting the parents know that Saejun, the driver, was also an accomplice.
The rest of the evening was summed up by Jungkook and me dancing on the dance floor. Since the incident with the stranger, Jungkook refused to leave me alone, and I thanked him for that.
At around 3am, the parents left for the airport while the party was still in full swing. Since we were the bride and groom's children and had nothing to do the next day, since we were still on vacation and the school year would start in a few weeks, Jungkook and I stayed until the end of the party.
The day had just started when the rest of the guests left, and Jungkook and I were finally able to go home.
The advantage of being the bride and groom's family members and the last to leave the party was that we could say goodbye to the guests, thank them for being there, and enjoy the leftover food, desserts, and cake.
When we got home, Jungkook and I rushed to heat the food. Firstly because we were hungry and secondly because we were hoping to sober up a bit.
We were so tired that we went to bed after finishing our plates without running the dishwasher. Too bad, we will do it when our sleep hours catch up.
Author's point of view
Jungkook struggled to keep his composure in front of his friends. He was distracted by YN's beautiful body, which was only a few tiny steps away from him and his friends.
Anyone with functioning eyes could see how beautiful YN was. No doubt she was a gym-goer. Her body was toned, and her curves were well-defined with ample and generous breasts and butt. Her body was delicately and generously kissed by the sun's rays, leaving traces of its passage and caramelizing her complexion to perfection.
In addition, the swimsuit she was wearing accentuated her already ample breasts, and the bottom of her swimsuit did nothing to hide what belonged to Jungkook.
He was displeased. What right did you have to show other people what belonged to him? No one else had the right to admire the masterpiece that you were. Unfortunately, he had no say in the matter, which frustrated him the most. And even if you did, he wouldn't give himself the right to tell you what to wear and what not to wear. Even if your relationship had been real and official, and even if Jungkook wanted to think and tell you again that you belonged to him as much as he belonged to you, you belonged to yourself in the end.
A few steps from where Jungkook was with his friends Jin and Taehyung, a group of guys didn't mind rinsing their eyes over your body. Jungkook had to do something, or he would lose his nerve.
The worst part is that you were so deep in your bubble that you didn't even notice. You didn't even know that Jungkook and his friends were on the beach just a few meters away.
In the boys' group, they started challenging each other and betting on who would end up with your phone number. Nothing was at stake, just their pride and predatory status. The winner would be the one who not only got your number but also got you into bed. Pathetic. Luckily, you had no idea how they were talking about you. Otherwise, you would have put them in their place.
When you are done spreading your towel on the sand to enjoy the last rays of the day before going home, you lay on it, belly facing the ground, to get a little tan.
Your skin was still wet from diving into the sea. One by one, the drops dried on your caramel-colored body.
You were surfing Instagram to see if your godmother had removed the last photo from your mother's bachelorette party. She had, and thank God.
You were about to put on your headphones to enjoy the rest of the day, lulled by the music on your 'chill' playlist, when the sun's rays blocked it.
Looking up, you saw a man, no doubt not much older than yourself.
"Hi," you had to admit, the man was handsome. Tall, dark, and muscular, his skin was pale despite the beautiful days and sunshine that had recently bathed the city of Busan. His cheeks were flush, probably from the sun and the heat.
"I saw you coming out of the water like a goddess, and I thought, why not say hello and hope to get to know you?" The guy makes himself comfortable and sits beside you on the white sand. Copying him, you sit on your towel to get a more appropriate posture and avoid a sore neck.
"She's not interested." Before you have time to say anything, another male voice interrupts.
Surprise is written all over your faces - the guy's and yours. You had yet to expect to see him here. Jungkook stood there, towering over you, wearing swim shorts as his only clothing and his silky brown hair fluttering in the wind despite the sun. He was gorgeous, and the sunlight behind him only accentuated that fact.
"Who are you? Can't you see that the pretty girl and I are conversing? Get lost; your presence is not wanted here." The guy stands up. He is a little shorter than Jungkook.
You were stunned. How could someone as cute as him be so rude? You felt sorry for Jungkook, luckily, you knew him, and you knew how he would react. If you didn't, you would have felt so bad for him.
On the other hand, you knew how much Jungkook couldn't stand people talking down to him. Besides, nobody would have liked it, but Jungkook was on a different level. You could see him starting to boil, like a pressure cooker ready to explode. The contraction of his jaw and the tongue in his mouth gave him away. So you decided to intervene because you didn't want to see Jungkook get into trouble because of that rude guy.
"Listen to me, you bastard. You see, that young lady you're trying to befriend is none other than my little sister. So if you don't want me to rearrange your face, take your little group and leave here". Jungkook steps forward and closes the distance between the other brown guy and himself.
What a shock. Jungkook never addressed you like that. He had never told anyone in person that you were his little sister. So you were a little surprised, but you quickly regained your composure and pretended that his words didn't affect you.
The other guy also closed the distance, and that was your cue to step in before the tension between the two fizzled out and the situation got out of hand.
"Okay, guys, let's take it down a notch." You would step between them.
"YN, stay out of this." It was ridiculous; their staring contest to see who would give up first was pathetic.
"Kook, please. It's not worth it. Let's go." Once again, you tried to reason with him. "We're not the only ones on the beach. There are families with children, so please have some consideration for them."
Still proud, Jungkook wasn't the first to look away. Without making any more fuss, the guy who accosted you returns to his buddies. Angry is not enough to describe your current state. You would have expected Jungkook to show maturity in a situation like this.
You knew he only meant well for you, but for the moment, his pissing contest had ruined the mood.
"You're unbelievable." You sit back down on the towel that is still on the floor.
"What? Would you rather I let him trick you?" Jungkook crouches down to be on the same level as you.
He didn't understand why you reacted the way you did. Anyone in your position would be thrilled to see their partner stand up for her. But his lack of confidence in your ability to defend yourself offended you.
"First of all, ouch. I'm not as naive as I look, Jungkook." Annoyed, you focused on your phone and tried to ignore his presence.
Seeing that he had upset you with his words, Jungkook rubbed his forehead as he tried to find the right words in his head so as not to offend you even more.
"Baby, that's not what I meant." Jungkook blocks the view of your phone screen before using his index finger under your chin to get your attention.
"I know you're not naive, and I didn't intend to hurt your feelings. It's just that..." He sighs and pauses for a moment before continuing. "I know those kinds of guys very well; those intentions weren't good towards you. You're a good girl, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
It pissed him off that men these days - not all, but a large portion - see and think of women only as things to be used for their carnal pleasure. It seems that courtesy and chivalry have disappeared over the generations. But what made Jungkook even more upset was that this was happening to you.
"I also know that you're not a damsel in distress, and I'm far from being the knight in shining armor, but as long as I'm breathing, I won't let anyone hurt you or play with you."
There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. You knew Jungkook was not a macho man who only saw women as fragile little things. And you admired that. But at the moment you couldn't decide otherwise.
"I know. Excuse me."
"Only if you give me a beautiful smile." His silly smile, showing his bunny teeth, triggered yours.
"Good girl." Your heart was racing in your chest. He had never talked to you like that. You never thought you'd hear a man speak to you like that, and strangely enough, it didn't bother you. When you read about it in books, you cringed because you found it too corny. It must have been the Jungkook effect.
"Come on, pack your things, and come with me. There are some people I want you to meet." But his primary purpose - aside from introducing you to his friends - was to put as much distance as possible between you and the group of guys who continued to stare at you without an ounce of shame.
Once you had gathered all your things and at least put on your black jeans shorts, Jungkook took you by the hand before pulling you towards two young men sitting on towels.
"Sit down." Like yours a few moments before, a black towel on the floor, probably Jungkook's, was lying on the floor.
Sitting on the towel next to you, Jungkook continued with the introductions.
On your left, the one called SeokJin, Jin for the intimates, dressed in a white tank top and blue swim shorts, was not unknown to you. You didn't know him personally, but he was the customer of the Paradise Hotel you had served a week ago, sitting there watching his friends play.
In front of him was another man you vaguely remembered seeing, but you had never interacted with him directly. His name was Taehyung.
Jungkook's two friends were just as handsome as Jungkook, and you were sure that between the three of them, they must have made hearts flutter. Luckily for you, one wasn't yours, but it was the same.
"If I'm not mistaken, you work at the Paradise Hotel, right?" Jin tried to get the conversation going.
"Absolutely."
"By the way, how is your head?" When Taehyung asked you that, you hadn't immediately understood what he was implying. Then, you remember that your first encounter with Jungkook was because a volleyball hit you in the head.
"It's okay. It had hurt for a few minutes, but the pain passed quickly". You were too busy sucking his best friend's dick back then to worry about a bit of pain in your head.
"I'm really sorry." Taehyung continued, a shy smile on his lips as he rubbed his neck.
"Don't worry about it. It was nothing serious except that I must have lost a neuron or two." The mood was light and cheerful. The four of you had talked for hours; you had gotten to know them and vice versa. Sometimes they teased Jungkook, and sometimes they even had inside jokes.
Sometimes you even thought his friends knew more about your relationship with Jungkook than they were letting on, but you didn't mind because as long as they didn't judge you, you were okay.
You had never laughed as much as you did that afternoon. You had your fill between Jin cracking Dad's jokes and making himself laugh and Taehyung teasing Jungkook here and there.
You decided to end your quiet afternoon at the beach when the sun disappeared behind the horizon line and the wind became slightly cooler.
You were the one driving home while Jungkook was on the passenger side. Jin was the one who had picked him up at your house before going to the beach. He was supposed to drop Jungkook off after their guys' afternoon, but your presence had saved him from a little detour.
During the drive, you noticed that Jungkook was lost in thought, but you didn't want to interrupt him, so you concentrated on the road and let the music softly break the silence. Your passenger was pleased about the meeting between you and his friends. But you couldn't help but wonder if things were moving too fast between you.
You weren't even officially a couple - and Jungkook doubted that you would ever be, although he sincerely hoped that you would be - that you had already been introduced to his friends. Given your situation, you didn't need to meet his father, at least not as a girlfriend.
But things were going so well between you that he couldn't help but integrate you into his life and introduce you to his circle. Ultimately, Jungkook decided not to think about the situation anymore because, according to him, we would remake the world with 'but' and 'ifs.' Instead, he preferred to let things take their course and live their relationship fully and day by day.
Coming out of his thoughts, with only a few minutes left before arriving at your destination, Jungkook broke the silence.
"This is a good day that ended well." He put his hand on your thigh as he looked at you. You couldn't look away, but you knew from his voice that he was smiling at you.
"Yeah. Your friends are really cool. A little crazy, but cool."
"I am sure they like you too." It made you happy to hear that.
On the other hand, although everything was going well between you and the two men, something was still bothering Jungkook. He was happy that you got along with his friends, especially since you didn't have any friends in Busan, but he was a little worried about your closeness with Taehyung.
Unlike Jungkook, Taehyung was a person who had no problem meeting people, a very social person. Jungkook, on the other hand, was more reserved, which made it much harder for him to meet new people. And even when new people are introduced to him, he needs to help engage in conversation.
Jungkook had to do much work to overcome his fear of the unknown. He had to force himself to be sociable, reach out to people, and let them into his life without trying to push them away before he knew them. This was easier said than done, but in the end, with a lot of courage and goodwill, Jungkook succeeded.
Sure, it took some work, but he overcame his shyness and became a natural extrovert.
On the other hand, some things never die. The natural always comes back. His insecurity was always a reserve. Especially when it came to Taehyung. The two men had been friends for a long time, but that didn't stop Jungkook from occasionally comparing himself to his friend.
Taehyung's appearance, voice, and charm made Jungkook doubt his abilities and what he had to offer to those who tried to get close to him. So seeing you laughing and having a good time with his friends, essentially the person causing his low self-esteem, made Jungkook unhappy, not directly at you, but at himself.
Jungkook knew that despite the short time you two had spent together, getting to know each other and fucking occasionally, he knew he could trust you. He knew that if back then you chose him, it was because you were attracted to him and no one else.
But that wasn't enough for his insecurities. So, instead of waiting quietly in his room, letting the water flow under the bridge and thinking, letting his fears dissipate so that he could finally have a clear head, he decided to confront you with the things stuck in his head.
Just before you went to the beach, you stopped to look at the Busan stores. The mall is full of stores with beautiful clothing and items.
You have been thinking about updating your wardrobe for a while. Today, since you have nothing better to do, you decided to go shopping.
A few hours later, on your way home, you drove past the beach. With the sun still shining in the sky, you pulled into the parking lot before getting out your new swimsuit. Usually, when you buy new clothes, you only wear them once you put them in the washing machine to remove the germs and traces of all the people who tried them on before you bought them.
But now you had no choice but to wear it if you wanted to enter the water. Satisfied that no one was around, you rushed to change before getting out of your car and enjoying the last rays of sunlight of the day.
You were expecting a quiet, unhurried end to the day. You undoubtedly didn't wish to be disturbed by a man looking for a booty call, let alone an angry Jungkook.
However, the evening took a nice turn when you met Jungkook's two friends. Jin was quite simple, and despite his dad's jokes, he was funny and nice to hang out with. Taehyung was a real charmer and charlatan, but he was not mean. Just like Jin, it was effortless to talk and laugh with him.
To be honest, Taehyung was charming and a very, very handsome man. He could charm anyone with his looks in a heartbeat. However, Jungkook was the one you were most interested in. Although the time spent with him was not long ago, Jungkook had a special place that no other man could have.
You were not sure if, in the future, another man would take the place Jungkook had, so you did not dare to say that no other man would ever take his place because you did not know what the future held. But for the moment, that seemed right.
While still on the beach, you noticed that Jungkook had very little interaction with you. You watched as Jungkook forced a smile or a laugh out of his friends when they shared funny memories with you.
But suddenly, Jungkook stopped participating in the interactions. He would just say a few words here and there. He was very evasive and lost in his own thoughts.
Even on the drive home, he was reticent, his eyes lost in the scenery as it passed. When you got home, he locked himself in his room, and you haven't seen him since.
That was about to change because Jungkook, walking with a determined step, had just knocked on your room door, which was already open. It was empty, but only for a few seconds because you had just exited your bathroom.
You were surprised to see him there; you didn't think you would see him today, as he had locked himself in his room as soon as you had entered the house. But there he was, in front of you, and from what you could see, Jungkook had also just gotten out of the shower. His hair was wet, and he had swapped his sleeveless tank top and beach shorts for a hoodie and gray Puma track pants.
He looked divine. He had also just come from the barbershop, where he had just trimmed his hair. The serious look on his face made him look dangerous, dark, and very attractive. Just looking at him was enough to turn you on.
"Is everything okay? Do you need anything?" You had to distract yourself from the appearance of the man standing before you.
"Yes," his voice was hoarse.
"How did you find my friends?" He walked towards you like a predator approaching its prey, taking baby steps to not frighten its future victim.
"They're friendly. I liked them. Tae is very charming and easy to talk to."
Ouch, Tae. Jungkook's fears began to come true. Frowning, his dark eyes fixed on yours, Jungkook walked towards you. His jaw tensed as his steps brought him closer to you.
"Tae?" With every step he took towards you, he made you step back.
"Yes, Tae, Taehyung." You frowned, wondering why Jungkook reacted like that? After all, he was the one who made the decision to introduce you to his friends.
Jungkook knew that only very few people were allowed to call Taehyung that way, and if you called him that way, it was because you had the permission of the person in question. For Jungkook, this was proof that his friend was interested in you. And since you were only his step-sister in the eyes of society, if Taehyung ever decided to try something with you, Jungkook had no right to stop him.
For once in his life, Jungkook wanted to be selfish. He wanted to have what Taehyung would hypothetically want.
"So you like my friends. Especially Tae." His patience was limited, and he was determined to tell you that he didn't appreciate your closeness to his friend.
"I never said that; I..."
You didn't have time to finish your sentence. Jungkook came over and threw you against the wall. His eyes were dark, and his gaze shot out lightning bolts threatening to hit you.
Like before with the guy on the beach, Jungkook had put on his intimidating guy mask. His serious look made you shiver and went straight to your body's most sensitive and easily aroused part.
Right now, the energy coming from Jungkook screamed 'danger,' which was a fucking turn-on for you.
"Today, you decided to push my buttons, didn't you? You've been a naughty girl." Pinned to the wall, you couldn't escape. Jungkook narrowed the distance between your faces, your lips brushing against each other as he spoke to you.
"I almost lost my temper twice because of you."
He catches your lower lip between his teeth before speaking slowly. So slowly and profoundly, your body betrays you, trembling under his breath and touches.
"The first time, on the beach, with all the men who dared to look at what is mine."
Then he kisses you roughly, stealing your breath and making you dizzy. Faced with this gesture, his faithful friend wakes up stuck in his pants. Jungkook presses his crotch against yours, causing a wave of pleasure.
"I was this close to rearranging his face if you hadn't intervened."
What the hell was he getting at? Did the man's closeness on the beach, plus your closeness to his friends, really put him in that situation?
"The second time was when you were with Taehyung." He grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes.
"You like other men's attention on you, don't you?" He continues to rub your intimate parts together.
Jungkook saw red. He knew that what he was throwing at you was all bullshit and that once his insecurities were gone, he would bite his fingers off in regret. But for now, he couldn't control the shit coming out of his mouth.
"This is bullshit," Jungkook grabbed your chin again.
"Am I not paying enough attention to you, Kitten? Um, tell me."
You melt. This is bad; you shouldn't melt at Jungkook's immature, but at the same time, so exciting attitude. Your poor heart is about to give out. You were struggling to breathe correctly. Jungkook, on the other hand, enjoyed the power you let him have over you. Because, yes, that was the case, you allow him to have a hold on you.
Seeing your chest rise and fall so fervently, desperately trying to force air into your lungs. The air that Jungkook had stolen without any effort. The lustful look you gave him made Jungkook feel powerful.
He loved the warmth emanating from your body, which crashed into his. He moved his hands around your body, grabbing your breasts between his big hands, causing you to make sensual moans that made his cock throb.
When he saw that you were about to open your mouth again, he forced his lips on hers.
"Shh, I don't want to hear you." His mouth came closer to your ear. "You don't know how much I wanted to strip you down, fuck you hard in front of all his men and show them who you belong to."
His harsh words awoke your pussy even more. You longed for his caresses, his long cock caressing your walls. Your pussy desperately wanted to feel every millimeter of his long, hard cock penetrating you until it kissed your womb. Or Jungkook's mouth greedily devouring your pussy as his fingers sank into you.
"Besides, I think you deserve a little punishment, you naughty girl."
This Jungkook was in no way the sweet, gentle Jungkook you knew. He had never shown this dark and authoritarian side.
He grabbed you by the hair before throwing you on the bed. You landed flat on your stomach on the mattress and tried to get up but were forced to stay in the same position. Jungkook's hand is on your back, forcing you to stay still.
Jungkook's hands were on your hips, forcing you to lift your ass. He pulls down your shorts and panties simultaneously, exposing your already wet and aroused pussy. Suddenly, his hand comes down on the sensitive skin of your right butt, followed by a caress to soothe the tingling sensation caused by the rough contact of his palm against your sensitive skin.
You wanted all the things that Jungkook wanted to make you feel through his spanking. Strangely enough, you wanted to be used, to be fucked. You wanted to be fucked hard and deep for hours and hours without a break. In theory, you felt you could take it all in stride, but you knew you would not be able to in practice. Your pussy would be too sensitive, and eventually, you would feel more pain than pleasure.
Jungkook's spankings only made you feel worse. You were shaking all over; your pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every noise from Jungkook's beating. The tears were in your eyes, but you had no idea why they were there. The only thing you knew was that it felt delicious and that the man standing at the foot of the bed, right behind you, enjoyed giving you pleasure through pain.
Ending your torture, a hand slipped unhesitatingly between your ass cheeks before reaching its main target, then his fingers dug roughly into your pussy. You moaned as his fingers sank deep into you, hitting soft, smooth walls well lubricated by your wetness.
Just as suddenly as his fingers found their way into you, they found their way out the same way, leaving a slimy trail running down your thighs.
"You belong to me, YN." Jungkook's voice was unrecognizable to you. It wasn't the first time you saw him acting out of lust, but this lust was mixed with something dark, something deeper.
"I can do whatever I want to you." His hand fell again on the poor right cheek of your beautiful, plump, round ass.
"And now I want to turn your pretty little ass a nice pinkish red, which I'm sure will look great on you." Jungkook started the spanking with light slaps to continue his crescendo strokes. He was fascinated by the swaying and undulating of your ass under his care. Jungkook was an ass man. Beautiful butts like yours attracted him more than anything else.
As you were spanked, you felt your lower cheeks heat up as your pussy contracted into the void, calling out for his cock and inviting him to penetrate you as fast and hard as possible. Your sobs and moans really excited the person responsible for your current state.
Your breathing quickened as Jungkook ended the series of spankings with a final one so sharp that the lines of his hand were imprinted on your already reddened skin.
The pain was there, but the lust and desire were over everything, so much so that you felt like you were going to die in this position, on all fours on your lover's bed, your back arched, pussy swollen, not knowing how much this was pleasing and exciting Jungkook even more.
From time to time, while his hand was still touching your sensitive skin and your pussy was collecting all the pleasure flowing through you and going straight to it, you would hear Jungkook's grunts.
Hearing them gave you the courage to bear the pain and all the torture. You just hoped that the game would be worth the candle.
"Turn around." Without further ado, at the risk of making him even angrier than he already was, you turned around in the bed to face him.
You were surprised to find him already naked. His clothes were on the floor while Jungkook stood naked before you, his erect cock, large and bright red at the tip. You loved the combination of his well-built body with his erect and swollen cock. It was out of the norm; at least, it was different from all the dicks you had ever seen. You had only seen three in your life - Jungkook's was the third, but he didn't need to know that.
"Open your mouth wide." Jungkook pushed into your mouth.
"That's right," Jungkook growled. "Wet it well. Make sure it's well lubricated because I plan on shoving it deep into your tight fucking pussy. I'm going to spread your fucking hole nice and wide with my big cock, and you better be able to take it all, nice and easy."
Jungkook pumped mercilessly into your mouth, and you struggled for air. Your jaw felt like it would break under the pressure of his bulk.
This went on for a good minute before Jungkook pulled out completely. Running out of strength and oxygen, you collapsed on the mattress, hoping to regain your strength. But Jungkook had other plans for you. He wanted to keep you the way you were. Weak and more...shall we say cooperative.
Positioning you on all fours again on the bed with your head on the pillows, Jungkook slid two fingers right into your pussy, sinking into your wetness. As you began to arch your back, Jungkook gave you two final hard slaps on each buttock.
He pumped you relentlessly, happy to see how much your pussy swallowed his fingers. As Jungkook wrapped his fingers around you, you moaned so loudly with pleasure that your voice echoed off the room's four walls and sounded like a beautiful symphony in Jungkook's ears.
He played with you and your moment of weakness for a while before he pulled out of you. You felt like you were going to die. You wanted to feel him inside you; you couldn't wait until Jungkook decided to dive into you. He had to do it quickly, or you would die of impatience.
As Jungkook leans in to whisper in your ear, the base of his cock rubs against your pussy as it is about to sink into you once and for all, freeing you from your ordeal.
"I think we've played enough, don't you?" The look you gave him out of the corner of your eye gave Jungkook a feeling of pure, primal pleasure.
"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't remember who you are. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll pass out, and when you wake up, you'll feel me inside you for days.
And so he found himself the next second with his cock deep inside you. With the weight of his body against yours, you didn't have the strength to support both of you, so you collapsed on the bed with Jungkook still on top of you, pressing you against the mattress.
True to his words, Jungkook fucked you hard and without mercy. A hard, pounding fuck that forced you to beg him again and again, to beg him to let you come when pleasure knocked at your door.
Only Jungkook didn't want to be merciful to you. Were you lenient with him when you got close to his friend? Were you lenient with him when you forced him to watch you laughing and giggling with Taehyung when he had not said a word for almost the rest of the evening?
Or when you came home and lived your life while Jungkook himself was not well? No, you weren't. So why would he be like that towards you? That's why he had decided to torture you even more because what he had put you through wasn't good enough.
"You want to come?" You gasped as you felt your orgasm coming on, and even though Jungkook wasn't far away either, he didn't want to end his little game. So he stopped all movements and kept his cock hotly pressed into your little pussy, which tightened around him, making it even harder.
"You're going to have to be patient, baby."
"No!" You whimper. "Please, let me come. Please."
"I love to hear you beg." He throws his head back, a pretty predatory smile on his delicious lips before pistoning dry inside you.
"You want to come, right?" Another hard thrust.
You began to see stars; each time, his words were accompanied by a sharp push that made him thrust hard into you as the head of his cock chastely kissed your womb.
"Please, Koo, I can't hold it any longer."
"Don't call me that." Another push and your ears began to ring as your vision began to blur.
"You have no right to call me that right now, angel." His blows became harder and harder.
Jungkook's broad hand snaked around your neck, and his face moved closer to yours. His lips on yours were warm and wet.
"But I'm still going to give you the pleasure just because you were a good girl and took everything I gave you." Yes! Finally! It was high time he gave you what you wanted because you didn't feel you could take what he had in store.
Your body began to go limp in a helpless way. You wanted to come then and be conscious that all your efforts were not in vain.
"Then fucking come." That's all he said before he started pumping into you like crazy.
The tip of his cock not only kissed your uterus properly, causing a multitude of shivers to run down your body, but his cock also caressed your G-spot, the most sensitive and eager spot inside you.
And in no time, you and Jungkook were at the edge of the cliff, jumping off in unison, hand in hand. Both figuratively and literally. While you buried your head in the pillows, Jungkook took your hand before squeezing it hard as his pleasure invaded his body and mind.
He emptied his balls into you. His semen poured into you, painting your walls with his color.
Jungkook stayed inside you for a while, waiting to catch his breath. Then when his breath and strength returned, He rolled over you before lying on the bed beside you. You didn't move anymore; you couldn't anyway. You could not move anymore; none of your muscles obeyed you.
"Holy shit. That was something." Jungkook laughed as he was still a little dazed.
Not seeing you react, Jungkook was worried. Turning his head to your side, he saw you in the same position he had left you.
"Baby?" You didn't answer.
"Baby, fuck." His voice had lost any hint of cheerfulness and was overwhelmed with worry.
"Honey, answer me." Jungkook knelt on the bed and turned you over so you were on your back.
But his worry disappeared as quickly as it came when he saw a big smile on your lips.
"You little..."
Your laughter echoed around the room.
"Did you think you killed me, Jeon?" When you finally opened your eyes, you saw a shocked look on his face.
"You won't get rid of me anytime soon." You could see the tension on Jungkook's shoulders disappear, replaced by relief.
"I thought you passed out."
Jungkook resumes his position beside you and takes you in his arms, bringing your two shiny, exhausted bodies together. Your back is pressed against Jungkook's torso while his limp cock is wedged between your reddened ass.
"A few more poundings, and I'd pass out." You laugh at your misfortune, and Jungkook follows.
Comfortable, wrapped in his body warmth, you let Morpheus take you in. But before you fell into the limbo of sleep, you heard Jungkook say vaguely:
"You are mine." Then you let his soft breathing rock you.
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first for everything // a hansy one shot for the forbidden fruit fest
Pansy had been Harry’s first for everything.
As a small child, she’d been his first sibling when his parents died. In adolescence, she became his first friend. Just before Fourth Year, she was his first kiss.
And there were a few more firsts afterward.
Or: The story of how Harry Potter fell helplessly in love with his step-sister, Pansy Parkinson.
words: 6,050
tags: nsfw, tep-siblings, background dramione, first kiss, first blowjob, first time, consensual underage sex
Hi again! I don’t think I worded my original ask correctly so I’m rewriting it! There’s no specific genre, just like for a story of fluff. Sorry if it’s bothersome!
Can I get text prompts for step-siblings/parents/children trying to get along and bond with each other? Like maybe kids trying to become friends when they find out their parents are going to marry each other?
And/or can I get text prompts for a person trying to get on their significant other’s siblings’ good side?
Hi! Do you have any prompts for step-siblings/step-families trying to bond and get along? Or maybe any prompts for significant others bonding with their lover’s family members? (1. ask)
Hi :)
Here are some prompts I already have for this: Enemies to siblings, Siblings Prompts, more Siblings Prompts.
And here are some new ones for you!
Step-Siblings Prompts
The best and the worst part of becoming step-siblings was looking through each other's baby photos and watching all the embarrassing home videos to find out about their childhood before this.
Being in the same class as their new sibling, meant that they had to spend practically all day together and got to know each other pretty fast.
While playing games there had always been an unequal number of players, so that having new siblings finally brought balance to their game nights.
The very first thing they achieved as a team, was getting the entire house cleaned in under 10 minutes, because their parents were on their way home and the kids didn't do their chores all day.
Befriending sibling-in-law prompts
Family was very important to their partner. There was no other reason for them to sit next to their sibling-in-law on the couch and try to kill Zombies with them.
Never having had siblings of their own, they immediately took over their partner's siblings.
They were happy that their partner and their sibling got along so well together - but they could live without them constantly teaming up on them.
A fairy tale retelling of the Japanese "Cinderella" within the Eva Evergreen universe
A fairy tale retelling of the Japanese "Cinderella" within the Eva Evergreen universe @julieabebooks
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Alliana, Girl of Dragons, by Julie Abe, (Aug. 2022, Little, Brown Books for Young Readers), $16.99, ISBN: 9780316300353
Ages 8-12
In a Cinderella-inspired Japanese fantasy tale, Alliana is an orphan living with her cruel stepmother and stepsiblings, with only her Grandmother Mari providing any affection. When Grandmother Mari dies, Alliana is bereft and alone in a hostile home, until she rescues…
prompts for an introverted kid who gains two older extroverted stepsiblings?
Extrovert #1 follows their new introverted sib around, trying to convince them to come out to a party with them; introvert continues to walk away as fast as they can
...but once they reach their door, Extrovert #2 is waiting for them inside, it was an AMBUSH
“Two against one isn’t fair.” “Then bring over some friends once and a while!”
Of course, when the introvert gets extremely overwhelmed, the extroverts know how to stop
In fact, they’re masters of pillow-fort building, and it turns out they’re very good at distracting company and keeping them away from the introvert’s room
“Why are you guys in my room?” “If you won’t come out with us, we’re doing a group Netflix night!”
“You guys are crazy.” “...buuuuuut?” “*sigh* But I’m glad we’re family.”
When Dimitri learns that Edelgard and he are going Garreg Mach during the same year a part of him panics. He hasn’t told anyone but Dedue about his estranged step-sister, but a part of him wants to reconnect with the only family he has left aside from his resentful uncle.
At the same time, a part of him doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to face her after her mother died in the flames. He still blames himself for her death, and he sees her face among those that haunt him, reminding him that it was his fault. He needs to focus on revenge, and they’ve both changed so much since they last saw each other, she might not even remember him he knows that...but...
He feels alone sometimes.
Dedue is a wonderful friend, Ingrid and Sylvain try to be there when they can, and even Felix disguises concern as disgust. But...it’s different, he thinks. He loves them all, tenderly, but...
Edelgard is his sister, even if they haven’t been together in a while.
So he decides to reach out.
Edelgard is hesitant believe him at first, but she does remember the noble boy that gave her the dagger, and his words. She never realized that he was her step-brother though, just like he didn’t realize at first. It’s strange to her, to stare at him and realize that he is, technically, a sibling. An unknown one. All her other siblings died long ago, fallen to madness and illness, so it’s almost surreal to see him in front of her. She’s abrasive, because he’s not her brother, not really, and she tells him so.
Still, memories with her were some of the best parts of her childhood.
He respects her wishes and doesn’t bring the matter up again, treating her with professional curtsy. It should be enough, but now the information is stuck in her mind, growing like an unwanted fungus in her brain that she can’t quite rid of. She finds herself...distracted...by the idea. She misses her siblings, and she had never even been close to some of them, so the idea of having a brother, a slightly younger brother...is infectious.
But she has a goal in mind, and there’s no room for him in it. She’s going to start a war soon, and he and Claude need to be out of the way for her to succeed...
...out of the way doesn’t have to mean dead though.
She’s willing to explore her options.
She’s not willing to risk her mission on it, so if the opportunity to kill him arises, she’ll take it, but if she could perhaps pursued or capture him then maybe...
Her first attempt is for his dead. He and Claude could have both died in one fell swoop with the bandits, and it would have been easier.
She didn’t count on Captain Jeralt coming back seemingly for the dead to save them. And she certainly didn’t count on him having a somehow more extraordinary child.
Her attention is caught.
Jeralt’s child becomes a professor for the Blue Lions, her step-brother’s house.
She wants to gather information on them, and Dimitri seems like the perfect excuse. That’s how she justifies it anyway. Get closer to him, get closer to this new threat. It’s easy to convince herself. So she approaches him, saying she’s willing to give them a try.
She doesn’t expect to actually become fond of him.
He’s as sweet and earnest as she remembers, even if sometimes she can find a hidden darkness in his eyes, when he stares out into the long distance like he’s actually staring at something she can’t see. But they bond, over books and weapons and...her mother...
He tells her stories he half remembers, trying to comfort her.
They train together, and sometimes that teacher watches. Dimitri preens under the attention, and there’s a ever growing fountain of fondness in his eyes. He confides in her, on day, that he’s growing more and more fond of them, that they’ve become a valued friend and confidant to confide in, and she can’t help but understand.
She watches him fall in love in front of her eyes, and she doesn’t even know who she’s more jealous of, him for having the teacher’s attention, or the teacher for having his.
It doesn’t matter, it’s puppy love doomed to fail. They’ll both die anyway.
Then he tells her the truth of her mother’s death one night after they both wake from nightmares. How he never blamed her mother for leaving him in the flames to try and save her own life. It fuels resentment in her, resentment she can’t imagine, and she knows who is to blame, but she already has plans to rid of them...later...once her revolution is won.
Dimitri looks her in the eyes and promises her that they’ll have revenge.
She thinks that’s the moment she may start to love him, and silently agrees.
Time passes like that, and slowly, gathering information on the teacher is less important. She wants the teacher no less, but Dimitri is also becoming someone she knows she’ll miss once the war has begun. He’s starting to become someone important to her, her only family left besides her father and uncle. Her only sibling left. She starts playing ideas of somehow accomplishing her goals and keeping Dimitri alive, maybe even taking that interesting teacher. It’s foolish, but she can plan...just in case.
She fully realizes she’s allowed herself to love him after Remire Village, when his nightmares came to life and a long buried rage is ignited in his heart. Watching this must be like Duscar all over again, and the disgust she already felt grows as she watches him break down.
She wonders if all her siblings are cursed to fall too madness because of Those Who Slither In The Dark.
She only realizes what she thought after it’s already played through her head twice. She accepts her feelings quietly, because now was not the time of place to fight them. Another little brother has gone mad and she knows who is responsible. They’ll die, she assures herself, they’ll die and she won’t let them have this brother.
Loving him is like grabbing her own heart in her hand and squeezing tight. It was a mistake, but one that’s too late to fix. All she can do now is take advantage of the time they have.
It all falls apart in the Tombs. Whatever bit of sanity was left in him died when her mask fell to the ground. He doesn’t have all the facts, she hadn’t bothered to share, and he’s too lost to listen to reason. He throws a lance, and perhaps some sane part of him missed on purpose before he was lost completely, she doesn’t know, but that mad glint in his eyes as he crushes her men with his bare hands proves that Those That Slither have taken him too.
She starts the war knowing he’ll probably die.
That teacher that holds his heart is lost, and his uncle is killed. She sends men for him once Faerghus is a Dukedom, claiming authority over his life, hoping she could keep him safe in a cell and cared for through his madness, hoping she won’t fully lose another one. But he somehow escapes.
She knows she’ll have to kill him.
A bounty is placed on his head. Anyone who kills him earns her favor and the favor of the Empire.
And if she also promises that any who manage to capture him alive and bring him in are twice as rewarded. Well, that’s something she just allowed herself.
Hey!! Been loving your page for forever, i'm really glad you are back and doing fine💞💞Can you please suggest some fics where the main ship are step-brothers, or just forbidden love type of thing? Thank you so much✨💜
Hey!! thank you for the love, i’ll look for some!
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