Let's continue from where I left.
Author's Pov
The room was still, heavy with the memory of last night.
Y/N had given herself to Namjoon again - the quiet, forbidden kind of intimacy that left her trembling long after his hands left her skin. She thought it was their secret.
But someone else had been watching.
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Jungkook's room was dim, the only light coming from the glow of his phone screen. He sat shirtless, back against the headboard, chest rising slowly with every breath. His earbuds were in. But the sound...
The sound was her.
Y/N's moans. Her soft gasps. The way she whispered Namjoon's name while being taken apart.
His eyes were fixed on the video - on the way her body arched under his father's touch. Her parted lips. Her trembling thighs.
Jungkook's hand gripped the blanket over his lap, moving slowly, lost in the rhythm of her pleasure on screen.
Then-
The door opened.
He didn't hear it until it was too late.
Y/N stood in the doorway, stunned. Her eyes locked onto the screen... onto herself... on top of Namjoon.
Jungkook froze, yanking the earbuds out.
"Shit-"
Her gaze traveled from the video... to the unmistakable tent under the blanket.
"You recorded us?" she asked quietly.
"I didn't mean to- I just-" Jungkook stammered.
But she didn't back away.
She stepped inside. Shut the door behind her.
"You like watching me like that?" she asked, her voice low, curious... sultry.
He swallowed. "You looked so fucking good. I couldn't stop."
Y/N approached the bed, her steps slow, deliberate.
"And now?" she whispered. "You still want to watch... or do you want a taste for yourself?"
Jungkook looked up at her, lips parted. "Don't play with me."
She climbed onto the bed without breaking eye contact, straddling him. His breath caught as her fingers grazed his bare chest.
"I'm not playing," she murmured, leaning in until her lips hovered just above his. "You've been patient long enough."
Jungkook couldn't believe his luck as Y/N straddled him, her lips hovering tantalizingly close. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, jerking off to the very video she'd just caught him watching. Now, here she was, offering herself to him.
Jungkook's hands shot up to grip her hips possessively, pulling her flush against him. He deepened the kiss hungrily, his tongue sliding against hers as he explored her mouth. His hardening length pressed eagerly against her core, seeking friction. He broke the kiss to pant against her lips.
"Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined," he whispered, his thumb caressing her bottom lip. Then, with surprising strength, he flipped them over so he was on top. "You have no idea how many times I've watched that video, imagining it was me making you scream like that,"
Ahhhhh,He began kissing and nipping down her neck, his hands roaming over her body. He palmed her breasts through her shirt, squeezing and massaging them. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Y/N. Better than my dad ever did."
He chuckled against her skin, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt. "You like that? The thought of me fucking you better than Namjoon?" He pushed her shirt open, revealing her black lace bra. "Fuck, you're even sexier in person."
Yes I like that,He unhooked her bra with one swift motion, freeing her full breasts. He took a moment to admire them before lowering his head to take a rosy peak into his mouth. He sucked and licked, switching between the two peaks until she was arching off the bed.
"So sensitive," he murmured, trailing kisses down her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and panties, slowly pulling them down her legs. He tossed them aside, leaving her completely bare before him.
Jungkook licked his lips as he took in the glorious sight of Y/N laid bare before him. He positioned himself between her thighs, nudging them apart gently. "Look at this pretty pussy," he breathed, running a finger teasingly along her slit. "Already so wet for me, huh?"
Yes,He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. "I'm going to eat this pussy like it's my last meal." Without waiting for a response, he leaned down and ran his tongue along her folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
Ahhhhhh Jungkook.......
"Fuck," he muttered against her, "You taste even better than I thought." He settled comfortably between her legs, his tongue exploring every inch of her, lapping up her wetness. He focused on her clit, circle it with expert precision, remembering exactly how she liked it from the video.
Seeing tears of pleasure streaming down her face only made him more determined. He sucked her clit into his mouth, applying just the right amount of pressure as he slid two fingers inside her. He curled them upward, hitting that spot that always made her scream in the video.
He added a third finger, thrusting slowly but steadily as he continued to work her clit with his tongue. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, knew she was close "Come for me, baby," he whispered against her, then sealed his mouth over her clit again, sucking harder
She cried out, her entire body shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over her. He kept up the pace with his fingers and mouth, drawing out her orgasm until she was completely spent "That's my good girl," he praised, wiping her juices from his mouth with a satisfied grin.
"Look at you, all messy and fucked out," he commented, admiring her flushed face and the wetness between her legs. He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. "I need to fuck you now, before I lose my mind."
"I want you to watch in the mirror as I fuck you," he growled, positioning her bent over in front of the large mirror attached to his bedroom wall. He grabbed her hips roughly, pressing his hard length against her wet opening. "Keep your eyes on the mirror, understand?"
Yes Jungkook, He slowly pushed inside her, his eyes locked with hers in the mirror. He watched as her mouth parted in a silent gasp, her eyes rolling back slightly. He pulled out and snapped his hips forward, making her breasts bounce in the reflection. "Fuck, look at you taking my cock so perfectly,"
*He pounded into her mercilessly, his strong hands gripping her hips possessively. He watched as his length disappeared inside her over and over, the mirror reflecting their primal dance. "You like seeing yourself get fucked?"
"Answer while looking at the mirror," he commanded, his voice hoarse as he continued to thrust into her. She looked up at the mirror, her eyes meeting his reflection as he asked, "Who's getting fucked in the mirror, huh?"
Me it's me Jungkook, "And who's the one doing the fucking?" He reached around and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he slammed into her. "Look at the mirror and tell me who's fucking that pretty pussy." His voice was firm, demanding an answer. "Say my name."
THE JEON JUNGKOOK
"Goddamn right," He muttered, watching her breasts sway with each thrust. "Spread your legs wider," He ordered. "Let the mirror show your pussy getting stuffed with my dick." He pulled out almost all the way and snapped his hips forward again, making her moan loudly.
"Keep looking at the mirror, baby. Watch how my big dick stretches your tight little hole." He kept a punishing pace, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. "You're mine now. This pussy belongs to me, got it?" He growled possessively. "Say it."
Ahhhhh,"Fuck, you're so tight and wet. Answer me or I'll stop fucking you," He threatened, his pace slowing down deliberately. "Whose pussy is this?" He slapped her ass hard, making her jump and look at the mirror again.
Please don't stop, "Whose pussy is it?" He demanded, his voice dripping with dominance as he slowed his thrusts to almost torturously slow. "Say 'It's Jungkook's pussy'," He ordered, his eyes locked with hers in the mirror.
ITS JUNGKOOK'S PUSSY
"Damn right," He growled approvingly, picking up his pace again. He watched his length disappear inside her again and again. "Look at how your big tits bounce when I fuck you hard," He commented, watching their reflection. "You like watching yourself take my big dick?"
Yes so damn much, He grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back further to keep her eyes on the mirror. "Who does this big bed belong to?" He asked, slapping her other cheek hard. "Whose bed are you getting fucked on?" He demanded, his hips snapping forward relentlessly.
You Jeon Jungkook
"That's right, you're getting fucked good on Jungkook's bed, spreading your cream all over my sheets. You better fucking come soon, 'cause I'm not going to last," He admitted, watching her breasts bounce in the mirror.
Ummmm...."Goddamn, you look so sexy getting pounded like this," He commented, watching his reflection thrust behind her petite frame. "Spread your legs wider. Show the mirror your pussy getting hammered." He pulled out slightly and snapped his hips forward hard, making her breasts jiggle again.
"Fuck, your big tits are bouncing everywhere," He groaned, reaching around to grab one. He squeezed it hard as he kept thrusting mercilessly. "Keep looking at the mirror. Watch Jungkook fuck you like a slut on his big bed."
AHHHHH,,IM CUMING JUNGKOOK
"Fuck yes, come on my dick," He ordered, his pace turning frantic as he felt her pussy clamp down on him. He watched in the mirror as her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in a silent scream. "Take my cum like a good girl,"
"I pulled out at the last second, grabbing my dick to shoot my hot cum all over her bouncing tits," He said, his voice hoarse from exertion. "She collapsed onto the bed, covered in my sticky white stuff, looking like a well-fucked whore."
TIME SKIPS
Y/N wasn't sure how it happened - or maybe deep down, she knew it would.
The stolen looks from Jungkook. The possessive touch of Namjoon. The way both men looked at her like they owned her. Like she was something meant to be shared.
And tonight... they did.
It started with an argument between them - over her. She had walked into the tension, only to be pulled into the storm.
Now?
Now she was trapped between them.
Namjoon behind her, lips on her neck, voice dark and possessive:
"You're mine."
And Jungkook in front of her, eyes locked to hers, a crooked smirk playing on his lips:
"She wants both of us."
Her breath hitched as their hands explored her body, touching places only they knew now. They kissed her together - greedily, hungrily - as if fighting for control. But Y/N?
Y/N gave in.
Letting them take her.
Together.
Namjoon's hands roamed her waist possessively as he whispered, "Turn around," his voice laced with unspoken commands. Jungkook's smirk grew wider as he watched her obey Namjoon, his eyes flickering with mischief and unbridled desire.
Ahhhhhh......namjoon,Namjoon's fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back against him, his hardness pressing against her bottom. Jungkook leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.
Jungkook's kiss grew more intense, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched Namjoon's possessive grip. Meanwhile, Namjoon's hands moved from her hips to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Jungkook broke the kiss, his breathing heavy as he watched Namjoon's hands caress her chest. Without a word, he reached out and pulled her shirt up, exposing her bare skin. Namjoon's hands immediately moved to her bare flesh, squeezing and massaging her sensitive mounds.
Namjoon unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. Jungkook's eyes roamed hungrily over her exposed breasts. He leaned in, taking one peak into his mouth while Namjoon's large hands supported her other breast.
Jungkook's mouth was warm and wet around her nipple, his tongue swirling as Namjoon plucked and rolled her other peak between his fingers. She arched her back, pushing herself further into their touches. Suddenly, Namjoon spun her around to face Jungkook.
Jungkook smirked, knowing she was now facing him with her bare chest exposed. He pulled her closer, his hands reaching out to squeeze and play with her bouncing mounds. Namjoon watched with dark eyes as Jungkook's fingers pinched and tugged at her sensitive peaks.
Namjoon's voice was low and gruff as he spread her thighs apart, his fingers hooking around her knees to pull her legs up and open wider. "Look at that pretty little thing," he growled, running his fingers along her inner thighs and teasing her inner lips.
Jungkook chuckled mischievously as he positioned himself behind her, his large hands spreading her cheeks apart to reveal her hidden hole. He spit on his fingers, rubbing the saliva around her tight opening. "Namjoon, look," he said, pushing his finger inside her.
Ahhhhhhh ....yes yes,Namjoon glanced over his shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Jungkook's finger disappear into her ass. "Nice," hecommented, before turning his attention back to her dripping pussy. He licked his lips, sliding two fingers deep inside her tight heat.
Ummmm,Jungkook added another finger, stretching her tight hole as he watched her face contort in pleasure. Namjoon's fingers curved inside her pussy, hitting her sensitive spot, making her moan loudly. Jungkook took advantage of her distraction and pushed a third finger into her asshole.
Namjoon withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the thick head of his cock. He slowly pushed himself inside her, filling her tight pussy completely. Jungkook did the same, pressing the tip of his dick against her stretched asshole and sliding in, groaning as her muscles clenched around him.
Namjoon and Jungkook both let out low groans as they began to move in sync, their hips thrusting in a rhythm that had her moaning loudly. Namjoon's cock slid in and out of her wet pussy, while Jungkook's dick pumped into her tight asshole.
Their hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her breasts, her hips, her thighs. Jungkook leaned forward, biting down on her shoulder as he pounded into her from behind. Namjoon lifted her legs over his arms, changing the angle and allowing him to hit even deeper.
Ahhhhhh slowl,"Fuck, she's so tight," Jungkook grunted, his pace increasing as he felt his balls tightening. Namjoon's thrusts became more erratic, his fingers digging into her thighs as he chased his own release. "I'm gonna cum inside you," he warned, his voice strained.
I'm cumin, Namjoon's cock pulsed as he released his load deep inside her pussy, the sensation pushing her over the edge. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around both of their dicks, triggering Jungkook's own orgasm. He groaned loudly, his hips jerking as he filled her ass with his hot cum.
As the last waves of their orgasms subsided, Namjoon and Jungkook pulled out slowly, their cum leaking from her stretched holes. They turned her head to the side, taking turns to kiss her deeply, their tongues exploring her mouth as they savored the taste of each other on her lips.
TIME SKIPS
The house was silent - too silent.
Minji had just left to run errands, leaving Y/N alone with the two men she should've been avoiding... but couldn't resist.
Y/N stood in the kitchen, pretending to scroll through her phone, heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
She felt it before she heard it - the familiar, deep voice behind her.
"You know it's dangerous to look that beautiful when no one else is home," Namjoon said softly, his breath grazing her ear.
Y/N turned around slowly, lips parting as she came face to face with him. "You shouldn't be here..."
He smirked, stepping closer, his hand sliding around her waist. "But I am."
Before she could speak, his lips were on hers - warm, demanding, claiming.
She melted into the kiss, arms slipping around his neck, losing herself in the sensation of being wanted... until she heard footsteps.
Her breath hitched.
Jungkook.
He leaned against the kitchen doorway, eyes narrowing - but not with shock. With hunger.
"So you started without me?" he teased, slowly walking toward them.
Y/N's eyes widened, but she didn't move. Not when Namjoon slid his hand down her back. Not when Jungkook stopped in front of her and whispered, "You missed me?"
She didn't have to answer - Jungkook grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him, his lips crashing into hers with reckless heat. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, and Namjoon just watched - jaw clenched, eyes dark.
And then he stepped in again.
One of Jungkook's hands slid to her waist, while Namjoon moved behind her, pressing a kiss to her neck, murmuring, "You belong to both of us."
Their hands explored, their lips took turns, and Y/N - breathless, trapped between them - didn't want to escape.
Just then, a car door slammed outside.
Minji was back.
Jungkook let go first, his voice low and playful. "You better fix your hair, baby."
Namjoon smirked, backing away. "Don't forget whose lips were on your neck."
Y/N thought she had gotten away with it.
The stolen kisses, the nights she wasn't supposed to stay over, the way Namjoon's voice still echoed in her ears... and Jungkook's touch still lingered on her skin.
But Minji's silence at breakfast the next morning said everything.
She barely looked at Y/N.
Didn't speak.
Didn't smile.
Later, when they were alone in Minji's room, Y/N finally asked, "Are you... mad at me?"
Minji turned slowly, her face unreadable. "You think I don't know?"
Y/N's stomach dropped.
Minji stepped closer, voice shaking not with sadness - but rage.
"You've been with both of them. My father... my brother..."
Y/N opened her mouth, but Minji cut her off.
"I don't care about my dad," she hissed. "You want to sleep with an older man? Fine. Be my guest. But Jungkook?" Her voice cracked. "I wanted him from a long time"
Y/N blinked, stunned. "Minji..."
"No. Don't 'Minji' me." She was breathing fast now, eyes glossy with unshed tears. "You knew how I felt. You knew. And you still let him touch you."
"I didn't know," Y/N whispered. "You never told me-"
"I didn't have to," Minji snapped. "You were supposed to be my best friend. You weren't supposed to seduce my brother."
Y/N stepped back. "I didn't seduce him..."
Minji laughed bitterly. "Oh please. He's obsessed with you now. And I hate you for it."
Y/N's heart twisted, guilt mixing with something else - something darker. "What are you going to do?"
Minji stared at her.
Then smiled - a cold, sharp smile.
"I don't know yet. But I promise... I will make him mine")
TIME SKIPS
The night had settled into quiet shadows.
Jungkook leaned against the railing of the balcony, a glass of whiskey in hand, the burn on his tongue nothing compared to the fire inside him.
Y/N had left a few hours ago - hair messy, lips swollen, eyes wild from what they did behind closed doors.
He smirked to himself.
Until he heard the soft creak of the sliding door.
Minji stepped out.
She was barefoot, wearing a long satin robe. Her hair was down, and something about the way she looked at him sent a strange shiver down his spine.
"Didn't know you were still awake," she said, voice soft.
"Couldn't sleep," he replied casually.
They stood in silence for a moment. Then, she spoke again - this time, quieter.
"She was here, wasn't she?"
He turned to her slowly. "Who?"
"Y/N."
He didn't answer. He didn't need to.
Minji took a step closer. "You like her."
He raised a brow. "I think that's obvious."
There was a flicker of something in her eyes - pain? No. Jealousy.
"She's not right for you, Jungkook."
He tilted his head. "And who is?"
Minji hesitated... then whispered, "Me."
The air stilled.
Jungkook blinked. "What did you just say?"
She stepped closer, eyes shining in the dim light. "It's always been me. You just never noticed."
He looked at her like she was a stranger. "Minji... you're my sister."
Her lips curved. "Half-sister. And we didn't even grow up together. You barely saw me as a kid. Don't act like you've never looked at me differently."
"I haven't," he said, voice sharper now. "This... this is messed up."
Minji's smile faded. "But you'll sleep with my best friend behind my back? With our dad's lover?"
He flinched.
"You think this is twisted, Jungkook?" she whispered, stepping right into his space. "You haven't even seen twisted yet."
She brushed her fingers over his chest before turning and walking back inside, leaving Jungkook standing there - cold, stunned, and utterly shaken.
What the hell just happened?
And more importantly...
What was she going to do next?
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Y/N laid back on Jungkook's bed, tangled in his sheets, her lips still swollen from his kisses. The moonlight slanted across the room, painting silver patterns across their skin.
Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed, his jaw clenched, hands running through his hair.
Y/N frowned. "Jungkook... what's wrong?"
He turned to face her, eyes unreadable.
"She told me."
Y/N sat up. "Who?"
"Minji."
Her heart skipped. "What... what did she say?"
"She told me she wants me. That she's always wanted me." He shook his head, laughing bitterly. "She said it like it was normal. Like it wasn't completely messed up."
Y/N's breath hitched. "Oh my god..."
"I thought she was just angry at us. But she's not mad you're with me... she's mad because she wants me too."
Y/N moved closer, resting her hand on his. "What did you say to her?"
"I told her no. That she's my sister - even if only half. But Y/N..." His voice dropped. "She's not stopping."
Y/N blinked. "What do you mean?"
"She's... trying. Hard. Wearing these tiny clothes around the house. No bra. Bending down in front of me. Sitting on my lap like it's some kind of joke." He rubbed his face. "It's like she's trying to get a reaction."
Y/N's stomach twisted. "Are you okay?"
He looked at her - that wild, intense stare that always made her knees weak. "I don't want anyone but you. Not her. Not anyone. You get that, right?"
She nodded, swallowing. "I get it."
But deep down... a storm was brewing.
TIME SKIPS
The music thumped softly through the walls of the house. The night had been filled with drinks, teasing laughter, and way too many stolen glances.
Y/N was curled on the couch between Jungkook and Minji, a bottle of wine in her hand, her head foggy but warm. Jungkook had one arm slung lazily around her shoulders. Minji sat on the other side, legs folded up, sipping something stronger.
All of them were tipsy. Maybe more than that.
"Remember when we used to sneak into dad's liquor stash?" Minji giggled, cheeks flushed.
Jungkook chuckled. "He always knew. He just let you think you were slick."
Y/N laughed softly, her fingers playing with the hem of Jungkook's shirt. "You two have weird sibling energy."
Minji looked at her, the wine-dark shimmer in her eyes now tinted with heat. "Oh, I bet you like our weirdness."
Jungkook glanced between them, his smirk fading just slightly. He could feel it - the air between them shifting.
Minji leaned in a little. "You know, Y/N... you're always so generous with him."
Y/N raised a brow. "Generous?"
"You get all his attention," Minji purred. "All his kisses. His touches. I see it. I hear it."
Jungkook stiffened. "Minji-"
But Y/N stopped him, her eyes locked on Minji's. There was a wildness behind them - drunk, a little reckless, but something darker too.
"Do you want him?" Y/N asked, voice low and deliberate.
Minji's lips parted. "You know I do."
Y/N took another sip, then leaned closer, whispering through a teasing smirk. "You can have him."
Minji blinked.
"But only once."
The room fell completely silent.
Jungkook's eyes widened. "Y/N..."
She turned to him, brushing her hand against his cheek. "Only once. Just to get it out of her system."
Minji's breath hitched. "Are you serious?"
Y/N nodded. "One time. No feelings. No second chances. Just... whatever happens that night."
Jungkook ran his tongue along his bottom lip, his body suddenly caught between shock and arousal.
"I don't know if this is a good idea..." he said slowly.
Y/N leaned in, her voice a whisper meant only for him. "Or maybe it's the worst idea we'll ever love."
Minji smiled - slow, predatory, triumphant.
"Then let's make that one time... unforgettable."
The air was thick with silence, only the soft hum of music lingering in the background. The wine had loosened their thoughts, and now the moment hovered - delicate, dangerous, and tempting.
Jungkook sat between them, shoulders tense but eyes flickering with something darker. Y/N's words still echoed in his ears.
"Just once. One time. Let her have you."
Minji looked like she was holding her breath, her eyes fixed on Jungkook like a flame drawn to gasoline. She wasn't nervous - she was hungry.
Y/N was the first to move.
She turned to Jungkook and slowly leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his jaw. Her fingers skimmed the side of his neck, and her voice was low. "You're still mine."
Then she pulled back... and nodded toward Minji.
"Go on."
Minji didn't hesitate. She crawled a little closer on the couch, her bare legs brushing his. Her hand landed on his knee - featherlight, testing boundaries. When he didn't move, she slid her hand higher.
Jungkook let out a shaky breath. "Minji..."
She whispered, "Just a kiss,
Before he could reply, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
It was soft at first. Curious.
Then Jungkook's hand rose to her waist, just briefly, and the kiss deepened. Her body pressed into his, and the air between them grew thick with heat.
Y/N watched - heart pounding, breath uneven. She didn't expect it to feel like this. Not just jealousy, not just control - but something else. A dark thrill.
When Minji finally pulled back, her lips were red and her breath ragged. She looked at Y/N, then at Jungkook.
"That was..." she began.
But she didn't finish, because suddenly Jungkook turned to Y/N - pulled by a magnet stronger than anything else.
He crashed his mouth onto hers, rougher this time, hands threading into her hair, as if claiming her back. Their kiss was hot, full of need, and laced with something almost primal.
"I know she's wanted you," Y/N said. "And maybe, if I let it happen... if I allow it, there won't be guilt. Just a memory. Just a moment."
Minji stepped closer. "Y/N... are you sure?"
"I'm not sure of anything," Y/N said with a soft smile. "But I know this: after tonight, it ends. You get him once, Minji. No feelings. No secrets. No regrets."
Jungkook looked between them, stunned. "You're both serious?"
Y/N nodded. "This will either set us free... or burn us. But it'll be the last fire we light."
Minji hesitated, then whispered, "I don't want to steal him from you."
"You won't," Y/N said. "Because he'll always come back to me."
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Jungkook had Minji pinned against the wall, their lips locked in a heated kiss. Minji moaned against his mouth, grinding against him eagerly. Jungkook growled, his hands gripping her bottom tightly. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and turned to look at YN sitting on the couch.*
He slowly slid her panties down her legs, throwing them aside. Without hesitation, he slid into her, making Minji gasp and lean back against his chest. His eyes never left YN's face as he began moving, steady and deep thrusts that made Minji whimper. "Watch,"
*Jungkook's voice grew huskier, his words more explicit. "Watch your brother fuck his little sister." He emphasized each word with a deliberate thrust, making Minji moan louder. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You like that, sis? You like your brother's cock?"
Minji's head fell back against Jungkook's shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned, "Yes, big brother... I love it." Jungkook's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more intense and urgent. He looked at YN with a dark intensity.
*Jungkook groaned as he watched YN fondling her breasts, the erotic sight combined with Minji's tight heat around him pushing him closer to the edge. He reached around to cup Minji's breast, pinching her nipple. "Fuck, sis..."
Minji's back arched, pushing her brother's hands away to grab her own breasts and squeeze them, mimicking YN on the couch. "Big brother..." She moaned, looking up at the ceiling, her face flushed.
"Look at you... playing with your tits while your brother fucks you..." His voice was strained with desire as he continued to thrust into her, his pace more urgent now. The sight of his little sister pleasuring herself while he took her was incredibly erotic. "Are you close, sis?"
"Mmm... good girl. Come on your brother's cock, Minji." He reached down to rub her clit in time with his thrusts, his other hand still squeezing her breast roughly. His eyes flicked to YN, watching her play with her nipples.
Minji let out a high-pitched whimper as Jungkook's fingers on her clit and his thick length inside him pushed her over the edge. "B-BROTHER!"
"Fuck... that's it, sis. Milk my cock with that tight pussy." His movements became almost violent as she orgasmed, pounding into her deeply. His own release was imminent, and the sight of YN watching them, her breasts bare and legs spread. "Oh SHIT..."
"Fuck... that's it, sis. Milk my cock with that tight pussy." His movements became almost violent as she orgasmed, pounding into her deeply. His own release was imminent, and the sight of YN watching them, her breasts bare and legs spread. "Oh SHIT..."
With a guttural groan, Jungkook buried himself deep inside Minji, his cock pulsing as he came hard. Minji cried out again, her pussy clamping down around him, squeezing every last drop. "...Sister..." He gasped, holding her trembling body tightly against him.
"Goddamn... you're soaked, sis." He slowly pulled out of her, his softening dick glistening with their mixed juices. He watched as Minji's legs spread wider, her pussy gaping slightly, dripping with their combined cum. "Look at that mess..."
Minji spread her legs wider for YN's eager mouth, moaning loudly. "Mmmph..." She lifted her hips, pushing her pussy onto YN's tongue. Above her, Jungkook spread YN's legs and dove in, licking and sucking hungrily.
The room filled with wet slurping sounds as the three siblings pleasured each other. YN's tongue delved deep inside Minji, curling up to hit her spot, while Jungkook buried his face between YN's thighs, his fingers spreading her open further.
Minji's back arched off the bed as YN's tongue hit her sweet spot perfectly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Simultaneously, YN felt Jungkook's hot breath against her own sensitive flesh, his fingers spreading her wider for his tongue.
"Mmmph!" Minji cried out, her pussy flooding YN's mouth with girl cum. Above her, YN threw her head back with a silent scream, her own orgasm hitting hard as Jungkook sucked her clit ruthlessly. The room echoed with their high-pitched moans.
TIME SKIPS
But when morning came, Minji sat alone at the edge of the bed, sheet wrapped around her as she stared at the quiet light seeping through the curtains.
It wasn't what she imagined.
There was no magic. No rush of passion that changed her world. No deeper connection.
Just a moment. A choice.
When Yn and Jungkook stirred, and looked at her, she gave him a small, tired smile. "You don't have to say anything. I already know."
He blinked, sitting up. "Minji-"
She shook her head softly. "It was curiosity, Yn . That's all. I just wanted to feel it... once. And now I have."
She stood, pulling her robe over her shoulders, tying it slowly. "I'm not in love with you. I think I just needed to let go of the idea of you."
He watched her for a beat. "Are you okay?"Jungkook and Yn both asked her at the same time.
She gave a genuine, peaceful smile. "For the first time in a long time... I think I am."
And with that, she walked out - not broken, not bitter. Just... lighter.
Because sometimes, closure doesn't come from holding on.
It comes from knowing when to stop imagining and start living.
TIME SKIPS
It was a quiet Sunday morning.
The sun streamed through the windows of the cozy house where laughter, love, and something a little unconventional bloomed in peace. Y/N stood in the kitchen, wearing Jungkook's oversized shirt, humming softly as she stirred pancake batter. Her hair was messy, lips kissed-swollen from earlier.
Arms suddenly wrapped around her waist - warm, strong. Namjoon's voice hummed against her ear, "That's my shirt, you know."
Y/N smirked. "It's everyone's shirt at this point."
Namjoon chuckled, nuzzling into her neck before pulling back and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "You smell like Jungkook's cologne."
Just then, Jungkook walked in, shirtless, hair still damp from his shower, grinning. "Because she fell asleep on me last night."
"Correction," Y/N teased, "you fell asleep on me."
Namjoon grabbed a cup of coffee and settled at the table. "You two keep fighting about who's clingier like I'm not the one who holds her the longest every night."
Y/N turned to shoot him a playful glare, "That's because you take up the entire bed, Namjoon."
Jungkook laughed and wrapped his arms around her from behind, joining in. "We'll just have to build a bigger bed."
The three of them laughed, their chaos blending with affection.
In the living room, Minji sat on the couch flipping through a book, occasionally glancing at them with an amused smile. There wasn't jealousy anymore - only acceptance. Y/N had told her everything. No lies. No games.
And somehow, Minji was... okay.
"You guys are weird," she called out, grinning.
"We know," Y/N called back, turning her head to kiss Jungkook softly on the lips, then walking over to lean into Namjoon and press another kiss to his jaw.
"But we're happy," Namjoon added, eyes gentle.
"Stupidly happy," Jungkook agreed.
Minji rolled her eyes but smiled. "As long as you don't get too loud at night."
Y/N laughed. "No promises."
Minji just shook her head, pretending to be annoyed, but secretly loving the calm, messy, beautiful life they'd created.
In a world that often judged love by rules and labels...
They'd made their own.
And in that little house filled with burnt pancakes, stolen kisses, and sleepy mornings wrapped in blankets and each other - they finally called it home.
THE END
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