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★ 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ★

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : s𝗍᥆ᥴkһ᥆ᥣm sᥡᥒძr᥆mᥱ, kіძᥒᥲ⍴⍴іᥒg, mᥲᥒі⍴ᥙᥣᥲ𝗍і᥎ᥱ, 𝗍rᥲ⍴⍴ᥱძ

Park Jimin's little sibling was off limits. To everybody.

He had clearly stated it to his friends, even to his most trusted friend, stating that none of them were supposed to mess with you. Especially to your own friends, (girls or boys) he didn't care, Jimin was direct to them about you. Some found it adorable that he was looking out for you as his little sibling. Others found it irritating, saying he was being too overprotective for your own good. Jimin presented himself as a overprotective brother to every person that had surrounded you. No one had the right to question why he was always walking one step behind you. Or why he needed a constant need of reassurance from you.

He didn't care what others would say. It really didn't matter what others said, he was guarding you. Your purity that he adored, how innocent you still were. Not knowing who was going to hurt you. Even though your friends had started to slowly distance themselves from you, you didn't say anything. Ignoring how hurt your feelings were even if you didn't show it.

At least Jimin was still there by your side, he never left your side. Even if you were so serious all the time, he was willing to comfort you. To love you from the bottom of his heart. He would always be there for you, at anytime. When you needed him or not. Jimin was there, willing to stay.

Jimin glanced at your quiet form, smiling at how the school's uniform looked so adorable on you. "How was your day?" His voice perked up. "Good." Your one worded response enough to make him happy. It didn't matter that you didn't tell him anything because he already knew. Seeking around the school building, attempting to spot his precious sibling.

Jimin could spot you anywhere in a crowd! (You stood out from the rest in his eyes!) You, who once sat surrounded by friends, now sits alone. No one to chat with you. Except Jimin, of course! It's not like it's his fault your friends began to leave you behind. All alone, deserted if it weren't for Jimin. Just him and you sitting beside each other. Every single day, from Monday to Sunday; the cycle repeating.

Like it wasn't his fault he started to spread terribly, rude rumors about you. Such lies that had Jimin hearing gentle cries through the walls; fully knowing that your room was right next to his. He just couldn't help himself. You were always around those fools, hanging out with them every second of the day. They were so joyful compared to you. You stood there in the middle of the hallway: calm, reserved, and relaxed. Your friends were basically bouncing of the walls out of such excitement. They were nothing like you. So why did you like them so much?

Weren't they annoying you? Always making plans to go out, pulling you out of your home, taking you away from him, Jimin. Jimin fucking hated it. (He fucking hated them.) He got pissed off every time he heard he door 'ding' and your little self muttering a 'bye' to him. At least, every night that you went out, he sat in his room. (Just like tonight.) Imagining his timid, little step-sister sitting on his lap with the school uniform on. As your skirt raised up to show more skin, skin that Jimin couldn't deny. (Seeing you everyday from Monday-Friday in a uniform became so tempting for him!) His eyes glanced at the door knob, making sure it was well closed and locked away from the sight of anybody else.

Jimin pulled down his pants and boxers in one go. The cold air brushing against his cock. Shivers went up his spine as he felt his hot, reddish tip get brushed with the sensation of the wind. He instinctively started imagining himself caressing your thighs, your head dug in his collarbone, tears wetting his favorite shirt. But he didn't care. He visualized you on top of him telling him all your problems. (When you basically didn't even speak to him.) "I'll make you feel better," his breathing changed, "sweetie."

Jimin grabbed something under his mattress: your panties. He wrapped the cloth around his cock, the soft, cold fabric making him release a low moan. His hands movement began, and they quickly fastened their pace. Jimin covered his mouth with one hand, he was so close! With a few more movements his cum spilled on your panties, a groan emerged from his throat, blocked, however, by his hand. Jimin's mind centering on the idea of you: cute moans, head thrown back, your hands scratching his back as he didn't slow down his pace, and, finally, your fucked up self whining as he finished with you. Tummy filled with his sperm — "shit" Jimin whispered at the thought — filled with his offspring.

A sudden knock at the door making him jump out of terror. No one was home. Or, well, supposed to be home. "Jimin, are you alright?" With the sound of your voice he quickly cleaned himself up. He couldn't face you like this: a complete mess from just a thought of you. "I-I'm alright", he opened the door. And to his surprise (not), you stood there beautifully: a floral dress that brought out your eyes, staring straight at him with such a look.

He glanced up and down at your form before uttering, "I thought you were going out." You calmly told him that your friends had cancelled on you. Again. Jimin could easily tell you were heart-broken. Destroyed at the fact your friends kept ignoring you, disappearing from your life slowly, but surely. Nonetheless, you didn't let an ounce of your emotions shine through. He just knew he was going to hear the sounds of sobs tonight.

The silenced atmosphere getting awkward as Jimin kept on glancing at the end of your dress (that barely covered your ass). It wasn't your fault though, your friends were all just bad influences on you. That's why he had to get rid of them, it was either this or well, a much more messier task. But, he had to admit, he was such a sucker for you.

You are such a sight for sore eyes.

His gaze went back up when you mutter that dinner was ready. He nodded his head, smiling (with his moon crest eyes) as I'd nothing had occurred seconds before you knocked on his door. Jimin hoped you didn't seeing anything wrong with him: like how his hair was disorganized, sweating, pants were disoriented, and the slight flush on his face, along with his gaze that glimmered with need.

You made your way downstairs, not caring if Jimin said he was going to take longer to fix something up. Once you arrived at front of the dinner table, you could smell the sweet aroma in the air. (Not that you couldn't when you were upstairs!) You sat down in your spot, ready to eat. Soon enough, Jimin also arrived at the scene, adoring that you waited for him in order to finally take a bite of your dinner.

He chatted out to his heart's content while you remained silent, spilling a few words here and there. But that was all. However, Jimin was happy enough to hear your sweet, honey voice. You two cleaned up as Jimin kept on talking about his productive day. Occasionally, Jimin would glance at your figure. When you leaned down to grab something from the floor, Jimin halted all his movement to watch as your skirt rose upwards. A bulge in his pants demonstrating just how little you had to do to get him riled up to fuck you.

"I -I finished, I'll be in my room." Jimin knew if he stayed there one more second, he would've fucked you on the same table you guys had eaten on earlier.

It just took him back to the earlier days: when he had first met you. He had hit puberty already: grew taller, gained muscles, and got more handsome that girls started to fall for him. Lining up for him to just glance at one time and they were already all blushed, spurting out nonsense. Then, his father announced that he was getting remarried, to your mother of course. And Jimin had to say, he was fully supportive into this idea of having a family. Even more joyful when he found out he would have a younger sibling!

When you guys first met, Jimin was all over you, his soon to be sibling. Oh gosh, you were just too cute! He was a giant compared to you, you were small and timid: only speaking when you were asked something. But whenever you did say something, you said it with complete confidence. You two were only two years apart at that time. It wasn't a huge difference, so the both of you could share the same similarities.

Nonetheless, that's what he thought. You two were nothing alike: while he talked till everyone's ears bled, people had to basically pry your mouth open to get one small word form you. A huge difference between you. Jimin enjoyed it, he liked how you listened to him without ever stopping him or telling him to 'shut the fuck up', like everyone else did at some point in his life.

Yet, as time continued, he slowly noticed the change in your appearance. A once cute, little sister now into a fully grown woman: no more colorful clothes, crazy hairstyles, toys, and everything you used to do. You had changed. It made Jimin see you in a new light, he had always teased on and on about how you would become such a pretty girl who would have guys following you around. However, he didn't expect to be one of those guys chasing after your attention. Yearning for you to look at him, embrace him as not only a step-brother.

You were gorgeous. A calm personality that really suited you, you had this grace to you he couldn't describe. It was so wonderful, addictive to be around you, he had started to forget you were his little sister. Step-sister. And when he finally stopped to think about his actions, he knew that he was going to mess up his second-chance of having a family. Jimin had to ignore you for sometime, wanting the beating of his heart to go away and his sweating palms too. (For the dirty thoughts to leave his mind: of you kissing his lips, kissing his co-) He truly thought it was over, but as soon as you popped right back into his life. Jimin could tell it wasn't over: he was messed up real bad. All for you.

In the end, he realized that he couldn't deny the deep feelings that he attempted to bury deep down. Jimin finally accepted that he just wanted you, your quiet form by his side. Nonetheless, he knew what else was spurting out, no longer able to stable it: his obsession for you grew. Jimin reminded himself daily that his love for you was a noble and beautiful thing. Just like his obsession is a noble and beautiful thing.

You were the sole reason for the smile that plastered on his face each morning. A twinkle to his eyes that blinded people from seeing the darkness behind them. A desire that was hidden behind a pure wish, an obsession to have you. Not even you realized, completely hindered in your own world to notice anything wrong with his behavior. After all, you never really did have a brother. So how could you complain?

But you did. You disliked Jimin, there was something about him that made you want to stay far away from him. You avoided him at all cost, but how could you when he slept in the room right next to you. Parents always busy with work and when they were free, they were focused on other tasks. Forgetting that they had kids.

So when they didn't arrive home that night, Jimin and you weren't the slightest surprised. Both of you stuck in your own room, enjoying the privacy. And privacy for Jimin meant peeking through the small hole to spy into your room. Didn't mind that you were just laying on your bed or cleaning the mess you left earlier that today, he wasn't wasting his time — rather he was dedicating all his time to you. Learning things about you, things you usually didn't show to people, you didn't open up to people. (Not even him!)

And when you thought back on it, you realized it was part of their fault for not caring to consider Jimin and you. They could've stopped his actions before they got out of control. Nonetheless, how could they have stopped his actions if they were never there to see him? Or you for the matter of fact.

An eerie feeling placed itself in your gut. You looked around the room, nothing seemed off. The gap between the door and floor bringing in the yellowish light from the hallway. The only source of light that entered your room apart from the moon's white reflection that surpassed your blinds. With one last glanced between the two sources, your lids shut close.

When you woke up, a delicious aroma entered your nose: it was a small, baked good with frosting on top that made you wake up. You immediately jolted out of bed, looked around the room with a confused expression written all over your face. Decorations surrounded themselves all over the room. A small paper standing right next to the cupcake, when you neared it you realized it had words in scripted to it: 'happy birthday princess!' Your parents never did this, a small happy birthday song with your favorite food — so who?

Your question was answered when you heard a dissatisfied groan, "You woke up already, I wasn't done!" Jimin's form walked into your room with candles still in packages, he was overjoyed with glee. You could tell by the grin from ear to ear, showing his white pearls and it wasn't even him turning a year older. His eyes sparkled, looking into your eyes he cheered out a, "Happy birthday!" Jimin placed the candles beside the cupcake, he spread his arms apart, "Come here!" You were still in shock, you never imagined or even thought about Jimin doing this. But you gladly accepted the warm embrace, something you've been very much needing.

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Jimin's smile staggered when he felt your tits against his chest. His breathing halted at how close he was, you smelled like heaven. Your hands wrapped around his waist, hugging him back. He didn't (care to) realize that his cock grew harder while his hands positioned themselves lower on your back. The embrace was longer than expected, he wasn't letting you go even as your arms started to let go of him. And when he did, a sudden force pushed you back, luckily on top of your mattress. You bounced on the mattress until you finally settled down.

Your hands were held tightly by Jimin's, you stared back at him. However, he wasn't looking at you, he eyes were focused at what was happening between your legs. He was standing the middle, eyes lightening up at the fact you were only wearing panties under this big t-shirt. You weren't basically covered at all. He loosened one of his hands, grabbing your two hands with one of his. You knew you weren't getting out of his grip, especially since he dedicated his whole school life to athletic sports. Joining the clubs after clubs that focused on nutrition, exercises, and everything athletic - like.

Jimin's hand went to tuck his pajama pants down, his cock out in the open, standing proudly. A scream unleashed as you finally were aware of what was gonna happen. It was too late and you knew it. You could scream, yell, cry, and do everything in your will power. Yet, it would do nothing but add more fuel to the flame. There was no one home, meaning no help would arrive. Just the two of you, you stuck in a stance you'd also never visualize. Sure, Jimin was a little strange at times, however, this was way to far. Jimin was your step-brother, someone you didn't really trust, just comfortable around. He was there when you moved to his school, when you were stuck with your homework, when you had no one to play with, and plenty more as you grew up.

Jimin rubbed himself against your clothed clit. You squirmed around, pushing around hoping to see a open opportunity to escape. You started muttering pleads for him to stop, for him to realize what he was doing. Jimin just told you that he knew what he was doing, that you were his little princess that he loved so much. So when he was tugging down your panties (that he had seen you put on yesterday night), you knew you were fucked up. Literally. Jimin didn't have to take off your t-shirt because of how see-through it was, so clearly visible to see your tits and stomach. You were adorable wearing a t-shirt, you looked so tiny in it.

You were his precious princess, turning a year older. You couldn't even cry anymore: your puffy, pink eyes hurt. His step-sister who he loved so dearly, who he had wanted to fuck so bad, so hard. So much that every night he had to fuck his fist, pretending that it was your mouth sucking him or your pussy sliding on his cock. That's the only thing that popped in his mind at the moment, it was real. This was no longer just a dream. It was finally happening! You were in front of him: legs wide open, pussy wet (just a little bit). Jimin chose to ignore how much you weeped with no tears, just a face dried with tears and nothing else. Broken sobs erupting each time his cock circled your clit. When he muttered how much he had wait for this. To have you in front of him like this.

His free hand directed his tip that was leaking out with pre-cum, he slipped it in, you cried out while he grinned out of pure excitement. You felt your walls tear apart as he moved in at a slow pace. You could feel his cock, he was thick, you could feel his cock scraping your walls as he went in deeper. He cursed in pleasure, moving your legs more apart to be fully absorbed in your pussy; all the way until his balls made contact with your folds. Then he put his hand under your back, arching it to inch closer to you. "You're so t-tight." He could barely move with your walls squeezing him.

Your heart pounded out of fear, you were in outright panic mode. He did it, Jimin really did it. You closed your eyes, you couldn't face him. Not when his cock was accommodated inside your walls, being warmed up by your insides. Not when Jimin was fucking you. Your hands still moved to escape his own. Two hands against one and he still won. It was useless — absolutely useless at this point. He was too far in his world.

Jimin pounded into you, loving every second you jolted because of his cock slamming into you. He moved his hips repeatedly, following the same pattern. His cock colliding with a spot that made you feel whine, even as you attempted to hide it, swallow it back down. You hiccuped, his lips kissed your own, gave you soft, gentle butterfly kisses on your neck. A contrast to how he was wrecking your pussy, his hand that trapped your own, caging it from freedom, caressed your fingers. Jimin's free hand playing with your clit, with the wetness that gathered where the two of you connected. He planted his head between your tits as your walls closed on him, indicating that you were close.

A loud moan echoed into the room when you squirted on Jimin's cock, milking his cock with your cum. Jimin kept going as his high was near as well. He plunged himself a few more times, before removing himself from your pussy and on to your stomach. Jimin moved your t-shirt up, so he could see your round tits. He released with a low groan, his sticky cum on your stomach, coloring it white. As a few drops landed on your tits, Jimin picked one drop up and slid his digit into your mouth that was open gasping for air.

The taste was a mix of bitter and sweet. You swallowed it quickly so that you didn't have to taste it anymore. Paying more attention to all that was happening, you didn't feel when he released your hands from his grip. Handled a cloth with chlorine, all you felt was a sudden motion and your nose and mouth were covered with his hand. You scratched his arm, he didn't flinch at the sensation all he said was, "Happy birthday princess."

Your fingernails left their last red mark and fell on the mattress.

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－－－－Time Skip－－－－✈︎

Wrapped around in each other's arms. You smelled his cologne, it crowded your mind completely. Overtook took all of your senses, made you get use to it; made you love his smell. The comfort his hugs gave you at the end of the day, arriving from work tired but willing to stay awake till morning just to be with you. And the kisses he gave you made you have butterflies all over your body. It had you enamored with him. But, of course, you would never say a single word about how you truly had fallen in love for him.

The both of you laid covered in blankets, with a few words spoken while watching the television. However, that was enough for the both of you. You two didn't need anything else, anyone could tell that there was love in the air. The passion the both of you two felt each other as recent husband and wife. Mugs filled with hot chocolate that melted whip cream sat on the table.

Near the television, you could easily a frame with two people in white. Jimin and you. What a lovely couple? It was displayed for everyone to see, anyone from the front door would see the couple staring at each other so fondly. The picture was meant for that spot, showing everyone that the both of you belonged to each other. And no one else.

It was fate...at least that's what Jimin always told you.

Days passed: you didn't blink, well, at least attempted to prevent yourself. You didn't glance at the food he gave you. You were scared of him, didn't know what he was capable of. Jimin, a guy you thought you could trust just a little was the one who made you believe you could never trust anyone again. Weeks passed, you got used to everything. Sitting alone with four walls surrounding you, like the usual. Therefore, you were fine with everything surrounding. Nothing appeared wrong so far. It was silent, a type of quiet that you could relax in without a worry about the world. The one you got accustomed to, you were capable of achieving so many things in a peaceful setting like that.

Before you knew it, a year had passed. The room was filled with balloons, 'happy birthday' decor, signs, and a smiling Jimin right in front of you as you woke up. Just like him, a small smile came to play on your face. It wasn't your fault his sweet nothings were printed on your mind. How he told you he would do everything for you to be next to him, as his precious fiancé. You blurred it out before he finished the sentence. Jimin was just a lovesick puppy in your eyes that wagged his tail between his legs whenever you gave him some type of attention. Didn't know that if you dared to leave him, the sweet, innocent puppy would bite your legs off so you weren't — ever — able to leave him.

Sometimes, when the old memories come back to you. Haunting you when you finally accomplished a good relationship with your husband. You hug him tighter, hoping that all those 'things' go away. But they don't. And they never will b cause during your happiest moment, the most celebratory times.

In the back of your head, there will be a cloud of dark memories where you'll remember the same words he tells you now with your screams of 'help' in the back. And when you stare at his eyes in the night, you'll remember them the night he took you, when you looked him in the eyes — begging, pleading — to let you go. But he just stared back, leaving the room with giggles at your amusing request. And when he returned, his face was tense and he didn't look pleased to your prior request. He leaned in, hand grabbing your hair, "Ungrateful brat. I give you all my affection."

He didn't need to yell, there was no need because his words reached your ears perfectly, "fucking love you to death. But you don't give a single fuck." Your scalp burned, "Just remember: that if you ever dare to leave me, I'll kill you to death with my bare hands. And then, I'll murder myself."

Maybe that was what made you fall for him: his dedication to have you or your dedication to live? Either way, you love your husband. So it didn't matter anymore. Because with two words, "I do", you chose to be his forever. It was just a matter of time.

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