#beautiful sister

[his-heart-hymns]

Sending flowers for my lil brother 😊

Thank you so much appi.😊

Ye aapke liye

Ye Purana pic hai warna mai tod deta aapke liye didi😅

[femikidjo]

[mag-101]

Goodmorning I am back in the fucking building again

[poobirdy]

xin mo did not become the demonic op sword of all three realms for this!!! for @kawouwu who asked for binggeyuan sillies! thank you for your donation to svsss' gotcha 4 gaza!

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Let those old men cuddle on a couch 🙏

Werewolf and vampire version under the cut ✌️

YOU BETTER BELIEVE THIS IS CANON IN MY HALLOWEEN AU 😝

Also this post glitched and posted twice sorry guys 🙏

[sieglinde-freud]

timebomb arcane spinoff but its no longer the gritty action show we’ve all been watching its a comedy where jinx shows up in front of ekko like “boo! im not dead but dont tell vi…” and ekko has to deal with trying to date his friend’s sister while also pretending shes dead. “i miss her so much, ekko,” vi says. ekko nods solemnly. jinx is hiding on the ceiling. they have a date planned in two hours. what will he do now.

[hystericwaif]

me and him ♡

[mothercain]

@burningpysche ♡

[taweetie]

Beyoncé and Solange for Essence and Harper’s Bazaar 2024

[circusinarun]

We've all seen the new rottmnt comic, didn't we?

And let's be honest, Frida is slayin'

"welp... I guess I'll be on the kitchen then..."\jjjjjjjj

Don't listen to me, just some shit that people say

[elryuse]

Home Alone With Hanni

Yandere Hanni X Male Reader

Tags : Step sister, Half Sister Hanni, Yandere, Throatfuck, Throatpie, Tease

Words : 2,938 Words

This is A Lovely Commision Piece for My friend @Pizza_anon On Ko-fi, Hope you liked it My Friend

Ever since you were a child, You always wondered what the future holds. Your Father was a strange man, But a Kind one. Your Real mother, was sadly died on a car accident, as the Car that she drove has a problem with its brake. The news was devastating for both your Father and You yourself.

The sudden news, Have made you slowly loosing your mind. Everything seems dark, gloomy. And your Father knew it. He tried his best, to Support you, to Lighten up your mood, and You definitely knew that He tried. You could only smile a little, but Your Father knew better.

And so One day, He suddenly gave you a surprise that you'll never forget.

"Y/n, meet Your new Mother and Sister". He said, as He brings in a Petite looking woman, with An enormous smile on her face.

"You must be Y/n. I'm Lola Pham". She smiles, as She pushed in a small looking girl, besides her.

"And this Is Hanni, Y/n. You're new Sister". Your Father smiled, as he can clearly see a little bit of Smile from your face.

Ever since that night, Your relationship with Ms. Lola and Hanni have been better and better. Even though Ms. Lola could never replace your Real mom, You can't deny that she was very supportive, caring and tried her best to be there for you.

Hanni. Hanni was, Very peculiar. She was unlike anyone you've ever met. She was a bit clingy ever since you were small. And even though she was older about 2 years away from you, She always been the one who act a bit childish. But you can't deny, That she was really pretty and cute.

However all of that changed, When you started to Enter College. Hanni was quickly the one who felt left alone, Encouraging you to please text her and call her always. At the first month or so, You definitely did that. You texted her, and make sure that she's alright, which Hanni really appreciate.

However, Since you have new friends, new people to talk to. You soon forgot a bit about her. Especially since your college life was very busy, with Studies and Parties. Suddenly Hanni was all alone, She felt left behind.

She looked at your Pictures all over Instagram, As she missed you. Longed for you. Wanted you. Hanni always have been in love with you. However she just can't seem to found the right moment to say it. She was afraid if you would hate her, once she said the golden words.

As she scrolls again and again, She found out that you've been around more and more people then what she would like you to be. Those girls filling your stories and post, was definitely not helping either. That day, Hanni cried, as She had missed you very dearly. She just wanted to play around with you again, and Cuddle like old times sake.

Thankfully, She finally found her opportunity. Your parents are planning to go on a Trip to Vietnam, as Ms. Lola wanted Your Father to explore the wonderful scenery in Vietnam. You were asked by your Father to guard the Old house, since you're having a Holiday. And so, You finally pack your necessary items, and went back.

The air smelled faintly of rain, the kind that always reminded you of home. The porch light flickered as you stepped up to the front door, your heart thudding in your chest. It had been months since you last saw Hanni, your adoptive half-sister. Months since you’d felt the weight of her clinginess, her constant need to be near you. And yet, here you were, drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.

The door creaked open before you could knock, and there she was. Hanni. Her small frame was silhouetted by the warm glow of the porch light, her dark eyes shimmering with something you couldn’t quite place. She looked… different. Her hair was longer, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, and her usual cheerful smile was replaced by something more intense, more… unreadable.

“You’re here,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Before you could respond, she threw her arms around you, her grip tight, almost desperate. Her face buried into your shoulder, her warm breath tickling your neck as she whispered, “I missed you so much.”

You laughed nervously, patting her back. “I missed you too, Hanni. It’s good to see you again.”

But the hug lingered, and something about it felt… off. The way her fingers combed through your hair was too slow, too deliberate. The way her body pressed against yours felt… intentional. You pulled away gently, trying to mask your unease. “It’s late. We should get inside.”

She nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave you as you stepped into the house. The familiar scent of home wrapped around you, but it felt different now, heavier somehow. Hanni’s presence lingered in every corner, her energy suffocating yet intoxicating.

The next few days passed in a blur. Hanni was everywhere, always just a step behind you. She cooked your favorite meals, cleaned your room, and even offered to do your laundry. Her attentiveness was overwhelming, and her gaze—always on you, always watching—made your skin prickle. But it wasn’t until that night, when you found yourself alone in your childhood bedroom, that the tension finally snapped.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your racing thoughts, when the door creaked open. Hanni stood there, her oversized shirt hanging loosely on her frame, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked fragile, almost innocent, but the gleam in her eyes told a different story.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she murmured, stepping into the room. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but there was an edge to it that made your heart skip a beat. She sat down beside you, her leg brushing against yours. “I’ve been thinking about you… about us.”

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. “Hanni, you’re acting weird.”

She tilted her head, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Weird? Or honest?” Her fingers reached out, brushing against your cheek. The touch was soft, almost reverent, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m just tired of pretending, of hiding how I feel. I want you, Y/n. All of you.”

Your heart raced, your mind struggling to process her words. “Hanni, this… this isn’t right. We’re—”

“Half-siblings?” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “So what? You think that changes how I feel? How we feel?” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Just us, together. No one else to take you away from me.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine, but before you could respond, her lips were on yours, soft and insistent. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss. Your mind screamed at you to pull away, to stop this madness, but your body betrayed you, responding to her touch with a hunger you hadn’t realized you were capable of.

“Hanni,” you gasped, breaking the kiss. “We can’t—”

“We can,” she whispered, her eyes burning with determination. Her fingers trailed down your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

You wanted to protest, to push her away, but your body wasn’t listening. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through you as she stripped you bare. Her hands roamed over your chest, her nails lightly scratching your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck as her hands worked to unbuckle your belt. “All mine. Finally.”

Your pants hit the floor with a soft thud, and then she was on her knees before you, her dark eyes locking with yours. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. Her hands gripped your thighs, her nails digging in just enough to make you gasp.

And then her mouth was on you, hot and wet, as she took you deep into her throat. Her tongue swirled around you, her lips pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. She moaned around you, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

“Hanni,” you groaned, your hands tangling in her hair. “You… you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to look up at you. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you mine.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and before you could stop yourself, you were thrusting into her mouth, your hips moving on their own. She moaned around you, her throat tightening around you as she took you deeper, her nails digging into your thighs.

“God, Hanni,” you gasped, your vision swimming. “I’m… I’m close—”

She pulled back, her lips leaving you with a soft pop. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky. She stood up, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. “I want you to feel me. All of me.”

She pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. She stepped out of her shorts, leaving her completely bare before you.

“Do you want me, Y/n?” she asked, her voice trembling with need. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All you could do was nod, your eyes drinking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, perfect, and in that moment, you didn’t care about the consequences. All you cared about was her.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling your lap, her hands resting on your chest. “Then take me,” she whispered, her eyes locked with yours. “Make me yours.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then she was guiding you into her, her warmth enveloping you completely. She moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips rocking against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Yes, Y/n. Just like that.”

You gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as she rode you, her moans filling the room. Her body was tight around you, her warmth driving you closer and closer to the edge. Her hands moved to yours, intertwining your fingers as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours.

“I love you,” she whispered against your lips. “I’ll always love you.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and with a groan, you spilled inside her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.

For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

“This is just the beginning,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise. “You’re mine, Y/n. Forever.”

The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and desire, the air thick with the weight of what had just happened. Hanni’s body was still pressed against yours, her warmth seeping into your skin, but there was no time for you to catch your breath. Her eyes, dark and unrelenting, locked onto yours, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “I want more. All of you.”

You tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in your throat. Hanni’s fingers traced patterns down your chest, her touch electrifying, making it impossible to think clearly. She shifted her weight, straddling you with a confidence that left you speechless. Her hips pressed down against you, and you could feel how ready she was, how desperate.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. About how it would feel to have you inside me. To have you ruin me.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite the unease creeping into the corners of your mind, your body responded to her. She could feel it too, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she ground her hips against you.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her hands trailing down to your waist. “Let go. Just for me.”

Before you could respond, she slid off of you, her movements slow and deliberate. She kneeled between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs as she looked up at you with those dark, pleading eyes.

“I want to taste you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel you in my throat. Please.”

Her fingers wrapped around you, and you gasped at the contact. She was already so wet, so eager, but this was something else entirely. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip, and you couldn’t help but groan.

“Hanni…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She took you into her mouth, her lips closing around you as she began to move. Her tongue swirled around you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel the heat of her mouth, the tightness of her throat.

She took you deeper, her hands gripping your thighs as she worked her way down your length. Her eyes never left yours, and the intensity in them was almost too much to bear. She wanted you to see how much she wanted this, how much she needed it.

“Fuck,” you muttered, your fingers tangling in her hair as she continued. She moaned around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She was taking you deeper now, her throat relaxing as she swallowed you whole.

“Hanni, you don’t have to…” you tried to say, but she pulled back just enough to look up at you.

“I want to,” she insisted, her voice breathless. “I want to feel you cum in my throat. I want you to ruin me.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting something deep inside you. She didn’t give you a chance to respond, taking you back into her mouth, her pace quickening. Her throat tightened around you, and you could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building with every movement of her lips.

“Hanni...” you groaned, your grip tightening in her hair. She moaned in response, the sound muffled as she took you even deeper. Her hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you could feel her throat contracting around you.

It was too much. With a groan, you spilled into her, your body tensing as you released. Hanni didn’t pull away, swallowing every drop, her throat working around you as she took everything you had to give.

When you finally relaxed, she pulled back, a triumphant smile on her lips. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, and she looked up at you with a mix of adoration and hunger.

“See?” she said, her voice hoarse but filled with pride. “I told you I could take it.”

You were still catching your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, but she wasn’t done. She climbed back onto your lap, her hands resting on your shoulders as she straddled you once more.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered, her hips grinding against you. “I want to feel all of you. Every. Single. Inch.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and you could feel yourself hardening again beneath her. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she positioned herself above you.

“Hanni, wait…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She sank down onto you, her body stretching to accommodate you, and you couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped your lips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she murmured, her voice breathless as she began to move. Her hips rolled against you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel every inch of her as she took you deeper.

Her hands moved to your chest, her nails digging lightly into your skin as she rode you. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure as she moved.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with possessiveness. “All mine.”

Her pace quickened, her hips slamming down against you with a desperation that left you breathless. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I want to feel you. Please.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting the fire inside you, and with a groan, you spilled into her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.

For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Hanni, Climbs to you. As she hugged you, Her eyes were burning as She forced you to kiss her. Her tounge, Playfully. "You're mine now.. ".

[fizpup]

some whiteboard poke friends

[sweetestgirlblogger]

i ♡ mini skirts

[jaime-in-chaos]

Such a silly<3

[enemiestolovershoe]

Unexpected Truth

JJ Maybank x fem!rotledge!teader

Summary: John B’s sister and JJ grow close during a game of truth or dare, and when John B finds out, they must face the awkward aftermath together.

Word Count: 3900

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), enemies to lovers, swearing, not proof read

The hot tub bubbled around you, the steam rising into the cool night air as the Pogues gathered for another one of their infamous Friday night hangouts. It was supposed to be a carefree evening, a chance to unwind after a week of chaos. But, of course, that was never how things went with this group.

You leaned back, trying to relax, but the nagging thought in the back of your mind made it impossible. Sitting in a hot tub with your brother and his best friends, who were like family to you, should have been fun. But then there was JJ.

JJ Maybank. The bane of your existence, the guy who constantly found ways to irritate you, and the one person you swore you couldn’t stand. Sure, he was one of John B's best friends, but that didn't mean you had to like him. The two of you had a mutual understanding: keep the peace, but don’t expect any warmth.

As the night wore on, the conversation turned to a familiar game. Truth or Dare. It was harmless enough—until Kiara, with a mischievous glint in her eye, turned to you.

"I dare you," she began, her tone playful but with an edge that immediately put you on alert, "to sit in JJ’s lap for the rest of the night."

Your heart sank. You shot her a look, silently pleading for a way out, but Kiara was having none of it. She just grinned at you, knowing full well what she was doing.

You sighed deeply, casting a glance at JJ. His face was a mix of annoyance and resignation. "Oh, man! Kie! Come on!" he protested, but he knew the rules as well as anyone. A dare was a dare.

"Whatever," you muttered under your breath, moving toward him. The hot tub seemed to shrink as you carefully positioned yourself on his lap, trying to keep as much distance as possible between the two of you. The heat from his body was almost uncomfortable, a constant reminder of how close you were.

JJ shifted slightly, clearly as uncomfortable as you. “Don’t make this weird,” he muttered, his voice low so only you could hear.

“Me? You’re the one making it weird,” you shot back, trying to ignore the fluttering in your stomach. It was just nerves, you told yourself. Just the awkwardness of the situation.

The game continued, the others laughing and daring each other to do increasingly ridiculous things, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t help but notice the tension in JJ’s body, the way his muscles tensed whenever you moved slightly. You told yourself you were imagining things, but then you shifted a bit to get more comfortable, and you felt it.

Something hard.

Your breath caught in your throat as realization dawned on you. There was no denying what it was, and from the way JJ suddenly stiffened, he knew you’d felt it too. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you were determined not to let it show. The last thing you wanted was to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under your skin—again.

JJ’s voice was strained when he finally spoke. “Just… don’t move, okay?”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. This was the last thing you’d expected when you agreed to Kiara’s stupid dare. The tension between you two had always been sharp, but this was different. This was something neither of you had planned for.

Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t ignore it. The realization that JJ might not hate you as much as you thought. Or maybe he did, and this was just a natural reaction. Either way, it left you feeling more flustered than you wanted to admit.

The game continued around you, the laughter and teasing from your friends fading into the background as you tried to focus on anything other than the situation you found yourself in. But it was impossible. Every time you shifted, even slightly, you were reminded of just how close you were to JJ, and how complicated things had suddenly become.

You glanced up at him, expecting to see that infuriating smirk he always wore, but his expression was different. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were focused on the water, avoiding yours. It was the first time you’d seen him look… vulnerable.

For a moment, you felt a pang of something you couldn’t quite name. Sympathy? Understanding? Whatever it was, you quickly pushed it down. This was JJ, after all. The same guy who lived to annoy you, who never missed a chance to get on your nerves.

But as the night went on, and you sat there in his lap, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than you’d let yourself see.

The game eventually wrapped up, and one by one, climbed out of the hot tub, heading back inside to dry off and get warm. You started to move, eager to put some distance between you and JJ, but his hand on your arm stopped you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Look, about before… I didn’t—”

You shook your head, cutting him off. “It’s fine, JJ. Let’s just forget about it, okay?”

He studied your face for a moment, and for the first time, you felt like he was really seeing you, not just as John B’s little sister, but as something more. “Yeah, okay,” he finally agreed, though something in his tone told you that maybe he didn’t want to forget it as easily as you did.

As you climbed out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around yourself, you couldn’t help but glance back at JJ. He was still sitting there, watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

Maybe this was just a fluke, a one-time thing that would never come up again. But as you walked back inside with the others, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you and JJ. And you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The evening had taken a strange turn, leaving you more flustered than you wanted to admit. After the game, you slipped inside the house, eager to rinse off the lingering chlorine smell and clear your head. The others were still laughing and chatting in the living room, but you needed a moment alone, away from JJ and the confusing feelings bubbling inside you.

You stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you with a sigh of relief. The warm light and quiet were a welcome change from the chaos outside. You turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as you undressed, your thoughts still spinning from the unexpected tension with JJ.

As you were about to step into the shower, the door suddenly burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. You spun around, clutching the towel to your chest as JJ stormed in, his expression intense and unreadable.

“JJ! What the hell are you doing?!” you shouted, your voice a mix of shock and anger. You couldn’t believe he’d just barged in like that, without even knocking.

“Shut up,” JJ growled, his voice low and strained as he strode towards you, leaving you no room to protest. Before you could react, he grabbed your face with both hands and slammed his lips onto yours.

The kiss was rough, desperate, like he’d been holding back for far too long. Your mind went blank, overwhelmed by the suddenness of it all. The towel slipped from your fingers, forgotten as you instinctively reached out to steady yourself, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

You should’ve pushed him away, told him to stop. But instead, you found yourself kissing him back, the heat of his lips igniting something deep within you that you hadn’t realized was there. The anger, the frustration, all of it melted away under the intensity of the kiss, leaving only the raw, undeniable attraction that had been simmering between you for who knows how long.

JJ’s hands moved from your face, sliding down your body with a possessive urgency that sent shivers through you. He pulled you closer, his body pressing against yours, the warmth of his skin against yours making your head spin. Every inch of space between you disappeared, and for a moment, there was nothing but him—his lips, his touch, the taste of him on your tongue.

But then, as quickly as it started, reality crashed back in. You broke the kiss, pushing him away as you gasped for air, your heart pounding in your chest. “JJ, what the hell was that?” you demanded, your voice shaky but firm.

He stood there, breathing hard, his blue eyes dark and wild. “I—” he started but seemed to struggle for words, his usual cocky demeanor nowhere to be found. “I couldn’t take it anymore, Y/N. I can’t stand pretending like I don’t care about you.”

His confession hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. You stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said, trying to reconcile this vulnerable, desperate JJ with the guy who’d made it his mission to annoy you at every turn.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “You hate me. You’ve always hated me.”

JJ shook his head, running a hand through his wet hair in frustration. “That’s what I wanted you to think. Hell, that’s what I wanted to think, but it’s not true. I’ve always been drawn to you, Y/N, and it drives me crazy because I know I shouldn’t be. You’re John B’s little sister, for god’s sake.”

You swallowed hard, your emotions a whirlwind as you tried to make sense of everything. “Then why act like that? Why go out of your way to piss me off?”

“Because it was easier than admitting how I really felt,” JJ admitted, his voice softening. “But tonight, when you were sitting on my lap, and I could feel you so close… I couldn’t keep lying to myself.”

His words left you breathless, the weight of them pressing down on you. This was the last thing you’d expected, the last thing you were prepared for. But now that it was out in the open, you couldn’t deny the truth of it or the way your feelings had shifted throughout the night.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you looked up at him. “JJ, this is crazy. We can’t do this.”

He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a determination that made your heart skip a beat. “Maybe it is, but I don’t care. I’ve tried to fight it, Y/N, but I’m done fighting. I want you, and I think you want me too.”

His words sent a jolt through you, igniting the desire that still lingered from the kiss. He was right—you did want him. But the fear of what that meant, of what it could do to your relationship with your brother and the rest of the Pogues, held you back.

“JJ…” you started, but he silenced you with another kiss, this one softer, more controlled, but no less intense. He was giving you a choice, a chance to decide what came next.

And as his lips moved against yours, as his hands found their way back to your body, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was something worth risking everything for.

You hesitated for only a moment before you gave in to the storm of emotions brewing inside you. The tension, the anger, the undeniable pull between you and JJ—it all came crashing down as you kissed him back, harder this time, matching his intensity with your own.

Your lips moved together in a heated battle, your tongue tangling with his as you fought for dominance, neither of you willing to back down. The taste of him, the feel of him so close, was intoxicating, drowning out any lingering doubts you had. This wasn’t just a kiss—it was a release, an explosion of all the pent-up frustration and desire that had been building for far too long.

JJ groaned against your lips, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you even closer, his fingers digging into your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the steam from the still-running shower. The air between you was thick with need, every breath, every touch, only intensifying the fire burning inside you.

Without breaking the kiss, you reached down, your fingers grazing the waistband of his swim trunks. You tugged at them, a clear signal of what you wanted, what you needed. JJ paused for a heartbeat, his breath hitching as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze.

His eyes were dark, filled with a mix of lust and something deeper, something that made your heart skip a beat. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough, barely above a whisper.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you nodded, your hand still tugging at his swim trunks, urging him on. Whatever this was, whatever it meant, you wanted it. You wanted him.

JJ’s eyes flashed with a hunger that mirrored your own, and in one swift motion, he shoved his swim trunks down, kicking them aside as they hit the floor. You couldn’t help but let your eyes roam over his body, taking in the sight of him fully, the raw masculinity that he always seemed to exude but now felt almost overwhelming.

He reached for you again, pulling you back into a searing kiss, his hands roaming your body with a new urgency. The feel of his skin against yours, the heat of him pressed so close, was almost too much to bear, but you didn’t want it to stop. You needed more.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, your teeth grazing his lower lip before sucking it into your mouth. JJ groaned again, the sound vibrating through you, making you ache with desire. His hands slid down to your hips, lifting you slightly before pressing you against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, under the hot stream of the shower, the contrast sending a shock through your system.

The water from the shower sprayed across the room, droplets catching on your skin as you lost yourself in the moment. You could feel his arousal, hard and insistent against your thigh, and it only fueled the fire burning inside you. You wanted him—now.

“JJ…” you breathed, your voice a desperate plea as you rocked your hips against him, seeking friction, relief, anything to ease the ache he’d ignited within you.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. With a low growl, he positioned himself at your entrance, his hand sliding between your legs to make sure you were ready. The moment he touched you, you gasped, your back arching off the wall as you clung to him, your body trembling with anticipation.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice raw with need.

JJ hesitated for just a second, his gaze locking onto yours as if searching for any last sign of doubt. When he found none, he thrust into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely.

The sudden sensation of him inside you was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that took your breath away. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to the feeling, your mind reeling from the intensity of it all.

”You feel so good" JJ gasped against your shoulder.

He didn’t move at first, giving you a moment to catch your breath, his lips brushing against your neck in a tender, almost reverent gesture that sent shivers down your spine. When you finally started to move, rolling your hips against him, it was like a dam breaking.

He met your movements with a rhythm of his own, slow and steady at first, but quickly building in intensity as the need between you grew. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, your bodies moving together in a perfect, desperate dance.

The sounds of your gasps and moans filled the small bathroom, mixing with the steady spray of the shower as you lost yourself in him, in the feeling of being so completely consumed. JJ’s grip on your hips tightened, his pace quickening as he buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“God, baby…” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so good.”

His words only spurred you on, your body responding to him in ways you hadn’t expected, your mind clouded with nothing but the sensation of him, of this moment. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust, until you were on the edge of something powerful, something unstoppable.

“JJ…faster” you gasped, your voice trembling with the force of what was coming.

He knew. You could feel it in the way his body tensed, in the way he moved faster, harder, driving you both closer to the edge. And then, with one final thrust, the tension snapped, and you came undone, crying out as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, pulling him down with you.

JJ followed a moment later, his own release hitting him with the same intensity, his body shuddering against yours as he buried himself deep inside you, riding out the last of the waves.

For a long moment, the two of you stayed there, breathing hard, clinging to each other as the reality of what just happened began to sink in. The steam from the shower was thick around you, the water still running, but neither of you moved to turn it off.

Finally, JJ pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. You were still trying to catch your breath, your mind spinning, but when you met his gaze, all you saw was the same vulnerability you’d glimpsed earlier, the same raw emotion that had driven him to kiss you in the first place.

And in that moment, you realized that there was no going back. Whatever line you’d just crossed, there was no erasing it. But looking at JJ, seeing the way he looked at you, you weren’t sure you wanted to.

“JJ…” you started, not sure what to say, how to even begin to process what had just happened.

But JJ just shook his head, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your still-flushed skin. “We’ll figure it out,” he said softly, his voice steady, reassuring.

And as he leaned in to kiss you again, slow and tender this time, you found yourself believing him.

As JJ’s lips moved gently against yours, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you—nothing else mattered at that moment. But just as you were about to lose yourself in him again, there was a sudden, sharp knock at the bathroom door.

"Are you two finally done so someone else can take a shower?" came John B’s familiar voice, laced with a mix of impatience and humor.

Your heart stopped, the blood draining from your face as reality came crashing back in. You and JJ broke apart, eyes wide as the gravity of the situation hit you. You were naked, tangled up in the aftermath of something you couldn’t take back, and your brother was on the other side of the door.

“Oh my god,” you mouthed, panic surging through you. JJ’s expression mirrored your own, a mix of alarm and disbelief. Without a word, you both scrambled to grab the towels that had fallen to the floor, quickly wrapping them around yourselves.

JJ moved first, taking a deep breath before reaching for the doorknob. He opened the door just enough to peek out, shielding you from view as best as he could. John B stood on the other side, leaning against the doorframe with an amused look on his face, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

You peeked around JJ, your cheeks burning red as you faced your brother. “John B, it’s not—” you started, but the words caught in your throat. What could you possibly say to make this situation any less mortifying?

But John B just smirked, holding up a hand to cut you off. “Save it, Y/N. I’m not blind,” he said, his tone teasing but with an underlying seriousness that made you wince. “Bro, I’m glad you finally made a move,” he added, glancing at JJ with a raised eyebrow, “but please be quiet next time. I don’t want to hear my sister moan ever again.”

You wanted to disappear into the floor right then and there. You shot a horrified look at JJ, who looked like he was torn between laughing and dying of embarrassment. His ears were as red as his face, and for once, he was at a loss for words.

John B just chuckled, clearly reveling in your discomfort. “I’ll give you two a minute to get dressed, but seriously, hurry up. Some of us still need a shower.” With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you and JJ standing there in stunned silence.

As soon as the sound of John B’s footsteps faded, you buried your face in your hands, groaning in mortification. “This is literally the worst thing that could have happened.”

JJ, still wrapped in his towel, let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. “Yeah, not exactly how I planned on things going down.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else—something warm and almost comforting, knowing you weren’t facing this alone. “Did you plan on this happening at all?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood despite the awkwardness.

JJ shrugged, a hint of a smirk returning to his lips. “Not exactly like this, but I’m not complaining.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “I meant what I said earlier, Y/N. We’ll figure this out, okay?”

You nodded, feeling a strange sense of relief at his words. “Okay.”

With that, you both quickly dried off and dressed, the awkwardness still lingering but less oppressive now that you’d shared the burden of it together. As you opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway, you couldn’t help but glance back at JJ, who gave you a small, reassuring smile.

John B was leaning against the wall, waiting with a knowing grin. “Finally,” he drawled, pushing off the wall as he headed for the bathroom. “I’m serious, though—keep it down next time. I don’t need to know that much about your love life.”

You groaned again, but this time it was more out of exasperation than embarrassment. JJ just chuckled, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you both walked away.

As mortifying as the situation had been, there was a strange sense of comfort in knowing that no matter what happened next, you and JJ would face it together—even if that meant enduring John B’s teasing for the foreseeable future.