#sope

You pause for a moment, but your lips are still around him. You tilt your eyes up at him, not embarrassed, just worried about whether he needs to stop and deal with it. “Should I stop?” you murmur, lips brushing his tip.

Yoongi meets your eyes. He brushes his thumb over your cheek. “No, princess. Keep going. Unless you want to stop.”

You don’t. You sink back down, taking him deeper.

“Come in,” Yoongi says.

Hoseok walks in and closes the door behind him, not even blinking at what he sees.  “Good morning, boss. Miss.”

You lift your head slightly, Yoongi’s cock glistening in your grip as you flash Hoseok a friendly smile.  “Morning, Hoseok.”

You’re right back to it – your mouth wrapping around Yoongi’s tip and your tongue flicking over the slit before taking him deeper again.

Your husband groans softly. “Go on.”

“There was a breach at the south gate. Two armed men. They fled in a black Hyundai Genesis. We sent two guards after the car.”

You pull off Yoongi’s cock again, stroking him slowly, your thumb swiping over the leaking head.  “Did anyone get hurt?” you ask, brows furrowed with genuine concern – though your hand never stops pumping him.

“No, miss.”

“Good,” Yoongi mutters, his grip tightening slightly in your hair as you take him into your mouth again. He looks at Hoseok. “Double the men on that side. I want eyes everywhere.”

“Yes, boss.” Hoseok murmurs, pressing a finger to the earpiece at his collar to relay the order.

Yoongi’s hand moves down, brushing your hair from your face. “Such a good girl. Always so sweet with that mouth.” You hum around him, the sound making his stomach tense.

“Do you want me to give you some privacy?” Hoseok asks calmly. He already knows the answer, but he asks anyway.

Your husband smirks, brushing your hair back from your face as you take him deep again. “No need. Keep talking.”

You hum around him, the sound making his cock throb on your tongue. Your hand pumps him at the base, slick with spit and precum, your other hand braced on his thigh.

Hoseok nods, and he stays near the bed.  “The way they moved… looked like they knew the grounds. We’ve doubled patrols for now, but I want to pull two more from the east post.”

Pleasure and focus tangle together as Yoongi threads his fingers through your hair. He tilts his hips slightly, pushing into your mouth a bit deeper.

“Just a little more, princess. There you go,” he murmurs, and shifts to Hoseok. “Do it. And get the cameras set up.

“Yes, boss.”

Yoongi groans, hips giving a shallow thrust as he looks at Hoseok. “Anything else?”

Hoseok keeps his voice calm. “That’s the main update for now.”

“Stay here and keep me updated.”

You’re still working Yoongi over with your mouth, eyes watering from how deep you're taking him.

Next to you, Hoseok lifts a hand to his earpiece, listening closely. “Boss,” he says, “the  intruders ditched the car and went on foot.”

“Great,” he mutters to Hoseok. Then he looks down at you.  “Come here. I want to be inside you.”

He pulls you off his cock with a wet pop, strings of spit still clinging to your lips. Before you can speak, he’s already moving you – strong hands on your waist, flipping you over.

You go willingly, palms braced on the headboard, back arched, presenting yourself to him. Yoongi drags the head of his cock through your folds, slick dripping down your thighs. He teases your entrance for a second, then pushes in hard – all the way, filling you in one deep stroke.

You gasp at the stretch. “So fucking tight.” he growls, already fucking into you.

Behind you, Hoseok doesn’t react, staying focused on the updates coming from his earpiece. “They’ve stopped,” he says. “Looks like they’re trying to hide, but we’ve got them cornered.”

Yoongi groans, fucking you harder. Your body rocks forward with every thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with his pace.

“Keep your eyes on them,” Yoongi says as you tighten around him. “I want those bastards caught.”

“Roger that,” Hoseok says as he repeats the order into his mic.

You whimper beneath Yoongi as he slams into you again and again, his grip hard on your hips.  He leans in, chest pressing to your back, breath hot against your ear. “Such a good girl, princess. Taking my cock like a champ while I run everything.”

Your knees start to shake, but he doesn’t let you fall. One arm wraps tight around your waist, holding you steady as his hips pound into you as Hoseok keeps giving clear updates through his earpiece.

Hoseok stands nearby, completely calm. He’s seen this before – all the guards have. What used to shock them doesn’t even make them blink now.

Between your gasps, you manage to speak. “Hoseok… touch me.”

He doesn’t flinch, tilting his head a little. “How do you want it, miss?”

“On my tits,” you pant. “Like you always do – but rougher.”

The first time had been an accident. Yoongi had you bent in half on the arm of his office couch, legs thrown over his shoulders, your back arched so deep that your head nearly touched the floor. He couldn’t reach your chest – not with how deep he was inside you. 

You were moaning, squirming against the sheets. “Baby, please – I need you on my nipples.”

At that moment, the door creaked open. Hoseok stepped in, stopping short when he took in the scene. His mouth parted, unsure whether to leave or speak.

“Come help my wife.”

Hoseok blinked, eyes flicking between the two of you as he approached. “What should I do?” he asked softly as his gaze settled on you.

“Pinch my nipples. Hard. I want it to hurt.”

And he did. He slid closer, cupping your tits with steady hands, thumbs brushing over your nipples before he pinched them. 

And now? It’s not every day, but it happens often enough that no one calls it strange anymore.

Yoongi reads you instantly. He pulls your arms back, locking your wrists in one big hand behind your back, pushing your chest out – offering you up to Hoseok. His chest presses to your back, voice low and dark.

“She’s ready for it,” Yoongi growls into your ear. “Don’t be gentle.”

Hoseok steps closer, hands on you right away. He grabs your tits hard, rougher than usual, as you requested, fingers digging in until your soft flesh bulges between them. His thumbs press down, rolling your nipples tight,dragging a sharp moan from your throat.

“Like this, miss?” he asks.

You nod fast, closing your eyes with pleasure. “Tighter. Roll them. You know how.”

Yoongi groans behind you, fucking you harder. “That’s it… you like that, baby?” he pants, voice rough against your ear. “His hands on your tits while I’m deep in this pussy – tell me how it feels.”

You gasp, head tipping back against his shoulder. “So good,” you moan, breathless. “It’s too much – but I love it.”

Yoongi chuckles. Hoseok’s grip tightens as his thumbs circle around your nipples. Your body shakes between them, caught in that sweet pull – stretched out and used just how you like it.

A shiver runs through you. “Use your mouth.” 

Hoseok freezes for a second, eyes darting to Yoongi. He’s used to his hands. You’ve never asked for more. Your husband meets his eyes, then smirks and gives him one slow nod. “Go ahead.”

Hoseok leans in slowly and you feel his warm breath as his lips brush your nipple. “Tell me if this feels good.”

He sucks. Soft at first, then deeper – pulling more of your nipple into his mouth. You cry out, pushing your tits further into him as Yoongi holds your wrists tight behind you. You push back onto his cock.

“Harder… just a little,” you whimper with a trembling voice.

Hoseok’s mouth works rougher. His other hand squeezes your breast hard, pinching your nipple until you moan loud. He tries to take more of you in – opening wider, like he’s trying to fit your whole tit in his mouth – but it’s too much. He groans around you with his lips stretched, struggling to take more.

Yoongi shudders behind you, with his eyes locked on the way your breast spills from Hoseok’s mouth, feeling your pussy clench tight. His voice drops as he looks at Hoseok. “Slap her tits. She loves that shit when she’s close.”

Hoseok obeys right away. His palm lands against your breast with a sharp smack, the sting making you cry out. He keeps sucking hard, hand squeezing, slapping again until you’re gasping.

Yoongi feels it – the way your pussy clamps around him, your legs trembling, every moan dragging him closer.

“Come on, princess,” he pants in your ear. “Cum for me. Show him who you fucking belong to.”

It hits you fast – a wild, hot wave that rips through your whole body. Your legs shake like crazy, your scream tearing from your throat as your pussy grips him tight, pulsing over and over.

“Yoongi!” you sob as your voice cracks from how hard your orgasms hits you. He leans forward, pressing his lips right at your ear.

“That’s it,” he growls. “That’s my good fucking girl. Mine.”

He stays buried deep inside you. Your body’s still trembling from the orgasm he just gave you.

From the corner of his eye, Yoongi glances at Hoseok and smirks. The thick bulge in Hoseok’s pants is impossible to ignore now, straining tight against the zipper.

“You can take care of that,” Yoongi says casually. “Go ahead.”

Hoseok swallows but keeps his expression calm. “I’m fine, boss.”

Yoongi lets out a low laugh. “Always so polite.” He drives in deeper, harder, pulling a gasping moan from your mouth.

You lift your head to meet Hoseok’s eyes. Your voice comes out soft, inviting, almost teasing . “You can leave… or do it here. We don’t mind.”

You glance at Yoongi, who gives a lazy nod without slowing down.

Hoseok’s eyes drop to where Yoongi’s cock disappears between your legs. He hesitates for half a second. You always offered to let him get off too when he helped you, when he got this hard watching. Usually, he'd said no. But not today. “Here is fine, miss.”

He unzips slowly, pulling his cock free. Wrapping a hand around the base, he strokes himself in long, smooth pulls. His gaze keeps drifting to your tits, bouncing with every rough thrust Yoongi pounds into you.

Yoongi groans behind you, “don’t be shy. Look at her – she’s a fucking masterpiece. Dirty little mouth… pussy so goddamn tight it feels tailor-made for my dick.”

He slams into you harder, watching how your tits bounce with the force. “Big, bouncy tits,” he mutters. Then he glances at Hoseok with a dark smirk. “You were trying to fit them in your mouth, weren’t you?”

Hoseok’s voice cracks just slightly as he strokes himself faster. “I tried… but I couldn’t. They’re too big.”

Your head tips back, catching Hoseok’s stare. A teasing smile curls on your lips. “You did so good with your mouth on my tits…” you murmur. “Next time, I might let you use it somewhere else.”

Hoseok lets out a low breath, eyes locked on yours as his hand works faster. “I’d be more than happy to, miss.”

Yoongi laughs low, tightens his grip on your hips, and starts slamming into you faster. Hoseok’s breath stutters, hand moving faster on his cock now. He tries to stay quiet, but soft groans slip out as he watches you fall apart on Yoongi’s cock again.

It doesn’t take long. Hoseok’s jaw clenches, his hips jerk, and his hand speeds up. His deep, raw groan fills the room as he cums, thick white ropes painting your thigh and the sheets beneath you.

He breathes heavy as he wipes a hand over his stomach. “Apologies for the mess,” he mutters.

Yoongi just laughs, lands a hard slap on your ass. The smack echoes in the room, making you jolt with a choked moan. “No problem.”

Hoseok pulls a cloth and wipes himself clean, tucks his cock away, zips up.

Behind you, Yoongi’s pace shifts. Harder. Deeper. Every thrust knocks the breath out of you.

You can feel it – the way his hips stutter, his breathing, how his cock twitches inside you. He’s close. You squeeze tight around him, and that’s all it takes.

“Fuck–” Yoongi snarls, hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself all the way inside.

His cock jerks as he cums deep, filling you up with hot, thick spurts. It leaks out around him, running down your thighs.

Off to the side, Hoseok lifts his hand to his earpiece. “The problem’s handled. Intruders are in custody. They’re bringing them in now for interrogation.”

Yoongi doesn’t lift his head – he stays buried inside you, panting with his forehead resting on your shoulder. You’re both sticky, slick, still trembling.

“Good,” he mutters in a low tone.

Hoseok nods once, then walks to the door, one hand already on the knob. “I’ll wait for you outside the interrogation room.” The door clicks shut behind him.

One hand slides up, cups your tit. He pinches your nipple, making you whimper. He groans against your neck. “He’s always so fucking reliable. Handles the mess. Handles you. Maybe one day…” He licks your skin as lips brush your ear. “I’ll let him feel how tight this pussy is too.”

You let out a shaky, breathless laugh. “You’d let him?”

Yoongi hums as his mouth brushes kisses over your shoulder. “Maybe. Only if you want it.” His voice drops. “But right now? This pussy’s mine.”

As he says it, his thumb slides down – pressing onto your clit. You moan,overstimulated, still full of him. “We should clean up…” you whimper.

“We should,” he says, breath tight. “But not before I get on my knees and lick every drop of my cum out of this pussy until you can’t stand straight.”

Your pussy clenches hard, aching again.

He finally pulls out. His cock drags along your slick, sensitive walls before slipping out. His cum drips out thick between your thighs – but his fingers scoop it up, pushing some of it back in deep.

“Can’t waste it,” he mutters, then licks his fingers clean.

Yoongi lifts your chin, kissing you. “Come on, princess,” he says. “Let me clean you up – my way.”

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