bts is back, baby

If it's with the enemy? Absolutely not. But he's only in this predicament because his sweet baby girl asked. Hell, she begged.

The end result? His girl sandwiched between him and König, an operator from Kortac.

And Simon shouldn't like this as much as he does.

Simon gazes over her shoulder, watching the bounce of her ass with each of König’s thrusts, his cock delving deep into her ass. His hands clutch her hips, his eyes glued to where they connect, his torso shining with sweat. Meanwhile, Simon pistons up into her pussy, the squelch echoing through the bedroom, adding to the filthy orchestra of her moans and skin slapping.

Simon brushes hair out of her face, checking on her. He breathlessly chuckles at her expression: Rolled eyes, flushed cheeks, open mouth with a trail of drool that pools on his chest.

Her brain is a pile of mush.

“Doin’ such a good job, luvie,” Simon rasps, kissing her forehead through his mask, hoping to bring her back. “Takin’ us both so well.”

“Fantastic ass,” König groans, swatting a cheek, and she mewls in response. “Filthy fucking girl.”

König tangles his hand in her hair and pulls, arching her back. She moans, her hands landing on either side of Simon’s head, and this motion exposed those tits Simon adores. He lifts his mask enough to expose his mouth, capturing one of her rosy buds, suckling and swirling his tongue around it.

“‘M-M cumming again!” she wails, her fingers curling into the sheets.

“Cum, schatz,” König hisses, tightening his grip, spanking her again. “Make a mess all over our dicks.”

Simon licks a long stripe all the way up to her lips, kissing her, swallowing all her pretty noises, sucking on her tongue. He releases a low groan as he feels her convulse around his cock, her sounds growing louder and higher in pitch.

“C-Cumming!” she squeals.

Simon and König moan when she cums, her holes gripping their cocks like a vice. Her pussy creates a ring of white around Simon's dick, and by the way König whines and his hips stutter, his load is filling her ass.

Simon bucks up into her a few more times before reaching his end himself. He hisses, his balls clenching as he cums in her cunt. She collapses on Simon’s chest, whimpering in bliss. The three of them stay there for a long moment; Simon kissing her forehead, König burying his face into her shoulder.

König stirs first. “Want a video of our…?”

“Yes,” Simon answers.

König withdraws, his dick softening, and when he's pointing his phone at her ass, Simon slowly pulls her off. A few seconds later, he feels his cum dripping out of her pussy, no doubt mixing with König’s as it pools out of her gaping ass.

“Look at that,” König murmurs, squeezing her asscheek.

“Good little slut,” Simon whispers, gently grasping her jaw and sweetly kissing her. “Did so good.”

“Sent it to ya,” König says.

“Thanks, mate.”

Tenderly, Simon rolls them over and pulls his mask down, leaving her on the bed while he grabs and wets a washcloth. König’s tugging on his pants as Simon wipes her clean, draping a blanket on top of her before cleaning his dick. He grabs a pair of sweatpants.

“So…”

Simon glances at König, who gazes at her. He meets Simon’s eyes. “Will we be doing this again?”

Simon peeks at her, warmth settling in his chest. “Yeah… I think so.”

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