Spa Time | Sope x f.Reader
“You and Yoongi run in on your shared best friend – and occasional lover – Hoseok taking a naked dip in your private whirlpool. When tension gets unbearable, you decide to let your bodies do the talking. Or alternatively: You lick Hoseok’s entire body while Yoongi fucks you from behind.”
Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Hoseok
Genre: polyamoury!AU, established relationship!AU, best friends with benefits!AU, Smut
Warnings: Hobi is a lil sad at first but they cheer him up, subbish!Reader, switchy!Hoseok, mean Dom!Yoongi, he is mean to Hobi & soft to OC, "jealous" & possessive Yoongi for the sake of the play, very enthusiastic consent, being naked in a hottub, sex in the hottub, a threesome, lowkey somno because yoongs falls asleep and they do it next to him till he wakes up, exhibitionism, voyeurism, licking & kissing of Hobi's whole body, blowjob for Hobi, face fucking, cock spanking for Hobi, butt spanks for OC, vaginal penetrative sex from behind by Yoongi, anal fingering (f.receiving), triple(?) penetration cause he has his fingers in both her pussy & ass while he rails her with his cock, this Yoongi is dangerous when he Doms fr, nipple & breast play, clit play, dirty talk, praise, they call her good girl, at one point they kiss while giving her dick on both ends, because what else are we gonna do?, think of Sope and now think of them naked & wet :'), creampies, cum eating, orgasms for all, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), squirting, lots of drool, subby girl tears, this is the messiests and sexiest fucking ever holy fuck, loving aftercare
Wordcount: 6.5k
a/n: this is yet another remainder of Kinktober24. The person gave me three things "bathtub, sope & somno" and it was enough to get my mind going. hobi's recent shirtless antics didn't help either. also sidenote, sope threesomes are always too delicious and scrumptious i am obsessed. i will never grow tired of writing them. have fun besties i fucking love when characters are bisexual and horny 💙
“Come in!” Yoongi calls out to the person knocking on his door.
You enter his living room in nothing but a towel. Yoongi wonders what the reason for such an outfit might be.
“Do you want to go to the bathhouse with me?”
“Right now?” he asks, putting his book aside. It wasn’t very good anyway.
“Yeah. I’m ovulating and it’s making my entire right side hurt. I need warmth.”
“And I have to be there because?”
“I want to look at your butt.”
He laughs with his head thrown back. He enjoys your flirtatious moments a lot.
“Alright fine, let me get changed.”
The estate has its own private spa. Yoongi built it inspired by Roman baths. The walls and pool are tiled with small blue mosaics, broken up by golden details. There are statues situated along the walls, beside the big arched windows and the arched doorway. There is even a second floor and a small tiled balcony from which one might jump into the water if one desires to do so. The ceiling is tiled as well, showcasing golden suns against blue skies. Taehyung did most of the artworks. You added your own little touch as well by filling the room with tropical plants perfect for the humid conditions. The waters are heated by magic-powered generators, carrying many healing minerals and filling the room with a comfortable steam.
Yoongi built lounges into the walls, nestled between pillars and arches. They are also tiled, but are covered in soft towels and pillows. Warm ceiling lights, tangling from the arches, illuminate each of the eight lounge areas. They are big enough to house two people comfortably and three if the people are not opposed to cuddling.
You wait for him in front of his wing. He joins you in a black bath rope and matching slippers, carrying his towel over his shoulder.
“You’re so handsome.”
“Alright”, he says dryly, lacing his hand with yours.
You don’t comment on his attitude because this how he is. He gets shy from compliments and acts nonchalant. It is the cutest thing.
“Are you in a lot of pain?” he asks.
“I would say normal levels of pain you have to bear as a woman.”
“Fuck, I hate that. If there is anything you need, I’m here.”
“I know. You’re so sweet. I hope that a good soak in warm water will help. Is the book you were reading nice?”
“No, it’s shit. The author keeps mentioning the female protagonists’ breasts. Even during normal scenes.”
“Ew, huge red flag for me. It’s so yucky. Especially when he never does it for his male characters.”
“Yeah, definitely. It sucks ‘cause the plot sounded so promising. That’s what I get for giving male authors a chance.”
“Sorry to hear that, my love. It sucks when a supposed good book turns out to be bad.”
“Mhm, yeah. Wait. That’s weird.”
“What’s the matter?”
“The door’s closed. I kept it open.”
“Maybe you are misremembering?”
“Maybe.”
This part of the estate is only available to the smallest circle of people. Yoongi, you, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin. And whenever Seokjin, Emma and Hoseok visit, they are most welcome. Namjoon used it too, once upon a time when everything was different. So whoever might have disturbed the door, did not announce themselves.
Cautiously, you enter the bathhouse only to be greeted by Hoseok relaxing in the whirlpool with closed eyes. The air smells of salt water and eucalyptus. His clothes are in a pile by the lounge area. Judging by how much steam hangs in the air, he has been here for a while.
“Hoseok?”
He lifts his head and looks at you two.
“Oh. Hey.”
“What are you doing here? How did you get in here? Since when are you here?”
“I needed some relaxation. I used my keys. I’ve been here for a while.”
“And you didn’t even say hi?”
“Sorry. I kinda had a shit day. Just wanted to boil my feelings away before facing other people.”
“Ah damn. What’s the matter?” you ask, taking off your towel so you can join him in the water.
He follows you with his eyes, “I found out that I didn’t qualify for the freestyle dance competition.”
“Noooo, the one you really wanted to compete in? The one in New York?”
“Yeah, that one.” He sniffles. “Honestly kinda fucked my entire day.”
“That’s understandable. I’m so sorry to hear that. Did they tell you why?”
“No. Just that my skill level isn’t fitting for the competition.”
“They definitely meant that you’d be too good for it and if you partook then the others wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
“That’s sweet of you, but I doubt it. I guess I just suck.”
“Shut up, you don’t suck. They suck because they’re mean and have no taste.”
He smiles, lowering his eyes.
“Thanks for saying that.”
“I’m serious. Gosh Hobi, I know that we’re naked right now, but do you want a hug?”
“No, I’m alright.”
“Oh. Alright. Wait. Did you want to be alone? I’m so sorry. I just totally inserted myself into your space right now.”
Hoseok looks at you already in the whirlpool and Yoongi just awkwardly standing by the edge of it.
“No, this is better. Being alone is so depressive”, he says.
“Are you sure? You can totally tell us to piss off. We would understand.”
“Please stay. It’s nice that you’re here”, he assures you and gives you an honest, very gentle smile. You know that it was honest because it reaches his eyes.
“Alright, then we’ll stay for a while. I need the warmth anyway.”
“Why?”
“Just ovulation pain in my right side.”
“Shit, that sucks. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, I guess.”
“Everyone, don’t look for a moment. I’m coming in”, Yoongi announces to which you both assure him that you wouldn’t.
He takes off his rope and climbs into the water. You are between them, having at least a meter of distance to either. This is a very big whirlpool, very clean too, and you want to take advantage of the size. It is so nice to spread out and really enjoy the warm bubbling water.
Yoongi gets comfortable, resting his head against the edge of the pool. The water splashes up his chin every now and then as it bubbles its watery heart out.
“They don’t know what they lost, Hoba. You’re so much better than them”, he says, giving Hoseok one of his signature frowny smiles, which is just incredibly cute and warm.
“Thanks”, Hoseok says and smiles shyly, “That’s nice to hear.”
He settles back and closes his eyes, letting out a deep sigh of relaxation. The way his body and face melt, makes you think that your presence helped him get rid of a lot of stress.
You glance at Yoongi. He also has his eyes closed, relaxing with slightly parted lips.
You settle back and close your eyes. This is truly what you needed. Warmth, quiet and a moment of shared tranquillity.
At some point the three of you even dozed off. At least you know that you did because when you suddenly become aware of your surroundings again, a chunk of time is missing from your memory.
You open your eyes. Yoongi is definitely sleeping because his mouth is agape.
Hoseok opens his eyes at the sound of you moving. He instantly smiles at you.
You retort it, gesturing to your lips to keep your voices down.
“I fell asleep.”
“Same”, he whispers, “Yoongi’s still out.”
“I know. It’s cute.”
“It is. But, wah, I need a break. I feel like I’ve been boiled”, he says and stands up. Water pearls off his body and drips down. He climbs on the bench and sits down on the edge of the pool, keeping his legs in the water. He parts them slightly, resting his arms on his thighs so he can bend forward. “That’s better.”
You swear that you want to be a respectful woman and yet you still end up scanning your eyes over his naked body. You cannot help it. Your attraction to him is way too strong and the warm water helped turn your ovulation pain into Ovulation Horny.
Which is simultaneously the best and worst kind of horny to get.
Hoseok’s dark hair is dry in the front but wet in the back, his cheeks are flushed because of the high temperatures and his nipples are just a little pinker than their usual tan colour. Water covers his skin, running down his arms, his chest, his legs, his abs. Even now, when he is relaxing, they are so prominent.
You flit your eyes back to his face. He is looking at you, smirking.
“Don’t”, you murmur and turn away in embarrassment.
“I’m not saying anything”, he chuckles.
“Your smirk said everything.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who basically just fucked me with her eyes.”
You splash water at him as quietly as possible. Hoseok laughs softly, lowering his eyes playfully.
“You know, I’m not just eye candy. You can touch too if you want”, he rasps, spreading his legs further.
You instantly lock eyes with his dick. It is soft right now and his balls seem bigger than normal because of the heat. So sexy how his cock just lays there and glistens from the water. So untouched, so untasted, so tempting.
You gulp.
“Can…I…really?” you ask hesitantly, meeting his eyes.
“You can. But be quiet. We don’t want to wake Yoongi, do we?”
You glance at the latter, heart speeding up. You know that Yoongi wouldn’t mind – he would definitely encourage it – and yet you are still so nervous all of a sudden. In a good way. It feels as if you and Hoseok are going to do something forbidden, something that will get you in trouble shall you be caught. And this is making you wet.
“Fuck Hobi, I’m legit so horny. It’s the stupid ovulation”, you whine, looking back at Hoseok.
He chuckles, “all the more reason to come closer.”
You finally give in. You stand up and wade to him. Hoseok stares at your tits unapologetically. You like that he does.
“You’re so sexy”, he says.
“Says the right one”, you retort and touch his chest. His pecs twitch.
He puts his hands on your waist, meeting you in the middle for a kiss.
“Before we start”, he purrs against your lips like a tease.
“Hm?”
“Do I have your consent to touch you?”
“Of course you do. Do I have yours?”
“A million percent yes. And the safeword’s snowdrop?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Great, then kiss me.”
This is more than a kiss. This is making out. You and he rub your wet, heated up bodies against each other, feeling and groping the other with restless hands. And the kiss itself is sloppy and charged with way too much mutual tension.
He turns you on like crazy. He puts so much emphasis on safety and consent and this in itself is already reason enough why you want him frantically. Hoseok is as hot as he is because he is attentive and caring and safe.
But also because every inch of him is beautiful. And so soft. Except maybe his cock. This is definitely not soft.
Rubbing between your tummies and leaking his desperation, he reminds you just how into you he is. And how starved for cock you are.
“You’re already hard”, you sigh, abandoning his lips to kiss his neck sloppy style.
Hoseok purrs, rolling his head back to expose more of his sensitive skin. Your tongue feels amazing as it travels along his neck.
“You’re the reason, babygirl.”
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
“Yeah?” he smiles, gazing down at you with heavy eyes. You meet them, eyelids droopy and lips parted.
“Yeah”, you purr, showing him your obsession by connecting your tongue with his skin. You drag it down to his chest, moaning at the feeling of him.
Hoseok exhales shakily, grabbing the edge of the pool and parting his legs. His skin feels charged in electricity, you are the reason for it. If you keep this up, he might have to arch his back.
You lick his nipple.
Hoseok arches his back.
How easy it is to give into you. He lets your name dance off his tongue as if it was his favourite word, sliding his right hand to your back. He rubs circles on your soft skin, chest heaving up and down quickly as you flick your tongue over his nipples.
They are so perky and cute. And so reactive. He is covered in goosebumps and his thighs keep twitching as they threaten to rub together.
The water ripples as you wander further down his body. His waist fits between your hands as if it was made for you. Your thumbs are on his stomach, feeling his muscles tense and ripple as he chases your mouth.
“Remember how I rode them?”
“Of course.”
“I get so wet thinking of it”, you purr and bite him. Not that he has a lot of softness to bite. Just enough that you feel him between your teeth and he can react in a pleasurable shiver.
His breath speeds up more as you make your way to his cock and it hitches when you finally take him inside. Just his tip. For a second and then he suddenly sits inside you to the very hilt.
“What the fuck, argh”, he gasps and throws his hand over his mouth to muffle his sounds. His legs twitch, opening as wide as possible. He expected anything but this. His pretty and careful best friend has his entire cock in her mouth. What the actual fuck.
You slip off him, giving him the kind of look that lets him know you aren’t finished. Your hands rest on his thighs, applying weight. You whisper against his neck and somehow his lips at the same time because you can’t decide where you want to be.
“They’re always so careful with me. I know you can give me what I want.”
“What’s that?” he asks, eyes droopy and totally mesmerised by you. He swears that he can taste the desire in your words.
“I wanna get my face fucked. Please Hobi?”
“Yeah”, he squeaks out, nodding his head, “yeah, totally. Yeah, just damn, yeah totally.”
“Yay”, you peck his lips before you are already between his legs again, taking his hands to guide them to the back of your head. You show him what you crave, guiding his hands how you want it to guide you.
Hoseok bites his lip in order not to moan loudly. He picks up the rhythm you show him, stomach tightening nicely when this makes you moan. You grip his thighs, arching your back submissively. Your drool runs down his shaft and balls, mixing with his addictive taste.
This is everything you have wanted for years. You appreciate how gentle the others are, you love that they prioritise your comfort. But goddamn, you are always on the sidelines during sloppy face fucks. You get to watch and never participate. You knew that Hoseok would finally give you what you crave. He is still gentle, but it finally feels as if for once your mouth gets used as a fleshlight.
“You’re such a pretty girl”, he purrs, gaining confidence from your sweet moans. He broadens his stance and tests the waters with one careful thrust of his hips.
You twitch, fleeing him instinctively. He doesn’t get the chance to ask if you were alright because then you are already moaning like a pornstar, pushing yourself down on his cock. He rolls his hips up. You don’t flee him anymore, you take what he gives you even if it bulges your throat.
Your jaw goes slack, your eyes roll back behind your eyelids. His hands on your head feel possessive and controlling, pushing you down as his hips roll up. His tempo is slow. He gives you breaks between each thrust, making you anticipate it with shaky legs. Nobody moves his hips how Hoseok does and right now, he is forcing you to partake in this sinful dance.
“Such a pretty cocksleeve. Aren’t you just the prettiest”, he praises, hoping that you will like this kind of talk.
Your throat tightens around his cock as you mewl happily. You press your ass against nothing. Of course you liked it. Hoseok rewards you with a deep thrust, pushing your head down on his cock.
“Of course you are, taking cock like such a good toy.”
You spill tears, gagging around him. The break he gives you is appreciated but you don’t slip off. You suck him vigorously, dripping tears and snot. Your head is dizzy. This is the best thing which ever happened to you. You are so happy to finally get your face fucked.
“That’s my good toy. Catch your breath”, he praises you, scratching your scalp.
You follow his command. You take a deep breath.
“Good girl”, Hoseok purrs, stealing it from you with a deep thrust of his hips. His cock grinds down on your tongue and fills your throat, spilling sweet sin when he is the deepest.
You groan in surprise, fingers bruising his thighs and body twitching.
He drags it out of you. Slow to tease. You should feel how it is to have cock slip from your mouth. He keeps his tip inside. He rubs your head. And thrusts right back into you again. Just a little faster than before. You can take him so well, he has to reward you.
You tremble, wanting to fucking cry. This feels so good. It definitely pushes you to your limits and is a lot more intense than you thought it would be, but it is exactly what makes it so good. You wouldn’t have been able to stand being treated like something fragile today. Not when you are ovulating, not when your head is literally only focused on sex. You need to be pushed to your limits, otherwise you wouldn’t get over your desperation.
Hoseok thrusts into you and stays there, pushing your head down. You gag and gag and gag, scratching his thighs as he makes you fear for your sanity.
“One. Two. Three”, he pulls you off of him on the count of three, hair tightly between his fingers.
You are disoriented, drooling and crying as he tugs you up to his face. He cradles it, pupils widened in desire. You are swaying, eyes just slightly crossed.
“Swallow, that’s it. Breathe and swallow, that’s it.”
You don’t know how you are able to follow his commands. You are high and droopy.
“That’s my girl”, he praises you and pulls you into a sloppy tongue kiss. You instantly begin to meet him, licking into his mouth like a woman starved. He chuckles, purring in enjoyment. Who would have thought that his pretty best friend has such a willing face to fuck and that she is so good at it.
“Are you two actually fucking serious?” Yoongi breaks the silence.
You gasp, slipping off of Hoseok as quickly as possible just to look over your shoulder. Hoseok is gawking too, eyes widened.
“I let myself go one time. One bloody fucking time and you go ahead and fuck?” Yoongi is scolding you and Hoseok, using his fond voice for it.
“We tried to be quiet.”
“That’s a shitty excuse”, Yoongi pushes himself off the bench, standing up. Water pearls off his body, his semi hard dick peeks out.
“You’re…”
“...expecting you to continue? Correct. Go on, suck him off. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“What are you gonna do to me?”
Yoongi reaches your side, caging you in his strong arms. His naked chest presses into your back, his cock rubs your ass. He kisses your neck, hands cupping your tits possessively.
“What am I gonna do to you? Getting my dick wet another way of course”, he rasps against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He pinches your nipples, making you squeak and tense. He does it again just to make it hurt a little.
“Yoongi”, you mewl, heart racing a million beats per second. Having one sexy man totally smitten for you is already hot enough, but having two will be your end. Especially because it is Yoongi and Hoseok. Those two together are a lethal combination.
Yoongi chuckles in amusement, kissing your ear before he shifts his darkened eyes to Hoseok.
He slaps his cock. Hard.
“Ah! Fuck”, Hoseok gasps, biting his lower lip. His legs press together, cock throbbing. The pain is sharp and intense, forcing him to bend forward.
“That’s for sneaking behind my back.”
Slap.
Hoseok both moans and whimpers, twitching in pleasurable pain.
“And that’s for doing it without me.”
Slap.
“Fuck. Yoongi..aahm…”
“That’s because I wanted to.” He purrs and slides his hand to the back of your neck so he can rub it. “It’s all yours again.”
“This was so hot. Oh god, I’m so into this”, you mewl, lowering yourself happily.
Hoseok is hot on your tongue, pulsing as a result of getting slapped repeatedly. He tastes so much richer and needier, coating your tongue in thick pearls of desperation.
He moans loudly, rolling his hips and gripping the edge with one hand. The other comes to rest on the back of your head, petting you gently.
“You gotta go slow. I’m sensitive now.”
You purr, nodding your head. You wouldn’t listen on other nights because it is so much fun to make him lose control, but you want to drag it out tonight. You want it to last longer because it means that you will be able to have him for longer as well.
Besides, Yoongi has barely even started and you want this experience to hit as hard as possible. This can only happen when you have Hoseok’s tasty cock in your mouth and Yoongi’s veiny dick in your pussy.
So you listen to Hoseok and go slow. No sucking, no licking, just kisses for now. Gentle, slow, featherlight. On his tip, his veins, his shaft, his balls, inner thighs and stomach. So many kisses.
“You feel so amazing”, Hoseok encourages you.
“Keep going, princess. You look so pretty sucking cock”, Yoongi motivates you, touching himself to the view.
You mewl, drooling on Hoseok’s dick happily. This is truly what life is about. Sucking dick, being praised, getting adored.
“Go ahead, Hoba. Tell her what’s happening right now.”
Hoseok peels his eyes open, twitching at the view. Yoongi’s hair is slicked back, exposing his defined brows and incredibly handsome face. His eyes are lowered like that of a hunting cat, fucking both you and Hoseok. His right arm and pec keep tensing as he pumps his own cock. Hoseok’s eyes linger on his hand. It looks so big around his length, veiny and masculine.
“He is-”, Hoseok clears his croaky throat. It is difficult to talk when his cock is getting licked and he gets to watch Yoongi masturbate. “He is touching himself.”
You moan around his dick, sending shakes through his legs.
“He is so hard already. Ah ___ please stop moaning.”
You mewl, which isn’t better.
“I swear I’m so close. Let me breathe, please.”
You slip off of him, stilling your hunger by licking and sucking his abs. You grip his waist for it, moaning needily. Hoseok is panting, mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he is trying to make sense of how good you feel. Or how hot Yoongi looks for that matter.
“Go on, Hoba”, the latter encourages him, slapping his own cock into his own palm, “keep talking. Don’t be shy now.”
“Shy? You’re supposed to be shy, what’s gotten into you?”
Yoongi chuckles, “I’m comfortable”, he states matter-of-factly and shifts his eyes to your ass. “Keep going, princess. You’re such a good girl.”
He caresses your soft buttocks, ending it with a possessive squeeze. One second of it and then he lands a surprise spank, making you moan loudly and accidentally squeeze Hoseok’s dick.
“Yoongi, please”, Hoseok begs, earning himself a dark, playful look from the older man.
“Don’t you dare cum, Hoba. Hear me?”
“Fuck, aaaahmmm”, Hoseok mewls, tilting his head back.
Truth be told, Yoongi has been awake for quite some time. Watching. Observing. Enjoying. He watched Hoseok roll his head back and his eyelids flutter, he watched him arch his back and helplessly grab the back of your head. All while your naked, beautiful body moved sensually. And it drove Yoongi mad. He cannot deny it anymore that being a sneaky voyeur turns him on. Especially when it’s his pretty woman and his pretty best friend.
He spanks your ass again, watching in delight how you squeeze Hoseok’s cock and how the latter reacts with a needy squirm.
“Please, I’m serious.”
“Try harder”, Yoongi orders him in a mean voice before he shifts to you, caressing your sore buttock, “and you just keep going, princess. What a good girl you are”, he praises, using his soft voice.
“Why are you mean to me but not her?” Hoseok whines.
“You gotta ask? You’re fucking my woman behind my back”, Yoongi snarls, making Hoseok mewl and throb in your hand. He knows that Yoongi is only playing into the situation. That he is only pretending to be angry because The Forbidden is the hottest thing ever.
“Hyung”, Hoseok chokes out, making Yoongi smirk lopsidedly.
“But that’s alright, I’m still the one to get her pretty pussy. Isn’t that right, princess?”
You nod your head vigorously, pressing your ass back against Yoongi’s thighs. He rests his heavy cock on your back, rubbing it back and forth. He almost loses his vision when his cock disappears inside your warm mouth again.
“Yeah, that’s right. All mine”, he purrs, running his fingers through your folds to check your readiness. You are practically dripping on him. Yoongi gives into the temptation and slides his middle and ring finger into your empty pussy. He curls and scissors them, meeting Hoseok’s eyes cockily when this makes you whimper.
“You hear that, Hoba?”
Hoseok nods his head, eyes switching between Yoongi’s face, his cock and his hand.
“That’s the noises she makes when I touch her. You fucking get that? I’m the reason she sounds like such a happy slut”, he hisses and curls his fingers especially good against your sensitive spot, forcing you to react in a whimpered moan around Hoseok’s cock.
“I-I get that.”
“Good”, Yoongi says and guides his cock to your dripping pussy.
“Wait. Your fingers”, Hoseok gasps.
“What? You think I don’t know my woman?” Yoongi challenges feeding your cunt his cock while his fingers are still inside.
“Mhm!” you are keening around Hoseok, slamming your hands on his waist just to grip him for support. You push back onto Yoongi, spilling tears from the intense and satisfying stretch. Hoseok curses in realisation, gawking down at you.
You like it. You like being stretched to your limits.
“She comes to me when she is desperate, Hoseok-ah. She begs me when she needs cock. I’m the one she needs when her panties are soaked and closing her legs would fucking hurt.” He bottoms out and pulls out instantly just to slam his hips into you to feed you his cock.
You whimper, slipping off Hoseok’s cock to press your face into his crotch and sob Yoongi’s name.
“I know exactly what she can fucking take. So shut the fuck up and enjoy the show”, he spits, making you tremble with a curl of his fingers and his cock right against them.
Hoseok swears that his soul might need to leave his body. He never witnessed Yoongi like this before. He knows that he is possessive even if he refuses to show it. He also knows that touching you the wrong way gets people’s hands ripped off. But fuck, witnessing it live in such a sinful setting makes Hoseok’s head turn.
“Yoongi”, you sob right against Hoseok’s dick and he swears that this might be the first time a simple name will make him climax.
“That’s it, princess. Let him know who fucks you so good”, Yoongi encourages you, gripping bundles of your ass to really drive the message across. You are entirely exposed to him like this. Yoongi’s cock throbs inside you at the view. You are taking him so well, making his dick glisten sinfully.
“Yoongi”, you moan on Hoseok’s dick, following it up with dumb, slutty licks. Hoseok wants to close his eyes, but he is scared to do so. He doesn’t want to miss out on anything.
He is glad that he didn’t as he watches Yoongi spit on your hole and pick it up with his thumb. His hand is big enough that it is easy for him to give it to you on both ends.
“Take his cock back inside, love.”
You obey him, holding his base with both hands as you whimper in excitement.
“That’s it. Let him feel your moans”, he praises and rewards you by pushing his slickened thumb into your tight hole.
Yoongi is the meanest person you have ever known. No matter how far away you get from him, how much you like it with other people, he will always - fucking always - manage to remind you why he is the one you need when nothing else helps. Because nobody else plays your ovulating, horny body as he does.
He gives you a second to get used to the intense penetration, rubbing your lower back soothingly. He keeps his fingers curled against your g-spot, keeping his thumb still as he stretches you slowly.
“Watch out for when she pinches you, Hoba. I need you to tell me to stop when she does”, he says and picks up a rhythm with his hips, “hear that, princess? Give him a pinch if you’ve had enough.”
You mewl and sob, answering him by bopping your head up and down Hoseok’s cock. This was your way of telling him that you understood, but that you don’t need it anytime soon. Definitely never. It feels so good to have all your holes stuffed. It feels so fucking good. And Hoseok is so delicious. Oh god, you need cock. You need cock. You love cock. You love this.
“Good girl. Fuck your face with him. I’m okay with that, I got the rest of you.”
“I’m serious, I’m really fucking sensitive”, Hoseok complains, abs tensing constantly, and toes curling. The water keeps spilling over the edge of the pool because of Yoongi’s passionate thrusts. If this continues, it might not be the only thing spilling messily because of him.
“I know you’re sensitive”, Yoongi dismisses him, meeting his eyes.
The pull between them is inescapable. They both feel it. Yoongi steps closer, keeping his cock buried deep inside. Hoseok meets him in the middle, putting both hands on Yoongi’s head to pull him close.
The kiss they share is beyond sinful and quite honestly fucking nasty. They lick and suck, both using their deeper voice to moan and feeding the other their spit. Hoseok claws and grips at Yoongi as if he needed it to survive. Yoongi lets him, taking out his frustration on you with deep, skilled thrusts.
You are far away. Truly, you are so far away. But the noises of their sloppy kisses still meet your ears. You can’t see what they are doing, but you can imagine it. They are caging you in, using your holes and feeding you delicious cock and now they are kissing.
You don’t want it to happen. You really thought that you were better than this. But the sex is so good and they are so hot. They make you climax against your will.
Yoongi feels it, having to break the kiss to look down at you.
“Princess”, he groans, taking a deep breath afterwards just to release it in a guttural moan with an arch of his back.
Hoseok chases him, head pounding and eyes barely wanting to stay open. He is clasping his shoulders for support, hanging onto him. He has no idea why Yoongi stopped kissing him, but he needs more.
“Cum on my cock, that’s my woman.”
“Oh”, Hoseok finally gets it, tensing up, “___, I’m cumming. I’m sorry, I can’t stop. Ah!”
He seriously couldn’t hold back anymore. Not when you are having an orgasm and this is so hot to him. His own excitement was his downfall. His own sensitivity is his ruin because you don’t stop sucking him as he empties his heavy balls down your throat. On the contrary, you suck him as if your life depended on it, moaning needily because the taste of him makes you want to cum again.
You rut back onto Yoongi, squeezing him so tightly that it makes him growl and fletch his teeth. He slides his left hand to your clit and pinches her, giving you what you need. Quite frankly, nobody talks. The spa is filled with a series of sinful moans, needy whimpers, helpless gasps and possessive growls. The sound of restless water and skin slapping against skin mixes with it. Steam fogs up the windows, the tiled artworks get their own private show of passion. One they might not be able to forget for quite some time.
It doesn’t take Yoongi long to have tortured you enough to bring you over the edge a second time. Hoseok’s cock slips out of your mouth because you have to scream. His cum spills all over his stomach as you hide away in it, hugging him desperately.
“That’s it, princess. Scream. Let go, such a good girl”, Yoongi talks you through it, leaving open mouthed kisses on your shoulders and upper back. Your pretty hole is convulsing around his thumb, your pussy is so tight around his cock and digits and your clit throbs between his fingers. “Don’t you hold back, you’re doing so well.”
It takes you three hard thrusts to have enough. He milked you dry, gave you everything you craved and more. You are fucking spend.
“No more, please no more.”
“Mhm, good girl”, Yoongi praises you and pulls his hands away. He straightens up, sticking his creamed fingers into his own mouth to suck them desperately. He still rolls his hips into you, chasing his own high in your pulsating cunt. Your taste is heaven to him, making his eyes roll back and his legs shake.
“Are you alright?” Hoseok has the task of checking on you. You claw yourself up his body, finding your support by hooking your hands behind his neck.
“Hoseok”, you whimper, eyes red and teary staring at him with happy submission.
“Look at me, Yoongi’s almost done”, he talks you through the blissful overstimulation, caressing your cheeks, “he’s sucking his own fingers, babygirl. I’m so jealous, I just know that they taste so good.”
Yoongi moans, sending him a happy look because Hoseok’s dirty talk makes you clench down on him. Hoseok gets an idea. Deepening the eye contact with Yoongi, he begins to pick up the cum you drooled all over his stomach. He slickens his fingers with it and spreads it all over his own lips, ending it by sucking off the rest and sticking his tongue out. It sits right there, waiting to be tasted.
“Hobi…” you gasp.
“Hoba”, Yoongi moans, closing the distance. Their hot bodies cage you in, you get an up-close view of their needy kiss. Yoongi licks into Hoseok’s mouth, feasting on the sin he prepared for him. His hips are sloppy, barely wanting to move. So you do it for him, bouncing yourself on his dick as best as the constricted position allows it.
Yoongi’s voice,8 once deep and throaty, pitches more and more the closer he gets. The kiss breaks when he is one second away from it.
“You’re making me cum”, he chokes out, pulling Hoseok to him and therefore hugging you close as well. He drops his temple against Hoseok’s lips, keeping his own lips pressed against the bridge of your nose as he releases his warm heaven deep inside you.
He whimpers at first then the first wave of unbearable electricity passes and he chases the fading high with deep growls and sharp thrusts.
Seven times he does. Seven times and then he has to pull out to kiss you. And kiss Hoseok. And kiss you. And kiss Hoseok. Just as you have to kiss him back and kiss Hoseok and, and, and. While Hoseok kisses Yoongi and then kisses you and then, then, then. At one point you could have sworn that you somehow ended up kissing both of them at the same time. It isn’t entirely clear because the three of you just needed to kiss each other until the electric aftershocks passed and clarity returned.
“Fucking hell”, Yoongi gets out, dropping on the bench and letting his head fall against the edge of it, “you two are dangerous.”
“I could say the same”, Hoseok says, slipping back into the water and taking you into his arms.
You sink gladly, barely keeping your eyes open.
“Yeah, same. I…tired.”
Hoseok and Yoongi look at you, chuckling at the same time. Yoongi closes the distance and rubs your thigh under the water while Hoseok lets you rest against his chest.
“How are you doing, princess?”
“Mhm so happy.”
“Yeah? Does anything hurt?”
“No, nothing. Just really tired.”
“Relax, babygirl. We’re right here”, Hoseok assures you to which Yoongi hums and kisses your cheek. He spreads his kisses on your shoulder and upper back as well.
“You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
You grin happily, giving both of them a very sleepy but giddy look. You snuggle deeper into Hoseok’s embrace, lacing your fingers with Yoongi.
“Thank you for fucking me. Like…all of me basically. I needed this so much.”
They laugh, melting closer to you because they are two men obsessed. Yoongi kisses the tip of your shoulder, ending it with a little hickey. While Hoseok trails kisses up and down your forehead.
“Always happy to help.”
“I think we need to change the water”, you lull.
“Yeah definitely. That’s actually so disgusting”, Yoongi agrees and pushes the white layer of his release away from him, “that’s why you’re dangerous ‘cause you get me to nut in water. Why was I so nasty?”
“You’re hot when you’re nasty”, you say and close your eyes happily.
“Hard agree. No joke, Imma start using a diary just to process how you acted”, Hoseok jokes, making Yoongi laugh.
“Alright, fun’s over. I’m leaving”, he says, standing up.
“What? No stay”, you whine.
“I’m not gonna stay in my own cum water”, he laughs, “besides your hands are already wrinkly, you should definitely take a break too.”
“Fine, but only if one of you carries me to the lounge.”
Yoongi sighs in defeat and picks you up easily, “come here you”, he says, stepping out of the water. You grin at him, kicking your legs happily. Hoseok chuckles, following you with the towels.
“I feel like a princess”, you snicker.
“You are”, Yoongi retorts, laying you down on the soft blanket and stealing a kiss.
Hoseok drops beside you, watching with heart eyes and a tingly stomach. Not for long however before you and Yoongi include him.
