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"Y/n get ready, Jin hyung and Jungookie are coming over to congratulate on your promotion."
Yoongi- your husband of three years say as he enters the room. Your eyes widen and you groan.
"But Sundays are my only off." You whine while you get up from the bed and cling on him like a vine. Yoongi grumbles but he doesn't push you off.
"I know but they were really excited when i met them today at the studio and told them of your promotion."
Your heart races despite being safely cocooned in your husband's embrace. The thought of two certain men- tall, rich and intense, makes you shudder. Even before you got married to Yoongi, you had felt sort of uncomfortable around the duo of maknae and hyung. You had worked as a manager for the seven partners of an entertainment firm but these two always had a different aura. They were always attached to the hips and did everything together but the revelation from Hobi's girlfriend of a decade that they shared their partners, revolted and guiltily turned you one. From then on, even meeting their eyes stirred a weird sensation, you didn't want to name.
You had ignored their antics at first but when you had gotten in relationship with and then married the love of your life, you had expected their advances to cease but they didn't. If anything, their eyes held an anger- a fire which spoke of betrayal.
It was ridiculous!
You never told Yoongi though because you knew how much he loved them and you didn't want to ruin that for him- your husband after all only trusted few people.
But lately they were bolder and even more intense. The sneaky glances had turned to full on starring that made you feel naked. They would look at you as if they wanted to bend you on any near surface and have their lewd way with you. Even in a room full of people, you'd feel their stares heavy on you.
It made your breathing heavy. You started wearing looser clothes, thinking may be it was only your body but it backfired soon enough because their eyes became even sharper- they followed you everywhere. Like the anticipation of what's underneath those baggy clothes, turned them on.
But it wasn't just your body, you belatedly realized. They'd eat the food you made, singing praises whenever they came for visit. They'd help with the dishes and set the table. They'd encourage you if they got to know of your plans and they'd help if you got stuck.
But they were possessive too. They didn't enjoy you talking cosily to men other than Yoongi and sometimes even their other four friends.They behaved almost as if they were in love with you and it scared you to death. You loved Yoongi too much and the thought of loosing what you had because of two very attractive individuals didn't excite you in the least- you were loyal.
Perhaps, if you weren't married and in love, the prospect of the Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook being after you, would've thrilled you but now it just scares you.
You clutch the back of Yoongi's shirt tightly. Maybe you should just tell him.
"Oppa, I have something to say."
Yoongi hums as his arms clutch your waist tightly, bringing you closer to him. Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears and you take a deep breath.
"Whatever i am going say I hope you know that I'm not accusing them or trying to tear you guys apart. In fact, I have bottled it up for so long but now it makes me panic and scares me and I don't wanna loose you..."
Yoongi cuts your monologue off and cups your face in gentle hands.
"Y/n, you don't have to give these explanations. Whatever it is, speak up."
Tears well up in your eyes. You don't want to lose this. You both have worked hard to make it through this long.
"Seokjin Oppa and Jungkook... I don't like how they look at me."
At your words his hands fall away and you look up to see Yoongi's eye's- they are passive.
Your heart breaks, does he not trust me?
"I am not lying! They look at me all the time and they behave...ugh! I don't know how to explain but please Yoongi...I don't like it. My skin crawls."
There's silence for a long while before Yoongi speaks again as if he put a lot of thought in it.
"Because they are so close to me, I had trusted them with you as well. I want to think that it could be a misunderstanding because they are like family but that'd would be unfair to you. Regardless of what's true if they make you feel uncomfortable, I'll cancel the plan. Don't worry."
His hands are back to cupping your cheeks. You feel warm, so much that you sniff lightly. You had feared his anger but should've known better. Min Yoongi was the sweetest man ever and why you fell so hard.
When his lips meet yours in a soft, chaste kiss, you comply. He explores your mouth, leisurely. You feel grounded and snake your arm around his neck.
The chaste kiss turns increasingly hot. He angles your head to his liking and kisses you so deep that you choke on his tongue.
You moan in surrender losing your muscles when he walks ahead taking you nearer to the bed. You whimper when his teeth nibble at your lips. Only after they're raw and hurting, Yoongi trails his mouth down your neck, raining wet pecks.
Your mind forgets your worries for a while.
The flimsy tank top you are wearing is soon out of the way and he pauses to look at your breasts. His eyes turn lustful and he gives you a gentle push.
You fall on the bed, bouncing a little. The cool air that touches your bare nipples, racks shivers on your body.
You part your legs to accommodate your husband. Who like a predator sneaks up and trails kisses- wet and open mouthed from your navel to the breasts that perk up in arousal. Moans escape you wantonly and your hands clutch the back of his head when he takes one nipple in mouth. His mouth is hot. He laps and sucks the brown bud so intensely that your back arches up as shivers courses through your veins.
His other hand meanwhile works to get your shorts and panties out of the way.
Once successful, he palms your dripping cunt. The thick fingers that rub your clit makes you scream in pleasure and sob.
"ngh, Opp!"
You feel his smirk around your bud before his leaves it wet with his saliva and goes to the other neglected one- pinching it first. You lose your mind when his mouth works on your bud and simultaneously stimulates your clitoris.
You moan, crying when he adds two finger in your pussy roughly without a warning. Your walls protest and tears drip from your eyes. You beg Yoongi, for what, you're not sure.
Yoongi groans when your walls continue to clamp tightly,
"I fuck you daily and you're still So tight,Y/n."
You feel close to the edge, your insides tightening in pleasure, you tug at sheets and his hair alike and when your orgasm comes, intense and hard, you are surprised.
You are shaking and reveling in pleasure, spent but your back arches and leaves the bed when without warning Yoongi has his thick, beautiful cock pushed inside your pussy mid orgasm. Your eyes roll back in pleasure.
He is cruel and relentless as he hammers in your whole like a toy. His hips move with a grace of a dancer and his eyes watch you like a hawk. taking in all your twitches and convulses as he plays your body like an instrument.
"Too much! Yoong! fuck! don't stop!"
Your mind is a mess but gets messier when you feel his lips biting hard on your neck, shoulder and any place he could attach his lips to.
You don't doubt the monstrous hickeys you would be supporting for a week.
Your stomach tightens once again so soon and you wail in ecstasy . His cock slides in and out of your pussy easily and the wet, squelching sounds are so scandalous, they make you whimper. his grip on your hips tightens and he pins your hands above your head. Your helplessness turns you on even more and you feel your juices dripping on the silk sheets.
"It doesn't matter who looks at you, Y/n. They can look all they want but they can't have you. They won't. You are mine. Do you understand? I will kill them and fuck you with their blood on my hands to remind you and everyone that you're fucking mine." He growls deep in his throat.
Your breath hitches and you clench harder watching your husband's eyes turn sinister.
This wasn't the Yoongi, you knew, the one that didn't let his anger show but rather let his displeasure speak. But God, right now as he pounded your whole that he shaped for his cock, he looks furious.
His thrusts are fast and deep as they hit your walls and g spot so nicely that your toes curl.
His cock get bigger inside you and you find it hard to breath. He is close you know. His groans are barely concealed right now. His hand leaves your hands and uses it to manhandle your leg up to your shoulder and you're wholly exposed.
As you lie open and vulnerable on his cock, you don't doubt what he says next.
"You are mine, Min Y/n. Mine to love, mine to fuck and mine to keep."
His words tip you over and clench so tightly around him that your vision dims, it's the tightening that causes Yoongi to let our colorful curses when he comes in thick spurts- painting your walls and heart as his.
You both breath heavily and you're tired beyond believe. You whimper when he pulls out and all the cum drips down.
You pout, feeling empty.
Yoongi chuckles, pecking your forehead. He gets up and cleans your wracked body and finally leaves to your dripping pussy a kiss- a weird ritual he does since the first time you both made love.
Slumber tugs your eyelids. Yoongi tugs you in his arms and you let sleep take you, unconcerned. The last kiss he places on your lips, is foggy in your memory and it curls your lips in a smile.
You feel reassured that know one would be able to take you away from his tight grip- both on yor heart, mind and body.
If only you knew.