Broken Conscience

Torture turns me on

Hoseok's POV

I relaxed on the recliner and looked around at my teammates. Namjoon was counting up the money we'd just gotten for the group of accountants we killed. They supposedly held some top secret information. It didn't matter to me either way, as long as we got paid.

Seokjin was sharpening his carving knife. He'd gotten mad at the crime scene today when he was trying to cut up his victim's face. Apparently his knife was too dull and his designs weren't as beautiful as usual. I think he was just being dramatic.

Jimin and Taehyung were of course messing with Jungkook, who was focused on painting his nails with the new jet black nail polish he recently bought. Jimin and Taehyung were just telling him how gorgeous he would look sucking their dicks. It was the kind of stuff they always told him. They loved it when Jungkook got all prettied up and then ruined. We all did, honestly. Even Jungkook himself.

Smirking, I looked at the closed door of Yoongi's room, wondering when he'd start with the torture. As if on cue, a blood curdling scream could be heard coming from his room. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, listening intently to the screams and wheezes. These were louder than usual, and, boy, did I enjoy it.

Licking my lips, I began to palm my growing erection, loving the way my boyfriend could cause such screams of pain and terror. It was sexy.

To my dismay, the door opened sooner than expected and out came Yoongi, whose body was covered in blood that did not belong to him.

He rushed over to me and jumped on my lap, "Did you hear Hoseokie? This one screamed really loud," he smiled proudly, waiting for my praise.

"It was wonderful, baby. Ended kinda soon though," I told him.

Yoongi's face immediately fell, "I'm sorry! Did I kill him too soon? I was just getting excited!" He tried to explain.

"Hey, it's fine baby," I soothed, pushing his hair out his face, "Those were some loud screams, even better than last time."

"Really?"

"Really," I confirmed, pressing my hard on onto his little ass, just to prove to him how much his work had effected me.

Yoongi blushed, but did not hesitate to grind his crotch on mine in response.

"You want me?" I asked and placed my hand on hip.

He nodded slowly and bit his lip, unzipping his pants.

I slipped my hand into is back pocket and felt the bottle of lube I'd told him to keep there, "Good boy," I whispered and unscrewed the top to the bottle, squirting a decent amount on my fingers and spreading it around. My fingers slithered into his pants and quickly found his entrance, my middle finger plunging into his hole and thrusting.

"A-Ahh," he moaned and grabbed my shoulder, smearing blood on my shirt.

I soon added another finger, scissoring him open, then a third and thrusted them inside him forcefully.

By this time he was moaning like a cat in heat and Seokjin had gotten annoyed when he finally looked at us.

"Look! I don't care where you two fuck, as long as it's not on my chairs. Last time you two had sex right there it took me two weeks to clean that thing and I'm not doing that again," he growled, pointing at us with his shiny silver cooking spoon.

I groaned, "Fine!" Then I stood up from the chair, my fingers still knuckle deep in Yoongi's ass, and carried him over into my room.

Sitting on my bed with him still in my lap, I pulled my fingers out, "Hands and knees," I ordered. He crawled off me and got on his hand and knees, sticking his butt in the air, awaiting my next move. I quickly stripped him of his shirt and pants, tossing them to the floor, then doing the same to myself.

Pulling out the lube again, I held it over his entrance and just poured more on it, "You like it wet, don't you?" I chuckled and threw the now empty bottle to the floor.

"Mmm," Yoongi whimpered.

I stroked my member, smearing the rest of the lube on it. Then, without warning, I sheathed my dick inside him, the loud squelching sound making us moan in unison. I started thrusting hard and fast, knowing he liked it rough.

"Ah, H-Hoseok... ngh," he gasped and moaned and gripped the sheets tightly.

After a short time, I pulled completely out and flipped him over. His legs were thrown over my shoulders and I bent his body almost in half. Since he wasn't very flexible, I made sure he still felt good but with a little bit of pain from having his body bent to such a degree.

I continued to thrust into him, angling it perfectly and abusing his prostate, "Ahn! Hoseok!" He screamed, "So good—! Mm, m-more!"

I complied to his needs, thrusting harder so that the smack of my hips against his cheeks was louder, then taking his neglected dick into one hand, stroking it in time with my thrusts.

"I'm g-gonna c-come...!" He moaned even louder as he spilled his seed all over his chest and some on his neck.

I pulled out of him aiming my dick at his mouth, "Open up," I said and his mouth opened for me. With a few strokes, I found myself coming all over Yoongi's face and in his mouth. He swallowed it down, then licked up what was rest on his face.

I collapsed next to him in exhaustion, both of us breathing hard and we cuddled up next to each other.

We'd barely gotten a minute to rest when Seokjin called us all for dinner. With a strained sigh I pushed myself up and picked up my discarded boxers, pulling them back on and the grabbing a pair of sweatpants and putting them on. I also grabbed one of my biggest black t-shirts. When I turned around, Yoongi already had his underwear back on, so I threw my shirt at him. He put it on and it was much too big, just how he liked it.

We exited my room and entered the dining room, sitting at the table.

"I see you two had some fun. I'm surprised Yoongi-hyung can walk after all the sound he made," Jimin commented, Taehyung chuckling beside him.

I merely shrugged and picked up my chopsticks, eating the delicious meal Seokjin had cooked for us.

It wasn't long until I noticed Namjoon was missing. I heard him talking in his room, and I already knew what it was. He would never miss dinner for a normal call. I was hoping that we'd have another mission tomorrow, maybe with more people to kill. I needed some more people to kill. Or maybe the blood Yoongi unintentionally covered me in was just getting me excited.

But it didn't matter anyway, because I was right about Namjoon's phone call.

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A/N Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! For future reference, this story is all murder and sex and chaos ;) Votes, comments, follows appreciated!