Jimin’s chest rose and fell in a heavy, rhythmic slumber, his breathing the only sound in the dimly lit room. Y/N lay beside him, her body aching and her mind drifting, until a shadow blocked the light. Minho stepped closer, the scent of expensive cologne and sweat clinging to him. He didn't hesitate, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his thick, pulsing cock, which stood rigid and glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip.

"Your turn now," Minho murmured, his voice a low grate. "Get over here and suck it."

Y/N recoiled, pulling the sheets tight against her chest. "No. I can't. I'm exhausted."

Minho leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. His breath was hot, smelling of mint and malice.

"Think carefully about that answer. You remember those photos I took? The ones where you're completely exposed, legs wide, looking right at the camera?"

Y/N froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. "You said you deleted them."

"I lied," Minho whispered. "One click, and every contact in your phone,your parents—everyone gets a front-row seat to your naked body on the internet. Now, open your mouth."

A sob escaped her throat, a jagged sound of defeat. Trembling, Y/N slid down the bed. She looked up at the vein-ridged shaft, the head a deep, angry purple. She leaned forward and took the head into her mouth.

The taste of salt and musk filled her senses. As she began to slide her lips down the length of him, a wet, squelching sound echoed in the quiet room. Tears leaked from her eyes, dripping onto his thighs.

"That's it, you little slut," Minho groaned, his hand diving under the sheets to seize her breast. He squeezed the soft flesh violently, his thumb grinding into her nipple. "Suck it harder. I want to feel your throat tightening around me."

Y/N gagged as he pushed deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She made a muffled, whimpering sound, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Look at you, crying while you take it," Minho sneered, his fingers pinching her nipple hard enough to leave a mark. "You love being a pathetic little whore, don't you? Wrap those lips tighter. I want to feel every bit of that wet tongue."

He began to thrust his hips forward, forcing himself into her mouth with rhythmic, punishing strokes. The sound of shlicking filled the air, the friction of her saliva and his pre-cum creating a messy, sliding noise.

"Keep going," he commanded, his voice thickening with lust. "If you stop before I cum, those photos go live instantly."

Y/N closed her eyes tight, focusing on the rhythmic slide of the cock in her mouth, the rough grip on her tits, and the crushing weight of the threat hanging over her.