The line of guards moved with a mechanical, hungry precision. One after another, they knelt between

Y/N’s wide spread thighs, their tongues working relentlessly. Slurp. Schlop. Squelch. The sounds of wet friction filled the living room, echoing against the high ceilings.

Y/N’s head lolled back against JK’s shoulder, her eyes swollen and glazed, tears leaving salty tracks down her cheeks. She stopped fighting, her body going limp as she dissociated from the humiliation.

"Look at her," JK chuckled, his voice dripping with venom. "She’s practically vibrating. I didn't know you were such a glutton for it, sweetheart."

Jimin stepped out from the shadows—JK’s best friend, leaning against the wall with a smirk. He walked over to the couch and slid in beside them, his eyes locked on Y/N’s chest. Without asking, he reached out and seized one of her breasts, pulling the nipple into his mouth with a loud gluck.

"Damn, JK," Jimin mumbled around her flesh, his tongue swirling around the peak. "You've been hiding the best parts of her."

JK burst into a loud, mocking laugh, his hand sliding down to press firmly against Y/N’s drenched clitoris. "Right? Look at this pussy—completely soaked and swollen. She's nothing but a little hole for us to use."

The rotation continued, the remaining guards taking their turns with aggressive, greedy laps. Y/N made a small, broken whimpering sound, her fingers twitching against the velvet fabric of the couch.

"Last one's done," JK announced, his voice dropping an octave as he looked at the line of satisfied men.

He didn't give her a second to breathe. In one swift motion, he flipped her over, pressing her face-down into the cushions. He ripped open his trousers, his cock springing free, rigid and pulsing. He grabbed her hips, hauling her backside up, and drove himself into her with a brutal, sudden thrust.

Plap!

Y/N let out a muffled scream into the pillow. The guards didn't move; they stood in a semi-circle, watching the rhythmic impact of JK’s pelvis against her rear. Plap, plap, plap.

"Watch her," JK commanded the men, his breathing becoming heavy and jagged. "Watch how she takes it. This is what happens when you try to slap me."

He fucked her with a punishing intensity, each stroke designed to remind her of her place. When he finally groaned, his body tensing as he spilled himself deep inside her, he didn't pull away immediately. He stayed there for a moment, savoring the victory.

Slowly, he withdrew and flipped her back over. To the surprise of the guards, he leaned down, burying his face in her dripping folds. Slurp. Lap. He sucked her pussy greedily, cleaning the evidence of the other men off her skin with a possessive hunger.

"Mmm, tastes like a crowded room," he whispered against her skin, glancing up with a cruel glint in his eyes.

He stood up abruptly, leaving her shivering and exposed on the couch. He grabbed her by the arm, dragging her through the house before tossing her onto the bed.

Thump.

"Stay there," he commanded, adjusting his clothes. "I'll be back when I'm hungry again."