JK pushed the ceramic mug toward her, his eyes cold.

"Drink it all, sweetheart. It'll help you relax."

She drank, trusting the lie. Minutes later, her eyelids grew heavy, and the world dissolved into a grey haze. She slumped onto the office sofa, a rag doll in silk. JK didn't look up from his laptop, but a smirk pulled at his lips as he dialed a number.

"She's out, Jimin. Come taste her however you please."

Jimin entered moments later, his gaze raking over her exposed curves. He stripped her bare, his breath hitching at the sight of her heavy breasts and the swollen, glistening heat of her pussy.

"Damn, JK. She is too tempting."

JK laughed, the sound sharp. "Don't let me stop you."

Jimin stripped with shameless haste. He lunged forward, his cock sliding into her with a wet, squelching thud. He groaned, burying his face in her neck while JK continued to type, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. For three hours, Jimin ruined her, his thrusts driving deep into her cervix, leaving her a shaking, unconscious mess. When he finished, he dressed her with a smirk and vanished.

Two months of this cycle passed. Y/N woke each time with aching nipples and a throbbing core, assuming this was a dark kink JK enjoyed. Eventually, the violation felt too heavy.

"Drink the coffee," JK commanded during their latest session at his mansion.

Y/N pretended to sip, but she tilted the cup, letting the brown liquid soak into the soil of a nearby plant pot. She collapsed, closing her eyes and slowing her breath.

Fifteen minutes passed. JK stepped into the living room to take a business call. Jimin entered the bedroom, his scent of expensive cologne and musk preceding him. He stripped her quickly, his hands rough. He entered her with one forceful shove, a guttural groan escaping his throat.

Y/N’s eyes snapped open. The shock hit her like a physical blow. She screamed, shoving Jimin’s chest and scrambling back, clutching a duvet to her chest.

"Get away from me! What is this?"

Jimin scowled, his cock still glistening. JK strolled in, looking bored.

"What's the noise?"

"You let him! You let him use me while I was asleep!" she sobbed. "I'll expose you both! I'll tell everyone!"

JK chuckled, pulling out his phone. He pressed play. The room filled with the sound of wet shlicking and Y/N’s own unconscious moans. The screen showed every angle of Jimin railing her.

"Go ahead," JK sneered. "I'll just make these viral first."

Y/N froze, her voice dying in her throat.

"Better start getting fucked by both of us," JK said, his voice like ice. "Otherwise, the world sees everything."

Jimin ripped the duvet away, hovering over her. She screamed, but the soundproof walls swallowed the sound. JK grabbed both her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"Release your stress, Jimin."

Jimin slammed back into her, his balls slapping against her thighs with a loud, wet crack. Y/N wailed, her body shaking, but the men ignored her. After an hour, Jimin pulled out with a pop. JK took his turn, driving into her with violent force for two hours while Jimin hooted, commenting on how her pussy gripped him tight despite her tears.