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Part-3

The afternoon dissolved into a blur of flesh and violation. Jungkook held her head steady, fucking her mouth with deep, possessive strokes while Jimin kneeled between her trembling thighs, ramming into her with brutal, punishing force. The sofa creaked beneath them, a rhythmic accompaniment to the wet, obscene sounds of their conquest.

"Fuck, she's tight," Jimin grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints that would darken into bruises by morning. "Jungkook, your girl's pussy is milking my cock. She loves this. Loves being stuffed at both ends like a proper whore."

Jungkook groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper until she gagged, tears streaming down her face. "She was made for this, Jimin. Made to be used. Look at her—can't even speak, just taking it like a good little fucktoy."

Y/N's vision blurred, her body a battleground of sensations she didn't want but couldn't escape. Every thrust from Jimin hit something deep inside that made her hips jerk involuntarily, betraying her with sparks of pleasure that burned like acid against her shame.

"Flip her," Jimin commanded, pulling out with a wet sound that made her whimper. "I want to see her face while I ruin her."

They manhandled her like a doll, Jungkook withdrawing from her mouth only to reposition her on her back, her head hanging off the sofa edge, upside down, vulnerable and exposed. Jimin loomed over her, his cock slick with her arousal, and pushed back into her with one brutal stroke.

"Look at me," he ordered, gripping her jaw. "Look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your eyes while I take what's his."

Y/N stared up at him—upside down, distorted, demonic—and saw her own destruction reflected in his gaze. He pounded into her with vicious enthusiasm, each thrust rocking her body, her breasts bouncing with the force of it, her tank top still rucked up around her neck where Jungkook had shoved it.

"Beautiful," Jungkook murmured, standing beside the sofa, stroking himself as he watched his best friend ravage his girlfriend. "Absolutely beautiful. You look perfect like this, baby. Spread open. Used. Claimed."

"She's gonna cum again," Jimin laughed, reaching down to rub her clit in tight, cruel circles. "Aren't you? Gonna cum on my cock while your boyfriend watches? Dirty girl. Filthy, cheating little slut."

"I'm not..." she tried to protest, but the words dissolved into a wail as the orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing around Jimin's relentless pounding, her nails scratching at the sofa cushions uselessly.

"That's it," Jimin groaned, slamming deep and holding there, pulsing inside her as he found his own release. "Take it. Take my cum, you fucking whore. Milk me dry."

He collapsed over her, heavy and sweating, his mouth finding hers in a cruel kiss that tasted of her own arousal and his completion. When he finally pulled out, she felt it—hot, humiliating, dripping down her thighs—and wanted to die.

But Jungkook wasn't finished.

"My turn," he said simply, replacing Jimin between her legs, sliding into her used, sensitive flesh with a satisfied sigh. "So warm. So perfect. You feel that, baby? Feel how sloppy you are now? How ready for me?"

"Please... no more..." she whispered, her voice broken.

"Shh," he soothed, thrusting slowly, deeply, almost tenderly in contrast to Jimin's brutality. "Just me now. Just us. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. This is love, isn't it? Sharing? Being open? Giving each other pleasure?"

He came inside her with her name on his lips, whispered like a prayer, and she lay there—soaked, ruined, hollow—wondering when love had become indistinguishable from destruction.

The pattern established itself over the following weeks. Y/N stopped wearing underwear—it was easier, Jimin explained with a grin, and Jungkook agreed. She stopped leaving the apartment, stopped seeing friends, stopped being a person and became instead a fixture, a convenience, a warm body available at all hours.

Jimin brought Taehyung home on a Tuesday.

"This is V," he announced, pushing Y/N forward where she stood in the kitchen making coffee. "My other best friend. He's been hearing about our arrangement."

Taehyung was beautiful—ethereal, almost, with his sharp features and heavy-lidded gaze. He looked Y/N up and down with the same assessing hunger Jimin had shown that first day, and she felt her stomach drop through the floor.

"She's exquisite," Taehyung murmured, his voice like velvet and smoke. "May I?"

"Of course," Jungkook called from the living room, not even looking up from his video game. "Make yourself at home, V. She's very welcoming."

"Wait," Y/N whispered, but Taehyung was already crowding her against the counter, his hands sliding up her bare thighs beneath her skirt, his mouth descending on hers with practiced skill.

"Don't be shy," he whispered against her lips, fingers finding her wet—always wet now, her body trained to respond despite her mind's screaming denial. "I've wanted to taste you since Jimin described you. So obedient. So beautifully broken."

He lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide, and knelt between them. His tongue was different from Jimin's—softer, slower, devastatingly skilled. He licked her with reverent hunger, like she was a delicacy to be savored, his eyes locked on hers as he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it rapidly.

"You're perfect," he murmured, pushing two fingers inside her, curling them expertly. "So responsive. So giving. Jungkook is lucky to have such a generous girlfriend."

"Please... stop..." she gasped, her hands gripping the counter edge.

"But you're so close," Taehyung observed, increasing his pace, his fingers pumping, his mouth relentless. "I can feel it. Your little clit is throbbing. Just let go, beautiful. Cum for me. Cum for me and I'll give you anything."

She did—she always did—her body betraying her with a shuddering orgasm that made her cry out, her hips bucking against his face. Taehyung licked her through it, prolonging it, drinking her release with satisfied sounds.

"Delicious," he pronounced, standing and unzipping his pants. "Now I'm going to fuck you, Y/N. Right here in the kitchen while Jungkook plays his game. And you're going to be quiet, aren't you? You don't want to disturb him."

He entered her slowly, inch by inch, filling her completely while she bit her lip hard enough to bleed. He was thick—thicker than Jimin, thicker than Jungkook—and he moved with devastating precision, hitting places inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

"Good girl," he praised, setting a punishing rhythm, the counter edge digging into her thighs. "So tight. So wet. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked by us. Owned by us. Jungkook shares so nicely. Such a good friend."

From the living room, Jimin appeared, phone in hand, recording. "This is gold," he laughed, zooming in on her face, on Taehyung's cock sliding in and out of her. "Y/N taking V's monster cock in the kitchen. Jungkook, you gotta see this angle."

"Busy," Jungkook called back, but he was smiling—she could hear it in his voice. "Save it for me."

"Oh, I'm saving everything," Jimin promised, circling to capture her breasts where they bounced with Taehyung's thrusts. "Every moment. Every hole. Every tear. You're going to be famous, Y/N. Our little porn star. Our little shared slut."

Taehyung came with a groan, spilling inside her, and immediately Jimin was there, pushing him aside, taking his place, using Taehyung's cum as lubricant to slide into her with obscene ease.

"Used goods," Jimin laughed, gripping her throat. "Already filled and ready for more. You're never empty anymore, are you? Always stuffed. Always claimed. Always ours."

Y/N lay back on the counter, staring at the ceiling, as Jimin pounded into her, as Taehyung stroked himself back to hardness beside her face, as Jungkook finally wandered in to watch with a beer in hand.

"Having fun?" he asked, casual, affectionate, as if this were normal, as if this were love.

"She's perfect," Taehyung answered for her, guiding his cock to her lips. "Absolutely perfect. Can I stay?"

"Of course," Jungkook said, leaning down to kiss Y/N's forehead while Jimin destroyed her below and Taehyung claimed her mouth above. "Mi casa es su casa. And Y/N... well, she's ours to share."

She closed her eyes and stopped fighting, letting them use her, letting them fill her, letting them destroy what was left of the girl who had once believed love meant loyalty, meant exclusivity, meant being cherished by one heart alone.

That girl was gone. In her place was something hollow, something that moaned on command, that spread her legs when told, that existed only for their pleasure, their amusement, their endless, insatiable hunger.

And in the dark, when they finally slept, Y/N stared at the ceiling and wondered if she would ever remember how to say no—or if she had ever known at all.