She folds

He stopped coming into her room at night, seemingly content to wait her out, for that moment where her resolve crumbles, for her to come to him.

And she did. Eventually.

It was a Wednesday when Haeun finally relented. She had just returned from a grueling day of rehearsals and fan events, her body weary and her heart longing for Joonie's voice. She found Jihoon in the common room, sprawled on the couch, his attention fixed on the screen of her phone. He looked up as she approached, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Jihoon," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "Can I please speak to him?"

His eyes gleamed with triumph. "Oh? You miss him that badly?"

"Yes," Haeun replied softly.

Jihoon considered her for a moment, then shrugged. "No."

Her face fell, and she turned to leave, but he caught her wrist.

"You've only been apart for two days, Haeun. Do you really think you've earned this?"

Haeun hesitated, her mind racing. "What can I do to earn it?" she asked finally.

Jihoon's gaze raked over her, lingering on the curves of her body that she had worked so hard to maintain. "Strip," he commanded.

Haeun balked. "What?"

"You heard me."

She glanced around the room nervously, making sure they were alone. Slowly, she began to remove her clothing, piece by piece, until she stood before him in only her underwear.

He licked his lips, his eyes darkening with desire. "Keep going."

Haeun hesitated, her hands trembling as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing her breasts to him. The cool air of the room brushed against her skin, making her nipples harden.

"Touch them," Jihoon ordered.

She did as she was told, running her hands over her breasts, feeling the soft, supple skin beneath her fingers.

"Play with them," he prompted. "Make it enjoyable for me."

She began to knead her flesh, rolling her pert nipples between her thumb and forefinger, biting her lip to stifle a moan. Her breath hitched as she continued to massage herself.

"Take off your panties," Jihoon said, his voice low and husky. She slid the fabric down her legs, revealing every inch of her to him.

"Now get down and show me how much you want to talk to him," Jihoon growled.

Haeun swallowed hard, but she knew what he wanted now, how she could play him. And so she slowly lowered herself to the floor before Jihoon, putting her head into his lap.

She undid his pants, pulling out his already erect cock. She licked her lips before lowering herself towards it. But before she could reach it, a hand gripped her by her hair. Jihoon guided her lower, to his balls instead.

"I want your tongue on my balls first, Haeun. Lick them like a good little whore."

She opened her mouth, taking his sack between her lips and licking the underside with a slow, sensuous flick of her tongue, feeling its weight in her mouth as she began to suckle on it.

"Mmm," she moaned around his balls, letting his scent fill her nose as she continued to service him.

He grunted in response, his grip tightening slightly. She increased her pace, her tongue gliding over his sensitive skin as she took him deeper into her mouth.

"Fuck," Jihoon groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "That's right. You'd do anything, won't you?"

Haeun whimpered softly around his sac, her cheeks burning with humiliation at the degrading way he was treating her. But she couldn't deny that part of her was enjoying this too—the feeling of being used, of being objectified. It made her feel dirty in a way that felt like penance, as though she was finally paying for her crime of acting innocent before everyone in her life.

When she lifted her eyes up to him as she lathed his balls, she saw him watching her intensely. She shivered under his gaze, but continued to suckle on him.

"Enough," Jihoon barked after what felt like ages. Haeun let go of his sack with a wet pop, panting heavily as he yanked her back up.

She looked down at the glistening cock that bobbed in front of her. It was angry, throbbing and flushed red with need. Without being told, she took it in her hand, feeling the weight of him against her palm.

"Open your mouth, whore," Jihoon grunted, his voice strained. "Let me see you gag on a real cock."

Hesitantly, she parted her lips, allowing his cock to slide between them until he reached the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but pushed forward again, taking more of him this time. His thick length filled her mouth completely, stretching her jaw wide.

"Look at you," Jihoon hissed. "Taking all that in like a pro."

The corners of Haeun's eyes began watering as Jihoon started to thrust into her mouth, forcing himself down into her throat again and again. She could taste his precum leaking onto her tongue—bitter and salty and heady—making her body tingle all over.

"Fuck, you're good at this," Jihoon said breathlessly, his fingers tangling in her hair as he fucked her face mercilessly. "I wonder what your boyfriend would think if he saw his precious Haeun now, hmm? If they could see what a slut you are, on your knees, servicing me?"

"He would probably love it, you moron," she thought, though she could not say it out loud.

She closed her eyes tightly and focused on sucking him off instead, trying to block out everything else around them—the distant sounds of the city outside, the hum of the air conditioner overhead, his nasty comments about her Joonie—until there was nothing left but his cock pounding relentlessly against the back of her throat. Her jaw ached, her lungs screamed for oxygen, yet she continued to swallow him whole, her tongue working furiously along his shaft.

"Fuck yes," Jihoon groaned loudly as he slammed into her one last time.

She felt his cock twitch violently in her mouth before spurting hot cum down her gullet. She choked briefly, pulling back as she struggled to swallow it all down without gagging.

"Swallow every drop, bitch." His words stung, but Haeun did as he ordered anyway, drinking every last bit of his seed until she was left coughing and gasping for air.

Jihoon grunted in satisfaction as he pulled away from her, his now-flaccid member slipping out of her mouth with an obscene squelch.

He patted her cheek condescendingly. "That's a good girl, Haeun. That wasn't so hard now, was it? Maybe you'll be able to speak to him next time, hmm?"

Haeun looked up at him with pleading eyes. She had just sucked him off, surely that was enough to earn some time on her phone?

But no. Jihoon laughed at her expression. "You think that was enough? Sure, I will let him know about our little situation here. But if you want to send something yourself, you're gonna have to do much more. Let's say one message for each time I cum in you. Sounds fair?"

No, it was not. But it was the only deal she was going to get. She nodded meekly.

Jihoon pocketed her phone in his pants and stood up from the couch, a smirk on his face. "Go clean yourself up while I decide how to break the news to him."

He walked away from the room, leaving her alone, seething with indignant anger.