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His eyes cut sharper at you and the seven boys, shooting his drink down, the brown liquor giving him courage. Peeling himself off the bar counter top he makes his way towards you and the members. His long stride, the way his shoes click against the floor, he was on a mission. Your eyes flutter from laughing, you can make out almost every sound that’s happening in the room. Yet there is one sound in particular that catches your ears. The high pitch clicks of Mingis shoes. He makes his way towards the members and you, only to shoot you that fake smile he does, the cool air from him passing by breezes by you and the members. It feels like the world stills anytime he passes by, the draft leaves the lingering smell of his cologne. Your body riddles with goosebumps. You watch as his broad back makes it farther and farther away.

Stretching your neck to see where he’s going, the boys seem to be background noise at this rate. Almost like static, Mingi had you hooked on him like a drug. You were like a moth to the flame, the persona he puts on even for the members has everyone fooled. It even fooled you, which is how you fell into his trap. They say the devil was once the most beautifulest angel, and Mingis beauty did nothing but blind you.

Your body moves on auto pilot, not even bothering to tell the boys that you were going to go find Mingi. Your body just sways to where you can smell the faint scent of him. Bringing you into a dark hall, the air is so still it almost feels unreal. Your body litters with nerves, rubbing your upper arm, you whisper out Mingis name, sounding like a true stray sheep, calling for its shepherd. He can see you from a dimly lit hallway, you look lost, you look astray. You look tempting, yet while his cock hardens with want, his blood pressure rises because you were also the same person laughing way too hard at his members.

“You lost?” His raspy voice speaks up, echoing down the long and poorly light hallway. Your body does such a noticeable jump, he can’t help but smile, while his cock twitches slightly at the sight. Your head turns from side to side trying to figure out where his voice came from. You can hear the vibrations of his deep tone still ringing in your ears. Letting out a small whimper you call out for Mingi once more.

He starts laughing slowly, the sound just bouncing around the walls of the bare space. You look straight ahead, catching a glimpse of his teeth, his smile so big and teeth so bright, with the way the lights are dim he looks like a threat, almost like this isn’t the Mingi you know.

“Come over here.”

Thoughtlessly following his command, your legs move on autopilot. Your brain already feels like mush, his voice bouncing around in your ears, mixing with the scent of him. He’s addicting. He's propped up against a wall, looking down at you, while your eyes stare up at him like he’s got every answer in the world for you. His cool hand comes to brush your cheek bone, coming down to brush against your bottom lip, pulling it down with his thumb before his hand travels down to your throat, yanking your body closer to his, he’s got you almost completely off of the floor, your noses are brushing. You let out a small squeak at the sudden intrusion. His large hand is crushing your windpipe, even though you can barely make out his features you know there is a fire brewing behind his eyes.

“They must’ve been real fucking comedians to make you laugh as much as you did tonight.” He grits out, while he wasn’t physically spitting on you, it felt like he was spitting heat onto your skin. Letting out a choked out noise, he feels his cock twitch, trying his best not to let his eyes roll back with pleasure at the way your poor helpless face contorts in front of him. Your hand comes up to try and pry him off, yet he squeezes tighter. Tears streaming down your face, your nails dig into him.

Letting you go, your body slumps to the floor, your knees hitting the ground first, your hands grip the material of his pants. Your hand lightly brushes over his hard on. You are in a kneeling position, tears stream down your face. You plead with Mingi through choked sobs..

“Min-Mingi it wasn’t like th-that I sw-swear.” Throat raw with emotion and lack of oxygen from him choking you. There you went, his little helpless sheep. Letting out a tsk, Mingi, brushes his thumb across the top of your forehead.

“I treat you well don’t I? And this is how you treat me…”

The disappointment in his voice wraps around your heart and tugs on the strings of it. Your face deepening in a frown, the tears that were wetting his pants were no longer from the pain of him choking you, it was from the pain you caused him, the disappointment that you shed upon him. Your hands grip his pants in desperation. When you feel something cool brush against the temple of your head, your eyes slowly trailing up his chest. The cool steel is settled right against your temple, not daring to make a move. His mouth widens into that horrific smile. The smile that captures people, that smile that lures people in.

“Do I have to drill into your skull who you belong to? Who owns you?” He says, voice sweet as sugar. Your eyes widen even further, your cunt slickens, you're so far gone on this man you can’t help but contort yourself into what he wants. Your eyes shine, mouth opening and closing no sound coming out but a helpless whimper. The sound of that is enough to make his head roll back, palming your head with his other hand, shoving your face against his twitching cock, the small wet stain of pre cum mixing with your tears brushes against your face.

You nuzzle your face against him, making his cock twitch even harder at the new feeling. His mouth drops open, a quiet groan leaving him. The blade of the knife falters slightly, bringing him back to reality, gripping you by your elbow he snatches you up to your feet.

Turning you around quickly he shoves you chest first against the wall, bunching your dress up against your hips, undoing his belt, he shimmies his pants down on his thigh, thick cock springing free, just oozing with pre cum. The cool air on his cock makes him shiver. You let out a soft moan at him manhandling you, your mind clouded with love, while Mingis mind is clouded with lust.

The blade is on the front of your throat, while his other is on your shoulder, thumb brushing against your pulse, he can feel the quick pulsation pump through his thumb. He sticks his cock between your thighs, brushing against your clothed cunt.

“I’m going to use you how I see fit, do you understand me?” He whispers in your ears, his warm breath tickling your ear, the pulsation from his cock on your count has you whimpering, nodding your head you let out a deep breath trying to gather yourself.

The blade bites into your skin, making your body tense up. You choke out a small yes to him, which immediately follows him thrust his hips slowly, cock slickening from how wet you are getting with each second, one particular thrust makes you whimper loudly.

“Who was the funniest between them?”

Biting your lip, trying your best to keep quiet, your mind can’t even fully comprehend what he’s saying. Stopping his sudden thrusts he pulls back slightly, causing you out a small cry when you feel the cool air hit your sticky cunt, strings of arousal cling to the fabric as he hikes it down to your knees, sticking his cock back in between your thighs he gathers as much slick as he can before he starts to thrust between the lips of your cunt, before slamming his cock into your pussy.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He grits out, moving the blade, the cool steel sitting alongside the vein that runs in the side of your neck.

“None of them were as funny as you Min-Oh my god!” You yell out, hands trying to find the closest thing to grip, his hand grips the blade tighter, making it bite your skin, right on the verge of slicing it.

The sudden slamming of his hips, hike you up and down the wall, cries leave your throat, as the biting of the blade continues to rub against your skin, your cunt gets wetter and wetter by the second. The empty hallway fills with your moans, and the sound of wet skin on wet skin.

“Next time if you even think of cracking a smile at them, I’ll kill you.” He grits, toes clenching in his shoes, you’ve never been this wet before, it’s soaking his pants. Maybe you were just as deranged as he was.

“Or maybe I’ll kill them.” He whispers into your ear, his harsh thrusts making your brain mush, you can feel him brush over your cervix, the squelching noise from your cunt overrides every sound in the hallway, even your pathetic moans. His other hand comes down to your hip. Bringing you down on his cock when he thrusts back, aiding in the powerful strokes he’s delivering to you.

Moving the knife from your vein he holds it to the front of your throat, right above where an adam's apple would lie. The sharp end of the blade pokes your chin, making you moan loudly, with each powerful stroke he gives you, your chin brushes down lightly against the tip of the blade, scratching your skin. With one false move it could easily impale you.

“You hear your pussy talking to me?” He says through clenched teeth, the way your cunt is soaking him, so sloppily he’s so close to the edge.

“She’s telling me she’s sorry, she’s sucking me back in, it’s almost like she knows the boys can’t fuck you like I can, they can’t pleasure you like I do. They could never do half the shit I do.”

His words are like velvet in your ears, the degrading, dirty words flutter in your head like tiny butterflies. Loud whimpers are falling out of your mouth, you attempt to bring your hand up to your mouth trying your best to quiet down when Mingi digs the blade into your neck even harder, you are sure the blade has nicked your skin slightly. Causing you to let out a loud cry, your head knocks against the wall in front of you, crying out Mingis name like it’s a mantra while your orgasm crashes over you.

“Yeaaa, yeaaa that’s it momma, cum on my cock.” He gasps out, tossing his head back, hips speeding up, the tip of his cock crushing against your cervix, walls squeezing him tightly. Milking him for every last drop of cum. His hips jerk slightly trying to help you ride out your own orgasm, as he’s trying to ride out his own.

His body falls forward slightly crushing you against the wall, cock still buried deep into your cunt, knife still present against your throat. The tip of the cool blade is digging fully into your chin. His hot breath pants against your ear, you can feel his heart thump hard against your back. He nudges the blade against your chin, making it dig into your skin further, your head tilts up slightly, eyes looking to the side, catching his wicked smile.

“Remember who you belong to, because next time I won’t remind you. I’ll just show you.”

“Choi San, we were in the library! It was 1:00pm on a Tuesday, everyone was in class or at work. There was nothing to see. Not to mention you sat right in between me and him!”

Smacking his lips, he kicks his foot slightly, you can see his blush creeping upon his neck, his eyes shooting down to the floor muttering not so quietly how he was just enjoying the view, and how the middle seat had the best view.

“San there was no middle seat, you literally dragged a chair in between me and him, I watched you pick up his chair and move the man down the table.”

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you walk up to San, putting your finger under his chin lifting his head so he locks eyes with you. He swore he could see his future play out in your eyes, maybe he was hallucinating, maybe he was a love struck idiot but he felt it, you were his person, you are his person.

“He’s just my lab partner, okay? Nothing more, nothing less.”

The redness from his neck traveled to his ears, lightly dusting his cheeks as well. He was so in love with you. Your face crinkled as you smiled at him, but the way you asserted yourself in one simple sentence just sent him over the edge. He could feel his heart pop like confetti, he also felt his cock come to life.

Squishing his cheeks in between your hands, flashing him a smile once more, turning on your heels towards his front door. You were big on being on time, entertaining Sans shenanigans you were always late. His body moves like it’s on autopilot, walking quickly towards your fleeing figure. Just as you open the door his hand comes up to close it. You can feel his heavy breath on the back of your head.

“San what are you doing?” You whine out, turning around to poke his chest. As your eyes shoot to him you see that look in his eyes, that look he’s given you many times. The same look he gives when you talk to a man too long for his liking.

“I really don’t want you han-.”

“Hold that thought, San!” Picking up your phone, you slide your thumb across the screen. His body puffs up, in an aggressive like manner, this lab partner was crossing too many boundaries with his person. It's almost like he’s underwater, seeing you smile, seeing you laugh at another man that isn’t him. You look at him with a face of confusion, eyebrows drawn up.

Biting his lip, you watch as his eyes darken. He’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. The light that’s behind them dies, and fills with hunger, with ache, with possession. His hand comes to grip your hip, shoving you against the door. His body towers over yours, his chest crushes against yours. Putting the phone to the side, he can hear your lab partner continuing to talk. The chipper tone in his voice pisses him off even further.

“What are you doing?” You whisper/whimper, his knee coming up into between your thighs resting against your clothed cunt. You choke up at his sudden actions, everything feels like it’s happening so fast. His predatory gaze knocks the wind out of you.

“I’m not really too big on sharing, especially when it comes to you.” He whispers quietly into your ear, his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. His cologne clouds your senses. Your cunt clenches around nothing, you have never wanted San more than you want him now.

“Y/n Y/n! Did you hear me?” Your lab partner's voice knocks some sense back into you. It feels like your tongue is knotted in your mouth, you feel his fingertips start to brush against your lower stomach, exploring the soft like skin.

“Well aren’t you going to answer him baby.” He whispers into your ear once more, giving your love a soft kiss. His smooth, cool lips on your heated skin is enough to have you driving yourself up the wall. You let out a quiet whimper, your hand dripping, practically letting the phone slip through your hands but San is quick enough to grip your wrist, making sure you don’t drop your phone.

“I’m-I’m he-RE!” You shout at the last part feeling San hike your body up even extra on his knee. Your clit rubbing against the fabric of your pants.

“Are you alright?” Your lab partner says through a laugh, continuing on about your guys' shared project. Sans kisses slowly turn into soft love bites, nipping at your skin leaving small welts behind. He was going to show everyone you were his. He was tired of this song and dance. He was going to take you, all of you.

Undoing the button on your pants, your eyes watch his every move, while he watches every move of yours. His glance is nothing short of wolfish, while your glance is nothing short of prey like.

“I’m going to take what’s mine, do you understand me?” You grunts into your ear. Rutting his hips against yours, you can feel the pulsation from his cock, mouth instantaneously starts to water. He was so much bigger than you imagined. Those late mates staying awake, riding your fingers to completion, curious as to how San would pleasure you, how he would fill you. Nodding your head thoughtlessly your eyes drop down to where his bulge is. Letting out a pathetic whimper you go to grab his hard on that’s straining against his sweats.

Your hand grips your phone muttering “mhms” and fake laughs to let your lab partner know you are still present, which irks San even more. Your attention is supposed to be on him fully.

Hiking your pants down to your ankles he helps you step out of them, kneeling down to help you, when he looks up, catching an eye full of your soaked panties practically calling his name. Your eyes flutter at the way he hawks down your clothed cunt.

Two fingers come up to grab the fabric, pulling it down slowly, as your cunt comes into sight he lets out a groan, not even hesitating he dives face first into your cunt. Causing you to let out a startled moan. His tongue instantly wraps around your clit giving it a good couple sucks before his hands travel up the back of your thighs, hiking one of over his shoulder, while both of his hands come to the back of both thighs prying them open even further to get more of his face into your cunt. He’s practically making out with your pussy, the wet slurping noises of him sucking down your clit, while his hands jiggle your thighs, giving them a light smack, causing your body to jerk in his hold.

His tongue explores more of you, moving down to your sopping hole, as soon as he sticks his tongue in your pussy let’s put a squelching noise. Which sounds like music to Sans ears. As he tongue dives further into you, his nose bumps against your clit. Your body almost caves over from the stimulation. His hand shoots up to your figure pushing you up right against the door. Surely all his neighbors heard what he was doing to you, surely your lab partner knew by now what was happening to you. Thrashing his head around so your clit gets bumped back and forth you drop your phone on the ground, San can hear your lab partners calls to you, asking if you are okay, yet you are so high on San the only thing you can make out is the way he’s feasting on your cunt. Sticking his tongue out, he rubs it all over your cunt making sure not to miss a spot, your cries fill the room.

“This pussy is so good, you've been giving my pussy away, huh? Answer me princess.” He groans, while continuing to slurp up your cunt.

“N-no! No!” You whimper out, back arching off of the front door.

Smacking the back of your thigh, he jiggles the meat of them once more, pulling his face back. Chest heaving up and down, he looks up at you, that playful glint in his eyes. He places a kiss right above your cunt, leading all the way up to your belly button. Small welts are left along the way. Spreading your thighs once more so there is a huge gap.

“You've been giving this pussy, my pussy to your lab partner?”

His face dives in the gap between your legs, letting the back of your thighs go so his face is fully engulfed in between you. Your cries ring out even louder in the room.

“No! I would never!” You cry out, you keep chanting to San how it’s his, and only his. Those words alone fuel his need for possession. Stretching his arm he picks up your dropped phone, noticing the call is still active, rolling his eyes at this guys pathetic ass. He shoves the phone towards you. Pulling his face from in between thighs. Your arousal is just dripping off his face, slapping against the floorboards beneath his kneeling figure.

“Tell him.” He says licking his lips, making sure to not let any of your juices go to waste. Grabbing the phone with shaky hands. Your body floods with embarrassment, yet the way San sees your pussy flutter around nothing he knows you're just as turned on as he is.

“Tell him who you belong to.”

Clearing your throat, your body heats with embarrassment. Your eyes never leave Sans watching as he gets a mouthful of cunt again. Making you stutter in your greeting to your lab partner.

“H-Hi.”

He slaps the back of your thighs harshly, sure to leave a small mark. Your eyes focus into San more who has his eyes closed while he tongues you up and down. He truly looks like he’s making out with someone, his eyes shut in pure bliss while his body is relaxed, hands roaming all over you.

“I belong to Choi San.” You quickly squeak out, not wanting this conversation with your lab partner to go on any further. Signifying that this partnership would not travel further than on school grounds.

“Tell him what I’m doing to you too.” He groans from your pussy, the bass of his voice vibrating all over making your toes curl. Letting out a whine you look at San silently pleading to hang up on your lab partner.

“Hes….hes eating my pussy…and he’s eating it real good” voice practically breathless.

“Now tell him you guys will not be friends. So he can get that out of his head.”

“We..we won’t be friends…” you say through a whimper, your dignity and pride was in hell right now.

“Lemme see the phone.” Shoving the phone to San you lay your head back against the door, his fingers coming up to rub small, slow circles around your pulsating clit.”

“You should see how I’m devouring her pretty pussy. It’s such a sight, she’s responsive too. One small flick to her clit and her eyes swell with tears. Probably wish this was you huh? Knuckle deep in her pussy, tongue fucking her, watching her come undone in your mouth.”

San hears shuffling on the other side of the phone, he knows your lab partner is still there.

“I know all about you, and the thing is I really don’t like sharing. Especially when it comes to her. So I think you should find a new partner, because if I catch you staring at my girl again. I’m going to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her til she can’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’ll fuck her so long and good, only thing she will be able to mutter is my name. So ima ask you do we have a clear understanding?

The lab partner hesitates to answer, both out of fear and horniness. How could he not be turned on by what he just heard, but he’s heard the stories about Choi San, and he’s not someone who you wanna cross.

Letting out a pathetic yes, he hurries and hangs up the phone. A cheshire cat-like smile crosses his face, pulling his fingers out of you, he stares up at your figure. Eyes shooting down to meet his own.

“No where was I?” He asks rhetorically before spreading your thighs once more.

“Please! God, please please.” Hongjoong choked out through a sob. The clinking of the chain around his body echoed out in the empty room. You had been invited by Hongjoong to watch his solo shoot, while everyone decided to break for lunch, you decided you wanted to eat something else.

With his pants around his ankles, his leaking cock resting against your tongue that was laid flat on the underside of his cock, the pulsing vein throbbing on your tongue. His eyeliner smudged from the tears overflowing from his eyes. Alternating between sucking the head, and letting your tongue run along the length of his cock, bringing him close to the edge each time. Just to pull away and watch him whine hysterically as quietly as he could. Not wanting to alert the staff or Seonghwa of what was truly going on.

“God? Hmm…is that what I am to you?” You looked up at him, watching the streaks of his makeup spread across his pretty face. Sending him a flirtatious smile, you grab his leaking cock. Giving it a quick pump before, spitting on the tip of it watching it slide down the side. Rubbing your thumb slowly over the slit of his cock head, watching your leftover salvia, and his pre cum mix. Hongjoong watched your every move. Even though he couldn’t move much, he hawked you down. While he looked down at you, the power that you held between you both was enough to make him cum with his eyes closed.

“But Joongie you sound so cute when you whine.” You say through a fake pout, your hand slowly beginning to pump his cock up and down. Squeezing his eyes shut, his body does a very noticeable shiver. The chains holding his body back clink again. Trying his best to move, just so he could feel your skin. Tears pool at his eyes, while they are squeezed shut, he tosses his head back. Letting out a high pitched whine. His hands are clenched into such tight fists, his knuckles turn white. His tiny whimpers fill the empty area, his morals slipping away.

Standing up, you continue to pump him slowly. Putting your hand on his chin to tilt his head down so you are eye to eye. As soon as you drop your hand from his face his eyes shoot open..

“Please please touch me again..please..” he ends his sentence with such a desperate whisper you can help but let a sadistic smile grace your face. Your hand picks up speed in pumping his heavy cock. Letting your other hand roam across his neck, your nails lightly scratch at his skin, tilting his head back so he looks up at your body that is looming over his tied up frame. The dull lighting in the warehouse catches a couple of shed tears, making them twinkle.

“You really are a slut for me aren’t you Kim Hongjoong?”

His eyes flutter at your degradation. Your hand continues to pick up speed as you continue to talk to him..

“What would you do if Seonghwa walked in here right now? Seeing your face drenched in tears, makeup all smudged..” your hands come up to his jaw, holding it lightly, your thumb hooking in his mouth, prying his mouth slightly open, the dull light catching the grill in his mouth. Letting out a semi loud cry at the thought of anyone stumbling upon the both of you.

“Please…please..please let me cum. Please..”

Biting your lip, you push your thumb down on his tongue, alternating between letting your thumb skim the bottom of his grill and feeling his tongue between the padding of your thumb, immediately he closes his mouth around it letting out a loud, breathy moan at the taste of your skin. His chest heaves with heavy breaths, his eyes continuously flutter behind his lids.

“I’m going to cum, please…plea-se.” He says muffled due to him still sucking on your thumb, voice cracking at the end with his high in reach, his body shivers, cock jumping at the excitement of finally being able to enjoy the full blown pleasure. Tears pour out of his eyes..

“Yes..yes! Yes!” He moans louder and louder, the empty warehouse echoing with squelching noises, and his breathy moans. Just as he bites his lip, you let his deep red cock go. Letting out a loud cry he jerks his whole body, chains clanking loudly.

“Please let me cum, pleaseee..” he whines out, dragging out the “e” in please, his body is covered in a light sheen of sweat. His pupils are blown, and his chest letting out a deep heave. Just as you are about to speak, you hear the director announce loudly that there were 5 mins remaining before everyone was due back on set. Letting out a desperate cry Hongjoong rocks his body back and forth the chains making noise with each struggle of a movement. Dropping to your knees slowly, your mouth hovers above his brick hard cock, your warm breath making it ooze even more with precum. Rubbing your thumb lightly over the slit, his cock jumps in your hand.

“How many times do you think you can cum within 5 minutes Joongie?” You say with a smirk on your face before your lips latch onto him.

The girl lays her hand on Jonghos upper arm, he catches you side eyeing his current situation. Letting a small smirk grace his face, he shrugs the woman off softly. Shooting the rest of his drink down he makes his way dangerously slow towards you. A couple times you lose him in the crowd, turning your head fully trying to gage where he has gone when a warm hand is placed on your lower back. Startling you slightly, but his scent evades your senses, you automatically know who it is, your hand falls off of Seonghwas arm.

“What’s everyone laughing about over here?” Jongho says with his signature smirk on his face, before you even have time to get a sentence out, Wooyoung beats you to the punch, retelling the joke Seonghwa told the group. As his warm hand continues to rub slowly over your lower back, his thumb pokes out, rubbing small deep circles into your back. Letting out a smack of your lips you try to shimmy away, attempting to get closer to Seonghwa. Jonghos grip is so strong, you barely move an inch. Letting a wide smile grace his face, he kisses the side of your head, giving the impression that he’s not completely seething on the inside.

“You better watch your attitude, pretty girl.” He whispers so quietly only you hear. Letting your smile drop slightly, you can feel your body flush with heat.

“Everything okay Y/n?” Seonghwa asks, causing everyone’s eyes to float to you. Nodding your head, you let out a small squeak as you feel his thumb dig deeper into your back. A wave of arousal instantly flushes your panties, trying your best to put on a good performance. You nod, telling everyone you need something to drink from the bar, and how you and Jongho might wrap it up early due to the sudden wave of not feeling well.

Waving to everyone that you would step away to the restroom for a second, you look up and smile at Jongho. His hand drops from your waist, patting you lightly. You briskly make way to the restroom, immediately flinging yourself in the empty space. Grabbing paper towels, trying to pat down as much sweat from your neck that you can reach. You know this time you're in for a rude awakening with Jongho. Little did you know while you made way towards the restroom he was hot on your heels behind you.

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“The only person who better be having you sweat like that is me, not Seonghwa hyung.”

Your body does a small shiver, refusing to move your eyes from looking straight in front of you, continuing to pat down your body to dry your skin, you smirk.

“Why? You worried I’m falling for hi-.” Before you can finish your sentence you are face down into the counter, paper towels flying towards the ground. He practically teleported to where you were. His hard cock digging into your clothed ass, his strong hand gripping your neck, keeping you in place. He moved so quick you barely had time to process what exactly just happened.

“What did I tell you about that attitude, hmm? Didn’t I tell you to watch it?”

Prying your mouth open with his thumb, you try your best to keep your mouth shut only to fail, due to his strength in the end. As soon as your mouth is open his thumb is pushing down on your tongue.

“You really want to act up tonight.” He wasn’t asking you, oh no, not at all. He was simply telling you that you were acting up tonight. Gathering a wad of spit in his mouth, your eyes twinkle with desire, with need, with lust. Letting the spit slowly drip out his mouth, just as it's about to come in contact with the side of your mouth, he swiftly moves back, letting the wad of spit land on the cold countertop in front of your eyes. Letting out a muffled whine, he adds more pressure to your tongue with his thumb.

“You're not even worth my spit.” He says through a chuckle, towering his large body over your backside, you can feel his heart thump quickly against your shoulders, you know he’s had enough of the show you put on tonight, and he’s anxious to completely destroy you.

“Maybe you should spit on that girl at the bar, she was practically begging for it.” You say through a breathy moan, an undertone of amusement. You weren’t done riling Jongho up yet. Hearing a low snarl rip from his throat, his hands swiftly hike up your dress, peeling your practically limp body off of the counter, and shoving you against the restroom door. He wanted everyone to hear what he was about to do to you. Shoving your panties down your leg, he stuffs them in your bra. One hand comes to grip the back of your neck once more, while he undoes his belt, letting his heavy cock fall from his slacks. You can feel his pre cum smear across your ass cheeks. Biting your lip you try your best to keep in a moan.

“Oh no, no. You are going to let everyone in this restaurant know just who you belong to.” He growls out, voice laced with anger. He had a point to prove to you, to Seonghwa, to everyone in the party. You were his and his only.

“I shouldn’t even be fucking you in here. I should bend you over a table and fuck you in front of everyone.”

A muffled moan leaves your throat, you can feel your folds get slick with arousal. If this was any other man you would’ve slapped them across the face, but this was Jongho. Your Jongho, and the thought of him having his way with you, showing everyone who you belonged to constantly only made you starve to be claimed by him in every way possible.

“Or maybe I should stuff your mouth full of my cock, leave your bratty mouth stuffed so all everyone can hear is how you suck me off. Show them that your bratty ass mouth can do more than give out slick remarks and flirtatious comments.”

He grits in your ear, tapping his hard cock against your entrance before he stuffs you full of him. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head. You feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix deliciously. He just stands still, hips flushed against your ass, hand coming to swat the fat of your backside that jiggles with each slight movement he does. You can feel his cock throb hard in your cunt. Sliding a hand down his face, he looks up at the ceiling trying not to get too engulfed in the way your warm cunt flutters around him. Moving his hips slowly, he starts with a teasing small thrust, pulling out to where the tip is sitting in your entrance before slamming right back into you.

“You are lucky I’m obsessed with your bratty ass.” He hisses in your ear, hiking his hips up to make sure he’s deep in your cunt, his pelvis flush against your ass. His hand around your throat chokes you, leaving you breathless. Slow and deep thrusts knock the air out of your body with each thrust up.

“Because if I wasn’t, I’d treat you just like the trash you act like.” He spits harshly into your ear, your toes curl hearing him practically spit fire.

“Do you understand me? Or do you still want to put on a whore show for everyone?” Licking his lips, the thoughts of you prancing around, and entertaining another man that’s not him makes his stomach turn in knots. Halting his slow thrusts, he pulls out, grabbing your weak frame off of the door. You look like 8 days of rain, makeup smudged any, and everywhere, dress hiked up to your belly button, panties hanging out of your bra, your eyes are blown like heated glass. It was going to be a long night…

Manhandling your frame he’s getting ready to push you down on the counter, letting out a tisk he snatches your dress down so your breasts pop out, the cool air immediately nipping at the warm skin, you let out a whimper. Smacking your bare ass cheeks, he pushes you chest first on the counter. As your warm skin comes in contact with the cool countertop you let out a loud hiss. Smacking your ass roughly again, he jiggles the meat off your ass in his hands before bending his broad body over your barely clothes back.

“You do realize you are mine right?” He grits out, lining his tip up with your warm, dripping core.

“I practically own you.” In one smooth thrust he re-enters your dripping core. You bump your forehead against the cool tiles, letting out a loud moan that echoes in the empty bathroom.

“You are mine, and mine only.” He grits out, lifting his body off of your back, he lets one hand grip the back of your neck, your body easily melts against his. His hips that are pinned against your ass is what’s aiding you in being able to be kept upright. His hips start pounding into you ferociously. The impact is so strong it’s hiking your body up and down against the counter. Your nipples harden due to the coolness under you, enhancing the feeling you are having. Letting out a loud cry as his hand grips the back of your neck tighter. You can see in the reflection the sinister grin that is plastered across Jonghos face. Causing your cunt to clench on his heavy cock. His hips stutter at the sudden feeling, tossing his head back with the remaining smile on his face, his other hand comes up and grips your hip, pulling you down on his cock with each thrust up so he can get even deeper than he already is.

The sound of your loud, lewd moans fill the empty bathroom, along with the sound of wet skin slapping one another. Your arousal is so slick you feel it run down your inner thighs. You feel the slick covering your ass cheeks as you feel the contact of his skin against you with each thrust. His hand still tight on the back of your neck, he’s got you caged like a hungry tiger that refuses to let go. His hand moves from the back of your neck to the front of your throat. Lifting your body up so your flush against his clothed chest. You catch a glimpse of yourself, and you look like hell. Dried drool on the side of your face, your eyes are blown just as wide as Jonghos, and you know everyone knows, oh everyone knows that he’s in there fucking you into tomorrow.

“Look at yourself.” He says through a chuckle before continuing.

“You look like a whore. Go on, say it.” He says through that signature smirk, his eyes low with greed. He looks like a predator on the hunt, just waiting for you to satisfy his hunger. With one sharp thrust you scream out…

“I am a whore!”

As his hips speed up faster your body practically flops with each harsh thrust, gripping the bottom of his shirt, you feel your body heat up at the feeling of your orgasm beginning to crash through.

“Whose whore are you?”

“Yours!”

“A little louder I don’t think I heard you?”

“I’m yours! Yours Jongho!” Just as you were right at the tipping point, he halts his hips, bending you back over the counter. Grabbing the front of your throat again so you are looking directly at him through the mirror. He wraps one hand around his cock, stroking himself to completion, warm cum shoots all over your ass cheeks. His grip on the front of your throat makes you remain forward so you have no choice but to look at him as he cums. Bitten lip between his teeth, his hips stutter in his hold. You let out a small whine, your lips part slightly, and droop with a frown.

Grabbing your discarded panties from the floor, he wipes his cock off, stuffing himself back into his pants. He wipes his cum off of your ass making sure to get his cum right where your pussy lips come in contact with the fabric. Stepping back, he holds your panties in his hands.

“Stand up, now.”

Gathering all the strength you can muster up, you stand, legs wobbly, you turn around. Adjusting your dress, making sure to cover your bare breast, and hiking it down to cover your ass.

“Put these back on.” Tossing you your panties, you bite your lip. Knowing to not disobey Jongho as you were already walking on thin ice with him. Just as you slide the wet material on you can hear the squish of his cum against your cunt, your body shutters. Trying to adjust yourself the best way you can. As he steps closer to you, your eyes never leave his own. Letting his warm fingers dance over your lower stomach he hikes the dress up once more, grabbing the soiled material, stuffing it between your pussy lips. You let out a quiet moan.

“Keep it there all night.” He places a light kiss on your temple before adjusting himself once more. As you turn to adjust your makeup, he halts your motion.

“Keep your makeup just like that. Since you wanna act like a brat, I’m going to make an example out of you.”

Nodding your head you bite your lip as he steps closer to you, spreading his legs so you are standing in between them even though you are the one leaning against the counter. His lips come dangerously close to your ear.

“We are going to go back to the party, and have a good time. I’m going to assume you’ve learned your place. Now put on that pretty smile, and head back out there.”