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You know that you shouldn't mess around with Namjoon.
Especially not when you're dressed in a wine red and skin tight cocktail dress, which is super short and also has a fucking deep cut out.
Especially not when you wearing this dress in a club and make all the other guys (and some girls as well) gawking at you like you're a fair game and seem to be "free for fun" for everybody.
...and above all of this, especially not when it's absolutely obvious that you're doing all of this shit just to provoke his temper and testing your limits again.
Except of the bedroom is Namjoon a really calm man and don't get jealous or even possessive easily.
He's a really mature and logic guy, never claim someone as "his own" and beside of his personal kinks, he do everything to support people who fight for their human rights and independence.
But this scene here in the club is completely other situation with a whole different background. This background is called fully aware misbehaviour and pure brattiness to question Namjoon's upbringing in the sexual terms of your relationship.
You should have known that you would end up like this.
Kneeling in front of Namjoon, somewhere in one of the countless dark corridors of the building and sucking him off for his mercy. Well... you're not really sucking him off, the things you are doing, are more discriptable with 'Namjoon is face fucking you without absolutely any mercy'. Your behaviour tonight was too definitely too much for Namjoon's Ego to still remain calm. He'll make sure that you remember the place where you belong to.
"See? The pain, your pain, makes it so much hotter though. You little bratty whore didn't deserve a better treatment anyway. So be at least a good slut for me and let me use you like I desire.", spits Namjoon in a mocking tone. The debasement in his voice can't be missed.
Namjoon forces you again and again to deepthroat him to your ultimate limit, let you gag and choke on his huge cock until you're a sobbing mess. The more of your pretty make up is ruined and messed up from your tears, the more is Namjoon satiesfied with his own work.
In this moment, you loosen your jaw a little bit, to get at least some oxygen into your lungs. It wouldn't help you in any way when you pass out right now. You would be in the same position with the same problem in three days again, just with a little setting change.
Namjoon calls these things 'little teaching lessons'.
He'd teach you how to be a good, useful cock slut that is able to give him at least a proper blowjob. Without coughing so pathetically and begging him to stop because you 'couldn't take it anymore'.
Oh, he would make very sure that you can take his cock. Even when the only option he has is to literally shove his dick down your throat and let you choke so long on his the thick crown of his cock until you're (ab)used to it.
Namjoon didn't like the loss of friction, that is caused by your desperate gasping for breath, at all. He's grabbing your hair roughly and yanking your open mouth and these swollen lips back onto his enormous long and thick shaft, stuffing literally all of his cock down your throat.
"Keep going, Bitch. I want to see tears rolling down your cheeks.", commands Namjoon with a dangerous deep voice. You should do what he wants to advoid even more cruel punishment.
To be honest you would be glad to survive this night somehow and being still able to eat ...and walk tomorrow. The devilish spark of satisfaction in his eyes let grow a weird feeling of exitement, discomfort and maybe even fear in your stomach and electrify every nerve of your body with it.
You don't know if you really want to know what he's planning with you after this throat-fuck...
