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|Madclown| (Soloist)

You and Dongrim stood on either ends of the room, staring at each other. You had been fighting and the words that had slipped out of your mouth were ones he did not want to hear, nor expect. You had decided to leave him, you couldn't deal with the fighting and the yelling anymore. It was like he wasn't the same person you fell for - things had changed. He rarely spoke to you, he never touched you. You felt lonely in the company of the one person you had, once, wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
"No, you can't leave me.." He hissed, eyebrows furrowing. You weren't intimidated.
"You're not the same person I fell in love with." You replied simply, no tone in your voice, you turned to leave and within seconds, Dongrim had you pushed up against the door.

The force at which he pushed you made a loud enough sound that anyone outside would've heard it.

"Your not leaving !." He growled lowly, faces centimeters apart,you were frightened now but you weren't about to show it. You took a gulp and stared him in the eyes.
"What happened to you?" You replied in a whisper, unemotional voice. Dongrim's brows furrowed further, fist clenching tighter.
"I'm still the same person , Savanah." He replied. You shook your head slowly.
"Liar." You said deliberately clearly, emphasizing every letter. Within seconds, Dongrim's lips were on yours in a way that you'd never felt before.

He was so rough, you could taste the passion on his lips. He wasn't being gentle anymore. Were you still scared? Yes. Did you want this to stop? No. You pushed your hands into his hair, gripping and pulling as his teeth dug into your lower lip rough enough to draw blood. He had you moaning in seconds. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, lips not breaking for a second. He pulled back, panting. Looking at him you could tell he wasn't finished yet. His lips moved to your neck, you could feel yourself getting weak as you grabbed onto one of his biceps, nails digging in.

"D-dongrim.. I need you I-" You were cut off by another loud moan as his hands worked under your shirt. He pulled back once more.
"Say you're mine Savanah." He growled, voice raspy and out of breath.
"Just fuck me." You shook your head with a smirk.

"I said say you're mine." He raised his voice again, you bit your lip as you raised an eyebrow at him. Teasing would only make him more angry, exactly what you wanted.
"I'm yours." You whispered in the quietest voice you could manage. He dropped you form his hip[s and began to remove your clothes. You helped him. At this stage, you were far too worked up to go through all that foreplay.

Your clothes and his were scattered on the floor, a pair of panties hanging off the back of a chair, his shirt piled onto of the heap of your clothes. You were sitting on his hips again, dragging your hands down his torso, sweat starting to stick to your finger tips.
" Dongrim, You think fucking me is gunna make me stay?" You mumbled, not looking at him. he grabbed your chin in his hand tightly and yanked your head up, mouth covering yours, a tongue slipping through your lips as he pushed into you without warning, you shut your eyes and hissed quitely You weren't expecting it, not that it was a bad thing. He filled you up so well, whether it was the new angle of the fact that it had been so long since you two had engaged in such contact you couldn't tell. He began to thrust at a relatively quick pace, tongues fighting for dominance, which he eventually won. You threw your arms over his shoulders and dug your nails into his back, scratching and clawing as his pace increased, with every push you could feel him sliding deeper and deeper. You pressed your head against his shoulder.

"S-Shit. Oh God.." You breathed out, eyes shutting as he hit that sweet spot that sent chills up your body. He was producing low grunts now, grunts and whispers of your name. You couldn't hold on any longer and with a whimper followed by moaning, you reached your climax. He followed not long after, riding his orgasm out with a few more pushes, pressing his sweat covered forehead against yours

A while later and you stood in Dongrim's shirt after he insisted you wear that and the rest of your clothes go in the washing machine. You watched him carefully, his hair in a horrendously messy state, back covered with nail marks. He stood up and looked back at you.

"That was something different." He mumbled, you could see he felt slightly bad about his outburst of confidence. You walked over to him, running your hands up his chest.
"Something good." You grinned, pressing your head into him.
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