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"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰?
𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?"
                              ~Don't Wanna Cry
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Without breaking eye contact, Joshua leans down and bites hard on Dokyeom's lower lip, drawing blood. He sucks on it until it swells up, then releases it with a pop.
"Now scream for me." Joshua demands, slamming into him with renewed vigor. "Let everyone in this damn neighborhood know who owns you."
Joshua watches as Dokyeom struggles beneath him, his expression twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure. It's a sight that never fails to turn him on, seeing the usually strong-willed man reduced to a writhing mess under his touch. He reaches down and wraps his hand around Dokyeom's throat, squeezing just enough to cut off his air supply momentarily.
"That's it, baby." He murmurs, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Take it like a good boy." Dokyeom's hands claw at his arms, trying to pry him off, but Joshua only tightens his grip. 
Joshua rolls his eyes at Dokyeom's pleas, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He leans down to nip at his earlobe before whispering harshly. "Aww, did I hit a nerve, sweetheart? You think you can just go around kissing whoever the fuck you want and not expect me to get mad?"
He pushes into him harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the room. "You belong to me, got it? And I don't share my toys."
His hand moves from Dokyeom's throat to his jaw, forcing him to look up. "And another thing." Joshua adds with a sneer. "Another thing." He repeats, his voice low and menacing as he continues to pound into Dokyeom mercilessly. "You better not forget your place again. You're mine, and I won't hesitate to remind you of that every fucking time you step outta line."
He leans down to lick the tears off Dokyeom's cheeks, relishing in the salty taste. "I see the way you look at me sometimes, like I actually give a shit about you. But let's get something straight, dollface - this is just business. A convenient arrangement for both of us."
Joshua thrusts even harder, causing Dokyeom to let out loud moans and whimper. Joshua lets out a harsh laugh, pulling back slightly to look down at Dokyeom's pain-contorted face. "Business?" Dokyeom spits out. "Is that really all this is to you?"
He grabs a fistful of Dokyeom's hair and yanks his head back, exposing his neck. "You think you can just use me like some cheap whore and then act like nothing happened?"
He slams into Dokyeom once more, eliciting a strangled cry from the other man. Joshua's expression softens for a split second before turning cold again. "You're mine, understand? And if I find out you've been with another guy, you know what will happen right?" He smirks and his grip tightens around Dokyeom's hair, pulling his head back further as he leans down to claim his mouth in a brutal kiss. 
He tastes like blood and salt from the tears streaming down his face, but Joshua doesn't care. He devours him greedily, biting down on his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth, teeth scraping against his sensitive skin. When he finally pulls away, he leaves behind a trail of wet kisses along Dokyeom's jawline.
"You hear me?" Joshua asks gruffly, his voice low and filled with warning. "You're mine, and I don't share my property."
Joshua scoffs, rolling his hips in a deliberately taunting motion. "Fuck no, I ain't done yet." He growls out, eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. "You think a couple of tears are gonna make me feel bad? You're pathetic, Dokyeom. Always thinking you deserve better than what you get."