The glass clinked onto the table. His hand fisted in her hair again, dragging her face level with his cock. The musky scent made her nostrils flare. "Clean it up," he murmured, thumbing a bead of precum onto her bottom lip. "Unless you'd rather I fuck your throat dry?"

Tae's lips curled. But when she opened her mouth to spit, Jungkook shoved forward—not deep, just the fat head stretching her lips obscenely. Her gag reflex triggered instantly. He tutted, holding her in place as she choked. "Breathe through your nose, whore." His free hand squeezed her tit roughly. "You’ll take worse before sunrise."