Namjoon watched you with hooded eyes as you stood from straddling his thigh. You blushed after noticing the stain you left on the leg of his pants.

"Don't start something you can't finish, y/n."

You crouched between his muscular legs, running your fingertips lightly against his inner thigh. "I believe it was you that started this." You looked up at him, seduction practically dripping from your lips as you spoke.

His cock stiffened at the name as it left your mouth. He had just cum but he was already almost at full attention yet again as he watched you.

You watched with hunger as he began stroking himself again. You licked your lips as you shifted your gaze to meet his. He was practically fucking you with his eyes.

Namjoon focused his attention on your lips and imagined how good it would feel to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. He threw his head back at the thought and let out a soft groan.

You took in just how beautiful this man was. Small beads of sweat rolled down his muscular neck as he continue to stroke himself. You decided that you were going to have fun with this man and see just how seriously he took this 'sir' kink.

You leaned forward slightly and let out a small breath at his swollen cock head. Namjoon's breath hitched as he snapped his head back up to look at you.

You grinned up at him. "Something wrong, sir?"

"I don't like to be fucking teased, y/n." He glared down at you, knowing what you were doing. "Now be a good girl and wrap those pretty lips around my cock."

You felt your walls tighten at his command. You were dying to have this man fuck you. But not before you had your fun. You figured being a brat would earn you a punishment if he was serious. And something told you he was. So you decided to test your limits.

"Yes sir."

He smirked at your obedience and felt his cock twitch with excitement.

You brought your lips to his cock and placed a soft kiss at the head, earning a low groan from Namjoon in the seat above you. You smiled as you whispered, "But first, I feel like having another drink."

Namjoon watched with his mouth slightly ajar as you stood up and walked away from him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He growled from his seat.

"I just told you. I want a drink before I let you face fuck me." Your words were laced with attitude as you began to get dressed in the small closet.

"I'd be careful if I were you, y/n. You may not be able to handle the consequences that come from disobeying me." Namjoon warned as he stood, buckling his belt slowly. His erection standing tall, begging for relief through his pants.

You turned around and shot him a bratty smirk as you pulled your heels on and slipped back out to the dance floor.

"What a fucking brat." Namjoon said with a grin after you were gone. He knew this night was far from over.