tags: dark fic! cnc! enemies to fwb?, size kink, strength kink / manhandling, wall sex, hate sex, marking, breathplay, multiple orgasms, creampie, semi public sex, no aftercare!, not proofread
dedicated to the nonnie who asked for this like... months ago and i got busy with other works... sorry bae i hope u like it cuz im not happy with it LOL
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seonghwa corners you in a narrow hallway, the music from the party thumping through the walls. his eyes darkened as his jaw clenched, "you never know when to shut the fuck up, do you?" he growls, stepping close enough that his chest brushes yours.
you shove at him, chin turning away, "and you never know when to stop acting like an entitled prick, fuck off."
seonghwa's hand snaps out, fingers wrapping around your wrist tightly. you twist hard and try to yank free, but he just spins you around, slamming your chest against the wall.
"stop-" you hiss, pushing back against him as he yanks your skirt up, shoving your panties aside, ignoring your attempts to kick at his shins.
"seonghwa, i said stop-"
"too fucking bad," he snarls against your ear as his fingers come between your thighs, finding you already slick for him. you squirm, cursing at him under your breath, causing him to laugh darkly and kick your legs apart.
"fighting only makes me harder. you know that, right? little brat pretending she doesn't want this cock," he mutters, freeing his cock and rubbing it along your folds as you try to twist your hips away, making him hold you in place with an arm around your waist.
he thrusts into you in one smooth stroke, forcing a moan from your throat as he bottoms out, the stretch burning unbearably.
"fuck, you're tight," seonghwa groans, barely giving you time to adjust before he starts thrusting in a brutal rhythm, hips snapping against your ass. his hand grips your hip, holding you tightly in place while the other tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite at your neck.
"fuck- pull out, seonghwa- i don't want this-!" you whimper as your walls flutter around him, betraying you.
seonghwa groans, hips snapping forward roughly, "yeah? then why are you soaking my dick?" he bites down on your shoulder, his hand falling from your hair to grip your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off your air.
you push back, elbows jabbing into his ribs as you try to twist free. seonghwa growls, pulling out and lifting you clean off the floor, your back hitting the wall as he hooks your legs over his arms, spreading you wider.
"stop fighting or i'll make it hurt more," he warns, eyes gleaming as he lines up again, the new angle bullying his cock deeper into you.
your head falls back, moans spilling out involuntarily as you claw at his arms. "no- too deep, pull out-!" you whimper, trying to push him away between thrusts.
"you were acting like such a brat earlier.. now look at you, crying on my cock and still pretending you hate it," seonghwa smirks, thrusting harder and deeper, grinding against your clit on every stroke.
you shake your head, "don't make me cum- i won't-" you whimper, causing seonghwa to angle his hips differently, enough to make you fall over the edge. you clench hard around him, body shaking as he pounds you through it, chasing his own release.
"seonghwa- enough, i can't-!" you choke out, making him fuck you harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as he tries to drag another orgasm out of you.
"you can and you will. gonna fill this pussy up, need to learn who owns you," he mumbles as he brings a hand back to your throat, keeping you pinned exactly how he wants.
you cum a second time, enough to turn seonghwa's thrusts erratic and impossibly brutal as he nears his own orgasm.
"take it- all of it," he growls, burying himself to the hilt, spilling deep inside you. he stays buried, grinding lazily as you pant, spent and trembling.
he pulls out slowly, watching his cum drip down your thighs as he sets you down slowly, your throat raw from moaning and protesting. seonghwa sighs, tucking himself away before draping an arm around your waist, breathing hard against your neck.
"still hate me?" he mutters, causing you to turn your head, glaring at him as you try to calm down.
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