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🏷️ hard dom!seonghwa, spanking, crying, fingering, degradation, oral (m), mc is called darling, slut
seonghwa’s hand cracks down on the plush of your ass, the skin already sore and swollen.
“t-ten,” you whimper. halfway there.
black streaks of mascara stain your cheeks and you bury your face into your hands to stifle your sobs.
“shh, darling, why are you crying?” seonghwa mocks. “silly girl, you should’ve told me. if i’d known it would hurt this much i’d have done it sooner.”
he brings his hand down again, the harsh sound ricocheting off the bedroom walls. “eleven,” you choke out, feeling his stiff cock prodding at your stomach. it’s both a warning and a promise.
you brace yourself for the pain of another slap but it never comes. instead, he plunges two fingers into your tight heat, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. you’ve been dripping for him ever since he first touched you so his digits sink deep without resistance.
they’re gone just as suddenly and you barely register the flat of his hand on you again, head spinning and hips chasing the feeling of his fingers scissoring you open.
“we’re not done yet,” he warns. “continue.”
you rack your brain, trying to come up with the correct number — and running into a blank. ten? twelve? thirteen? everything bleeds together in a jumble of pain and pleasure.
“thirteen?”
his low chuckle is cold and cruel and you know you’ve made a mistake. “did you forget how to count?” he shakes his head. “stupid slut. can’t even do one thing right.”
he rubs your ass, spreading your cheeks just enough to put some pressure on your aching hole. “such a shame. i was looking forward to fucking this pretty little cunt.”
he moves you off his lap, ignoring your surprised squeak and pushing you down onto your knees. his fingers press into your cheeks roughly, prying your mouth open so he can push his cock past your lips. you choke when he hits the back of your throat. robbed of anything more your empty core flutters around nothing and your arousal soaks your thighs when he tuts and forces himself deeper.
“finally something you’re good for,” he strokes your cheek with his thumb and you lean into his touch, yearning for his approval. “good girl. this’ll do.”