you quietly open the door to your apartment, the lights off and the scenery quiet. you assume that seonghwa is asleep and breath a sigh of relief , placing your bag down but as soon as you do, the lights flicker on making you jump .
seonghwa is seated on the couch, his face contorted with anger and annoyance. you knew the reasoning behind his anger.
“i’m sorry , i shouldn’t have stayed out too late-“
“get over here.” seonghwa demands and you don’t dare to disobey him, your head down as you walk over to him. standing between his legs, his hands move to your waist, his grip tight.
“strip for me doll,” he says in a softer tone but annoyance still evident. you nod your head and pull your dress over your head, the only thing left on you are your undergarments and your heels. seonghwa licks his lips and motions his hand for you to move closer.
you stand quietly and wait for further instructions but he doesn’t speak and trails his fingers to your underwear , his index finger rubbing your core earning a soft moan from you. before you can blink he grabs your waist and pulls you down on to the sofa , a gasp leaving you as he fumbles with his pants , pulling them off along with your underwear.
“you think you can be a good girl and take all of me?” seonghwa’s tone is cocky and full of mockery, waiting for your answer.
“y-yes, i can,” you whisper and seonghwa stares at you in silence , intensely before slowly pushing himself inside you, a whimper leaving you. before you can even adjust to his speed he grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, slamming into you with full force making your head hit the arm of the sofa. but you don’t mind as moans are now freely leaving your mouth. he continues to thrust into you , one of his hands moving to your core to pinch your clit , a loud whine coming out of your mouth. the lewd sounds of skin slapping against each other is like music to seonghwa’s ears besides the way you call out his name like a prayer.
your breathing is ragged and you know within seconds you’re going to cum, your stomach twisting in pleasure. seonghwa rolls his hips on yours , your fingers tangled into his hair and with one last thrust your breath hitches in your throat and you open your mouth, your orgasm so powerful that your body shakes as seonghwa continues to thrust into you, his hand stroking your thigh calmingly.
“next time,” seonghwa breathes, “ don’t stay out too late.”
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