Hate Fucking with Euronymous
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Summary: You and Oystein have been broken up for over a year, but still run in the same circles. Your breakup was messy and explosive, leaving you both incredibly hostile with one another whenever you found yourselves in the same room. On this particular evening, for the first time since you've broken up, you find yourselves alone in the kitchen at a party, both reaching for the same beer in the fridge. Warning: NSFW, Rough Sex, Hate Fucking, Dirty talk, Degradation, Unprotected P in V, You get fucked with a beer bottle.
This piece is day 4 of Kinktober 2025, where I post a one-shot/blurb/drabble based on a list of prompts every day. Todays kinky prompt: Hate Fucking WC: 1.7k Words
Your eyes traveled up the leather sleeve wrapped around the arm reaching for your beer and found yourself scowling.
Of course, it had to be him.
Oystein had a way of appearing at the worst possible moments like he was born to annoy the living shit out of you.
You thought about letting him have the beer. Just walking away like you knew you should. But, the lazy smirk he shot your way as his fingers wrapped around the glass bottle had your upper lip twitching into a snarl.
Without having to think, you snatched it out of his hand and jumped back a step
"It's always you." He huffed, raking a hand through his long hair "You're just fucking everywhere, aren't you?"
"You sure you're not stalking me or something?" You scoffed, hopping up on the counter, beer in hand, looking smug.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" Oystein sneered, slowly taking menacing steps forward. "You think I want to be in the same room as you? I can't stand you."
"Well, asshole. The feeling's mutual." You rolled your eyes, fumbling with the bottle opener.
You didn't expect him to nestle himself in between your legs, one hand on each side of the counter as he caged you in with a hateful look.
Without looking away from you, He got the bottle cap off the rest of the way and snatched it out of your hand.
You cursed your traitorous cunt for clenching around nothing, watching him take a slow, long sip of your beer.
You swiped at the air, but missed and somehow ended up with his hand clutching your jaw, forcing your mouth open.
You glared at him, but didn't struggle, a little curious as to what he was up to.
"You wanted it so fucking bad." He poured the beer down your throat until the bottle was empty. "Should be thanking me."
"Fuck you." You gasped for air, beer spilling down the sides of your mouth as you tried to swallow the last sip.
"You know." His eyes darkened, bouncing from you to the beer bottle "That's not a bad idea."
Your brows pulled together, not understanding until his fingers were suddenly pulling your panties to the side and the cool glass top of the beer bottle was being rubbed down your slit.
"What are you doing?" Your eyes widened.
"I think you know." He smirked, slow and cocky, like he was enjoying every second of your squirming.
"Oystein," Your tone was warning, but your voice wavered at the end, like you couldn't decide if you were serious.
"I'm not hearing a no." He taunted, circling your entrance with the bottle. "Last chance to say something. But you won't will you?"
You bit your tongue, pissed that he was right.
"That's what I thought." he pushed it into you, just an inch or so, and reveled in the low, broken moan that escaped your throat "You're just a filthy little whore, aren't you?"
Before you could answer, he rammed it into you abruptly until the swell of the tapered bottle was flush with your swollen lips and you gasped for breath.
"You'd probably let me fuck you with anything, wouldn't you, princess?" he cooed condescendingly.
You hated that this was working. That your cunt was gushing around that damned beer bottle and his words were making your insides flex.
"Bet I could make you beg for it like a good little slut."
"Shut up." You spat through gritted teeth, finger nails digging into his biceps as they flexed with every thrust of the bottle.
"Should make you take the whole thing." He groaned, swatting your hands away so he could crouch down in front of the counter to watch the neck of the bottle disappear inside your greedy pussy, easing it in just a little further with every harsh jab. "What do I care if your hole's all stretched out for the next asshole? I'm not gonna use it again after tonight? might as well ruin that tight little snatch of yours."
The bottle withdrew so suddenly that you whined from the empty feeling.
You looked down at him with narrowed eyes, tracking him as he stood over you, gazing down with dark lust in his eyes. Like you were prey and he was about to devour you.
Oystein smacked the bottle down on the counter next to you so hard that you were surprised it didn't break, undoing his belt the second his hand was free.
"Gonna split you open on my cock first." He freed himself from his jeans and yanked your hips to the edge of the counter roughly. "Need to see you crying on my dick one last time."
"God, you're such an asshole." You snapped, but it came out too breathy "I've never cried on your dick, you cocky little shit."
"You sure about that, Princess?" He cooed, hooking your knees over his arms, lifting you off the counter by the waist so he could line himself up.
oh god.
You knew exactly what was coming because, yes, you were full of shit. He'd fucked you so hard that you'd had tears streaming down your cheeks more times than you could count and every time started just like this.
You braced your forearms on his shoulders in a last ditch effort to slow him down, but you knew that it was no use.
"Oystein, I swear to god." You whimpered, squirming in his grip when you felt his ruddy tip notch into your entrance.
"oops." You could hear the smirk in his voice when he let you go, allowing your body weight to drive you right onto his waiting cock as hard as possible.
"Fuck!" You yelped, arms and legs wrapped around him, trying to pull yourself up. to get some kind of relief from the overwhelming pressure against your cervix.
Tears were prickling behind your eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry." he pouted teasingly "Did that hurt?"
"Fuck you." you growled into his shoulder, biting down hard enough to hurt.
"You crying yet, sweetheart?"
"no." You lied, but your voice came out strained.
"Sure about that?" He bounced you, driving his cock back into you just as hard as the first time.
You just whimpered, clinging to his shoulders.
"could stop if you wanted to." He bounced you again, working up a brutal rhythm this time while you made pretty little sounds next to his ear "But you don't, do you, princess? You like it when I hurt you. When I treat you like the little worthless slut that you are."
You didn't dignify him with a response, because yes. You got off on this kind of thing and you both knew it too well to even bother.
He was only being slightly rougher than he was when the two of you were still together, obviously driven by his underlying hatred for you.
You didn't mind. If anything, it was better this way. Knowing that he truly meant every degrading word made your cunt clench around his glistening length.
Your nails were drawing blood on his back, tearing into the skin purposefully in an effort to get back at him in some way. To make sure that he'd feel it for days after, just like you would while you nursed your bruised cervix when this was all over.
He pulled back, just enough to see your brows pinched together in pain and the warm tears spilling from your eyes.
"Lying, stubborn, little bitch," He panted in between thrusts, licking the tears off your cheeks with a feral look in his eye.
Your whines increased in pitch, high and mewling as your walls fluttered around him despite your attempt at starving it off.
"Oh-ho!" Oystein chuckled breathily, driving into you even harder "You gonna cum? You getting off on the pain, sweetheart?"
You shook your head, but buried your face into the crook of his neck, muffling your cries when you finally shattered in his arms.
Without pulling out of you, Oystein lowered you both to the floor, holding you down so that he was still bullying your poor hole as deep as possible.
"What was that about never crying on my dick?" He cocked his head to the side, smug as ever while he shifted so that he was on top of you, hips pressed flush against your ass.
"Fuck you." You spat, attempting a glare, but unable to manage it in your fucked out state.
You weren't expecting him to spit on your face.
You flinched when you felt it on your cheek, rapidly cooling as you stared up at him with wide eyes.
"You fucking asshole!" You shrieked, slapping his chest as hard as you could manage.
Oystein just smirked at you, eyes full of something dark and predatory.
"Don't worry princess, I'm almost done with you." He sneered, manhandling you into turning around, face down, ass up on the kitchen tile for him, before plunging back into you in one hard stroke.
"Fuck, that's it." he slammed into you at a brutal, punishing pace, bruising your cervix with every long, hard stroke while you writhed beneath him, caught between the troves of pain and pleasure, still reeling from your orgasm. "Just a fucking hole."
"You're gonna take my load like a good little cum whore and I'm gonna make sure you don't waste a goddamn drop." He snapped his hips forward, teetering over the edge, fingers digging into your hips roughly.
"Fuck!" He groaned loudly, hoarse and drawn out as he pumped you full of cum, sure to make sure he was deep inside your twitching cunt as humanly possible.
You could barely think while he caught his breath, slumped over on the tile, hips only being supported by his bruising grip.
Oystein looped an arm around your waist and held you there while he slipped out of you, sure to keep your hips angle high enough not to allow his seed to spill out of you.
You didn't see him reach for the beer bottle, but you certainly felt it when he slid it into your cunt as far as he could get it, forcing it in past the tapered swell of the bottle, effectively plugging his cum deep inside you and leaving two inches of the bottle's base protruding from your spent hole before walking out of the kitchen without a word.
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