♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 827
The first time he dragged you from the library, he did it without hesitation, and you followed without question. You remember the way people stared, how the chair screeched against the floor as he yanked you up by the nape of your neck, fingers possessive, unyielding. There was no struggle. No protest. You just packed up your things and went where he wanted, as if you belonged to him already.
He liked that. You know he did.
Now, it’s routine. The way he looms over you, his touch always present—around your throat, in your hair, at your wrist, like he’s making sure you don’t slip away when he isn’t looking. It’s not about affection. It’s about control.
“You’re a creepy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, thumb stroking absently at your pulse. His voice is always amused when he talks to you, dripping with derision, like he’s fascinated by your willingness to submit.
And you are willing, aren’t you?
The backseat of his car smells like leather and sweat. He’s already got you folded up against the door, your knees pressed to your chest, body caged beneath his weight. His hands are rough, greedy, digging into your thighs as he forces them apart. There’s no preamble, no patience, just the brutal press of his cock against your slick entrance before he’s forcing his way inside, stretching you too fast, too deep, making you choke on your own breath.
“Fuck, look at that,” he groans, voice thick with pleasure as he watches the way your tiny hole struggles to take him. “Dumb little bitch can barely fit me in.”
You whimper, squirming under his grip, but there’s nowhere to go. He presses a palm against your lower stomach, applying pressure right where he’s splitting you open, grinning at the way you jolt.
“Feel that? That’s me, stuffing you full.” He laughs when you tremble, your breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “Shit, you love it. Love getting bullied even when I fuck you.”
The degradation never stops.
He shoves his fingers into your mouth, making you drool all over his hand, his hips snapping against yours in merciless, unforgiving thrusts. The car rocks with the force of it. Your back slams against the door, the seatbelt buckle digging into your side. You’re a mess—spit leaking from your swollen lips, moans punched out of you with every brutal movement, body limp and pliant beneath him.
“Fucking pathetic,” he snarls, dragging his teeth along your jaw, biting down hard enough to bruise. “What kind of freak just lets someone use them like this?”
You don’t answer. You never do. But he knows. He knows exactly what you are.
His grip tightens in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed, vulnerable, and he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss against the column of your neck. His tongue flicks over your pulse before he sinks his teeth in—hard. You yelp, body jerking against him, but he doesn’t let up. If anything, he’s crueler.
“Stop making those sad little noises,” he mocks, voice dark with amusement. “You knew what this was. Knew what you were getting into.”
And you did.
You’re not stupid. You knew exactly what he was when you let him take you, when you let him keep you. You knew he wasn’t gentle, that he wasn’t kind, that everything he did was for himself, to satisfy his own desires, his own obsession. You knew that when he dragged you from the library for the first time, his grip firm, his voice dripping with condescension.
And yet—you followed.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours, panting as he fucks into you harder, deeper, wringing desperate little sounds from your lips. “Gonna break you, baby. Gonna make you cry for me.”
He does.
He always does.
Tears sting your eyes as he forces you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you too fast, too strong, leaving you gasping, sobbing, clawing at his arms, his back. He doesn’t stop. Not until you’re spent, not until you’re shaking, not until you’re too exhausted to move, too wrecked to fight back.
Then, finally—finally—he stills.
He keeps you pinned to his chest, his arm thrown over your waist, a heavy, suffocating weight. He’s still big, still overwhelming even when he’s at rest, his body heat sinking into your skin. You’re panting, boneless, and he hums in satisfaction.
“Still breathing, baby?”
You don’t answer right away. His fingers dig into your hip, a silent warning.
“…Yeah,” you murmur, pressing closer, your voice hoarse.
He must like that. The deep, satisfied chuckle rumbles against your back, and you barely register the soft kiss against your shoulder.
“Good,” he breathes, tightening his hold. “Gotta take care of my little freak.”
Your heart skips a beat. You think he can hear it.
He exhales, slow, heavy.
Then, softer—like he isn’t a monster, like he isn’t the same man who just ruined you—
‘Love you.’
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♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.
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Ace Attorney: N/A
Arcane: N/A
Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi
Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Katsuki Bakugo
Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A
Death Note: N/A
Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa
DC: Damian Wayne
Dishonored Series: N/A
Genshin Impact: Childe, Scaramouche
Haikyuu!!: Hajime Iwaizumi, Yūji Terushima
Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A
Hunter x Hunter: Uvogin
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A
Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zen’in, Ryōmen Sukuna
Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan
Love and Deepspace: N/A
Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: N/A
MONSTER: N/A
Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi
One Punch Man: Suiryu
Reverend Insanity: N/A
TOUCHSTARVED: Vere
Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Dust! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell! Papyrus, Underfell! Sans, Undertale! Chara
Wuthering Waves: Scar
Your Throne: N/A
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