𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 827

You shouldn’t have done it.

The moment your lips brush against his, you know you’ve made a mistake.

Your bully goes still. The kind of stillness that makes your instincts scream at you to run, to take it back, to pretend it never happened. But it’s too late. You can feel the heat of his breath against your lips, the faint curl of something cruel forming at the edges of his mouth. Then, slow and deliberate, he grins.

“Shit,” he murmurs, voice dripping with something dark and amused. “Did you just fucking kiss me?”

You say nothing. You barely even breathe. But he sees it anyway—the way your fingers twitch, the way you swallow thickly, the way your pulse beats wildly against the fragile skin of your throat. He sees everything.

His hand moves before you can react, seizing your chin in a grip that makes your bones creak.

“You finally lost the last brain cell rattling around in that empty little skull, huh?” he breathes, mockery laced into every syllable. His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your head back. His thumb presses into the hinge of your mouth, parting your lips slightly.

Your breath hitches.

“Look at you,” he purrs. “So fucking stupid. Kissing me like you actually want this. You got some nerve, brat.”

You don’t respond, but you don’t need to. He sees the tremble in your body, the way your legs press together in some pathetic attempt to conceal what you already know he’s going to take. And he laughs—a low, sharp sound that makes your stomach tighten.

“Gonna start begging next? Or should I just fuck the words out of you?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer.

The world spins as you’re thrown back, your body hitting the mattress hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. Before you can scramble away, he’s there, towering over you, caging you in. His body is all heat and muscle, pressing down until you feel like you’re drowning beneath the weight of him.

No teasing tonight. No drawn-out threats, no taunts meant to stretch your suffering until you break. Tonight, he is all rough hands and impatience, fingers digging into your skin, yanking at your clothes. He shoves fabric up, over, off—leaving you bare beneath his gaze.

And he drinks you in.

His eyes are dark and insatiable, roaming over every inch of exposed flesh like he’s branding you just by looking. His hands move, gripping your thighs, prying them apart with bruising force. You squirm, but there’s nowhere to go. His fingers dig in harder, thumbs pressing into the tender skin as he forces you open.

You shudder when his eyes drop to your cunt. You can feel the heat of his stare, feel the weight of it settle in the pit of your stomach.

Then he sneers.

“Pathetic,” he murmurs. “You get wet from this? From being thrown around like some cheap little fucktoy?”

Shame burns in your gut, twisting like a knife, but it’s not enough to drown out the anticipation. The horrible, aching need that coils inside you despite everything.

And he knows it.

His hand moves without warning, fingers pressing between your legs, dragging through the slick evidence of your arousal. His touch is rough, merciless, rubbing against you in slow, lazy circles that make your thighs twitch. You choke on a gasp, hips jerking instinctively, but he just laughs.

“Look at you,” he breathes, voice thick with condescension. “Fucking dripping for me. You really are just a little slut, aren’t you?”

You shake your head, but the lie is weak. Worthless. He can feel the way your body responds, the way your breath stutters every time he touches you.

“Oh, don’t get shy now,” he croons, pressing harder, dragging another choked whimper from your throat. “You want it. You always want it.”

You hate how much it’s true.

The first stretch is brutal.

He doesn’t ease you into it, doesn’t give you time to adjust. He just takes. His cock splits you open, thick and heavy, too much, too deep, stretching you past your limits. Your body jerks, your back arching off the bed, a strangled gasp caught in your throat.

He groans, low and pleased, but there’s no praise in his voice. Only amusement. Only cruel, sadistic delight.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he murmurs, his grip on your thighs tightening until it hurts. “Thought this slutty little cunt would’ve gotten used to it by now.”

You want to tell him to stop. Want to push him away. But you don’t.

You never do.

And he knows it.

He starts to move, slow at first, dragging every inch of himself against your walls, making sure you feel every vein, every ridge, every unbearable stretch. He wants you to feel it. Wants you to know exactly what he’s doing to you.

Your hands clutch at his forearms, fingers digging into his skin, but he doesn’t stop. He just laughs, pressing down harder, forcing himself deeper.

“That’s right,” he breathes against your ear, voice thick with mockery. “Take it. Just like the perfect little whore you are.”

You whimper, shame burning through you, but your body betrays you. Your walls flutter around him, your thighs trembling as heat coils low in your belly. And he feels it. He fucking feels it.

“Oh?” His grin is sharp, teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “You like this, don’t you? You love it when I ruin you.”

He pulls back, just enough to look at you—to really see you. And what he sees makes his grin widen.

“My cute little masochist,” he murmurs.

And then he breaks you all over again.

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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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