♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 977
You knew it wouldn’t stop. The moment you let him have you—truly have you—there was no getting away. He made that clear from the start. You were his.
And he was never nice to you. Not in public, not in private, not in bed.
He doesn’t kiss you when he fucks you. He doesn’t murmur sweet nothings or pretend this is anything more than what it is—ownership, control, pure sadistic pleasure at your expense. His grip is bruising around your wrists, your arms stretched high above your head as he looms over you, a predator savoring the way you tremble beneath him.
Your bully. Your tormentor. Your boyfriend. If you could even call him that.
His cock stretches you past your limit, spearing you open with thick, brutal thrusts, forcing the breath from your lungs. He’s not gentle. He never is. Every movement is calculated, precise—driven by nothing but the cruel thrill of your helplessness. The bed creaks violently, the headboard slamming against the dorm room wall in a rhythm that matches the punishing snap of his hips.
“You’re so fucking easy.” His voice is a lazy drawl, dripping with mockery, amusement. “I could use you however I wanted, couldn’t I? And you’d take it.”
His words make your stomach churn, your thighs twitching under the suffocating weight of his body. Your lips part, but you can’t get the words out—not past the gasping moans he wrenches from your throat with every deep, ruthless thrust. You hate that he’s right. You hate how much you crave this.
The grin on his face widens, dark and sharp as he watches you struggle—half-lidded eyes drinking in every twitch, every gasp, every helpless attempt to push against his unrelenting pace. He catches your chin between his fingers, forcing your head back, making sure you meet his gaze as he fucks you senseless.
“You like being my little fucktoy, don’t you?” he sneers, fingers tightening just enough to make your pulse stutter. “Look at you. So fucking pathetic. Can’t even talk—just lying there and taking it like a good little bitch.”
A whimper slips from your lips, and his grin turns razor-sharp.
“Aw. Did I hurt your feelings?” His tone is mocking, cruel. “Too bad. You know what you signed up for.”
His hand moves from your jaw to your throat, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your vision blur at the edges. Not enough to cut off air—just enough to remind you how easily he could. How helpless you are beneath him.
The room feels too small, too hot, suffocating under the weight of him. His body presses you into the mattress, the sheer force of his thrusts driving you deeper into the sheets, making escape an impossible thought. Your nails dig into his forearms, desperate for something to anchor yourself, but he just laughs, his grip unyielding.
“Trying to fight back? That’s fucking cute.” His thumb brushes over your parted lips before forcing its way into your mouth. “Bite me, and I’ll make you regret it.”
You wouldn’t dare. You know better. Instead, your tongue presses against his skin, wet and warm, the only form of submission he’s willing to accept. The pleased hum that rumbles in his chest is more terrifying than any growl—low and possessive, a predator satisfied with its prey.
The dorm walls do nothing to hide the obscene sounds—the wet, filthy slap of skin against skin, the violent creak of the bed, the ragged, ruined moans he coaxes from your throat despite your best attempts to hold them back. Your body betrays you, walls fluttering around him, thighs trembling beneath his iron grip. He feels it, the way you tighten, the way you quiver on the edge of something devastatingly inevitable.
And he exploits it mercilessly.
“You gonna cum?” he taunts, voice thick with amusement. “Already? God. You really are a slut, huh?”
You shake your head, barely managing a strangled whimper, but he doesn’t believe you. His pace quickens, the relentless rhythm of his hips shoving his cock impossibly deep, hitting that spot that makes your vision splinter. The pressure is unbearable—your body tensing, trembling, aching for release even as your mind recoils from the shame of it.
“Don’t hold back now,” he murmurs, voice dripping with condescension. “You’re already a mess—might as well make it worse.”
A sob catches in your throat, but it’s too late. Your body betrays you completely, muscles clenching around him, back arching as pleasure crashes over you in violent, shattering waves. He watches, reveling in it, in the way you break apart beneath him, reduced to nothing but twitching limbs and choked, humiliating cries.
“Damn, you really are pathetic.” His hand tightens around your throat, just enough to make your pulse jump. “Cumming all over my cock like some desperate little whore.”
His hips snap forward, forcing himself as deep as he can go, and then he follows, a low growl tearing from his throat as he buries himself inside you, filling you to the brim with a possessive finality that leaves no room for argument.
The weight of him is suffocating, unrelenting, his body still pinning yours down as he catches his breath. He doesn’t pull out. He never does. Instead, he watches you—expression unreadable, eyes dark and hooded, a glint of something almost… thoughtful beneath the cruelty.
For a moment, just a moment, his fingers brush against your cheek, pushing back strands of sweat-dampened hair. It’s a cruel mockery of affection—so fleeting, so brief, you might have imagined it.
The silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating. And then, in the afterglow, your voice—small, hesitant—breaks it.
“I… love you.”
He blinks.
The expression on his face doesn’t change. He doesn’t respond.
Instead, he scoffs, ruffling your hair like you’re nothing more than a stupid little pet.
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and go to sleep, dumbass.”
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Arcane: N/A
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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
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Your Throne: N/A
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