♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,032
Your bully catches you staring.
It’s not immediate. He doesn’t notice at first, too focused on tearing into his burger with sharp teeth, biting through meat and bun like they’ve personally offended him. But something prickles at the back of his mind. A wrongness. A shift in atmosphere, an absence where there should be presence.
You’re not looking at him.
The realization creeps over him slowly, like rot setting in, and by the time his eyes finally flick to you, he nearly forgets to chew. His fingers tighten around the bun so hard grease and sauce leak between his knuckles, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t even blink.
Because you—his toy, his property, the thing that belongs to him—are looking at someone else.
Some other guy. Some insignificant, soft-looking nobody with neat hair and a quiet mouth and a way of existing that doesn’t take up space. A guy who couldn’t be further from him if he tried. A fucking joke. And yet, you’re staring at him, eyes fixed, attention tethered, like he’s worth something.
Your bully’s jaw flexes. His stomach twists. A foul thing curdles in his gut, thick and oily, and it takes him a second to place the feeling before it clicks.
Disgust. Fury. Possession.
Jealousy.
He sneers, tongue flicking over his teeth. “Tch. Didn’t know you were into that type.”
Your gaze slides back to him. Blank. Unreadable.
“What type?”
The sheer audacity of it nearly makes him see red. You’re not even denying it. You’re playing dumb.
He drops his burger onto the tray with a dull thud and leans in, forearm bracing heavy against the table. The size difference is almost comical—your frame is tiny compared to his, delicate, easy to break. His knee knocks against yours under the table, and the weight of it alone makes your leg tremble.
“You gonna make me say it, brat?” His voice dips, all slow mockery, but there’s something dark curling beneath it, something ugly. “The type you’ve been eye-fucking for the last five minutes.”
You blink up at him, slow. “I wasn’t—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
His fingers close around your chin, yanking your face up. His nails bite into your skin. His grin is sharp, a lazy baring of teeth. “That some nerd boy you wanna fuck?”
Your lips part slightly, but no words come out. He can feel the thump-thump-thump of your pulse against his fingers, too fast, too telling. His smile widens.
“Nah,” he murmurs. “Don’t tell me you’re the type that wants some good-boy puppy to hold hands with. Is that it?” He tilts his head, pretending to think. “Or maybe,” he drawls, “you’re imagining how he’d sound moaning your name—”
You shove at his wrist, but it’s weak, useless, a kitten pawing at a tiger’s throat.
“Y-You—”
“You wanna get fucked by him?” His voice is smooth, venom-laced. “Bet he wouldn’t even know what to do with you. Bet he’d be too scared to mess up, too nice to ruin you.” His grip tightens. Your jaw aches. “Is that what you want? Some scared little virgin who wouldn’t dare make you cry?”
You swallow, and that’s enough to break the last thread of his restraint.
He shoves back from the table, grabs your wrist, and yanks you out of your seat with zero warning. You stumble, barely catching yourself against his arm before he’s already dragging you off, weaving through the tables with single-minded determination.
“Where are we—”
“You got a lot of nerve,” he cuts you off, voice low, seething. “Acting like some perfect little toy all this time just to let your filthy brain wander off to some other fucker.”
People are staring. He doesn’t give a shit.
Down the hall. Down the stairs. Into the nearest storage closet. The second he shoves the door shut behind him, he’s already on you, pressing you back against the shelves, caging you in.
The air is thick. Stifling. There’s barely any light, just a dim glow filtering through the tiny window at the top of the door.
He braces a huge arm beside your head and leans in, a monstrous shadow swallowing you whole. “Tell me,” he purrs, slow and deliberate, “why I shouldn’t fuck the memory of him out of you right now.”
Your fingers curl against his shirt. Your breath hitches. Your body betrays you completely.
Ah.
His grin sharpens. “Oh? You like this, huh?”
Shame flickers across your face, a mortified flush creeping up your neck. His cock twitches.
“God, you really are a little freak.” He laughs, all teeth. “That why you’re with me? ‘Cause you like being treated like trash?”
You glare, but it’s weak, pathetic.
“Don’t look at me like that.” His fingers slip beneath your waistband. “Not when you’re already squeezing your thighs together like a filthy little slut.”
Your stomach knots. You don’t move away.
He exhales a slow, cruel chuckle. “Say it,” he coaxes, voice silk and steel. “Tell me how much you love being used like a fucktoy.”
You don’t say anything, but your body answers for you.
Later, after he’s wrecked you, ruined you, fucked you into a trembling mess, he watches you, mind restless. He should be over this. Over you. He’s had plenty before. He’ll have plenty after.
So why does the thought of you with someone else make him want to rip his own teeth out?
He exhales sharply, running a hand down his face before gripping your chin again, forcing you to look at him.
“Listen,” he mutters, voice rough. “You so much as look at some other guy like that again, I’ll break every fucking bone in his hands before he even thinks about touching you.”
You blink up at him, too wrecked to process his words.
And then, soft. Smug.
“…Are you jealous?”
His jaw locks. His grip tightens. “Don’t be fucking stupid.”
You hum, drowsy, pleased. That—the smugness—makes his blood burn hotter than anything.
He clicks his tongue, then presses down hard on your stomach, making you gasp.
“You think that was rough?” His grin is all teeth, sharp and mean. “Just wait, brat. Next time, I’ll make sure you don’t even remember another guy exists.”
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