♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,026
The heavy scent of leather, sweat, and whiskey clung to him like a second skin, thick as the slow drawl rolling off his tongue. “Ain’t no use fightin’ me, sugar,” he murmured, rough fingers tipping your chin up, forcing your teary gaze to meet his. “You done gone and stirred up this here trouble all on your own.”
You shivered, hands fisting against his broad chest, trying to push away from the furnace heat of his body. But he didn’t budge—wouldn’t. His smirk curled slow and lazy, eyes hooded with something dark and unmistakably hungry.
“Told ya not to be flirtin’ with them boys. Told ya they ain’t got the balls to handle a thing like you.” He clucked his tongue, dragging the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, pressing just enough to part it. “But nah, you just had to go ‘n test me. Now look where that gotcha.”
His other hand was already palming at your waist, sliding down slow—possessive—before gripping the hem of your dress. The fabric bunched in his fist as he shoved it up, his breath turning thick and ragged. “Damn, darlin’. Walkin’ ’round like this, lettin’ them pups sniff up your skirts, ‘n here I am, the only one who knows just how sweet you get when ya stop pretendin’.”
Your gasp turned to a whimper as his hand slipped between your thighs, rough fingers pressing against your damp panties. He groaned low and deep, like he could feel the heat of you through the flimsy fabric, like it damn near drove him crazy. “Hell, girl. Soaked through already? You that needy? That desperate for me?”
You shook your head, but the betrayal of your own body had already given you away. He chuckled, voice dripping with taunting amusement. “Oh, sugar, you ain’t got it in ya to lie to me. Not when you’re drippin’ like this—” His fingers pressed in, rubbing slow, lazy circles that made your thighs tremble. “—all hot ‘n wet, beggin’ for me without sayin’ a damn word.”
You clenched your teeth, but it only made him grin wider. He yanked the lace aside, fingers dipping past your folds, dragging your slick along your slit before pressing against your entrance. “Gotta stretch ya nice ‘n good, darlin’. Y’know I ain’t small.” His drawl was thick, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he pushed one thick digit inside. “Gotta make sure this pretty little pussy takes me all the way.”
Your walls clenched around his finger, and he groaned, forehead dropping against your shoulder. “Shit. Ain’t nuthin’ tighter than this. You squeezin’ me already, sugar? Actin’ like you ain’t dyin’ for me to wreck this sweet cunt?”
A second finger joined the first, scissoring you open, spreading you wide, making you writhe as your breath hitched. “That’s right. Take it, sweetheart. Open up nice ‘n easy for Daddy.”
Heat crawled up your spine at the way he said it, voice thick and gravelly, like he was savoring every syllable. His cock pressed hot and heavy against your thigh, the thick ridge of it twitching against your skin. “Ain’t gonna last if ya keep squeezin’ me like that, sugar.”
His fingers curled, pressing against that sweet spot inside you, drawing a sharp, startled moan from your lips. His laughter was deep and throaty, pure male satisfaction. “Knew you’d sound real pretty beggin’ for it.”
He pulled back, leaving you empty, wet, and wanting. Before you could protest, he was undoing his belt, the clinking metal making your stomach twist with anticipation. He took his time, letting you hear every slow pull of his zipper, every deep breath he took as he freed himself from his jeans.
Then his cock—thick, hot, pulsing—dragged along your slick folds, teasing. You gasped, fingers scrambling against his chest. “D-Daddy—”
“That’s my good girl.” His voice was honeyed sin, thick with promise. “Now hold on tight, darlin’.”
He lined up and pushed in slow—agonizingly slow—stretching you inch by inch, filling you with every thick, pulsing part of him. The burn was sharp, but the pleasure—the unbearable fullness—had your head spinning.
“Fuck, sugar.” His breath was ragged, voice breaking as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. “Ain’t no one ever gonna fuck you like this. Ain’t no one ever gonna own you like I do.”
Then he moved.
His pace was brutal, unrelenting—deep, rough thrusts that had you keening, fingers digging into his shoulders. Each snap of his hips sent you reeling, pleasure curling in your stomach like a vice, twisting tighter with every sharp, punishing stroke.
“This—” he groaned, teeth scraping along your jaw as he drove into you harder, deeper “—this is what you wanted, ain’t it? Gettin’ fucked stupid, takin’ Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”
Your walls clenched around him, dragging another growl from his throat. “Goddamn, sugar. Feels like you’re tryin’ to milk me dry.”
His hand found your throat, squeezing—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm. His other hand slid between your bodies, rubbing messy, desperate circles against your clit. “Come on, now. Show me. Show me who you belong to.”
Pleasure crashed over you, violent and unrelenting. Your whole body tensed, a sob tearing from your throat as you came—hard, pulsing around him, dragging him deeper into your heat.
“Fuck, darlin’.” His rhythm stuttered, grip tightening as he chased his own release. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up, make sure you’re drippin’ with me.”
A few more erratic thrusts, a deep, shuddering groan, and he was spilling inside you, hips grinding deep, holding you tight as he pumped every last drop into you.
He stayed there for a moment, panting against your skin, arms locked around you like he couldn’t bear to let go. Then he pulled back just enough to cup your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.
“Ain’t no runnin’ from me, sugar.”
His thumb dragged over your swollen lips, pressing between them, making you taste the salt of his skin. His grin was lazy, satisfied, but his eyes were still dark, still hungry.
“‘Cause you’re mine. Always.”
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Death Note: N/A
Demon Slayer: Tengen Uzui
DC: Dick Grayson
Dishonored Series: N/A
Genshin Impact: Childe
Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya, Keishin Ukai, Yūji Terushima
Honkai Star Rail: Boothill
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A
Hunter x Hunter: N/A
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: N/A
Jujutsu Kaisen: Shiu Kong
Kill The Hero: N/A
Love and Deepspace: Caleb
Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: N/A
MONSTER: N/A
Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi
One Punch Man: Suiryu
Reverend Insanity: N/A
TOUCHSTARVED: N/A
Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Fresh! Sans, Storyshift! Chara
Wuthering Waves: Brant
Your Throne: N/A
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