𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,142

The saloon was loud, filled with the clatter of boots against wooden floors, the distant clinking of glasses, and the low hum of drunken conversation. But none of it mattered. Not when his rough hand had already tangled in your hair, dragging you down under the table, his deep drawl cutting through the chaos like a brand against your skin.

“Open up, sugar.”

Your breath hitched, hands trembling as you braced yourself against his thighs, the denim rough beneath your fingertips. You barely had time to suck in a breath before he unbuckled his belt with slow, deliberate ease. The heavy scent of leather and whiskey clung to him, mingling with the dark musk of sweat and something unmistakably male. He took his time, savoring the moment, knowing damn well that anticipation alone was enough to make you shudder.

His zipper came down in a slow, agonizing rasp, and then you felt it—thick, hot, the weight of him slapping against your lips. Your heart hammered against your ribs, your fingers digging into his thighs as your tongue darted out, catching the first salty bead of precum leaking from the tip. He groaned low, almost a growl, his fingers twisting tighter in your hair.

“Go on now,” he rasped, voice thick as molasses. “Ain’t got all night.”

The words barely had time to settle before he shoved forward, forcing his cock between your lips, filling your mouth in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned, your jaw aching as he forced you to take him all the way down, your nose pressed against the coarse thatch of hair at his base. You gagged around him, throat convulsing, but he didn’t let up. He never did.

“That’s it,” he groaned, hips jerking as he fucked into your mouth without a shred of mercy. “Knew that mouth was good for somethin’ other than runnin’ it.”

Your nails dug into his thighs as he set a brutal pace, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust, the wet, obscene sounds drowned out by the din of the saloon. Spit pooled at the corners of your lips, dribbling down your chin in messy strings, and still, he didn’t stop. Didn’t ease up. The table shook from the force of it, but no one noticed. Or maybe they did, but no one dared to say a damn thing.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his free hand coming down to cup your jaw, thumb smearing the slick mess across your flushed skin. “Suckin’ me off like a good lil’ thing. So fuckin’ eager.”

A rough chuckle rumbled through his chest as you whined, the sound muffled around the thick girth stretching your lips. His fingers flexed in your hair before yanking you forward, forcing you to take him even deeper, the sheer size of him making your eyes water.

“Think you can run that pretty mouth ‘round other men, but when it comes down to it, you know where you belong, don’tcha?” His breath was a hot whisper, the words laced with something dangerous. “On your knees. With my cock down your throat.”

Heat licked through your body, shame curling deep in your stomach. The way he spoke, the raw dominance dripping from every word—it sent a shudder through you, made your thighs clench tight.

The saloon buzzed around you, voices rising, laughter echoing from the bar. Someone knocked against the table, nearly sending a drink spilling onto the floor. Your heart pounded, a fresh wave of humiliation coursing through you at the thought of being caught like this, used like this, and yet—your body betrayed you, a sinful wetness pooling between your thighs.

He felt it. He knew it. His grip tightened, his other hand snaking under the table to drag his fingers up the inside of your thigh, finding the slick evidence of your arousal with a satisfied hum.

“Fuckin’ drippin’,” he murmured, voice a dark purr. “You get off on this, don’tcha? Bein’ used like a cheap whore?”

A broken whimper slipped from your throat, tears pricking your eyes as he pressed his fingers against your clothed cunt, rubbing slow, taunting circles. You tried to pull back, tried to shake your head, but he didn’t let you go. No, he only shoved deeper, his cock pulsing against your tongue, his thighs trembling as he held himself back from outright wrecking you in the middle of the saloon.

“You don’t get to run,” he snarled, hips snapping forward, his thrusts turning rough, desperate. “Not from me. Never from me.”

Your vision blurred, the edges going fuzzy as he used your mouth, forced you to take every inch, every brutal thrust. His breath turned ragged, curses spilling from his lips as he pushed you down, making you choke around him, your throat burning from the abuse.

“Gonna come,” he growled, voice wrecked, thick with possession. “And you’re gonna take it, every last drop.”

You had no choice. He held you there, cock buried deep as he spilled down your throat, thick and hot, his whole body shuddering as he came in long, pulsing spurts. The taste of him flooded your senses, salty and bitter, but you swallowed every bit, desperate to please, desperate to obey.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled back, his cock slipping from your swollen lips with a wet pop. You gasped for air, chest heaving, spit and cum dripping from your mouth as you wiped at your chin, your whole body trembling.

He tilted your face up, smirking down at you with something dark, something triumphant. His thumb dragged over your lower lip, pressing down just enough to make your mouth fall open, his gaze burning into you as he hummed in approval.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Knew you’d behave.”

And just like that, he tucked himself away, fastened his belt, and leaned back in his chair, taking another slow sip of whiskey like nothing had happened.

Like he hadn’t just fucked your throat raw in the middle of a crowded saloon.

Your heart still pounded as you slowly straightened, wiping at your mouth, your legs trembling as you moved to sit back down. But he wasn’t done with you yet. No, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, dragging you back onto his lap, pressing you down against the thick, hard muscle of his thigh. The bulge beneath you told you just how little one release had satisfied him.

“Now,” he murmured, his breath ghosting against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Be a good girl and keep that pretty lil’ mouth shut. Wouldn’t want everyone knowin’ how much of a filthy fuckin’ thing you are.”

Heat burned through your cheeks, mortification and arousal warring within you, but you didn’t dare move, didn’t dare protest.

Because you knew this was only the beginning.

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Ace Attorney: N/A

Arcane: N/A

Blue Lock: Shidou Ryusei

Boku no Hero Academia: Mirio Togata

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

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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