𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓼

Atsumu has never been good with feelings.

They sit in his chest like something rotting, a dead weight he doesn’t know what to do with. He was never taught how to hold something precious—only how to take, how to win, how to fuck and leave and move on without a second thought.

But you—you—you’ve made it impossible to move on.

It’s been building for months, twisting inside him like a sickness. He feels it when you ignore him. When you roll your eyes and scoff. When you look at other men like they’re worth something.

Like he isn’t.

And then one night, something inside him snaps.

You don’t see him coming.

One second, you’re stepping into your apartment. The next, the door slams shut behind you, and a heavy body shoves you against it.

Your scream is muffled by his hand.

“Shh, shh—fuck’s sake, ya act like I’m a stranger.”

The scent of sweat and expensive cologne chokes you, the heat of him suffocating. Your nails claw at his wrist, legs kicking, but he just laughs—a sharp, breathless thing, like even he can’t believe this is happening.

“Didn’t like that, huh?” His voice is a low, teasing drawl. “Didn’t like bein’ caught?”

You struggle harder.

It only makes him press against you more, rolling his hips against your ass, letting you feel the thick outline of his cock against your back.

“Y’know, I tried bein’ normal ‘bout this.”

A hand sneaks beneath your skirt.

You jolt. Thrash.

He tsks, catching both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them against the wood.

“Tried doin’ it the right way—takin’ ya on dates, buyin’ ya nice things. But ya wouldn’t fuckin’ let me.”

His fingers find the waistband of your shorts. Tug. Yank. Rip.

You twist, shaking your head.

“Aww, baby.” He kisses the shell of your ear, mockingly sweet. “It’s too late fer all that now.”

His cock shoves inside in one brutal thrust.

Your body seizes—pain blooming hot and deep, your walls struggling to take him. He groans, forehead dropping against your shoulder, gripping your hips so tight you know you’ll bruise.

And then he moves.

Hard, fast, brutal—dragging cries from your throat, ignoring the way you thrash and sob.

“This is what ya get, princess.” His teeth sink into your shoulder, muffling another groan. “This is what happens when ya keep pushin’ me away.”

Your walls clench involuntarily, body betraying you, and Atsumu laughs.

“That’s it, baby—yer gettin’ it now, huh?”

A rough hand cups your chin, tilting your face toward his.

His golden eyes are dark, half-lidded, full of something ravenous.

“Maybe this is how I should’a loved ya from the start.”

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