𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

“You thought I wouldn’t notice?”

Gojo’s voice is too sweet, too light, too playful.

But his grip is brutal.

Fingers buried deep in your thighs, pinning you wide open, keeping you there as he looms over you—grinning, mocking, eyes dark with something violent.

“That little guy from work,” he continues, voice still dripping in amusement, even as he grinds his cock deep inside, bullying past your resistance, your trembling sobs, the way you try to twist away.

“He touched you, didn’t he?”

Your nails dig into his wrist.

A silent plea.

(He ignores it.)

“Don’t lie,” he croons. “I saw.“

His hips snap forward, knocking the breath from your lungs.

You whimper.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” He tilts his head. “Does it hurt?”

You gasp, choking on a sob, body trembling beneath him—because it does.

His cock is too deep, too thick, stretching you open—violating, relentless, punishing.

But Gojo doesn’t stop.

Not when your legs try to close around him.

Not when you try to wriggle away.

Not when he pulls away just enough for his cursed energy to slip between your thighs, forcing you open again.

Your eyes widen.

And he grins.

“Oh? You finally noticed?”

Your legs jerk, but it’s useless.

There’s something inside you.

Something warm, thick, pressing deep against your walls—forcing them apart, forcing them to take him.

A second cock.

Made of infinity.

Your vision blurs.

Gojo groans.

“You feel that?” His hips roll forward, grinding against you, forcing the sensation even deeper.

“That’s me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice giddy, breathless, fucking delighted.

“That’s me ruining you.”

Your body trembles.

Your nails dig into his arms.

It’s too much.

And he doesn’t let up.

His real cock is still stuffed inside, still moving, still hitting every sensitive spot that makes your thighs twitch—

But his power? It shapes around you.

Stretching you. Filling you. Wrecking you.

He laughs, breath warm against your ear, watching the way your stomach bulges, distending with the shape of him, his power.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, pressing a mocking kiss to your jaw.

“You’re taking me so well.”

His hand presses down. You scream. And he moans.

“Now,” he whispers, burying himself to the hilt.

“Try thinking about someone else.”

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