They call him a puppy.

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They call him a puppy.

They call him a good boy.

They laugh about it. A stupid fucking joke thrown around like it’s harmless. Like it doesn’t twist something sick inside of him.

A harmless tease, they say.

They don’t know what you know.

They don’t know he follows you home at night, hands in his pockets, tilting his head when you walk fasterβ€”enjoying it when your legs tremble.

They don’t know he texts you pictures of yourself taken from your own window.

They don’t know the kind of things he’s said to you, things so revolting, so dripping in filth, that you haven’t been able to sleep in weeks.

They don’t know that, right now, he has you gagged and naked in the backseat of his car, your wrists bound behind you, your thighs trembling under his hand.

β€œDoes that look submissive to you?”

His friends are laughing, eyes glancing at the rearview mirror as Gojo’s fingers dig into your jaw, forcing you to look at them.

They don’t know who you are.

They don’t know what’s happening.

They just see your wide, teary eyes and your mouth pried open by the fabric of his tie.

β€œAww, she’s crying,” one of them snickers.

β€œFirst time getting dicked down by the strongest, huh?”

He grins at you, pretty teeth flashing. His cock nudges your entrance. Your legs snap closed, but he just forces them apart, smacking the inside of your thighs.

β€œOpen up, baby. They wanna see how cute you look when I fuck you.”

You’re shaking, sobbing behind the gag. He’s cruel about it, holding you down as he shoves himself inside, stretching you, tearing you. The pain is unbearable, sharp, searingβ€”his cock is too thick, splitting you apart, and you can’t even scream.

He moans, pressing his forehead to yours, voice thick with pleasure. β€œFucking hell, you were made for this.”

The car jolts as he fucks into you, the sickening squelch of your insides making the others holler.

β€œYou sure you’re not the submissive one, Gojo? You’re making some pretty desperate noises.”

He laughs, shoving you harder against the seat, fingers curling around your throat. You can’t breathe.

β€œYeah?” He bares his teeth. β€œThen why’s she crying?”

His thrusts become brutal, punishing. You’re so tight around him, struggling, clenching from sheer terror, making him groan.

β€œGod, I love it when you’re scared of me,” he pants against your ear. β€œI love ruining you.”

You don’t know how long it lasts. The world is a haze of pain and his voice, his grip, his hips slamming into you.

His friends keep laughing, joking, watching.

They still don’t know.

They still don’t understand.

Their sweet, funny, puppy-dog friend is a monster.

And you’re never getting away.

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