𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 827

The bar was dim, a low hum of jazz murmuring under the clink of glasses and muted laughter. Gojo leaned back in his seat, leg thrown over the knee of the other, swirling his drink like it offended him.

“She’s a fucking problem,” he muttered.

Shoko didn’t look up from her cigarette. Geto didn’t pause in lighting his own.

“So stop stalking her,” Shoko said flatly.

Gojo scoffed. “Stalking? It’s not stalking if I’m just making sure she doesn’t do something stupid.”

“You watched her sleep for five hours.”

“She was twitching. Looked like she was having a nightmare. Could’ve been a seizure. I was doing a public service.”

Geto exhaled smoke slowly. “And recording it?”

Gojo glanced at his phone and grinned. “She’s cute when she’s scared.”

Shoko deadpanned, “You need therapy.”

“I’ve got you for that, doctor.” He threw his arm around her, and she shoved him off with a sigh.

“Satoru, for the love of God,” Geto said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “either fuck her or kill her. This limbo’s killing us.”

Gojo laughed, loud and bitter. “You think I haven’t tried?”

He looked down into his glass. His smile was tight. “She doesn’t bend. Not like the others. She looks at me like I’m dirt. Like I’m less.”

Shoko muttered, “Because you are.”

“No,” he said, suddenly quieter. “She’s worse. Ice cold. Nothing gets through.”

✦✧✦✧

He let himself into your apartment again that night. Locks meant nothing to him.

You were sleeping. Sprawled in that clinical, pale room like you had no sense of danger. No idea how many times he’d stood over you like this, watching the slow rise of your chest, fist clenched at his side with the force it took to restrain himself.

You never screamed. Not when he cornered you. Not when he pulled your hair. Not when he pinned you to your own door, whispering filth into your ear.

Always that deadpan look.

Like he didn’t matter.

He crouched beside your bed. Whispered, “Say something. Anything. Hate me. Cry. Tell me to stop.”

You stirred, and your lashes fluttered.

He was already on you.

✦✧✦✧

Your wrists were bound to the headboard with his belt. Ankles spread, tied to the bedposts with the silk scarf he’d ripped from your closet weeks ago.

The lights were on.

Because he wanted to see you break.

He watched your face, more than your body. Every time your breath hitched. Every twitch, every gasp.

His hands were cruel. Pinching. Slapping. Leaving bruises shaped like him. You bit your lip, swallowed the noises, like always.

He hated it. Loved it.

You were soaked.

“So the ice princess can melt,” he mocked, fingers wet with you. “You’re filthy.”

You glared at him. He slapped your thigh hard enough to leave a red mark.

“That’s not the look I want. You’ll learn.”

He went down on you slowly, cruelly. Just enough pressure to make you squirm. Then pulling away.

You hated giving him what he wanted.

But your body betrayed you.

He dragged it out. Tasting you, sucking your clit, then stopping just before you came.

Three times.

Each time, he looked up with a feral grin. “Beg for it.”

You didn’t.

So he stood. Undid his belt again.

“Fine. I’ll take what’s mine.”

He shoved into you, fast, brutal. You gasped. He didn’t give you time to adjust. Just drove into you again and again, pace merciless.

His hands were on your throat. Not choking. Just there.

A promise.

“You like this,” he growled into your ear. “You’re so fucking wet.”

You didn’t answer.

He slapped your face. Not hard enough to leave a mark. Just enough to sting.

“Say it.”

“No.”

He stilled.

Then smiled. Something empty in it.

“You want pain, huh?”

The next thrust was punishing.

You cried out.

He leaned in, kissed your jaw sweetly.

“There’s my good girl.”

He fucked you like he hated you. Like he wanted to ruin you.

And you let him.

Because you knew he’d do worse if you didn’t.

When you finally came, it was with your back arched, hands straining against the belt, a bitten scream caught in your throat.

He followed with a growl, spilling into you, biting your neck.

He stayed inside.

Panting.

Then leaned back, watched your body twitch with the aftershocks.

“You still think you’re above me?”

You didn’t answer.

He kissed your lips. Gentle. Possessive.

“You’ll learn.”

✦✧✦✧

Later, he sat with Geto and Shoko again, sipping coffee like he hadn’t wrecked you hours ago.

“She’s different,” he said.

“You’re obsessed,” Shoko replied. “And she still hates you.”

He smiled. Soft. Dangerous.

“Not for long.”

Geto raised a brow. “What did you do?”

“Taught her a lesson.”

“Define ‘lesson,’” Shoko said, deadpan.

He didn’t answer.

Just looked out the window.

His phone buzzed.

A picture. Of you, curled in bed, bruised, used. Sent from the camera he installed in your room.

He smiled.

His.

Forever.

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