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Terror clutches every part of your being as you make a run for it. Your all consuming thoughts tell you to run like your life depends on it.
For the right reasons too.
Your hand almost touches the doorknob, freedom right through it when all your hope is snatched away, and your breath is taken from you.
"Can't have you leaving before the fun has even started," Gojo whispers in your ear, body pressed fully into you, holding you against the hard wood of the door. His arms snake around your waist until your feet are off the ground and he throws you over a slim shoulder.
"Come on, this isn't funny. Let me go." You whisper, your voice cracking with how scared you are.
Gojo laughs and pats your ass hard, and you can't help the little squeak that falls out of your mouth. "Who said it's supposed to be funny?"
You can feel your pupils restrict as he says it in the carefree way that he does, fear clenching hard in the pit of your stomach. It takes only a few seconds for his words to sink in before you are kicking and punching at him, trying to get yourself loose.
He doesn't activate his Infinity and allows you to hit him, his whole demeanor screaming unbothered. A laugh rumbles through his chest as he walks through your apartment, straight towards your room. "I have a big surprise for you!"
"Let me go. I don't want anything, and I especially don't want anything from you, you creep." You continue to twist, kick and pull to no avail. He isn't known as the strongest for no reason.
"Ha ha! I would believe that but," he slaps your ass with his other hand not holding you, grabbing the plush skin of your cheeks and squeezing hard, "you always seem to come to me with your problems." His hand slides to the top of your jeans, his long slim finger delving into the fabric, caressing the divot above your ass in small circles.
You yelp when he presses down particularly hard and he lets out an audacious laugh, pressing down even harder. "What do you mean?" fear seizes your entire body, causing you to freeze up. He doesn't answer you, but the sinister grin on his face sends gooseflesh shooting up across your body.
"It's a surprise!" He says in a gleeful tone, his voice lilting up as if he's talking to an animal. He's at your room in the next second, shoving his way in with you. He walks across the floor to your bed before throwing you onto it and climbing on himself.
You try to look around, but his thumb and forefinger stop you, making you gaze right into his blindfolded eyes. "Gojo, what do you mean you got rid of all my problems?" Your voice wavers as the words scratch out of your throat.
He takes his blindfold off, his mesmerizing blue eyes glowing in the darkness. A gleeful yet haunting look sparkles through them, making you shiver with uneasiness. "Oh, let's save that for another time, shall we?" You hate how he sounds so amused. The urge to escape rips through your being, and your limbs flail out hazardly. You make contact with his solid figure with every jab, yet he doesn't budge.
Panic rises in your throat. "Gojo, please-"
"Satoru," he says his eyes lit with a burning fire, "Call me Satoru, Star."
When you don't answer him, still struggling to find an escape, he lunges at you with a low snarl. With scary ease and accuracy, Gojo pins your hands above your head with one hand and his other hand pins down one of your hips. "Say my name."
Your body goes slack, your heart skipping a few beats, pounding so hard in your rib cage that you feel it might explode out of your chest. You fist what fabric of the sheets below you can into your fingers hard enough to make your knuckles turn white.
Repositioning his hand on your hip, he digs his fingers into you painfully, possibly breaking skin and drawing blood. "Just say my name, Star. Sa- tor- u. You can do it!"
Although his voice is still awfully playful and sickly sweet, there's a menacing undertone to it. You open your mouth and obey him right away, "Satoru." You spit the words out. It's hard for you to let go of your pride, but damn it, your fucking terrified.
You sigh in relief when his fingers loosen up. Pain ebbs around the indentions, feeling like little sharp heartbeats. Tears stain down your cheeks and blur your vision.
The anger in his voice dissipates almost immediately. "Good girl," he practically purrs at you, drawing back to sit on the balls of his feet. Gold flecks swim around in aqua blue, pupils blown wide when you meet his gaze.
Your attention is drawn to his blindfold, which he now holds an end in each hand. His smile is downright sinister and you can't help but struggle again. "Let me go!" You shake your head side to side.
"Come on, Star," he sighs in exasperation, "I don't want to hurt you. Stop struggling and be good for me." There's a warning in his tone, his smile now replaced with a small frown.
You don't heed his words, you just continue to struggle uselessly. Regrets shovel through your mind at the speed of light, from wishing you never had the misfortune of meeting Gojo Satoru, to wishing you were never born. You know, deep inside, that you're fighting a losing battle.
"I'm sorry, my dear Star." You hear the sorrow in his voice as he wraps a hand around your throat and presses down, effectively shutting off your airways.
Your eyes bulge open and shoot to his, which look sad and in pain. Your hands shoot up to grip his wrist that connects to the hand at your throat, and you try to pry it away. Soon, your body grows heavy and your limbs fall to your sides, your body falling slack against your bed. Colorful lights spring across your vision and you fight to stay awake, only to lose the battle right away.
Finally, as you are almost out, he lets go and you fight to be able to breathe again. You cough and choke, your hands flying up to your throat.
Unaware of your surroundings, you don't notice Gojo slipping his blindfold around your eyes and tying it securely behind your head, effectively blinding you. He sits back and waits patiently for you to recover before he moves you around like a ragdoll, his arms sliding around your waist. He hoists you up and back until you are leaning against your headboard.
"It didn't have to be that hard." He clicks his tongue, lightly tracing his fingers up your side. "Please don't make me hurt you like that again."
Your head lolls to the side as you try to get your bearings. You find it ironic that he feels bad about choking you, and not about the fact that he's taken you against your will and you're now his hostage. You process your thoughts as slow as you can, unable to do much else.
"Now, I know that I just blindfolded you, but it was purely to add to the surprise I have for you!" His voice is back to cheery.
Your stomach drops as you hear his words, all the hair rising on your body. "Sur… prise?" The words scrape against your throat on the way out.
He pats your shoulder before he bounces up and down excitedly as if he is a child. "Surprise in three, two, one!" He pinches at the fabric behind your head and unties the blindfold before stuffing it in his pocket. "All your problems!" He shouts, shaking you.
You're frozen in shock, your eyes wide open at the so called surprise he had for you. Bile rises up your throat as you take in the horror scene in front of you.
All five of your friends sit upright in separate chairs, their lifeless bodies held up by a length of rope that loops around their necks and ties right behind the chairs. Each and every one of them have empty eye sockets, blood running down their faces, mouths propped open to show their lack of tongue.
The worst part that has you throwing up is the holes, directly where their hearts should have been. A nasty taste floods your mouth as you continue to get sick on your bed. Silent sobs shake your body, tears falling heavily down your face.
"The problem is, they kept getting in my way. So I killed them!" He laughs maniacally as he throws his head back. After a minute of shaking the bed with his booming laugh, he looks back at you and wipes away a year in the corner of his eye. "Problems solved."
When you've finally emptied your stomach, you let out a blood curdling scream. "You're the problem, not them! You didn't have to kill them!" You curl in against yourself. Grief overflows you, choking you up.
"There there!" He pats your head once before he cards his fingers through your hair. He tightens his hold a little, but not enough to hurt you. "Now you can see them all the time without them getting in my way!"
"You're insane!" Your chest heaves with panic and despair. This isn't what I meant." You whisper the last part.
"Insane for youuuu!" He sings, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "We have an audience now, and it would be a shame if I wasted this opportunity to cross voyeurism off my bucket list!"
You don't have time to think about his words before he brings a hand up and intertwines his index and middle finger together. "Domain expansion: Infinite Void."
"Wa-" You're suddenly cut off, unable to talk as wind whips your hair around your face and you are launched through a suffocating force. You can hear and see everything, even if you have your eyes shut tightly. You try to grasp at anything to help you stop. It's so hard to breathe. You're going to die. You're going to fuc-
Your mind goes blank as you thud to the floor, your body positioned directly in front of your dead friends. You stare at the ground below you, limbs heavy and unresponsive.
"Let's give them a real good show, yeah?" Gojo looks at you with his hands on his hip, his hair settling gently on his shoulders. He cocks his head to the side while you lay there, unable to think or move. He wants to devour you. Fuck you until he's shooting blanks, and even more than that.
"Just sit still and enjoy, Star." Something crosses his mind and he giggles like a child. "Not like you can do anything anyways." He giggles some more before he clears his throat and straightens his shoulders. Looking over to the remains of her friends, his smile grew even bigger. Turning towards them, he throws his arms out wide with exaggerated movements, "Enjoy the show!"
With that, he turns back towards you and licks his lips. His erection presses against the soft fabric of his uniform, precum already soaking through the fabric of his boxers and sweats. "God," he palms his cock and it throbs angrily, "I'm going to apologize in advance, Star. I've been dreaming of this moment forever." He palms himself again to ease some of the ache before he slides his hand to the hem of his pants and rips them off impatiently.
"I'm afraid there will be no foreplay today. I need to be inside you right now." He walks over to you and kneels to the ground beside you. Reaching out a hand, he pushes your hair out of your face. His dick throbs when he sees how dumbed out you are.
He really was going to take his time with you tonight. He really was. But seeing you struggle really got him going. Knowing that you could hit him, but never harm him made him want to carve your pussy with his dick until he ruins you for anyone else. He is the strongest, and he prides himself in that.
"Next time, though, I promise I will please you until it hurts." Gojo salivates at that thought. He was born to please, and he'd put all his practice to good use on you. "You can borrow my clothes."
He rips off your pants to see a wonderful surprise in front of him. You chose not to wear panties. "You even prepared yourself for this moment!" He knows you most definitely have not, but it wouldn't hurt for him to choose to believe it. "Yeah, you wanted this to happen."
Putting his finger into his mouth, Gojo gets them as wet with his saliva as he can before he takes them out with a pop and brings them down to press them into your pussy. As much as he wants to be inside you right this moment, he knows that he doesn't want to hurt you, so he works you open on them with no particular pattern. He just needs to be able to fit himself in you. That's all.
He opens his cold, slender fingers and stretches you open. The smattering of gooseflesh that splashes across your skin makes him a little more impatient. "Fuck, and you want this too!" He scissors you open a couple more times before he's had enough.
Settling himself directly behind you, nestled in between your legs, he hoists your hips up enough to throw your legs over his forearms. He presses the fat head of his cock at your entrance before pushing in slow. It takes a moment for the head to press past your tight ring of muscles, but when it does, Gojo can't help but plunge right into you until he's balls deep, the slap of them against your pussy resonating around the room. He groans and throws his head back in pleasure.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Star. I just couldn't help myself." He pants and tries to wait for you to adjust, but is unable to and his hips grind into you. He feels the tip of his dick hit your cervix. "I'll order you a feast after this. I promise it won't always be like this."
Your pussy clenches around him, probably because he just hit your bundle of nerves, but he plays it differently in his mind. "You feel so fucking good."
He manages to start at a medium pace, restraining himself from ripping you open with the speed he wants to go. This is your first time. He can think about you a little bit.
With every stroke, he hits your g-spot, causing you to continuously grasp him in a vice grip. "So warm and welcoming." One of his eyes closes and a breath of air puffs out of his mouth. "I think you can take me a little bit faster." Not like he can stop himself anyways. You're sucking him in like you don't want him to leave.
"Who am I to- fuck - deny you what you want?" His pace gets a bit rougher, but he still angles himself to hit that spot inside of you every time. He sings along with the cacophony of lewd noises resounding around the room, praising you and how well you're taking him- how you were made for him to fuck and destroy. "Being a good fucking cocksleeve right now. I'll definitely reward you later. "He finds that he doesn't ever want to leave your warmth.
Gojo feels the coil tighten in his abdomen, signalling his pending orgasm. He slams into you until the last second before he goes over the edge, pulling out of you and grasping the base of his dick, effectively stopping himself from cumming.
He lowers you to the ground before he repositions you, lifting you up quickly until your back is flush against his stomach, your hole directly over the head of his now weeping cock, slick with your juices and his precum. He grasps a chunk of your hair from the base of your skull firmly before he presses into you, using his grip on your hair to hold you up, along with his other hand on your hip.
"Can't forget our audience. I think they should see your beautiful face as I claim you." He tilts his head down until his lips caress against your skin, and he sinks you down on him at the same time.
Gojo paints your skin with purple and blue marks until no part of your neck lay uncovered and he is fully seated in you. He doesn't waste a moment to lift you up and down, fucking into you himself. As he pulls you down, he pushes up into you, until he is bruising your cervix with every thrust.
"Let's find your special spot again, yeah?" Gojo slows down a little and thrusts into you, angling himself differently each time until you are clenching down hard around him. "There we fucking go. I'm gonna breed this tight little pussy. You'll be mine in every single fucking way." He means that with all his heart.
Gojo is done waiting for you. You're his, and will always be his to love and to use as he pleases. He wants to break you down until you'd do anything he asked of you. The punishing pace he speeds into you has you spasming like crazy around him.
The smell of sex permeates the air seductively around him and he inhales deeply, moaning out loud. "Mine." He can't help but dig his nails into you to steady himself, bringing you down harder on him.
"Fuck, I love you so much, Star." He takes a moment to breath as his pace stutters, his cock throbbing, the coil in his stomach winding taut. "Nothing will ever get in our way. I will bring the world to its knees for you if I have to."
Too bad you are unable to process any thoughts. He would love to see your reactions to him really fucking ruining you for any other man ever. He would love to hear you sing for him.
That's for another time.
When he cums, he pulls you down on him and holds you still until he finishes spurting his seed into you. "Fuck, you're milking me like I'll never fuck you again. So fucking greedy." Though he says those words, they are said endearingly.
He cups your face and turns your head around so he can kiss you. Soft and pliant, your mouth opens when his tongue probes against the seam of your lips, and he lazily explores your wet cavern.
Blood starts to circulate again, and he can't help the erection that pops right back up. Pulling back, a blush dusting his face, he gives you a quick kiss on the nose before speaking again.
"The show must go on."