a playboy, they say. a womanizer, they say. he fucks women even at school, they say.
to me, he's poison. something i'd drink even though I know it'll harm me. consume and corrupt me. something that'll destroy me, but it doesn't matter, because I'll...
hi ! i just want to say i love reading ur thoughts/comments on this fic. it's amusing to read all of ur rants esp when the scene is intense xD ik the writing at the start was bad and super short, but i'm glad some of u were able to keep up w me :)
i just want to make things clear. afaik i wasn't really specific with the tags of the fic here in wattpad. tho, i put some warnings in the story description. i updated the tags on ao3 but i wasn't able to update it here but ig y'all already know that gojo here istoxic, manipulative, king of gaslighting, and kinda possessive. whichare not canonically his traits, but this is how his character is written and portrayed since the beginning of the story.
but red is some of yall's fav color, so...
anw if u can't handle this toxicity or manipulation, this fic is not for u. it's safe to let the fic go if it triggers you. so i'm sorry if i don't put warnings every chapter gojo is in (since he's always man!pulative).
hope u enjoy! i think we're coming close to the end so brace yourselves.
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It's a weird feeling. You think laying beside Gojo on his queen sized bed was just all a dream. But it wasn't. He just pecked your lips a few minutes ago before going out to prepare breakfast, leaving you shocked yet still sleepy. When you came to your senses, you lay on your back and stared at his white ceiling blankly. Now that there's daylight, you saw that his room was big and surprisingly clean, maybe because he's not often at home or he's actually a tidy person. Either way, you were impressed at how neat it is.
Events from last night flashed your mind so you bite your lower lip and squeezed your eyes shut. You felt sore. We did it again. He was too good at doing you, that thinking about it was enough to leave you flushed. You sat up, trying to ignore the thoughts that's way too early to invade your mind in the morning. You were wearing nothing underneath but his shirt. Where did my underwear go?
Your eyes observed the large mirror in front of his bed, then avoided it when you remembered the last time you looked at your reflection on the mirror.
He was thrusting deeply into you, making you moan loudly into his ear. He groaned, grabbing your waist with his hands, then leaned back to watch your body jiggle underneath him as he pounds harder. He was standing on the edge of the bed, still in his pants, but the shirt was thrown away across the room. You, on the other hand, was already naked, since Satoru stripped down all of your clothes in the living room before carrying you to his room.
The smell of sex and your sweat was all over the room, thick air surrounding you as your bodies collide. Your fingers were gripping the sheets under you, eyes almost dropping as pleasure takes over you. He was hitting all the right spots and what makes everything hot was how toxic the sex was. His cock buried inside you was making your mind hazy, so your vision was blurry as you try to open your eyes and watch him.
