𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓭.

He’s a fucking wreck.

You don’t even know it. Don’t know how many times he’s come with your name on his tongue, how many hours he’s wasted in the dark, cock in hand, watching you live your little life through the countless cameras he installed.

You’re just sitting there, on your bed, knees tucked to your chest as you read a book—some old psychology shit. Nerd. Always have been. Always will be.

Gojo exhales through his teeth, hand wrapped around his cock. He fists it slow, dragging the pleasure out, because if he goes too fast, he’ll cum too soon, and he wants to make this last. You shift a little, turning the page, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s watching your every move, jerking off to you like the depraved fuck he is.

A wet smack fills his ears as he tightens his grip, pumping faster. His other hand moves down, squeezing his balls, the thick weight of them aching with need. He hasn’t fucked anyone in weeks—hasn’t wanted to. No one gets him hard like you do, not when you’re so fucking innocent, so fucking pure, untouched. A good girl.

His good girl.

Even if you don’t know it yet.

The thought makes his cock twitch. He groans, rubbing a thumb over his slit, slicking the tip with pre-cum as he watches your fingers absentmindedly touch your lips. It’s unconscious, just a little habit you have when you’re deep in thought, but it makes his brain short-circuit.

Fuck, he wants to ruin you.

He strokes himself harder, imagining what it would feel like to have your mouth on him—imagining how it would feel to have you on your knees, choking, gagging, crying, those pretty wide eyes looking up at him like he’s God. He wants to shove his cock so deep down your throat you can’t breathe, wants to break you open and fuck you until you can’t think straight.

You sigh, stretching your arms over your head, and your oversized shirt rides up just enough to expose the soft curve of your waist. His breath catches. His hips jerk up, fucking into his own hand like a desperate animal.

“Fucking hell,” he pants, jaw clenching.

He shouldn’t be doing this. He should be studying. Sleeping. Something.

But he can’t stop.

Not when you’re right there. Not when you’re so fucking close—so blissfully unaware that you belong to him.

The thought of you finding out sends a shiver up his spine. What would you do if you knew? Scream? Cry? Try to run?

God, that would be fun.

His hand moves faster, grip tightening, his whole body tensing as he chases his high. He’s so close, so fucking close—

And then you stand up.

His breath hitches.

The camera feed wobbles as you stretch again, and then—

You turn.

And look directly into the lens.

Gojo freezes.

His heart slams into his ribs.

You can’t see it. You shouldn’t be able to see it. It’s hidden, carefully placed. There’s no way you—

But your gaze lingers. Suspicion flickers across your face. And then, your lips part. His cock twitches violently.

Fuck.

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