❝Whispers In The Dark❞ || Gojo x reader

Chapter 6

"(y / n) don't cry. It makes your sweet eyes red." he smiled as he pulled on his belt so that you lay tighter on his chest as he sat with you on his lap on the couch. Even though he was smiling a moment ago, he wasn't doing it anymore. He was serious now. "We could have avoided that if you would have listened to me. You have something to tell me?"

You didn't want to tell him anything. So he pulled hard on the strap, welding the collar tight around your neck, temporarily taking away the access to the air. He had done this several times before that you didn't want something before that question. Warnings. He gave you warnings that were stronger each time. You will definitely have a sore and blue neck after that.

"Come on. You have something to tell me?" he repeated. You didn't want to speak for anything, but he pulled the strap again. "I will repeat one last time. You have something to tell me?"

He showed the strap in his hand and began to pull harder and harder.

"S-Sorry!" you finally screamed. He loosened the strap in his hand until it fell quietly next to his hand. He smiled again, narrowing his eyes. He lowered the collar, gently stroking the already reddened skin. He was so gentle and gentle. As if he didn't want to hurt you a moment ago.

The hands lightly rubbed your stomach and his every move made goose bumps. It was almost apologetic. As if he wants to turn back time from your pain. But he had no choice. You weren't listening, so what else could he do but make you do it by force? You tried not to speak to him again, hoping he would go somewhere, leaving you here alone. Even in „his" house, you could find a moment of peace. Only when he left. He always seemed to be a man doing nothing but professionally as a sorcerer you knew about his skills and constant missions. Unfortunately for you, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He was here for you now. To have you close before you start again - in his opinion - going crazy. Going crazy for him, an extra chance for you to escape. Maybe he'll get fed up with you and let you go? No ... He would never do that.

He put his head on yours inhaling your scent. Even after a short break without washing your hair, it didn't seem to hurt you. It's all because it keeps you locked up, where you are not influenced by anything outside. Still, she has to wash you today. You were wearing one of the fragrances he didn't like. Your sweet perfume and something that isn't yours. Very light fragrance of men's cologne. It doesn't smell like his. It smells like cheap and bought in any store. Could all his efforts to keep other guys away from you had failed? What could have happened? Where does this smell come from? And why is he feeling it only now? He could ask you about it or find out the truth on his own. For you, however, he preferred the former.

"Why do you have such a strange smell?" He asked. You were surprised by his question. "It's like that... As if your sweet scent was mixed up with someone else. With a masculine perfume ... What's this about?"

You had two choices. Either lie or tell the truth. Though you couldn't really make up a lie for it. The truth would be better for you.

"Um..." you started. "I bought myself a perfume that smells like masculine when it is slightly aired. "

"Really?" he asked as if he did not believe it. It was the truest truth. I cannot accuse you of lying. "So you haven't seen anyone?" his arms tightened around you.

"No! I had no how and when!"

"Good for you." he muttered tearing at your sweater. "But let's get it off. I need to bathe you soon to get rid of that smell, but it won't be long. Let me be close with you for now." He hugged you tightly before taking off your sweater. He has never gone far. No intrusiveness. That's good. But now he says he'll bathe you. What can you think about it? Let him look at you helpless and without clothes? I don't think so...

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But. When he talked about bathing you, he meant just that. After more than an hour of cuddling, he let go, dragging you to the bathroom. You insisted that you didn't want to or would do anything, but he knew better what you would and what not to do. After all, he "was in control of your life." He did not loosen the collar or let go of it for a moment. Even if it was uncomfortable. He trailed her every time you made your way to the bathroom when you stopped. He was still in a good mood. I wonder for how long.

He opened the bathroom door showing her from the inside. White tiles, shower, bathtub and other bathroom necessities. Apart from the suspiciously large bathtub, the shower was normal. Both were bought so that you both could comfortably fit there without any unpleasantness. That was his plan. Bathe with you, gently rubbing your body each time. Now he only wanted to wash you.

With the last pull on the collar strap, he pulled you into the bathroom. He closed the door fastening a few top buttons on his white shirt. He scanned you with his eyes, wondering where to start. He just wanted to wash you. Without any dirty thoughts. Just a bath. He grabbed your blouse, picking it up before you could protest, and tossed it into the dirty clothes bin. While staying with him in a bra, he will cover it. It didn't do much because he quickly grasped your wrists and took them off your chest. And he watched. He felt that he might not last long as he watched you like that, so he proceeded to ripping off your clothes. Next were your pants and socks, which made you in front of him in only your underwear. He stared hungry at all the exposed skin and leaned in, kissing and then biting his shoulder to leave a mark. A momentary lack of protest through shame allowed him to turn you over to make you stand with your back to him. He deftly unhooked the bra's hooks, letting it fall to the floor. A wave of greater shame seized you as he pressed kisses down your shoulders and down your back. Grasping the strip of panties, he also slipped them off and rubbing them on his bare hip with his hand. Your urge to run has temporarily passed. Who would want to run naked?

He pressed your body against his where you could feel something in his pants.

It's just a bath ...