Bound In Love's Curse [Gojo Satoru x Female Readers]

48 ~ Forty-Eight 🔞

"Struggling, huh?" A smirk played on his lips as he toyed with the waistband of your short tights, teasingly and torturously slow in his movements.

Anticipation coiled tighter in your belly as each inch of the fabric was being peeled away.

Your breath hitched with each slide over your thighs, leaving your lace underwear exposed and vulnerable to his gaze.

A low whistle echoed in the air, causing warmth to spread to your ears. "Hot damn! You really know how to keep a guy interested."

"S-Save the commentary for someone who cares, Gojo—"

"Quit with the formalities, sweetheart. Just Satoru is fine," he interrupted sharply.

Your response was a groan as the short tights finally came off, a rush of cold air sweeping over your soaked core, eliciting an involuntary shiver.

It was all him—his touch, his words—driving you to this state of undeniable arousal.

Your frustration was evident in the clench of your jaw, yet your gaze held a fierce, almost desperate intensity as you locked eyes with him.

"Satoru? Seems a bit too intimate for someone who's just a passing annoyance."

"Ouch," he feigned mock hurt, pressing a thumb against the middle of your lace panties.

"Urgh—"

"Annoyance huh? Funny, I thought you were enjoying our little encounter," he mused, leaning in close to pin your bound wrist above your head.

"Thrilled beyond words," you panted with dripping sarcasm. "Can't you see the excitement in my—ah!"

Before you could finish, he pressed the nub showing at the center of your panties gently, drawing a moan from your lips.

His gaze softened, a fond smile gracing his lips.

"You're always a delight, Y/N," he quipped, his eyes glinting mischievously. "I'm itching to see the expression on your face when I pack you full."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, heat spreading across your skin as his fingers expertly navigated around the fabric of your panties to tease you raw.

Your eyes widened, your back arching involuntarily as a deep, throaty groan escaped your lips.

"Mhm, good girl," he praised, his movements slowing down to torturous circles.

A coil of tension tightened at your core, threatening to explode, your legs trembling in response to his touch.

"Enough," you groaned, your lips parting slightly as you struggled for air. "D-don't. Something's c-coming."

You felt a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as you teetered on the edge of release. But just as you were about to tip over, he abruptly withdrew his fingers, leaving you growling in frustration, though you couldn't quite comprehend why.

"Wow, you're practically dripping," he remarked casually, inspecting his fingers.

Your eyes involuntarily flicked to his hand, and you flushed even deeper.

Noticing your curious and embarrassed interest in the liquid on his fingers, he brought them to his mouth with deliberate slowness, his gaze locked on yours as he hummed in delight. "Sweet."

Your cheeks burned anew.

"Tastes just like daifuku," he quipped, his tone playful yet seductive.

Then followed up with a chuckle, and trailed his hand to your breast, pressing and feeling the softness gently.

"Argh," you groaned, feeling overwhelmed. "S-stop. No more."

"We're just getting started, babe," he retorted, his voice low and husky, unbuttoning your shirt with practiced ease, his gaze never leaving yours. "Oh god, why do you have so many layers on?"

He groaned in mild frustration at the sight of your black turtleneck underneath, pushing the fabric upward to expose your bra and breasts.

His eyes darkened, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Wanna know something, babe?" he asked rhetorically, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in to kiss you between your breasts.

You whimpered softly in response.

His ministrations grew rougher, and he bit you, eliciting a hiss from you.

You glared down at him, but his lips curved into a challenging smirk. "You're not the only one that can bite."

"And here I was thinking you were all charm and no bite."

"So you think I'm charming? Heh?" Gojo flashed his most mesmerizing smirk, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes internally.

"You'd be hot if you could keep that mouth shut," you shot back, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words.

"Oh!" His smirk widened to a devilish grin. "I know of some ways you could keep my mouth shut."

He leaned in closer, and you squirmed rebelliously. "Don't," you warned, feeling a mixture of irritation and anticipation.

But he ignored your protest, his tongue teasingly tracing the outline of where your covered nipples were.

A soft moan escaped your lips, surprising even yourself with the sound.

"D-don't... s-stop," you protested, your voice trembling with a mix of defiance and arousal.

"Nah uh!" he countered with a cocky grin, his tone dripping with playful confidence. "I plan on taking my sweet time with you, babe."