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

68 ~ Sixty-Eight 🔞

"How is she?" Gojo Satoru lounged on a nearby chair, his posture relaxed but his dark gaze fixed solely on you as Shoko examined you.

His unusual way of sitting, with arms resting on the backrest, had a certain charm to it. But what caught your attention the most was the intensity of his stare.

Nanami had stayed back to assist Shinji's wife, leaving you in the care of Shoko and Gojo.

Shoko removed her pair of disposable medic gloves and tossed them into the bin. "I'm not sure," she mumbled with a shake of her head. "Physically, she's fine and all healed up, but it seems like... some sort of emotional response."

"Emotional response?" Gojo raised an eyebrow, a hint of concern flickering in his blue eyes. "So, she's in shock or something?"

"Maybe," Shoko confessed. "I'll take some blood samples for further testing. But I recommend waiting until tomorrow to draw any conclusions. The side-effects might not manifest immediately."

"Understood," Gojo nodded, pushing himself off the chair.

Meanwhile, Shoko prepared a sterile syringe and took a blood sample from you, to which you barely flinched, your gaze locked solely with Gojo's.

The tension between you two was palpable, each moment ladened with unspoken desires and longing glances. His presence seemed to envelop you, his proximity almost intoxicating.

"I suggest someone stay with her for the night," Shoko advised, her tone serious. "Keep an eye on her and alert me if there's any urgency."

"Yes, ma'am," Gojo replied playfully, offering a mock salute before approaching you.

Instead of extending a hand, he scooped you up effortlessly, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace.

"What are you doing?" Shoko raised an eyebrow, perplexed by his actions.

"Carrying her, obviously," the sorcerer stated matter-of-factly, his smirk never leaving his lips. "She's out of it, and I'm faster."

Shoko seemed to accept his explanation, and you wrapped an arm around his neck for support as he carried you towards the door.

As you nestled closer to him, burying your nose at the base of his neck, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through him. But he brushed it off, feigning nonchalance.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity.

"Nothing," you shrugged casually. "Unless there's something you want me to do?"

The bold implication in your words didn't escape him, and he struggled to maintain his composure. But with a forced laugh, he continued towards your room.

The rest of the walk ended in complete silence, the tension between you palpable, almost suffocating.

With each step, you drew closer to him, inhaling his scent, feeling his warmth enveloping you. At some point, his breathing turned labored, betraying the struggle he was having to maintain control.

As your lips teasingly brushed against the skin near his neck, a low hiss escaped his mouth, his darkened blue eyes meeting yours with a cocky smirk. But beneath the bravado, you could sense the raw desire simmering beneath the surface.

"What's wrong?" you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction.

"Hm? Nothing," he replied, feigning ignorance as he opened the door to your room, still holding you close. "Would you like to shower?"

The air laden with unspoken desire, but you weren't about to make it easy for him.

"Is that an invitation?" you purred, your gaze locked with his.

He helped you to your feet gently, his brows creasing in puzzlement. "What?"

You met his gaze boldly. "To share a shower, of course. What else?"

The next thing you knew, his grip tightened around your face, his eyes darkening to a deep blue as he stared down at you, an intimidating yet undeniably alluring sight.

"What's wrong with you, hm?" he rasped, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "You want me to devour you, hm? Is that what you want?"

"You? Devour me?" you retorted, your voice almost challenging.

"Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been staring at me all night," he continued, his tone dripping with desire—dark ones. "Like you want me to fuck you senseless."

Your breath hitched at his words, your gaze burning into his as he observed your reaction.

Without hesitation, you took his free hand, guiding his fingers between your legs, pressing them against the wetness there.

A low moan escaped your lips, a cocky smirk dancing across your face. "And what if I do?"

He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent deeply, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. "I'd fuck you crazy," he confessed huskily, his mouth tantalizingly close to yours, each brush sending electric sparks coursing through you.

His fingers moved against your most intimate parts, eliciting another moan from your lips.

His intense gaze bore into yours, absorbing every reaction, every little detail of your desire.

"But you're not in the right state of mind," he admitted reluctantly, tearing himself away from you despite your protest.

The loss of his touch made you whine, craving more of him.

"Take a shower or something. I'll be back when you're done," he muttered in a rare display of seriousness, turning away from you to leave before he changed his mind.

However, you had other plans, refusing to let him go so easily.

Your hands snaked around his front, pulling him into a tight embrace, your breath hot against his back. You felt the tension in his muscles as your fingers traced over his chest.

"Fuck me," you demanded, your voice dripping with desire. "I've been wanting you to fuck me all night, Satoru."

Your seductive tone, combined with the way you pronounced his name like a fine wine, pushed him past the brink of restraint.

The last thread of reason snapped and with a swift motion, he turned back to you, slamming the door shut with a kick.

Before you could react, he gripped your chin firmly, his eyes locking with yours in a primal gaze. "You asked for it."

Without another word, his lips crashed onto yours, consuming you hungrily, devouring and swallowing your lips ferociously.

His kisses were fierce, as if he couldn't get enough of you. Your legs turned weak from the intensity, and he sensed it, lifting you effortlessly, your bodies pressing together in a searing embrace.

When he nudged his arousal against your core, you broke away from the kiss, back arched, gasping for air and keening loudly.

Your response was far more immediate and intense than before, betraying the depth of your lust for him.

His eyes, now darkened with raw desire, watched your every reaction with keen interest as his lips found your neck, marking you with his passion in a frenzy of messy hickeys.

"What's got you so worked up, hm?" he purred against your skin, his breath hot against your neck as you moaned, grinding against the bulge in his pants.

"You," you breathed out, honesty dripping from your words as you reached for the white bind draped casually around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips collided in another feverish kiss, your teeth grazing his bottom lip and drawing a hiss from him.

"God, you're hot," you mumbled, your gaze lingering on his flushed face, the stern frown only adding to his allure, his lips swollen from your kisses.

"Is that so?" he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice as he guided you towards the bed, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he pressed you against his throbbing length. "Just wait until I'm inside you."