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

70 ~ Seventy 🔞

[H]e chuckled against your lower lips, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your core.

"Hah," you exhaled heavily, your gaze fixed on him, a stern furrow creasing your brow.

Watching the strongest sorcerer on his knees, eating you out, his long, slow licks on your clit while maintaining eye contact, was a sight to behold.

You moaned, breathless, "s-so pretty."

Another chuckle escaped him as his licking intensified, pushing you closer to the edge. Something coiled deep within you, the familiar sensation of anticipation building before unraveling in ecstasy.

Your entire body was on fire, every nerve quivering with pleasure. It was intense, almost overwhelming, and he seized the opportunity to insert a finger, then another and another, delving deep inside you.

There was nothing tender in his touch, his primal instincts taking over as he ravished you with unrestrained hunger.

"So insatiable," he growled, briefly withdrawing his mouth from your clit. "Such a greedy little cunt. Last time I checked, I could barely get a finger inside. Now look at you."

His words dripped with dark amusement, crude yet undeniably arousing and fitting.

His wicked grin sending a thrill through you as he continued to finger you roughly.

Your mouth fell open in a choked gasp, legs tensing as you teetered on the edge of climax.

The sound of a belt being quickly undone filled the air, and he presented his swollen shaft, rubbing it against your left leg.

God, he was scorching hot. But more than that, he was captivating. Thick, long, his angry pink tip contrasting with his pale skin and leaking with pre-cum.

"S-sa—urgh," you whimpered, the intensity overwhelming you. "Toru."

You were on the brink of release, your body trembling with anticipation, your words barely coherent.

Feeling your walls tightening, he rose up from his position between your legs, maintaining his fingers inside you. Then, leaning in closer, he leveraged himself on the mattress beside your face, his warm breath caressing your cheek.

"Say it again," he groaned darkly, a new edge to his voice. "Call me that again. Call me Toru."

You complied, the word slipping from your lips effortlessly, consumed by pleasure. "T-Toru."

With one swift motion, he abruptly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his raw dick, breaching you brutally.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, breath knocked out from your lungs. Your body convulsed in orgasm, releasing hard over the tip of his dick. Your legs shook, and your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

"Fuck," you heard him curse, the intensity of the moment overwhelming, with your walls clenched tightly around him.

Funny how you had been so inexperienced before, yet now you were climaxing from being penetrated for the first time, the faint bleeding a testament to your virginity.

He chuckled again as he reveled in your reactions.

"How was it, hm?" Satoru's voice dripped with teasing allure, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Barely took all of me yet, did you? Naughty Y/N, getting off without me."

You were a mess of panting desire, your tousled hair framing your flushed face, and your eyes glazed with need. But when he moved to withdraw, your legs instinctively wrapped around him.

"I need... more," you panted, your hands urging him closer, your body craving his touch.

Satoru's grin widened wickedly. "Want more? You barely tasted it yet. Or maybe you want it raw? Is that what you're after? Me fucking you raw?"

Your breath hitched at his words, your heart rate escalating. Gone was his usual goofy, playful demeanor; in its place, a darkness resonated in his tone. Primal, wicked, and unhinged.

"First drawer on your left."

"Huh?"

"The condoms," you instructed, your voice husky with needs. "First drawer on your left."

His eyes flickered with realization, and he withdrew gently before leaning over on your bed to reach for the drawer. He quickly located the box of condoms you had prepared.

"Who are these for, hm?" Satoru teased, a possessive edge creeping into his tone.

"Got them last time," you admitted, feeling a surge of heat between your legs. "When... you told me to wait."

A smirk played on Satoru's lips as he realized your intent. "You picked the right size," he observed taking his position between your legs, swiftly unboxing the condoms and tearing through a small foil packet.

With practiced ease, he slid it on.

You watched him intently, his dark eyes locking with yours, a silent promise of pleasure passing between you.

"But then again, you did enjoy watching me last time, didn't you?" he taunted, his movements teasing as he pressed his shaft against you, the friction mixing your juices and a trace of blood.

You groaned feeling sensitive from your previous climax. "I-I need you," you whispered, your voice thick with longing.

With a hungry growl, Satoru positioned himself, his hand gripping your left leg as he tantalizingly teased your entrance with his length before briskly plunging deep inside you.

It was brusque and far from gentle.

"Urgh," you wailed loudly, your head falling back and your body arching as if it might split in two.

Once again, he barely managed to penetrate half his length.

The white-haired sorcerer gritted his teeth, his piercing blue gaze locked onto you. "So tight, fuck."

You clenched around him in response, prompting a sharp inhale from him. "Relax, babe," he urged, easing himself a little deeper.

He felt incredible. Despite a slight burning sensation, the sensation of his length grazing your inner walls was overwhelming.

Exquisite.

"T-Toru," you moaned, one hand tracing the contours of his toned abdomen.

His grin was devilish, mischief flickering in his eyes. "What's wrong? Mm?" he teased, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "That's it, take it. Take all of me."

"Urgh," You groaned as he drilled into you more roughly. "S-So good," you whimpered, your other hand clawing at the sheets,

"Is it?" he taunted again, his movements growing rougher as his hands moved to grip your waist firmly.

You were momentarily puzzled until he pulled you down, fully sheathing himself inside you, his thrusts becoming relentless. "Argh," you gasped, the sensation overwhelming.

"So full," you moaned as he filled you to the brim, a small swell forming where he was buried deep inside you.

Your hand on his abs instinctively moved down to poke at it, earning a chuckle from him.

"You always know how to entertain me, Y/N," he growled, his thrusts gaining speed and intensity, the friction of his dark blue pants against your inner thighs adding to the sensory overload.