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

73 ~ Seventy-Three 🔞

[Y]ou sat there, slightly stunned by his straightforwardness.

"Sa—Toru," you murmured, testing his name on your lips. It felt strangely intimate, like a secret shared between just the two of you.

He grinned at your use of his first name, clearly pleased by the familiarity. "That's it, babe. Call me Toru when it's just the two of us."

Your brow furrowed slightly, puzzled by his reaction to you calling him by a nickname. "Uh, okay?"

"Now, now, let's get you all cleaned up, shall we?"

Before you could protest or comprehend his suggestion, he moved to open the water spray, testing the temperature before directing it towards you. The warm water cascaded over your skin, eliciting a moan from you.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Satoru chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "I swear you have no idea of the things you do to me."

You blinked innocently, somewhat puzzled, as he handed you the spray head. He proceeded to lather your hair with shampoo, his touch gentle yet purposeful. Then, he moved on to the body wash, his hands gliding over your skin with practiced ease.

The scent of the body wash was familiar, but not overpowering. It had a subtle sweetness to it, reminding you of Satoru himself.

Once he finished with your hair and back, the sorcerer knelt behind you on the bathroom floor, his hands venturing between your legs. A muffled gasp breached your lips as you felt his touch, your body stiffening but responding instinctively to his ministrations.

Though you were still sensitive from the previous night, he was gentle, his movements careful and deliberate. As he pressed against your back, his warmth enveloping you, you couldn't help but arch into him, craving more of his touch.

"Argh." You keened loudly.

His half-lidded eyes watched you intently, filled with focused interest, as you surrendered to the sensations coursing through you.

"You like that, hm?" he whispered, his voice low and playful, as he trailed his tongue along your earlobe, drawing a soft groan from you.

"S-stop. I thought we were just cleaning up," you protested, trying to sound firm, but the desire in your voice betrayed you.

"We are," he confirmed with a grin, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "But you're so responsive, it's hard to resist."

Rolling your eyes, you leaned in and placed a searing kiss beneath his jawline, feeling the heat radiating off him. He gritted his teeth and let out a low hiss, his darkened gaze locking with yours.

"Funny," you added with the hint of a smirk, unable to resist the banter. "I could say the same about you."

"Hai, Hai, I know you're dying for it," he teased, his tone dripping with confidence. "But let's clean up first, shall we? Can't have you getting too distracted."

As his hands continued their gentle exploration, your breathing grew shallow, each touch sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. Despite your best efforts to maintain composure, you found yourself succumbing to the intoxicating sensations he elicited.

With a playful grin, he leaned in closer, his warm breath grazing your skin as he whispered teasingly, "So responsive, it's adorable."

Your cheeks slightly flushed at his words, but you refused to let him see how much he affected you. Instead, you mustered all your resolve and retorted, "I'm not the one here who can't seem to keep their hands to themselves."

His laughter filled the air, a melodic sound that only heightened the ache between your legs. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, the black in his eyes expanding predatorily.

But this was Satoru Gojo you were talking about. From the short time you'd known him, he wasn't one to let an opportunity pass without making you squirm.

"Can you handle a bit more?"

"B-but—" you were trying to protest when his free hand found its way to one of your breasts, massaging it gently as you moaned, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

Leaning into him, your breath hitched as his fingers danced over your skin. You were putty in his hands.

But where was the fun in ending the game too soon?

In a daringly mischievous move, he reached for the shower spray, directing the water at your most sensitive spot while continuing to tease your clit with his fingers.

Your gasp was music to his ears, driving him to push you further.

"Sa—Toru—Mm," you moaned, your hips buckling under the sensation, your hands moving down to stop his movements. "I-It's com—"

Your attempts were futile. Almost like he could barely hear you.

"Let go, babe," he urged, increasing the pressure and intensity, sending you spiraling into ecstasy.

"Argh," you groaned, reaching your peak, toe curling with a faint cracking sound and legs quivering violently.

He maintained the pace, guiding you through the waves of pleasure before finally relenting.

"There, all cleaned up," he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Exhausted and breathless, you could only nod, still in a daze from your climax.

"Lemme just grab a quick shower, then I'll join you," he announced, turning off the water, scooping you up from your position on the short stool and placing you in the warm bath.

You hissed as the water enveloped your overstimulated body, the sensation both torturous and delightful.

"What's the matter?" Satoru's fleeting concern flickered in his eyes.

"Nothing," you replied, your cheeks flushing as the prospect of sharing a bath with him, both of you naked, suddenly flooded your mind.

With a smirk and a casual shrug, he peeled off his pants, leaving you breathless at the sight of his naked form.