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

74 ~ Seventy-Four

[H]e could sense your gaze on him as he showered, leaving the cabin door open for your viewing pleasure, unaffected by the steam coating the walls.

When he turned to you, finding your eyes fixed on him, he offered a playful smirk. "Enjoying the show?"

You cleared your throat, eyes darting away, a stark contrast to your boldness the night before.

"Didn't you say I was hot last night?" he teased, relishing in the way your cheeks flushed.

"I-I did?" you stuttered.

"Mhm," he nodded, approaching the bathtub, his gaze lingering on your form as he slipped in in-front of you, making sure you had a full view of his physique. "What's got you all shy now, hmm?"

"Nothing," you retorted, the irritation evident in your tone. But you knew he was somewhat right.

"Look at you. Aren't you adorable?"

Motioning for you to join him, you moved closer, your body responding instinctively to his proximity as your back pressed against his chest, feeling the hardness of his manhood against your butt.

Satoru sighed contentedly, his head tilting back, eyes closed. "So, you think I'm more impressive than Nanamin?"

You coughed, trying to change the subject. "W-what? No..."

"No fair, babe. You're always so cold," he chuckled, his tone teasing.

Attempting to deflect, you mentioned, "I-I think Kota-Kun's mom might have been a... sex worker."

The sorcerer hummed thoughtfully behind you, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. "So, you absorbed that spirit's curse energy?" he inquired, his tone tinged with hints of curiosity.

You hesitated before nodding. "Yes, I did," you admitted reluctantly.

"And is that why you wanted to... fuck with me last night?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

You flushed at his blunt question. "Sa—Toru, why are you being so... direct?"

He leaned in closer, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Just curious," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Doesn't feel great to know you weren't entirely present during our... fun, though."

He didn't sound angry, but there was a tinge of disappointment in his tone.

You met his gaze, unable to decipher the emotions swirling in his blue eyes.

"With or without the curse energy, I still... wanted to be with you," you confessed, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

His features softened slightly at your words, but his cocky demeanor remained. "Really?" he quipped, his smirk growing wider. "You meant that?"

Your heart raced as you searched for the right words. "I... Well—" you faltered, unable to form a coherent response.

He grazed your earlobe with his teeth, eliciting a hiss from you, before locking eyes with you. There was hunger and something else burning in his gaze, making your pulse quicken.

"I'll take that as a yes, then," he declared confidently.

You shrugged, trying to maintain your composure. "Maybe," you replied evasively.

But before you could add anything further, he issued a challenge. "Prove it."

You blinked in puzzlement, caught off guard by his sudden demand. "W-what?"

"That you didn't just... act on impulse," he clarified, his gaze searingly intense.

Before you could overthink, you leaned back, tilting your head slightly, and pressed your lips against his, a surge of desire coursing through you. You even made sure to run your tongue teasingly along his bottom lip before parting, leaving him slightly stunned and speechless.

Satoru's laughter briskly filled the room, his hands trailing lightly over your skin. "You're full of surprises, Y/N," he remarked, his tone laced with amusement.

You shrugged casually, feigning innocence. "Am I? Well, I suppose I do wish I could fuck you crazy too. But weren't we supposed to be enjoying this bath?"

Your teasing remark seemed to catch Satoru off guard, a crack forming in his usual composed facade. His warm breath danced tantalizingly against your skin, igniting a primal ache in your cunt.

It amused you to see him momentarily thrown off balance, but you knew better than to underestimate Gojo Satoru. He was always up for a challenge, whether implicit or explicit.

"Of course," he responded with a dark chuckle, his voice dripping with promise. "Consider it a standing invitation. I'll gladly take you up on that offer."

The faintest blush tinged your cheeks as you clenched your legs in an attempt to quell the burgeoning ache, but Gojo Satoru was relentless.

"What's wrong? Scared?" he taunted, his gaze piercing through yours.

You met his gaze head-on, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "I'd love to have your face between my..."

"Between your what?" he prodded, his interest piqued.

"Between my legs," you replied evenly, a hint of mischief in your tone. "But that wouldn't be fair, now would it?"

Satoru chuckled at your teasing, his hands tracing tantalizing paths along your thighs, but never quite reaching where you wanted them to be. "You're quite the sadist, Y/N," he remarked, amusement dancing in his magnificent blue eyes. "Do you get off on having the strongest sorcerer between your legs?"

You shrugged casually. "Who knows?"

He let out a heavy exhale before issuing a dark command. "Sit on the edge of the bathtub. I'll give you exactly what you want."