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

77 ~ Seventy-Seven

[W]atching you dress, Satoru Gojo couldn't help but admire how stunning you looked in the underwear he had bought for you.

He stepped forward to assist with the strap of your bra, planting a searing kiss on the side of your neck.

"You look amazing in those," he remarked, mischief dancing in his eyes.

You paused, momentarily pondering something through, before asking, "How did you know my size?"

Satoru grinned, replying nonchalantly, "I'm just a man who appreciates the finer details, especially when it comes to lingerie."

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you shot him a playful glare. "Seriously? Checking out a girl's underwear size, you perv?"

Satoru chuckled, his trademark smirk lighting up his face. "Hey, it's not my fault they were so cute. Plus, I wanted to make sure they fit perfectly."

You rolled your eyes at him, a sigh escaping your lips as you reached for his clean shirt. The fabric felt heavenly against your skin, but you doubted he enjoyed seeing you in his clothes.

"I could have you like this all day long. Shame we can't risk others seeing you like this," he remarked, his tone a mix of longing and frustration.

"Why not?" you questioned, shooting him a skeptical look.

Maybe he had his reasons for wanting to keep this arrangement under wraps.

"It irks me enough that you've got a bunch of guys circling around you. Don't need any more of that," Satoru grumbled, his annoyance evident.

You raised an eyebrow, turning to him with a hint of confusion. "Wait, what?"

"Didn't you know? Ijichi had a thing for you, and I wouldn't be surprised if Nanami does too," Satoru's expression shifted, his tone tinged with something darker.

It was almost like jealousy, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

"If I had my way," he continued, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, "I'd have you flaunting my marks all over the school."

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his blunt words.

You had barely finished buttoning up the shirt when he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"And I've got a class to teach later. Really not feeling it."

"Since when did you get so spoiled?" you asked, the hint of a smirk playing at your lips.

Satoru's lips curved into a playful pout. "Well, you have yourself to blame for that, Miss Y/N."

"Ah, so we're back to formalities now? Noted, Gojo-San."

"Don't go playing with fire, Y/N," Gojo warned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in, planting soft kisses between each word. "Otherwise, I might have to punish you."

You arched an eyebrow at that. "Harder than this morning?"

"Harder than this morning," Gojo confirmed with a nod, his gaze smoldering with desire.

"I wish I had half your stamina," you sighed, enjoying the closeness between you. His warmth, his scent and your playful banter. Almost felt like you both were—

Ah focus, Y/N. Focus.

"And maybe learned that reverse curse technique to keep up. Too bad I'm not quite there yet." You continued, pushing the thoughts at the back of your head.

"Are you turning me down, Y/N?" Gojo murmured, his voice low and husky as his hands trailed down your backside.

You hummed thoughtfully, shaking your head. "Not so fast, Gojo-sensei. I'm just trying to keep up with you."

You deliberately emphasized the word 'sensei,' noticing the subtle shift in his expression. His black pupils dilated slightly, a hint of darkness flickering in his gaze.

"Sounds like a plan," he growled, tracing his tongue alongside the corner of your lips, his breath hot against your skin. "Maybe I'll have you calling me that while I ravage you tonight. How does that sound? Enough recovery time for you?"

"You're insatiable, Satoru," you groaned, leaning into him and nuzzling against his toned chest.

Your nether seemed to ache and respond to his every words.

Sensing your desire, he chuckled softly. "I can feel that, sweetheart."

As much as the idea of indulging in him appealed to you, you knew you needed to rest and to recover.

"How about we grab a bite to eat?" he suggested, his breath warm against your ear. "I've got plenty of goodies waiting for us. Have a snack, and then you can go back to bed."

You hesitated, feeling a bit guilty about monopolizing his bed. "I was thinking about—"

"Shh," he hushed gently, his finger pressing against your lips as if he already knew what you were about to say. "Don't worry about it. I want you in my bed every night and every morning."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but flush at his sincerity.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" you teased.

"Maybe," he retorted with a sly grin, leaning in closer to you. "But first, let's get you something to eat."

With a swift motion, he lifted you up, eliciting a playful squeal from you, and led you toward the coffee table. "I've prepared something light for you, just in case your throat isn't feeling too great."

His actions were both caring and assertive, reflecting his characteristic mix of concern and confidence in handling any situation.

"Since when were you so considerate?" you asked, slightly surprised by his gesture.

"I'm always considerate," he retorted, a playful glint in his eyes. "You're the one who's always giving me the cold shoulder."

Struggling to open the bento boxes, Satoru's solemn tone cut through the air once more, bringing to light a fact that had slipped your mind.

"About Shinji Takahashi, would you like to attend his funeral?" he inquired, his gaze soft yet weighted with the gravity of the situation.

Shinji's name seemed to stir a whirlwind of memories, each one tinged with sorrow at the loss of your senpai. His sudden demise was still a blur to you, leaving a void that seemed almost impossible to fill.

Pausing to consider Satoru's question, you couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at your conscience. "I'm not sure. I was rather rude to his wife last night."

Satoru's expression softened, his eyes conveying a sense of empathy. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at his reassurance, you sighed. "Then yes, I suppose I should."

"I'll make the arrangements," Satoru declared, his voice steady and reassuring. "We'll go together."

It was reassuring to have him by your side, grateful for his presence in your life during these difficult times.