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

80 ~ Eighty

"Was it that good?" you teased, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips.

"Mhm, but keep that naughty mouth for me," he growled, his hand cupping your face with a hint of roughness.

You winced slightly but couldn't help chuckling, running your tongue along your lower lip. You sensed his pause, his breath catching at the sight.

He leaned in for a kiss, but you instinctively pulled back, evading his lips. A flicker of emotion crossed his intense blue gaze, and he seemed momentarily... hurt.

"Let me wash my mouth first," you hurriedly clarified, but your words only seemed to add to the tension.

His expression hinted at misunderstanding.

"Do I taste that bad?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"No," you quickly responded, shaking your head. "But you wouldn't want to taste yourself on my—"

Before you could finish, he captured your lips in a sudden, passionate kiss, devouring you in the heat of the moment.

When he finally pulled away, your cheeks were flushed, and you were left breathless.

"See? I don't taste that bad," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of mischief that brought a teasing smile to your lips.

"That's what I said," you replied, wrapping your arms around him and running your fingers through his messy hair.

The sensation of his bare skin against yours created an intimate moment, savoring the closeness as you held him in a tight embrace.

"Looks like we've ruined your blindfold," you remarked casually, noticing the tangled of discarded  white fabric on the bed.

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly against your skin, his breath brushing against the skin of your neck. "Don't worry about it. I've got some more to spare. Although they're quite tedious to wrap around."

His comment seemed to spark an idea in your mind. You decided to address this inconvenience later, thinking of a more practical solution for the blindfold.

"How was your day, hm?" Your question sounded innocent, yet the strongest sorcerer tensed in your embrace.

Planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, you felt him relax slightly.

"Boring," he finally admitted.

"Was it, hm?" You massaged his scalp, feeling his features soften.

"You know, you kind of remind me of Suguru, somehow," he mumbled, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You paused, blinking a few times before turning to him. "Who? Geto?"

"Mhm," he responded, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

"He too was the type to bottle up everything... until..."

"Until?" You probed, hearing him inhale deeply.

"It all went wrong."

"Satoru," you held him tighter, exhaling deeply. "I'm not Geto Suguru. You won't lose me. If things get hard, I'll ask for your help, but..."

"Hm? What is it?"

"If things get tough for you too, you can always talk to me. I'm not sure how I can help, but we'll figure it out."

"Oh babe, if you think I need help, you must be joking. I'm Gojo—undefeated, unstoppable, and always in control."

"Still," you insisted. "You've got everyone looking up to you, but who's looking out for you?"

Gojo Satoru's grip around you tightened, his body relaxing against yours. The air around you both felt charged with unspoken emotions, and you sensed a hint vulnerability in his usually confident demeanor.

His finally said, his voice muffled but earnest. "You're right. Being the strongest means carrying the weight of others. It gets heavy... sometimes."

You gently ran your fingers through his hair again, offering silent comfort.

Satoru lifted his head, meeting your gaze with a softness that contrasted sharply with his usual playful demeanor. "Thanks, Y/N," he murmured, sincerity coloring his voice. "You always see right through me. It's kind of... refreshing."

With a tender smile, you leaned in to kiss his forehead. "I could say the same to you, Satoru. Thank you."

"Heh?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "For what?"

"For everything. Taking me in, protecting me, training me. Thank you for being there."

"Oh? So now you admit my charm, huh?" He teased, and you rolled your eyes, attempting to slip out of bed.

But his arms wrapped around your bare midsection, holding you in place.

"Where are you going?"

"Getting cleaned up!"

"Oh, sure, let's do it together."

You eyed him suspiciously but kissed him on the lips, adding a playful warning, "no funny business, you hear."

"Oh, come on," Satoru whined playfully, earning a chuckle from you.