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

86 ~ Eighty-Six 🔞

"Ugh... f-fuck! You're being so rough," you gasped, your voice carrying through the quiet forest as he pounded into you relentlessly.

"S-so good... You feel so good," he murmured with a low, throaty growl, his breath hot against your ear. Then leaned in closer to press his lips to your neck with a teasing bite. "I can barely contain myself."

Beneath the moonlight, your back pressed against the blanket that had served as your picnic spot earlier, the tension between you two was palpable.

You were still mostly dressed in the black, long-sleeved dress you had worn for your date, though it was now pushed up to your chest, your breasts half-exposed, and your panties discarded god knows where.

Satoru, as usual, wasn't one for patience.

His thrusts were roughs and unyielding, creating a rhythm that felt almost endless. You sensed that the night was far from over, knowing well that he was far from the type to be satisfied with just one round.

"You know this is all your fault," he let you know with a teasing edge to his voice, laced with unmistakable need. "I wasn't planning on this tonight."

"Argh... there," you groaned, edging him on. Your nails digging into his fully clothed back as he thrusted deeper, hitting all the right spots.

The blend of his scent, his warmth, coupled with groans of desire and the heated kisses he planted on your skin made your entire body tingle in ecstasy.

You heard his breath hitched as he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. "Wow, that was a close call," he said with a playful grin, glancing downward.

You could tell he was commenting on the lack of protection and how it had made things a bit more complicated.

He looked at you with a mix of relief and amusement. "So, should we continue this somewhere more...umm... private? Maybe my room or yours?"

You chuckled softly, playing along. "Yeah, we wouldn't want anyone stumbling in on us, would we?"

Leaning in, you planted light kisses along his neck, one of your hands gently snaking down to stroke his member. He took a deep breath, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're really getting the hang of this," he said with a playful growl.

You chuckled at his antics, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes before closing the distance and pressing your lips to his.

If someone had told you days ago that you'd find yourself here, under the moon and stars, fucking him, you would've laughed it off.

Yet here you were, both of you caught up in something unexpected, right on the school grounds. He let out a breathy sigh, his head resting against your shoulder, as he let himself go into your gentle stroking.

"Well," he murmured with a lopsided grin, "That was definitely not what I had planned for tonight, but I'm not complaining."

"Is that so?" you teased.

His lips curled into a cocky smirk before pulling you into another deep kiss. Between kisses, he murmured, "You might want to stop while you're ahead," clearly hinting at your hand still stroking him. Though he hadn't reached his peak, he'd already driven you to yours twice. "Keep going, and we might not make it out of here anytime soon."

You let out a small, disappointed sigh but decided to relent.

As much as you wanted more, he was right—unless you planned on staying out here until sunrise, it was best to pace yourselves. "Alright, alright. Now, help me find my panties," you said, half-amused, half-exasperated.