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

148 ~ Hundred And Forty-Eight

[G]ojo's smirk widened, a glint of amusement dancing across his blindfolded gaze as he watched your reaction. "Alright, alright. I get it, you're tough." His tone was mockingly casual, but the warmth of his presence remained insistent. "Still, it's not every day I get to help someone as stubborn as you."

A soft, involuntary laugh escaped your lips, despite yourself. "I'm sure you've dealt with your fair share of stubborn people."

His blindfolded gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, the air between you seemed to crackle with unspoken tension. "Oh, absolutely. But none quite like you," he uttered slickly, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate murmur.

You shifted slightly, trying to maintain your composure despite the overwhelming heat pooling within you. "I suppose that's one way to frame it," you murmured, your voice a velvet thread of challenge, laced with a touch of something more dangerous—perhaps flirtation.

The strongest's hand, which had been firmly gripping your collar, now slid lightly to your arm. The sudden contact sent a jolt through you, his palm radiating warmth through the fabric of your jacket. "How about this," he proposed with that trademark smirk, "let me get us out of this mess first, and then you can argue with me to your heart's content. Deal?"

You tilted your head, considering his offer. "And if I refuse?"

He leaned in, his breath warm and tantalizing against your ear. "Then I'll have to insist," he murmured, his voice carrying a promise that was both challenging and seductive. "After all, I've got a reputation to uphold."

You fought to ignore the way his proximity quickened your pulse, trying to stay focused on the immediate task. "Fine," you conceded, your smile steady but laced with an edge of defiance. Turning to Nanami, who was observing with a detached air, you asked, "You'll manage with the kids, Nanami-san?"

"All set," Nanami replied, his tone calm yet edged with a hint of scrutiny. His gaze flickered between you and Gojo, a brief shadow of distrust passing over his features before vanishing. "Be careful on your way back."

You nodded, while Gojo flashed Nanami a cocky smirk before refocusing on you.

It was a reckless decision, but being this close to Gojo felt better than having anyone else guard your back. Besides, he owed you for the pathetic blockers he'd asked Shoko to hand over.

As your thoughts churned, you suddenly felt Gojo's hands on your shoulders, turning you to face him. One hand slid up to his blindfold, pulling it down to reveal his piercing, glowing eyes. The intensity of his gaze was almost unbearable. Damn, he looked dangerously hot.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain a veneer of composure. The two of you were alone again, and the temptation to push him against a nearby tree and consume him whole was almost... overwhelming.

But—oh right. There was one thing holding you back. Your dignity, pride, and self-respect.

His eyes swept over you with a blend of appreciation and amusement, and maybe something darker—an almost primal hunger. "So, you're telling me you chose this outfit for curse hunting?" he asked, a low whistle escaping his lips. His tone dripped with playful disbelief. As his cursed energy swirled around you, it created a tantalizing undercurrent, amplifying the charged heat between you.

You met his gaze, the dark, sultry edge in your voice unmistakable. "Is that what you think?" you murmured, letting your tone linger with a dangerous allure. "That I'm here just for a stroll or to indulge in your little game?"

For a moment, Gojo's smirk faltered, the intensity of your presence catching him off guard. But his eyes remained locked on yours, a challenge in their depths. With him still leaning close, you took a bold step forward, closing the distance between you. If you were going to play, you were going to make it count.

You slid the handkerchief away, letting your breath linger just above his lips, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable.

His eyes darkened with a hint of hunger, a flicker of breathlessness crossing his face. With a deliberate, tender touch, he brushed away a streak of blood from the skin between your nose and upper lip. The gesture was intimate, charged with an undercurrent of unspoken desire. You resisted the urge to moan.

"You know," you continued, leaning in even closer, "it's not just about what I'm wearing or what you think. It's about you still owing me a ride. Right now, I'm more concerned about reaching Shoko than indulging in... you."

Gojo's gaze held a hint of danger, a silent challenge daring you to cross a line. His eyes suggested that if you pushed him too far, he'd be more than eager to devour you whole.