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

187 ~ Hundred And Eighty-Seven

[S]atoru loved heights.

You'd known for a while now, but from your vantage point atop the skyscraper, you began to understand the depth of his infatuation.

Leaning casually against the railing, he surveyed the city below, his snowy hair tousled by the wind. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon in fiery oranges and soft purples, transforming the sprawling metropolis into a dreamscape of shimmering lights.

Here, above the chaos, he felt untouchable—above it all, quite literally.

It fit him perfectly, this notion of dominance over the world below. Gojo Satoru embodied a unique blend of confidence and charisma, as if he had the power to take on the world and win.

Standing beside him, you balanced your drink on the parapet wall, sharing a box of donuts he had insisted on bringing. Each bite tasted sweeter because of the atmosphere—charged with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

"Hey," he broke the comfortable silence. His gaze flickered your way, a familiar mischief dancing in those piercing blue eyes.

You had felt it the moment he orchestrated this little outing—ordering takeout and sweet-talking Ijichi into playing delivery boy for your things, whisking you away in the blink of an eye to some rooftop far above the chaos of the city. His intentions were layered, and you found yourself intrigued, captivated by the effort he'd put into this.

Gojo loved heights, but you began to see that it wasn't just the view; it was about the thrill of being above everything, a perspective that mirrored his approach to life. He always chose the best spots, always knew how to make things special, as if everything were part of a grand plan that only he understood.

With the sun's golden light wrapping around him, you marveled at how it transformed his cerulean blue eyes, making them glow like gemstones. A warmth settled in your chest, something more profound than mere attraction.

"Think sweets are still bitter next to me?"

His playful challenge drew your attention, that glint in his eyes told you that he hadn't forgotten the words you'd thrown back at him the last time you were here.

"Could be the donuts," you replied, maintaining your calm demeanor, raising the treat as if pondering its merits. "Or maybe it's just... you."

A hint of surprise flickered across his face, followed by an amused grin. You had successfully piqued his interest. He leaned in closer, his intent clear as he snagged a bite from your hand, lips brushing against your fingers.

The subtle, yet tantalizing motion sparked a warmth deep within you.

Just as he straightened, your other hand reached for his hoodie, pulling him closer. You leaned in, brushing your lips against the corner of his mouth, capturing a smudge of chocolate.

You knew you were tempting fate, but why should you be the only one grappling with these desires and longing for him?

"Messy," you murmured, lingering just enough to feel his warmth. "But sweet. It tastes better this way."

His breath hitched, eyes darkening with desire as he watched you, a hunger lurking just beneath the surface. It was intoxicating, the way he gazed at you as if you held the universe in your hands.

"You know," he started, voice dropping to a low, playful whisper, "I've been pondering something." A smirk danced at the corners of his lips, mischief sparking in his eyes. "Aren't girlfriends supposed to steal their guy's food? Why am I getting away with it?"

You tilted your head just slightly, gazing at him through half-lidded eyes, your expression quietly enticing. "Savor your bites, Satoru. Chew with your mouth closed," you murmured smoothly.

"You're dodging me." He teased softly, as if he were unraveling a secret. Then leaned closer, his intent palpable.

You countered seductively, "Who says I'm dodging? Maybe you're the one playing the girlfriend in this twisted game of ours."

His laughter resonated across the rooftop, rich and unrestrained, and the sound wrapped around you like a familiar melody. "You might be onto something." The humor melted into a warmth, his gaze trailing over your face with an unspoken tenderness. "So, does that mean I get to steal your food whenever I feel like it?"

A pause stretched between you, the cool evening air whispering against your skin. You inhaled slowly, maintaining that calm facade. "If I care about someone, I want them to have the best. My favorites included."

The simplicity of your words held weight, revealing a rare glimpse of vulnerability—a deeper connection that you rarely showcased. Sharing the things you cherished most was your way of expressing love, offering pieces of yourself that remained hidden from the world.

And Gojo? He always understood the silence that accompanied your words.

"Sweet," he admitted, leaning in so close that the intoxicating scent of his cologne enveloped you, brushing against your nose like a caress. "Now I can't help but want to... bite you."

The temptation stirred within you. You chuckled softly, your free hand grazing his cheek, your fingers lingering just a moment too long. "You're welcome to try, love." The term slipped effortlessly from your lips, as if it were nothing, but the shift in the air between you both said otherwise.

He froze. Mid-movement, donut forgotten, his eyes widened for the briefest second before something shifted in his expression. That playful smile of his darkened, edged with a sharper, more dangerous amusement.

"You," he started, closing the space between you, "just called me by a pet name. And you didn't even stutter?"

"Did I?"

The way he regarded you, made your heart flutter even as you maintained your composed demeanor. "Oh, you did. And don't think you can slip out of this one." He mumbled huskily. "I think I deserve to hear it again."

"Deserve it, huh?"

"Call it an ego boost." Gojo's shoulders relaxed as he leaned back against the railing, his posture casual, but his eyes never leaving you. Arms crossed over his chest, the smirk that tugged at his lips was maddeningly self-assured. "But yeah," he drawled, voice dripping with amusement. "I want it."

Your lips barely moved, curving into a faint, enigmatic smile as you lifted your drink from the parapet wall. Taking a slow, deliberate sip, you held his gaze—unyielding, unfazed by his usual charm. The space between you seemed to shrink, each second stretching longer.

"And what's in it for me?" Your voice came out soft, but there was an undeniable weight behind it—a subtle challenge, laced with a hint of intrigue.

"That depends." He straightened just slightly, the motion almost imperceptible, but you could feel the shift in his energy, the air thickening with it. "What is it you're after?"

You leaned back, feigning a casual indifference, but the tension was undeniable, pulsing between the two of you like a tether stretched to its limits. "What do you have to offer, hmm?"

"For you?" He paused, letting the words settle, his eyes never leaving yours. "Everything." The weight behind that single word was palpable, his tone shifting, his usual teasing laced with something deeper, more dangerous. "So, go on." His voice dipped lower, smoother, "Let me hear your request."

His gaze burned into you, a slow, deliberate drag over your features that set your skin ablaze. The curse energy that surrounded him, normally playful and free, felt heavier now, pressing in on you, coiling in the air like smoke. His presence alone was intoxicating—effortless, yet potent. And you felt it; the primal stir in your chest, the unmistakable heat that spread through your veins.

You held his gaze, unmoved. Lips parted, but you let the silence stretch for a moment longer, savoring the subtle flicker in his expression—anticipation, curiosity, desire, all tightly coiled beneath that ever-present smirk.

"Everything, huh?" You asked, sultrily, with just enough of a challenge to keep him on edge. Slowly, deliberately, you let your fingers graze the rim of your plastic cup, watching his eyes follow the movement. "That's a bold offer, Satoru."

His smirk stayed firmly in place, but you noticed the shift—the way his eyes darkened slightly, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. "Boldness is my thing." He shrugged, almost nonchalantly. "You wouldn't want me any different."

"And who says I want you at all?"

The grin on his face widened, flashing teeth in the dim light. "Don't." His voice dropped to a teasing warning, a tone that sent a shiver down your spine. Even though he played around a lot, you knew he wasn't joking about this. The intensity in his gaze was unmistakable. "Keep that up, and you'll have me reminding you exactly who you want."

A familiar ache stirred between your legs. No, it wasn't new. You'd known for a while what you desired from him, even if you refused to admit it aloud.

"Remind me?" Your voice was soft, seductive, with a hint of provocation. "I didn't think you'd be this easy to reel in."

"Reel me in?" he repeated. "You can try, but don't forget—I always win."

The air between you grew heavier, thick with the weight of something more than just flirtation. His presence was overwhelming, a palpable force, his curse energy simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to erupt.

Unfazed, you leaned in closer, letting the tension pull tighter, your gaze steady. His warmth, the scent of him—crisp, with a subtle spice—wrapped around you, intoxicating. "Then go ahead, Satoru," you whispered, voice dark, laced with temptation. "Make your move."

For a split second, something in his expression shifted. His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up, burning with a desire that had you holding your breath. He inched closer, the space between you almost nonexistent, his breath a whisper against your skin.

"Careful," he warned, voice low, the edge in his tone unmistakable. "I might take you up on that." His words were a tease, but there was a seriousness lurking beneath, a promise.

"And if that's exactly what I want?" Your gaze didn't waver, your lips parting slightly as you tilted your head. The challenge in your eyes was unmistakable—calm, controlled, but daring him to take it further.

You knew how he played, how he thrived on pushing boundaries, but you weren't one to be easily toyed with.

His breath stilled for just a second, a shadow of restraint flickering before it vanished entirely. That glint in his eyes deepened, sharper now, like a predator closing in on its prey. "You really want to play with fire?" His voice dropped, silky and dangerous. "Because once I get a taste, I won't be stopping until I've had my fill."

"I do." You admitted, watching the slight dilation in his pupils, the shift that made him look almost... unhinged, dangerous in the best way. "So go ahead, love," you leaned in, your breath ghosting his lips provokingly, "set me on fire."