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

189 ~ Hundred And Eighty-Nine 🔞

[H]is tongue brushed against you through the fabric of your underwear, dragging slowly, deliberately. Your body reacted instantly, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you pressed into the warmth of his mouth.

The sensation was dizzying—so fucking good, but nowhere near enough.

Fingers tangling into his hair with a slow drag of your nails against his scalp, you tugged just enough to make his eyes flicker. For a second, his gaze softened—a break in his usual cocky composure—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

His eyes snapped to yours, that insufferable smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He loved this—loved seeing you unravel beneath him, loved knowing he had all the control.

But, just as you were starting to unravel beneath him, he pulled back, taking his time as his hands moved to the waistband of your underwear. Slowly, agonizingly, he peeled them down your legs, his eyes never leaving yours, watching, waiting. His breath ghosted over your bare skin, sending shivers dancing up your spine.

"Why are you giving me that look?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, like he had all the time in the world.

You arched a brow, a sultry smile tugging at your lips. "What look?"

Gojo chuckled, positioning himself lower, his hands firm against the backs of your thighs as he draped your legs over his shoulders. His grip was possessive, locking you in place. "Like I mean the world to you." His breath barely brushed against your exposed core, the heat of his words just out of reach.

A soft laugh escaped you, the sound full of dark allure. "Don't flatter yourself, Satoru." You dragged your fingers through his hair again, letting them linger at the nape of his neck, your gaze burning into his. "But then again, if you... weren't my world, you wouldn't be right where I want you, would you?"

That seemed to catch him off guard—just for a second, his pupils dilating at your words, a flicker of something tender breaking through his lust-driven haze. Then, a smile formed, different from the usual cocky grin. It was softer, almost affectionate. But that tenderness quickly turned predatory again as his mouth descended, tongue licking a slow, deliberate line over your slick folds.

Your body arched in response, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as he worked you expertly, the wet sound of each stroke against your core almost obscene. Pleasure roared through you, every nerve sparking with need, and you swore your body might split in two from the intensity.

"You're playing dirty, Satoru," you growled, a teasing edge lacing your frustration.

His lips curled into a grin against your skin, clearly enjoying the way he unraveled you. "And you love it," he breathed, his lips curling against your skin.

He didn't need to see your face to know how close you were, how your body trembled under his touch. He thrived on it, on knowing he had you teetering on the edge, just waiting to fall.

Another long, torturous lick, and your hips bucked involuntarily, your fingers tightening in his hair. "D-don't—" you tried, the words catching in your throat as your breath hitched.

"Why would I stop?" His voice was mockingly sweet, but the dark edge beneath it made your pulse race. "When you're falling apart so beautifully, right in my hands."

You couldn't argue. Not now. Not when he was working you over so perfectly, every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips making it impossible to think straight. His pace quickened, the wet, obscene sound of him driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the point of no return.

The tension inside you coiled tighter, threatening to snap as you writhed beneath him, gasping for air. You were losing the game, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not when he had you like this—completely at his mercy, your body betraying you with every needy moan, every desperate gasp.

"Satoru—" you choked out, your voice a broken whisper.

He glanced up, eyes flashing with triumph as he pulled you even closer, refusing to let you go. "That's it," he purred, his tone thick with desire. "Let go, Y/N. I've got you."

The last thread of restraint snapped. Pleasure crashed into you like a storm, your body trembling uncontrollably as you gasped for air. It was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation drowning out everything but the feel of his mouth—relentless, insatiable, pushing you past your limit and still demanding more.

You tried, feebly, to close your legs, to stop the flood of pleasure that was too much, too intense. But the moment your thighs tightened, his grip turned vice-like, forcing them apart again. His tongue never paused, his growl low and menacing as it rumbled against you, sending sparks straight to your core.

"Close your legs again," Gojo's voice dripped with something dark, a dangerous edge in his tone, "and see what happens."

Your breath caught, eyes wide as his threat lingered in the air. There was a raw, unhinged promise beneath his words, a fire that only he could wield, and it only made the heat between your thighs burn hotter.

"You're gonna take everything I give you tonight," he murmured, his breath hot against your soaked skin, "like the good girl you are... or you can keep acting like a brat, and I'll treat you like one."

A shiver raced down your spine, his words curling inside you like molten desire. You should have fought back, matched his intensity with your own fire, but your body betrayed you, shaking under the force of what he was doing to you—saying to you.

Your lips parted, desperate for air, desperate for him, as you whimpered through clenched teeth. "Satoru—love—"

Your words faltered as another surge of pleasure slammed into you, ripping through your body like lightning. You came again, harder this time, your legs trembling uncontrollably, your hips bucking up against his face as you shattered into him. The world blurred, all that existed was the white-hot pleasure and the feeling of his tongue coaxing you through every pulse, every shiver.

When he finally pulled back, your body was limp, completely undone, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your skin glistened, slick with sweat and the aftermath of your release, but his face—his lips and chin were smeared with your desire, his eyes gleaming with the same cocky, infuriating satisfaction that made your pulse quicken.

"You look a mess," he muttered with that signature smirk, his voice rough from how deep he had been in you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes gleaming with triumph and something darker. "All for me."

You exhaled a breathless laugh, your chest rising and falling, heat still lingering on your skin. Your gaze, half-lidded but piercing, met his without hesitation, your lips curling into a smirk that dripped with challenge. "All for you, huh?" The way you spoke was slow, deliberate, teasing. "So fucking mean, Satoru. You get off on that?"

His grin only widened, eyes darkening as he slid back up your body, pressing his weight against you. "Oh, don't act like you don't love it," he murmured, voice a low, sinful rasp as his thumb pressed against your swollen lips. The rough pads of his fingers lingered, teasing as his breath grazed your ear. "Didn't you say you wanted me to ruin you?" His tone was laced with smug arrogance, every syllable calculated, dripping with seduction. "Or did you bite off more than you can chew, babe?"

Your fingers slid up his chest, moving slowly, intentionally, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. You met his gaze through dark, half-lidded eyes, your lips curling into a wicked smile. "I can handle more than you think, Satoru." Your voice was a soft purr but dangerously inviting. You shifted, your hand slipping between your bodies, brushing lightly over the hard length straining against his pants. "I love it when you're mean." The words rolled off your tongue, each one dripping with seduction as you drew out the last word.

He watched you like a predator, Six Eyes glowing faintly as his gaze sharpened on your lips, on the way you slid your tongue around his thumb, taking it into your mouth. His breath hitched just for a moment, but you could see the way tension rippled through him, how desire warred with control. You knew exactly what you were doing, and so did he.

"You're dangerous," he growled, voice thick, his restraint barely holding. His thumb slipped free from your lips with a soft pop, and his eyes darkened further as your hand wrapped around him, stroking him slowly, deliberately. "What exactly are you playing at?"

You let out a low, sultry laugh, eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "Just wondering how you'd feel in my mouth," you purred, your hand moving with languid precision. "Don't you want to find out?"

His jaw tightened, a flicker of muscle betraying the fraying of his control. But he wasn't about to let you win that easily. Not tonight. "Not tonight," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he crushed his mouth against yours. The kiss was possessive, bruising, and you could taste yourself off him.

You laughed softly against his lips, breaking away just enough to let your breath mingle with his. "Scared, Satoru?" The challenge dripped from your words, laced with an alluring mischief that flickered in your eyes.

"Scared?" The amusement in his tone sent a thrill through you as he stood tall, shedding the last of his clothes in a single fluid motion, revealing his hard, throbbing cock that seemed to pulse with every breath. "You've got a lot to learn, babe—Gojo Satoru's style." He smirked, voice full of promise as he positioned himself between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips roughly.

Before you could even respond, he thrust into you with a sharp, powerful motion, burying himself deep within you. Your body arched off the couch as a crisp wail tore from your throat, the stretch and fullness pushing you to your limits in an instant.

A low, primal groan escaped him, his fingers digging into your skin, anchoring you beneath him as he claimed you completely.

"F-Fuck," you gasped, the word barely escaping your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist. The overwhelming sensation of him grazing your inner walls was delectable, and all you could do was moan his name, a breathy whisper that dripped with need. "Satoru..."

He smirked, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Still think I'm scared, babe?" He withdrew, only to slam back into you with twice the force, driving you deeper into the cushion.

Your nails dug into his back, clawing at him as he established a brutal rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. "Harder, Satoru," you urged.

His eyes gleamed with wicked delight, a slow grin spreading across his lips as he thrust into you, the sharp slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. "Oh, I'll give you what you crave," he growled, teeth grazing your neck, the heat of his breath igniting a fire within you. "But just know—after this, you won't be walking tomorrow."