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

190 ~ Hundred And Ninety 🔞

[Y]ou didn't care. In fact, truth be told, you were aching for it. Craving the way he'd wreck you, desperate for him to take control and break you down, piece by piece. Your hands slid up to his face, fingers curling against his skin as you pulled him closer, guiding his lips to yours in a silent command to silence that cocky mouth of his.

A low chuckle rumbled from him, his breath hot against your lips as he smirked. His teeth caught your bottom lip, a teasing graze that sent a sharp wave of pleasure straight through you, making your already shaking body tremble harder. His hands tightened on your hips, possessive and unyielding, like he had no intention of ever letting you go.

He quickened his pace, each thrust more intense, rougher, the rhythm of skin meeting skin filling the space between your ragged breaths and the occasional, deeper groans that tore from his throat as he buried himself inside you, claiming you entirely.

Each thrust was merciless, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again until the pressure in your lower abdomen began to coil tighter. You couldn't stop the way your body responded to him, moving in perfect rhythm as your back arched off the couch, nails digging into his shoulder blades, marking his skin.

"Satoru—fuck," you whimpered, breathless, his name spilling from your lips like a broken prayer.

His pace never faltered. If anything, your voice seemed to drive him further, spurring him to move even harder, faster, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear again, voice low and ragged, "Come on, Y/N... I can feel you... You're so fucking close. Give it to me."

His words sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through your veins, the tension inside you coiling impossibly tighter. You were teetering on the edge, so close that the world around you seemed to blur, your senses honing in on the overwhelming feeling of him filling you, the way your body trembled beneath his touch.

And then he changed the angle, slamming into you at a slightly different angle that sent a burst of white-hot pleasure flooding through your body. It was too much.

Your release hit you like a freight train, ripping through you with such intensity that your vision went white for a second, your body arching off the couch, thighs quivering uncontrollably. You came undone, a slick mess pooling between your legs, his name a choked cry on your lips.

Gojo groaned at the sight of you unraveling beneath him, his grip on your hips tightening as he rode you through the aftershocks, each thrust still deliberate, calculated to prolong your pleasure.

"That's it," he muttered, voice thick with lust. "That's what I wanted... So fucking beautiful when you come undone for me."

You barely had a moment to recover, still gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided. But Gojo wasn't done with you. His thrusts became sloppier, his breathing ragged, and you could tell he was close—so close.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice rough and strained as his hand found its way to your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His eyes burned into yours, blue and intense, locking you in place as he ground out the words. "I want you to watch when I fuck you like this."

You couldn't look away, even if you wanted to. The heat in his gaze, the way his expression was twisted in lust and raw desire, had you completely entranced. His movements became erratic, his pace faltering as he chased his own release.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep, the groan that rumbled through his chest so low it was almost a growl. You could feel the way his muscles tensed, the way his grip on your waist tightened as he spilled into you, filling every inch of you.

And gods, he was a sight—glorious, even.

The sharp clench of his jaw, the vein that pulsed just beneath his skin, a thin sheen of sweat glistening over his brow. His eyes, though half-lidded and heavy, still held that crystalline brilliance, as if they could see right through you, tearing you apart and putting you back together with nothing but a glance.

You stared up at him, mesmerized. So fucking beautiful... too perfect for someone like you, yet somehow, he was here, tangled up in your world, your body.