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

191 ~ Hundred And Ninety-One 🔞

[G]ojo was never one to settle, never content with just one taste, one moment, or one victory. He thrived on excess, on pushing boundaries, on driving you past the edge only to pull you back and do it all over again.

So when he finished, it wasn't the end—it was just the beginning.

Your chest heaved, limbs trembling as you tried to catch your breath, the sensation of him still pulsing deep inside you. For a second, you thought he'd give you a moment to recover, maybe let you bask in the afterglow. But when your hazy gaze met his, the intensity in his eyes told you otherwise.

"Don't think we're done yet, Y/N," he murmured, his voice rough and low, laced with that unmistakable cocky arrogance. His fingers trailed up your thighs, lingering at the sensitive skin before gripping you tightly, keeping you in place. His gaze flickered over your flushed body, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm not nearly finished with you."

You let out a soft whimper, your body still reeling from the intensity of your last climax, but his words sent a new rush of heat straight to your core. You tried to protest, a half-hearted laugh slipping from your lips, but he silenced you with a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, claiming you all over again.

It was overwhelming, his presence, his touch—like he was everywhere at once, surrounding you, consuming you.

"Satoru—" You gasped against his lips, your voice shaky, pleading almost.

But he didn't stop. He never stopped. Not when he could see how your body responded to him, how every inch of you begged for more, even if your mind wasn't ready to admit it. His lips curled into a devilish smile as he pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your ear.

"Shh, don't play coy now. I know you can handle it," he whispered, his voice a dangerous mix of seduction and amusement.

Before you could protest, he moved again, his hips pulling back slowly, deliberately, before thrusting into you with an unrelenting force that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as he set a relentless pace, each thrust deeper, harder than the last.

Your body arched, overwhelmed by the sensation, every nerve alight with raw pleasure. It was too much, and yet, not enough. You wanted more—needed more. And he knew it.

"Satoru, love—" You moaned, your voice barely above a whisper, but he heard you. Of course, he did.

"Love what?" He teased, his tone dark and mocking, his movements never slowing. He reveled in the way you were practically begging, in the way your body writhed beneath him, completely at his mercy. "Use your words, Y/N."

You tried to speak, tried to form coherent thoughts, but it was impossible. All you could do was gasp as he drove you closer and closer to the edge again, your body shaking from the force of his thrusts. He watched you, eyes glowing with that insufferable confidence, like he knew exactly how to unravel you.

"You're so fucking gorgeous when you're desperate for me." His voice was rough, filled with a possessiveness that made your pulse quicken. His hand slid between your bodies, thumb pressing to your clit, teasing slow, agonizing circles that had you arching beneath him. His breath fanned over your neck as he purred, "Come on, Y/N. Let go for me. You know you want to."

It was your undoing. His relentless rhythm, the heat radiating off his body, and the expert way his fingers worked you had you spiraling toward another climax. You barely had time to register it—your body reacted instinctively, tightening around him as waves of pleasure crashed through you, this time fiercer, more consuming than before. Your legs trembled, your thighs quivered as you drenched him, uncontrollable and feverish.

A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat, feeling you clamp around him. His grip tightened on your hips, his thrusts harder and faster, driving every ounce of your release out of you. But he wasn't even close to done. He never was.

As your body trembled beneath him, still reeling from the high, he slowed, his movements deliberate and torturous. His smirk was wicked as he tipped you to your side, giving you just enough time to catch your breath before he began again, the pace building once more, as if he was starting all over, dragging you back into the fire.

"Think you're finished?" he chuckled, dark and smug, his eyes glinting as they drank in the sight of you, completely undone. "You forget who you're with, babe. I could ruin you all night."

A whimper slipped from your lips, your body oversensitive, every nerve screaming from the intensity, but the low rumble of his voice sent a fresh wave of heat through you. It didn't matter how much he pushed you—he knew how to break you down and pull you right back in, an intoxicating cycle you couldn't escape.

"Fuck, Satoru—" you gasped, fingers digging into the couch as he drove into you, relentless, each thrust harder than the last, pushing you deeper into the cushions.

He growled in response, his hips snapping into yours with renewed force, the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies colliding filling the room. Sweat and heat and desire mixed into the air between you, driving both of you closer to the edge again.

His lips brushed against your ear, his voice low and dripping with arrogance. "Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, each word laced with lust and command. "Tell me you need more."

A dark smile curled your lips, even as your body ached from the overwhelming pleasure. You turned your head slightly, eyes locking with his as you choked out, "You know I need more." Your voice was breathless, desperate, the very thing he craved. "So give me everything, Satoru."

His grin widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he slammed into you, harder, deeper, his breath ragged as he took what was his, the room filled with the sounds of lust and the dangerous, beautiful rhythm only the two of you could create.