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

192 ~ Hundred And Ninety-Two 🔞

[R]uin. That's what you had asked for, and Gojo Satoru—being who he was—had delivered—taking your request in every possible way. Physically. Mentally. He'd left nothing untouched, nothing unclaimed. What you hadn't expected was how thoroughly he'd break you down, only to pull you back together again, just so he could do it all over.

The weekend had passed in a blur of sweat-slicked skin, breathless moans, and relentless pleasure. Whenever you weren't eating, showering, or stealing moments of sleep, he was fucking you. Pounding into you with the kind of energy only he had. Healing you up by infusing his reverse cursed energy when your body couldn't take it anymore, just to destroy you again.

Now, it was Monday. And you were a wreck, lying there on your stomach, face buried in the pillows, while he thrust into you—again. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the room, mixed with the low growls of his voice and your whimpers.

"Sa-toru... no more," you breathed, your voice coming out in a desperate whisper. Every inch of your body was raw, worn from the endless hours of pleasure he'd put you through. You couldn't even lift your head, the weight of his presence keeping you pinned.

His response? A low chuckle, that familiar dark edge in his voice. "C'mon, just a little more, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything, just feel me." He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his lips lingering like a promise he wasn't planning to break.

You shuddered, not from the cold, but from the way he made your body sing with just his touch. The exhaustion was overwhelming, your muscles trembling, but the pleasure... gods, the pleasure was addictive. Despite everything, you still craved him, and he knew it. He always knew it.

His hips rolled into you, slow and deliberate now, drawing out every second. "You look so good like this," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "All fucked out and pretty. Can't get enough of you."

It was insane how good it felt, even when you had no energy left. You'd stopped counting how many times he'd made you come hours ago, your mind too far gone, but he hadn't stopped once. Not even a pause.

You should've felt replenished after hours of sleep, but instead, you were spent—wrecked to the point where even breathing felt like a task. You groaned into the pillow, trying to remember what normal even felt like. Your entire existence had been reduced to this—his hands gripping your hips, his cock buried deep, and your mind slipping between pleasure and delirium.

And yet, he still saw you as beautiful, even now when you knew you looked like you'd been through hell.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he leaned down to kiss the back of your head. "I can go all day, you know." His tone was playful, teasing, but with that dangerous edge you knew too well. "But you... you might not survive me."

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling you briefly back to reality. You groaned, trying to reach for it, your fingers brushing the edge of the screen. But Gojo wasn't having it. His arms locked around your waist, keeping you right where he wanted you.

"Let it ring," he whispered against your ear, his voice a velvet command. "Whatever it is, it can wait."

"Nngh... Satoru... I-I need to take that," you barely managed to get out, your body betraying you as another wave of pleasure built inside you. You felt him smile against your skin, smug and unbothered, his hips picking up pace again.

"You're not going anywhere, babe," he hummed, thrusting deeper, making your breath hitch. "Tell me you don't want me right now, and I'll stop."

The challenge was clear in his voice. And you knew, even if you wanted to say the words, you couldn't. Not with him still buried inside you, filling every inch of you, making your brain short-circuit with every roll of his hips.

The phone buzzed again, this time more insistent. You finally managed to grab it, the screen flashing Shoko. Of course it was her. You pressed it to your ear, swallowing a moan as Satoru's pace slowed, but his cock still pulsed inside you, the sensation enough to make you bite down on your lip.

"H-Hey, Shoko... what's up?" you rasped, trying and failing to sound normal. You could practically hear the smirk in her voice when she responded.

"Yaga's been trying to get through to Satoru all morning. Figured you two were... busy." Her tone was dry, but you knew she was rolling her eyes on the other end. "Tell him to pull out for a minute and answer his phone."

Your eyes flicked to Satoru, who had heard everything. His lips quirked up into that infuriating grin of his. He leaned closer, his voice a hushed growl in your ear. "Tell her we'll be there in a few hours," he said, punctuating the sentence with a sharp thrust that had you biting back a moan.

"Satoru..." you groaned, giving him a warning look as he kept his steady pace, slow but deep. He loved pushing you to the edge, and you hated how much you loved it too.

"Okay, Shoko. We'll be there... in a few hours," you managed, your voice cracking at the end as another wave of pleasure rolled through you.

The second you hung up, Satoru's pace quickened, his hands gripping your hips harder as he pulled you back against him, deeper, faster. The phone slipped from your hand, forgotten as your body gave in to the overwhelming sensation, your back arching, mouth falling open as the orgasm tore through you.

You clenched around him, your body trembling as you came hard, his name falling from your lips in a broken gasp. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly as you shook in his grip, his hips driving into you relentlessly, prolonging your release until you were nothing but a shaking mess beneath him.

"Satoru... p-please," you whimpered, your voice hoarse from the constant onslaught of pleasure. You didn't even know what you were begging for anymore, but he didn't care. He was lost in you, his breath ragged against your skin, his body pressing into yours as he chased his own release.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stilled inside you, his grip on you tightening as he groaned low in your ear, his release filling you. You felt him shudder, his body collapsing against yours, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing. Your body ached, your mind a mess of tangled thoughts, but you felt... complete. Utterly wrecked, but in the best possible way.

"You could at least let me sleep a few hours..." you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck. "Shh..." he coaxed, his hips rolling into you again, and you gasped, your breath hitching. "Just let me ruin you a little longer." His voice was dark, possessive. And despite your exhaustion, your body responded to him, aching for more.

Because this was what Gojo Satoru did. He broke you down, only to rebuild you, making sure you belonged to him in every possible way.

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March 12, 19:18 PM

The sun was dipping below the horizon by the time you arrived at Jujutsu Tech, the cool evening air clinging to your skin.