❝Whispers In The Dark❞ || Gojo x reader

Chapter 7

Warning:Sexual context

"What's up (y / n)? Are you ashamed?" asked the Gojo as his hands wandered over the exposed areas of skin. "You should not. You're cute." he whispered in your ear, the sweetness in his voice making you sick.

He walked over to the large tub filling it with warm water. You were standing there with your red face clenching your thighs and covering yourself with your hands. He was very amused to see your figure completely naked and still. Clean skin and one bite mark on the arm. All his. He pulled off his shirt and pants while standing in front of you in black boxer shorts. The material curved on its hardening member, emphasizing its entire outline. You didn't want to look in his direction, though it was tempting to look.

"Do not worry. I won't take it off. Come." He stretched out his hand to you to come to him, but you did not move even a step. First of all, you did not want to approach him, secondly, you would not shake his hand due to the fact that it is not only thanks to them that you can cover yourself. He sighed as he came over to you and stood behind you, pushing you towards the bathtub.

He told you to come in, but you nothing.

"You make me so tough with such innocent behavior..." he whispered seductively in your ear. "If you don't get in there right now, I'll make you take care of it." he pressed his crotch to your ass, fitting his length between your buttocks. You squeaked in protest when he lightly pushed. You quickly got into the tub so he couldn't see too much and he slapped your buttock.

In the bathtub, you quickly pressed your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. You heard the splash of water behind you and then felt the Gojo's legs on either side of you. He sat down in the tub behind you, holding you between your legs. He was still in his boxer shorts and he got wet now. Now this position has made his hardening lower body press against your back. The water was high, reaching almost to your shoulders, which made it easier to cover up. You could cover yourself until he pulled your body over his own. He grabbed the unfastened collar, pulling it from your neck, and tossed it somewhere. He reached for a sponge and soap and proudly showed the bottle. A smell that he sure liked and you were supposed to smell like that. Cupcakes. You were supposed to smell like cupcakes... He poured a large amount on the sponge and began rubbing it all over your body. You felt a sweet smell as it washed you. He did not miss any area. Even his one you didn't want him to touch. He was rinsing soap suds from your skin before grabbing a shampoo that was also sweet smelling and rubbing it into your hair.

"Close your eyes." he ordered taking the shower head in his hand before turning it on, washing out the shampoo. You preferred not to have foam in your eye, so you listened to him.

Moments later, when he had already washed you, he left the bathtub, taking off the wet underwear and you quickly turned away.

"I said then that I would not take it off. Now that's different." instead of covering himself, he paraded naked without shame. It ended when he tied a towel around his waist. He grabbed the second one for you waiting for you to leave. Trying to reach as fast as possible and cover herself, she ran on wet tiles, bumping straight into him. He caught you pinning you against him. Attempts to push him away were pointless because he was too stable and didn't move a bit. He unfolded the towel, wiping your hair, ignoring your hands pulling the fabric down your body. It amused him. He finally gave in, allowing you to wrap the towel around you. He didn't give you your clothes to change, just dragged you into the bedroom throwing only his T-shirt.

It was his. You wouldn't like to give him the satisfaction that you were doing what he told you to do, but I guess you had no choice. Either you walk in a towel that can fall off with every move, or you put it on a T-shirt that will cover everything. You preferred the latter so as not to give him the image of you struggling to cover yourself all the time. You grabbed the T-shirt waiting for him to leave the room for you to change, but he stood and watched. He already knew you naked, and he didn't know anything embarrassing about it because he thought you were perfect in every way. However, you still expected him to leave the room, giving you privacy. He approached you, tearing the towel off your body, leaving it in front of him again in its previous state. You quickly grabbed the T-shirt while wearing it and ran out of the room making him laugh. You might not have been able to get away from home, but you might have been hiding somewhere. Only there was nowhere. That's why you ran into the bathroom turning the lock on the door. You already heard his footsteps on the other side. He grasped the handle, pushing on it. As expected, you locked them.

"(y/n) Open that door." He said. He didn't seem cheerful anymore. He was amused when you ran away and walked into the bathroom, but when you locked the door, he got pissed off. You started looking into the bathroom drawers looking for something sharp or anything that would immobilize him for a moment.

"He is the guy. There must be some shavers here." you thought as you rummaged through all the boxes and nooks in the drawers. Nothing. The only things there were toothbrushes, soaps along with other body or hair care products and towels. Nothing else. As if the man wasn't shaving. Or he doesn't keep his things here.

"(y / n) count to three. If you don't open the door within this time, I'll go in there myself." warned. Now all the more you were looking for anything. "1... 2... 3."

The door swung open, blowing in the air. He was standing there. Skin still wet with water, dressed only in sweatpants very angry Gojo. You stepped back from just looking in his direction.

"You didn't think I would come in here. I thought you were a little smarter. I have the keys to all doors in this house." he said, showing a bunch of keys in his hand. As long as you are in this house, you have no chance of hiding from it or running away. "You really want another punishment."