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

11 ~ Eleven

"Now that I think about it, it's been a while since I've had a little fun." Gojo Satoru's voice carried a hint of mischievousness as he spoke, leaning against the sink, one hand exploring the contours of his muscles with deliberate slowness.

You observed, a blend of confusion and intrigue flickering across your expression, your throat tightening and you swallowed thickly at the anticipation of what he was about to do.

Feeling awkward and slightly flustered, you tried to avert your gaze, giving Gojo Satoru some semblance of privacy.

However, with him standing so close, naked, it was nearly impossible not to steal glances at his dangerously hot, rippled physique.

From his chiseled abs to his defined v-line, every inch of him, including the angry scar starting at the base of his neck and stretching halfway down his torso, exuded raw power and allure.

You cleared your throat inwardly, forcing yourself to turn your face to the side, attempting to focus on anything but the sight before you.

Yet, the sound of his raspy breaths and occasional groans filled the small space, making it increasingly difficult to ignore the intensity of the moment unfolding mere inches away from you.

"F-Fuck," his moan echoed in the small space, igniting a primal response within you.

You clenched your legs tightly, desperately hoping to quell the burgeoning ache between them. From the corner of your eyes, you could sense his stroking gesture as he continued to pleasure himself.

As Gojo Satoru's needy moans, groans, and ferocious growls filled the room, the temptation to stare grew stronger with each passing second.

When a bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, paused momentarily at his chin, and then landed on your arm, you couldn't help but instinctively turn your gaze towards it, then back to his face.

The scene was utterly mesmerizing.

His face, a blend of ecstasy and frustration, contorted into a sharp scowl, with his lips parted slightly as he exhaled steam. Cheeks flushed crimson, only adding to his appeal, while the blindfold over his eyes heightened the erotic intensity of his expression.

For a moment, Gojo Satoru was a captivating spectacle before your eyes. His godly handsomeness and allure were undeniable, even to you.

As you witnessed him in such a vulnerable state, you couldn't help but wonder how many other women had been fortunate enough to behold this sight.

Feeling your curious and intrigued gaze upon him, Gojo Satoru was tempted to abandon his facade. He briefly considered pulling you up by your arm and indulging you in passion, fucking you hard against the sink. The thought of witnessing your own aroused expression sparked his curiosity, igniting a desire to experience your pleasure firsthand.

Driven by this impulse, he found himself on the brink of release, his length throbbing with anticipation.

With a tilt of his head back and a throaty groan, he let go. "Fuck. Cumming," he exclaimed as he released himself, spilling some of his seeds onto your face, marking your skin with evidence of his arousal.

In that moment, as he gazed down into the depth of your dark eyes filled with fascination, he made a decision.

You intrigued him, and he yearned to explore more exhilarating experiences with you.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the sink, catching his breath for a minute, his length hovering inches from your face.

He could feel your hot breath on it but played it cool, pretending you weren't even there. Before he could get too worked up again, he straightened up, turning on the tap to rinse off, and ran a hand through his already messy hair.

"Ouff. That's better," he said, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he grabbed a bath bomb and headed for the tub.

Settling into the warm water, breathing steadily to soothe his nerves, you blinked a couple of times, face still dripping with his cum.

You looked dazed, like you were having trouble processing what just went down.

Seeing you like that, Gojo felt like he had scored one for himself, and you'd taken a hit.

That's what you got for telling him he stinks.

With a satisfied grin, he relaxed into the bath, feeling pretty good about how things turned out.