Careful What You Wish For...
...Because you just might get it.
The clone you've made of Satoru Gojo is, much unlike the original, quite taken with you. Or, more accurately, you've been taken by him. But you don't mind... right?
This work is part of a series! Read the first part here!
tw: explicit content. dubcon. drugging. yanderes all around. non-consensual cloning. non-consensual exhibitionism, voyeurism, recording.
"See, isn't this just perfect?"
You can't answer, of course, though you don't have to - it is perfect, after all. Satoru knows you very well.
Every last fold of your cunt, every pulse and throb of your clit, the exact degree he should curl his fingers to make you whimper and sob while his other arm squeezes you close and he presses nibbling kisses into your neck.
It's perfect. Everything is. You're so much happier like this.
Oh, he'd tried talking. But there wasn't anything he could say, no combination of words that would alleviate your unfounded fear that he - the actual strongest sorcerer in the world - was somehow an unwilling captive forced to accept your affection.
To fix this, he had to get to the heart of the issue. Dig his fingers deep, deep in, press hard, in long strokes -
"Hngh - nngh!"
You whine, high pitched and pitiful in a way that makes his heart clench. He just can't help it; you're so cute, so helpless, entirely at his mercy, all hazy and fucked out. Satoru kisses your cheek, rubs his thumb over your clit.
"Nnnh..!"
Makes his dick hard, too. You can feel it, can't you? So hard, just for you, just like you trained him. Just like you wanted. Grinding into your ass. Even incoherent, blinded by overstimulation and drugged into docility, you know him.
Satoru can see it all. Your nervous system all lit up, flickering like a dying neon sign. Reward centers glowing like embers as he strokes your poor, tender bud.
There it was - the heart of the issue. Your big beautiful brain; overworked and overwhelmed.
You think too much. Satoru can fix that. And he will - since he's so nice. Since he loves you.
And of course, how could you continue to suspect that he's your captive, if he's the one who takes you captive?
It's poetic, really, when he thinks about it. He really is good at everything. You'll know his love when you see it, because you'll recognize it. The shape of your love, returned to you.
"Ahhh... aughh... hng~"
It's so easy to wrench another orgasm out of you. Your cunt is slick, pliant, so perfectly sized to his long fingers that reach on, press on just the right slot, all while rubbing circles over your clit.
With fascination he watches. Neurons firing off as the pleasure shoots through you, the pure dopamine flooding through your cute little head in the aftermath.
Astonishing. It's like every single thing you do makes him like you more. You're pretty when you cum, pretty when you're pleased, when you're exhausted. Just one look at you and he's hard again, or burning with the urge to snuggle, or spilling with love confessions he know you won't believe.
He can see every single brain cell firing off in your head but he never gets tired of guessing what's on your mind. In fact, it just makes him more curious.
If he didn't know for certain he was a clone - that another Satoru Gojo walked the earth, and had done so for decades - Satoru would truly, genuinely believe that he had been custom-made for you.
"Hey," He nudges your shoulder, tipping your face up to look him in the eyes.
Glassy, dreamy, there's only the barest stirring of recognition in your gaze, but that's okay. He can work with that.
"Who loves you most in the whole wide world? Hm?" Satoru purrs, cupping your cheek with one hand.
Your head presses into his hand, like you don't even have the strength to hold it up.
So weak - so adorable. Something hot and thrilling churns in his chest at the thought; like you're weak, something that needs protecting. Needs him.
"Who?" He urges, nuzzling his face close to yours. "Who loves you most? Tell me, baby, and you'll get a reward~"
"Ah... hhhn..." Oh, poor, pretty thing. Not a thought going on in your head.
"It's me!" He says, laughing, kissing you on the mouth. Tasting you with a flick of his tongue over your limp one. Pulling away, licking his lips. "It's Satoru. Can you say that for me? Sa~to~ru~"
"S-sato..." Slumping forward, you nearly fall, but Satoru's arm is ready to pull you back against him.
"Baby..." He kisses up against your cheek, "Come on, you can do better than that. Wake up for me, okay? Don't you wanna come out and talk?"
A hand reaches up, over your brow, stroking gently. Tenderly.
"Tell me who," He breathes, hooking his head over your shoulder with a sigh, "Tell me who loves you most in the world, baby... you've got to practice this..."
"Satoru... How did you...?" Your eyes blink, slow and bleary, dilating until they focus on him - where they should be.
"There you go," Satoru crows, though you probably don't remember his question.
With a gentle hand caressing your hair and an even softer smile, he kneels at your bedside. Give you a view of his pretty face you like to stare at so much.
See, he's generous. Nicer than you'd been. But that's okay - he likes being nice to you. He likes you.
Even if it was going to take a hundred years to get that through your poor, neurotic, anxious little brain; he'd enjoy every second of it.
"How...?" You murmur, eyes focusing onto him.
That's his darling. Always overthinking. But he did a good job - it's okay to brag a big, right?
"The biometric locks were sealed with your eyes," Satoru says, grinning widely, "So that's what I used."
His fingers trace over your temple. Thumb feathering past your eyelid, your fluttering lashes.
A nail digs into the skin at the edge of your eye. Pressing hard, harder, enough to draw blood. Your eyes widen - he can see the alarm bells ringing.
"Don't worry," He laughs, pulling his hand back, licking the blood off. Your gaze is heavy on him, locked in. Like it should be.
Satoru leans in close, kissing at the cut on your temple. Licking over it. There's heat there, and something else; he relishes how your body tenses in confusion at it.
He pulls away, lips stained red, and swipes his fingers over your temple once again. Pulls them away to show them to you - unbloodied.
"Reverse curse technique," He half-crows, licking his lips while he stares down at you.
The shock is naked on your face. Really? It's that surprising?
"I've got to say, I'm a little offended," He lurches forward, leaning over you. Crossing his arms and resting his head on them, "Don't tell me you thought I was like that loser. I can use it on myself as well as others. It's really not that hard, he just sucks."
"I - you took out my eyes?" Your whole form stiffens up, heart lurching, "While I slept?! How did I not wake up?"
Ohhhhhh, that's what it was.
With a laugh, he pulls out another hand, "That one's actually really easy when I can see your central nervous system. Here - "
"You can see-"
A finger taps, gently, in the center of your forehead, and your words stop in their tracks. You stare forward, almost puzzled for a second, and then your eyes roll back as you slump over, asleep.
"Night~" Satoru says, crooning your name as he kisses over your forehead, smoothing your hair back.
Gently, he sets you down on the bed, settling you carefully into place while he lies next to you, holding you against his chest.
His smile is brilliant as he snaps the picture.
Of course, the whole area where you were was covered in cameras, too, but who didn't love a good selfie? Satoru knows someone who'd like it.
He gets why you have the setup. Really, it's perfect - he can watch you all day if he wants to. You're always asleep when he's not there, though - it would be downright cruel otherwise. Why have you awake only to leave you all by yourself?
It'd ruin all your progress, if you've even made any yet. Poor thing. It hurts his heart just to think of how you'd feel, lonely and abandoned like that.
Thought, he has to admit, it would be ever so lovely to come home to you after that. But it remains just that, a daydream, something to amuse himself with as he watches you on the camera feed.
A little sigh escapes him. Lovestruck. He can't help it, really, you're just that cute.
And up here in this lab, he really does have all the angles.
Not just of what he's done with you, but also what you've been doing him, since his very earliest memories.
All his training sessions, the fun ones, and the agonizing ones. Your punishments, your rewards. Every moment of fun or affection together.
Mostly, though, he's compiling the training.
Little vignettes of how you'd stuck that cock ring on him, left him home alone to moan and squirm and cry, unable to get over the edge. How you'd cooed at him, whispered in his ear, forced him to confess his love and devotion for you when you finally allowed him release -
Ahhh. Fond memories. And how can he forget you showing him how to eat you out? That was a fun one, too, not really laced with pain, just your playful hand tugging in his hair, a tweak against his nipples, or a foot on his dick.
God, he wants you to step on his dick again. It felt so fucking good having you grind into it, with force, he'd burned with desire and heat and the overwhelming need to explode all over you.
Other times, too, where you'd showed him how to enjoy any touch on his cock. It all felt good, coming from you; your hands, your foot, your tits, your cunt.
One time you'd made him cum just from tweaking his nipples - that was such a treat. Took you days of edging him to tears, begging for release, but you were right in the end; he could do it.
Satoru could do anything if it was for you.
He's too impatient, too horny to try to cum like that again, not when he can just stick his cock inside your sweet, welcoming cunt at will. But he remembers the lesson.
Right now, it's you who needs training. And he puts that together, too. Some of the best pieces are there!
How you're limp in his arms as he makes you ride him, bouncing you up and down on his cock while you ragdoll against his shoulder, panting and whimpering and clinging to him weakly for dear life.
Another time where he has you in his lap again, but this time facing away from him. How his long fingers press down on your tongue and you drool on it, suckling mindlessly while he creams your cute little cunt.
What better way to teach you how much he wants you than showing you over and over again how hard you make him? Not very creative, he'll admit, but he's got time. He can think of more ideas.
Other than that, he's here to watch over the "original". See if there are any tricks left.
It was confusing for a bit, watching him. He figured out all the limitless techniques easily enough - those were fine - but it took a while to learn how to use reverse cursed energy. And a bit longer to use it on someone else.
You'd gotten a bruise from walking into something while climbing out of bed. Satoru would have pulled you away - but you'd had him all tied up for some punishment or another.
Just goes to show, you didn't know what was best for you. Your anxiety was hurting you. Stopping him from protecting you.
It felt like such a relief when he finally was able to heal you up. Finally, he had mastered all the techniques of the original - he could stand as his equal.
Except, Satoru Gojo - Gojo, rather - can't perform reverse curse technique on other people. He teaches first years, the most vulnerable students, often by tossing them directly into danger to fight on their own... and he can't heal other people?
And then he'd watched more and more, waiting to see what was so good about this guy. What he had that made you fall in love to begin with.
Snarky humor? Maybe, but Satoru's just as funny (if not more). Insulting attitude? That would just make your insecurity worse. Looks? They're great and all, but they're identical. Confidence?
Well, if it was his confidence that had roped you in, Satoru's got heaps of that as well.
It's crazy, how hard he's searched this loser's life for a single redeeming moment or feature.
No hobbies. No friends, really. No girlfriends for sure. Satoru kind of suspects he doesn't have regular sex - or worse... he couldn't be a virgin, right?
Satoru hasn't seen Gojo satisfy a single woman (or man) since he started watching, but maybe his personality was just that repulsive, despite having the world's most perfect body?
Honestly, he's drawing a real blank here. Why doesn't this guy do anything but work? Satoru puts together that the dude is killing curses (which can't be captured on video) but like... so what?
He's got money. He's got looks. He's got confidence. Why is he alone all the time? Is it really just because he's afraid someone will get hurt and he can't heal them?
What an absolute chump. Just learn how to do it. How can he suck this badly? Is he stupid?
It haunts his mind. Satoru wonders if maybe Gojo is just so genuinely unlikeable that he's never had a friend before and doesn't know what human companionship is like.
Can't miss what you've never had, right? That would make sense. It's really the only explanation for turning down someone like you.
That's what plants the idea, he thinks. Or so he tells himself.
But deep down, he knows it's just about his ego. The stinging thought that no matter how you loved Satoru now, you'd loved Gojo first.
It's okay, though. You have Gojo's number on your phone -
And Satoru know just what to send him.
Gojo had to admit - you were determined.
What you were determined to do by sending him all these videos and pictures of yourself with the admittedly convincing doppelganger (if it hadn't been straight video editing magic), he wasn't sure, but you were determined.
"Oh, happy for you babe. But keep it between you and him next time, yeah? Little creepy of you to share all this with some stranger."
No response. Just more videos.
"Listen, I don't care about your sex life. This is getting kinda cringey and desperate. He's not even that good-looking."
The guy in the videos is eerily good-looking, actually. The closer he looks, the more it... it really does look like him.
And like the freak you are, you call the guy his name. Satoru.
"Seriously, stop it or I'm blocking you."
It doesn't stop. It never stops. If anything, it gets more risqué. More... obscene.
The double of him in the videos gets more desperate. More clingy. Begging on his hands and knees, clawing at your thighs, crying in your lap for a taste of your cunt.
"What's wrong with you? Fucking freak. How funny would you find it if I were sending you this kind of shit? Lay off."
The voice sounds like him too, but he's never said those words. Certainly not with your name attached to them. I love you, I love you, you're my whole world, my everything, I swear, I love you, it's like a chorus.
"This is so obviously desperate and staged. I feel sorry for you. Not enough for the pity fuck you're hoping for, though, so fuck off."
It's so like him it's starting to get really fucking creepy. They say everyone has a person who looks exactly like them but this is just too much.
Gojo knows you watch him, spy on him, you even stole some of his things back in the day - you'd sent an apology text and he hadn't heard from you since. Though he could still tell you were watching, it wasn't all the time.
But where would you get footage to edit something like this together? You couldn't possibly be this good.
What was this? What the fuck did you want?
And then - he sees it.
It's not obvious. Only in a scene later on. He can only tell by watching, re-watching carefully. Even with the six eyes, on video it's hard to see.
A bruise. On your upper thigh. Barely there anymore, but he sees it.
And then. The double, your hired whore or whoever he is, kissing up your leg, mouth watering for your cunt -
After he passes over the bruise, it's gone. Completely. Like it was never there.
Like it was healed.
Except, you're not a sorcerer. You could see curses - even had some cursed energy - but you have no curse technique. No way could you pull off reverse curse technique.
And as time goes on he starts to notice other things.
At first, he didn't block you because he was curious. It looked like him in the thumbnail, after all. You were basically sending him your homemade porn, it was only polite to take a look!
Plus, maybe you were having some kind of episode or something. It could be a cry for help!
If he jerked off to one or two of them... or more... if he got hard seeing his own face painted in desperation, laving over your cunt, red-eyed and teary as hands tug in his hair... if he bought a cock ring for himself and stroked along to the body double's agony, edging until he gets to the part where you come home and let him open...
If he gets hard every time he sees you've texted him a new video, it was just porn.
It's not his fault, either. He told you to stop, and you didn't! In fact, you never responded to any of his texts. Didn't pick up any of his calls.
His calls. He called you. With video, even!
Sure, you ghosted him after the rejection until now, but this was crazy behavior. You were absolutely crazy for him, you literally stalked him for months, and this was him calling you!
Something is off. Gojo works around sorcerers - around crazy people. He knows crazy, and that's what you are, deep down to the core.
Researching him, watching him, looking up everything around him, leaving absolutely no stone unturned in the pursuit of his affections. Honestly it was kinda flattering! Creepy, but flattering.
Point is, you were crazy. fucking crazy. And even if you were completely over him (which, come on, how could you be?), why would you reach out again like this?
Why make such an obvious, desperate bid for his attention and then not accept it when he deigns to give it to you?
And when it came to the videos, they've started to get kind of... worrying.
In the earlier ones, it was obvious you hired some male hooker to dress up as him and boss around. Generic, but hot. Very femdom. He could respect it. Get off to it, even.
The hooker, or escort, or whoever he is - he's convincing. Too convincing. He's obviously happy to be there, even though you seem all to willing to slap him around, chew him up and spit him out, step on his -
Anyways, the point is. The escort had been a willing participant from the start. But you're starting to look... less so.
At first he thought you were just drunk, or high on something. And yeah, it was hot. Seeing you limp and boneless and making low, little noises as his perfect copy folds you over, manipulates you like a doll.
There's an appeal to it, he'll admit. You're smaller than him - the double has a similar frame, all broad, terribly tall, long, muscled limbs that bend you in half and bounce you on his dick like a living fleshlight.
Then the way you cum - you're so unguarded, so open. Face flushed, panting open-mouthed, twitching in the aftershocks as your lover holds you close. Drooling freely over his fingers, his cock.
It's hard not to wonder what it feels like. Being there. Inside you.
You weren't his type before, but he's touched himself so many times to you - and 'him'. You scolding him, punishing him, teaching him.
He's watched you force him to eat you out for hours, and thank you for it. And god if it didn't make him hard.
Gojo can admit, he's a little jealous of the double. What an easy life he has; jerking off with his cock stuck in a ring, waiting for hours for you to come back.
To some people that might sound like agony. To him, it sounds like something to do to himself during missions to make them more fun.
Rile himself up, stick the ring on, fight and kill while he's hard until he can get home and watch, listen, to you coming back and cooing at him before you grant him sweet release.
Suddenly, you're not just hot. You're erotic. Instantly arousing. The sight of you makes him hard and seeing you like this? Undone? Weak and pitiful and clinging to him - god, fuck. It does something to him.
And then there's the way the double looks up into the camera. His eyes are - fuck, they look a lot like his. Could it be some kind of visual effect? He can't tell over a video.
But as they keep coming, Gojo can just tell. There's malice in there. Pure disdain and loathing. The double touches you with hands wide, clawing, like he's making a statement - staking a claim.
...and the he puts together something he should have known since the beginning.
Why weren't you answering him? Why did you keep sending these videos? Why did you call that man "Satoru"?
It all falls into place instantly. How did he not realize sooner? There's only one thing that would prevent you from picking up his calls. A freak like you would never willingly pass up on his attention, but if -
For the first time in years, Satoru Gojo makes a call and tells the Higher Ups he'll be out for the next couple days.
He has to get to you.