Don’t look at me.
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Synopsis: In which reader gets hit with an attack from a curse born from human perversion.
The attack ups her libido to inhuman levels until she satisfies herself with the first person she encounters after.
And it had to be Gojo.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader
Content tags/warning: softdom!gojo, sub!reader, pure smut, very little plot, reader is a sorcerer, dubcon (reader isn’t necessarily in her right mind), aphrodisiac use, breeding, PETNAMES (if that icks you out.. maybe skip this one lol) gojo is a tease, unprotected sex (wrap it up), filthy mouths, dumbification, heat- adjacent symptoms, pet names, don’t worry the strongest can handle this
Authors notes: filthy lil drabble lol. not proofread bc im a whore. ps. i haven’t written smut in a long time so im a little rusty. this is more of a warm up for other works coming soon
MINORS DO NOT CONTINUE
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It was just a grade 2. Nothing she couldn’t handle.
She accepted the mission without even thinking, not even bothering to read the mission file.
All she needed to know was the coordinates.
Big mistake.
Truthfully, it was easy to exorcise. It hardly had any physical attacks at all.
It threw a single attack- a wall of cursed energy. She dodged it without care.
At least she thought she did.
She countered with a single attack of her own- and the job was done.
She wiped her hands, proud of a job well done. She took out her phones to notify the higher ups of a successful mission.
Then a familiar cursed signature warps in behind her- she doesn’t bother to turn right away, already fully aware of who it was.
It’s hard not to recognize Limitless.
“Yes, sir. It’s been neutralized. No remaining curses left in the area. Yes, sir. Thank you.”
Click.
She puts her hand on her hip, admiring her work.
“That was quick.”
“Duh. It was well below my grade. Not even sure why they decided to send me here in the first place- one of the students probably could have handled it fine.”
“I’m not so sure.”
She glances over her shoulder nonchalantly, intending to ask him what he meant by that.
Thump.
The world blurs for a second. Heat pools to her core immediately as she laid eyes on him.
Suddenly, she’s a stuttering mess. Nonchalant attitude fading away. Cursed enough flaring, hot. face flushed. eyes focusing and unfocusing. Heart beat pounding in her ears, against her ribs… down her thighs.
What is this..?!
She looks around, thoroughly confused. Yes, everyone knew Gojo Satoru was unfairly hot. But you had worked with him hundreds of times before- hell, you two graduated together.
Sure, she had some less-than-professional thoughts about him before but like… who hasn’t?!
He’s Gojo Satoru.
But it was never like this.
This caused an ache she couldn’t relieve. This caused her muscles to tighten to just below the point of cramps. This caused waves of heat coursing through her veins, down to her very soul, disrupting the usually calm flow of her cursed energy.
She looks down and is mortified by the sight of her nipples hardening and poking through her shirt. On full display. She throws an arm over them.
“_____… everything okay..?”
His voice was like a siren to her- she found herself holding back on lunging at him right there in the alley.
“I-I..”
She takes a short breath, trying desperately to compose herself.
“I’m just tired, I think, I’m just.. hnngh-“ The stuttering mess is interrupted by a whine she had no idea she was holding back. She’s mortified at the sound.
His head tilts to the side, obviously using his Six Eyes to analyze her behavior.
Embarrassment strikes her.
“I h-have to go!” With that she stumbles, albeit quickly, away from him. Knees betray her, cursed energy surging as if in protest of leaving his presence.
Just let him help you.
Just let him have you.
You always wanted it anyways.
Go back to him.
She finds her way back to her home, slamming the door behind her.
Her body is feverish. She wonders is cold shower would hel-
Don’t think about anything else.
Go back to him.
Go back to him.
Go back-
A sound strikes her ears- a light knock at her door that was louder to her than it should have been. Her senses are on fire.
She didn’t even realize she had been hunched over, until she stands-
-And a gush runs down her thighs.
“_____, I know you’re in there. Let me in, okay?”
Him.
No fucking way.
Open the door.
Absolutely not.
Let him in.
Like hell that’s happening.
You need him.
Tears of pure frustration gather in her eyes. His voice, uncharacteristically gentle, calls out again.
“It’s okay, _____. It’s fine. But you need to let me in.”
Like reacting to a beckoning, her hand wraps around the doorknob and pulls it open- revealing the last man in the world she wanted here. No, that’s not true.
She did want him here, desperately.
That was the real problem.
“You.. should leave… Gojo.”
She croaks out. He simply nudges the door open further and steps in, close enough that his scent fills her nose.
A gasp. Her hand flies to her mouth.
“It’s not going to go away.”
She stares at his feet, not able to bring herself to look directly at him.
“What are you..”
“I can see everything, remember?”
Beside his foot a black cloth falls to the floor. His blindfold.
No. No no no.
He’s analyzing her.
“I suspected it from the beginning, but I didn’t think it was this bad.”
Her breathing picks up.
This is so humiliating.
“______,.. you’ve gotta let me help you, okay?”
His hand grazes her shoulder and it feels like pure heat. She flinches from the contact.
She shakes her head, hair covering her face. She hopes it’ll conceal that last bit of dignity she has.
He shouldn’t have to do this.
It’s not his responsibility.
She can take care of it.
She’ll push through.
The curse will weaken and break eventually. With enough willpower, she won’t have to involve him.
“You don’t understand. This thing will eat you alive, _____. It’s chipping away at your cursed energy- you’ll lose your mind if you try to wait this out.”
The tears fall. She feels so guilty.
But she needs him so intensely. Ravenously.
“Please… don’t look at me.”
She despises the way her voice sounds. Small. Trembling.
His hand rests on her head, stroking her hair in the most tantalizing way. Another wave of heat hits her.
“It’s okay, _____.”
Jesus. Has his voice always been this deep.. this sultry? There’s no way.
A small wave of panic hits. She swats his hand away, retreating backwards until she trips on herself.
Even then, she scoots and crawls away. How pathetic she must look.
“_______.” He calls.
“______, stop.”
She freezes. It was a command.
His foot steps approach, then he’s kneeling in front of her.
“Look at me.” His tone is far too serious.
Slowly, she obeys.
He sees her face full on for the first time since this started.
Face wet with tears and sweat. Baby hairs clinging to the beads of moisture at her hairline.
Face contorted in what looks like pain… or maybe frustration. Lip twitching. Face flushed.
“Damn. It got you good, huh?”
He lets out a huff, something akin to amusement, as he gently grabs her chin and turns her head slightly from side to side, inspecting her thoroughly without his blindfold.
She still can’t bring herself to look in his eyes.
She feels like he’d see right into her soul if she did. And… she possibly wouldn’t be able to hold herself back anymore if she made eye contact.
“It hurts…” She whines, not bothering to check her tone anymore. This whole thing has thoroughly exhausted her.
“I know, baby.” His thumb grazes her bottom lip.
“Toru’s gonna make it go away, okay?”
He leans in, face just inches away.
“I’m gonna make you feel better. But you gotta trust me, okay..?”
Reluctantly, she nods. He chuckles.
“Use your words, sweetness. Gotta hear you say it for me.”
“P..please make it go away, ‘Toru.”
“You got it, princess.”
—-
Foreplay felt like pure torture.
Every touch felt like lightning, felt like he was teasing her.
She was bare, laid out before him like a meal begging to be devoured.
“Please.. c-can’t wait anymore, Satoru…” She sobs , reaching out for him in the most deliciously needy way.
He had already stripped himself of his top, allowing her to rake her fingers down her chest and torso as she pleased.
Her hands slide down to the buckle of his belt, tugging pathetically at it.
“Off.”
Tug.
“Please.”
He lets out an amused huff through his nose.
“So fuckin’ cute.”
He obliged, not making her do the tantalizing work while she barely made any fine motor function.
The belt falls to the floor with a cling.
He reaches for his zipper next, pulling down quickly so that the sound cuts through the air- then his undoes the button.
It’s all far too slow for her- it felt like everything was moving in half speed.
“Need you.”
She bucks her hips at him, rubbing her aching core shamelessly against his lower abdomen. She doesn’t even care that it left a glistening wet spot.
“I know, baby. Be patient for me, yeah? I promise it’ll be worth it.”
He captures her lips in a much needed kiss, pinning her hips down and grinding against her heat. His pants had slid down with gravity, only leaving the thin fabric of his briefs between them.
The only thing in the way of their bodies connecting in the way she so desperately needed was cloth. She had half a mind to tear the damn things off.
Her mind goes hazy again with another grind of his hips.
He’s already fully erected.
Fuck. He’s huge.
The heat of it resting against her own.
Another grind. It grazes her clit.
Her back arches off the bed before she had time to even process. A moan erupts from her.
“Oh… my gooooood.” Her hands grip his hips, trying to deepen the movement and gain more tension.
“Uh uh, princess. Hands up. Let me take care of you.”
“Then take care of me already.” She half-sobs-half-scolds. But still, she obeys, putting her hands above her head and allowing one of his hands to pin them both down.
“Not yet.” His lips find her jaw, then her neck, trailing down to her tits.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” He experimentally flicks his tongue over a pebbled nipple, “Need to savor you.”
He latches, winning a groan from her.
He’d already marked her neck and chest with bites and hickies.
All of it was simply too much for her already frying brain.
But that’s exactly what he wants.
He wants to scramble her brain until all she can think about is him, her need for him. He wants her stupid, begging for just a little more.
He wants to leave his mark physically and mentally.
He wants to embed himself into the deepest parts of her mind just like she had been in his for all these years.
Tears start flowing again as she sobs in utter frustration. Her skin was on fire, every part of her demanding to feel him.
“Hurts, ‘Toru~” She tries to rut her hips again but one of his hands still has a grip.
A lewd pop comes from the disconnect of his lips from her now swollen nipple.
“Aw, pretty girl. It aches, doesn’t it?”
She nods her head frantically, trying to gain even a smidge of sympathy.
“Being mean, Toru…” She whines.
“Poor thing~”
“Please touch me there.”
“Here?” The hand on her hip slides up to her neglected tit, voice too innocent while he feigns ignorance. She shakes her head.
“Here?” The same hand reaches around and kneels the flesh of her ass. His smirk has no softness to it- he knows exactly what he’s doing.
She shakes her head again, this time letting out another sob.
“Ohhh… You must mean… right-“
His fingers have zero difficulty, finding the clit immediately, gazing against it in light, tormenting little shapes.
“-here.”
It wins another slutty moan.
His fingers dip down to gather the slick gathered at her entrance. He hisses under his breath.
“S‘fuckin wet. This all really from that curse, baby? Tell the truth.”
She shakes her head.
“S’all you, Toru~~ All for you.”
A low growl escapes him and for the first time, it looks like he’s loosing control. Eyes deepened into a dark blue that was a stark contrast to the usual sky blue.
Like the ocean in a storm.
“Gonna fuck you so good. So good. Gonna be such a dumb lil slut. Need to be filled up with your Toru, huh?”
Finally, rids himself of the briefs.
Her mouth waters instantly at the sight.
He’s glorious.
Thick. Veins lining every inch. He’s throbbing, precum already beading at the angry red tip.
It thuds against her lower belly. It’s fucking heavy. And hot.
“O-oh fuck, baby, please- can’t wait any more- need you to fill me up, baby. it hurts, ‘Toru, please make it stop-“ She rambles and begs him, any and all dignity is dead and buried. She needs the relief that only he can grant her and she needs it now- lest she burst into flames, it felt like.
His head drops down to her chest at the sweet sounds, letting them go straight to his cock.
He doesn’t bother with fingers, knowing full well she was ready for him.
Her legs widen even further, subconsciously inviting him into her most intimate area
He pumps himself a couple times then he taps the tip against her clit.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then she feels it. The round head of him poking at her squelching entrance.
“Yer all mine.”
He dives in, hissing at the tightness of her fluttering walls.
She lets out sound that she didn’t even know she could make. Something between a moan, a sob and a scream.
He tries- he really does- to take it slow. But gentleness is simply not in the cards today.
“All mine.”
Her fingers twitch, still bound by one of his hands above her head.
“Wanna touch you.” She mumbles dumbly.
He obliges, allowing her hands to run through his hair and down the ridge of his back.
He begins to move when her cunt twitches around him.
The heat is almost overwhelming, sucking him in perfectly.
“Fuckin’ perfect. Knew you were made for me.” He murmurs against the shell of her ear.
“Perfect lil whore.”
“Such a greedy pussy. Listen to her,” The lewd sounds coming from where they’re both connected is almost enough to push her over the edge.
“She’s fuckin’ cryin’ f’me.”
The head of his cock curls delectably against the sensitive spongy spot inside her. The coil starts to wind up in her belly.
“So full, Toru~ S-so deep..”
Her legs clamped around him, pulling him even closer.
He lets out a series of grunts and growls her ear, like he’s claiming a prize he’s been waiting for.
She rambles incoherently, something about how much she’s loved his cock, how good it felt, how much she wanted him to fuck her forever.
Each little sound drove him closer and closer to insanity. Her
The juices ruin the sheet of her bed, flowing down the curve of her ass.
His pace becomes absolutely brutal, kissing her cervix with every thrust.
“F-fuck, I’m gonna-“
“Inside, Satoru. Wanna feel it. Fill me up. Pussy’s all yours. All yours.”
They both let out a final animalistic sound before they reach the high together. He fucks her right through it, forcing the streams of him cum deeper and deeper, wanting it to serve as a claim.
It’s immediate relief for her. Her fever breaks, her eyes are able to focus again.
She feels the curse break away from her soul and dissipate into the atmosphere.
They lie there, breathing hard. Muscles trembling. His cock stays buried in her, not wanting anything’s to come out.
She doesn’t even try to gain back her self respect.
“K..kiss..”
She mumbles, gently lifting his head from the crook of her neck. Her eyes, glassy and round, gaze up at him- high still lingering.
“So fuckin’ cute.”
