•Satoru Gojo x Male Curse Reader•
•Radar•
“and whether you like it or not, it ain’t gonna stop. ‘Cause I got you on my radar”
Content Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, sexual themes, minimal editing, blah, blah, blah, author notes at the end and I hope you enjoy <3
It’s not exactly clear when you came to be in the modern era, or why. Maybe because society lies to itself about its carnal desires? Or because everyone eventually needs a release? Whatever the case, you found yourself shifting, shaping yourself into what others crave the most. Once you sank your fangs into someone, it was only a matter of time before they succumbed. Today was no different than any other day as you stared at yourself in the mirror, no reflection of course, which always caused a pang of sadness to shoot through your heart.
I am beautiful.
Slowly, your lips curve into a smile. And you rose to your feet and dressed yourself before stepping seamlessly into society. It was like a routine you had down. The shopping districts had some of the most attractive people you’d ever seen, and today was no different. Your eyes flicked over each person, the shape of their eyes, their noses, their bodies, and their colors intrigued you as well.
Pretty.
As you rested your head on the table you sat at, you felt your face shift, morphing into what you took in today. Taking the most beautiful details and disregarding the ugly ones. Your bones cracked, snapped, and popped into place. Adjusting your posture, you sat up straight and fixed your clothes.
I am pretty.
The thought makes you giggle aloud, but no one notices, they usually never do. But, you still quickly look around to see if someone did.
…
A sigh slips past your lips as you stand up and saunter toward the food court. One of the many pleasures of humans was eating, and once you tried it you could see why. Today felt like a good day for something sweet, the mochi bar was especially tempting today. A special deal today for the kikufuku! Not like the deal mattered since you just took what you wanted without paying.
Ahead of you was a man, tall, lean from what you could tell, hair as white as snow, fair skin, and he was also getting something sweet. You walk beside him and go to grab his order when your hands brush against each other.
“Excuse me, can I help you…?” A voice rumbles from the man beside you. Up close you could finally take in his face, but unfortunately it was covered by the obnoxious sunglasses that sat on his nose.
Your eyes immediately widen, your jaw drops and you blink at him. “You…you can see me?” You mumbled out quietly.
The person working the bar quirked their brow at the man. “Who are you talking to…?” They question.
His brows shoot up and shakes his head with a curt laugh. “Ah, apologies, I was on the phone!” He glances back to you and quickly takes his order and shoots a sideways glance your way before briskly walking off.
This was an opportunity that couldn’t be passed up. Someone noticed you, finally! It’s instinct as you follow in the man’s direction and look around. You catch glimpses of his hair in the crowds as you slip by people and try to reach him. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in a secluded area, far from the shopping district now.
It wasn’t familiar to you, it was more greenery than you were accustomed to. Your eyes flick around to find your mystery man before his voice rings out to you.
“Geez you’re stubborn…I thought I’d lost you by now.” He groans out from behind you.
As you turn to face him, your lips curve into a grin. “You’d never be able to lose me…not after what just happened!” You chuckled as you stepped forward.
His brows knit together as his lips pouted down slightly. “What are you talking about…?” He scoffs.
“You can see me! You acknowledged me!” You exclaim while throwing your hands up.
He pauses for a moment before parting his lips. “Of course I can see you…you’re a curse.” He states, before removing his sunglasses to reveal the most gorgeous pair of eyes you’d ever seen. Sure, it was a simple blue but it was more than just blue to you. A sea you could get lost in, one you didn’t mind getting lost in. “Which means…I’ll have to exorcise you…”
Want. No, need.
You blink a couple times and see the man’s face shift from mild irritation to shock.
“…? My eyes…?” He murmured to himself as he stared at you.
You cock your head at him and nod. “When I see something I like, I take it.”
He clicks his tongue and hums. “That much is obvious from earlier when you tried to take my stuff…” he muttered.
Immediately you pout at him and sigh. “I’m sorry…I didn’t know you’d be able to see me…so I figured I could just take it and leave.”
He shakes his head at you. “You know what? I don’t have time for you…” he waves you off and walks off.
You’re quick to try to follow behind. “Wait!” You call out to him before he’s out of your sight. “…he hates me…” you sighed as you dropped your shoulders and sunk your head.
The following weeks kept you awake, it’s a good thing you don’t need sleep. The man’s essence kept you up and mapping out every single detail of him. His white hair, his pale fair skin, tall lean body, his nose bridge, those thin pink lips and his slim fingers…what it would feel like to be wrapped around your…
Plan.
A plan is what you needed, and a plan is what you had. You find yourself alone and cackling, nearly screaming at the thoughts that pass through your mind.
He will be—no. He is mine.
Normally the process is short and requires very little cursed energy. Before it was only taking bits and pieces of a person, taking the beauty of society. Now however, you’re taking the entirety of a person, everything that makes them, them. Or rather, him, him. It had to be perfect, although there were hiccups and gaps where you couldn’t see.
His body would have to be completely bare to you before you could copy him completely. But for now, it was near perfection, all that was left was his voice and the parts of him he had hidden behind his clothes. Mimicking the voice was another trying task, but luckily stalking him over a period of time made it much easier. Every night was another night of retching and throwing away previous persons features. It was all worth it to make room for him.
Your room was now littered with bones of various sizes and shapes, dried blood and viscera, mucus and puss of different colors. If only you could see yourself, how perfect you were. But instead you’re forced to face the cost of this ‘power’. As you feel your body snap into place, causing a few cracks and creaks as you stand up, you open your eyes and touch your hands together.
“…it’s…near perfection…” you whispered to yourself.
Dusk falls, perfect timing to be on the prowl and take another soul down to ecstasy. Your footsteps echo out into the dark as you make your way through the city. The bright lights and heavy air causes your throat to tighten. Suddenly the air feels denser than before, you turn around to face your desire.
“…Oh a cheap copy…I was wondering why you kept lingering around me for those months…” he muttered as he messed with the blindfold over his eyes.
Your thin lips curve up into a smirk. “Cheap…?” There’s a moment of silence before your lips drop from a smirk into a sullen frown. “Aw man…that’s actually…uber lame. I was expecting a better reaction considering the effort and time I put into this…”
A scoff erupts from his throat immediately. “From what I sense, all you’re doing is cheap imitation…you can’t actually use Six Eyes or Limitless…can you?” He cocks his head at you as the question leaves his lips.
You squirm slightly under his gaze and whine. “Huh? What’s that? Your technique…?” You pause and place a hand under your chin and hum. “Hm…”
The man across from you stares quietly from behind the blindfold before holding his hand out. Your azure eyes flick up before your lips curve upward. Immediately you rush over and try to wrap your arms around him but you can’t.
“Hey what gives!? I can’t hug you…?” You mumbled as you pulled back.
He chuckles and shakes his head slightly. “Why are you so obsessed with me anyway? You don’t even know my name do you…?”
You pause and pout softly. “No…but that changes nothing!” There’s a small pause before you part your lips. “Could you…tell me your name…?”
He stands still and cocks his head at you with a smirk.
“Please…?”
He laughs and shrugs. “Satoru Gojo. Do you have a name…?” Satoru asks.
Satoru Gojo. Pretty name…
“…sure I have a name…but I’d prefer yours…” you sigh with a lovesick smile.
Satoru places his hands over his hips and chuckles. “You’re not planning on replacing me are you…?”
Immediately you shake your head. “No! No…I don’t think I could…”
There’s a brief pause in the conversation as your eyes are glued to your feet. Satoru brings his hand up to flick your forehead. “I got a question for you…don’t bore me okay?”
You blink and stare at him. “Hm…?”
“There was cases a couple months ago, days before we’d met actually. People going missing…then reappearing. Was that you?” He questions.
Your lips purse together. “Are you accusing me?”
This causes a rumble of laughter to escape his throat. “You’re pretty funny for a curse…Sure, I am accusing you.” He shrugs.
“Yeah…some of those cases were me…how’d you figure?” You confirmed while cocking your head.
Satoru adjusts his blindfold and reveals one of his eyes. “The people affected said they saw themselves briefly as they entered ‘bliss’. So you don’t actually kill the people you copy…but I’m still confused on the whole ‘bliss’ thing…all the victims were extremely vague.”
A grin makes its way to your lips. “That’s a shame…they should’ve all just been open and honest about it. Their desires were so…delicious.” You whispered as your tongue lapped over your lips quickly.
This makes his brows knit together and furrow. “…you’re an odd one..” his brows then relax and his smirk his back. “…but that makes things interesting.”
There’s a small pause between you two. “Huh…? You want to fight?” You ask while tilting your head slightly.
He snaps his blindfold back over his eyes and leaps backward with his hands in his pockets. “Like I said…don’t bore me…” he chuckles.
The next half an hour solidified your feelings for him, Satoru Gojo. He fought with such fever that left you amazed and craving more. You both exchanged hits between each other as well as playful and occasionally flirty banter that left smiles on your lips. Somehow, you’re now on top of his lap, straddling his body into the ground as you gaze down at him.
“…it makes sense that only Satoru Gojo could defeat Satoru Gojo…” he muses from underneath you.
You lean down, nose to nose with him. “You were holding back…because deep down…you know you want this.”
His breath catches in his throat before he swallows and huffs out a laugh. “What can I say? I’m curious…and besides…you didn’t bore me.”
No time was wasted after his words as you tilted your head and locked your lips between his and shut your eyes. Satoru stared up with wide eyes before he slowly shut them and leaned into the kiss. As you synced your lips together and slowly darted your tongue between his lips and toward his throat, his erection poked between your legs.
A bridge of saliva connects your lips as you pull away. “You’re…eager.” You hum as swallow his spit. This causes his hips to buck forward before you firmly push them down and shake your head with a cackle. “Ah, ah, ah…” you tutted. “…the fun has only just begun…”
Satoru grits his teeth, biting back his strained cries and whimpers as he’s restrained. “…not…fair…” he spits out weakly.
A sigh passed through your lips as you bring your slender fingers to his jackets zipper and slide it down. “…what’s not fair…is how you’re holding out on me…” His eyes follow your movements and he feels his mouth go dry.
Once his jacket was discarded, you leaned down to plant kisses down his face, then his neck, across his chest and down to his abs before you stop at his v-line. His fingers dug deeper into your scalp, gripping the tufts of hair tightly and tugging. “Keep going…” he huffs out roughly.
Slowly you rise to grip his belt buckle, slowly fiddling with it. “Oh man…this is sooo hard…” Underneath his pants was the outline of his erect cock, twitching and pulsing for release.
Satoru drops his hands down to his belt as he almost shoves you off. “J-Just let me do it!” He whines, his voice cracking slightly. He sloppily slips his belt off and tosses it aside before reaching for the button and popping it. His breathing growing heavier as sweat drips down his forehead, and his cheeks dusted a deep shade of crimson. Once he slides the zipper down he lets out a breath of relief as his cock is now only strained by his boxers.
His eyes fall back on you as his chest rises and drops, his brows knitted together and dick twitching. “Well…? I’m not just gonna play with myself…” he smirks and hums. “Unless that’s what you’re into…”
Immediately you climb over him and unsheathed his penis from his boxers and grip the base firmly. This causes him to take a sharp inhale and grit his teeth as he stares at you. Pre spills from his tip and down his mid length. You press your thumb between the slit of the head of the penis and rub gently, drawing out a couple erotic moans from the other man as more pre spills and dribbles down his penis. Using the pre as makeshift lube, you slide your fingers down to his base and begin to pump him slowly.
Gripping the base before sliding up to the head before sliding back down. Satoru shuts his eyes as he occasionally bucks his hips, craving more friction and whimpering as he does so.
“…you’re perfect…” you uttered.
A breathless laugh shudders past his parted lips as he nods. “I…I know…”
His cock twitches with anticipation in your grasp, wet and leaking. Slowly you stop pumping, which causes him to crack open his lids and stare at you with a frown. You leaned over and pecked the tip with your lips, pre dribbles down your lips but you quickly mop it up with your tongue and swallow. Satoru blinks at you before gulping and gripping the ground. Before he can argue, you give his tip another gentle kiss before sliding your tongue around.
He gasps immediately and bucks his cock into your mouth. As you pull your mouth back he tries to push his cock back inside sloppily.
“Gah…fuck. Why do you keep stopping?” He whimpers out.
Your eyes flick up to meet his half lidded ones. “We’re making love together…not a quick flick…be patient…” you replied before taking his entire length into your mouth.
This jolts Satoru as his eyes widen and he cries out. You feel each twitch of his dick, each vein pop and pulse, and the pre that keeps coming down. As you swallow, you bring a hand to cup his balls as you gently squeeze, coaxing out a groan mixed with a moan.
“Do-Don’t stop…” he breathes out.
Slowly you pull back and watch him as his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, his fingers clenching at his sides and his head falling back. You slink back on your knees and quickly take off whatever remaining clothes you had, feeling your body change below the belt slightly to match the man across from you.
Slowly climbing on top and spreading your legs slightly, you slide his dick between your cheeks before feeling the puckered hole stretch. Even though it isn’t your first time, doing it with a new body proved to be challenging all over again. At the same time though, it provided a pleasurable experience. As you feel his length slide in, he brings his hands to your hips and grips gently, rocking into you slowly.
“Fuck…” he groans out. “You’re so tight…” he winces as he continues to rock into you at a slow pace.
You begin to place your hands over his to keep them in place as you stare down at him. “How does it feel to fuck yourself…? I am mimicking your body after all…” you question with a grin.
A breathless laugh slips past his lips as he gazes up to you. “I’m amazing…although I had to get past the original discomfort…” he mumbled.
You nod in response as his pace begins to pick up. “You could at least try to enjoy yourself…”
He immediately shakes his head with a smirk. “After that act earlier…? Like hell I’m gonna take my time with you…” he breathes out before bucking his hips forward.
A cry mixed into a moan is evoked from you before he begins to strike up into your stretched hole. Any attempts to plea and reason have no effect now as he begins to mercilessly pound into you. His hands swiftly switch from your hips to your cheeks as he grips each one and digs in his nails slightly.
“This…is…how it should’ve been from the start…” he huffs out as he slams into you again. “You take me so well…” he hums with a satisfied grin.
Your body begins to tremble with waves of pleasure and pain. Drool dribbles down your bottom lip and spills onto his pelvis. He swipes it off with his fingers and brings it to your lips. “Lick that off of me…” he commands. You part your lips and lap up your spilled saliva quickly. “Good boy…” he chuckles.
As he continues his relentless thrusting, his cock twitches inside more frequently, and his thrusts feel more sloppy and slow. His grip on you tightens. “You owe me this…this release…” he heaves out as he grits his teeth. After one final thrust, his shuts his eyes and parts his lips letting out a guttural moan. His dick stops twitching before he pulls out, and his seed spill out of your abused hole and down your inner thighs.
He falls onto his back beside you and sighs. “…I needed that…so maybe I don’t have to kill you.” He laughs.
You turn your head to him, inching closer before leaning against him. “Right…because I’m a curse…”
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I’d wanted to write a one shot for a while. And I was listening to Blackout for the millionth time and all the songs are great for one shots I had in mind. Ultimately I decided on Radar after listening to the lyrics and just crafting up a quick narrative in mind. From the start I wanted it to be smut, but with some plot. This is actually the first time I’ve posted any smut content so apologies if it’s not to anyone’s taste. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and with that I leave you with one last thing. Have a good one, drink your water, take care of yourself and buh-bye<3