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Less than twenty-four hours had passed when Utahime finally cracked. She couldn’t stand being cooped up here, unable even to step outside of the house. Aside from a few brief sightings, there was no real news about Gojo, which was perhaps for the best. No news at least meant that no one else had been hurt during his rampage to find her, but the silence on his end also made her anxious.
If the anticipation was eating away at her, she could only imagine the toll it was taking on Gojo. The longer it took him to find her, the more manic he was likely to be. The curse had to be ramping him up, turning him into a ticking time bomb that could explode at any minute, and she was afraid that he might be pushed to do something drastic if the curse’s technique wasn’t fulfilled.
From what they could gather from Shoko’s and Mei Mei’s combined research, the curse’s technique uniquely affected its victims by manipulating their desires. It had taken more than a bit of arguing to convince Utahime of this, but if they ignored Gojo, the other four victims fit the description. The man who worked himself to death was obsessed with money, one woman was an alcoholic, another man was a recovering addict – and the man who assaulted and killed his best friend had admitted to having a crush on her.
That last fact was disquieting. The curse had transformed something innocent and pure into something monstrous.
After pulling some strings, Mei Mei managed to get a hold of the interrogation tape. It was almost too difficult to watch. Utahime was forced to hold a hand over her mouth as the young man on the tape broke down in the confession room, utterly confused and devastated over the horrendous crime he’d committed. In the heat of the moment, he’d wanted nothing more than to take her for himself and ensure no one else could have her – and once it was done, he had been left to stare down at the lifeless face of the woman he’d secretly loved, knowing he’d done it but unable to understand why.
The implication of what might happen to her if Gojo managed to sink his claws into her was all too real. Gojo wasn’t a mere civilian. If the curse was able to drive him to the point where he attacked an elder and even his own friend, then she didn’t stand a chance. She still couldn’t understand why the curse had tricked him into fixating on her, but she had a feeling it was due to Infinity. He kept everyone at bay, holding that wall up between himself and the world, but she was one of the few people he sometimes dropped it with, just to toy with her.
He limited physical contact to a near-manic level. The thought that Gojo was touch-starved enough for the curse to send him spiraling like this was upsetting, but Utahime said nothing on the matter, choosing to bite her tongue for once as they mulled over strategies.
Nonetheless, after nearly a day of hiding out, Utahime couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know what was going on, and so, when Nanami was distracted while speaking with Yuki, who had been called in to help, she took his phone and called the one person who might have more information, even if he had betrayed her in a sense.
The call was answered quickly, with a brusque, “Nanami, there better be an explanation–”
Utahime jumped at the displeasure in her boss’s voice. “Sir?”
The change was immediate, the anger replaced with something more professional. “Iori. You’re alive. We were beginning to wonder–” No, they weren’t. They knew she was alive, or Gojo would’ve snapped out of the curse’s effect. They were all lingering in a strange and terrifying limbo. “Never mind. Where are you? We’ll send someone to get you immediately.”
“Gojo–” Utahime bit nervously at her lip, the skin raw from chewing on it throughout the day. “Has there been any word from him on your end? I know he…” She closed her eyes. “That’s not him. He’s disrespectful and careless, but he would never purposely–”
Sometimes I wonder if I should just take out the entire corrupted hierarchy.
No, that wasn’t him. She couldn’t forget the time he’d said that one night when they were out with friends, the two of them locked away in the corner of the bar. She’d been drunk and tired, upset over an awry mission involving her students that had almost gotten them killed. He had murmured that so casually, to the point where she’d thought she might’ve misheard him. He didn’t repeat it, flashing her a smile when she blinked up at him, and she didn’t bring it up, feeling like she’d accidentally heard something she wasn’t supposed to be privy to.
“The curse is affecting him seriously,” Gakuganji told her. “He’s in a lot of pain. The longer he’s under the curse’s effect, the more entangled it becomes. He could lash out at any moment, and the consequences of that would be dire. There’s no telling what damage he might cause.”
With the kind of power Gojo had, he could cause a lot of damage, even destroy an entire city in the blink of an eye. That was what Geto had done, after all, when he snapped and became a curse user. The idea of Gojo falling to that level terrified her. They couldn’t allow that to happen. Gojo’s presence alone was a deterrent for curses and curse users alike. They had to figure out a way to neutralize him.
“If he’s captured, is there a way to reverse the technique?” Utahime pressed. “Shoko could or maybe–”
“As far as we know, there’s no way to reverse the technique – only finish it.”
Utahime’s heart sank. “I see.”
On the other end of the phone, she could hear rustling and other people talking, no doubt trying to devise some sort of plan. She’d gone radio silent and disappeared from the radar. The higher-ups knew her colleagues had managed to spirit her away before Gojo could find her, effectively ruining their plans to use her to draw him out. She felt a little bad putting Nanami in the crosshairs, but it wasn’t like he did his job out of respect for the elders. He was prepared to accept any punishment they gave him for disobeying orders.
Utahime couldn’t do that though. She couldn’t leave Gojo out there to suffer by himself, not if she could help him. As sorcerers, they were also prepared to sacrifice themselves to protect others. The math was simple. In the long run, Gojo’s life was more important than hers.
But she wouldn’t do it on anyone else’s terms but her own.
“Iori,” Gakuganji began, using a commanding tone she was familiar with. “Where are you? It’s not safe. We need to–”
“I know what I need to do,” Utahime cut in.
“Iori–”
“Don’t worry, sir.” Utahime took a deep breath. “I’ll take care of this.”
She hung up before Gakuganji could question or berate her. There would be far worse consequences than his disapproval of her behavior.
After checking to find that Nanami was still speaking with Yuki, Utahime returned his phone to the table and then cleared her throat to announce her arrival. The two stopped talking immediately and turned around to look at her, both wearing still masks to hide their thoughts.
“I’m gonna lay down,” Utahime mumbled. “I haven’t slept for shit since yesterday, and I’m exhausted.”
“Of course.” Yuki flashed her a wink. “Get some beauty sleep. We’ve got this covered.”
Utahime shuffled back into the bedroom and shut the door. Turning off the light, she glanced around the room and then walked over to the bed, sitting down and ruffling the blankets. However, she made no move to actually crawl under the covers, going still and waiting until she heard their muffled voices begin again. They were concerned.
There was basically no one that could meet Gojo at his level. As a special grade sorcerer, Yuki was one of the few that came close, but that meant little if Gojo didn’t restrain himself. It was no wonder the higher-ups tried to keep him on a short leash, but Gojo had never done well when it came to being restricted by others.
They couldn’t fight him. That would only end in destruction and disaster. There had to be another way to end this.
Once Utahime was certain that neither Nanami nor Yuki would check on her, she crept out of bed and over to the window. With a bit of patient jiggling, she managed to get it open just enough for her to crawl out and drop into the grass below. The night air was cool, the breeze stronger out in the country. She pulled the keys that she’d swiped from the table out of her pocket, glancing at them before making her decision. It would take too long for her to walk back to town. Hopefully, Nanami wouldn’t feel too guilty that she’d managed to swipe his keys.
That was the thing about Utahime, the glaring fact that she hated to accept. Everyone, including her friends, would always underestimate her. They didn’t do it on purpose and they weren’t mean about it. She loved that her friends were protective of her, but sometimes, that meant they thought she needed it. Of course they knew she was stronger than her semi-first-grade status suggested and she was a sorcerer in her own right, but still…
“There’s a reason you aren’t sent on solo missions anymore.”
Well, she was the only one that could resolve this, and she would do so by any means.
With her decision made, Utahime hopped into Nanami’s car, quickly starting it and pulling out of the driveway before the other two could realize what had happened. She was gone before either one of them was out of the safe house, reversing wildly in the gravel and jumping onto the main road. She swallowed thickly, murmuring a quick apology, and sped back in the direction of Kyoto, ignoring all the warning signs. She even blew past stop signs when there was no oncoming traffic, the irony almost making her laugh.
She was grateful that her friends had wanted to protect and save her, but she couldn’t just stand back and wait for the other shoe to drop. She’d been pushed to the sidelines long enough. No more. She’d never backed down when it came to Gojo and she wouldn’t now.
*
When Utahime parked down the street from her apartment and turned off the headlights, there was nothing amiss. Everything looked the same as it had every night for the past two weeks since she’d moved here. There were no ominous blinking streetlights, no sketchy people lurking about, not even the overpowering sensation of Gojo’s signature cursed energy.
Still, she was slow to get out of the car. The walk was only a minute, but the street felt impossibly long and dark, Utahime’s eyes darting around at every sound. Nothing happened though, not even when she entered the building and started up the stairs. She was careful to muffle her steps, as if that might do anything, and slowly pushed the door open to her floor. Nothing happened. It looked normal as ever. The keys jingled in her shaky hand, but then she took a deep breath and unlocked her front door.
Her apartment was dark and silent, just as she’d left it. Her heart pounded frantically in her chest as she searched it, unwilling to turn on the lights in case it alerted anyone. She checked the main room first, but nothing looked different as far as she could tell. Paperwork and some unopened mail were strewn across the coffee table, a half-finished beer next to it. The kitchen was a mess with boxes partially unpacked from the move. She’d focused on her bedroom and bathroom first, putting away all her clothes and toiletries. The bathroom looked the same as well, with her toothbrush on the counter and toothpaste fallen in the sink.
Everything was fine, untouched, void of anything.
Until the bedroom.
The moment Utahime stepped into the room, she knew something was wrong. There wasn’t anything immediate that caught her attention, her eyes stuck adjusting to the dark, but once they did, her gaze fell to the bed and she froze like a deer trapped in headlights.
Not only was the bed made, sheets and blankets properly tucked in, but lying in the middle was a black negligee. She recognized it as one of her off-the-cuff purchases, a flimsy piece of clothing bought on a whim a few months after the incident that left her face scarred. It was stupid, of course, a small and pathetic attempt to boost her self-esteem after allowing Mei Mei and Shoko to convince her to go on a date. The whole thing had gone exactly nowhere, and she hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to wear the damn thing. She’d shoved it to the back of her closet and then a box. She couldn’t even recall unpacking it.
But there it was, out in the open, sprawled out like some sort of present.
Utahime backed away, clumsily crashing into the door, and then spun around on her heels to run out of the apartment. This had been a mistake, a terrible and stupid mistake. The image of the negligee was burned in her mind, embarrassing and terrifying all at once, the implication of what he wanted very clear. Her mind raced, tripping over every attempt to be logical, to reassure herself that it was just a dumb joke to rile her up, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t.
It was a threat.
When she stumbled out of the apartment building, she looked around wildly but again saw nothing amiss. Nanami’s car was still there, parked down the street, and she staggered towards it, feeling both abashed and frightened. They had probably figured out very quickly where she was going and were on their way. Yuki would pull up at any minute, laughing about her brief moment of insanity, Nanami scowling furiously in the passenger seat, Shoko on the phone, Mei Mei’s crows watching her from the sky. It was stupid, so stupid, and she couldn’t believe that she’d thought for even a moment that she could–
Someone grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to the side, nearly dragging her off her feet. A yelp escaped her, only to be cut-off midway by a palm pressed over her mouth. Utahime’s first instinct was to scream, but muffled by the hand, the most she could do was jerk her arm and thrash about like a hooked fish.
And then, a sweet voice murmured in her ear, “There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Hime, but I knew you’d come to me.”
Gojo. He’d found her – probably watched her this whole time while she traipsed about like a fool.
Utahime stilled in his tight grip, her back pressed against his chest. She could feel the soft skin of his palm on her mouth and his grasp on her arm, no Infinity barring him from her. His breath was hot, his scent familiar, and even the strength of his cursed energy wafting over her had her growing limp. He sounded…off, but it was still him, still Gojo, playful and teasing. She didn’t try to fight him, as much as her mind screamed for her to run, forcing her heart to calm down as he held her in the dark alley.
“You were gone,” Gojo whined, nosing at her neck like a puppy. “They took you away from me. Do you know how much that hurt me? All I wanted was to see you.”
Utahime made a muffled sound of protest against his palm, and he went quiet. She could feel his gaze on her, calculating and cold. No doubt he could see the way her own cursed energy was flickering, her fear spiking it no matter how hard she tried to remain calm. She wasn’t fighting him though, so he was curious. She always fought him, but she was acting almost pliant now.
“Promise not to scream?” Gojo teased. “At least not yet.”
Pressing her lips together, Utahime fought the urge to glare and nodded. When he finally removed his hand from her mouth, she sucked in a deep breath and quickly began, “Gojo, you were attacked by a curse. Its technique is affecting you right now and you’re not–”
“I don’t care,” Gojo cut in flatly. “Curse or not, I’ve got what I want.”
Utahime’s hands tightened into fists at her side. “You’re not thinking straight. You don’t want this–”
“No?” Gojo taunted, trailing a finger over her scar. “You don’t think I want you?”
“It’s the curse,” Utahime insisted. “You don’t–”
Gojo’s free hand slipped around her throat, and Utahime cut herself off, acutely aware of just how small she was compared to him. His hand almost fit entirely around her slim neck. It would take him very little to break her larynx or snap her neck, just as the last curse’s victim had done.
“You don’t know what I want, Utahime, what I crave,” Gojo seethed, his voice cold and accusatory. “You never pay attention, too busy trying to pretend like you’re some subservient, docile maid.” She furrowed her brow, furious over the insult, but before she could argue with him out of instinct, he continued, “It’s cute sometimes, I’ll admit. I like to picture you pandering to me like that – waiting on me hand and foot, hanging on my every word, bending to any command I give you.”
Utahime wrinkled her nose. “I would never.”
“You sure?” Gojo tapped the side of her neck with his index finger. “You came running back to me, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t–” Utahime bit her tongue, cutting herself off short. She had, but not in the sense he was talking about.
Gojo rubbed his cheek against the top of her head, musing her hair further. “You don’t know how good your cursed energy feels. I don’t allow myself to feel it often, but now…” He took in a deep breath as if he could inhale it into his body. “For someone so temperamental, your cursed energy is so soothing and warm. It’s no wonder those old bastards like having you around. They get to feel you all the time – and I only get scraps.”
When she swallowed, she could feel her throat moving under Gojo’s palm, a small struggle. It took everything in her not to fight against him right now, the urge powerful and desperate. Not that it mattered. Even if she did fight against his hold on her, she knew she wouldn’t win. She had to find another way.
“Gojo,” Utahime breathed out. “Let’s just– Let’s go back inside. We can talk–”
A bark of laughter slipped from Gojo, cold enough to make her wince. “You think I wanna talk after all the time and energy I spent searching for you?” He let go of her arm, resting his now free hand on her stomach right where her t-shirt had ridden up. “I don’t think so. I’m done talking. I’m done waiting and holding myself back.”
His hand slid up her stomach, and she choked on her tongue. He’d said a lot of shit so far, but feeling her up in a dark alley was on another level entirely. She struggled not to make a noise when his hand palmed her chest, flinching at the way he chuckled low under her breath. Embarrassment flared in her gut, stupidly more about the fact that she was wearing a basic t-shirt and sports bra than this public groping.
He had nice hands – large palms, thin fingers – a fact that she’d thought about way too much. It was so embarrassing, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t imagined what it would feel like for him to touch her more intimately. The thought was enough to get her worked up whenever she wanted to get herself off before bed. It shamed her, but he fondled her just like she’d envisioned, his hand large enough to squeeze one of her breasts. He’d never touched her like this before, and she had to bite back a whimper when he rolled her nipple between his fingers through the thin material of her bra.
“You always wear these cheap bras to downplay your chest, but I found that lingerie hidden in your closet,” Gojo said, practically berating her. “Who did you wear that for, hm?”
“No-no one,” Utahime stammered out.
“You don’t just buy things like that to wear for yourself,” Gojo scolded. “Who fucked you in that?”
He pinched her nipple harder than before, and she let out a tiny yelp. “No one! I never– I’ve never worn it. I didn’t– I didn’t get the chance.”
His fingers loosened, touching her gently again. “Aw, poor Utahime, how long’s it been since someone properly fucked you? Since before the accident? Were you nervous? Ashamed? Embarrassed?” His hand drifted away from her chest, sliding down her stomach again, but she couldn’t feel any relief, not when he fingered the hem of her shorts. “I wanted you even more after. You were so vulnerable in the hospital bed, looking like a doll. I wanted to take you out of there and hide you away so you could never be hurt again.”
Utahime shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut and willing herself not to react. “You didn’t act like you cared that much.”
“You would’ve rejected any concern I showed you,” Gojo pointed out, a hint of anger underlining his tone. It was enough to make her open her eyes and hold her breath. His fingertip ran just underneath the band of her shorts, side to side, never going all the way in. “Stubborn, little Utahime – you just had to keep proving yourself as worthy, even if it meant only teaching. I could’ve offered you sanctuary, and you would’ve turned me down. All this running around, throwing yourself into dangerous situations, inserting yourself into your students’ lives even at the risk of your own life – you made things so difficult.”
Her fingers twitched as she fought the temptation to grab his wrist and pull him away. Instead, she dug them into the material of his pants as a cold realization settled into her mind. “You told the higher-ups not to send me on any more solo missions, didn’t you?”
“Someone had to be realistic,” Gojo pointed out. “Someone had to protect you.”
For the first time, true anger burned through Utahime, and she jerked in his grip. “I didn’t need your protection!”
“Aw, c’mon, Hime, look at the position you’re in now,” Gojo mocked. “I bet all our friends warned you about how dangerous I was – they even spirited you away in the middle of the night and hid you from me – and yet you ignored all the warning signs and threw yourself right into the crosshairs.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval, but she could feel his lips turn upward into a smile on the top of her head. “Not that I’m complaining. I’ll take care of you this time. You’ll never run away again.”
His hand slipped fully into her shorts, and she sucked in a gasp of air. It had been a long time since anyone other than herself had touched her so intimately, and she squirmed, anxious and shamefully aroused, as his fingertips tapped along the seam of her underwear. When he pressed a finger into her, she had to close her eyes, knowing full well that he’d be able to tell how wet she was even without touching her directly. He hummed, pleased with his findings, and then, without further ado, dragged her underwear to the side so he could sink a finger into her all the way down to his knuckle.
Utahime’s eyes flew open. “Go-Gojo!”
“You’re so wet already, Hime,” he teased. “Did you want me that bad? Is that why you came searching for me?”
“No– No, it’s–” Utahime shook her head. “It’s just a biological reaction–”
Gojo laughed. “Biological, huh?” He slid his finger in and out of her, torturously slow, petting the velvety walls of her cunt. “So what you’re saying is that your body knows me. It’s preparing for me to take you even without you thinking about it.” He sunk a second finger into her, and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from making a noise. “Underneath that modest and proper look you try to portray, I always knew you’d be the perfect whore for me.”
Utahime wanted to deny him – to snap back, fight, struggle – but she couldn’t, her body lighting up with a terrible flash of pleasure as he began to fuck her with his fingers. When she moved, it wasn’t to pull away from him. Instead, her hips rocked back and forth seemingly with a mind of their own, her chest rising and falling in staggers as she fought to breathe properly. She had to slap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from being too loud, grasping his forearm over her stomach with the other.
“Still so tight,” Gojo mused, his lips brushing against the top of her head. “If you’re squeezing my fingers this much, how’s my cock going to fit without hurting you?” She whimpered, twisting in his grip, and he chuckled. “Ah, oh well, I’ll have to break you in regardless. You’ll like it. After all, you can’t do anything without making it a fight.”
She wanted to fight him right now, but humiliated as she felt being fingerfucked in the darkness of an alley, it felt embarrassingly good too. There was something taboo about it that thrilled some awful part of her mind to know Gojo wanted her so badly that he couldn’t wait until they were hidden away. She hated it – hated the way he was able to make her feel things she shouldn’t. Instead of being adoring and considerate, he mercilessly took from her, carving a space out inside her with his fingers until she was shaking.
“I hope your neighbors aren’t too nosy,” Gojo said. “What if someone walked by and saw you like this?” He tutted, sliding his fingers out of her cunt so he could play with her clit. She moaned, the muffled sound too loud, but desire burned right through her, his touch close to sending her over the edge. “I should make you suck me off after this. Then you’d really look like a whore, wouldn’t you? I know you’ve got the perfect mouth for it – been dreaming about fucking that for years.”
Utahime shook her head as much as she could with his hand still wrapped around her throat, whining behind her palm. The threat terrified her as much as it excited her, but she didn’t want that. She wouldn’t be able to survive the humiliation of anyone seeing her like this, brought down to a deplorable and pathetic level by a man that had spent the better part of their years teasing her. It was shameful enough as it was now. He was hard, his dick pressing against her ass every time her hips rocked back against him. It almost startled her, the realization that this was only the beginning.
Gojo lifted his head, peering upward. “Did you hear that? Sounded like someone stepping out on their patio.”
Panic flashed through Utahime’s mind, enough to finally convince her to try to rip herself out of Gojo’s grasp. It was useless though, and he shoved his fingers back into her in retaliation. She barely bit back a cry, tears burning at the edges of her eyes as he ruthlessly fingerfucked her and pressed down on her clit with his thumb.
“If you don’t want anyone to see you like this, you better cum on my fingers like a good girl,” Gojo hissed in her ear.
Realizing there was nothing else she could do to get away from him, Utahime dropped the last vestiges of the wall she was holding up to protect herself and gave into him. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully feel him and accept the pleasure building up inside her. It wasn’t long before it grew to a crescendo, and she tipped over into an orgasm that sent her spiraling.
For a brief moment, nothing mattered but how good it felt, her muscles twinging and her heart soaring and the blood rushing in her ears. Her body shook against him as she came, coating his fingers and palm in slick. The sensation was overpowering, to the point where she instantly craved more, whining as Gojo whispered filthy encouragements into her ear. She wanted to hate it and herself for enjoying it, but she couldn’t, not when it felt even better than she’d dreamed.
By the time she began to come down and return to awareness, Utahime noticed that Gojo’s grip on her had loosened quite a bit. He’d gone slack behind her, leaning against the wall with his hand pulled out from her shorts, and she realized in a daze that her curse technique must’ve slipped through her cries and whines. He’d likely never felt the full effect before, his Infinity always barring it from him, and so her cursed energy had soothed him unintentionally. It was just enough to snap her out of it, and she ripped herself away from him, tearing out of the alley despite the weakness of her legs.
The car was the logical place to go. There was no way she could outrun Gojo on foot, but her pockets were empty, the keys somewhere in the alley, so she was forced to run across the street. There was a park a few blocks away, one she’d noticed was spattered with low-level curses. There was a chance she could lose him there, smother her cursed energy and use the curses as camouflage. It was a long shot by far, Gojo’s Six Eyes too powerful to be tricked by the dark, but there was nothing else she could do.
She’d made a foolish and huge mistake. The most she could hope for was for their friends to arrive and intervene, and even then, she wasn’t sure if she wanted that. Would he hurt them if they got in the way? She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if something like that happened. Perhaps it would’ve been better to let Gojo have what he wanted, but then again, she wasn’t sure what that would entail for her. Would he only snap out of it once he killed her and fulfilled the curse’s technique? Was that the only outcome? To get fucked and killed?
She staggered upon jumping over a small fence into the park, her ankle bending awkwardly upon the landing, but she managed to scramble to her feet, ignoring the lances of pain as she darted into the trees. Her lungs were burning, her muscles aching, and so she was forced to duck behind a tree to catch her breath. Now that she was standing still, she could feel a throb between her legs, a mortifying reminder of the pleasure she’d felt minutes ago, and pressed her lips together to stop herself from making any sounds.
Not that it mattered. She could sense the overwhelming weight of Gojo’s cursed energy before she heard him whistling a cheerful tune. “Oh, Utahime!” he called out playfully. “You’re not making this any easier for yourself. Then again, I love a good chase. Hardly anyone puts up a fight with me anymore, but you never let me down.”
She held her breath, counting down the seconds, but he seemed to be wandering around aimlessly. Closing off her cursed energy was difficult and nigh impossible for her, considering its very nature, but as long as she stayed quiet, it was much easier to handle. If he couldn’t spot a flare of her cursed energy and stayed out of sight, she could potentially hide from him. It was the only thing she could think to do, but as time passed, the more she struggled. She could feel his cursed energy calling out to her, demanding a response from her own, her body and mind filled with the need to resonate, to harmonize with him.
Right when Utahime was considering slinking further into the park where more curses lingered, Gojo popped around the corner of the tree with a gleeful, “Found ya.”
She yelped, a burst of cursed energy spilling out of her, and ran away, staggering blindly off the path and through a small playground area. She didn’t know why she ran, especially when it was so useless, but she couldn’t just stand there and let him have his way. She had to at least try to escape. She had to fight him. She had to–
Something hard collided with her from the back, taking her down to the ground, and she landed on the grass with a solid thud that knocked the air from her lungs. As she struggled to breathe properly, panic overflowing her mind, she also kicked and flailed, but nothing worked. She couldn’t get up and she couldn’t breathe, darkness creeping at the edge of her vision.
“So slow,” Gojo huffed, almost sounding disappointed.
Clamping her mouth together, Utahime didn’t force herself to try to breathe until finally, after what felt like too long, she opened her mouth and air rushed into it again. She sucked in as much air as Gojo’s body would allow her, only to stiffen when she felt him tugging on the band of her shorts.
“Wait,” Utahime gasped, writhing underneath him. “Wait, Gojo, don’t– Not here–”
“Well, we could’ve done it in the privacy of the alley, but someone had to run away,” Gojo scolded.
She could hear the clink of a belt being undone, then a zipping noise, and that panic turned into outright fear. He wouldn’t– He couldn’t– He wasn’t possibly going to force himself onto her here, right out in the open, in the grass. Was he so out of it that he wasn’t bothered by the idea of fucking her like an animal on the ground? It was dark and empty in the park, sure, but there was nothing barring them from sight. They’d be completely exposed, her weakness entirely on display.
Something inside Utahime snapped, and she began to kick and scream wildly, “No, no, no, Gojo, don’t! Stop it!” She didn’t care if anyone heard her now. At this rate, anyone living across the park would hear her, and they would probably call the police. “Please, don’t! Not here! I can’t–”
“If you’re gonna act like a stubborn bitch,” Gojo grunted, pulling her shorts and underwear down with force, “then I’m gonna have to fuck you like one.”
Utahime squeezed her eyes shut – confused about the throbbing between her legs, upset over her powerless to stop him – and forced herself to go still. Gojo wouldn't hurt her. It wasn’t him – it was the curse, she reminded herself, the curse was propelling him forward – but he had to still be in there. He’d mocked and bullied her for years, but he had never physically harmed her before. They’d barely touched, only here and there, enough to make her crave more and then be embarrassed about it later.
The Gojo Satoru she loved though had to still be inside him. If she could appeal to him…
“Please, Gojo, not here,” Utahime whimpered. She twisted her head to the side and peered at him sideways with a tearful gaze. “Take me back to your place. Then you can do whatever you want to me.”
Gojo snorted and patted her on the ass. “I can do whatever I want to you now.”
“I want to go back to your place, please ,” Utahime begged. “You want me, right? But if I’m uncomfortable and putting up a fight, it won’t be truly having me. It’ll just be an illusion. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Good, huh?” Gojo paused as he muled it over. This was an illusion, brought on by the curse. “You won’t fight me?”
“That was just to rile you up, get you in the mood,” Utahime told him. “You love the fight and chase, don’t you? I did that for you.” He stared down at her with an unreadable expression, but now that he’d stopped, she was able to push forward. “But I want to go back to your place now. I want… I want you, Satoru.”
She put as much of her cursed energy into her voice as she dared, and Gojo went slack. He blinked languidly, affected once more, but he didn’t get off her. His grasp on the back of her thigh softened, and even his blank look mellowed out. “You want me?”
“I have,” Utahime admitted. “For a long time.”
“Why fight it so much then?” Gojo asked.
“It’s complicated, and you know it,” Utahime said. “But no more. You have me now. Take me home, Satoru.”
Gojo didn’t say anything for a while or even move, simply looking down at her. It was the curse, she realized, trying to process what she was saying. She couldn’t understand why, but it had forced him to fixate on her to the point of madness. That must’ve been what happened to the last victim, except the object of his fixation had put up a brutal fight until the very end. It was understandable, and everything in Utahime was screaming to fight, but Gojo was different. Her only other option was essentially to give up.
Instead of trying to fight or escape him, she could give him exactly what the curse told him he wanted.
“You really want that?” Gojo asked.
Utahime nodded, her cheek rubbing into the dirt. “I do.”
A smile lit up Gojo’s face, and even his blue eyes shone brightly. “Such a good, obedient girl – and clever too, I’ll admit. But I’m okay with that. I don’t want anyone else to see you like this, just me.”
She almost let out a sigh of relief when Gojo climbed off her, but she only had a few seconds of reprieve before he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to her feet. She stumbled, her shorts and underwear tangled at her knees, and crashed into his chest. He didn’t give her any time to fix herself though, hooking an arm around her waist and teleporting them. It was like the floor was being pulled out from under her feet, a gasp cut off halfway when her throat constricted, and then a second later, they were standing on firm ground again, somewhere dark and warm, the sounds and smells of the park gone.
Before Utahime could question him, he shoved her backward, and she tumbled onto a bed, bouncing on the mattress with a cry of, “Gojo!”
“No more fighting, remember?” Gojo said, waving a finger at her. “Don’t force me to hurt you, Utahime. I’d be sad if I had to scar you again as a reminder.”
Utahime went silent and still, peering up at him as he lorded over her. Just as she had promised in the park, she didn’t try to run away or fight. Instead, she watched as he peeled away the layers of his clothes, revealing a near-perfect body underneath. Gojo was devastatingly handsome, almost god-like, his skin pale and almost untouched save for the large scar on his chest. She was desperate to run her fingers across it and feel the raised skin that must’ve matched the scar on her face. He pulled his blindfold over his head, tossing it aside with his shirt and jacket, and then finished taking off his pants.
When Utahime caught sight of what was waiting for her for the first time, her face heated with blush, and she couldn’t help but look away. He chuckled, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her to the foot of the bed. “Aw, don’t be shy. It’s not like you’re entirely pure.” He yanked her up into a sitting position, nearly making her face collide with his dick, and slid his other hand around the back of her head to grab a handful of hair. “I’ve always wondered how you’d be at sucking dick. I mean, you’ve gotta be good at it, right?”
As embarrassing as it was to admit it, Utahime had been told by previous partners that she was good at oral, though it wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed. It could mess with her throat and mouth, which in turn affected her curse technique and energy output.
“You don’t have to suck it if you don’t want to,” Gojo pointed out. “I’m more than happy to fuck your face. I jacked myself off more than once to the thought of it since I was a teenager.”
The idea of Gojo getting himself worked up over her even back then made Utahime squirm, but then again, it was easier to rationalize it then. He’d been a teenager, hormonal and stupid. It wouldn’t have taken him much to fantasize about something to get himself off. Nonetheless, her gaze fluttered up to his and, after a moment of stubbornness, she opened her lips, leaned forward, and took his cock into her mouth. His hand holding her hair was an ever-present reminder that he could change the pace if he wanted, so she didn’t hold back, sucking and licking at him until he was slowly rocking back and forth in tune with her.
“Shit,” Gojo groaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “You are good at this.”
Utahime breathed through her nose, doing her best to focus on him and not go too hard or fast at first. She was concerned he would amp things up if she did. With one hand resting on his hip, she held him at the base with the other, unable to fully take him into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on his cock, pressing her tongue underneath it for added pressure, and hummed in pleasure when he allowed her to go at her own pace.
It was a little humiliating, the way he stroked her head and murmured praise as she sucked him off, especially the way it went right to her cunt. She had to press her legs together to stop herself from squirming, irritated at how he was able to affect her even when she was the one doing the work. After enough time, she was able to relax her throat just enough that she dared to take him as deep as she possibly could, once nearly all the way down his cock, and his body shuddered with pleasure.
“Fuck, Uta!” Gojo tugged sharply on her hair, pulling her off his cock with a surprised gasp. “Don’t do that unless you want me to cum in your mouth.” He tapped her on the nose, looking down at her with a knowing smile that made her shift nervously. “You’re not gonna get off that easily.”
Utahime frowned. “I’m not trying–”
“Off,” Gojo demanded, tugging on her shirtsleeve.
A little petulantly, Utahime did as she was told, taking off her t-shirt and sports bra, then kicking her shoes off so that her shorts and underwear could slide off the rest of the way. Gojo stared her down like she was his last meal, devouring her naked form with his eyes so blatantly that she had to fight the urge to cover up. Even in the dark, being under the direct gaze of his eyes was too much, but she knew he would be displeased if she tried to hide herself even a little.
“Much better,” Gojo hummed.
He bent over to pick something up, Utahime furrowing her brow and asking, “What are you–?” only to cut herself off when she saw the belt in his hand. He snatched her by the wrists, wrapping the belt around them, and then jerked her to the top of the bed so he could secure the other end around the headboard. She twisted her body and kicked out of instinct, caught off guard after he’d let her take a bit of control. “I said I’d be good! You don’t–”
“I know you’ll be good,” Gojo said as he checked on the restraints around her wrists. “But you look even better like this. All tied up, completely helpless and at my mercy – it’s cute.” She fell lax on the pillows, blinking up at him with angry tears pooling in her eyes. The belt didn’t hurt right now, but she knew the strain on her arms would later. He considered her carefully, a pink tongue sliding across his teeth. “Perhaps I should gag you to lessen the effect of your cursed energy. You’ve been slipping in your technique.”
“No, I–” Utahime swallowed at the hardening of his gaze. She couldn’t deny it. With his Infinity down, he’d finally been able to truly experience the extent of her cursed energy. “Don’t you want to hear me? To feel me?”
Gojo slid a hand down the side of her face to the hollow of her throat, right over her voicebox. “You know me so well, don’t you? Of course I wanna hear you – your screams, cries, pleading. I’m weak for it.”
He climbed over top of her, easily shifting her body on the bed and spreading her legs out so he could fit in between them. With his hands resting on either side of her, he held himself over her, his heavy cock resting on her stomach. Utahime tried not to panic, but her heart was racing frantically. She opened her mouth to think to ask him for a condom, but no, that would be worthless. He’d say something about needing to be as close to her as possible and, as much as it shamed her, she wanted to feel him too.
She hadn’t lied about wanting him, but she had never pictured their first time being like this, if at all.
“Scared, Hime?” Gojo wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before lining himself up between her legs. She didn’t answer him, but her breath hitched in her throat when he pressed the tip against her center. “Gonna cry?”
Utahime ripped her gaze away from between them to glower up at him. “No.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Gojo shot back, right before he began to push himself inside her.
Even though she was wet from the orgasm in the alley and her own embarrassing excitement, the resistance was immediate. Biting her lip, she tried to relax her body and divert the pain elsewhere, digging her nails into the palms of her hands. It took a few short and sharp thrusts, but when he finally managed to bottom out inside her, Gojo hid his face in the crook of her neck and let out a guttural moan. Utahime’s body twitched, unaccustomed to the sensation of being so full. His cock pierced a part of her even deeper than his fingers had.
When he dragged his cock partially out of her, she couldn’t stop herself from making a strangled sound, only to whimper when he pushed himself back in. He was slower at first than she expected, his cock pulling out and pushing in as her walls squeezed around him. His face remained hidden, his lips brushing against her neck as he panted hotly. She wondered if he could feel the erratic beat of her pulse. Tears burned her eyes, both pleasure and pain mixed together, as he sank into her, hips flush with hers, bringing them together as one.
“Is this…? Is this what you wanted?” Utahime forced out, each word coming out like a puff of air.
“Yes.” He pulled out of her, almost to the tip, and then slammed back into her, hard enough to make her cry out. After that, any pretenses of going soft and slow were over, and he began to pick up the pace. It was a shock to her body, but tied to the headboard, she was unable to anything except take him repeatedly. “Yes, yes, yes–” His voice had transformed into a growl, vicious and angry. “You denied me so many times, but no more. You’re mine now, and I’m not letting you go ever again.”
It had to be the curse, twisting his desire into rage. She couldn’t remember rejecting him, not outright at least, if only because he’d never asked. Afraid that the curse would twist him further into the illusion, Utahime cried out, “I’m yours, all yours, I swear!”
Gojo lifted his face from the crook of her neck and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to face him before pressing his lips against hers in a harsh kiss. It wasn’t dreamy in the slightest or romantic, an intense command that she couldn’t deny. She kissed him back as fiercely as she could, trying so hard to match him. He slammed into her again, and she faltered for a moment, whining into his mouth.
When he pulled away from her, she sucked in a gasp of breath, blinking as he lifted himself over her and sat further back on his haunches. “Don’t lie to me, Utahime. It’s unbecoming of someone so obedient.”
“I’m not,” Utahime whimpered.
“You’re just trying to appease the curse, aren’t you?” Gojo slid out of her, leaving her feeling strangely bereft and empty, and hooked his arms under her legs to lift her ass off the bed. When he pushed his cock into her again, he pressed her knees down onto her chest, squishing her underneath him. It made her feel even more pathetic before, like she was nothing more than a hole for him to fuck. “You’re supposed to please me .”
Utahime tugged on her restraints, her shoulders already growing sore. “Gojo, please, if you just– if you let me touch you–”
But Gojo fucked into her hard, cutting her off with a squeak, and clicked his tongue. “Not until I’ve had my fill of you.” He smiled down at her, but there was no warmth in it, his eyes darker than ever before. “Who knows how long that will take? You might not be able to stay awake for all of it.”
Before Utahime could protest, Gojo shifted his position, keeping her hips raised but allowing her legs to hang over his shoulders as he fucked her. He hit a spot deep inside her every time, one that had her toes curling and cries slipping from her. She could feel the tears streaking down the side of her face as he fucked her relentlessly, his cock thrusting in and out of her. The intense expression on his face frightened her, nothing like the teasing smile he usually wore for her. She wanted nothing more than to bring him back, to hold her against him, to take him again and again until he was satisfied.
But she didn’t know if she could do it. She quite suddenly realized that Gojo had been holding himself back this whole time, and she didn’t know if she could handle him now that he wasn’t.
Holding onto a leg with one hand, his other drifted between them, slipping across her clit again. Utahime stiffened, but this time, it was in pleasure instead of pain or surprise. The gesture wasn’t born from selflessness, more likely his desire to feel her get off on his cock, but it felt blessedly good. His eyes roved over her body, from where they were joined, his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, up her stomach that stubbornly held onto a bit of fat no matter how hard she worked out, to her tits that bounced with each sharp thrust, to her flushed face with her parted lips, sweaty hair matted on her forehead and temple.
“You look fucking wrecked,” Gojo mumbled to himself, likely taking in the feel of her cursed energy swirling around them as well. “Absolutely beautiful.”
The praise went to her head and, on top of his fingers deftly playing with her clit, Utahime came with a loud keen, her back arching as pleasure shot swiftly down her spine and pooled in her center. The walls of her cunt spasmed around him, squeezing his cock so tightly that it threatened to push him out, and he moaned, doing his best to continue fucking her through it.
“Satoru, please,” Utahime practically sobbed, pleasure and desire tingling throughout her body. “In me, cum inside me, please, please–”
“You want it?” Gojo rasped, fucking into her hard enough to scoot her up the pillows. Her head hit the headboard, but he didn’t stop, only moving his hand from her clit to wrap around her throat again, keeping her in place. He squeezed down, and she gasped, feet kicking out, but he only fucked her faster, a wild look in his eyes. A feral grin crossed his face. “Yeah, you want it. I bet you’ve been dreaming about it – wishing I’d fill you up, over and over again, like some clan whore.”
Utahime squeezed her eyes shut, but this time, she didn’t try to argue with him. Instead, she nodded, as much as his hand around her throat would allow. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted so much, but she had never allowed herself to think about it for too long. Gojo Satoru was a sorcerer above everyone else. He wouldn’t lower himself to someone like her – except, perhaps, in that respect, and he’d never let her forget it either.
Gojo leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low voice meant only for her. “It’s okay, Hime, I want that too, and you’re gonna give it to me.”
There was no more talking after that, just the sounds of Gojo’s pants, Utahime’s cries, the creak of the bed, and skin slapping against skin. It hurt – and yet, it felt good too, the aftershocks of her orgasm threatening to tip her over into another one. For a dizzying moment, Utahime thought she might actually blackout, Gojo’s grip on her throat too tight, but it brought her to an unexpected high as well. He fucked her fast and hard, his pace growing more erratic with each thrust, until finally, he slammed into her one last time and spent himself inside her.
The sudden flood of warmth shocked Utahime, but at the same time, it seemed to soothe her hot blood, making her body go completely limp under his as he held himself tight over top of her. He shook, little trembles shooting through his body, and seemed to try to push his cock even deeper into her. When he let go of her leg, he nearly fell onto her, but he caught himself at the last second, pressing a hand on the pillow where her head rested. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, mouth open, and his sweaty bangs hung in his closed eyes.
He looked terribly beautiful, even now.
After gathering himself together, Gojo finally pulled his cock out of her, dragging some of his mess with it. Utahime couldn’t stop herself from whimpering, overly sensitive. He chuckled, low and deep in his chest, and let go of her throat so he could wipe away the streaks of tears down her cheeks and temple.
Swallowing past the pain in her neck, Utahime timidly prompted, “Gojo? Is it…? Are you…?”
“Am I done?” Gojo’s eyes fluttered open, full of adoration, and her heart skipped a beat as he stroked her face. He sat back on his knees and grabbed her leg and hip, twisting her around so that she was on her stomach. “C’mon, who do you think I am? I’m nowhere near done, not by a longshot.” He leaned over her, his still hard cock gliding over her ass, and nuzzled the back of her head with his nose. “I told you, Utahime: I’ve been waiting a long time to have you, and I’m not stopping until you know never to run away from me again – or else.”
Utahime’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, and she closed her eyes, pressing her face into the pillow to stop the flow of tears as she felt him push his cock into her cunt again, using his own mess as lube. He stroked her head and back almost lovingly, telling her she could handle it, but she wasn’t so sure. It would be a hard lesson, one she should’ve already known. There was no escaping a man like Gojo Satoru. Surviving him, on the other hand…