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๑՞. OH, HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN !

YOU STUMBLE UPON THE ABANDONED CASTLE of the king of monsters, Getou Suguru.

categories. jujutsu kaisen ─ getou suguru ─ angst, smut ─ 5.2k words.

contents. obsessed!getou, reincarnated!reader, tentacle fucking, tentacle sucking, monster fucking, unprotected sex, bondage w tentacles, clit slapping, double penetration, overstimulation, cum eating, dacryphilia, choking, etc.

notes. i have fallen down the hole of tentacle porn. im unashamed and y'all are gonna love this.

Beyond the cascades of trees, beyond the bushes, and beyond the eerie fog lies the old and abandoned kingdom of Irashimura. Covered in vines that refuse to die, chipped walls in different arrays of earthy hues. With every step you take, you’re worried about the decaying structure toppling down.

You can tell that the castle used to be great. Your fingers run down the jagged walls, staring up above at the pointed arches and the most beautiful tracery your eyes have ever laid eyes upon. The intricate designs and curves were breathtaking. How could something as old as this last for so long?

Most of the windows were shattered and if they weren’t, the glass was cracking. Stepping on some of the broken glass, you tried to peek inside for a good look. Inching closer and closer, you were only met with darkness. Eyes flashing away, you swore you saw something slither in your peripheral vision. However, you find nothing in sight when your eyes trail over the same spot again.

Around you are towering trees — mostly dead and rotting. The only things that seemed alive were the weeds and invasive plants that didn’t need much to live. The night sky is unusually dark. There’s no stars peeking out, leaving the man on the moon to stare down at you with solemn eyes. He seems to be telling you of his loneliness. As much as you’d like to console him as well, you’re lonely, too.

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𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘

𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑽𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒖, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄), 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒅, 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 (𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒅) 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 (𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 27, 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒊𝒔 21 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒔 22), 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒖, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒎𝒙𝒇𝒙𝒎, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 (𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘) 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕

𝑾𝑪: 10.9𝑲 (𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒍)

𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐'𝒔 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

Embarrassed. 

You experience this while sitting on your bed behind the curtain, holding one of your dildos. You were struggling to process what had just transpired while exhaling heavily and deeply.

“Why are you hiding, Mrs. Sakamoto?”

Why did he even try to communicate with you? Did he not humiliate you enough?  you asked yourself the questions as you grabbed your wet towel on your bed.

“Come on, the show was only beginning. We want to watch you squirt on that machine once more, so come back,” he teased. “I had no idea you could squirt that much.”

You responded, wiping the sweat that was dripping from your forehead, "That would be improper Gojo-kun."

"How so," the friend enquired. "How is it improper? Aren't you the one that left your windows slightly open? It appears as though you wanted to be observed.”

You said, "No!" as you pulled back the curtain to reveal your neighbour, Gojo Satoru, a young man of 21 years, smiling broadly and staring directly at you. "The place was simply warm and I wanted some air,"

Geto Suguru, Gojo's friend, replied, placing his palm on his back, "I would be really astounded if it wasn't." The 22-year-old grinned as he saw you once more hide behind your curtains. “After all that squirting and crying, the room had to eventually become warm, right?”

You stammered, trying to further distance yourself from them, "N-no." You felt so foolish, my God. Why did you act rashly tonight? Were you really that desperate for your dildo machine to fuck you with your dildo that you forgot to close your windows? 

Fuck, this was a whole fucking mess. 

And to make matters worse, your neighbours started to settle in on the windowsills while they waited for you to get back to your place, which was on your knee, your ass spread wide, and your sex machine fucking your soaked pussy with your dildo. 

“Come back, Mrs. Sakamoto, we want to hear your pretty moans once again,” Gojo urged with a hint of humour.

Geto remarked, "We want to watch you cream all over that gorgeous pink dildo you've got in your hands."

You addressed him with, "That indecent Geto-kun." "My husband wouldn't appreciate it if he found out that I saw you two staring at me," You said.

Gojo laughed as he threw his head back at this. Geto quickly adopted after. You were perplexed as to what exactly made what you just stated amusing. If your spouse found out, they may face terrible consequences, as you are aware. So why were they laughing?

“What husband?” Gojo enquired while laughing more. You peeked out from behind the drapes to take in his face. “You mean your absent-minded hubby, right?”

Geto answered, "I guess she meant her husband that fucks another lady inside their bedroom every other weekend," in response. You scowled when you noticed that they were both laughing again. “Her unfaithful spouse, who prefers stray pussies to his gorgeous wife's pretty and fat pussy.”

"I believe she is aware of that. If she didn't, wouldn't she be engaging in sexual activity with her husband instead of that sex machine?" Gojo enquired of his friend.

Geto said, before turning to gaze at you, "I think so." He swept his long, black mane behind his back while you watched, then looked into your eyes. “Look, honey, I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything, but to be quite honest, I couldn't give a damn if you went ahead and told that little husband of yours that you caught us staring at his wife.”

Gojo leaned his hand on his knee and looked at you, saying, "He's right, mama." He observed your severe frown. He was beginning to regret bringing up your cheating husband in that way. You obviously already knew this. But with him being so young and having such an immature, mocking, and domineering attitude, all he needed to say was something to get you angry. To witness you stuff your fat pussy with that toy once more, he had to say something. "Right now, we just want to see you squirt all over your toy.”

You finally shut your curtains in their faces and yelled, "Fuck you both." How could they bring up such a sensitive subject. You were unaware that they were aware your husband was an adulterer. However, they had no right to put your affairs in your face in that manner. With you, they've gone too far. They have the arrogance to treat you with such disrespect after having already embarrassed, humiliated, and shamed you. You're not sure if you'll be able to talk to them the same way you used to after what just happened.

You enjoyed having them as neighbours and thought they were great company. Despite the fact that they occasionally acted touchy and flirtatious. But after what happened tonight, you're no longer so confident about them. 

You gently got out of bed to take apart the machine, sighing loudly as you did so. After finishing that, you hid the device in your closet behind a pair of your old shoes. You quickly collected up your toys and tucked them away in your drawer before rushing to the bathroom to take a shower.

You took your time getting ready and bathed as you pondered what just happened. You were having so much fun playing around with yourself when you heard a male moan followed by a mutter, "If she keeps squirting like that, I know I'm going to cum in my pants.”

“Fuck. Look how lovely her pussy is. To be that damn toy," you overheard someone else say. You can still picture your young neighbours Gojo and Geto looking at you from their window while biting their lips when you turn around. 

Never before in your life have you hid so quickly. You felt humiliated because they witnessed you enjoying yourself via their window. The fact that you saw them peering out your window humiliated you even more.

You were angry with them for treating you so disrespectfully. It's possible that you treated them too leniently or that you failed to put any restrictions for them. Perhaps they thought it was okay to speak to you in such an arrogant manner because of how relaxed you appeared to be around them. They were 6 years your junior. Consequently, you had assumed that they would regard you in some way. But your assumptions were incorrect.

What are you going to do now? 

Meanwhile… 

As he bounced back inside his bedroom and regarded his friend, Gojo grinned to himself. “We made a mistake, didn't we?”

“You think?” Geto laughed as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. “Tomorrow, we should apologise,” he said in a grave manner.

“What do you apologise for?” Gojo questioned as he observed Geto also take out a lighter from his pocket. “I won't apologise for looking, I promise.”

"I'm not referring to that moron. We need to apologise for what we said about her husband. The neighbourhood knows of her husband's adulterous activities, but we had no right to publicly shame her,” Geto stated to his close friend. “I get that we were having fun teasing her, but we went a little too far.”

Gojo let out a small sigh in recognition that his best friend had spoken the truth. Tomorrow, they have to make it up to you. In either direction. "Okay, then."

…

Since the incident, a few days had gone by, and Gojo and Geto still hadn't had a chance to apologise to you. Or perhaps it appeared more like you were trying to avoid them. 

Every time they would emerge from their home to speak with you, you swiftly went back inside. You stopped giving them your homemade meals and pastries. You even blocked calls from your number to theirs. The window to your bedroom had been permanently closed off from their view.

Though they were aware of your anger at what had transpired, they hadn't counted on you to be this angry. They were starting to regret what they had said to you. They detest the manner in which you currently handle them. They were eager to win back your favour, but they needed to find a strategy for winning your forgiveness for what they had said to you. 

So after another few days of planning and putting everything together, the Friday evening of the same week was when they decided that they were going to get you to forgive them no matter what. 

Friday Evening…

Your husband's daughter Akio was staring at you on the phone and asked, "He's gone again isn't he?”

“Yes, he claimed he needed to travel to Peru for work, but I know he's lying. He's dragging that chick on vacation,” you retorted with a heaving sigh.

Your stepdaughter groaned loudly as well before grinning dejectedly at you. “I'm sorry you had to deal with this mum.”

"Mum? Stop calling that. Keep in mind that I am around 4 years younger than you. I'd really like it if you called me Y/N," you grinned at her.

“Never in a million years, mum,” chuckled Akio. You shook your head at her and laughed. “I'll call you in the morning.”

You said, "Okay sweetie," and hung up. You had a great love for Akio. At first, you were taken aback by how encouraging she was of your bond with her father. And you were appreciative of that. Additionally, you were even more appreciative that she was there to console you whenever her father felt the need to cheat on you. She was there for you whenever you needed a friend. 

"All right, put Ashai Y/N out of your mind. Right now, your husband is not worthy of any of your thoughts,” you declared as you got up from your couch and walked to the kitchen. “It's time to prepare dinner. And then I can have a little fun tonight.”

A seafood paella may be nice. Inquiring, you asked. You went to get the supplies out of the cupboard and refrigerator. And then you soon began to cook. You heard a knock on your front door while you were making a stock for the rice.

You yelled out, "Who is it?" but got no response. Once more, you heard a knock. You asked, "Who's it?"

After a brief period of silence, the familiar voice "It's us Y/N" could be heard. Before returning to your dinner, you rolled your eyes and sighed deeply. Right now, you lack the energy to deal with them two. After all, you're still angry with them for the things they said to you that evening.

Gojo sighed loudly and then knocked on your door again from behind the locked door of your house.” Come on Mrs. Sakamoto, we just want to apologise for what we said to you that night.”

You rolled your eyes at them and said, "Oh really now."

"It was wrong of us to treat you with such disdain that evening. The initial tease was amusing, but we went a bit too far and would like to apologise,” Geto stated.

You said nothing in response to their apology. “Mrs. Sakamoto, please just come out and talk to us. I can smell your cooking from outside. We won’t leave until you come out and talk to us. We’ll sleep on your doorstep if we have to,” Gojo said while knocking at your door. 

“Come on out Mrs. Sakamoto,” Geto called. 

You sighed loudly as you rested your chopping knife on your cutting board and matched over to your front door. You yanked your front door open to see your young neighbours Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru standing there with a bouquet of flowers in their hands. 

They watched as you folded your arms over your chest as you stared up at them. “If I accept your apology, will you leave my home?” 

They shook their heads no and walked inside your home uninvited. You sighed heavily, like you said once before you did not have the energy to deal with them. So without another thought you went back to the kitchen to prepare your paella. 

They were seated around the kitchen island and they observed as you minced your sausages and veggie spices before turning their attention to cleaning the shrimp, mussels, and clams. "Smell good, Mrs. Sakamoto. What's on the menu?” 

You just replied, "Seafood Paella," gathering all the ingredients into a big bowl.

Gojo moaned, "I can already taste it on my tongue." Gojo stood up from his chair and walked cautiously up to your stove. “Oh, Su, it's so lovely.”

You stepped towards Gojo and pushed him away from the stove while complaining, "Can you move."

He protested, "Come on, I just want to see what smells so nice." You let out a long sigh and turned your back on him.

“Sato, enough already. Remember that we came here to apologise? We really aren't here to irritate her.” Gojo rolled his eyes since he knew his best friend was correct. "I am aware of the delicious aroma of the meal, and I am also certain that she will invite her charming and attractive neighbours to join her for dinner. Let's simply sit and behave for the time being.” 

“Ugh, fine,” Gojo mumbled as he sat back down on the stool around the kitchen island. “By the way Mrs. Sakamoto we’re really sorry for what we said that night though.”

Geto took the bouquets in his hands and said, "Yeah, we really are, and I hope these flowers can also serve as a part of our apology." He then got out of his chair, walked over to where you were, and handed you the flowers.  

While taking the flowers out of his hand, you sighed quietly. “Thank you; nevertheless, just because I've forgiven you doesn't mean I'll absolve you.”

“Huh?” Geto said as he regarded you in complete bewilderment.

You placed the flowers on the counter, then returned to preparing the rest of your supper. "You didn't apologise for observing me that night," you added. 

“But why would we?” You gave Gojo a dirty look as he inquired.

“Satoru?” Geto cautioned.

“What? Simply put, I'm curious." He questioned, "Why should we apologise? I won't apologise for staring at you, I promise. I mean, you looked great doing it, and I wouldn't mind seeing you do it again."

His words slightly burned your cheeks, but you didn't let it get to you. “Just be quiet so I can concentrate on preparing my meal. Or else tonight's paella will be burned for you both.” 

“Yes, ma'am,” Gojo responded. They both remaining silent for the remainder of the time made you glad. You used the quiet period to gather your thoughts. It was pleasant having someone around to keep you company while your husband was away with a lady who wasn't you. 

It was lovely to have them over to keep you company, even though you were still a little pissed off with them. In the end, they were both hilarious, understood how to have a good time, and could carry on a great conversation.

Despite all of that, you were unsure of how to engage them in a typical discussion now that they had witnessed what they weren't allowed to. We do understand. You should have closed your windows instead of acting carelessly. And upon more reflection, you realised that it was entirely their fault for staring. Just consider it: they're young college boys who probably wouldn't pass up the chance to see a naked woman. And honestly, you felt some sort of emotion since they didn't pass up the chance to glance at you.

You told them, "Dinner's ready."

“Should I pick up our regular plates?” Geto asked as he came up behind you.

“Yes, upper shelves,” came the reply. “Please take the drink out of the refrigerator, Gojo-kun.”

He said, "Ok mommy," rising from his chair and moving toward the refrigerator.

You muttered under your breath, "Please, stop calling me mommy. You sound just like my step daughter."

“Never in a million years,” he laughed. You gave him a sidelong glance and then flipped the flame underneath the pot.

Geto presented you with his dish and said, "Here Mrs. Sakamoto." You shared his dinner on his plate and then gave it back to him, grinning a little. After that, he handed you Gojo's plate. Before giving it back to Geto, you shared his meal. Finally, you distribute your meal before proceeding to the kitchen island.

 Gojo reached for the glass cups and set them down next to the juice on the table. They each said, "Itadakimasu," and made a small bow before diving into their meal. 

Geto took a bite of the shrimp and remarked, "Wow, this is very good.

Gojo hummed in agreement as he drank the clam juice and then shoved a spoonful of rice into his lips. He ate his meal, wiggling his body like a young child, and you laughed.

You grabbed a napkin that was already on the table and wiped the corner of his lips while saying, "You're creating a mess, Gojo-kun."

He licked his lips and remarked, "I'm sorry, but the food tastes incredibly great."

“It's true, Mrs. Sakamoto, your husband is slacking off on this delectable lunch,” Geto added. He noticed the brief grimace that crossed your face before a false grin swiftly concealed it.

“Thank you; I'm happy you like it.” For the remainder of the meal, everyone ate quietly. Gojo offered to do the dishes after you had finished eating while Geto cleared the table. Even though you urged them not to worry about it, they persisted in doing it.

They insisted that it was simply another way for them to express their regret. The room fell silent as you all worked to clean the kitchen area. It was a very nice silence until someone interrupted it.

“Mrs. Sakamoto, where is your husband at the moment?” Geto inquired abruptly, folding the towels he had used to clean the table before coming over to you.

“Why do you want to know that?” you snarkily questioned.

“Answer a question with a question, Mrs. Sakamoto, not cool,” he chuckled. Simply rolling your eyes, you ignored him. “I guess I'm curious to some extent.”

“Why?” you asked. 

"Well, I want to know why in the name of God on earth would a man neglect such a beautiful woman as yourself." You could feel the heat rising across your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“N-na-nani?” 

"I'm curious—did you do something wrong? How come he won't make love to you? Why must you have sex with a sex device?” You were being moved toward the kitchen counter as he asked while doing so slowly. When your hands made touch with the cold, wet, marble counters, you gasped. “You had to irritate him somehow.”

"I concur, I do. A man wouldn't betray his wife if there was no good cause to."   Gojo added as he came up to both Geto and you. You looked up at them and started whimpering. Their piercing gaze made you feel tiny. And it's a shame that despite the fact that you are older than them, they still make you feel so little.

When Geto questioned you and you didn't answer, he pushed your head back and curled his fingers under your chin to cause a sensation. “I asked you a question, Y/N.”

You've known your extremely attractive neighbours for years, and not once have they used your first name in conversation. You were typically referred to as mama or mommy by Gojo while Mrs. Sakamoto by Geto. You had goosebumps, though, as you heard him say your name like it belonged there.

You stumbled and tried to divert your head away from his stare, "It's none of your business," you said. After giving you a tongue click, he squeezed your chin harder to keep you gazing at him.

Gojo rubbed the soft skin of your cheeks with the back of his hand and said, "I suppose you're correct. Your business is not our business.”

“I just don't see why a man would cheat on a woman like you,” Geto countered.

"A woman exactly like me. What does that actually mean?” You grunted.

Geto's face brushed into yours, and a sly grin spread across it. “He has a gorgeous wife who, in my opinion, has a beautiful figure as well as a wonderful personality.”

Gojo hummed "Mhm" in agreement. “Beautiful body, for sure. You have the loveliest ass and the most gorgeous boobs.”

“Don't forget about that fat, wet, squirting pussy she's got there,” Geto said. Your whimpering became considerably louder as your body began to tremble. “If I were your husband, I wouldn't dare to be unfaithful to you. I would rather fuck you every day. Your pussy deserves an actual cock. Not a machine-attached, plastic dildo. We could offer you that cock, if you'd want.”

Gojo said, pulling his hand away from your face to play with your hair, "Mhm, mama, you deserve better than him." They could clearly see that you were trembling. Their recent conversation with you had an effect on you. You didn't know what it was; perhaps your husband's neglect of you was the root of it. But all of a sudden, your body felt warm. 

“As I'm sure you're aware, Y/N, Toru, and I have been keeping a watchful eye on you. You recall the day you came over to our place with freshly baked cookies while wearing a short summer dress.” Geto let go of your chin and placed both of his hands on your hips. "We've been watching you since that day," he muttered. "Y/N, you got our attention. We need you.”

Now that was something new. You were unaware that these two were drawn to you. It would make sense, though, given what you've just realised, why they always want your company.

It was understandable why Gojo would openly flirt with you in front of your spouse and why Geto would touch you in places that only your husband could touch. such as your hip or the area of your back that sits right below your ass. It also clarified why they were unafraid to converse with you in the manner that they do. You've never given it this much attention before, but they've admitted that they need you now. There was nothing else for you but to think about it.

A hand brushed up your exposed thighs, interrupting your ponderous thoughts. “That night, I know we couldn’t resisted you when we watched you having sex with the dildo machine. As I sat there and observed your pleasure, all I could think about was how much more efficient I am than a machine,” Gojo whispered in your ear. "We could fuck you so much better than that sex machine. Mama, we could make you squirt much more. I am aware that it has been a while since you last experienced a real cock within your pussy. For you, I would give my cock. Geto would undoubtedly love giving you his cock. What do you think, mama? Would you like to be fucked by our cocks?”

You clenched your thighs together and muttered, "Th-that would be wrong, Gojo-kun.” It wouldn't take long for you to become a sweaty, hot mess if they kept whispering dirty comments to you like this.

“Eh? It’s not though. I mean if your husband is cheating on you, wouldn’t you want to do the same to him?” Gojo asked, 

You muttered, "Two wrongs don't constitute a right.” The hand on your thigh moved up even more until it was resting directly below your ass. “Cheating is improper.”

“It is, but we’re offering you a good time, so come on, what’s the harm in that?” Gojo asked. “Just give us a chance to rock your world tonight and many other nights that are yet to come.”

“So how about it, Y/n?” Geto asked as he placed a kiss on your cheek. 

Their offer sounds a bit tempting. God what were you going to do. 

… 

You didn’t know how you ended up like this, but it was too late to turn back now. 

A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt Gojo’s lips working themselves along the side of your neck - gently sucking on your skin while his hands massaged your boobs. “Shit,” you whispered when he bit and sucked into your skin - pulling the flesh between his teeth and groaning at how sweet you tasted for him. 

The soft sounds that left your lips made their cocks twitch with excitement. “Your moans are even prettier to hear up close,” Geto whispered as he hooked his fingers under your chin and turned your face towards his. 

"Geto-kun," you mumbled. The corner of his mouth twisted up into a smile as he slowly drew his lips up to yours. He kissed you in the manner in which your spouse had never kissed you—that is, softly, lovingly, moistly, passionately, and breathily. He wasn't attempting to win the argument; instead, he wanted to draw you together and share a single breath, feeling, or eternal and passionate moment. Your cheeks began to heat up as his tongue stroked them in a swift, thrilling, and delicious manner. Later, he developed a tougher, more persistent tongue that was more enthused by the fire within and more interested in finding the mysterious molten fire that flowed through both of them. 

Gojo muttered as he pulled away from your neck, "I'm becoming jealous, mommy, I want a kiss too.” His fingers tightened around your chin, yanked you away from Geto, and his lips struck yours violently, as if he were attempting to flatten and obliterate your mouth. With your mouth open and tongue slicing through his tight-gritted teeth to the moist interior, you retreated with hunger. You tightened your hold on his head, as if to prevent him from escaping, and his smooth skin scraped against her supple cheeks. Your tongues sparred back and forth like wrestlers, each attempting to pin the other, as you moved your mouth against his. 

Gojo gave you a few quick lip licks before he pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his. He watched as you gasped for air and then opened your eyes to face him. He gives them a tight squeeze as his hands move from your thighs to your breast. Geto smiled at your weak attempt to hold back a loud moan by biting your lips. “Can I see your pretty tits, mama?” Gojo asked as he placed a kiss on your cheek. 

You reached for him, pulled him down so you could kiss him again, and you gave him a nice head shake. Gojo smiled against your lips, reaching up to rip your shirt open. Your nipples had become firm, and you gasped when the chilly air hit them. “Oh fuck,” Geto whispered. The rest of your clothing was strewn over the sofa as Gojo withdrew from you. You swivelled your head from one face to the other to observe how both of them bit into their lips as they leisurely admired your boobs. Geto hummed as he started to fondle your left boob with his palm, saying, "So soft." 

"So perfect.” Gojo mumbled, dipping his head to take your nipple in his mouth, "Too bad Mr. Sakamoto won't get to play with mommy's tits again.” You felt him wrap his wet tongue around your breast and gently bite it with his teeth, which made you scream and arch into his mouth. He sucked and savoured the flavour of your soft boobs as you watched with blushes burning with embarrassment. And as you listened to him more, you became even more aroused. Your pussy was starting to get wet. 

Geto yanked Gojo's head from your nipple and hurriedly hoisted you up in his arms, "Satoru, let's take Y/N to her room."

You struggled to get out of his grasp, pleading, "Wait no, don't go to my room."

As he ascended the stairs with you, Geto grinned, and Gojo followed. He reached the top of the stairs and strolled down the corridor towards your room, asking, "Why not? Y/N, got something inside you don't want us to see."

And just as you were going to respond, Gojo approached you both and shoved open your bedroom. As they cautiously entered your room, you quickly buried your face in Geto's chest. “Wow, mommy, you were planning on having a good time tonight, weren't you?” Gojo teased.

“Right, Satoru, it's a good thing we arrived.” You heard Geto saying from above you, "She won't have to fuck herself with that machine anymore.” You were so mortified that they had to see that you had your toy out for some self-indulgent play tonight. God, you were mortified. Why did you consent to allow them to have sex with you? 

Your thoughts were interrupted as Geto threw you on your bed and then walked out of the room. Gojo took up your device and dragged it closer to the bed as you looked in terror. “It would be entertaining to watch this machine screw you up close. But I believe I would rather stick my cock in you.”

“Agreed.” As he climbed onto the bed and In order for you to lie down between his legs, Geto gently pulled you. He then said, "Move that item into the closet.” Gojo followed instructions, pulled his shirt off over his head, climbed up onto the bed, and hung over you.

Gojo kissed your lips again and then moved his hand to push open the button on your shorts, saying, "You look delicious mama." After finishing that, he snagged his fingers inside the shorts and tugged them down your legs with your soaked underwear. You observed Gojo throw your clothing upon the ground. He put his hand on your knees and gradually spread your legs apart. He grinned. "Wow mama, what is this?" Gojo raised your legs and pressed them up to your chest while he questioned.

“What is it?” Geto asked with genuine curiosity on his face. Although you were perplexed as well, when you felt him tug at the thing that had been plucked from inside your ass, you suddenly had a flashback. You were conscious of placing a buttplug inside your ass earlier today. Just before your stepdaughter called, you managed to forget that you had it in you. How did you not feel it inside of you? Only God knows. 

Gojo was still grinning at you and said, "Su, come have a look at this." Geto moved his body out from under you before hovering above you.

You responded in embarrassment, "No don't look," and you pushed him away. But you couldn't push him because of his size. You screamed, "Don't look," but it was already too late.

Before circling to slap your left ass cheek, Geto sang, "Now this is what I like to see." He spanked your right ass cheek and stated, "A nice pussy on display with a pretty anal plug, plugged into a beautiful ass." Each time he spanked your ass, you let out a moan.

Right now, your mind was so blank that you couldn't think. Geto smacked you once more before coming back to sit behind you, which caused tears to start streaming down your cheeks. "Mama, I want to see you squirt. I'm curious how many times we can get you to squirt before we let you have our cocks,” Gojo remarked as he kissed your thighs and then lowered your legs onto the bed.

You whimpered, "Please, no.”

“Why don't we investigate?” Geto questioned as he raised you into his lap and then opened your legs widely. 

"Gojo-Kun, Geto-kun, don't do it, please.” You beg, "It'll hurt.” Your plea, however, was ignored when Gojo placed his fingers against your slick, pussy lips.

“We're aware, mama,” Gojo stated as he slowly caressed your slick-coated clit in slow and gentle circles. "And that's the fun part. It's time to stop being formal and start using our real names, I believe.”

Geto put his hand around your neck and yanked your head back onto his shoulders, saying, "Now repeat after me. Sa-to-ru and Su-gu-ru.”

You sobbed, shaking your head, "No."

"That's OK. Geto grinned down at you and added, "We'll have you chanting our name in no time."

Gojo continued, "We will," while further pressing his finger into your clit.

…

This is utterly, totally, and totally wrong. You curled up into Geto’s lap as he held you tightly against his chest as Gojo inserted two large digits into your moist pussy. Gojo urged, "Come on, mommy, give it to me," and quickly pushed his fingers in and out of you while his thumb stroked your clit. 

You screamed, "Ugh, fuck," as your walls stretched around his fingers and you tried to close your legs, but Geto's strength made it feel nearly impossible.  Your lungs felt constrictive as you frantically gasped for air. Your hips slightly rose off the bed and you humped his fingers that were tightly tucked inside your pussy. You shrieked when you felt Gojo's fingers stroking against the soft, spongy area inside your vagina, "Fuck, don't touch there!"

Gojo continued to assault the area with his fingers while grinning. “Oh my god, Mama.” Gojo licked his lips and marvelled at how you creamed around his fingers. "Look at how wet your pussy is," he remarked. It was quite a sight to watch how much your pussy was dripping. The sight of your dripping pussy was doing so much for him and his best friend; they wanted to feel your tight pussy wrapped around their cocks while they repeatedly made you cum around them.

Another throaty groan escaped your lips as he pulled his fingers out of you and whacked your puffed-up clit, and your thighs started to tremble. He inserted his fingers inside your warm pussy, his fingers' tips probed even further inside of you, tickling that gooey area. You screamed, "Satoru, fuck," as your pussy tightened around his fingers. 

Geto pressed your knees into your chest and mumbled, "Let it go Y/N." You started crying once more without trying to hold back your tears due to the stimulation. You screamed as Gojo inserted another finger; the sensation was a little unpleasant at first but quickly became wonderful. Geto watched as your pussy clenched around Gojo's three fingers and said, "That's baby, come on."

Gojo smiled as he looked up and noticed your expression of being fucked out. He kept pushing his fingers in and out more quickly, relishing the obvious joy written all over your face. Your mouth was open, eyes were half-lidded, and your round cheeks were streaked with tears. Drool was running down your chin.

"Y/N, are you not going to squirt for us?" You instantly shook your head no when Geto asked. "Add another finger," he remarked after grinning. Your walls are being covered in a delightful ache as soon as Gojo's fourth finger stretches your pussy and you regret not telling him that you were about to squirt. 

You yelled, "Fuck, stop this is too much," and then you gritted your teeth. 

Gojo advised you to "just let it go mommy" as he put his thumb on your puffy clit to assist you to adjust yourself for his fingers. Your body started to stiffen up on Geto's lap as Gojo continued to circle your clit with an unbelievably fast pace and pressure, your wetness pooling his entire hand. You have been anticipating your orgasm and have been feeling its onset for some time. Your lower stomach burned and strained as you prepared to squirt all over them.

“Fuck, Satoru ah-ah fuck,” you screamed as your pussy gripped tightly onto his fingers. 

"Let me have it!" Gojo's voice's low pitch was all the push you needed. Your climax was about to happen. You screamed loudly, your body seized as you painfully arching your back from Geto's lap and leaning your head back against his shoulders. Gojo gushed, "There’s the waterworks I’m looking for," as he watched the clear liquid spurt from your pussy. Gojo swiftly yanked his fingers out of your pussy and tweaked your clit to see you squirt even more.

Even though your legs were shaking like crazy, you cried, "Sa-Satoru too much," as you attempted to distance yourself from him. Geto only makes your legs wider, though.

Gojo slid his fingers inside your pussy while maniacally giggling, "More." He repeatedly thrusted his finger into your pulsating hole. It didn't take long before you had another orgasmic wave. He moaned, "Yes, yes," as he saw you squirt all over his lower body. He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, slapped your pussy hard, and then drew back to inspect his moist fingers.

Geto said to his friend, "Move Toru, it's my turn."

"Huh, not finished?"

“You believed this had ended, right?” Geto questioned as his hands caressed your inner thighs and cupped your pussy in his palm.

You screamed in pain when you felt him place his index finger between your wet pussy folds, "Suguru, I'm sensitive."

“And,” he mocked. He lightly stroked the space between your pussy folds and began to slide his finger up and down, causing the moisture there to moisten and your body temp to rise. 

You exhale "Fuck" as you turn to the side to see Gojo standing there with his hooked into his sweatpants. You saw as he pulled his underwear and sweatpants down the length of his legs. Your mouth dropped open as you saw Gojo's long and girthy cock. How the hell is he so massive? He was far larger than your husband, and he may have the largest cock you've ever seen. If his cock was this massive, does it mean Geto's cock is also massive? It had to be because you could feel it pressing against your back the entire time but didn't really pay attention to it until now.

Gojo stretched out and stroked your cheek, saying, "I want you to suck off. Su, could you kneel mama down?”

“I want to eat her pussy anyway, so no big deal. You'd like it, wouldn't you?” Geto yanked his hand away from your cunt and shoved them in his mouth. He hummed as he completely sucked his finger. “Y/N: On your knees."

You obeyed orders and carried them out. Your ass was facing Geto and your face was towards Gojo as you knelt down on your hands and knees. Gojo murmured as he hooked his fingers under your chin and raised your head to face him, "You look nice like this." He massaged your chin, asking, "Have you ever sucked a cock as big as mine? You haven't, mama, I bet."

Looking up at him made your eyes well up with tears. This entire incident was embarrassing beyond belief. For goodness' sake, you were 27 years old and being bullied by two college students who also happened to be your neighbours. Well bullying isn’t the right word to use, but you understand where we’re going with this right. 

“God, mama, you look so lovely.” You opened your mouth a little, tilted your head back even farther, and Gojo dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. Gojo pushed his face closer to yours and murmured, "Open your mouth and stick your tongue for me.” You stretched out your tongue and opened your mouth. Your cheeks were cradled in his hands as he grinned. He opened his mouth and pointed it at yours, and you watched as a large glob of spit fell upon your tongue. 

Although you were somewhat surprised by his action, you welcomed it anyway. He lost it when he noticed that you were swallowing while looking intently into his eyes. As soon as he saw your lips pouted, he assaulted them, giving you a hard kiss and a lip sucking motion. You groaned into his mouth, sending the sound directly to his already hard cock. 

Geto took advantage of the moment to remove his shirt over his head as Gojo continued kissing you before reaching out with his hand to pull the ties on his sweatpants, slipping them down his strong, muscular legs. As he put his palm on your ass cheeks, Geto exclaimed, "Now this is a sight I'd like to see every day. If only I had my phone, I could have taken a picture of your wet pussy on display and the anal plug in your gorgeous ass. I'll then set it as my wallpaper after that.”

You shrieked and withdrew your lips away from Geto after he spanked your behind. “To believe I'll have you like one day is a dream come true,” Gojo kissed your cheek once more before getting up. He took hold of his enormous cock and gave it a few pumps before resting the tip on your lips as you stared. "Arch that back for Su. He’s gotta change his position so that he can eat your pussy while you suck my cock, mama.”

“That’s right baby, arch that back nicely for me,” Geto said as he watched as you arched your back for him. You felt him draw his hands, up the back of your thighs and squeezed your ass. “You ok Y/N?” he asked. 

“Mhm, just a little sensitive, please don’t be too rough,” you whimpered. 

He chuckled as he aligned his face with your pussy and said, "No promises. Your body froze the moment his tongue touched your pussy. When his tongue's tip circled your core, a cold sweat started to appear on your forehead. What was that? What the hell is going on? Your body was struggling to understand this overwhelming sensation as your mind entered a state of sudden panic. You couldn't help but moan as he softly bit into your clit since your mind was so numb from lust and pleasure. 

The demon was sucking up your pussy from behind, and you groaned, "Oh fuck." as you turned to face him. His smile was obvious as he watched you as his tongue caressed your clit, and you could see it on his face as he did so. Your husband has never gone down on you in this way or made your pussy feel so hot. You cherished this sensation and yearned for more. 

Gojo remarked as he tilted your head back to him, "Hey mama, open up your mouth for me." The moan that was about to come out of you was suppressed by thick swallowing. He gently inserted the tip of his cock to your lips as you slowly opened your mouth to receive it. When he felt your gentle lips encircling his cock, he groaned loudly. It felt really warm and happy inside your lips; God, it would be wrong to abuse such a place. Gojo snarled "Fuck" as he inserted more of his cock into your mouth. He sighed, placing his palm on your cheek to comfort you, "Fuck, your mouth is so warm. Move your head for me.”

You stared up at him and gently started to bob your head up and down on his cock. To Gojo, you were such a sight to behold; your presence was messing with his brain. His heart swelled at the thought that he played a part in the way you appeared to be high on joy and lust. You were never going to get rid of him at this time.

Geto was performing miracles with his tongue on your pussy as you slowly bopped your head on Gojo cock. When Geto pressed his tongue flat on your clit and hummed at how wonderful you tasted on his tongue, your eyes fluttered and you choked over Gojo's cock. He hummed into your pussy, which caused an exhilarating sensation to spread throughout your body. He then dragged his tip from between your plump pussy lips and collected your sweet, dripping slick on his tongue. 

Gojo grinned as he sensed your mouth closing around his cock and a fresh round of tears streaming down your cheeks as Geto slid his tongue between your smooth folds, savouring your sweet scent before switching to suck on your puffy clit. Gojo moaned, "Fuck, mama," as he slowly turned his hips around and pressed his mouth on yours. His toes curled into the earth as a result of the sensation of your tongue slipping effortlessly under his cock as you took more of him. Geto watched you attempt to slide all of his best friend's cock down your throat from behind, and he has to admit, it was incredibly sexy. 

“Su, how does she taste?” Gojo questioned as his hips accelerated a little.

Geto moaned "Fucking delicious" into your pussy. Gojo gave Geto a quick glance and observed the thrill in his eyes as he inserted his middle finger into your warm pussy and then cupped your clit in his mouth.

The moment your hip pulled back against his face, Gojo dick started to escape your lips. You rested your head against your tummy to prevent yourself from disintegrating, and Gojo laughed. Geto softly drew his finger along the silky walls of your room, brushing against the soft, delicious region with his finger. You quickly clamped your fists around his additional finger.

When he pulled his lips away from your clit, he saw you with your head resting on Gojo's belly while he was massaging your hair. “What? Is she capable of handling your dick?"

"Your lips are distracting her," Gojo said with a chuckle.

She is so soaked. Your arousal spread across his fingers as he added, "I'm going to make her squirm again."

“While you're at it, prep that ass too. Before we double stuff, I was considering taking turns, but I can't wait.” Gojo continued to touch your hair and added, "I gotta fuck that luscious ass.”

Geto poked your clit with his thumb and said, "Why don't you come prep her ass yourself."

Gojo smiled down at you and said, "No, I'm staying right here, I got to keep mama comfy.  You are so fucking wet, mama."

Geto spanked your ass and listened as your pussy squelched each time he entered your warm cunt as he said, "Yeah, Y/N has such a slutty hole." "Only a slutty hole like yours would be capable of making such obscene sounds," he said.

Gojo whispered, "Mommy's got a slutty cunt."

You sputtered, "Fuck, please," out of breath.

You want to get up, Y/N? Geto questioned as he observed your trembling thighs.

You sighed again, "Please..." and shook your head. Another groan from your lips as he withdrew his fingers away from your wet cunt and greedily sucked on it with his entire mouth before forcing his tongue into you. Your cheeks were stretched apart as Geto's hand reached out to grab the fat of your ass and licked your tender areas.

His thumb pressed on your throbbing clit, and his mouth moved in such a lovely rhythm that you felt as if you were ready to collapse. Your body was experiencing such intense pleasure that the delicious feelings made the walls quake.

“Oh, God, Su…” You yelled, "Fuck stop, " as your hand reached out to grab Gojo's thighs. "Too much, too much," you cried. He shook his head no and kept berating your pussy with his mouth. She felt her orgasm coming on, and you closed your eyes while keeping hold of the bed sheets with your other hand.

Gojo mumbled, "Come on mama, squirt all over his face." As he continued to whisper, you could hear the sly smirk spreading across his lovely face. "Come on, give it to him, give it to him... Give it to him."

Your body froze, and squirted from your cunt as you shouted. Geto flicked at your clit to help you get through your powerful orgams while humming contentedly. God, you were squirting so much, they might have to change your sheets later. When you eventually calmed down, Geto hummed, "Fuck." Before pulling at your butt plug, he gave your ass a kiss on the cheeks. As he carefully started to withdraw it out of you, he heard you hiss.

"Mama, do you have any lube?” Gojo enquired.

You stutter "I-in my top dr-drawer." Because of the intensity of your orgasm, you were unable to breathe.

"I'll get the lubricant and condoms," you say. As he backed away from you, Gojo said. While you wait for Gojo to return with the object, Geto whirls you around to face him and requests that you kiss him.

… 

With everything Geto spilled while working his fingers into your tight ass, your ass felt incredibly slimy. As you sobbed from the piercing pain of Geto's fingers within your ass, Gojo kissed your forehead. Geto muttered, putting his third and last finger into your ass, "Almost perfect."

You cried, putting your hands on Gojo's wrist and looking up at him, "Fuck, this is weird." You could feel Geto's fingers encircling your constricted, puckered hole.

“Toru, do you have your condom on?” Geto questioned as he gently kissed your ass and then withdrew his fingers. Geto kissed you right on the butthole then spun you around and planted you on his lap.

"You, yeah?" Gojo muttered as he approached from behind you and put his hand on your lower back.

"No, I'm still wearing my underwear. Would you mind putting it on for me?” If it weren't for the situation you were in, you would have been startled to hear him say that.

Gojo murmured, "Fine," then yanked off Geto's underwear, grabbed the condom, and rolled it down his length. As you saw everything, you couldn't help but wonder how he planned to squeeze that inside of you. Geto's cock begs to differ if you thought you would have had a problem with Gojo's cock. Your husband could never come close to their size. 

Even the largest dildo you owned couldn't compare to theirs in size. You must have been wearing a frightened look because Gojo could be heard laughing behind you. Gojo kissed your cheek and whispered, "Don't worry mama, they'll fit. First, let's get you on Geto's cock.”

You nodded, helping Geto's waist to be straddled with Gojo's help. Gojo grabbed his friend's cock, gave it a few pumps, and then used the tip of Geto's cock to tease your pussy. They saw you cocking your head back, enjoying the puff of your kissable lips. “God you're so fucking lovely,” Geto exclaimed as Gojo prepared his cock for your entrance.

Your pussy lips split as Gojo slowly sunk you down onto Geto's cock, taking his cock inch by inch, and you both groaned as he did so. “Shit,” Geto  moaned when you tipped your body forward and pressed even harder against his cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you urgently gasped for air as you tried to acclimatise to the intense heat and the thickness of his big cock. 

“Now that his cock is filling up your pussy. Time for me to fill up your ass.” Gojo pushed you on to Geto’s chest and grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading you wide open for him. He was nice enough to spit on your butthole before pressing the tip into your ass. 

You gasped in pain as Gojo rammed his massive cock into your ass. You sobbed and put your hands on Geto's shoulders, saying, "It hurts."

Gojo muttered, "Relax," and he watched as your adorable little butthole slowly wrapped his cock. You held onto him like a vice, sinking further into him, and he cursed beneath his breath. He eventually got far inside of you and he muttered, "Fuck, your ass is so tight," and pressed his face into the back of your neck.

You were pushed even further into Geto's solid body by Gojo’s hips, which were firmly compressed into your ass. You sobbed, biting into Geto's shoulder, "It hurts, pull it out." God, Gojo's cock was tearing you apart from the inside out. They were using their cocks to both rip and stretch you open.

Gojo kissed the flesh of your neck and mumbled, "No.” This was too much for you; it went beyond what you knew you were capable of handling. You did have a sex machine, and it caused your pussy to burn bright red. However, given how strongly they feel inside of you, you are unsure if you will even have a pussy or even an ass for the machine to use.

"We need to… shit,” Geto said in a low voice. "We have to move.” You felt Geto grab hold of your waist and pull you away from his body, which caused their cock to move a little inside of you and a hiss to escape your lips. “Don’t worry Y/N, we'll do the work. Just sit here and take our cocks ok?”

You wanted to tell them no, to get their cocks out of your holes, and to forget that you had given them permission to have sex with you. However, if you did, you would have to resume having sex alone. And that's not what you wanted. You didn't want to be without a real cock. I mean, they offered you their cocks, so why not accept it? After all, your husband won't engage in sexual activity with you, so why not? 

And if you were to be brutally honest with yourself, even if their cocks hurt, it felt much better than your toys. Additionally, the fact that they were attractive didn't help. Although young, they were attractive and maybe a little cocky.

You let out a long breath before opening your eyes to face Geto. "All right, but don't be too rough." 

"Your ass feels too nice, so I can't promise you that, but I'll try,” Gojo whispered as he threw his arms around the middle of your waist and gave you another kiss on the neck. “I'll make an effort to be gentle for you, mommy.”

"Don't call me tha- ngh," you moaned as you experienced Gojo pulling his cock out of you and then pushed back in. "Augh" you screamed once more, when Geto lifted your hips to pull his cock from you. And then, just as he was about to thrust back in, Gojo slid his cock out of you.

"Fuck, Y/N, your pussy is so tight," Geto groaned as he and Gojo began to develop a rhythm. Your tongue, that had saliva trickling from its pink tip, was protruding slightly from the corners of your mouth. When you feel their cock slide into you, plunge into your holes to the core, and grind their hips into your clit and ass. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head as you struggled to catch the air that was being quickly drained from your lungs. 

Your legs' muscles started to spasm a lot; they stretched out your holes to such an extent that you were stunned. Every time they pushed into you, they plunged so deeply. It was a little too difficult to maintain your balance. Fortunately for you, they were clinging onto you for your own freaking life. “Mama, how do you feel?”  Gojo questioned as he drew his lips away from your neck to bite at your ear. “Do you enjoy the feeling of my cock into your ass?”

As you opened your eyes once again, burning tears burned inside of them. You cocked your head just enough to see Gojo's heated cheeks. He gazed at you and waited for you to respond, the tips of his ears glowing pink and that arrogant sneer flickering across his face.

You moaned through your words, "Funny, it feels weird, b-but so amazing," as you gazed into his gleaming eyes. 

He grinned and leaned his head slightly over your shoulders to kiss you on the lips. You sense him extending his hand from your waist to seize both of your arms and place them on your butt. He spoke into your mouth, "Spread those cheeks for me. I want to fuck you deeper, so spread them out.” You moaned and nodded your head and did as you were told. “Yes… fuck yes,” he groaned as he plunged deeper inside of you. 

Once a thumb touches your clit, your entire body tingles with electricity. You saw that Geto had taken one of his hands off your waist as you looked down. He was now staring up at you with his thumb pressed into your clit. I'll become envious if you ignore me, Y/n. He gave a smug grin and cocked his head back before turning to face you once more. "I'll make you squirt once more. Satoru, change places. I want to see her pussy in all its glory.”

Before you could even understand what he might have just stated, Gojo was already manhandling your body in his grasp. He quickly yanked your hands away from your behind and encircled himself with them. After that, he carefully raised you off Geto's cock while keeping his dick firmly lodged inside your ass. He turned his back to the headboard and just as you were going to remark that this position was too uncomfortable for you, he started to lightly bounce on his dick. " Don't worry mama, you're not ready to be fucked like this yet," he swiftly assures you, as he mumbles in your ear. “We can fuck you another time, in this position.”

He sat down on the bed after that. Your knee was caught in his clutches, and he stretched you wide open for Geto. You observed as the 22-year-old squeezed between your legs before pressing his cock at your entrance. He wasted no time in stuffing you to the gills with his cock. “Fuck,” you screamed and your arms flew up to wrap around his neck. 

“Don’t fucking move Satoru,” Geto warned as he pressed his thumb into your clit again and he began to rub tight circles while he fucking into you. “You’ll get to fuck her ass after I cum.” 

“Fine by me,” Gojo chuckled. Your body started to cramp up beneath him, your pussy squeezing as you creamed around his shaft, and another scream was wrenched from you. 

You screamed, "Slow down, slow down," your thighs even quivering as he delved deeper, but he didn't stop; instead, he went more quickly. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet pussy and the delicious yet masculine aroma of him drove your arousal. Your pussy continued to flood with your sticky, allowing him to slip deeper within your warm hole. He sighed and lowered his mouth to yours before ramming his tongue between your lips and giving you a sloppy kiss.

With each forceful, deep swallow, your body jolts. Your tits are bouncing as you slowly start to go temporarily blind; at this point, ecstasy has rendered your thoughts numb. Geto whispered, "Fuck, Y/N, are you going to squirt for me?” The bed creaked and slammed against the walls as he grunted and snapped his hips with brutal pace. He could feel the climax rapidly approaching because of the way you were squeezing and creaming even more around his cock.

Your eyes were tightly shut as your wrist and fingers clenched around his neck, and you exhaled, "I gonna..." He moans, pressing his thumb on your throbbing clit to push you toward an orgasm. 

In the euphoria of your climax, you yelled and completely lost sight. He continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm, never slowing down as he chased his. Geto groaned, "Ah, yes, keep going that way, I'm almost there." He captured your lips once again as you continued to squirt all over him. 

“Fuck I could cum in you,” Gojo moaned from below you as he watched as what was happening above him. Geto came hard too, and when he did, you could feel his cock jerking hard inside your warm cunt. He spilled his seed into the condom and groaned, "Fuck," within your mouth. Sincerely regret that he didn't choose to cum in your pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled away from you lips and slowly pulled his cock out of you. He tapped your pussy twice then he said, “I’ll leave you to the mercy of Satoru.” He then left the room and went to the bathroom to set up things for a possible aftercare session. 

Just then you felt Gojo groped at your breast. “You didn't think that this was over, I didn’t get to cum.” 

“I don’t have much energy left,” you managed to breathe out. 

“Don’t worry mama, I’ll go slow.” 

Gojo once again succeeds in shifting into a sex spoon, just like previously. He pressed himself behind you and put one hip and one leg on the top of your back leg. Before beginning to slowly glide inside of you, he grabbed hold of your breasts and kissed your cheek. Within you, you were able to feel the entire length of his cock. The mushroom tip was striking the deepest regions of your body, and you could feel the veins in his cock. 

This position was too intimate, too hot for you to handle. This made Gojo’s fat cock fill up perfectly, and he was loving every second of it. You’ve felt this good having sex before. “Feels good right mama,” Gojo whispered as he squeezed your breast in his hand as he thrust inside you slowly and gently. 

Your flawless skin begins to break out in goosebumps, and the hairs on your arms begin to stand up as you moan into your burning arousal. Gojo is right there, his warm hand gripping your tits as he slowly pounds into your throbbing ass and rolls his hips in tight circles, making sure his cock hits every sensitive area there.

If only your spouse had handled you the same way he was handling you and the way Geto handled you in the past. You pant and cling to his forearms that were supporting you as the slow movement of his hips made your already moist empty throbbing pussy even drier.

You called out, "Satoru," as you grabbed his fingers on your breast. His fingers entwined with yours as he said, "I know you're close, mama. I can feel your ass squeezing my dick.” After giving you many kisses on the cheeks, he enquired, "Do you want me to play with you pussy? One final time for me, I can make you squirt.”

He didn't really give you a chance to respond since he had already started to rub slow circles around your clit, pushing back your hood and teasing it with his index finger while rubbing your nerve endings with his middle finger, making you burn and buck at him.

You cried out, "Toru, I'm close," and grabbed his fingers with your own as his hips began to move more quickly.

Mama, let it go. Let it all go," he grunted, gasping for air while working those delicious, soft thrusts inside of you.

The intensity of it all made you start crying as you drew nearer, but Gojo merely held you tighter and gave you a deeper fuck. His hips were swaying, making your panting more frantic and desperate. You started to buck into his grip while gasping, panting, and on the verge of unravelling.

Your lower regions clenched as your entire body arched into his cock, filling the room with the slick sound of your excitement. Your orgasm came on suddenly, like a tidal wave, and slammed you so strongly that you felt like bursting into tears and trembling in your thigh.

"That's it mama." Gojo quickened his pace and it wasn’t long before he knocked him over. He was groaning so loud as he emptied his cum inside the condom. “Fuck, so good.” As you both came down from your high, Gojo slowly pulled out of you. 

You rolled over to lay on your stomach and murmured, "Done?" You have done enough. They had taken away all your strength, so you had nothing more to give them. You simply wanted to go to bed right away. You just fucked your young neighbour, well they fucked you. And you’re married. But the deed is already done.

Well, screw it.

Gojo was massaging your back when he said, "Yeah, we just need to get you cleaned up."

“Too exhausted too,” and just like that, you were out cold.

"So Suguru, what do you say?" Gojo questioned as he observed Geto leaving the restroom.

"Fuck Mr. Sakamoto, I say," Geto declared as he approached the bed. "His wife is now ours. He is completely stupid. It must be a dumb excuse for him to ignore his wife."

Gojo remarked, looking over at his best friend, "Damn right she is. We'll take her if he doesn't want her."

Geto laughed and added, "Yep, so delighted we were caught staring through her window. Come, let's clean her up."

@getosbigballsack 2022

Read all the available ones I love em, especially Suguru’s

˗ˏˋ Summertime ⛱ Madness ˎˊ˗

Dear Diary...summer is finally here, and you're ready to spend it all with your best buds — Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara! Because the season is meant to be eventful, no? Though, how eventful? You already have plans with your friends to make every day count...Yet, so much has happened this summer that you NEED to write it all down! Especially since five men, in particular, have put you through a complete whirlwind of a summer...

Collector's Note: Hi, hello!! This is my first time doing something like this, but to commemorate getting 1k followers (tysm!!), I felt this would be a fun way to celebrate!! These entries will be posted throughout the summer (with dates provided), so keep your eyes open for when a diary entry opens! They can be read as standalone fics, but some (2-3) may be linked with one another. And no, they are not gonna be in first-person, only for this post as a sort of introduction to the pieces, lol. And FYI: these adorable sea-themed dividers are made by the wonderful remi (@cafekitsune), whose dividers I use non-stop!! Thank you sm for the dividers as always, remi, love what you do sm!!

Diary Status: ongoing!!

Word of caution: fem!reader - modern AU - age differences (the reader is at least in their 20s; the guys' ages will be specified in their respective fics for convenience's sake) - explicit content/nsfw so minors DNI - mentions of alcohol/drug use - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - taboo (consensual sex b/w professor/undergrad; a friend's relative) - size differences - one night stands - be sure to read the content warnings (cw) to fully grasp what each fic will contain before reading!

Intrigued readers: wanna be tagged when an entry is posted? Lmk in the replies plz!

✎﹏﹏﹏ 📖 Y/n's Diary Entries 📖 ﹏﹏﹏✎

Dear Nanami Kento... ༄ My Professor's Final Spring Praise

Entry Narrative: Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs? Contents: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions. Completion: July 3rd (Nanami + my bday :DD so I better see y'all wish me and my hubby a hbd or this shit isn't getting released >:T)

Dear Satoru Gojo... ༄ Sweet Blind Summer Fling

Entry Narrative: Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!? Contents: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh). Completion: July 24th

Dear Suguru Geto... ༄ Swim in Waves, Chill in Caves

Entry Narrative: I went to the beach with my friends!! Only for me to...run into Gojo again!!? And to make things crazier, I met his attractive best friend who heard "so much" about me??!! Thanks to Gojo's nonstop blabber-mouth, Geto was interested in me in ways I would rather not be known for! Contents: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Geto is around early 30s) - oral (m! + f! receiving) - heavy depictions of a blowjob - semi-handjob - sex at an open area; cave by the beach - 69+ doggy style/backshots + missionary position - unprotected sex but Geto doesn't shoot inside (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - fucking while the sun sets, lmaooo - pet names (baby, cutie, sweetheart, sweetie, princess) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - Gojo is here so expect some silliness. Completion: August 4th

Dear Choso Kamo... ༄ In[put]s & Out[put]s

Entry Narrative: My friends and I are getting ready to go out, but I'm feeling a little nervous about my outfit since it looks a little risqué... So, I took a pic of it and sent it to Itadori to hear his thoughts. Come to find out...I instead sent it to his half older brother, who was coming to pick me up......and he liked the outfit so much that he gave me his personal opinion?? Contents: still deciphering... Completion: TBA

Dear Toji Fushiguro... ༄ Secrets, Sweat, and Summer Fever

Entry Narrative: The gang and I hung out at Megumi's place for the last week of summer. But when I'm left at the house alone with Megumi's hot father, how am I supposed to act normal after "accidentally" eavesdropping on him jerking off to me!? Also, why and how the fuck does he know about my personal endeavors!? Contents: still deciphering... Completion: TBA

© hoshigray 2023 ~𓆉~ Diary entries above are collected by, written by, and belong to me, so please do not steal, edit, or post my works. Or I'll find all the people in your family who don't know how to swim and throw 'em in the ocean (and yes, that includes you). :/

I-

Just reading this has impregnated me somebody gotta take responsibly for this.

On a more serious note Alpha Suguru is the most caring man~

He took care of her whole time and made her feel safe and secure.

Also him dumping her birth control had me dying lol

"MINE, MINE, MINE."

pairing: alpha!geto x omega!fem!reader summary: your doctor won’t refill your prescription until you’ve reset your cycle. you’re desperate for that refill, but geto’s not having it. content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), a/b/o dynamics, nsfw, dubcon? (reader doesn’t want a heat but it’s medically necessary (LMAO what)), established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, pet names, knotting, slight manipulation, dacryphilia, somnophilia, spit, blood, oral (fem!receiving), so much licking and smelling?, geto and reader are just downright feral LMAO, lmk if i missed anything. a/n: have y’all figured out that i have a breeding kink yet… anyway, this is the first a/b/o fic that i’ve ever written but i just read one and was feeling *inspired*. if people want i might do a prequel sort of thing for this that goes more in-depth about how they met and stuff. lmk! also, i have a vampire gojo fic planned hehe get ready bbs. wc: 5.2k

“No.” 

No? You shift in your seat, cold and plastic, sure you must have heard him wrong. 

“I’m sorry?” you ask. You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, an anxious habit.

“I can’t refill the prescription. I’m sorry, but, frankly, it would be completely irresponsible of me to do so. I’m shocked your previous physician prescribed them for so long.” Fingers find yours and twine them together. Your eyes flash to Geto, but he’s only staring at your new doctor, staring with that furrow in his brow he only gets when he’s worried.

Your new, soon-to-be old, doctor sighs again, running a hand through his thinning white hair. “You need to have a heat as soon as possible, allow your body to recalibrate. Indefinite use of suppressants is dangerous and unhealthy. They are meant to manage your cycles, not stop them altogether.” 

Sweat beads on your palms. He can’t be serious. But it’s his first opinion. Surely there’s another option.

“I-I’m sorry, doctor. I don’t think I’m understanding.” 

Another glance at Geto reveals that he’s frowning now. When his eyes find yours you see the decision there, one he’s already made without you. Your stomach drops.

The doctor sighs and suddenly the walls of the office feel small, tight, suffocating. The twinge of alcohol and chemicals in the air makes your nose scrunch. “Let me say this clearly. I will not refill your prescription for suppressants, nor will any other reputable physician. You have been taking them continuously for far too long. You risk permanent damage should you delay a proper cycle any longer.” The doctor glances to Geto, then back to you. “Go home with your alpha and allow nature to take its course. It’s what’s best.” 

Your eyes widen with realization– you are not leaving this office with what you came for. Your heart pounds and your palms sweat. “Th-that can’t happen, doctor. I need my suppressants. My job- I can’t be out that long a-and Geto can’t either, we–” 

“We will go home,” Geto interrupts, and his tone is final. “Thank you, doctor, for the advice.” 

Geto pulls you to your feet, gently but firmly. He leaves no question about the fact that you’re leaving. You can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. You ignore it. You turn to your new doctor, silently smiting him. Why did your old one have to retire?

“Doctor, you don’t underst–” 

“Thank you again,” Geto interrupts.

Before you can make another sound, another protest, Geto pulls you through the door, out of the office, and back to the car. He opens the door for you, as he always does, except this time you’re not so eager to accept his chivalry. 

“Suguru,” you bite out. His eyes meet yours, but they are surprisingly gentle. So calm. How is he always calm? 

“Just get in, baby. We’ll talk about it in the car.”

You debate saying no, but you can’t bring yourself to start a fight when he’s being so good. You grumble when you climb in, buckling your seatbelt before Geto can do it for you.

The engine revs to life, but you hardly notice. You’re already scrolling your phone, the search bar reading a simple and straightforward “doctors offices near me”. You scroll right past the first ten, for once in your life wanting a doctor that’s a little sketchy. You scroll further– still not sketchy enough. Someone who’ll give you the prescription you need, even if it’s not necessarily… ethical. Or maybe you could get some on the street? Surely there was some kind of dealing ring for that. There was a dealing ring for everything, right?

“What are you doing?” His voice is soft, but his fingers are tight around the steering wheel, skin stretched tight across his knuckles.

You lift your phone to your ear, dialing the first office that looked relatively shitty enough. “Getting a second opinion,” you answer. 

Suguru plucks the phone so swiftly from your fingers that you hardly even notice it’s gone. You see him end the call and slip it into his back pocket, out of your reach. 

“Hey!” You scramble across the center console, hopelessly grabbing at your lost phone, your last hope. 

Suguru grabs your wrist, restraining you far too easily for your liking. “You’re not getting it back,” he says. His eyes never leave the road. 

Your brows pinch and anger boils in your stomach. “This is not for you to decide. It’s my body.”

He glances at you, unconcerned. Still calm. “And you’re not in a headspace to be making a responsible decision about it, so I’m making it for you.”

Your jaw drops and you pry your wrist free of his grasp. You escape, but you know it’s only because he allows it. “I am of perfectly sound mind, thank you.” 

He shakes his head and sighs. “You’re blinded by desperation.” 

“It’s still not for you to decide!” When you don’t notice any change in his expression, you switch tactics– from anger to honesty. You let your face fall, let your true feelings creep through. “You know how much I hate it, Su.” 

Finally, he cracks. It’s instantaneous, the way he melts for you- the way the soft smile finds his lips and his hand finds yours, twining your fingers together. “I know, but you have to, baby. You heard the doctor.” 

You clench your jaw and avoid the sting of tears behind your eyes. You had heard the doctor, but you weren’t ready. Maybe next month, when you’d had more time to mentally prepare. 

Your skin crawled. You hated it, hated this. You hadn’t had a heat in years, avoiding them like the plague. You hated how vulnerable they made you, how they put you at the mercy of another. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Suguru– you did. You trusted him more than anyone, anything, but you still hated the feeling of being so completely helpless, so completely out of control, even if it was Suguru you were submitting to. 

For most of your life, you’d successfully hidden your omega status. With the help of suppressants, you’d passed as a beta until your early twenties. Then you met Geto. 

You’d met at work. He was cute, beautiful even, you’d thought, but he screamed alpha– and alphas could be dangerous, especially for hiding, unclaimed omegas like you. You’d stayed away as long as you could and, for a while, you were quite successful. You avoided him in the halls, sat at the opposite end of the table in meetings, replied to emails succinctly but politely. All was well until you’d been trapped in an elevator with him one morning, biting your lip anxiously as you waited to reach the twelfth floor. He’d smelled so good that day, perhaps due to an oncoming rut. You hadn’t been able to resist inching closer, taking deeper breaths. Suguru would later tell you that he’d suspected your hidden status, but he had no reason to question you. At least, not until he had you up against the elevator wall with his face buried in your neck. One deep whiff was all he’d needed to know exactly what you were, even with suppressants in your system.

You’d dated for a little over a year, until you’d decided he was the one. Your fingers dust over the mate mark on your throat, the one that had not only made you undoubtedly Suguru’s, but also the one that had revealed to the world exactly what you were. There was no hiding your true identity with an alpha’s scarred mark on your neck. 

Suguru had never seen you through a heat– no one had. You’d taken your suppressants daily, ever since you met him and even long before that. He’d claimed you on a day like any other, no heat necessary. He hadn’t had a rut in all these years, either. When he felt one coming on all he had to do was pop a single pill and all was well– apparently with none of the nasty side effects that came along with your suppressants. Another unfair privilege of being an alpha you supposed. 

“Sugu, I can’t do this.” Your lip is raw from how much you’ve been chewing on it by the time you reach home. 

Suguru softly shuts the door behind you, lifting your twined hands to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. 

“Yes you can. I know you can.” 

You shake your head. He doesn’t understand– doesn’t know what this will do to you, how it will break you. While you hadn’t had a heat in years, you had experienced them before. You loathed them more than anything, loathed the way your mind was a slave to your body and not the other way around, loathed the way your whole body pulsed and throbbed, loathed the way it made you feel so… weak. “I can’t. It’s-it’s-” Your hands come up to cover your face. You sigh and feel the blush crawling beneath your cheeks. “It’s embarrassing. Humiliating.” 

There’s silence for a moment, and then a soft sight. Suguru pries your hands from your face gently. When you meet his eyes, he’s all business.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.” 

You shake your head and pull away, pacing. “I don’t want anyone to see me like that, Sugu. Not even you.” 

Strong hands catch your waist, holding you still. “It’s not a question. It’s happening– for the sake of your health.” 

You scoff and shake your head. “It’s not–” 

His thumb presses to your lips with just enough pressure to demand silence. The omega in you coos to listen, to submit– the other part of you reels with annoyance.

“End of discussion.” 

He’s closer now and you can feel waves of his breath skating across your skin. It’s like a drug, one that the primal side of you can never get enough of. Give in, give in, give in, your omega begs. Listen to your alpha… You try not to focus on the fact that he smells good enough to eat. You know what he’s doing– using his dynamic to persuade you, to make you see his way, playing to the omega you can usually hide so carefully.

“Sugu…” you say. You intend to be angry but you trail off when his eyes catch yours. 

“I got you, baby.”

Your heart melts at the words. He waits. Maybe he knows that the smell of his skin on yours is playing tricks on your mind. You wage a battle within. Every instinct urges you to agree and with every passing second it becomes harder to disagree. Perhaps he’s right, perhaps it's time you give in for once. Let him take care of you, your omega purrs. You’re nodding before you realize what you’ve done.

Suguru kisses you quickly, allowing no time for takebacks. When he pulls away he gets to work. He whips his phone from his pocket and you listen to him talking to his boss, your boss, saying that you’ll both be out of work for a week on “family” leave. Your face heats when you realize that your boss now knows exactly what you two are going to be doing for the foreseeable future. Suguru kisses you one last time before he’s out the door, off to get enough food and supplies to last a week. You won’t be leaving your apartment for some time. You don't fail to notice that he doesn’t return your phone before he’s gone.

~

You don’t notice a difference, even after the sun is gone. It’s not surprising, considering you usually take your suppressants at night– it’ll take a little while longer for them to fully exit your system… you hope. When you’re brushing your teeth you stare at the empty prescription bottle longingly. 

You join Suguru in bed. The moment you crawl onto the mattress he pulls you closer into his bare chest. You savor the way your bodies fit so perfectly- like he was meant for you and you alone. His front curls around your back, a leg slotted between your thighs. 

“Feel anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head to hide your swallow. You almost shiver when Suguru buries himself in your neck, inhaling your scent. You feel him harden against your backside. He must be able to smell your approaching heat even before you can. Part of you expects instinct to take hold of him, for him to make a move, but he only presses a kiss to your jaw and holds you tighter. 

“Sleep, baby.” 

For once, you follow orders without a fight.

–

Hot. Too hot. 

When your eyes flutter open, you feel the pounding of your heart, the labor of your breath, and the growing ache between your legs. 

You sit up so fast you see stars, panic flooding your veins. No, no, no, no, no. This was wrong, you’d made the wrong choice. You couldn’t do this. Already, you could feel control slipping from your grasp, your consciousness giving way to something more primal, more feral. You scramble, preparing to stand, to find your phone, to lock yourself away and suffer through this on your own.

“Deep breaths, baby.” 

Only then do you realize Suguru is already awake. He’s behind you, hands on your shoulders, both a comfort and a restraint. 

“Can’t-” Your breaths are ragged and so are your words. “Can’t do this, Sugu-” 

“Yes, you can.” He whispers. He pulls you closer, tighter against him. “You will.” 

You shake your head frantically, tears pooling on your lashes. When you turn, Suguru is staring at your neck, at the mate mark on your throbbing pulse. His jaw is clenched when his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s restraining himself, you realize. A glance down reveals he’s already painfully hard in his pants. You wonder how long he’s been sitting there, taking in your scent, waiting for you to wake. No doubt his rut has already been triggered.

His eyes raise to yours and he pauses at the tears that leak down your cheeks. He leans closer, and the scent emanating from his neck makes you groan against your will. His kisses away the tears. Slowly, one at a time. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” 

Your body pulls him closer, even as your mind pushes back. “My phone, Sugu,” you panic. “Gotta gimme my phone. C-call a new doctor.” 

He shakes his head and when you start to squirm he only holds you tighter, holds you in place. 

“No, baby.” 

You whimper, seeking the scent gland on his neck against your will. The smell makes your clit throb almost painfully. 

“Sugu, please,” you cry. Tears stream from your eyes, staining your lover’s skin. 

“‘S gonna be okay. Just let it happen. Don’t fight it, love.” 

With each passing moment, you feel your fight slipping further and further away. Suguru rubs at the muscles in your back until you’re slumped against him, pitifully moaning like a wounded animal. It’s not long before your body takes the reins, until you start desperately humping at his thigh, your clit throbbing almost painfully. 

“That’s it. Good girl.” 

Your eyes roll back at the praise and when Suguru grips your waist you cry out at the touch. Everywhere his skin meets yours feels electric. You’re burning, burning, burning. It’s not until Suguru lays you down on your back that you see the sopping patch of slick you’ve left on his thigh. You whimper at the sight. 

“‘S okay, baby. ‘Ve got you.”

Suguru is looking nearly as lost to the lust as you are. Only his willpower and intent keep him from shredding away your panties and breeding your cunt full that very second. He’s never been in the presence of a scent so intoxicating. He’s never been with you, or any omega, through a heat. He thought you smelled amazing before, but now… He is lost to you, lost to the heat he feels emanating from every inch of your skin, to the honeyed scent pouring from your neck, to the slick he sees staining through your panties. His dick twitches in his pants. 

“Love you so much, baby. Gonna take such good care of ya,” he whispers. Instinct drives him forward until he’s plastered his lips to your jaw, licking and biting at the skin. You nearly scream at the sensation. You feel his touch everywhere, all at once. With your last coherent thoughts you know that this heat will be unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. It’s already so intense you can hardly think, and you’ve only just begun.

“Sugu,” you plead. 

The sound of his name on your lips breaks him. His hand dips across your stomach, thumbing past the edge of your panties until he’s running his finger through your slit, gathering your slick and rubbing it against your clit. 

You scream and thrash, so sensitive it nearly hurts, but he only moves to pin you beneath him, forcing you to take everything he gives. 

“Gonna make you feel ‘s good, baby.” he hums. He’s lost to you, to your desires, to your needs. Every piece of him screams to please you, to take care of you, in every way possible.

He continues his messy circles on your clit and until you’re gasping, hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. 

“S-Sugu…” you whine.

The growl that rips from his throat has you arching your back and bearing your throat in an act of submission. You hear a tear and watch your panties hit the floor. Your shirt follows and then you’re completely bare beneath your alpha. His eyes go black at the sight, pupils blown so wide you can hardly see a smidgen of their usual brown. There’s a deep rumble in his chest that has you keening and reaching for him, needing him. He doesn’t waste time. His tongue finds your neck, laving sloppily at your scent gland and the sensation is so delicious that you writhe beneath him. 

His fingers slide down your stomach, dipping between your thighs and rubbing at your clit. The touch is somehow gentle despite the complete and total hunger in his eyes, but it has you whining nonetheless. Every place he touches you, which is nearly everywhere, stings so delightfully that your eyes are already rolling back.

But you can’t wait. You can’t. Your body is starved, rabid, and you know what you need.

“Ssssugu… please…” your words are hardly above a whisper, barely a breath, but your alpha still hears you, still knows what you want, what you need. 

“I got you, baby… shhhhh…” He gives a final lick to your scent gland before he’s leaning back on his knees, parting your thighs wide, exposing your leaking cunt. You can feel a puddle of slick beneath your ass, your hole clenching desperately around nothing, aching to be filled. 

Warm hands slide up your skin and settle on your hips, tugging you a little further down the bed. You whimper, but don’t have time to say anything before you feel him slipping through your folds. A glance down reveals his weeping tip, achingly flushed, bumping and rubbing against your clit. When did his pants come off? You don’t know, you don’t care, all that matters is that the sight steals your breath away. 

“Gonna knot you good, princess.” 

You nod, wanting nothing more than for him to make good on his promise. You claw and grip at his arms, chanting his name endlessly. His chest rumbles again and your thighs part further on instinct. Finally, he gives you what you want. You feel him pressing in, fat tip stretching you wide. One of his hands moves to press down on your tummy and the combination has tears pooling in your eyes. 

He slides in slowly. With every inch you think he must be done, that you can’t take any more. But you can, and you do. When he’s finally fully in your jaw is hanging open in ecstasy and your eyes are rolled back in your skull. His fingers brush your clit and your hips jerk. 

“That’s it. So good, baby. So fucking good.” 

Your tears flood over, racing down your cheeks. He’s over you again, loose strands of black hair brushing your skin and forcing a whimper from your throat. He licks away your tears, lapping at your cheeks like you’re a fucking lollipop. His hips start thrusting in time with his licks, and it’s more than you can handle. Your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re begging. Pleading, whining, screaming for more. He gives it to you. One hand finds yours, twining your fingers together as he pounds into you so hard he’s rattling your skull. He’s licking at your scent gland again, driving you further and further toward a cliff you’re afraid to fall from. You think this orgasm might shatter you, might break you so thoroughly you’ll never be put back together again. You can feel it tightening at your core with each thrust, each lick, each kiss. 

“Fuck,” you hear him growl and whimper at the sound of his voice so close to your ear. “‘M gonna bite you, princess. Gonna mark you up and knot you so good you’ll see fucking stars.” You pant beneath him, unable to word how excited you are by his words, how deliciously they roll across your skin and seep into your spine. “Tell me you didn’t take your pill, baby. Tell me I can breed this pussy full and it won’t go to waste.” He’s not talking about your suppressants you know, but rather the contraceptives you take in tandem with them. Of course you took it, but suddenly something makes you wish you hadn't. “‘M gonna flush ‘em down the fucking toilet. Never letting you take that shit again.”

The primal part of you surges forward at the idea. It chants deep in your mind. Yes, yes, yes…

“Suguuu… please…” It seems like those are the only words your tongue can form.

His lips press to yours, shushing you. “Shhh, baby. Don’ worry. I got you.” He licks across your cheek and down across your jaw until he finds your scent gland again. His thrusts pick up again and you think you might pass out from how good you feel, from how tight your muscles are coiling. You can feel his knot pulsing inside you, preparing to fill you to the brim. You’ve never felt more ready for anything. 

“Sugu–” 

And it’s at that moment that he makes good on his promise. His teeth sink into your neck and you feel your bond snap taut like a string, pulsing with the closeness of your connection. It’s pure ecstasy. Suguru’s knot swells, notching tightly inside you and when you feel his cum pulsing into your womb it’s all too much. You think you must be screaming from the pleasure but you only hear the ringing in your ears as your orgasm washes over you. Your muscles clench, your toes curl, your back arches, you see those stars Suguru promised. Heat tingles through your limbs and down your spine and you think you’ve probably just melted into the mattress. But you haven’t, and when your vision returns, you’re panting and staring at the ceiling. 

Suguru is above you and you can feel him still cumming, still releasing rope after rope of thick, hot cum into you. The sensation makes you groan and he laps at your neck, cleaning up the blood from the new mark he’s just given you. Your consciousness trickles back in, the primal piece of you partially sated for the time being. You remember the context of your situation, why you’re here and not at work, what you’re doing. You’re puzzled by why you’d been so panicked by the idea of a heat before. How could you have been so reluctant, so scared, when nothing has ever felt this right?

Suguru is peppering you with kisses now, pulling you tight to his chest and rolling you both onto your sides where you’ll stay until his knot softens. 

“Sleep, princess,” he says and he uses that tone that always compels you to listen, to please. You happily do as he says and when your eyes drift shut it’s not long before you’re lost to a world of comfortable darkness. 

~

You wake to the throbbing again. All of the pent up need Suguru had sated has returned with a vengeance. You need him again, but it appears he already knows that. 

You feel him between your legs, his hair fully loose now and tickling the insides of your thighs. He’s eating you out, slurping up the cum that’s leaking down your thighs and spitting it back onto your cunt. It’s filthy, disgusting, and you love it.

“Sugu–” you gasp and your hips buck. His eyes lock with yours and the smile he gives you nearly makes you come on the spot. He holds your gaze as he licks one last long stripe over your folds. You whimper and clench around nothing. Empty, empty, empty…

“Sorry, baby,” he whispers against your skin. He’s kissing his way up your body now, leaving little circles of spit that cool when they touch the air and make you shiver. “‘Y smelled so good…” 

You whine and whimper, clawing at his back and leaving scratches you think might draw blood. You’re too worried about getting him inside of you to check.

You’re gasping like you’ve never had a breath of air in your life, like you’ve drowned and every touch he gives you fills your lungs with much-needed oxygen. His hands rub gently at your waist, but it’s not enough. You want him to wreck you, ruin you. You say as much. 

“M-more…” you beg and when he hums against your neck you squirm desperately. Warm hands dig into your flesh and suddenly you find yourself flipped onto your stomach. You feel Suguru behind you, pushing your thighs apart with his knees. His hands find your hips again and lift, propping you up with your face still pressed to the pillows. When you whimper he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine. 

“‘S okay, baby. Relax. Lemme take care ‘ve you.” 

Yes, yes, yes, you think. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted anything more. His fingers dig into your skin, holding you still when he feeds his dick into you, one inch at a time. You cry out, tearing at the sheets and begging for more, even when you already feel like you’re splitting in half. When he’s finally seated inside you he drapes himself over your back, brushing your hair over one shoulder to expose your neck. He leans in to lick you again, thrusting sharply the moment his tongue brushes your skin. You wail, pressing your face to the sheets and attempting to rock yourself back against him. One of his hands smooths over the flesh of your ass as he sets a pace, one that makes you bite down on a pillow to muffle your screams. 

“No.” Suguru uses that tone that makes you listen, that one that calls instinctively to the omega inside you, that urges you to please. He reaches for your pillow, tossing it aside and letting his hand curl around your throat as he continues to fuck you, letting his fingers feel the vibrations of every noise you make. “Let me hear you, baby. Always let me hear you.” 

You nod, eager to make him happy, eager to do as he says. You don’t dare restrain a single sound, eyes rolling back. The angle he has you at has your thighs trembling. He’s so deep, so close. You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his tongue on your skin, his hand on your throat, his cock at your cervix.

When he groans, you groan with him, feeling his dick pulse inside you, his knot beginning to swell. You need it, need it so bad you can hardly stand it. 

“P-please, please, please–”

He swells inside you, locking your bodies together as his orgasm hits. It’s all you need to find your own. You wail into the mattress, cunt clenching and legs trembling until you collapse, flattening against the beg. Suguru follows you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering in your ear.

“Take it all, baby. Good girl. Take it all…” 

You nod, not even sure what you’re agreeing to. All you can feel is his cum flooding your insides, pulsing and pumping so deep into you that you swear your tummy is swelling with the sheer amount of it. Still, your body wants more, clenching and milking him for every last drop, just like he asked.

When you both come down from your orgasms he pulls you into his chest once again, whispering promises of protection and love that lull you into a trance-like state of happiness. When you fall asleep again, he’s chanting a word that your omega repeats right back to him. “Mine, mine, mine.”

When you wake again it’s to the sound of Geto staying true to his word and flushing every last birth control pill you have straight down the toilet. Your omega surges at the idea, but one mewl from you and he’s back in your arms, like you’re somehow the one in charge, not him. With every passing moment, you being to think that might be true- that perhaps a heat does not makes you as weak as you thought. Your alpha submits as much to you as you submit to him.

The week is spent in a frenzy. You do not measure by the numbers on the clock or where the sun is in the sky, rather you know time only as how long it’s been since Suguru’s been locked inside you. If it were up to you, you’d never stop, but Geto forces you to sleep, to eat, to bathe. Of course, he’s never far away when you’re following his instructions and you usually get a kiss and his knot as a reward for being such a good girl. 

It’s ten days later when your heat finally starts to wane. It feels as though every inch of you is covered in him. Bites, hickies, kisses, cum… no part of you has been left untouched. Suguru has had you everywhere. The bed, the shower, the bath, the kitchen. Every surface in the whole apartment reeks of sex and slick. He never keeps you too far from the bedroom, though, where you’ve piled up mountains of his shirts and sheets. Anything that smells like him, anything that can keep you tethered in those brief moments when Suguru goes to fetch you food or water or run you a bath. He takes care of you, just like he promised. 

When you wake completely clear-headed for the first time in well over a week, it’s to Suguru’s arms and lips. He’s got you all wrapped up in him, his arms locked around your waist almost like he expects you to bolt. You almost do when everything comes flooding back to you, this time with a completely clear conscience. But then he kisses your neck and whispers a delightful little, “welcome back, baby” against your neck and suddenly you’re realizing how… revitalized you feel, like a part of you has finally been properly satisfied after years of waiting. You’d always hated this, always hated the part of you that begged and cowered, hated heats- but maybe with Suguru… they really weren’t all that bad.

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Working on a Suguru ex bf angst piece 😵‍💫 making myself sad and listening to I wish you roses by kali uchis 😭

It will be posted tonight 💗💗

I'm wonderinggggg....could you write something where Suguru breaks up with his s/o and realises it was a mistake? Like how do you think he would try to win her over again?

“I wish you roses while you can still smell them”

ex boyfriend! suguru x reader

✩ listened to ‘I wish you roses’ by miss kali uchis while writing this :) pt 2?? hehehe , oh and if it wasn’t obvious. ANGST ALERT!✩

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You always swore ever since you were a teenager that you would never let a man make you cry. You would never sit and cry in front of a man. You practically cursed the idea of that ever happening to you. Images of your mother crying because of your father made their way into your head. How she loved him so much, and yet he still left. You remembered wondering how could a love like this turn so sour? Why are you bared the responsibility of witnessing a dying love?

Nothing could have prepared you for happiness to be given to you, and have it snatched from your fingers before you had a say.

Because truth be told, the way Suguru broke up with you, was the day clouds stormed the sky. Your shared room that he no longer slept in felt colder and darker. You had closed your eyes that night extra tight, gripping the pillow that he slept on. Wondering if you wanted to burn it to a crisp

Or maybe hold it close to your nose so the scent of him never goes away.

“Im sorry Y/N…I just…I don’t know if I feel the same way anymore”

Heartache wasn’t even the word for it. 4 years down the drain. With a stupid explanation that made no sense. The man that claimed to love you so much for the last four fucking years couldn’t even give you a decent reason? You were left to wonder if it was you.

4 years ago you would’ve punched yourself for even thinking that. Why is it that in the movies or book you’ve read the woman always thinks it’s their fault?

But the feeling isn’t realized until it happens to you. Insecurities, questions without answers. You swore you hated Suguru Getou. You hated him for leaving little things around your previously shared apartment that reminded you of him. His Marlboro red pack cigarettes, his dumb cologne lingered in the air, and you didn’t know if it scared you or relieved you when you no longer could smell it from how long it had been.

Suguru Getou was the first man to ever make you feel like you were less than. Maybe it wasn’t on purpose. Maybe it was the way he softly spoke to you even when he was breaking your heart. Holding his favorite snacks in a connivence store plastic bag. The contents of it dropping (dramatic yes, but true).

So what exactly do you do when said ex boyfriend shows up at your front door at 2 am on a Friday night? Your silk nightgown slipping past your shoulders. The slight breeze making you blink even more tiredly. Wanting to crawl back to bed and sleep. It’s been a lot of sleepless nights due to work. It wasn’t easy being a nail tech, you are usually booked months in advanced. So that means your days are always planned around around that. At least on the weekdays.

“Suguru?” You rub the sleep out of your eyes. Your door had been merely cracked open. You lived alone now, who knows what creep could be lurking around.

“Hey, I’m sorry…fuck I’m sorry baby I-“ Suguru’s voice sighed. Your eyes finally landed on him as you fully awoken.

He looked as good as ever. Not that you weren’t really shocked. It had only been 6 months since he broke up with you, 3 since you had last seen him. Since he came to pick up the last of his things. Which ended up in you coldly acknowledging him and retreating back to your room with a loud slam. You had made it quite clear that you wanted nothing to do with it.

He looked…tired? Which wasn’t that unusual for him after working or a long day. But 2 am on a Friday was a whole new level. His hair was held back in a hair tie. The black gauges in his ears didn’t look like the ones you had seen last. Making note to yourself that even now you could remember even the smallest details of the tall man standing in front of you.

“What are you doing here Suguru?” You snap at him. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Suguru offers you a weak smile. He knows he has no right to be knocking on your door.

“Im just…I don’t know” He said truthfully. Which led you to even more confusion. You didn’t want to play these games. You had been over it for 3 months now. You couldn’t wouldn’t let him ruin your progress.

You sighed, you were just tired.

“That doesn’t really help me with figuring out why you’re here…”

“I know, I know okay. I know I shouldn’t be here YN. I know I have no right to come here asking for any sort of time but I just need you to hear me out”

He doesn’t miss the sour and angry look on your face. Suguru is used to it by now, all your friends throw him the same look when they see him. It was the last look he remembers on your face. The one before that was angst and solemn. All because of him, and he has to keep reminding himself so.

“To hell with you. I’ve spent the last fucking 6 months feeling sorry for myself for a man that didn’t give a fuck about me in the end.” Even cussing him out you looked so beautiful. Your hair tied up holding your arms as the chill made its way in through t your opened door. Suguru swears- no, he knows he remembers every beauty mark, every blemish, and every birth mark on your body. Something he will probably never see again thanks to himself. Even angry you looked ethereal. Suguru would worship you given the chance again.

He wasn’t counting his luck though….

“Are you even listening to me?” You ask in disbelief. “Unbelievable, go home. You’re drunk probably” Your hand grabbed your doorknob tightly and quickly made it shut it. However a boot came to stop it. You felt anger course through your body now more than ever. Is this how it was going to be?

“Just..please”

“Is that all you can say to me? Please? Sorry? I shouldn’t be here? I told you the last time we talked that I wanted nothing to do with you, isn’t that what you wanted?” hurt crossed his features. For a moment you felt bad. But you quickly were to shrug the feeling off.

Why should you feel bad? You didn’t break his heart, you weren’t prancing around a new girlfriend four months after the breakup. You have to keep strong is what you keep reminding yourself. Over and over again. Crying for you nowhere.

Crying never made Suguru Getou come back. It never made him feel pity to you and be a man to apologize for his wrongdoings. He did you so dirty so why did it hurt seeing him so fragile?

Where was the empathy for you?

“That’s not true!” His voice boomed your quiet apartment.

“It might as well be!”

“Today’s was supposed to be our 5 year anniversary…”

You scoff. “Yeahhh I think it’s time for you to go”

“I had something I bought um, before everything” Suguru moves his left hand to move some stray pieces of hair that hung over his face. “I wanted to give it to you, it’s the least I can do. Plus, it’s something that you really wanted and I can’t…” Suguru pauses. Looking at you as if he’s studying you. Like he needs to, he knows you like the back of his hand and you were aware of that.

You look back at him. Feeling your emotions rush your body.

please don’t cry YN…don’t cry , don’t cry, don’t cry

“Listen…” You look up. Already feeling your eyes burn. God damnit.

I want to hate you Suguru Getou , damn you.

“I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, maybe you get off to watching me cry or something. But I need you to leave me alone please.” A whimper escapes your throat. You look around, anywhere but at him. To try and at least keep some of your dignity.

“You’ve done so much to me”

Suguru shifts, his hands in his pockets. You couldn’t see but he himself was holding on to tears. He had no right to cry in front of you. Not after the way he hurt you. “Im sorry..”

“I don’t need your sorry!” You yell at him. Yanking the door open and hearing it slam against the wall. “I don’t need anything from you Suguru Getou! Not after what you did, not after the way you stand there looking at me as if you love me so damn much. Like you used to, when I know and you know that it’s all a fabricated lie! You’ve been here for five minutes and I still don’t know what motivated you to come back here after 6 fucking months, but you know what? Truth is maybe I never really knew you. So maybe I cried for no damn reason. I cried over a stranger!”

“I never lied to you, when I told you I loved you I meant that shit so don’t say I didn’t”

You laugh bitterly. “What about when you said you didn’t?”

He didn’t have an answer for that one.

“Goodnight Suguru. I hope you find whatever the fuck it is you’re looking for.” You said more gently. You don’t know why. You just hated the way he still made you feel.

Because you didn’t hate Suguru Getou.

You loved him with every fiber of your being, and yet that still wasn’t enough for him.

The door closes softly, a click and a lock follow. This time he doesn’t stop you.

This time Suguru hang his head low and lets out a shaky breath.

His hand digging into his pocket to clutch what was meant for you.

A ring.

abducted

chapter two

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getou x reader

tags: canon typical violence // curse words // masterbation (m & f)

word count: 3.2 k

chapter one

getou groggily shuffled out of bed, still feeling over exerted from the night before. the man hadn’t felt so relieved after masterbating in quite a long time. usually masterbation was just a way to relieve stress, just a part of getou’s routine. pure lust was something getou hadn’t felt in years. he chalked it up to a spike in testosterone, he wasn’t used to a woman being in his house. getou wouldn’t try to lie to himself though, he had always been attracted to you, and even in love with you at one point in time. that side of him was dead, he knew that, but it still didn’t take away from the fact that he had little control over his impulses in your presence.

the tall man made his way out of the master bedroom, surprised to see that you were already awake and making breakfast in the kitchen. getou stopped to lean on the entryway wall, waiting for you to notice him. you were deep in thought while whisking eggs in a bowl, waiting for the skillet to heat up.

“making enough for two?” you jumped at the sound of getou’s deep voice breaking through the silence. you turned your neck sharply, angry at the man for sneaking up on you. the bitter words that you planned to throw at him died in your mouth. getou stood tall in the entryway, his black sleep robe tied loosely at the waist— revealing a large portion of his marble chest. his hair was loose and messy, it was clear to you that the man had just rolled out of bed.

you dismissed your thoughts, narrowing your eyes on him, “how long have you been standing there?” the corner of his lips lifted, “long enough.” you rolled your eyes at this casual demeanor, “well to answer your question, no. i did not make enough for two.” you dumped the contents out of the pan and onto a small plate, “why would i cook for my captor?” it was getou’s turn to roll his eyes, “captor? here i thought we were friends.”

you lifted yourself to sit on the countertop to enjoy your breakfast, not bothering to respond to getou’s remark. the dark haired man sauntered across the kitchen, his back faced you as he reheated the stove on the kitchen island. you hadn’t realized just how hungry you were until your plate was completely cleared and your stomach was full. you sat the plate down next to your side, as getou turned to face you keeping an air of casualness about him as he leaned against the island.

“i’m glad you ate a good breakfast because you’ll be training with me today.” your brow furrowed at the bluntness of his tone, not understanding his meaning. “training? what do you mean training?” that same sly grin returned to getou’s face, “well if you going to be of service to me and my cause, you’ll need to be able to cultivate your cursed energy much more efficiently than you currently are.”

you scoffed, leaning back on your palms. the countertop felt cool to the touch, while heat rose to your cheeks. you could sense an argument coming but you couldn’t help but feel defensive, “and what makes you think that i have any interest in joining your cause? gojo will be finding this secret realm soon enough, and you and your cause will be completely dismantled from the bottom up.” you said matching getou’s smug attitude.

the playful grin disappeared from getou’s face, being replaced with an ominous blank expression. the man slowly moved closer to the countertop where you sat, closing the distance between the two of you. even being sat up high off the ground, getou’s frame still dwarfed yours. getou didn’t speak until his face was just inches from yours, “silly girl. don’t you understand that i’m counting on gojo coming here to rescue his precious little girlfriend? that’s all a part of the bigger picture.” your eyes wided at his words. his gaze was hard on yours, never relenting. “see, satoru’s power of jujutsu will be rendered useless in this realm, i created this place just for that purpose.”

red hot anger filled your bloodstream, “how long have you been planning this getou?” the man leaned in so close, causing you to lean back as he placed a hand on the counter behind you. your anger was quickly replaced with fear while getou spoke slowly in your ear, “for quite a while actually, but you see it wasn't as easy as you think, i had to learn your habits and day-to-day routine to be able to capture you while no one else was around.”

you didn’t move a muscle. getou could sense your tenseness causing him to chuckle in your ear, “yes, i saw how you spent most nights at your boyfriends house and i also saw how much you frequented that beach we used to go to so much, all those years ago.” you sucked in a tight breath at his mention of the beach, “does gojo know of your visits to the beach? does he know how you secretly go there hoping to relive your memories of me?”

you quickly turned to meet his gaze, “i don’t-“ getou cut you off, knowing that you would deny his claim. “right of course, i’m dead to you and gojo is the person you use as a placeholder in my absence.” getou had always been able to read you better than anyone else, and you hated him for it. your voice was laced with venom as you spoke, “just how important do you think you are to my life?” the corners of getou’s mouth lifted upwards at your question, “i think i am just as important to you, as you are to me.”

your eyes glazed over at his response, his words sent your brain into overdrive. does that mean i’m important to him? you thought. a sense of accomplishment washed over the man at your lack of response. getou didn’t relent, he moved to stand up straight, drawing you out of your thoughts as he looked at you dead on, “since we’re on the subject of satoru, why don’t you tell me why your beloved preferred to keep you in a state of mediocrity? your better half is the most powerful sorcerer in the jujutsu world yet your skills are severely lackluster.”

your stare hardened on getou. your anger returned once more, “believe it or not, but me and gojo don’t make jujutsu the centerpoint of our relationship.” getou crossed his arms, “no of course not, the centerpoint of your relationship is sucking saturo’s cock a couple times a week and following it up with some unfulfilling sex. right?”

without thinking your hand connected to his cheek with a loud smack. the slap echoed through the quiet kitchen, getou’s eyes widened in surprise.

the air grew thick between the two of you. you held your breath tightly as getou grabbed your wrist, yanking your body off the countertop. the man forcefully pulled your body forward, resulting in your chest flush against his. getou looked down on you with dark eyes, “do that again and i might decide you aren’t worth the trouble and kill you where you stand.” getou turned away swiftly, “your training begins in thirty minutes, you will serve my cause or you and your little boyfriend will die. your choice.” without another word getou was gone, leaving you alone to ruminate over the recent events in confusion.

getou’s anger had significantly subsided once he was standing alone in the training room. he almost felt regretful for speaking to you with such harsh words; but the man was much too proud to apologize. the padded floor provided cushion beneath his feet, rooting him back into a sound mind. the large room was dimly lit, getou watched the shadows move across his face in the mirror that covered the wall as he wrapped his hands in gauze, preparing himself for the training session.

you still felt dazed from your conversation with getou as you shyly entered the room. you weren’t sure what to expect out of this impromptu training session. you slapped getou, and you knew that was something he wouldn’t let go of easily. you attempted to mentally brace yourself for whatever might come next as you came to stand behind the man who looked at you through the mirror with an unimpressed expression.

getou tied the last of the gauze together, turning around to face you. he seemed broader than usual in his casual athletic clothing. the sleeves of getou’s white shirt were rolled up, revealing his veiny forearms. the veins became more apparent when getou flexed his hands, testing the integrity of the gauze wrapping. his eyes stayed down as he spoke, “glad to see you made it on time, we’ll start by you showing me just how much cursed energy you possess.”

you chewed your bottom lip listening to his words, it had been years since you had properly trained. you only called upon your cursed energy when it was strictly necessary. getou finally looked up to take in the sight of you, he tried to conceal how his breath hitched in his throat at the clear sight of your anxious expression.

“when was the last time that you had a real training session?” getou was genuinely curious, you seemed to be a much stronger sorcerer when the two of you were close. he was surprised to have found you completely incapacitated by the grade three cursed spirit in the lavender field, you used to take on grade two spirits with no problem at all.

your feet shifted as you tried to think back to the last time you exercised your technique just for practice. you crossed your arms over your chest as you spoke, “well, i wasn’t lying about what i said earlier. jujutsu isn’t a focal point of mine and gojo’s relationship.. and well, i never really need to use my own cursed energy if he’s around..” you trailed off.

getou still looked unamused, “that wasn’t my question. when was the last time you trained?” your gaze shifted to your feet, “before you left.” you spit the words out so quickly it took getou a moment to process their meaning. a concerned look fell upon getou’s face, “that was years ago. you mean to tell me you haven’t practiced since then? you know how important it is for a sorcerer's skills to stay fine tuned.”

you rolled your eyes at his comment, you had no intentions of keeping your skills finely tuned after getou turned. seeing the person you trusted most, so massively miss use their jujutsu made you question just how good being a sorcerer was for the collective. whereas getou thought the world would be a better place without non-sorcerer’s, you questioned if the world would be a better place if the opposite happened. you didn’t see much good coming to the world from jujutsu sorcerer’s. you saw first hand how sorcerer’s could use their powers to benefit no one but themselves, getou was the perfect example of one of these selfish sorcerer’s.

you finally looked up to meet the man’s gaze, “am i here to train? or am i here to listen to how important it is?” getou’s eyes narrowed on you as he turned his head in warning, “tch..careful.” the man circled your body with a scrutinizing glare. “let’s begin. call upon your cursed energy.” you almost laughed, “i can’t do that on command, i have to be threatened to call upon my energy.”

getou stopped short behind you, “you can’t summon your cursed energy on command? you’re weaker than i thought.” getou moved in closer to grab your shoulder, as he spoke softly into your hair. “guess i’ll have to pull it out of you then.” you didn’t have time to try to decode the meaning behind his words before he quickly made his way around your body, moving into a fighting stance.

a sinister smile stretched across getou’s face, “don’t worry, i’ll stick to hand to hand combat. for now.” you raised your fists just below eye level waiting for getou to make his move. getou moved quickly, stepping into your space before he swung. you luckily deflected the blow, only to realize it was a dummy swing when his other hand slapped the side of your head. getou sucked his teeth, “never take your eyes off your opponent.” the words irritated you, you switched to a defensive approach, grunting as you swung your fist at the mans face.

getou easily evaded your fist, laughing as he kicked his foot out to knock you onto your back. the padded floors broke your fall, but that didn’t stop the pure rage that began to rise deep inside you. you let out an angry grunt as you laid out on the floor. getou reached a hand out to help you up, you used this as an opportunity to get the upper hand on him. you gripped his hand, forcefully pulling him down to the floor. you quickly wrapped your legs around getou’s waist, flipping yourself on top of him.

pride swelled in your chest at the sight of the man pinned down beneath your weight. a playful grin pulled at the side of getou’s mouth as he looked up at you, “i love a woman who can take charge.” your eyes narrowed on him in annoyance, you opened your mouth to speak but you were quickly cut off. getou swiftly flipped you back onto the padded floor, his hips were wedged between your legs as he pinned your wrists above your head. “but i think i like you better like this.”

you ignored the heat that formed between your legs as you tried to escape the compromising position getou put you in. getou pushed his weight down on you harder preventing your escape, “you should know that you can’t over power me physically, but you can summon your cursed energy at any time .”

as if in response to getou’s words, cursed energy moved through your body, flowing to the palms of your hands. getou’s deep voice sounded off above you, “ah.. there you go.” you looked up at the man in confusion, “i can feel it too.” he said, picking up on your thoughts. you could only stare back at getou, in awe of the fact that he could feel the cursed energy flowing through your veins. you had never known of any sorcerer that could feel another’s cursed energy before expelling it.

without thinking words slipped from your lips, “can you pick up on everyone’s cursed energy?” getou’s eyes glazed over in deep thought. a beat passed before he spoke, “just yours.” getou released you from his hold, moving to stand above you. “i think that’s enough for today. we’ll train again tomorrow.” that was all he said before he quickly exited the room.

sleep was hard to come by that night, you tossed and turned for what felt like hours. your mind was racing and you couldn’t slow it down. you thought about what gojo might have been doing in that moment, and if he was close to finding you. you almost felt bad for how fast your train of thought moved onto the training exercise you had earlier in the day. you thought back on the sensation of getou’s body pressing down on your’s, the way his hips were settled between your parted legs.

you could almost feel the weight of his hands pinning your wrists above your head once more. you stared at the wall, trying to break the pattern your thoughts were forming but your cunt had already grown needy. you pressed your thighs together trying to ignore the wetness growing between your legs at the thought of getou entered your mind once more. you couldn’t believe that you were having such inappropriate thoughts about a man that you could never see eye to eye with. what would gojo think? he was probably scouring every realm known to man in search of you, while you were one room away from getou, thinking disgusting thoughts of him.

you huffed in defeat, pulling the covers off your body. you shimmied off your sleep shorts, and quickly moved your hands up your big shirt to play with your nipples. you clamped your mouth shut, careful to not make any noise in fear of getou hearing you through the walls. your body temperature steadily rose as you toyed with your breasts. you moved to lift the shirt up allowing the cool air to hit your skin, making your nipples hard.

you accidentally let a moan escape your lips when your fingers met your clit. you prayed that getou was in a deep sleep in the next room over, but your motions didn’t relent. your back arched off the bed as you pictured getou in your minds eye. in your head it was getou who was playing with your tits and working your clit into oblivion.

unbeknownst to you, getou did hear your soft moans coming through the walls. the initial shock of hearing your pretty sounds quickly wore off as getou’s cock grew hard in his sweatpants. oh how he wished that it was him in your bed invoking soft moans from your lips. getou quietly moved from the bed to lean against the wall that your room was on the other side of. getou could tell that you were trying your best to conceal your moans as he pressed his ear against the wall. the man closed his eyes and pictured your body beneath his as he freed his cock from his pants, quickly stroking himself to the mental image.

you bit down on your lips as you inserted two fingers into your wet cunt, doing your best to pretend that it was getou’s long fingers entering you instead of your own. you could feel your orgasm pooling in the bottom of your stomach, thinking of getou’s deep voice speaking into your ear, telling you how good of a girl you were being for him. your orgasm hit you so hard that you didn’t realize that you let getou’s name slip past your lips as your walls contracted around your fingers.

getou’s eyes went wide at the sound of your pretty voice moaning his name, he had to cover his mouth with one hand as the came hard into the other. he thought he had to be hearing things, there was no way you felt the same level of attraction for him as he did you.

sleep surrounded you quickly after you reached your orgasm, but getou was still wide awake on the other side of the wall. the man was deep in thought, he knew he couldn’t allow his old feelings towards you to return, it would ruin his plan. the plan that was years in the making. getou kept trying to tell himself that what he felt for you was sexual attraction and nothing more, but even he didn’t fully believe it.

getou has been rotting my brain lately

abducted

chapter three

getou x reader

chapter two

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the days that followed after your first training session passed very smoothly. so smooth in fact that it made you question if there was something wrong with getou. he hadn’t spoken to you more than absolutely necessary, and he didn’t bother to tease or chastise you once during the following training sessions. you couldn’t figure out why his change in demeanor bothered you so much, you should feel nothing but hatred for the man for taking you prisoner, but it seemed your soul still sheltered a soft spot for him.

you were unable to tell just how long you had been kept captive in getou’s realm, the days seemed to pass by much quicker in his vacation realm than they did in the real world. with the passing of days you began to form a daily routine, waking up to fresh clothes placed at the end of your bed by the house spirits, getting up to make yourself breakfast, and following that up with a training session with getou. training was the only time you would see him throughout the day. you knew he was avoiding you, but you couldn’t figure out why. you thought maybe it was because you slapped him that one day, but you quickly determined that the slap was well deserved on suguru’s part and dismissed the thought all together.

getou did his best to minimize the time he spent around you. after the night the two of you shared, separated only by the thin bedroom walls, getou decided that he must not allow lust to cloud his better judgment anymore. getou returned to the human world every night, needing to put distance between himself and you. suguru convinced himself that there was work that still to be done to set his plan into motion, but deep down he knew that he couldn’t trust himself not to act on his sexual desire for you.

even with minimal interaction, getou had to cut training short some days. the sight of you overexerted and panting heavily from the workout did unexplainable things to the broody man. he knew he was a real pervert when he imagined you looking just as red and exhausted under him while his cock split you open. getou ached with desire, needing to hear your sweet sounds again. those same sounds you made when you were touching yourself to the thought of him fucking you dumb. on those days, getou would curtly tell you that training was done for the day and quickly make his exit.

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you were always somewhat of a hot head, this was a fact that everyone was aware of. up until recent years you had trouble controlling your emotions, which often resulted in your cursed energy surging out of your body with the most terrible timing. that’s why you appreciated gojo, he understood your anger and he was the main factor for you being able to restrict your cursed energy when you felt anger bubble inside you. though it seemed that you might have gotten too good at restricting your curse technique, you didn’t like not being able to access it unless you were in a life or death situation. you knew getou was right, you should be able to summon your cursed technique on command.

over the course of your training you had gotten better at summoning your curse technique. getou was relentless, he would storm you with his own cursed technique or use hand-to-hand combat in an attempt to draw your enemy to the surface. you were able to call upon your energy one time during training when getou locked your body against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist like a cage. you grew angry when you were unable to escape, your anger was the key that allowed you to tap into your cursed energy. you pressed your palms against getou’s body, sending a massive wave of cursed energy through his body. the act caught him off guard allowing you to escape his hold. getou must have been angry by your actions. after releasing your body from his hold, the man couldn’t look at you. it felt like an eternity passed when he finally said that was all for the day and quickly exited the room.

you thought this over as you sat at the kitchen island, hunched over your breakfast. you knew getou was avoiding you for unknown reasons, but you needed to talk to him. you had been a prisoner in the realm for quite a while and you wanted to know exactly what getou had planned for you. your mind was running in circles, wondering why gojo hadn’t found you yet, what would happen to him when he did, and also why getou seemed to hate being in your presence. you were most bothered by the latter, but you tried to distract your mind from the fact.

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there were no clocks, or any way to tell time in getou’s realm but you gathered it was almost time to train based on the position of the sun shining through the kitchen window. your bare feet pattered against the cool wooden floor and eventually met the soft padded floor of the training room. getou was in his usual position in front of the mirror lined walls wrapping his fists in gauze.

getou looked calm while wrapping the material around his veiny hands, you almost let your anger for him ignoring you for the past few days dissipate at the sight. the man spoke with his back facing you, “are you here to train? or would you rather continue gawking?” you rolled your eyes as you stepped forward,”oh, so you can speak.” you crossed your arms across your chest as getou turned to face you,”yes.. why would you think otherwise?” his tone almost sounded mocking. “i haven’t seen you in days, with the exception of these short training sessions.” getou examend the wrapping on his hands, “well i am a busy man.” you scoffed, “right i forgot you're a busy man with a big plan to rid the world of non sorcerers, i almost forgot.”

a grin peeked out at the corner of getou’s lips, “more or less, yes.” you weren’t amused, “i know you’ve been avoiding me. why?” getou took a step forward, smiling from above you, “aw you’ve been missing me doll?” your brows knitted together, you moved to shove the man but getou caught your wrist before your palm could land. “ah ah, save the violence for training. “

“are we not training now?” you said with a sly grin to match his. getou’s eyes narrowed on you, “oh well in that case..” getou quickly kicked his leg out, knocking off balance resulting in your back landing hard on the cushioned floor. “you really love that move don’t you.” you wheezed. “i do, and you should be able to see it coming by now.” a large hand reached out, helping you back onto your feet.

your training with getou went as smoothly as any interaction with getou could go. a slight sense of ease washed over you when you noticed how getou had seemingly began to revert back to his usual smart-ass behavior during training.

later in the afternoon you found yourself feeling quite bored as you stared at the ceiling of the sitting room. you couldn’t figure out why getou didn’t at least install a tv somewhere in the house. there was absolutely nothing to do, except explore the outdoors but you had done enough of that, and you didn’t want to run into any more rouge cursed spirits again.

your ears perked up at the sound of large feet attempting to tread lightly across the wooden floor. you kept your gaze on the ceiling as you spoke, “heading out on another one of your secret missions?” getou stopped in his tracks, he let out a huff as he relaxed his shoulders, “i thought you were napping.”

“no i’m not napping, though i might as well be.” you rolled over on the couch to face him, “a bored prisoner is a unhappy prisoner sugu.” the large man shifted his stance, noticing the playful tone in your voice, “you love referring to yourself as a captive don’t you?” “well, i am here against my will. the least you could do is provide me with some sort of entertainment.”

a beat passed. getou’s eyes clouded in deep thought, “are you still a fan of jane austen?” your face contorted in confusion. “i remember you reading her works quite often, back when we were-“ you cut getou off, “you remember that?” you were genuinely surprised by his impeccable memory. you were sure if someone were to ask gojo who your favorite author or book was, he would not know how to answer. you knew this about gojo but you never held his lack of interest in your hobbies against him. you figured everyone had their own interests, there was no need for gojo to inquire about yours.

“of course i remember, how could i not?” he questioned, like it should be somehow obvious that he would remember such a trivial fact about you. you didn’t know how to respond, you just hummed slightly to yourself as getou exited the room.

the following morning you were gently woken by the sound of birds chirping and a cool wind flowing through the sliding door of your bedroom. something about the air felt different, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you could feel the residuals of sorcery floating through the air. you sprung up, your senses were on full alert, someone was using a lot of cursed energy and you knew that couldn’t be a good thing.

you tipped toed out of your bedroom, peeking around both corners before continuing down the hallway. the windowless hallway was dark and you could feel the cursed energy growing stronger as you made your way down the hall. there was a new door at the end of the hall that was not there the day before, cursed energy was practically leaking out of the key hole just below the door knob.

you took a deep breath as you gripped the door knob, not knowing what you would find on the other side of the threshold. you took on a strong stance in an attempt to ready yourself for any potential threat that could be waiting on the other side.

the circular room did not fit the same aesthetic as the rest of the house. this room was dimly lit and smelled of getou’s cursed energy, like sandalwood and smoke. mahogany shelves lined the walls, all of which were stuffed with books. in the center of the room was situated a couch and a large arm chair. your gaze wandered to getou, who was walking down the tall spiral staircase that led to a second floor of shelves.

“good morning, i hope i didn’t wake you with sounds of the new construction.” the man said jokingly. you mouth was a jar, completely in awe of getou’s power, “you did all this with jujutsu?” getou sat on the couch casually, his large frame dwarfed the piece of furniture in comparison. “all the talk of books yesterday made me think, my vacation home was severely lacking a proper library.”

you moved around the circular room, drawing your fingers across the many spines of the books. getou called out from the center of the room, “if you're looking for austen, she’s upstairs.” you turned swiftly on your heels, finally having collected your thoughts,”is this all for me? the books. the library. did you do this for me?”

getou scoffed as he leaned back against the couch cushions, “please. don’t flatter yourself. like i said, i thought that with your claim of this place needing some entertainment, a library would be a good solution.”

heat rose to your cheeks. you turned back to face the shelves, continuing along the course of the room. “well then.” getou stood, making his way to the door. “i’ll leave you too it. there’s still much to get in order” your hand shot out, grasping the air, “wait!” getou paused at your words. “at least tell me why you’re doing what you’re doing, why do you want all non-sorcerer’s gone? i need to understand why.”

getou turned back to the door, “i’m making a better world for people like you and me. be a doll and don’t try to stop me, all of our training would go to waste if i have to kill you. ” without another word the man was gone, leaving you alone in the massive library.

getou always had a narrow view of the world, he always thought in very black and white terms. you pondered over getou’s motivations as you walked up the steps of the spiral staircase.

abducted

chapter four

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getou x reader

tags: language // talks of violence // smutt// dollification //

word count: 2.1k

chapter three

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getou returned to the human world that night, though not for his usual reasons. getou had his sights set on gojo, suguru needed to figure out how gojo was planning to respond to your abduction. keeping tabs on gojo’s moves were essential for getou’s plan to work. the man had no plans of engaging gojo—he would only keep track of his movements from afar.

getou tracked satoru’s movements to honmachi, a residential area in tokyo. getou arched a brow from atop the tall apartment building, watching gojo tread through the empty alleyway below. smoke emitted from the sewers while neon lights buzzed from the closed shop windows. getou lost sight of the man when he walked through a cloud of misty smoke.

getou quickly jumped to the next rooftop in an attempt to keep his eyes on the white haired man, and took a step back into the shadows at the sight of gojo reappearing out of the mist. the man stopped short in the alleyway, keeping his eyes on the wet concrete below him as he spoke, “you can come out now suguru.” gojo finally looked up into the night sky, watching getou take a step out of the shadows and looking down upon him.

“i never knew you to visit this side of town gojo.” getou jumped down from the tall roof, landing on his feet in front of gojo. an unusually somber look settled on gojo’s face, “i never had a reason too, but now i must scour all of tokyo in search of whatever realm you’ve drug my girlfriend into.”

getou hummed, “yes well, i’m sure you’ll find it soon enough.” gojo stepped forward, “you know i could kill you where you stand.” getou’s hands twitched at his sides, “though i would like to see you try, if i’m dead what do you think would happen to your precious little girlfriend?” getou drug out the last word to tease gojo.

“if you so much as touch a hair on her head, i will-“ getou laughed. “you’ll what? kill me?” getou hardened his stare on gojo, ”please spare me of the theatrics satoru. maybe if you taught her how to develop her cursed technique properly she could have defended herself from me.”

gojo attempted to form a rebuttal but getou didn’t relent, “you don’t have to worry about me hurting her, if anything i am making her into a real jujutsu sorcerer, unlike whatever you were doing with your time with her.”

gojo’s demeanor shifted, his face contorted in amusement, “what i was doing with my time with her?” gojo laughed. “what do you think i was doing with my time with her?” getou’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t wait for gojo to elaborate. “you don’t deserve her.” getou spoke in an eerily calm manner, “you don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as her. tell me gojo, do you even know what her favorite book is? or her favorite author? how about her favorite thing to eat in the mornings? no? how about her favorite flower? can you tell me the answer to any of those questions?”

gojo blinked. a beat passed while getou waited for a response. gojo’s hands turned to fists at his sides, “i will find her, and i will kill you.” getou laughed at the lack of response to his questions, “i’ll count on it.” a black void of cursed energy surrounded getou, “see you soon, satoru.” with that getou was gone, leaving gojo alone in the cool night air of tokyo’s streets.

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after getou left, you grabbed your favorite work of jane austen’s off of the tall wooden bookcase and headed back down the staircase, taking your spot on the antique couch. you drew your fingers over the title of the old book, admiring the craftsmanship of what must have been a first edition. how getou got his hands on such a priceless piece of literature, you’d never know.

persuasion was what you thought to be austen’s best work. although many would argue that pride and prejudice was much better, you loved persuasion for what it was. a dwindled romance between two lovers that lost their way, finding themselves falling for each other all over again. like any other jane austen novel, it ends predictably. the girl gets the guy, and they share a happily ever after together. the happy, predictable ending is what you loved most about the book. you thought your life could use some predictability, with your sudden capture by getou, and dealing with his mood swings.

you remembered getou differently, you always thought suguru to be the picture perfect example of the wise and stoic man. getou was always the one reeling gojo and yourself in, always keeping the two of you in line with what he thought was right. getou always had a clear view of what was right and wrong. you desperately wished to know what had changed. getou’s once black and white view of the world now seemed to be wholly grey.

your eyes grew heavy once finishing the fifth chapter of the book, you told yourself that you would rest your eyes for just a moment before returning your attention back to the romance novel. it was no fault of your own that the couch was so comfortable, and the temperature of the room was just right for your mind to drift into a deep sleep. no, it wasn’t your fault that you dreamt of getou, you couldn’t help the matter— it’s not like you had any control of your dreams.

your body was dressed in the same flimsy robe that you wore your first day in the vacation realm. you were in your bedroom, your bedroom in the real world— your safe place. it must’ve been late. the space was dark, only being lit by the city lights below. you never spent enough time here. you often spent most nights at gojo’s house. you thought back to all of those nights you spent together, those nights were always spent with you laughing at gojo’s crude jokes while he wrapped you in his warm embrace.

any and all thoughts of gojo went out the window when you realized you weren’t alone. your back was pressed up against a firm chest, warm breaths caressed your neck. you couldn’t help but lean into the feeling letting your head lull to the side, getou’s hands moved to rest on the skin covering your rib cage, his large hands naturally spread wide— reaching just a hairs length away from your nipples.

you couldn’t help but squirm when the man moved the collar of your robe just enough to place a kiss where your shoulder and neck met. you instinctively pressed your thighs together, your whole body felt extra sensitive in your dream state. getou slowly inched your robe open, creating a trail of hot kisses across your shoulder.

his voice was low and gentle, “gonna’ be a good doll for me and let me see you? i’ve been waiting so long to play with those pretty titties.” you shyly nodded your head against his chest in response, suddenly aware of the cool air sinking into your skin through the thin fabric. getou moved his hands upwards brushing his thumbs against your nipples. you suddenly felt frustrated with the fabric blocking the full sensation of his touch.

you rolled your hips, in a desperate attempt to seek out friction for your already needy cunt. getou fondled your breast over the silky fabric, chuckling softly in your ear watching you grow needy under his touch. “use your words doll, i know you can do it.” getou placed another kiss on your neck, “can i see, baby?”

you were afraid of your voice coming out uneven, you took a moment to right your mind before speaking. you whispered lowly, “yes” was the only word you could manage. your body was on fire from his touch, you hated how flustered his small actions made you.

getou opened only the top part of your robe, he wanted to take his time— he intended to devote the proper amount of time to every inch of your body. he would rush nothing. you almost gasped when the cool air of the bedroom hit your already sensitive nipples. getou moved to work circular motions with the tips of his fingers on your pebbled nipples.

suguru kissed your temple—continuing his motions on your chest, “such a pretty little doll.” your pussy flooded at the sound of his words. you let out a soft moan as you rolled your hips against the mattress, you could feel getou’s cock grow hard against your back.

you could tell getou’s hair was undone even though you couldn’t see his face from your spot between his legs, his black hair tickled your skin as he lifted your chin with one hand to get easier access to place languid kisses on your neck. every kiss and touch felt euphoric against your skin, your cunt was crying out for much needed attention as your nipple grew sore under his deft fingers.

getou still had one hand on your throat as he spoke, “be a good girl, and let me see that pretty pussy.” suguru’s hand left your nipple and pulled the tie around your waist free, causing the robe to open fully. you didn't have enough mind to care about how exposed you were, and immediately spread your legs for getou.

getou’s hand on your throat moved upwards to grip your jaw. the man turned your face towards his, allowing your eyes to finally meet. he looked so beautiful in this moment, you thought before getou pulled you in for a passionate kiss. you moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his free hand trailing down your body at an achingly slow pace. you need his fingers on your clit so desperately that you continued rolling your hips against the bed in an attempt to make him move faster but getou had always been stubborn. getou always did things his way, there was no alternative.

suguru released your lips from his, his large fingers finally met your swollen clit. your head fell back against his chest as he began working motions on that sensitive spot. his free hand moved to work your nipple once more, never relenting from his work on your cunt. “such a good little doll..you're being so good for me.” he said as your body writhed under his.

getou loved the sounds you made for him, he worked your clit in a quicker motion to draw out more of your sweet sounds. “you want me inside, baby?” getou practically cooed into your ear. “yes! sugu’ please!” you couldn’t wait any longer, you were already on the cusp of orgasm.

getou used two fingers of his free hand to trace around your cunt. you clenched under his fingers, practically sucking him in, though getou didn’t let you. suguru wanted to take his time with this as well. you cried out, “sugu- please.” getou let out a breath before finally pushing deep into your cunt, pumping in and out of your plush walls as he continued the same pace with his other hand against your clit.

you were no match for getou’s fingers, your walls began to flutter around him almost immediately when he tapped against your g-spot. suguru slowed his pace while your walls continued to dance around his fingers. the man shushed you softly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“shh.. shh.. ride it out on my fingers baby. it’s okay.”

you heard your name leave getou’s lips, though his voice sounded more distant than before. you woke feeling startled. getou stood above you with a confused look on his face. it took you a moment to take in your surroundings, you couldn’t tell how long you were out but your head ached, and your neck felt stiff from the awkward position you slept in on the couch.

“were you reading all night?” you looked down to the novel still cracked open on your lap, “must be a really good book.” you cleared your throat— moving quickly to your feet. “yeah, really good.” your face turned beet red. hot embarrassment from your dream flooded your body. you quickly pushed past getou, not wishing to meet his eyes as you made a hasty exit.

abducted

chapter five

getou x reader

word count: 2.7k

chapter four

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you had no intentions of attending your daily training session with getou. after your swift exit from the library, you quickly rushed out of the house and into the cool morning air. your feet were damp from the dew covered grass but you barely noticed. tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes, you angrily wiped them away with the back of your hand, continuing to move forward through the greenery. there was still much about the realm that you haven't seen or explored yet, but you didn't take notice of the fact until your walk of shame led you to an unfamiliar garden. the space felt hidden away, much like the lavender field that you only stumbled upon by chance, on your first day in getou’s domain.

large stone blocks led you through a plant covered archway and into a circular shaped garden. there were no flowers, only overgrown plants of various species. you followed the stones further, which led you into the center of the space. your vision was blurry with tears but you could make out a large fountain with flowing water in the center of the neglected garden.

you took a seat on the edge of the fountain, finally allowing your emotions to come to the surface. you had never felt so frustrated and alone. your time spent as captive allowed you to sit with your thoughts, something you usually tried to avoid by keeping yourself busy.

keeping busy was no easy feat in getou’s relam, even with the addition of the new library and your daily training sessions with suguru, you still spent plenty of time completely alone, with nothing more to do than sit with your thoughts. you had never felt more confused. you couldn’t figure out how you could allow yourself to fantasize about getou, or why you cared so deeply about his well-being, or why the fact of him avoiding you for days on end bothered you so.

guilt settled heavy on your stomach. you knew gojo was out, probably tearing the world apart in search of you while you were having wet dreams about getou almost every night. getou wasn’t a good man. this is what you told yourself over and over again hoping the thought would take root in your brain, but you couldn’t help but wonder how true that statement was.

was getou truly so irredeemable? the man was capable of compassion, this you knew. his hard exterior didn’t fool you much. it never did. you resolved that deep down getou couldn’t possibly be a villian capable of genocide. you knew the man, better than anyone. you might not have been in contact with getou for years before your capture, but you knew that your best friend from all those years ago still resided somewhere deep inside his soul.

as if on cue, getou entered the garden. the tall man had to duck under the green archway to avoid hitting his head, while his hands were tucked into his pants pockets casually. you stared up at the man with tear filled eyes as he walked towards you. a deep crease formed between getou’s brows, the man squatted down to look you directly in the eyes.

you could tell suguru was quite confused by your actions. the man took a moment to choose his words, “did you have a bad dream? is that why you're crying? i’ve never seen you storm out of a room so quickly.” getou looked down to your hands gathered together in your lap. he couldn’t stand seeing you cry and he was at a total loss as to why you were.

you chuckled, wiping your tears from your cheeks, “no, it wasn’t a bad dream at all.” getou attempted to reach for your hand wanting to console you, but he thought better of it and quickly retracted. “so you’re unhappy here?” the question came out more as a statement but getou still looked at you with an inquiring gaze.

“you avoided me for days on end, then suddenly built me a library, and then left again. your back and forth behavior is tiring, getou” you stared at the man solemnly. you didn’t want to admit your next words but you felt as if you didn’t have a choice in the matter, “i’m lonely.” you began to choke on your words as more tears fell, “i’m so lonely suguru.”

you felt overwhelmed with emotion, a cumulation of all the recent events bursted out of you. you couldn’t help but let your body shake, letting the emotions pour out. no matter how often getou told himself not to get attached, he couldn’t bare to see you cry. especially when he was the cause of your sadness. getou pulled you into his arms and you let him. you didn’t have enough mind to try to push him away. getou stroked your hair, letting you cry wet tears that soaked through his shirt.

“i think you’ve been lonely for a long time, even before you came here.” getou said in his naturally deep tone, he could always read you like a book, knowing things about yourself far before you did. getou hooked a finger under your chin and lifted gently, allowing your eyes to meet once more. getou’s face looked soft and caring. his dark eyes sucked you in like a void that you wanted to sink into forever. the man held you in his arms tightly, and you noticed that his hair wasn’t pulled back in its usual style. getou’s black hair was loose, and created a great contrast against his white shirt. the man looked truly beautiful at that moment.

“you don’t have to be lonely anymore, you know.” you blinked, you knew what he meant. he wanted you to willingly join his cause—something you knew you could never do. the man didn’t really expect a response, so your lack of providing one didn’t bother him. getou stood, pulling you up with him, “let’s go somewhere, yeah?” suguru wiped the last of your tears with his thumb.

his demeanor was much different compared to the day’s previous, his cold behavior and short phrases were replaced with soft touches and compassionate words. seeing getou look at you with soft eyes only stoked the flames of your growing belief that the old getou wasn’t completely gone.

“go where? i didn’t realize prisoners were allowed to travel.” getou couldn’t help but laugh at your snide remark, he was glad to see your usual sarcastic personality return. “be careful of your words, doll.” a devilish grin pulled at the edge of getou’s lips. “or i’ll chain you up like a real prisoner.”

getou used the same black void curse technique that he used to bring you to the vacation realm to teleport the two of you to a place that you didn’t recognize in the slightest. the residuals of cursed energy floated around the two of you, while you took in your new environment.

you barely noticed the hand getou placed on the small of your back while the two of you teleported. suguru’s hand remained in place as he watched your eyes expand in awe. “where are we?” you asked, still taking in your surroundings. “the spring market.” getou said casually.

the two of you stood in the middle of a walkway, surrounded by merchants selling all types of art, food, flowers, and novelty items. the smell of sweet cinnamon and chocolate floated through the air from a nearby crepe stand. the air, you noticed was cool and crisp, unlike tokyo’s usual humid weather. “we’re not in tokyo are we?” you finally looked up to meet getou’s eyes.

getou smiled, using his palm on your back to push the two of you forward through the market, “we’re not even remotely close to tokyo.” his words carried a sense of finality so you resolved to not press the matter further.

the two of you walked for hours, chatting and tasting food from various vendors. the two of you were stopped at an art stall sifting through the various prints, when you noticed the warm glow of string lights lined along the top of each vendor's booth illuminating the pedestrian walkway.

the two of you hadn’t realized just how much time had passed from enjoying your time together at the market. getou and you were like the best of friends again, doing nothing but joking around and eating all day. the two of you left the art stall, and moved back onto to the pavement. you couldn’t help but yawn, feeling worn out from the long day and the relaxing warm hue from the light above didn’t help.

getou wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you something to lean your tired body on. you took in the warm, clean smell of him, and let yourself get comfortable in his hold. you wished that his embrace didn’t make you feel as safe as it did, but you couldn’t help the feeling. getou always felt like home.

getou spoke into your hair, “it’s getting late, do you want to head back?”

you sighed, not really wanting to leave but you knew your body had enough walking for the day. you nodded your head, signaling to suguru that you were ready. getou was about to summon his black void teleportation technique when you stopped short at a small jewelry stand. getou crossed his arms over his chest, watching you in confusion.

you didn’t know why but you felt compelled to stop at the table of necklaces and rings. one necklace in particular caught your attention. you delicately picked up the necklace with a small heart shaped jewel in the center. you never did care for jewelry much but this piece felt different, the color of the stone looked very familiar. the stone was a dark amber color, but not so dark that you couldn’t see flecks of yellow beneath the surface when you held it up to the light.

“it looks like your eyes.” you said, not taking your eyes off the necklace. “what?” getou asked in surprise. “it looks like your eyes.” your tone was just as calm as it was the first time. “it’s beautiful.” getou blinked, he knew you weren’t joking but he couldn’t believe that you would think anything that resembled him could be considered beautiful. he blinked, still watching you inspect the necklace. getou couldn’t ignore the warm feeling that washed over him. you looked so pretty at that moment. suguru wanted nothing more than to gather your body into his arms and carry you all the way to his bed immediately.

“can we get this bagged up?” getou asked the vendor, not bothering to ask the price. you were surprised at getou’s offer to buy the piece, but you didn’t dissuade him. you knew you couldn’t leave the market without it. the vendor nodded and placed the necklace in a small box and wrapped it in a ribbon. the merchant moved the box into a thick paper bag and took getou’s payment. the man handed you the bag with a smile, “you two are such a cute couple, have a nice day.”

heat rushed to your face from embarrassment. you nodded to the man and quickly moved away from the booth. you refused to meet getou’s eyes, but if you did, you would have seen that he was quite flustered too. you cleared your throat, “you ready to go?”

“yup.” getou said, placing his palm on your back and initiated his teleportation technique and the two of you were gone.

the pair of you emerged from the void, entering into the living room of the house that you now felt to be a second home. “here.” getou said, taking the bag from you. the man placed his hands on your shoulders turning you so that your back was facing him. you heard the rustling sound of the box being removed from the bag from behind you. getou used one hand to move all of your hair over to one shoulder, and held the delicate necklace in the other.

the feeling of his fingers touching the sensitive skin of your neck made goosebumps rise across your body. you held your breath hoping that getou wouldn’t notice the state that you were in internally. the man draped the necklace over your collar bone and clasped the chain together with ease. you reached up to touch the necklace, feeling the cool stone against your skin, turning to face getou.

getou wished he could tell you how beautiful he thought you looked wearing a piece of jewelry that resembled him. the man almost felt tempted to throw away all of his plans for the jujutsu world and stay in this realm with you forever, just by the way you looked in that moment, but he knew it would never be that simple. getou wanted to spend everyday isolated from the real world with you, seeing you wear that necklace everyday. he wished he could see you wear nothing but that necklace every single day.

getou wanted to reach out and embrace you, but he never knew when the time was right. the man still felt conflicted. he knew his feelings for you would get in the way of his one true mission if he let them, but he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding when he saw you, or keep his cock from growing hard when he thought of you at night. the man was a mess on the inside, but he covered it up well. on the other hand, you were a mess on the inside and weren’t the best at hiding it on the outside. it seemed the two of you made quite the mess.

getou ran a hand through his dark hair feeling awkward, “i have to go out again tonight, but you should get some rest. i know you're tired.” still clutching your necklace, you felt annoyed knowing that getou was leaving again. you thought the two of you might have turned the page on to a new chapter that day. you thought that maybe things would be different between the two of you after the time you spent together. you didn’t understand what he was doing when he went out every night, but you knew it couldn't possibly be for good reasons.

“i don’t like being here alone.” you said truthfully. “do you want me to stay?” getou didn’t think before asking the question, he regretted it after the words were already spoken. he was terrible at whatever it was the two of you had going on. “yes.” you said almost in a whisper.

getou felt as if he could melt into the floorboard seeing you act shy, then he felt guilt wash over him, knowing that he had to leave. getou had plans with his associates that he could not break. his men needed to fill him in on recent developments, and getou himself needed to give them new orders for his grand plan to erase all non-sorcerer’s from the jujutsu world.

getou extended a hand, reaching out to pat your head, “i have to go doll. you should get some rest.” without another word the man was gone into the void of blackness, leaving you completely alone.

abducted

chapter six

getou x reader

chapter five

tags: hurt /comfort // violence // language // threat of r4pe //

word count: 3k

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suguru was right, you did need to rest but as the night progressed you couldn’t seem to get your mind to stop racing. you tossed and turned in the bed for what felt like hours until you finally decided to go to the kitchen to make some tea, hoping it would help relax your mind. you stared out the window watching the trees sway in the night air while you waited for the tea kettle to come to a boil.

your ears picked up on the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway, “your back early.” you said turning to face getou, except the person in front of you wasn’t getou at all. you sucked in a short breath at the sight of the unfamiliar person standing in front of you. “not who you were expecting?” the androgynous man asked in a playful tone.

you quickly grabbed a knife from the kitchen sink and turned back to face the man with the patchwork face. streaks of his light blue hair fell his face as his smile grew bigger. “now now, there’s no need for all the commotion. i’m just here to see getou.” you gripped the knife tighter as the man approached, “he’s not here.” you felt adrenaline pumping through your veins, you knew that the man’s intentions weren’t good, and you needed to be alert to his every move.

the patch faced man made a show of looking around the kitchen, “so i see.” he said, still closing in on you. “oh! how rude of me!” he said, slapping the top of his head with his palm, as if he was remembering something. “i almost forgot to introduce myself! i’m mahito, and you are?”

you kept the knife in a tight grip, feeling your cursed energy begin to come alive under your skin. “i’m a guest of getou’s.” you had no intention of divulging any personal information to this man.

mahito’s sinister smile was still on full display, “well any friend of getou’s is a friend of mine. but your not just any friend are you?”

the man had you cornered but he hadn’t made any further advances, “you see, getou doesn’t have many pretty friends like you.” he reached up to twirl a lock of your hair between his fingers, causing you to flinch. mahito shushed you in faux consolation, “shh.. your soul is shaking, i can feel it. there’s no need to be afraid.” mahito chuckled. “i only want to play.”

you averted your eyes, desperately looking for an exit route. the man dipped his chin, reading your slight movement. “there’s no point in running.” mahito paused in thought, “though i do love the chase.”

you screamed, violently swinging the kitchen knife in the man’s direction. your fight or flight instincts kicked in. you didn’t allow yourself a moment to see if the knife made contact with mahito’s skin before jutting off into the dark house at full speed.

the sound of laughter echoed behind you, when you finally made it back to your bedroom. your shaky hands fumbled against the lock on the door. the sound of your erratic heartbeat banged in your ears, almost drowning out the sound of mahito’s careful footsteps. the man slowly made his way down the hall. meanwhile in your bedroom, a cool breeze flowed in through the large door leading to the porch that wrapped around the perimeter of the house. you shivered, feeling a cold chill run up your spine.

mahito stood just outside the door for a moment, savoring the thrill of the chase. you knew he was there, you could feel his unpredictable cursed energy floating through the air. your breaths were heavy, as you clutched your big sleep shirt to your chest.

you prayed then for getou’s return.

the hour was late, but you didn’t know how late. getou usually returned just before dawn, but you didn’t know if you could survive that long. your opponent was strong, not just physically, but in jujutsu too. even with your recent training sessions, you still didn’t think you would be a match for mahito.

the man spoke through your bedroom door, cutting off your train of thought, “silly girl. don’t you know that a flimsy door like this can’t keep me out?” you stood then, moving towards the patio door as quietly as you could. if you could just get outside, there’s a chance that you could hide in the forest long enough until getou got back.

just as you were tiptoeing across the threshold into the outside world, mahito broke the door down with his cursed technique. a scream escaped your throat again. your feet propelled your body forward, moving as fast as they could into the wooded area. you barely noticed that one of your house shoes slipped off in the process.

mahito was still enjoying himself, he knew he could end this quickly but where would the fun be in that? getou had been too distracted as of late, and mahito disliked that fact. mahito’s original intentions with coming to getou’s realm was to confront the man—to find out where his sudden lack of interest in their plan was coming from.

though mahito was surprised to see you wandering around the house and not getou, he immediately understood where getou’s lack of interest was stemming from. it was you. getou had lost sight of what was important because of you. a stupid girl who couldn’t even use her curse technique properly.

while chasing you through the forest, mahito started to understand exactly why getou must have been so fond of you. you were beautiful, and in mahito’s opinion, you looked especially tantalizing when your eyes were clouded with such fear. he knew that he was definitely going to kill you, but mahito figured he should be able to have a little fun with you first.

you had been running for a while, your chest was tight, and the act of losing one of your shoe’s allowed your foot to get battered against the forest floor. you heaved heavily against a large tree, praying that you had lost mahito in the woods. unbeknownst to you, the torn skin off your foot created a trail of blood, making it quite easy for mahito to track you.

he was close, you could feel it. you tried your best to steady your mind, thinking back on the things getou taught you during training. you needed to concentrate. honing in your cursed energy into one consistent stream of power was always your downfall. you wanted to scream in frustration, the gnawing pain in your foot made it too difficult to concentrate on the unstable cursed energy moving through your body.

your ear twitched at the sound of a twig snapping

nearby. you took a deep breath feeling paralyzed by fear. a beat passed in stone cold silence, only for the moment to be shattered by mahito aggressively grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head as soon as he came into your line of sight. the skin of his face seemed to be held together with silver stitches, almost reminding you of frankenstein. though mahito seemed much more terrifying than the old victorian tale.

“ah ah. no need to be difficult, i’m not going to kill you just yet.” mahito said, reinforcing his hold on your wrists. you tried to retch free with no luck, he had you pinned. the man shushed you in a faux sympathetic tone as he pushed his thigh between your legs. your fear was replaced with anger at the sight of the man clearly enjoying himself.

anger seemed to be the key for you to concentrate on your cursed energy, you felt the warmth of it pooling in the palms that were hoisted over your head. you tried shaking from his grip once more, “what do you want from me?” you spat, not understanding the unprovoked attack. “why are you here?”

mahito pushed his thigh up farther, smiling as he leaned in closer to speak into your ear, “well, it all started as an innocent trip to visit getou. you see he’s been very distracted lately, and i wanted to know why but it seems the reason is standing right in front of me.” the man chuckled, lowering his tone as he spoke. “i mean don’t get me wrong, i get it. i would be distracted too, you are a fine specimen..” his voice trailed off, the human curse leaned in further to smell your hair.

fury in its purest form migrated through your veins, you might not be a match for mahito in terms of strength or jujutsu, but you did have the element of surprise at your disposal. you swang your injured foot upwards, landing a hard blow on the man’s groin. mahito staggered backwards, causing him to release your wrists from his hold.

your cursed energy was ferocious and messy but that didn’t deter you from shooting whatever energy you could out of your palms and into mahito’s direction. your cursed energy shot out in short, but powerful spurts, eventually landing a blow in mahito’s side. the shot of energy was like a bullet, shooting through the skin settling deep in his body. the impact was so strong, mahito’s blood blew back on to you, covering your body in the warm crimson liquid.

mahito was strong, you knew he wouldn’t be down for long but you took the opportunity to run nonetheless. you didn’t make it very far before intense fatigue clouded your senses, and the limp stemming from your injured foot slowed your escape. you tried to power on, but your blood covered body collapsed to the ground, from the acute pain shooting off inside your body. you felt like your insides were being torn apart.

mahito was still incapacitated on the ground, but kept the same menacing smile on his face nonetheless, “silly girl, i made contact with your skin. i have full control over your soul.” you wailed on the ground, feeling mahito’s cursed technique take hold of your body. the pain was so intense, your vision began to fade as your body lost consciousness.

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getou immediately knew something was wrong when he sensed mahito’s residuals in the air once he arrived back to the realm. the scent of sandalwood and smoke fanned off of getou as his cursed technique ignited in his body. he angrily scoured the house searching for evidence of the two of you. getou didn’t stop moving forward at the sight of your bedroom door knocked off the hinges. the only thing that caused his swift movements to halt was your lone house shoe discarded in the grass. getou bent down to retrieve the shoe, the feeling of it in his hand only stoked the fire of anger in his heart.

getou found mahito first, the human curse was propped up against a tree trying to heal himself from the injuries he sustained. mahito smiled at the sight of the man who looked like death himself, “oh! hi getou! i’ve been look-“ mahito’s words were cut short from getou’s strong grip on his neck.

suguru hoisted the man up the tree, mahito slapped at getou’s arm in an attempt to get the man to release him from his hold. mahito tried choking out some intelligible words but getou cut him off again, “where is she?” getou’s tone came out much more threatening than usual. mahito still couldn’t form words from the tight grip getou held on his windpipe.the man could only signal with his eyes the direction that your body was laying in.

getou could only make out the shape of your body lying on the ground, but he could tell that you were hurt. fear struck his heart like a spear, getou dropped the man and whistled to the house spirits to come string mahito up. mahito panted on the ground watching getou run in the direction of your mangled form.

mahito yelled out to getou as the house spirits retrieved him from the tree, “getou! wait! what are they going to do to me?” getou didn’t respond, he didn’t have enough mind to even process the words when he saw the state that you were in. you were turned on your side in the fetal position, getou couldn’t tell if the blood that covered your body belonged to you, or mahito but he didn’t have time to speculate. getou scooped up your lifeless form and quickly carried you back to the house.

if you were conscious, you probably would’ve made a joke about how it seems every time you go outside, getou had to carry you back in. or maybe you would joke about how getou seems to have some really ugly looking friends, but you weren’t awake to do that.

every second that you were unconscious made getou’s stomach form into knots. the man had to affirm to himself over and over again in his head that you were going to be okay, trying to force himself to believe it. “fuck!” he said audibly, when he looked down on your face. you looked so peaceful, despite being so injured. the man felt so distraught, he was almost glad that you weren’t awake to witness it.

after the house spirits tied mahito up in the basement, they came to help getou tend to your wounds. suguru knew you wouldn’t want him to be the one to bathe you, so after cleaning your mangled foot, and pumping his own reverse curse technique into your skin, he allowed the house spirits to clean and dress you.

the large man felt odd for being in your room for so long, the last time he spent this much time in your bedroom was the night that he allowed himself to give into his lustful thoughts and fuck himself with his hand as you slept. getou shook his head, trying to clear his mind of thoughts of that night. he would never forgive himself for being such a creep. getou stood, trying to distract himself. he was pacing around the room for a moment, when he noticed the blood splattered necklace that he bought you just the day before. the house spirits removed it to bathe you, but getou couldn’t help but notice how the one thing that you owned that symbolized him, was covered in blood. an ironic sight.

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you didn’t know how long you were out, but you knew it must’ve been a while. the sun was at the midway point in the sky, shining bright into your eyes. you groaned loudly, turning onto your back. you were surprised to see getou perched at the end of the bed watching you intently.

“hey doll, how are you feeling?” a grunt was all you could muster in response. your vocal cords were still worn out from your petrifying screams the night before. getou was riddled with guilt, he didn’t know what to say. there was nothing that could be said to make the situation better. suguru only wanted you to be safe, that was his new top priority—but it seems every time you get hurt it’s somehow related to him.

getou reached out to set his hand on top of yours, stroking lightly with his thumb. neither one of you were ever much good at showing any type of physical affection, and that fact felt clear in the moment. his eyes analyzed your limp wrist, while clearing his throat. “i’ll kill him. you don’t have to worry about him ever again.”

if you had enough energy you would’ve rolled your eyes, “i don’t care about that right now.” you were both taken back by how raspy your voice came out. “i just wish you could’ve been here. i was so scared getou.” a deep crease formed between his brows, listening to your words.

“why weren’t you here?” you began to cry then, feeling overwhelmed with thoughts of nights past. your mouth formed into a deep frown as hot tears fell from your eyes. “why weren’t you here suguru? why?” you couldn’t help but repeat the question over and over, it was like your brain was stuck in a loop.

getou felt as if his heart was pulled clean out of his chest, he made quiet shushing sounds while moving up the bed to take you in his arms. you couldn’t fight his embrace even if you wanted too, his hands were steady and unyielding. getou propped his back up against the headboard and pulled your shaking body into his lap. he held you tight, letting you curl up into his chest.

getou continued to shush you and stroke your hair, his shirt becoming wet from the abundance of tears. “i’m sorry.” his grip on your body tightened, he felt fearful that you would somehow slip from his grasp. you felt so delicate.

“i’m so sorry. you don’t have to worry about anything like that happening ever again. i’ll never leave you ever again. i promise.”

even in your hysterical state, you knew that was a promise that you would hold him too.

making getou valentines cards rn >;-)

abducted

chapter 7

getou x reader

tags: character death // violence // feral reader // heavy smutt // over stimulation // morally grey reader //

word count: 3.8k

chapter six

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getou let you weep in his arms until your eyes ran dry, and continued to hold you through the slumber that followed. the man watched you for hours, finally coming to the conclusion that the feelings he had for you could no longer be avoided.

getou didn’t sleep a wink even after the sun had set. the sorcerer’s mind ran on a rapid loop of anxiety. you hadn’t told getou exactly what happened when mahito attacked you, but seeing the effect it left on you made him want to kill the man immediately, but he refused to leave you alone even if you were sleeping. you needed him more than ever, and he dared not to let you down again.

the house spirits had imprisoned mahito in the facility deep in the forest that getou had originally created for gojo. the structure was small and rather unimpressive looking on the outside, its sole purpose was to hold curse users. the walls of the small prison were infused with ancient jujutsu. any jujutsu sorcerer—other than getou who enters the building will not be able to tap into their cursed energy while inside its walls.

the creation of the small prison was a early part of getou’s plan of capturing gojo, but it was now holding one of his own men. anger ignited in suguru’s chest, the thought of one of his own men disrespecting him in such capacity made him reevaluate just how sound his plan really was.

you tossed and turned in your sleep, finally settling with your head burried into getou’s chest. the angry feelings in getou’s chest was replaced with a warm content feeling. the man felt that he had waited years to finally hold you in his arms. the act felt right, and it filled his heart with peace.

no longer fighting against his own feelings, suguru held you closer, and placed a kiss on your forehead. getou rested his chin on your head, and allowed the peaceful blackness of sleep take hold of him.

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morning came too quickly for getou. he yawned deeply, blinking the sleepy haze out of his eyes to see you perched on the end of the bed. you were facing the window, but getou could tell that something was off. “hey, you okay?” he asked in a voice still raspy with sleep.

you didn’t answer him, you only continued to stare out into the trees with a blank expression. you woke up feeling different, all the emotions you felt from the previous day were replaced with an intense anger and a need for revenge. your experience with mahito was the straw that broke the camel's back, and it made you realize that you didn’t want to be weak and incapable any more.

thinking back on the fear you felt while being taunted and chased through the forest ignited your cursed energy. getou could sense the dark energy exuding from your body. the energy was much darker and erratic than usual; he had never seen your cursed energy come out like this.

getou sat up in the bed, reaching for your shoulders to shake you out of whatever day dream you were having. “hey!” he shook you hard, but you were still deeply entwined in your thoughts of revenge. only the sound of your name leaving the man’s lips, brought you out of your stupor.

you finally turned to look at him. the sight of getou’s eyes and lips still puffy from his deep sleep caused your cursed energy to return to its dormant state. you stared at the man with a blank expression not knowing what to say. his brows furrowed, still looking at you quizzically, “what’s going on? i’ve never seen you like this. i need you to tell me what’s going on.” a beat passed. “please.” he pleaded.

you took a deep breath, “im angry.” you thought back on the night with mahito once more, your hands unconsciously formed into fists in your lap. “i’m tired of feeling weak.” you concluded. getou sympathetically wrapped a hand over your balled fists, speaking softly into your ear, “you’re not weak, and you never have to feel that way again. you turned to meet his gaze. “i can help you.” he said in a whisper.

“i want him dead.” your tone came out matter factly. “then it will be done.” you shook your head at getou’s words. “no, i’ll be the one to do it.” suguru’s face reverted back to its original concerned expression. getou opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by your words, “i will be the one to kill him.”

there was a massive shift inside of you, getou could sense the change in your demeanor. he knew this was an argument that he would not win, so the man conceded, “fine. i’ll take you to him.”

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the walk to the facility was a long and quiet one. getou and you both were both too busy listening to the conflicted inner monologue inside your minds to make casual conversation. the weight of your earlier words began to set in, as the two of your made your way through the trees. you were going to kill a man, this would be the very first time that you would kill a man.

there’s a first for everything. you supposed. getou’s thought process was similar to yours, even though the man wanted to recruit you to his side all along, he didn’t know it would happen like this. getou knew you naturally carried a guilty conscience, he was fearful of what killing mahito would do to you. there’s no take backs when killing a person, getou knew this truth all too well.

after a long period of silence, the trees finally cleared. the makeshift prison getou built was small and inconspicuous looking, but your stomach still dropped at the sight of it. the two of you stopped at the entrance of the small stone building.

getou turned to face you, gripping both of your arms, “are you sure you want to go through with this?” you were nervous, and felt as if you could throw up at any moment, but your mind was made up. you knew what you had to do. you nodded your head silently, and getou led you through the entryway.

you followed the sorcerer through the dark passageways that finally led to a single cell. mahito could be seen chained up on the concrete floor through the small window in the iron door. it was clear that the house spirits had been torturing the man at getou’s command, based on mahito’s appearance. it looked like he was barely clinging to life, and the absence of his cursed energy signature only reaffirmed the thought.

getou left your side for a moment, allowing you to get a good look at the first man you would kill. you were deep in thought watching mahito’s unconscious form, when getou returned with a large weapon in tow. the man swung the long scythe with a flourish.

you couldn’t help but cock a brow at the weapon. the sight of it was terrifying, the weapon consisted of a long black pole that led to a large curved blade. you couldn’t help but notice how the blade shined against the low light of the stoned lined hall.

getou passed the weapon into your hands, allowing you to feel the cold steel pole in your grasp. “it’s a very old war scythe, used by powerful sorcerer’s from the high era of jujutsu.” getou revealed. “it’s embedded with cursed energy of its own, and even has its own technique.”

you gripped the pole with two hands, letting yourself get used to its weight, “yeah? what’s its technique?” you mused, not taking your eyes off the shiny blade. getou smiled then, “it can take the power of those who are killed with its blade.” you snapped your eyes back to him as understanding filled you.

“so i could have mahito’s power of soul manipulation just by killing him with this?” getou clasped his hands together, smiling down on you encouragingly, “precisely.”

the desire for power filled your bloodstream. you would never have to feel weak again. no curse—no matter how high the grade, could hurt you ever again. you smiled back at the man, “and you're giving this to me?” suguru nodded, “it’s all yours doll.”

the next moments passed in a fog. your senses were clouded with revenge and the need for power. getou opened the large door into the cell, causing mahito to stir awake. seeing the fear that filled mahito’s mind only fueled your vengeful desires. you toted the long blade over your shoulder, smiling down at the man, “good morning!” you giggled. “i hope you slept well.”

your next words were drowned out by mahito’s cries, the man begged getou for mercy knowing his life depended on it, but getou didn’t move from behind you. the man was completely unfazed by mahito’s cries, he knew that he would’ve killed the human curse eventually.

“whenever you're ready, doll. i’d like to get this over with.” you swung the blade off your shoulder, thinking that maybe you would like to hear how much the man could beg, but you decided against it.

“don’t worry mahito, i’ll make good use of your cursed technique.” you cooed, swinging the long blade in one quick motion across the man’s neck. mahito’s screams died in his throat while blood gushed from the fatal wound. his body slouched to the ground, but you hardly noticed. a ringing noise filled your ears. you became drunk off the power that the kill gave you.

every hair on your body stood up. you could feel the blade taking mahito’s power—sucking it up like a vacuum. you felt no remorse, only pure nirvana, you knew the world would be a better place without him. pride swelled in your heart, knowing that you were the one to take him out of the world.

getou called your name from behind you, but the sound didn’t register. your ears were still filled with the loud white noise ringing in them. a large hand wrapped around your waist and your name was called once more. a manic giggle erupted from your throat, still looking at the bloody blade.

“i did it.” you breathed. getou could tell you were having a hard time processing what you did, and he knew that he had to get you out of there. the man pulled you out of the cell in an attempt to get some distance from the scene. you were still giggling, you felt overjoyed with your new sense of power.

you pushed the large man against the wall with a thud, “you know suguru, i think you were right. the world needs people like us.” getou wanted to question your meaning but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. you stood on your top toes trying to get yourself at eye level to getou, “i still don’t agree with your whole ‘kill all non-sorcerer’s’ plan, but i think we could come to some sort of understanding.”

getou knew you were drunk on power but he couldn’t bring himself to care. the sorcerer looked down on you, “yeah?” he grinned, loving how you looked in your feral state. “yeah, now take me home please.”

-

you felt extremely grateful for getou’s teleportation technique when the two of you emerged from the darkness, back in the living room of getou’s home. returning home seemed to do nothing to quell the mix of mania and lust pumping through your veins. you didn’t push away from getou’s touch like you usually did after transporting, in fact you leaned into his hold.

chest to chest—getou looked down into your wild eyes using his thumb and pointer finger to lift your chin, “being the hand of death got you on a power trip huh, doll?” you blushed at his words, still staring into his all encompassing gaze. getou leaned down, allowing his lips to hover just above your own, “murderous little thing.” he whispered.

whatever restraight the two of your had before, completely disappeared at his words. getou’s grip tightened on the small of your back, while the other hand snaked up your spine to grip the back of your neck. your lips collided in a messy dance. it was unclear as to who was leading the kiss, due to your tongues gliding over each other in a hungry fight for dominance.

you wrapped your arms around getou’s neck, intertwining your fingers with his thick hair at the base of his head. the man moaned into your mouth at the sensation, causing your knees to buckle. getou didn’t falter, swiftly scooping you up in his arms allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. you could tell the man was good with his mouth, when he took your bottom lip between his teeth you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. the feelings that his mouth elicited on yours made your cunt grow wet from the sensation.

any shyness that ever existed in your body evaporated when you began to roll your hips against getou’s stomach. the act made getou break the kiss, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. your heart pounded in your chest and cunt, waiting for him to say something. getou breathed heavily, “i’ve never seen you like this. fuck.” he professed, grabbing a handful of your ass and kneading the flesh.

your hands still massaged the base of his scalp. his skin felt addicting, you wanted to kiss and lick every inch of it, beginning with his neck. suguru hoisted you up higher in his arms, walking the two of you to the master bedroom while you placed open mouth kisses all over his neck. you barely noticed the movement forward, you were too busy kissing and licking his warm skin all the way up to his ear. you didn’t take notice of the new location until getou sat himself on the edge of the bed. the motion caused your lips to leave his skin, noticing that your hips were now straddling his.

getou reached up to cup your face with one hand, and used the other to grip your hip. the man looked at you soberly, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.” you giggled in response, pressing your clothed pussy against the cock growing hard in getou’s pants. you rocked your hips ever so slightly to tease him, “yeah? how long?”

a devilish grin appeared on the man’s face, “don’t taunt me doll, cause it’s you who’s gonna be begging for my cock later.” suguru didn’t give you a chance to respond, before gripping your hips and flipping you on to your back in the middle of the bed. he didn’t grant you a moment to catch your breath before settling his weight between your parted thighs and locking his lips to yours.

sounds of the wet kiss filled your ears. getou moved his tongue slower this time, using it to tease yours with languid flicking motions. not breaking the kiss, he removed your hands from his neck, and pressed your wrists firmly into the mattress above your head. you dared not move them when his deft fingers worked underneath the hem of your shirt.

your back arched off the bed when his hands met your breast’s under the thin shirt. getou moaned into your mouth at the feeling of your soft tits in his hands, causing you to buck your hips against his cock in response. still fondling your breasts, getou’s lips left yours, he thought you looked so pretty with your lips swollen from his mouth, and he wanted nothing more than to see all of you.

“gonna let me see those pretty titties baby?” he said in a pleading tone, gripping the bottom of your shirt. you nodded your head, suddenly feeling shy. getou took his time sliding the shirt up, not wanting to spook you. the cool air of the bedroom nipped your skin causing goosebumps to rise across your body.

you both sucked in a breath when your breasts were freed from the fabric. getou took a moment to take in the sight of you below him before he spoke, “so fucking pretty.” he whispered. his lips met yours once more, you fought the urge to move your hands from above your head when his large palm moved to roll your nipples between his fingers. your clit pounded at the sensation, crying out in a desperate plea for stimulation.

suguru shifted his body so his thigh was resting between your legs. his mouth left yours with a pop, “rub your cunt against my thigh.” he commanded softly. you heeded his command, doing anything to get friction on your clit. your moans came out more rapidly from the feeling of getou’s hands on your tits and his big thigh between your legs.

your body was heating up, and you desperately wanted getou to remove your pants but you had a feeling he was going to drag things out for teasing him earlier. “su-suguru, please.” you whined. “hmm?” he hummed playfully. “i need you to touch me, please.”

suguru looked at you through his lashes, “i'm already touching you, doll.” he said, moving his mouth to suck on your nipple. the feeling made your cunt flutter. you let out another soft moan, writhing under him. getou looked up at your face while flicking your over stimulated nipple with his tongue, “you sound so fucking pretty, baby.”

tears pricked your eyes, your cunt was in desperate need of attention. you were about to start begging just how getou said you would, when he tugged at the waistband of your pants, “let’s get you out of these.” getou quipped, taking your bottoms off swiftly. he smiled at the sight of your soaked panties, you noticed that this smile was a genuine one, not like his usual malice hinted smiles. the look reminded you of the old days. the days when you were completely in love with your best friend.

the sight could have made your heart explode, but the wholesome moment was cut short when getou removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and arms. he looked like a giant looming over you without his shirt, the sight made your cunt throb even more. “i’m gonna touch you over your panties, okay?” suguru beckoned from between your thighs. getou kept his eyes on you as he hovered his fingers over your soaking panties, he wanted to see your every reaction. the man used only his thumb to work circles on your clit, but the sensation sent your head rolling back nonetheless.

getou’s cock ached at the sight of you coming undone from his fingers, but he made up his mind that he wouldn’t fuck you until you begged for it. “you’re doing so good for me doll, i knew you would.” getou praised. “you don’t know how long i’ve thought about doing this.” he moved his thumb quicker over your swollen clit, “years. i’ve thought about this for years.” his breath’s grew ragged, “-should’ve never let gojo have you. he doesn’t deserve this pretty pussy.”

you moaned loud, as heat filled the pit of your stomach, “getou! i’m gonna-“ his hand left your clit, causing you to sigh in frustration. the man shushed you quietly, “not yet. i can’t let you cum yet. you're gonna cum all over my cock, or not at all.”

tears filled your eyes once more, “suguru, please.” you pleaded, rubbing your wet panties against his clothed cock. getou smiled, “say it again.” he said teasingly. “please.” you begged in a low tone.

getou kissed your lips passionately before heeding your words. he pulled your panties off quickly, and took a moment to stare at your glistening cunt. “fuck.” he said in awe. “pretty, pretty, pussy.” he mumbled to himself. he then unsheathed his cock, it sprang upwards bouncing off his stomach. your mouth salivated at how pretty it was, noticing the slight upwards curve in the shape, and the small amount of pre cum already leaking from the tip.

getou leaned down to suck on your tits once more, sliding his cock up and down just on your slick outer folds. you moaned when the tip of his cock slid against your clit, the sensation alone was about to send you over the edge. you couldn’t keep your hands above your head anymore. you needed to touch him, you had to rake your hands through getou’s hair, you had to feel his warm skin against yours.

getou groaned, his breath was uneven, and he was almost as restless as you were. “you want my cock pretty girl?” he breathed raggedly. “yes! sugu- please!”

you took a deep breath watching getou grip your thigh with one hand, and using the other to line himself up with your entrance, you both groaned when he slid in, your cunt already clamping down on him. his thrusts were slow, allowing for you to get used to the size of him. even going slow, his cock tapped against your g-spot eliciting sweet sounds from your mouth.

your plush walls felt so good around getou’s cock he could help but let his thrusts grow more erratic, he leaned down to feel your chest against his as he pumped deep into your walls. you noticed his hair falling out of its bun allowing his hair to fall in both of your faces as he kissed you.

you moaned into his mouth, getou’s fingers played with your nipple all while his cock pounded your g-spot. suguru broke the kiss to look at you with lust filled eyes, “you feel so fucking good.” he crooned. “want you to be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock okay?”

he kneaded your breasts that were bouncing from his thrusts, while your walls clamped down on him. the consistent motion of his cock hitting your g-spot sent you over the edge, you wailed as your cunt fluttered around his cock.

getou moaned, about to cum from the feeling of your cunt dancing around his length, “ah! good girl! that's it, cum all over my cock baby, that’s it.” his thrust grew ragged in your swollen cunt, you cried in over stimulation as he spurted hot liquid into your tired pussy. getou leaned down to place a sweet kiss onto your lips and then your forehead, “i’m so proud of you, pretty girl.”

abducted

chapter eight

getou x reader

tags: fluff // smut // nipple play // slight over stimulation // praise // filler chapter // minimal plot

chapter seven

finally stirring from your deep sleep, you were greeted to the sight of getou’s slumbering face just inches from your own. a crease was cemented between his brows, as if he were dreaming of something serious. though knowing getou, he probably was.

you took a moment to stare, having never seen the man in such a vulnerable state. he looked almost innocent, as his broad chest rose and fell with hollow breaths. you turned over, attempting to get ready for the day when a large arm hooked around your waist putting a halt to your plans.

getou nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, “nope. no escaping now.” he grumbled in a deep sleepy tone. you laughed, settling into his hold, “i quite literally couldn’t escape you, even if i tried.” you could feel getou’s lips forming into a smile against your neck, “true. i’m glad you know.” he teased, placing a kiss just behind your ear.

all thoughts of gojo were far away, being with getou felt like you were finally accepting what you had always felt deep in your heart. something about getou felt like home, his presence alone steadied you. you were finally able to admit it to yourself.

you didn’t have it in you to feel guilty, especially when suguru’s hold around your waist tightened—or when he placed another sweet kiss on your neck. there was no going back, you both knew this, but neither one of you seemed to care. maybe it was just post-orgasm bliss that had you feeling so warm and safe in his arms, but you had a feeling that you would feel that way regardless.

the morning sun was shining bright through the sliding doors that led to the outside world, casting a warm hue of yellow light over the two of you. getou groaned sleepily, burrowing his face into your neck in an attempt to escape the sun's rays.

you flipped over to face him once more. the two of you stared at each other in silence, basking in the sun's warmth while letting the sounds of the birds singing from the trees surround you. getou felt that he was in some cruel dream, that he would soon wake up from feeling utterly alone. you reached out to rest a hand on his large chest, getou let out a hollow breath in response. your touch alone was enough to anchor the man into reality. your soft hands against his skin signified that this was no dream, this was real. he was here with you.

the sorcerer kept his gaze on your face, that was still puffy with sleep. getou had never seen you look so beautiful. the sunlight casted a halo of light around your head, suguru thought you looked like an angel. though based on your actions from the previous day, he knew that you were far from it. you were like him, both of your moral compasses were busted. you now lived in a morally grey area just as he did—and he relished in the feeling of having finally corrupted you.

“do you regret it?” he whispered. “regret what?” you knew what he meant, but you questioned him anyway. getou hummed, knowing that you wanted to bypass the conversation. he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling your bodies closer together, “we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want too. we could pretend for a while longer if you want.”

you quirked a brow, “pretend?” the man smiled at your confused face, tracing circles on your back with his long fingers, “we could pretend that the real world doesn’t exist for a while longer.” he took a moment to collect his thoughts. “it’s just us here, we could pretend that it would always be that way.”

getou had never been spectacular at expressing himself through words, but you understood his meaning. you could pretend, in fact you’d prefer it. you were already pretending that yours and suguru’s ideology of jujutsu wasn’t on opposing sides of the spectrum, so why not keep pretending? why not live in the moment for as long as the universe would allow it?

“i can do that.” you said, wrapping a leg over his hip. the action made getou’s heart pound in his chest, and allowed blood rush to his cock. you were completely unaware of the effect your small movement had on the man, you were too busy thinking of his words from the night before.

“what did you mean when you said that gojo didn’t deserve me last night?” you asked in an inquiring tone. the man hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but he was so drunk on your body he couldn’t help but ramble.

“oh you caught that.” he mused. there was a lot that you didn’t know about your boyfriend. a lot that getou had only recently found out during his time surveilling satoru’s movements. even from his days spent in the past with gojo, suguru knew that he wasn’t the setting down type. getou knew that gojo wasn’t wholly faithful to you, but he didn’t want to seem like he was purposely attempting to turn you against him.

most of all he didn’t want to see you hurt. getou did his best to evade your question, “does he make you happy?” you were both surprised by the question, getou internally chided himself for not coming up with something better. you didn’t really know how to answer, you had always felt happy enough.

gojo filled a void that existed in your heart, and you never had much reason to complain. gojo was always kind to you, and the sex was good—but sex with getou was different. when gojo fucked you it felt impersonal, the two of you were only trying to reach the finish line of orgasming. neither one of you were fully present in the act, it felt as if you were just going through the motions.

sex with getou felt like an awakening—an exploration of eachother’s body’s and soul’s. it felt like it really was just the two of you in the world. everything about it felt right. no matter how wrong it was. you had a far away look in your eyes when you finally answered, “he made me happy enough.” you tone carried a sense of finality to it, but your answer wasn’t good enough for the stubborn man.

“happy enough?” a spark of irritation ignited in getou’s stomach, “do you want to settle for just being happy enough?” you didn’t want to fight, so you conceded, “no, i don’t.” your tone lowered to a whisper. “i want more.” it was as if you were finally admitting to yourself. you wanted more out of your life. you wanted love in its purest form, and you wanted power. you began to question if it was possible to have both.

getou dipped his head closer to yours, “i can give you more.” he said in a low tone matching yours. you sucked in a tight breath at the feeling of getou’s hand latching on tightly to the skin of your ass, pushing you hips closer to his. with your leg draped over his side, you could practically feel his cock growing hard against your panties. your eyes went wide at the sensation. getou chuckled, “don’t look so surprised doll, you weren’t this shy last night.”

you loosened up at his tease, relaxing against him once more. you decided to take getou’s advice and pretend. pretend that it was just you and him in the world. pretend that the two of you weren’t on opposing sides. pretend that you were just two people basking in eachother’s bodies. pretend that this was the old getou lying next to you, the one who would have never abandoned you.

you were the one who decided to close the distance between your bodies, locking your lips onto his. getou allowed your tongue to slip past his lips, and hummed from deep in his throat at your enthusiasm. his grip on your ass tightened as he kneaded your flesh. your cunt began to throb at the sound of the moans already escaping his throat.

suguru raked his free hand through your hair and you did the same, you would never tire from feeling his silky strands filtering through your fingers. the kiss was soft and slow, the two of you took your time letting your tongues explore each other's mouths. getou felt as if he could swallow you whole, feeling himself grow drunk off of the feeling of your plush lips against his, but he felt determined not to rush.

he wanted to explore every inch of your body all morning long. if getou had his way, the two of you wouldn’t leave the bed at all until the sun set, and rose again. he finally broke the kiss, leaving you staring at him with a dazed expression. the broad chested man leaned back, gripping the bottom of your sleep shirt.

“‘wanna see those pretty titties again.” he murmured looking at you for permission. you had always been slightly insecure over your breast’s they weren’t the exact shape and size that you thought they should be, but getou’s praised made you feel more comfortable in your body.

you nodded your head, silently signaling that it was okay. getou licked his lips and lifted your sleep shirt slowly. your skin jumped, feeling the cool air slide up your skin with the shirt. suguru hummed when your breasts came into view. he had to fight the urge not to immediately take one into his mouth, instead he took a moment to stare at your nipples growing hard from the cool temperature of the room.

“so fucking pretty.” he said almost in awe. your cheeks heated up under his stare, but you felt immense relief when getou’s lips returned to yours. you moaned into his mouth as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. you instinctively ground your hips against his cock. you both groaned at the feeling of each other's touch.

you reached down between the space of your bodies to grip getou’s cock through his pants, his movements began to match your own as he bucked against your hand. you were both needy, and neither one of you did anything to conceal it. getou’s warm hands continued to massage your breasts, causing you to soak through your panties. his was so good with his hands, you thought you might come just from the feeling he was eliciting from your chest.

getou broke the kiss, moving to suck on your collarbone and kiss his way down to your sore nipples. he tried to give equal attention to both of your titties, giving both an open mouth kiss. your mouth dropped open at the feeling of his warm tongue swiping against your nipples. his mouth left your breast with a pop, “fuck.” he spoke to himself. you knew that your cunt had probably soaked completely through your panties just from the intense heartbeat you felt in your clit.

getou used his body weight to push you onto your back and settled his body between your legs. the man looked like a god between your thighs, the morning sun shone against his black hair, and painted his skin a light gold color. he was so beautiful, yet he was looking at you like you were the most magnificent creature he had ever seen.

“my pretty doll.” he cooed, lifting your leg up to place a kiss on your ankle. the man lowered himself down keeping your leg on his shoulder, to get a good look at your wet panties. getou used his thumb to rub circles over the wet part of your panties, causing your back to arch off the bed.

“you're so wet.” he said, still looking at your soaked panties. you ground your hips against his thumb, seeking friction. getou noticed the needy look in your eyes, “‘want my fingers, or my mouth? you choose.” you wanted to melt into the bed at his question. no one that you had ever been with had cared much about what you wanted in bed, but getou was so giving. he wanted nothing more than to please you.

“mouth please.” you whimpered. suguru wasted no time by quickly helping you shimmy out of your underwear and immediately ducked his head between your thighs. the warm sensation of his tongue lapping up the wetness of your pussy made your eyes roll back. getou moaned into your cunt as your fingers massaged his scalp. the vibrations from the sound went straight to your clit and you screamed out.

suguru moved to suck on your clit, the sensation was so intense that you had to fight the urge not to clamp your legs shut. you continued to cry out, and getou continued to moan into your clit. you weren’t expecting him to slip in two fingers to your cunt, you immediately clamped down on him as he curled his fingers to tap your g-spot.

getou knew you were on the edge of coming, he lifted his head to watch your face as he used his fingers to pump in and out of you with precision. his hair was completely disheveled from your fingers, and you were a complete mess from his mouth, but getou thought that you had never looked more beautiful. he had waited so long to see you like this—to experience you like this, he had to savor every moment of it. even if that meant neglecting his throbbing cock for the time being.

your plush walls wrapped around his fingers even tighter as heat formed in your stomach, you were so close. getou smiled down at you, “i know you want to come doll, it’s okay. come on my hand, you can do it.” at his word, your cunt immediately began to flutter around his fingers. getou groaned, still continuing his movements until your cunt loosened its grip on his fingers.

your chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths, while getou placed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. you were surprised when he laid back down next to you, and pulled your body against his chest. “what about you?” you questioned referring to his still hard cock. suguru hummed, “we have all day, don't we?” he chucked at his own statement, knowing that he intended to utilize the whole day.

this isn’t a headcannon- it’s a fact that getou’s cock is 7.5 inches with a slight upward curve

it’s true akutami told me so

abducted

chapter ten

getou x reader // chapter ten

word count: 3k

chapter nine

naoya insisted that gojo let him handle the situation of getou keeping his little girlfriend hostage. gojo only agreed after much reluctance, when naoya said that he knew getou well, and that he could schedule a meeting. a meeting without the presence of satoru.

gojo didn’t take well to naoya’s plan at first, but he needed to use someone close to getou to even begin to think about saving you from your captivity. naoya used the zenin name to jumpstart his many corrupt businesses, one of them being a large night club in tokyo’s red light district. satoru met the zenin clan member at his club to finalize the deal.

gojo’s athletic legs pushed him through the loud club at a swift pace. the man tried his best to not get distracted by the abundance of beautiful women dancing and fraternizing under the flashing lights. he continued to push through the crowd determinedly, making his way to the vip section that overlooked the dance floor from above. he wanted to get the deal over and done with, because he already wasn’t happy with the terms.

the vip lounge was just as gojo had imagined, fitting to naoya’s extravagant taste. the room was glowing from the dim purple lights. cocktail waitresses hovered around the room serving naoya and his men hand and foot. it seemed that naoya was living as if he were already the head of the zenin clan, though he had a long way to go to reach that goal. satoru thought about this, as he approached the men relaxing on the large leather sofa.

“ah! satoru!” naoya beckoned from his seat as he sipped from his rocks glass. gojo took a seat on the adjacent sofa, “zenin.” he acknowledged casually. satoru unfolded a bank slip and pushed it across the marble coffee table that was littered with bottles of miscellaneous champagnes and liquors. satoru crossed a leg over his knee before speaking, “it’s all there, already been sent to the routing number you provided.”

the corner of naoya’s lip perked slightly seeing the amount of money gojo was willing to cough up to find you. naoya’s shaggy black tipped—blonde hair partially obscured his view of the blind folded man in front of him, but he could still see how unhappy gojo was to be there with him. although satoru would never admit it, he felt quite embarrassed for not being able to find getou’s domain. it should have been an easy feat, but it seems getou had gotten better at his craft.

gojo searched all of tokyo from top to bottom in search of an entryway to the realm that kept you hostage, with no luck. the world's strongest sorcerer had been outwitted, resulting in gojo having to call in a favor from someone he could never respect. naoya zenin. potential heir to the zenin clan. the man was more confident than even satoru gojo himself. that fact only irked gojo more, but naoya was his last resort in his efforts to find you.

gojo leaned forward with his palms clasped together in his lap, “this has to work zenin. there can be no fuck ups.” naoya took another sip from his glass, still lounging comfortably, “you worry too much satoru. i told you, just leave it all to me.”

-

while getou was busy securing the sorcerer’s the two of you rescued from being human sacrifices a new home, you were busy training with your scythe. the training room felt especially warm and humid, since you had been training for hours. it was the only thing that took your mind off of the recent events. with every thrash and swing of the long blade, you felt a small sense of relief.

you had just begun to come to terms with your feelings for suguru, when your once sure view of the world became clouded. your goal as a sorcerer was always to protect non-sorcerer’s, but what you witnessed at the temple made you question the entirety of your beliefs. had getou been right all along? would the world actually be a better place with the absence of non-sorcerer’s? you weren’t sure. you had never felt more conflicted.

you continued training, planting one foot and swinging the other up high in a hard kick, all while bringing the scythe over your head—slicing your Imaginary opponent. your chest rose and fell at a quick pace. your body felt completely worn from the rigorous session, when a clapping sound rang out from behind you. you turned to see getou leaning on the door frame with a smug look on his face, clapping his hands in amusement.

“well done. you’ve grown a lot during your time here.” he said pridefully. you swung the scythe around, letting the blade drag across the floor as you walked towards the man. “i took out a whole group of sorcerer-hating fanatics the other day, and you're only just now noticing that my form has improved?” you stood in front of him, matching his playful expression as you waited for a response.

getou hummed, quickly pulling you by the waist to close the distance between your bodies. you dropped your weapon in surprise, looking into his dark eyes—that were just inches away from your own in surprise. getou licked his lips before speaking, “i’ve always known your potential.” he drawled in a low tone. “your greatness has never gone unnoticed.”

you opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t summon the words. the man had rendered you speechless, no one had ever said such a thing to you. getou always had a talent of saying so much in very little words, but his eloquence had never struck you so hard before. you blinked up at the man as his fingers laced through your hair at the base of your skull, locking his lips to your own.

your cheeks flushed as his tongue prodded at your lips requesting entrance to your mouth, and you allowed it. your tongues danced across each other slowly. the two of you took your time in the moment, not wanting to rush anything. you gripped onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself, as you stood on the tips of your toes. getou hummed into your mouth and gripped onto your waist even harder. he leaned in, causing your back to arch backwards. you had no fear of falling—you trusted getou more than anyone. you knew that you were safe in his arms.

the man eventually pulled away reluctantly. you blinked up at him, feeling irritated that your kisses always seemed to get cut short. getou looked down on you with soft eyes, and continued to massage your scalp gently. “i have to go out tonight.” he whispered in a low tone.

you arched a brow, “and where might we be going?” the sorcerer faltered for a moment, “we aren’t going anywhere. it’s too dangerous for you. the last field trip we took was enough.” he looked down to the hand he had on your waist, “i do want you to continue getting stronger, but i also don’t want to put you in needlessly dangerous situations.”

you thought back to the last time getou left during the night. the night that mahito attacked you. a night that you would never forget. you cleared your throat, “where you go, i go. that’s my final decision.” you commanded. a smile formed on getou’s lips once more, “when did you start calling the shots around here?” you traced a hand from his shoulder up to his neck, cupping the side of his jaw, “since i made you cum.” you chirped in a sarcastic tone.

getou’s hand moved down to your ass, gripping it hard. his eyes darkened as he chuckled at your words, “you're going to need a new outfit for where we’re going.” it was your turn to look at him quizzically, “where are we going this time?” suguru leaned down to whisper into your ear, “out.”

by the time you made it back to getou’s bedroom—which you had taken over as your own, you noticed that the house spirits had left an outfit for you on the bed. the small black dress wasn’t what you were expecting when getou said you would be needing a new outfit, and your curiosity peaked when you noticed the handwritten note next to the dress.

you could recognize getou’s neat penmanship anywhere, his strokes were always long and precise. you couldn’t help but grin, reading his elegant handwriting.

“i hope that i know your body well enough by now to have guessed your size right.” you continued reading, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. he was insufferable, even on paper. “be ready in a hour.” you tried to figure out where the two of you might be going as you ran your fingers over where he signed off at the bottom of the page, “—yours, suguru.”

getou paced around the living room while waiting for you to appear from the master bedroom. the sorcerer couldn’t figure out why naoya suddenly wished to have a meeting with him, it had been quite a while since he had seen the zenin clan member. the two weren’t the closest of friends, but they definitely knew each other better than to call each other an acquaintance.

getou knew that naoya shared similar beliefs about non-sorcerer’s but that still didn’t justify calling a meeting. nonetheless, suguru had accepted. he figured he might as well hear zenin out, on whatever he wished to discuss.

getou stopped short at the sight of you exiting the bedroom. the man felt starstruck for a moment, having never seen you so done up before. it seemed he had guessed your size exactly right, because that little black dress was hugging every curve of your body perfectly. he couldn’t help but notice that you took the time to do your makeup and hair differently too, you looked so different. so good.

you clasped your hands behind your back, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing stare. the man didn’t utter a word which only made you feel even more self conscious, was it too much? you wondered. you thought maybe you should turn around and head back to the bathroom to try to tone down your look when getou finally spoke.

“you clean up nicely, doll.”

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you had gotten so used to getou’s transportation technique that it turned into your preferred means of traveling. you could end up in your desired destination in an instant, though you weren’t sure what made getou desire to go to a crowded nightclub. when the two of you materialized into the loud and dark environment, your eyes went wide for a moment. suguru had never been the clubbing type, so as you allowed the man to pull you through the crowd, you wondered what the meaning of this trip was.

getou’s broad frame cut through the crowd like water, weaving in and out of the hoards of people with ease. you wanted to question him as to why you were here but the music was too loud, and he was moving too quick. you spotted a cocktail waitress in the crowd and snagged a drink off of her tray. you were moving so quick that she didn’t even notice.

you didn’t feel too guilty for stealing the drink because based on getou’s body language, you guessed whatever business the two of you had here was serious—and you needed something to take the edge off.

suguru’s quick pace came to a halt once the two of you reached the bottom of a dark staircase. finally turning to face you, getou looked at the drink in your hand with slight irritation, “where did you get that?” he asked. you were unfazed by his annoyance, because you were slightly annoyed yourself. the man hadn’t said a word since the two of you materialized here, and he still hadn’t bothered to tell you what your purpose here was.

you narrowed your eyes up at the man, “i’ll tell you where i got it when you tell me why we're here.” getou shifted on his feet, “we’re here to meet someone.” you blinked, waiting for him to continue. “naoya zenin.” your brows furrowed, in confusion, and getou waved a hand trying to dismiss whatever direction your thought pattern was going, because you knew naoya. not personally, but you knew he was a zenin clan member who caused a lot of trouble for the sorcerer’s at jujutsu tech in the past.

“before you say anything, i don’t know why he called this meeting, but i do want to hear him out. i want to know if he knows of the curse users we rescued from the temple the other day.” he paused for a moment. “i have them in a safe place with one of my men right now, but if he knows that i plan to create an army— we might have a problem.”

you simply nodded, letting his words sink in. you gripped onto his hand once more, allowing him to lead you up to the vip lounge. the space was milling with people, though it wasn’t as crowded as the club below. there were still cocktail waitresses carrying around platters of drinks, but you couldn’t help but notice that the women working in this lounge were much prettier than the ones working below.

suguru turned to face you once more, but you were hardly able to keep your eyes on him. you could see naoya lounging on one of the seats in the conversation pit—nursing a dark drink. you narrowed your eyes at the man over getou’s shoulder, your intuition told you that he was not to be trusted.

getou traced his large palm up and down the length of your arm in a comforting manner, bringing your attention back to him. the man looked almost concerned as he spoke, “look i’d like for you to keep your distance from naoya, be a doll and hang out at the bar for a bit so i can see you. yeah?” he didn’t wait for you to answer, he simply placed a heavy black card in your hand. “buy out the bar for all i care, just stay where i can see you.”

you looked down to the heavy credit card in your hand and back up to getou, “well i guess i do need a drink after spending so much time around you.” your tease finally made getou’s signature smirk reappear on his lips. “have fun. and remember-“ you waved the man off, turning to make your way to the bar, “yeah, yeah. stay where you can see me. i know.”

three lemon drops in and you couldn’t figure out what was taking so long. you leaned against the bar, not only watching how getou’s conversation was going, but you were also observing everyone in the lounge. you weren’t the only one loitering around the bar, in fact there were a number of people close enough that you could eavesdrop on their conversation even with the loud music playing. you had no ill intentions. you just found yourself feeling quite bored, and also a little tipsy.

the girls closest to you were betting on which man in the room had the most money. while a group of men all dressed in formal suits stood at the end of the bar. you thought that they kind of stood out. not because of their dress, no. everyone in the lounge was dressed in a similar manner, in regards to the formality of the outfits. these men stood out because they had been standing at the bar for the same length of time as you, but hadn’t ordered anything. your tipsy brain quickly dismissed the oddity, and you reverted your attention back to your drink.

getou was good to keep a keen eye on you, even while his conversation with naoya grew tense. getou’s black hair was tied back in its usual half up-half down style. a loose strand fell in front of his right eye, slightly obscuring his view of the man in front of him. he felt himself growing tired of the long winded conversation—about nothing that naoya was carrying.

suguru could hardly hear what the zenin man was rambling about, and gave into his agitation by cutting the man off in the middle of his sentence. “—what is the reason for this meeting, zenin.” naoya’s cheerful facade was replaced with a cold demeanor. the man squared off his shoulders, sitting up in his seat to speak to getou directly, “your new girlfriend is the reason suguru.” naoya deadpanned, as his eyes flashed over to you at the bar.

by that time, the group of girls had struck up a conversation with you over shots, that you weren’t paying attention to the two men across the room anymore. “what interest do you have in her?” getou questioned the blonde man, feeling the muscles in his jaw tighten.

zenin’s face softened a little, seeing the tense reaction he had gotten out of suguru,”it’s not me that’s interested. your old pal satoru wants her back.” getou tried to calm himself after hearing those infuriating words by taking a sip out of the rocks glass in front of him. “and why should i care about what gojo wants?” getou asked, sucking his teeth from the bitter drink.

naoya leaned forward then, “because. gojo is willing to go to war over her.” getou sat up in his chair, matching naoya’s body language, “war is already on the horizon.” after finishing his sentence, getou looked over to the bar in search of you. except neither you, nor the group of suited men were there anymore.

getou immediately felt panic and red hot anger shoot through his body. the man lurched forward, grabbing naoya by the neck and taking him to the floor in one swift motion. getou yelled at the man’s face while everyone in the room turned to watch the spectacle, “WHERE IS SHE!” suguru yelled, with exposed teeth.

naoya couldn’t speak with getou’s hand gripping his windpipe but the man smiled from beneath him anyways, knowing that he had successfully got over on him.

the priest of styria

chapter one

vampire/priest getou x reader

wc: 2k

tags: talks of death and female arousal // not beta read or edited

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you caught news that there was to be a priest in town to take over at the cathedral after father issac’s untimely death. you had yet to see the man, but if he was anything like father issac, you figured his sermons would probably be quite boring and drawn out. apparently the new priest that is taking over the reigns is from a faraway place. a place that no one had heard of.

your ladies maid discussed the matter with you while brushing your hair behind you in the mirror. ophelia smiled while admiring the intricate braid that she was weaving into your hair, listening to your incessant questions.

“oh please! ophelia it’s been ages since something interesting happened around here. you must tell me what you’ve heard! there’s no need to act coy with me. how long have we known each other again?”

ophelia let out a sigh for dramatic effect and met your eyes in the mirror, “since we were in diapers my lady, but you must hear me now, when i say that i know as much as you! the man is a mystery to us all.”

you couldn’t help but pester your old friend, it was true what you said. father issac’s death stirred up all of styria, and with the news of the replacement priest arriving soon after the fact, brought pandemonium to the town.

“it’s unheard of really, how is it possible for not a single soul to know what the man looks like, or where he hailed from?”

ophelia shrugged her shoulders.

you rolled your eyes at her in the mirror, “well let’s hope that his sermon’s are more lively than poor old father issac’s.” you said with a chuckle. ophelia pinched your shoulder and you shrieked in faux pain. “you mustn’t be so crass my lady.” she said, trying to conceal her own laughter.

“you are a nasty little spinster, ophelia!” you yelled while trying to pinch her back. she swiftly swatted your hand away and grabbed onto your shoulders to still your movements and continued to work on your hair. “you’re one to talk my lady, are you not almost a spinster yourself?”

you gasped sarcastically, “how cruel of you ophelia! how could i be blamed for the lack of options offered to me? it is not my fault that no one in this village is worth a damn. besides, they’re all just interested in the fortune mother and father left to me in the will; i’d rather be a wise old spinster than a young wedded idiot.”

“you have such a way with words.” ophelia jutted, while putting the finishing touches on your hair.

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it was considered most improper for a lady of your stature to be out running errands with your ladies maid but the judgemental stares from the town’s folk stopped weighing on you not long after your mother and father’s passing. ophelia and yourself strolled comfortably through the cobblestone streets after spending a good portion of the day collecting various meats and breads from street vendors. the two of you needed to stock up on as much as possible to prepare for the cold weather that was surely on its way to styria.

styria experienced year-round melancholy weather, though you wouldn’t describe it as such. the grey sky’s and chilly winds were all you knew. you hadn’t experienced many sunny days, so the lack thereof did not take a toll on your emotional state. the same could not be said for the rare tourists that came to town, they would often experience large bouts of depressive episodes before finally deciding to leave and never come back.

you wondered how the new priest would take to the dismal climate. maybe he would be like the rare tourists and run away as fast as he could to get away from this sad little town. you shrugged the thought off, figuring that it didn’t matter much. you weren’t much on religion anyways, you only attended sunday service to keep a somewhat decent reputation.

“make haste!” ophelia yelled as she picked up her pace on the cobblestone street. your maid pointed to the dark clouds forming above the roofs, “a storm’s rolling in! we need to make it back before all this gets ruined!” she lifted the bags full of food in an upwards motion and began to run as the rain started to come down. you did your best to pull up your skirts to keep from ruining your hem, while also keeping the bags gripped tightly between your palms.

the two of you screamed when the rain began to pour, by the time you arrived back to the estate the two of you were sure to be a pitiful sight. ophelia helped you out of your wet shoes in the foyer, before removing her own and moved to the sitting room to start a fire. you let out a sigh when you saw the weather growing much more volatile outside the window.

the branches on all the trees lurched back and forth angerly in the wind, while lightning and thunder boomed across the sky. you felt wholly grateful to have made it safely indoors when you did. you moved into the sitting room when ophelia had successfully created a large crackling fire inside the hearth.

the two of you sat in silence, letting the warmth of the fire dry your damp clothes. it was important to dry yourselves in the sitting room, to not drag mud and water throughout the whole house.

you perched yourself on a chaise lounge near one of the large windows and removed your shoes. ophelia did the same, except she sat much closer to the fire, you gathered that she was on the verge of catching a chill which would explain her close proximity to the fire but you didn’t want to break the peaceful silence to ask her why she felt the need to practically dip her toes into the red hot flames. instead you turned your head back to the window to watch the erratic weather.

the calming warmth from the hearth, and the sound of rain hitting the window quickly lulled you to sleep. you weren’t sure how long you were out when you were awoken by an unpleasant noise out beyond your window. you heard what sounded like one hundred horses galloping on the road leading into town just past the trees lining your estate.

you would have thought the sound to be thunder, if the rain had not already ceased. your brows furrowed as you leaned closer to the window hoping to get a better look beyond the trees. the moon had risen during your slumber and you found it completely impossible to see beyond the greenery.

“who on earth would be traveling at this hour?” ophelia said from behind you. having not realized she was there, your shoulders jumped slightly in surprise at the sound of her voice. “and what is the hour?” you grumbled rubbing your puffy eyes.

“a quarter past midnight my lady, we best be getting you into bed now. for a proper rest.”

you nodded your head, allowing your friend to guide you by candlelight back to your bedchamber. sleep was hard to come by that night; you weren’t sure if it was due to your late evening nap or if it was the fact that your mind was plagued with wandering thoughts as to who was charging into town at such a late hour.

images of the large black horses stomping angrily through the mud carrying a gothic carriage filled your mind. you weren’t sure why the sight filled you with such terror, but also curiosity. It had to be someone wealthy, a common person could not afford to travel in such style.

could it be the new priest? you wondered. you blinked up at the canopy above your bed, no. you shook away the thought. what messenger of God would travel with such a lack of humility?

you decided it must’ve been a passerby, traveling to the capital perhaps. with your thoughts finally settled, you allowed for your mind to rest.

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the stranger inside of the carriage found himself growing weary of the long ride. he sighed, pulling aside the velvet shades covering the window. his pupils dilated at the sight of the bright moon. it was full. many night creatures would be feeling the effects of the full moon. including himself.

he licked his lips, finally taking notice of just how insatiable his hunger truly was—-a hunger that even the finest of meals could not satisfy. the man idly rolled the black rosary through his fingers, remembering the role he would be playing in his new home. it would be much too suspicious if people began to drop dead the same night that the new practitioner of God arrives in town.

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the days passed quickly leading up to sunday. you found yourself sitting in front of your vanity as you usually did on sundays, once again allowing ophelia to work her magic on readying you for the day. it was no easy feat on her part, you were sure. she chose to dress you in a simple white dress, conservative enough to attend the service. it covered the important things, while hugging your curves in the right places.

ophelia was busying herself with fixing the lining of your dress when the horseman arrived with the carriage your family passed down to you in tow. the ride to the church was pleasant enough. you found yourself enjoying the silence between you and your maid, and nodding when she commented on how dreary the weather was.

when entering the church the two of you exchanged pleasantries and smiles at the other townsfolk while moving to take your seats. the two of you sat in the front row of the old gothic church and waited for the service to begin.

“i’ll bet you four shillings that this priest, is an old goose just like father issac.” ophelia quipped into your ear. before you could chuckle at her heinous comment, the congregation began to rise at the entrance of the new leader of the church.

the energy in the room grew heavy with each step he took. a sea of darkness followed his tall lean frame. the man rounded the podium and swiftly cracked open his bible, not once looking up to face the crowd. it was as if he couldn’t be bothered with gazing upon the boring faces of the congregation.

you couldn’t blame him much, if you had features such as his you’d probably be just as uninterested as he. his sharp eyes eventually rose from the religious text that he was reading allowed to scan the crowd. your spine straightened anticipating his gaze.

your heart screamed for him to look your way, as a thin stand of raven hair fell across his face. your chest deflated when his eyes moved back down to the text, while pushing the strand away from his eyes. you pressed your thighs together, and determined yourself to pay close attention to the program pamphlet resting in your lap. anything to take your mind off of the man at the altar.

getou could sense your frustration, and was internally amused at how you hadn’t changed a bit—no matter how many lifetimes had passed since the last time he laid eyes on you. you were no immortal being like him. he could not blame you for not remembering him, and the love the two of you shared—but it didn’t stop the knot that formed in his cold dead chest.

the man had spent centuries searching for you, in your past life you promised him that you would meet again. getou spent the first hundred years following your untimely death by burning down and sucking the blood out of a handful of kingdoms. the next few hundred years his anger became a dull blade prodding his chest, and it allowed him to exist in society in whatever way he could to bide his time.

many years had passed. empires rose and fell, all while getou seeked to avenge your death and hoped for your reincarnation. oceans of time had passed and finally, you were all his.

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i need to hold my sweet getou he did nothing wrong

he’s just a sweet innocent soul who occasionally murders ppl leave him alone!!!

abducted

chapter thirteen

a/n: hi i’m back from hiatus sorry for the wait <3 NOT PROOF READ SRRY

tags: straight up smut minimal plot

word count: 1.3k

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choso’s secret hideaway housed a most impressive sleep chamber for getou and yourself. considering that the whole concrete system of the underground base was cold and very wet in some parts. the room reserved for the two of you was significantly more cozy than the common area’s you passed through.

a large bed with small nightstands placed on either side sat in the middle of the room, with a fireplace forged into the dark walls just adjacent. you were sure that the space had to be the warmest in the complex. getou squatted near the fireplace. he was hunched over a small pile of fresh wood left in a small crate, seemingly very focused on starting a fire. you knew he was just occupying himself. he was angry, and you couldn’t blame him. you froze when he said that he loved you. you were confused enough as it was, your life had been turned completely upside down in such a short time, and you still didn’t completely agree with getou’s view of the world.

your words never came to you, even after the two of you entered your accommodation. you stared at his broad back while nervously chewing on the inside of your mouth. what could you say to fix this? getou has always held a special place in your heart, but you weren’t living in the past anymore and nothing could fix the pain you felt for so long after he left those years ago.

“i’m scared.” you blurted out. getou’s dark hair moved over his shoulder as he slowly turned to face you. he walked slowly towards you with intent and knelt between your feet. “say more.” he said, reaching up to grip your hands. tears pricked the corners of your eyes. he looked just like he did the day he left. his dark angular eyes never change. “i scared.” you began to sputter, “you can’t leave me again. i can’t go through that again. you don’t know what it felt like!”

getou didn’t hesitate. he gathered your weak body into his arms, and held you while you cried and shook. you sobbed into his shirt until it was drenched with the last of your tears, and eventually your eyes rose to meet his. he smiled slightly at the sight of your puffy face, and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “i swear to you i’ll never leave you again. my sweet sweet girl.”

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later in the night you woke to the sound of a crackling fire. you rose slowly from your place in the large bed, still feeling groggy from your break down earlier in the evening. getou carried you to bed afterwards and you quickly drifted off.

crying is really exhausting. you thought, while turning to look for getou next to you in bed only to find he wasn’t there. your brow furrowed, looking around the dark room still not finding the sorcerer. you followed a faint sound of water running to the on suite washroom, to finally find him in a steaming hot shower.

you quietly shrugged your clothes off, to sneak into the large shower. getou’s hands were placed firmly on the wall as water poured down his back from the faucet above. you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your breasts against his back. you felt his abdomen muscles stiffen for a moment and promptly relax once more, after feeling your familiar presence.

“your awake.” he said in a low gravely voice.

“i am.” you whispered, as he turned to face you.

he rested his hands softly on your hips before he spoke, “how are you?” he looked at you with the same concerned eyes as he did earlier in the evening. “i’m better now.” you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your wet bodies together.

getou dug his face in your neck, while his cock grew heavy pressing hard against your skin. “is it true?” you questioned softly in his ear. “is what true doll?”

“you said that you loved me earlier, is it true?”

he was quiet for a moment. your stomach grew tight waiting for his answer. “it’s true. i love you.” his hands slowly moved up from your hips and to your breasts. his thumbs grazed both of your nipples, causing you to jump from the sudden stimulation. “i always have.”

his response caused a small gasp to escape your mouth. your feelings for him had always seemed one sided ever since you met him. his fingers continued to tease your nipples as he continued, “and i’m sure i always will.”

at this, your body felt reinvigorated. this time it was you who initiated a passionate kiss. you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his. getou’s lips invited your tongue in, while you ground your hips against his hard cock.

the two of you moaned into each other's mouths when his fingers moved to circle your clit. in a faze you broke the kiss to work smooth up and down motions against his cock with your hand. “fuuckkk” he hissed. you circled your thumb against his sensitive tip, while still rolling your hips against his deft fingers.

a small growl broke from getou’s throat. he unceremoniously lifted you up into his arms and pressed your back hard against the tiled wall. the two of you were so hungry for each other, it seemed like you might burst if he didn’t fill you up fast enough. getou’s strong arms held you up as the two of you leaned in for another kiss, only for it to be broken by getou once more. “i have to feel you right now.” he breathed harshly. you simply nodded your head before his cock slid deep into your core. you moaned into his neck while holding on tight so he could pound deep into your cunt.

“fuck baby you feel so good!” getou moaned while his hips slammed into you. the feeling of his cock pounding against your g-spot caused you to clench around him. your body temperature grew hotter and hotter at the approach of your impending orgasm. “that’s it doll, want you to cum all over my cock.” you gripped his long hair at his words and grit your teeth at the feeling of your cunt growing tighter against his cock.

you screamed in the shower as your orgasm came rolling over you. your vagina pulsated feverishly over getou’s cock. he began to drive deeper into your overstimulated cunt. his hair fell in loose locks over his face while he moaned, “want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum doll? huh?” you wordlessly nodded your head as your second orgasm built up. getou gripped your ass tighter while sliding in and out of your swollen pussy.

“w-want you to cum with me okay?” he said looking deep into your eyes as he drove deep into you. you nodded again, unable to form a proper sentence. after a few more pumps you felt your walls growing tight once more. “that’s it doll, you're so close. you're doing so good for me.” the two of you moaned deeply as you simultaneously came at the same time.

getou continued to hold you in his arms, while the two of you came down. your fingers intertwined with his hair as you spoke, “i love you too suguru.”