I Should Be Curled Up In Getous Chest Rn

i should be curled up in getou’s chest rn

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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.

-

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.”

-

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.”

dropping chapter 7 tonight

WHEWWW it’s a long one so be ready

and i want to preface once more that this story carry’s some ~dark themes~ so pls be mindful of tags!!

xx

currently writing chapter 7 of abducted

IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS CHAPTERRRRR

i know chapter 6 was angsty but it will be paid off i promise

the sweetest most precious boy <3

the most perfect & precious boy that there ever was

writer or not, one thing about me is i’m always gonna have terrible grammar