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abducted
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getou x reader
slight gojo x reader
spoiler free but would probably be more understandable for manga readers
tags: canonverse // canon typical violence // somnophilia // masterbation
wordcount: 3.6k
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your eyes glazed over, thinking back on those hot summer days. life was so simple then. gojo, getou, and yourself were like the three musketeers, always at each other's side. the days were filled with sunshine and laughter, you could still remember the sight of getou and gojo roughhousing out in the shallow waves, and the smile it always brought to your face.
your eyes glazed over, thinking back on those hot summer days. life was so simple then. gojo, getou, and yourself were like the three musketeers, always at each other's side. the days were filled with sunshine and laughter, you could still remember the sight of getou and gojo roughhousing out in the shallow waves, and the smile it always brought to your face.
where did all the time go? you thought. it had been years since you last saw getou. years since your best friend broke your heart. you blamed yourself for a while, thinking that it was your fault for never noticing that something was wrong with him. you were his best friend, you should have been more observant of him, but how could you? he closed himself off from the world.
just before getou’s desertion, you and gojo began to push past the barriers of your friendship. you couldn’t help it, gojo was so charismatic and you grew tired of waiting for getou to make any kind of move. you knew that you loved getou very soon after meeting him, but you were always too fearful to admit your true feelings for him. you never wanted to lose his friendship, which would inevitably happen anyway.
you chuckled to yourself at the irony of it all. you never admitted your true feelings to the man you loved most, and he ended up turning into a mass non-sorcerer killer. you couldn’t grasp the fact that getou wasn’t on your side anymore for quite a long time, you always held getou in such high regard, you would never forget the day that gojo came home to break the news as to what getou had become. gojo looked down at you somberly, while you banged your fists on his chest screaming and questioning him about why he didn’t force getou to come home.
the gaping hole in your heart where your love for getou used to reside, began to heal slowly over time and gojo did help expedite that process somewhat, but you knew that you would probably never fully recover from the loss. you still frequented the beach that you now hated, the once joyous memories of this place now stored in the millions of grains of sand beneath your feet.
you sighed, deciding it was time to go. gojo was probably wondering where you were, you never told him of your recurring expeditions to this place. he wouldn’t understand your reasons for coming here. you figured it would be pointless to tell him, it would only cause your boyfriend to worry about you needlessly.
the sound of seagulls squawking and flapping their wings from above filled your ears, while an imposing figure strode towards you from behind. you turned to take your leave, immediately stopping in your tracks. the person who towered above you looked so familiar, yet so foreign. getou smiled down at you, you could see the glint of trickery in his eyes.
you took a sharp breath in, taking a step backwards to try to gain some distance from the man. your name slithered past his lips with ease, your ears twitched at the sound of his voice. the bass in his voice was the exact same as you had remembered it, and his demeanor was still as calm as ever.
getou’s smile settled into a subtitle grin, “you seem surprised.” your mind was having trouble processing the fact that getou was here, standing in front of you, “ it’s been years..” you trailed off.
the man hummed at your response, “so it has. you see, i'm here because i need your help.”
your brow furrowed, what could getou possibly need your help with? the two of you were on opposing sides when it came to the topic of sorcerers and non-sorcerers. you knew that his plan was to exterminate all non-sorcerer’s, and it was your sworn duty to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. you tried to think of a way to navigate this situation, you knew that you were not a match for getou when it came to using jujutsu, his cursed energy was much more powerful than your own.
“i don’t think there’s anything i can help you with.” you tried to side step the man in a feeble attempt to escape. getou’s hand shot out, gripping your forearm firmly. you tried to shake out of his grip with no luck, “let me go getou. i don’t want to fight you.”
a small chuckle escaped his lips once more, “if i came here in search of a fight you would’ve been dead already.” you stared into the man’s amber eyes, trying to figure out what his motive was, “gojo will be looking for me soon, i’m already late.” getou’s grip tightened on your arm, as the playful expression melted off of his face, “so the two of you really ended up together.” his gaze moved to the ground as if deep in thought. a beat passed. getou’s gaze finally return to yours, “that’s cute.” the sly grin returned to getou’s face as he lifted your chin with one finger. you attempted to pull free from his grip again, with no success.
“satoru can look for you all he wants, he won’t be finding us anytime soon.” your eyes went wide at getou’s words. a piece of his black hair slipped out of his top knot framing his face as he looked down on you with a smug expression. “what do you mean he won’t be finding us?” you questioned angrily.
“you’ll find out soon enough.” getou’s finger left your chin, lifting his palm face up to the sky allowing black a void of cursed energy to flow out of the skin.
“no!” you yelled into the vastness of the void as your consciousness left you.
you woke with a start, your chest heaved heavily as you took in your surroundings. sitting up in the large bed, you tried to calm yourself, breathing in the humid air. the sliding door next to the bed was wide open, giving you a view of the mossy ground that led into the forest. you had no clue how long you were out, but you gathered that either you were in a domain created by getou, or he brought you into a secret realm. you couldn’t tell which. the traditional style of the home almost fooled you into believing that you were somewhere deep in the countryside, but you could feel the cursed energy floating through the air, dancing across your skin.
once your initial panic subsided, you placed your feet on the cool wooden floor. the sensation of your feet touching solid ground helped you root yourself back into reality, you knew that if you were going to escape from this place you would need to get your mind right.
hope bloomed in your chest when your mind wandered to gojo, he would definitely know something was wrong by now, and you knew that your boyfriend would stop at nothing to find you. you clung to that seed of hope in an attempt to cultivate some bravery. you knew it was just a matter of time before getou appeared before you, and you still didn’t know what he wanted with you.
getou’s presence had always seemed to be all encompassing, but that fact seemed even more prevalent now. getou seemed to carry an aura of heavy black smoke with him now, the moment you locked eyes with him on the beach after all those years, you felt as if you were being pulled into a black hole even before you were sucked into the void of blackness that he created. the air about him was intoxicating. his potent energy was dark, yet so familiar.
you shook your head, clearing your thoughts as you stood. you took notice of your outfit change, you were wearing a simple robe that tied at the waist, and cut off at the knee. a chill ran up your spine, wondering if it was getou that got you out of your original clothes. no. you thought. no matter how evil getou was, you knew he would never violate you like that. or so you hoped.
you pressed a short breath out of your chest, readying yourself for what you might encounter as you took a step forward through the sliding door and out into the open air of the forest. you wiggled your toes in the damp moss, taking comfort in its plush feeling. you trekked forward through the wooded area, figuring you might as well explore the world that you were currently imprisoned in.
you didn’t know what had come over you but you became obsessed with exploring the forest, you had never been in such a magical place. the smell of oak and bamboo filled the air as you entered a clearing in the trees where an abundance of lavender plants grew. your eyes doubled in size at the beautiful sight. the intoxicating fragrance of the plants pulled you forward into the middle of the clearing, as the sun wrapped your body in a warm embrace. you closed your eyes letting yourself take in the sun's rays. the wind blew through your hair causing the tall plants to sway across your knees.
your moment of peace was cut short, your eyes shot open at the erie screeching sound behind you. you quickly turned on your heels, coming face to face with a large cursed spirit hovering about 5 yards away from you. you had no time to question how a cursed spirit even wandered into this realm, as the blob shaped spirit bared its teeth at you as it flew in your direction. you felt your own cursed energy begin to rise beneath your skin. you directed all of the warm energy to your palms, throwing blasts of cursed energy at the moving figure.
the creature was not phased when your blasts connected to its skin, still barrelling towards you. every blast you sent in its direction seemed to ricochet straight off of the skin. you planted your feet readying yourself for hand to hand combat, swinging at the spirit with all your might. the creature's skin was like jello, it pulled your fist deep into its gooey body, trapping your arm in place. you let out a guttural scream when the spirit’s mouth latched onto your neck, digging it’s teeth deep into the flesh. your vision went blotchy as you tried your hardest to free yourself, with no success. panic began to set in, you knew you were close to losing consciousness.
getou had just returned to what he called his vacation realm when he realized you weren’t in the bed where he left you. after getting his pet spirit’s to redress you and place you in the bed to sleep, he returned to the real world to conduct an important meeting with like-minded sorcerers. the man felt his irritation grow staring at the empty bed, he decided to head out into the forest in search of you.
in getou’s opinion no one knew you better than him, and if he had to guess, you would probably be in the lavender field that was in walking distance of the house. after all, he made that addition to this world just for you. it may have been years since he last saw you, but he didn’t forget what your favorite fragrance was. back in your younger years you would place lavender essential oil on your pulse points every morning, never knowing how the scent wafting off your skin always drove getou crazy.
getou stopped in his tracks at the clearing in the forest, seeing how your body went limp in the restraints of a cursed spirit. the man shook himself out of his daze, quickly sprinting forward through the field of lavender. getou quickly called forth his cursed spirit manipulation technique, black energy shot out of his hand quickly capturing the spirit before it even knew what hit it. the black energy soaked up the spirit causing it to vanish instantly.
you were caught off balance when the creature disappeared, finally being freed from its hold. you were barely aware of what was going on, it all happened so quick. your mind was a blur when getou made it to you just before your body hit the ground. the man’s large arms wrapped around your body as he fell beneath you, breaking your fall. blood spilled from the gash in your neck, covering getou’s hands.
getou had never felt fear like this before, he may have abducted you, but he never intended for any real harm to come to you. getou’s hair came loose from his top knot, getting in the way of his vision. the man pushed his hair from his eyes, inadvertently spreading your blood across his face in the process. your body went completely limp in getou’s arms as you lost consciousness from the loss of blood. getou shifted your body in his arms as he tried to call forth his reverse curse technique in an attempt to heal the massive wound, “no! no! stay with me!” he demanded as he pumped his energy into your skin, praying you weren’t too far gone for it to work.
getou stared at your face as he cradled your body in his arms, the wound had healed but you still hadn’t stirred. the man anxiously called your name, hoping for any kind of response. he couldn’t figure out why he cared so much as to whether you lived or died, getou never held much regard for anyone's life in general. he just knew that he desperately needed you to wake up.
a cough broke from your throat before your eyes fluttered open. your brain felt like it was tied in a knot as you stared up at the beautiful man above you. for a moment you forgot all that had happened between the two of you. maybe it was because of all the blood you lost, but you seemed to have forgotten that you and getou were on opposing sides of war, and you were just looking up at the man you were once in love with.
“getou?” you said as your eyes focused on him. the man grinned slightly, “yes, it’s me.” even in your deranged state you took notice of the blood splattered across his face. you reached up to cup his face, “are you okay? what happened to you?”
getou realized that his reverse curse technique seemed to have side effects, the main one being delusion. he leaned into your touch, almost wishing that you would stay in a state of delusion forever, he missed seeing you look at him this way. getou chuckled at your words, “nothing happened to me, it’s what happened to you that got me looking this way. it seems you were attacked by a cursed spirit while i was away.”
you blinked, a cumulation of all of the recent events formed in your mind. you were attacked by a cursed spirit. because you were abducted by getou. and now you were a prisoner in an unknown realm. you quickly snatched your hand away from his face as your memory returned. getou watched as your demeanor changed, “ah there she is.” he said in an amused tone.
you attempted to push the man away, only to realize how weak your fight with the spirit left you. getou didn’t budge, you let out a sigh of exhaustion, “why am i here getou?” “you’ll find out soon enough.” he said, as he gathered your body into his arms, bridal carrying you through the field of lavender back to the house.
if you didn’t hate getou so much, you would have found this moment to be almost intimate. his arm wrapped around your back, allowing his large hand to cup the backside of your rib cage. his fingers were so long, almost reaching the sides of your breasts. you tried to ignore the heat that emitted off of getou’s skin that penetrated your robe, warming your body to the core.
you arched your neck to get a good look at getou’s face as he pushed through the greenery of the forest, “you can put me down, i’m sure i can make it from here.” getou’s amber eyes finally met yours, “doubt that.” you rolled your eyes, “i know i’m heavy, really. you don’t need to keep carrying me.” getou lifted your body upwards, adjusting your form so he could hold onto you tighter, “nope. light as a feather.”
you tried to withhold a smile, maybe the old getou is still in there somewhere. you thought. you quickly dismissed the thought, as you reverted your gaze back to the passing trees.
the man carried you every step of the way, all the way into the bathroom. getou sat you down on the edge of the claw foot tub situated in the middle of the room, “can you bathe yourself or do you require assistance from the house spirits?” your brows furrowed at the question, “house spirits?” getou looked at you like this is something you should be familiar with, “yes, house spirits. they are low grade spirits that i have collected over the years, they maintain this realm while i’m away. they are the ones who changed your clothes when i arrived with you the first time.”
you looked up at the man still confused, “so it wasn’t you who changed my clothes?” getou laughed softly as he leaned down to speak directly in your ear, “if i’m going to see you nude, i would rather you be awake for it.” you took in a sharp breath as heat rose to your cheeks, “get out. i can bathe myself.” at your word, getou spun on his heels heading out of the room. the man stopped short just before closing the door, “i’ll have the house spirits lay some clothes out for you, i’m going out.”
your voice was laced with anger, “out?” getou turned his head slightly, “yes, be sure to make yourself at home. you’ll be here for a while.” if looks could kill getou would certainly be dead,”i hope you know, it won’t take gojo long to find this place.” a devilish grin broke across getou’s face, “oh, i’m counting on it.”
his words took you by surprise, you had no time to respond before he closed the door on his way out. ‘oh, i’m counting on it?’ what did he mean by that? his words plagued you, you spent your time in the bath trying to decode his meaning. he wanted gojo to find this place? why? you couldn’t figure out what getou might be playing at even after drying off.
getou was gone most of the night, he left the vacation realm to discuss his plans with his associates. he told them that his reason for abducting you was perfectly justified, and they all believed him when he said that he needed you to draw satoru gojo out. although this was partially true, his reasons for abducting you were mostly to fulfill a selfish desire that has been rooted deep in his soul for years. getou pondered over his selfish desire as he stood over your sleeping body, he did his best to sneak in quietly, careful not to wake you. you looked so peaceful while you slept, so innocent.
once his best friend, now his enemy. getou wanted nothing more than to corrupt you, mind, body and soul. getou tried to dismiss his perverse thoughts, but all of his efforts were in vain. blood pumped to his cock continuously, the man wished more than anything that he could stuff your pretty pussy with it. you were completely clueless of getou’s large form looming over you from the end of the bed, completely clueless of the fact that getou couldn’t help but free his aching cock from the confines of his clothing, stroking himself to the sight of your sleeping body.
getou knew you’d probably try to kill him if you somehow woke up, he almost wished you would wake up and catch him in the act, he wanted you to know how crazy you made him but he knew that was no way to win you over, for his plan to work he needed you to join him. plans of the future and the greater good quickly dissipated from his mind when you shifted in your sleep. the blanket that was already barely covering your ass, slid upwards as you readjusted. getou prayed that you would shift again, if the covers slid up just one more inch he would be able to see that pretty cunt that he has been dreaming about for years. he stroked his cock at a quicker pace, getou felt a knot begin to form in the bottom of his stomach as he imagined doing absolutely repulsive things to your body.
getou threw his head back as he came, a small sliver of hair fell over his face while he silently chanted your name to himself over and over like his own personal mantra. getou cleaned himself off in the attached restroom, returning to your bedside. a grin formed on getou’s face as he adjusted your blanket to cover your body fully, “everything’s all going according to plan.” he said in a whisper.
chapter two
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currently writing chapter 2 of ‘abducted’ eek!! i’m so excited over this story
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.
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 //
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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 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.
Word count: 2.7k
Category: Angst, Smut
Warnings: smut, a bit of rough sex ig, reader is sad tm, cult leader geto, an awful lot of dog metaphors, veeeery slight masochism but not really explicit. Takes place eight years after Geto left but reader's age is not stated.
Summary: When Suguru left, a part of you went with. It's not a surprise, that eight years after, you still come crawling back to him.
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When Suguru left, a part of you went with. The school years spent together passed by in a flash and then he was gone without saying goodbye. No words, no letter, not even a short message to your phone. The wallpaper was still set to the picture of the two of you. He wasn’t smiling in that one. When was the last time he did? The more you study the phone screen, the more your hands tremble. His skin looks pale, the bags under his eyes holding all the colors of the night sky. How could you not notice? How could you possibly be that stupid? How were the signs so glaringly obvious yet slipped past your radar?
You were too happy, your brain suggested. Lost in the bliss, living in the soft summer days, only noticing that you had nothing warm to wear when winter came along suddenly. Shoko had told you not to blame yourself, yet you noticed that she had started smoking way more. You were often with her, when she allowed the nicotine to surround the air around you, letting the bright red cherry tip burn right to the filter. Those moments were quiet most of the time.
Satoru didn’t say anything to you, during that time. You often wondered if he was hurting more than you. If the guilt ate him completely instead of chipping away as it had on you. You wondered if he had any tears left to shed. Yours seemed never-ending.
You also wondered what your friends (if you could still call them that, after so many years of no contact) would think of you if they saw you like this. Hair matted with sweat and sticking to your forehead, skin clammy and flushed, eyes rolled to the back of your head and countless loads of cum decorating your pliant body.
Right now, Suguru had you on all fours, back arched harshly, his large, unforgiving hand aiding the pose with a tight hold on your hair, the other resting on your hip with a bruising grip. His hips were unrelenting in their pursuit of his pleasure, almost punishing with how harsh they were. Your body bounced back and forth with each mean thrust, your hands fisting the silk sheets until the knuckles turned white.
You squirm forward a little and his strong body chases right after. His lean, toned body leans on yours, more weight landing on you, his soft hair forming a dark halo around you.
“Not trying to run from me, are you, darling?” His voice is dark and a little breathy.
A soft grunt slips past his glossy lips and you still, taking and taking and taking until there’s nothing but him. His clean, woody scent surrounding you, his silky hair tickling at the sensitive skin of your neck and his huge cock tearing away at your insides.
“N-no. Sorry.”
You’re surprised by the breathlessness of your own voice, sounding so far away. Geto rewards you with a content hum as he kisses the shell of your ear with befitting gentleness. The only sound besides your own deep breaths is the loud squelching of your awfully wet cunt.
It’s not like he hasn’t prepared you. He spent what seemed like hours between your legs, dark hair pulled into a bun because he didn’t like distractions while doing the thing he enjoyed most. He dangled your pleasure just in front of you, only allowing you to cum when you begged real pretty and tear tracks embedded themselves into the soft skin of your cheeks. After that, he had stretched you out with his fingers, cooing at you almost mockingly when three seemed to be too much. And they were, they really were with how long, thick and calloused they were and yet-
Nothing ever prepared you to take his cock, not even when you were dripping, messing up his expensive sheets. He was massive — long, and thick and slightly curved to the side, hitting all the right spots instantly yet never fully fitting inside.
“No? Seemed that way, doll.”
Another kiss, this time to your exposed neck, before his thrusts pick up speed. It’s nasty and loud, yet missing the usual sound of hips connecting that most often came along with sex. Those two last inches never did fit, much to his displeasure.
Suguru angles his hips in a way that hits that spot deep inside, the one that despite countless times of trying, no else was able to hit in the way he was. You keen loudly, burying your head into the bedsheets and sniffling loudly, hands clawing around in search of reprieve.
Suguru grants you that one relief, the hand that was knit tightly into your hair finally leaving and intertwining with yours, fingers squeezing tightly, as if he was the one afraid to let go. His thrusts are still mean. Now, that he had finally granted you the pleasure of feeling his cock against that one sensitive spot, he abused the newfound power over and over and over again.
“You close, love? Tell me how it feels.”
His voice is sweet and as smooth as honey. The word “love” feels like venom dripping from his perfect lips. Another mean thrust and you’re keening, thoughts jumbled in your head, saliva dripping down your chin as if it’s your brain leaking out.
“Feels, ngh- Feels soo- Suguru!”
He actually laughs, sound melodic and heavenly. He’s a god above you, a vision of utter perfection, and you’re a mortal, on your knees in his temple, begging for reprieve, for pleasure, for him.
“Use your words, dear. Can you do that for me?”
It’s completely condescending. The only thing that’s betraying how tight you’re squeezing him is the slight grunts he allows to slip past. He had nothing to hide from you, anyway. Who would you tell, when you were so afraid of admitting that you shared your bed with him?
“M-mhm, wanna be good. Feels, ah, feels good-“
His thrusts slow and you can’t find it in yourself to feel bad for actually whining at the loss of friction. He’s a henchman and you’re the victim, willingly walking to him and laying yourself under the shining silver of the axe. Nothing seems to matter anymore, save for your pleasure.
Your hips buck back, trying to get him to speed his thrusts back again, but Suguru is not the one to give in that easy. His hand still on your hip tightens, fingers curling in a way that’s sure to leave bruises, that’s sure to leave his mark.
“You can do better. You want to come, don’t you, darling? Yeah, you do… So do better for me. Talk all pretty, okay?”
And how can you refuse Suguru, when he asks like that?
“You’re s-so big and n-no one else can fuck me like tha-that. I love your cock, love to fe-feel it in me, love the way i-it hu-hurts and lo-love you, ah-!” words tumble past your lips as fast as running water, afraid to disappoint him, afraid for him to leave.
Finally, finally his hips pick up their speed, the hand that was just squeezing your hip now slithering under your body and finding that little bundle of nerves in an instant. He seems to have no trouble playing you like an instrument, his practiced fingers drawing tight, fast circles on your clit. You just do your duty, keeping your back arched, your hips thrusting back to meet his movements.
It doesn’t take long for your vision to completely black out, screams and moans and little ramblings leaving your spit-soaked lips. Suguru aids you through your orgasm, never ceasing his movements against your clit. He gifts you with a couple more shallow thrusts before he’s pulling out with a soft grunt. In a moment, you feel the warmth of his cum hitting your back and your knees finally give out, body splayed out on the bed.
Suguru rolls over in order not to crush you, his own breaths labored and loud. You spend a long moment just catching your breath, head turning to the side and drinking in his painfully pretty features. The arch of his jaw, the gentle slope of his nose, his tired, dark eyes and his mused hair.
“You confessing your love for me was not something I had expected tonight.” He answers with a chuckle, your name slipping past his lips unprompted. No matter how soft it is, it still sounds foreign.
“It was just a slip of a tongue.” You reply, still studying each movement of his body. He was still so coordinated and delicate in his maneuvers, as if the intense session before didn’t tire him out at all.
“Some phrase about a cat and it being out of the bag seems to come to my mind.” Suguru chuckled, before standing up and disappearing for a moment.
He comes back with a wet towel, wiping away at the mess between your legs and then carefully caressing your back, removing all evidence of what has happened before. He puts it away immediately, always the one to stick to neatness and tidiness.
“Why didn’t you just finish inside? It’s less messy and I’m on birth control.” You find yourself mumbling the words. Perhaps you just missed his warmth, craving it to be so deep inside you that even after you left, some part of him still lingered.
Suguru hums softly, pulling you into his strong arms. His skin is warm against yours. He’s still naked, his chest pressed up against your back. It feels right. Like that’s the way it should have always been.
“Admittedly, I am not that possessive, darling. You can fuck whoever you like, someone who fits your moral compass and all that. I don’t need to cum inside to prove that you’re mine.”
He’s always so nonchalant about this. Like he’s absolutely sure that you would always come crawling back, even if it resulted in bruised knees and absolute banishment of your dignity. It hurt that it wasn’t exactly wrong.
“It seems that no one fits my moral compass nowadays. Perhaps I am getting too picky.” You answered quietly, softly. The smell of sex was still heavy in the air.
Suguru brushes figures into the skin of your arms, making your body instantly relax in his strong arms. It shouldn’t feel so safe. Not when the blood of so many people stain every inch of his skin. You can’t find it in yourself to mind. He had never hurt you, at least, not physically. The emotional damage was something you preferred to think about over a nice bottle of wine, alone.
“Perhaps you are. Or maybe we are just two sides of the same coin. I cannot seem to find someone who’s presence satisfies me as much as yours, either.
His words never fail to make you blush. You’re not a school girl anymore, it shouldn’t affect you at all, let alone this much and yet, when it’s Suguru, nothing is off the table.
“We are not the same and never will be.” You find the strength within yourself to answer. The words are weak and uncertain.
“Oh, are we not?” He answers immediately, the movements of his nimble fingers ceasing for a moment before continuing their path down your arms. He’s soothing you, you realize. How stupid. As if you ever needed that. As if he actually know how much you did.
“What are you implying, Suguru?” You ask, and your head finds it’s way to rest on his chest. Suguru finally relaxes, as if it was him who craved it instead of you.
“I will never change my ideals and yet you still crawl back to me like an obedient little dog.” He lets the words linger in the silence of his bedroom for a moment, “You will never change yours and yet I welcome you back into my arms each time.”
“Comparing me to a dog now?” Is all you manage for an answer.
The words have no real bite behind them. A metaphor of a dog with no teeth comes to your mind briefly. You are a scared animal, cornered in somewhere, just waiting for a hand that will feed instead of hitting. Suguru embodies both.
“That’s not what you should be focusing on. And that wasn’t even my point.” He waves you off with a gentle flick of his wrist.
“Spit it out.”
“We were doomed from the day we first met. It was meant to be happen this way.” He begins, and you can’t begin to understand what he’s getting at. Suguru often got philosophical after sex, “I believe it was Emil M. Cioran, who said “If you are doomed to devour yourself, nothing can keep you from it: a trifle will impel you as much as a tragedy. Resign yourself to erosion at all times: your fate wills it so.”
“Are you saying that there was nothing that I could have done to prevent you from leaving? That you are devouring yourself?” the words taste bitter on your tongue.
“I’m saying exactly that. The guilt is written all across your features each time I see you. Not only because you feel bad about us sleeping together. You can’t let go of it even eight years after, you carry it with you like a deadly weight. It’s going to drag you down one day, don’t you know?” He asks so nonchalantly, like he’s not expecting an answer. You offer him one anyway.
“And the part about devouring yourself?”
“Exorcise. Consume. Repeat it until everything inside you aches. My fate was written down on the day my cursed technique developed.” He’s quiet as he tells you this. Honest, for the first time in a while.
“And for you, that is synonymous to devouring yourself? Your technique?”
“More or less so. The rest of devouring is me reaching for a goal that is impossible to reach. Icarus flying too close to the sun, Laika trying to reach the stars.” He’s silent for a long moment after that.
You don’t really know what to say, either. The need to ask about why he was still doing this if he knew what the outcome was, dies down on your tongue. Instead, you hold onto his hand still tracing shapes on your arm. He gives your fingers a squeeze. The atmosphere of his bedroom is heavy and dark, melancholy weighing down heavy on your bones.
“You’re bad at pillow talk, Suguru.”
He offers you a small laugh, sound melodic and airy.
“And you’re trying to evade the topic. There was nothing you could’ve done, okay? And I don’t have plans for returning.” Your throat burns. The harsh reality that you have been trying so hard to avoid comes crashing down around you, “It’s not that you’re not good enough for me to turn my back on all of this. The thing is, you’re pretty, and caring, and your laugh, and your touch are the only things that can soothe my tired body.”
“You’re pouring salt into the wound.” You answer, and your voice is hallowed. He either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore it. Deep down, you know that it’s the latter.
“My goals just always come first.” He adds, as if that wasn’t obvious, as if it hasn’t been the thing that’s haunted you for years, borrowing it so deep inside your body, soul and heart that it’s become familiar.
“Your goals always come first.” You echo, “You’ll die a selfish man, Suguru.”
He rearranges you into a more comfortable position, laying you down onto his chest and enveloping you both in a soft, warm blanket. His breathing matches yours and you feel yourself teetering along the edge of unconsciousness.
Suguru presses a kiss to your hairline, chuckling softly, before closing his own dark eyes. Can you even hear him anymore? Ah, no matter. He can always tell you the next time you come back to him.
“Don’t I know it, dear. Don’t I know it.”
@GETOSURGURU
CONSEQUENCES
CHAPTER 3
where are you. Your phone vibrates again. You rest your elbow on the bar, clicking on it, knowing you'll be ignoring it. You glance at the time; nearly four in the morning.
why did you leave ?
You let out a sigh of exasperation, quickly typing back a response to him.
Only two hours ago, you found out geto had been sharing the details of your sex life with his friends; who were also your friends.
it wouldn't have been so bad if you had a normal sex life; one where you didn't call him daddy/master, and he didn't call you princess or doll. If you didn't have a DD/lg relationship kind of as of right now, one that was technically soft-core bondage, you might not care as much. But you talked to these people on a daily basis and them knowing that your ass was bruised from the night before wasn't exactly preferable. so of course it made you some what mad after learning this information from gojo, and practically ran to the bar down the street with gojo since he offered to pay for the drinks.
I've been looking for you for over an hour.
oh .
You can tell geto is beyond mad now. get home now or I'm showing them the video.
you've already told them everything. It can't be worse for them to just see it.
You gulp down your fourth drink, the liquor burning your throat. geto tries to call you again, and you immediately ignore it, turning off your phone and putting it in your purse. "you good ?" gojo asks you, sliding into the stool on your right.
"geto," you let out a heavy sigh, holding your empty drink.
"yknow, you could just come over to my-" he teases, raising his hand up to hold his chin.
"no thank you" you said with the perfect fake smile on your face.
"I'm not in need of living going to your house nor having sex with you"
"I wasn't even talking about sex" gojo tried to retort but [ y/n ] easily saw through the lies.
"mhm" you said waving your hand brushing him off.
You down half of the drink after it's set in front of you. geto chats with you until you've finished your drink. "I should get going," you say, digging out your wallet and pulling out ten dollars. "Thanks for the drink." You set the bill on the counter and the bartender collects it, wishing you a good night.
"It's been nice talking to you catching up with you..you sure you don't want to go back to my house ?" he offers, leaning on the bar and winking at you as you stand up.
"Over my dead body," a familiar voice says clearly from the doorway. Before you can move, geto is storming towards you two, stopping in front of gojo. "who said you had a day off ?."
"huh?" gojo asks genuinely confused. geto sighs, turning to you
"It's not your fault. It's this little whore's," he says through clenched teeth, taking a small step closer to you as he says 'little whore's.'
"I'm sorry," you whisper in a small voice.
"You're going to be," he promises. "Come on; we're going home."
He grabs your wrist and drags you to the door, into the cool night air.
"y'all motherfuckers kinky-kinky" gojo said slightly shocked
He opens the passenger side of the car, nearly pushing you inside and grabbing the buckle. geto reaches across your body, putting the buckle in the lock and slamming the door.
After he climbs in on his own side, starting the car and buckling his own seat-belt, he doesn't look at you. The radio blares on the short drive home. You reach for the knob to turn it down, and you can feel geto's glare burning into the side of your head. Your hand drops back down to your lap.
Even though geto is basically speeding, the minute drive seems to last longer. He reaches over again, unbuckling your seat-belt first, then his own. You wait for him to open your door, grabbing your hand and leading you inside.
"Why the hell did you leave?" geto demands to know.
You try to gain your confidence back. "I'm the one who should be mad here," you remind him.
"And why is that? Are you mad because you got drunk with that guy? Or are you mad because you wasted all your money on some shitty alcohol?" he mocks.
"I'm fucking mad because you can't keep a secret" you push at his chest.
"Because it's the end of the fucking world, isn't it? Your friends know you're a slut now."
"I'm a slut but you're practically praised for this! I'm sick of these double-fucking-standards in our own home!" You scream, fighting the urge to hit him.
"I thought you liked being a slut," geto says in a calm voice. "I thought you liked being Daddy's slut..." He runs his fingers across your jaw as he softly talks.
"You didn't have to tell them," you bite your lip.
"You're so amazing; I just had to tell someone. I'm sorry."
When he leans in to kiss you, you don't push him away. Your lips meet his eagerly, knowing what was coming immediately after he referred to himself as 'daddy'.
"Go upstairs and wait for me, baby girl," he purrs.
"Am I getting punished?" you ask nervously.
"You'll see."
He walks away before you can pry more, so you head up the stairs and into the bedroom you share, sitting on the edge of the bed. Soon after, geto follows, his hand behind his back to keep you from seeing something. "Take off your shirt and skirt for me," he tells you, closing the door behind him.
You stand, sliding off your tight fitted skirt, followed by you tugging off your thin dress shirt. You push them aside, in a pile by the wall. "Lean back and close your eyes."
You move so your back is propped up with all the pillows, staring at him before he urges you to continue. Your eyes flutter closed, and seconds later, you feel cool fabric being tied over your eyes; no doubt one of his bandannas. "Can you see, baby girl?" he asks. You shake your head left to right. "Good. Let's have some fun."
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't talk," he reminds you, his hand running up and down your bare thigh. "If you can go five minutes without moaning, or begging, I'll let you choose what hole I fuck first," he promises. "Okay?"
You nod again, this time up and down, spreading your legs. Something clicks, followed by a low humming noise, and you realize geto has a vibrator as he presses it against your cloth-covered clit. You bite your lip to keep from moaning immediately, arching your back at the feeling.
He can see you about to make a noise. "Princess," he nearly groans. "Be quiet." His arm tilts, angling the vibrator sideways on your clit, and you buck your hips against it. You struggle to find him with your hands, so you grab onto the sheets with tight fists. Right before the five-minute mark, you can feel yourself letting go. As soon as geto moves your panties aside and directs the vibration on your bare clit, you bite your arm as you cum, trying not to make a noise. It doesn't work, and geto stops immediately, hearing the strangled moan over the vibrator's sound. "So close.... You only had five seconds left," geto teases, not-so-playfully.
"please don't, geto " you plead, referring to the punishment that was definitely coming. Five seconds was close enough.
"What did you just call me?" he asks, and you can almost hear his teeth clench.
"daddy," you instantly correct yourself. "daddy, please don't hurt me."
"You're just asking for it, aren't you, princess?" he laughs. You feel his weight coming closer, and he quietly whispers a random word in your ear; red. You realize that it's the safe word for tonight.
He slowly lifts the bandana off your face, wrapping it around his head, pushing his sleek black long hair off his forehead with it. geto shifts over to the middle of the bed, his legs sprawled out in front of him. "Come lay over daddy's lap, princess."
You crawl over, fixing yourself over his legs so that your ass is propped up by them, and bend your arms so that you can lay your head on them. Your knees are bent to the side of his thigh, and his hand rubs over your ass. "Count," he tells you, hitting your ass once. The slap echos through the room and you're pushed forward by the force, holding onto the blankets to shift yourself back in place.
"One," you say quietly.
"Louder," geto demands, with a second slap.
"Two," you speak up, biting your lip.
"Do you know why you're being punished, Princess?" he asks with another slap.
You shake your head. "Three."
"Use your words," he demands, spanking you harder.
"Four. No, daddy."
"Daddy knows he shouldn't have told his friends about how you please him, but he couldn't help it. You're just so beautiful and amazing." You look behind you in time to see geto bend down, placing a quick kiss on the small of your back before returning his hand to your bum.
"Five," you croak.
"But you shouldn't have left our house without telling Daddy where you were going. He was worried." Another rough slap.
"Six."
Once he reaches ten, he pulls you to his chest, cradling you in his arms. "You did so good with your punishment. Do you want Daddy to touch you?" You nod eagerly, cuddling into him. "Lay back," geto tells you. You slip out of his arms and prop yourself back against the pillows.
geto makes you wait, sitting with his knees bent, legs underneath him at the end of the bed, admiring your body as you stare at him expectantly. The small moans leaving his lips as he looks you up and down don't go unnoticed by you. Each noise sends a shock down to the pit of your stomach as you begin to squirm. His hand is over his crotch and he subconsciously palms himself.
"Please touch me," you whisper. He only moans, reaching into his slacks and stroking his cock, eyes closing in pleasure.
"Do you need Daddy to take care of you?" he purrs, snapping back into his dominant role.
"Yes, Daddy."
geto leans forward, his head resting on your lower stomach as he stares up at you. You can't see what he's doing with his hands since his head is in the way. geto long hair brushs on your inner thighs, making you squirm. Suddenly, his fingers brush against your clit, rubbing it as he leaves wet kisses on your torso. You buck your hips against his hand as he plays with your clit.
Instead of holding you down, his fingers follow your hips. You slide your back up the bed, and end up sitting against the pillows instead of laying down. geto only moves closer, one finger sliding inside your tight hole as his thumb moves to rub your clit.
"Your pussy is squeezing my finger, baby girl. Imagine how tight you'll be around my hard cock," he moans, teasing the skin over your stomach with his teeth and leaving dark purple bruises. His fingers leave your body at once, and his large hands wrap around your calves, at the crevice of your knees, pulling you to the end of the bed. Your legs hang over the edge, not completely touching the floor.
geto's hot breath fans over you, until he's kneeling on the floor between your thighs. You wait to feel his tongue over your mound, but his fingers only tease your hole, one pumping back inside. You arch your back off the bed as geto uses his other hand to tease your overly sensitive clit.
Soon enough, he's pumping three long fingers in and out of you at a quick pace. You lift your arm and lay it over your mouth, to muffle your loud moans, but geto won't have it. He stops in his tracks, glaring up at you. "I want to hear you beg, dear," he reminds you. You move your arm back to your side, clenching your fists and holding onto the blankets. geto smiles in approval now, and continues pumping into you. His fingers curl as you near release, hitting your g-spot right away.
"Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" you yell, expecting him to stop. But he doesn't; his fingers speed up, if anything, curling more violently with each pump, thumb speeding up against your clit, and you release all over his hand. Your face twists, biting your lip and tilting your head into the bed, spasming against his hand.
"Baby girl, you look so beautiful when I'm making you cum," he smirks up at you. You're still trying to catch your breath when his fingers slide easily out of you, his tongue licking up your slit to catch the juices from your orgasm. "And you taste so good," he adds, groaning.
"Daddy," you breathe.
"Yes, princess?" he asks, looking up at you curiously.
"can you please fuck me now?"
"Afraid not," he fake pouts. "You've been naughty and I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. Have you, baby girl?" he asks, stroking your thigh lightly.
"I have, daddy."
He shakes his head. "Not yet." He gets up from the edge of the bed, laying down next to you. His head isn't on the pillows, though. "Come here."
You sit up, kneeling by his side. "Put your knees on either side of my head," he instructs you. Immediately, you know what's going through his head and nervously settle your thighs by the sides of his head. geto's hands rest on your thighs, pulling your core down on his mouth. Your heart races and your mind spins as he sucks at your clit. Your hands grip the headboard tightly, rocking your hips on his face slowly. You'd only done this a few times, because it gave you more control than you were used to. You let his hands, which were resting on your bum, guide you back and forth on his mouth.
geto occasionally pulled back, giving you a chance to prepare, and also taking a deep breath for himself, before diving back in and licking your clit furiously, each time making you shake with pleasure. His tongue never went inside you, only around your hole as he teased you. Sticking to only your clit, your orgasm took a little longer to come, but it was even more intense. You pushed yourself away from his mouth, but his hands had a tight hold on your thighs and kept them there, your clit never leaving his mouth.
"Daddy!" you scream as you cum, one hand on the headboard, the other tangled in his hair. He rides out your orgasm, not stopping as you become highly sensitive to his touch. You writhe against his lips and tongue. geto wraps his arm around your waist, holding you down on him at an angle and using his free hand to tease your wet hole. His fingertip grazes over the area as his mouth continues working your clit.
"Daddyyy," you gasp as he slips the first half of his index finger inside you. He curls it a little, an odd but highly pleasurable feeling. He slowly slides the rest of it in, pumping in and out of you at a slow pace.
"Do you want more fingers, Princess?" geto asks you innocently.
"Yes, Daddy," you pant.
"Tell me how much you love being my little slut," he urges.
You moan as his middle finger joins the other, stretching your little pussy. "I love being your slut," you gasp again, grinding against his fingers and mouth. geto gradually adds another finger, pumping quickly into you and curling his fingers. He eventually hits your g-spot, making you scream out, gripping his messy curls and hoping you didn't fall forward and hit the wall.
"You like that?" he growls against your core.
"Yes," you moan pornographically. He curls his fingers rhythmically, thrusting violently into you as he coaxes you to cum. As you near orgasm, he stops, rubbing his fingertips directly on your g-spot. You groan as you cum on his face once again, back arched at a usually painful angle.
"Fuck, baby girl," he moans after you've recovered from your unusually long and intense orgasm. "You just squirted," geto giggles. You climb off of him, now hovering over his chest. You look at him, his chin practically dripping with your juices. You blush, closing your legs as much as possible with your knees still on either side of his shoulders. He licks his lips, wiping off his chin as he smirks at you. "Don't be embarrassed," geto says, tilting your chin down to look into his eyes. "it was hot," he insists. You nod a little.
"Daddy?" you ask quietly, climbing off of him and kneeling by his side.
"Yes, Princess?"
"Can... can I suck your cock?"
He fights a moan from your dirty words, nodding. "Get on your knees for Daddy." geto gets off the bed, standing near the end. You settle yourself on your knees in front of him, sitting on your heels. You stare up at him expectantly, waiting for him to give you the go-ahead. A small nod tells you to begin, and you pull his slacks and boxers down in one swift motion. He kicks them off, grabbing the back of his t-shirt and tugging it off.
You stick your tongue out, tracing a line from his base to tip, earning a small moan of your name. "Don't tease Daddy," he groans, biting his lip as he stares down at you. You give him a small smirk before taking his shaft in your hand, sucking his swollen, velvety head, never taking your eyes from his. The taste of his salty precum, leaking from the head of his cock, fills your mouth. He struggles to keep his eyes open as your mouth takes almost half of him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You push forward as much as possible, taking him as far down as you can. You gag, but he holds your head in place, pushing you down until your nose hits his stomach. He lets you go and you take a deep breath, licking your lips.
"You're so fucking good, baby girl," he pants, tangling his fingers in your hair once again as you go back down on his cock. Your cheeks hallow as you suck, swirling your tongue around the head. You begin bobbing your head on his cock at a slow pace. He stops you, pulling you back by your hair. "I need to fuck your mouth," he growls. You open wide, looking up at him through your eyelashes. geto groans, grabbing the shaft of his cock and positioning it at the tip of your tongue, just barely in your mouth. His precum oozes onto your tongue, and you quickly lick it off before he can pull away. He gives you a look before thrusting into your mouth. You close your lips around him as he pumps in and out, one hand gripping the back of my neck. You lean forward as he thrusts into your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat more often. You loosen your throat up as his thrusts become deeper and sloppier. Suddenly, he completely pulls out, head tilted back.
"I... I need to fuck you. I want to cum inside your pussy." You stand up, not opposing to his command. He throws you back onto the bed, roughly kissing his way up to your neck, then your lips, crushing his against yours as he spreads your legs apart with his knee. "You took your pill?" he whispers. You nod and bite your lip as he looks at you, and positions the head of his cock at your entrance.
As he pushes into you, he captures your lips once again, biting your lip instead of you biting your own lip. His hips move against yours, both of you moaning in unison. geto pulls nearly all the way out, then thrusts deep inside. His pace speeds up he gets closer and closer. Reaching down, he rubs your clit quickly. "m'close," geto growls in your ear. "Cum for me, please, baby," he begs, not wanting to cum before you.
You tilt your head back, your way of letting him know you're close, and he speeds up, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "Let go for me," he moans. The head of his cock hits your g-spot perfectly, which pushes you over the edge. You scream out his name, gripping his muscular biceps as he rides your orgasm out, finally reaching his own. You feel his hot seed fill you up, your back arching, chest pressing against his. He slows down, finally coming to a stop and settling on top of you. You both catch your breath, a thin layer of sweat coating you and him.
"I love you so much," he sighs, rolling off of you and propping himself up on his elbow. "You're so beautiful, especially when I'm making you cum." He kisses your nose sweetly, then pecks your lips.
"me too" you smile slightly, too tired yo move. geto looks down between your legs, where his seed is currently dripping out of.
"That's fucking hot," he grins, obviously proud of himself.
"I should clean up," you say.
"Wait! I can clean you up," he suggests.
"I have a feeling that it's not going to clean me." He just shrugs, settling between your legs once again.
"Six orgasms tonight; can you do that for me, baby girl?" he asks hopefully, looking up at you.
"I'll try," you whisper. You feel like your clit is permanently tingling right now, and he hasn't even started.
geto dips his tongue inside your hole, tasting his own cum mixed with yours, then drags it up to your sensitive bud. He swirls his tongue around it, then envelopes his lips around it and sucks, hallowing his cheeks.
"Look at me when I'm eating you out, Princess. It's rude not to," he teases, forcing you to open your eyes. Your fingers tangle in his hair once again as he begins to tongue-fuck you, going as deep as he can. The tip of his tongue briefly brushes against your g-spot, making you whimper and squirm against him. geto holds your hips in place, not letting you move. He finally looks up at you, making eye contact as your sixth orgasm hits you, intensifying it. You see the lust in his eyes, caused by your moans and pulls of his hair.
He licks at your pussy, not wasting any of your juices. "Always so sweet," he comments, pecking your hypersensitive clit once before coming back up, kissing your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue as he deepens the kiss.
"Its almost six in the morning," geto comments. "We should shower and get to bed." You agree quietly, tired as hell. He picks you up, carrying you into the bathroom bridal-style, whispering in your ear how much he loves you.
" you won’t leave again would you ? "
Geto, Gojo, and Choso with an s/o going out for a girls night with her friends but her dress is VERRRRY short. :))
A/N : STOP BECAUSE I WAS KICKING MY FEET AND TWIRLING MY HAIR THE ENTIRE TIME THAT I WAS WRITING THIS.
Includes - Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo
Warning(s) - suggestive content, foul language, Gojo is a WHORE (what else is new honestly)
! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !
“Fuck me!”
Suguru’s ears perk at the sound of your frustrated voice, head tilting curiously as he glances up from his phone. He stands from his position on the couch, slowly entering your shared bedroom and watching as you pull down the back of your dress.
Judging by your irritated tone and stiffened body language, it wasn’t the first or the second time that you had tugged your dress down.
“Everything okay in here baby?” Suguru inquires from the door, forcing his eyes to meet your own as opposed to wandering down. The last thing that he wanted was to be on the receiving end of your wrath — the last time that had happened, he had been placed on a week long sex ban.
To say he barely survived that would be the understatement of the century.
“Just this stupid dress,” you bite out angrily, slapping your hands against your thighs in defeat. You had accidentally ordered the dress a size too small, but it hadn’t looked that short when you laid it out over your bed.
But now that you were wearing it, it continued to ride up with every single one of your movements, nearly exposing your entire backside.
The fact that you hadn’t ripped the dress to shreds with your bare hands was a miracle in it of itself.
Suguru finally allows his eyes to rake up and down your figure, admiring the way that the dress hugs your curves while still remaining elegant. The straps are loose over your shoulders, intentionally of course and the dress’ corset only makes you look that much better.
But you don’t see it that way, instead, you see the dress as an inconvenience that is only making you more and more late for your girls’ night with Shoko and Utahime.
In the reflection of the mirror, you can see Suguru watching you hungrily, a look that goes directly to your core. You can feel your face warming underneath his gaze, and you know that silently, he’s trying to make you even more late than you already were.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you whine, turning to look at Suguru. He crosses his arms, still leaning against the doorframe and smirking at you. He doesn’t fail to notice the way your thighs rub against one another, no doubt trying to provide yourself with the tiniest bit of friction.
“Oh? And why’s that?” he teases you, raising an eyebrow. You fight back the urge to roll your eyes, knowing the action would only dig you into a deeper hole.
“You’re going to make me late,” you point out, turning back to the full-body mirror. You grab the bottoms of your dress again, tugging downward sharply and hoping that it would stay. But of course, the moment that you straighten your back, the dress rides up.
This time however, Suguru doesn’t bite his tongue.
“I’m not going to make you late, but that dress sure will,” Suguru steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. His arms wrap loosely around your waist, tugging your back against his chest whilst his chin hooks over your shoulder.
You let out a sigh, body relaxing against Suguru’s while one of his hands begins to slowly drift lower, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. “Suguru-“
“Hmm?” he hums, raising an eyebrow at you. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, biting back the desperate whimper that claws at the base of your throat. He smiles at the look on your face, keeping his fingers right against the inside of your thigh.
“I’m definitely going to be late now,” you sigh, leaning your head back so that it hits against Suguru’s shoulder. He grins in victory, then hooking his arms beneath you and swiftly lifting you from the ground.
“That you are,” he agrees, all the while you giggle at your boyfriend’s antics.
“Babe, Shoko texted you again. Do you want me to answer for you—?” Satoru cuts himself off as he enters your bedroom, standing slack-jawed in the doorframe as you continue to get ready, having not heard your boyfriend enter.
You smooth your hands over your dress, turning your body in a circle to admire yourself in your room’s full-body mirror. An approving smile curls the corner of your lips upward. You had put so much time and effort into your hair, makeup, and outfit — to have it pay off was one of the most rewarding feelings.
“Satoru? Everything okay?” you ask suddenly, having finally noticed your snowy-haired boyfriend standing in the doorframe of your bedroom. His jaw is still practically on the floor, arms hanging limply at his sides as he simply stares at you — it’s almost unsettling, really.
He swallows the lump in his throat, suddenly aware of how tight his pants feel. And as badly as he wants to pounce on you, he knew that you would protest under the reason that Shoko would have your head if you were late to another girl’s night.
“Yeah! Yeah, everything’s good,” he nods quickly, clearing his throat and doing his best to play off the way that he had been ogling at you.
Curiously, you raise an eyebrow at him, but you say nothing in response. You turn back to the mirror, lifting your hands to your hair and smoothing it out, making sure that no strand was out of place.
Satoru swallows again, glancing down at your phone in his hand before tossing it on the bed, then following it and laying on his stomach on the bed. Though laying on his stomach was uncomfortable, he wouldn’t dare admit that simply looking at you had gotten him hard.
“Are you sure that everything is okay Satoru?” you inquire from your place in the front of the mirror, not failing to notice how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you — not that that was an uncommon occurrence anyway.
Shaking his head and forcing his gaze up to meet your own, Satoru nods quickly — almost too quickly to even be considered human.
You hum, already feeling a smirk curl the corner of your lips upward as you turn to face him, being sure to sway your hips as you walk over to your bed.
You reach your hands down, cupping the sides of Satoru’s face and guiding his gaze to meet yours, an action that he follows without an ounce of hesitation.
“You really are a terrible liar,” you murmur, taking note of your boyfriend’s half-lidded eyes and the small purse of his lips. You lean down, slotting your lips against his own and smiling against him at the moan that he releases into your mouth.
He leans further into you, pushing himself up onto his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you against him.
You pull back from him to catch your breath, not failing to notice the small whine that your action pulls from the back of Satoru’s throat.
“I can’t be late again,” you point out, finding yourself smiling as Satoru’s lust-blown eyes flicker about your expression, deflating when he realizes that you’re being serious.
“Please? It won’t be that late,” Satoru whispers, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and placing sloppy kisses against the skin there. He smirks against you at the shiver that runs up your spine.
You sigh, disconnecting Satoru from your neck and placing your hands against his cheeks again. He tilts his head at you, feigning innocence as you playfully glare down your nose at him.
“Fine,” you relent, craning your neck and pressing your lips to Satoru, allowing him to tug you onto your bed.
You ended up being two hours late to girl’s night — much to the displeasure of Shoko.
“Choso, honey, could you come in here for a second?” you call sweetly from your bedroom, smoothing your hands over the front of your dress. You find yourself smiling at the sound of hurried footsteps growing louder, and in a matter of seconds, Choso is standing in the doorframe of your bedroom.
He pauses at the sight in front of him. You’re standing in front of the mirror propped up against one of the bedroom walls, hair done up with a face of makeup on. You’re wearing a dress that Choso hadn’t seen before; a skintight black dress that rides up just a touch too high for his liking — but he would never tell you not to wear it.
You turn to Choso, smiling and placing your hands on your hips — completely oblivious to the effect that you were currently having on him.
“What do you think?” you ask him, leaning your weight to the side. Your dress follows your movement, the right side riding up to expose the skin of your thigh. Choso’s eyes flicker to the newly exposed skin, but they just as quickly return to your eyes, not wanting you to think he was ogling you.
He swallows past the lump in his throat, while also doing his best to ignore the growing strain in his pants. He would just have to restrain himself, you had to leave in twenty minutes after all. The last thing that he wanted was to be the cause of your lateness — though he didn’t know how long he would be able to hold out once you were gone.
“You look gorgeous,” Choso responds quickly, realizing that he had accidentally found himself caught in his own thoughts. You smile at his praise, crossing the room and lifting your arms to wrap them over his neck, nails lightly tracing the nape of his neck.
He shivers against your fingers, biting back a moan that climbs up his throat. You smile mischievously, flashing him one of those looks — the one where he knows that you wouldn’t exactly mind being late for girl’s night.
Choso quickly leans down, roughly pressing his lips to yours as he tugs your chest flush against his own, hands gripping at your waist while your hands tangle in his hair, tugging lightly on the strands. You receive a cracked moan into your mouth following your action — one that has you smirking against Choso’s lips.
He steps towards your bed, lightly dragging you with him until the backs of your legs hit against the bed’s edge. Only then does he help you, hooking his hands underneath the plump of your ass and lifting you up, never once breaking the kiss.
You pull back to inhale greedily, biting your lips together as Choso’s hands wander over the fabric of your dress, fingertips just barely grazing your skin in a way that has you shivering.
“Mine,” he growls against you, bending his head down to press featherlight kisses against your neck, sucking at your pulse point and feeling himself smirk at your back arching in response. Your body pushes itself further into Choso’s arms — a feeling that he would never get used to but wholeheartedly appreciated.
He pulls his lips back from your neck — that earns him a disappointed moan. Choso’s eyes flicker to meet yours, pants straining at the half-lidded look that you give him, pupils lust-blown and chest rising and falling in panted breaths.
With you sitting on the bed and Choso standing in front of you, it grants him easy access to what he wants most. He leans forward to peck your lips again, once again feeling his pants strain at the way your mouth chases his when he pulls back from you.
He lowers himself to his knees in front of you, sending you one last glance before his fingers push up your dress. You let out a small sigh, glancing down at Choso.
At this point, you didn’t even mind the fact that you were forty-five minutes late.
do you do nsfw fics? if u do, can you do suguru x male reader where the reader is dom, plus aftercare stuff !! i haven't seen very many :((
Sypnosis - Read above request.
Warning(s) - foul language, straight smut, Geto being a whiny bitch (canon btw)
A/N - I've never written a male reader before so if I fucked anything up I beg you to please let me know.
! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !
“Too much — fuck!” Geto’s back arches, his chest rising and falling in heaving breaths. He had cum — what — three or four times? And yet you were relentless, bending to whisper into his ear to give you ‘just one more’. His whimpers were sweet, whiny little sounds that only made you rut harder into him.
His head falls back against the pillow, teary eyes flickering downwards to watch as your hand curls around his cock — which is already covered in a mixture of his cum and your own. You flick your thumb over his tip, collecting any of the leftovers and smearing it down his length, chuckling breathily as he cries out.
“C’mon baby,” you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, swallowing your own groans as you slow your movements, smirking at the whine that falls from Geto’s lips. For a moment, you admire the fucked out expression that your boyfriend wears; his eyes that are glossy with tears, his lips that are parted with little lines of drool dribbling down his chin, his rosy cheeks.
Geto whimpers, pressing his lips together in an attempt to conceal the sound. Your eyes narrow, and meanly, you thrust back into him without warning. He moans, legs wrapping around your waist and pulling you further into him, wanting to feel you deeper.
“I’m — fuck — cumming!” Geto groans, his back arching completely off of the bed as thin ropes of cum shoot from his tip, falling over his abdomen. He whines, leaning back into the sheets and twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm — the fifth of the night.
His chest rises and falls in heaving breaths, a whine falling from his lips as you gently pull out of him, rocking back on your heels and tilting your head to admire your work.
Geto’s hair is an absolute mess, long thickened strands messily strewn about — long gone was the bun that he had worn when he first got to your shared apartment. His arm lays over his eyes, lips still parted as he works to catch his breath. His neck is covered in hickeys and love bites, all courtesy of you. His hips are only slightly bruised — but he wouldn’t mind the ache come morning.
“You alright?” you ask him gently, smoothing your thumbs over his hips and gazing at him. He only whines in response. You smile again, lovingly squeezing his hips before making your way into the bathroom, taking one of the hand towels that you had left by the sink.
You turn on the faucet, running it beneath slightly warmed water before bending to the bathtub and beginning to fill it.
Once back in the bedroom, you run the towel over Geto’s body, being careful around his cock and abused hole. He jolts at the warmth, glancing at you — but quickly lays back down as he realizes that you’re only cleaning him up.
You chuck the towel into the nearby hamper, crawling to lay at Geto’s side while the bathtub is being filled. You open your arms to him, smiling sweetly as he nestles into them, his head easily tucking into the crook of your neck and his legs entangling with your own.
“Didn’t go too rough with you, did I?” you murmur into his hair, pressing featherlight kisses against his hairline. Geto hums against you, shaking his head and pressing himself further into you, his nose inhaling your scent as if trying to memorize it.
"Nah," he responds breathily, shimmying out of your hold just enough to gaze lovingly up at you. You smile, laying your palm against his cheek and wiping the stray tears that cling to his bottom lash line. HE nuzzles into your hand, running his thumb over the backs of your knuckles. "Felt good."
You chuckle at him, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. Your head turns, remembering that you had left the tub running. "Here, let's get you cleaned, yeah?"
Geto whines in disappointment, but allows you to help him into the bathroom, shoulder against your chest as he sinks down into the warm water, sighing in content. You climb in behind him, circling your arms around his waist and tugging his back against your chest, smiling to yourself as he snuggles into you.
Your fingers lightly intwine with his own, and you bring the back of his hand to your lips, pecking it gently. He smiles, tilting his head so that his smile is directed up at you.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Your smile widens as Geto chuckles, craning his neck to place a chaste kiss against your cheek. Your arms affectionately squeeze him, his body returning to its original position and snuggling against you.
"No. Was just thinkin', that's all," Geto shrugs his shoulders indifferently, grinning to himself as you place featherlight kisses against the back of his neck.
"I love you too y'know," you whisper against his skin. Geto smiles to himself, his hands squeezing the arms that are wrapped around his waist.
"I know."