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 getouâs desertion, you and gojo began to push past the barriers of your friendship. you couldnât 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 couldnât grasp the fact that getou wasnât 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 didnât 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 wouldnât 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.
getouâs smile settled into a subtitle grin, âyou seem surprised.â your mind was having trouble processing the fact that getou was here, standing in front of you, â itâs been years..â you trailed off.
the man hummed at your response, âso it has. you see, i'm here because i need your help.â
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-sorcererâs, and it was your sworn duty to protect those who couldnât 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.
âi donât think thereâs anything i can help you with.â you tried to side step the man in a feeble attempt to escape. getouâs hand shot out, gripping your forearm firmly. you tried to shake out of his grip with no luck, âlet me go getou. i donât want to fight you.â
a small chuckle escaped his lips once more, âif i came here in search of a fight you wouldâve been dead already.â you stared into the manâs amber eyes, trying to figure out what his motive was, âgojo will be looking for me soon, iâm already late.â getouâs grip tightened on your arm, as the playful expression melted off of his face, âso the two of you really ended up together.â his gaze moved to the ground as if deep in thought. a beat passed. getouâs gaze finally return to yours, âthatâs cute.â the sly grin returned to getouâs face as he lifted your chin with one finger. you attempted to pull free from his grip again, with no success.
âsatoru can look for you all he wants, he wonât be finding us anytime soon.â your eyes went wide at getouâs 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. âwhat do you mean he wonât be finding us?â you questioned angrily.
âyouâll find out soon enough.â getouâs 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.
âno!â 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 couldnât 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 didnât know what he wanted with you.
getouâs 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 didnât 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 spiritâs mouth latched onto your neck, digging itâs 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 werenât in the bed where he left you. after getting his pet spiritâs 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 getouâs 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 didnât 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 manâs large arms wrapped around your body as he fell beneath you, breaking your fall. blood spilled from the gash in your neck, covering getouâs 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. getouâs 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 getouâs 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, âno! no! stay with me!â he demanded as he pumped his energy into your skin, praying you werenât 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 hadnât stirred. the man anxiously called your name, hoping for any kind of response. he couldnât 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.
âgetou?â you said as your eyes focused on him. the man grinned slightly, âyes, itâs me.â even in your deranged state you took notice of the blood splattered across his face. you reached up to cup his face, âare you okay? what happened to you?â
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, ânothing happened to me, itâs what happened to you that got me looking this way. it seems you were attacked by a cursed spirit while i was away.â
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, âah there she is.â 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 didnât budge, you let out a sigh of exhaustion, âwhy am i here getou?â âyouâll find out soon enough.â he said, as he gathered your body into his arms, bridal carrying you through the field of lavender back to the house.
if you didnât 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 getouâs skin that penetrated your robe, warming your body to the core.
you arched your neck to get a good look at getouâs face as he pushed through the greenery of the forest, âyou can put me down, iâm sure i can make it from here.â getouâs amber eyes finally met yours, âdoubt that.â you rolled your eyes, âi know iâm heavy, really. you donât need to keep carrying me.â getou lifted your body upwards, adjusting your form so he could hold onto you tighter, ânope. light as a feather.â
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, âcan you bathe yourself or do you require assistance from the house spirits?â your brows furrowed at the question, âhouse spirits?â getou looked at you like this is something you should be familiar with, âyes, house spirits. they are low grade spirits that i have collected over the years, they maintain this realm while iâm away. they are the ones who changed your clothes when i arrived with you the first time.â
you looked up at the man still confused, âso it wasnât you who changed my clothes?â getou laughed softly as he leaned down to speak directly in your ear, âif iâm going to see you nude, i would rather you be awake for it.â you took in a sharp breath as heat rose to your cheeks, âget out. i can bathe myself.â at your word, getou spun on his heels heading out of the room. the man stopped short just before closing the door, âiâll have the house spirits lay some clothes out for you, iâm going out.â
your voice was laced with anger, âout?â getou turned his head slightly, âyes, be sure to make yourself at home. youâll be here for a while.â if looks could kill getou would certainly be dead,âi hope you know, it wonât take gojo long to find this place.â a devilish grin broke across getouâs face, âoh, iâm counting on it.â
his words took you by surprise, you had no time to respond before he closed the door on his way out. âoh, iâm counting on it?â 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 couldnât 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 getouâs large form looming over you from the end of the bed, completely clueless of the fact that getou couldnât help but free his aching cock from the confines of his clothing, stroking himself to the sight of your sleeping body.
getou knew youâd 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 getouâs face as he adjusted your blanket to cover your body fully, âeverythingâs all going according to plan.â he said in a whisper.
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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 gojoâs moves were essential for getouâs plan to work. the man had no plans of engaging gojoâhe would only keep track of his movements from afar.
getou tracked satoruâs 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, âyou can come out now suguru.â gojo finally looked up into the night sky, watching getou take a step out of the shadows and looking down upon him.
âi never knew you to visit this side of town gojo.â getou jumped down from the tall roof, landing on his feet in front of gojo. an unusually somber look settled on gojoâs face, âi never had a reason too, but now i must scour all of tokyo in search of whatever realm youâve drug my girlfriend into.â
getou hummed, âyes well, iâm sure youâll find it soon enough.â gojo stepped forward, âyou know i could kill you where you stand.â getouâs hands twitched at his sides, âthough i would like to see you try, if iâm dead what do you think would happen to your precious little girlfriend?â getou drug out the last word to tease gojo.
âif you so much as touch a hair on her head, i will-â getou laughed. âyouâll what? kill me?â getou hardened his stare on gojo, âplease 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.â
gojo attempted to form a rebuttal but getou didnât relent, âyou donât 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.â
gojoâs demeanor shifted, his face contorted in amusement, âwhat i was doing with my time with her?â gojo laughed. âwhat do you think i was doing with my time with her?â getouâs eyes narrowed, he didnât wait for gojo to elaborate. âyou donât deserve her.â getou spoke in an eerily calm manner, âyou donât 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?â
gojo blinked. a beat passed while getou waited for a response. gojoâs hands turned to fists at his sides, âi will find her, and i will kill you.â getou laughed at the lack of response to his questions, âiâll count on it.â a black void of cursed energy surrounded getou, âsee you soon, satoru.â with that getou was gone, leaving gojo alone in the cool night air of tokyoâs streets.
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after getou left, you grabbed your favorite work of jane austenâs 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, youâd never know.
persuasion was what you thought to be austenâs 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. getouâs 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 wasnât your fault that you dreamt of getou, you couldnât help the matterâ itâs 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 worldâ your safe place. it mustâve 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 gojoâs house. you thought back to all of those nights you spent together, those nights were always spent with you laughing at gojoâs crude jokes while he wrapped you in his warm embrace.
any and all thoughts of gojo went out the window when you realized you werenât alone. your back was pressed up against a firm chest, warm breaths caressed your neck. you couldnât help but lean into the feeling letting your head lull to the side, getouâs hands moved to rest on the skin covering your rib cage, his large hands naturally spread wideâ reaching just a hairs length away from your nipples.
you couldnât 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, âgonnaâ be a good doll for me and let me see you? iâve been waiting so long to play with those pretty titties.â 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. âuse your words doll, i know you can do it.â getou placed another kiss on your neck, âcan i see, baby?â
you were afraid of your voice coming out uneven, you took a moment to right your mind before speaking. you whispered lowly, âyesâ 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 timeâ 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 templeâcontinuing his motions on your chest, âsuch a pretty little doll.â 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 getouâs cock grow hard against your back.
you could tell getouâs hair was undone even though you couldnât 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, âbe a good girl, and let me see that pretty pussy.â suguruâs 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.
getouâs 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. âsuch a good little doll..you're being so good for me.â 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. âyou want me inside, baby?â getou practically cooed into your ear. âyes! suguâ please!â you couldnât 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 didnât let you. suguru wanted to take his time with this as well. you cried out, âsugu- please.â 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 getouâs 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.
âshh.. shh.. ride it out on my fingers baby. itâs okay.â
you heard your name leave getouâs 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 couldnât 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.
âwere you reading all night?â you looked down to the novel still cracked open on your lap, âmust be a really good book.â you cleared your throatâ moving quickly to your feet. âyeah, really good.â 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.
a pair of rough hands shook you back into a hazy consciousness. you recognized the man leaning over you from the club, he was one of the men that you thought stood out in the crowd. he was barking some kinds of orders at you, but the loud ringing in your ears prevented you from hearing his words. you gripped your head, looking around at your surroundings. the last thing you remembered was drinking at the bar, when suddenly everything went black.
one of the men had knocked you unconscious. you gathered that you mustâve had a concussion, when you finally realized that you were in the back of a large suvâheading god knows where. you were still half way in a daze when the bald man hovering above you spoke again, âwhatâs so special about her?â he called to the man in the driver's seat. âshe looks like every other bitch walking around on the street.â
the driver looked into the rear view mirror at the bald man, âi donât know, and i donât care. all i know is that naoya said sheâs to be delivered unharmed.â the burly man looked down on you in contempt. even in your haze, you took notice of the large gun and knife situated on either side of his belt. you knew that it was a long shot, but you had to try to disarm him, by whatever means necessary.
âaw, you donât think i look good baby?â you teased, responding to his remark. thoughts raced through your mind, you knew you needed to distract him to swipe one of the weapons off his belt but you didnât know how. improvisation wasnât your greatest skill.
you didnât think before acting. you aggressively pulled the large man in for a passionate kiss before he could respond to your chide. he grunted in surprise, but didnât pull away. men are so simple. you thought, while reaching down to swipe the knife from his belt. even with the knife in your grasp, you still didnât know how you would get yourself out of this situation.
it was clear to you based on the speed that the vehicle was traveling, and the change in street lightsâthat you werenât in the red light district anymore. you knew that you had to stop the car before it could reach whatever its destination was.
with a new sense of determination you gripped onto the knife tighter as the fool of a man tried to deepen the kiss by pushing his tongue into your mouth. you fought the urge to roll your eyes, the man seemed to really be enjoying himself despite practically calling you ugly not even a minute before.
not wanting to feel the burley manâs chest against yours any longer, you pulled your lips away from his. the man looked at you in surprise, but before he could speak you dug the knife deep into his windpipe. you smiled up at him, enjoying the show. and quite the show it was, his face contorted in desperation and fear while he choked on his own blood, unable to call for help.
you grunted in disgust, pushing his large body off yours. your job wasnât done yet, you knew you still had to take out the driver who was still unaware of his accomplices death.
âeverything okay back there?â the driver called out. his question was met with silence. you knew it was down to a matter of seconds before the driver would pull his gun. adrenaline pumped through your veins, as you climbed over the back seat as stealthily as possible.
you sucked in a tight breath, and halted your movements when you noticed that the driver had wheel stabilization and cruise control initiated on the dashboard. it seemed he had wisened up to what took place behind him. as soon as the realization settled upon you, the man sprung into action, quickly turning and lurching his whole body into the back seat.
the driver let out a loud grunt as he threw his body on top of yours. you shrieked when he pinned your hands above your head, causing the blade to slip from your grasp. the smell of iron from the other guard's fatal wound filled the vehicle while the two of you struggled in a fight for dominance.
you tried to calm yourself, despite the aching you felt all over your body from being manhandled. you knew that if you gave into your panic, the man would easily gain the upper hand in the fight. you forced your brain to think clear thoughts while the driver breathed hot breath into your face. you could tell by his ragged breaths that he didnât have much stamina. he was wearing out quickly, you just needed one good hit on him to get him down for good.
you shimmied your leg between his thighs to the best of your ability, you didnât have your hands to work with so you had to settle for the next best thing. your knee. you swung your leg up, kneeing your assaulter in the groin with all your strength. the man hissed in pain, instinctually reaching down to cup his injured balls.
you didnât waste a moment once you got your opening. you sat up, and swung on the man landing hard jabs on his face and body. you were sure that it wouldnât take much more to finish him off when you were taken by surprise. the driver wailed, âYOU FUCKING BITCH!â as he toppled over you once more. this time he gripped onto your neck instead of your wrists, choking you under his tight grip.
you were too powerless to fight back. your vision went splotchy from the lack of oxygen while white noise rang loudly in your ears. all of the fight was drained out of your body in almost an instant. the driver was yelling something at you again, but you couldnât hear his words. nor did you care too.
you were almost ready to accept your fate, when the car slammed into something on the street. the impact was so hard that the man flew into the dashboard at the front end of the car. you had no clue if the man was dead or alive, you just felt grateful to be able to breathe again.
you sat up slowly, still choking and gripping onto your neck, when you saw the object that caused the large suv to crash. your eyes went wide in surprise. you were left staring at getouâs cursed dragon through the windshield of the vehicle, not paying any more attention to the unconscious driverâs body that was lodged into the dashboard.
the massive cursed dragon glared at you through the glass with glowing eyes, emitting steam from its nostrils. strangely enough, the sight of the foreboding creature brought you a sense of relief because you knew that getou wasnât far behind.
as if on cue, the back door opened revealing a distraught getou. he stared at you for a moment, with a disturbed expression. you figured that you mustâve looked pretty scary, covered in the menâs blood. you watched him with a keen eye. neither of you moved until getou let out a tight breath releasing his anxious energy. seeing you alive and well brought him so much relief that he could cry.
after your incident with mahito, getou took it upon himself to attach his own cursed energy signature to your necklace just in case a day like this ever came. the two of you moved in unison, practically jumping into each other's arms. your chest collided with his, as he wrapped your body in his arms.
getou leaned back to examine your face, cupping your chin with his pointer finger and thumbâjust how he always did. his eyes shifted across your features swiftly before he spoke, âyour hurt.â he said in a low tone. you fought the urge to roll your eyes, getou was always good at speaking the obvious, âyou should see the other guy.â you said playfully, your adrenaline hadnât worn off just yet and you were feeling a bit goofyânot knowing how to process the events of the night.
the corner of suguruâs mouth quirked up, âoh i see them. it seems you didnât need me to come rescue you at all.â you wrapped your arms around his neck, âi think i might always need your rescuing.â he shook his head. âyou doubt yourself too much, doll.â you simply hummed in response, feeling exhaustion begin to wash over you.
getou lifted your body up, allowing you to hook your legs around his waist, âletâs go home shall we.â he requested calmly. you arched a brow at the man, âbut what about naoya? what are we going to do about him?â getou shrugged, naoya was the last thing on his mind. he simply wanted to get you home and heal your injuries. he would think about how he would retaliate against zenin at a later date.
âanother fight, for another day.â he said simply
by the time getou teleported the two of you back home, you felt the exhaustion begin to take over you. you couldnât even stay awake while he silently healed your wounds with his reverse curse technique.
once your body was free from any cuts or bruises, suguru carried your sleeping form to the bedroom. still not uttering a wordâafraid that he would disturb you. getou tucked you into the sheets as gently as possible. with a solemn expression the man leaned down from his towering position above you and placed a kiss on your forehead before exiting the room.
it was an excruciatingly long night for the sorcerer. getou sat in the library for the better part of the night, nursing a short glass of whiskey. the man couldnât get his mind to stop racing. plans for the future, guilt, and anxiousness clouded his senses. not only had you got hurt again, but another name had been added to the list of getouâs ever growing enemies.
if the man was to be honest with himself, he would admit that what he should be worried about was not what he was actually worried about. he should be making plans, communicating with his men, and moving forward with his plans to take out gojo and exterminate all non-sorcererâsâbut all of those thoughts were placed on the back burner of getouâs mind.
the core of his thoughts surrounded you. your well-being. your happiness. and your future togetherâwith him.
he didnât sleep a wink that night, having only retired to your shared bedroom when the sun began to rise. the feeling of weight shifting on the mattress woke you gently, and you greeted the man with a half smile. you were still tired, but not near what you wouldâve been if getou hadnât healed you the night before. for that, you were grateful.
your heart felt warm seeing suguruâs dark eyes stare into yours. in all honesty, no words had to be sharedâsometimes you felt as if the two of you shared a telepathic connection. like you could feel what he was thinking.
getou hummed endearingly, pulling you closer to his large frame in the wide bed. you instinctively nuzzled your face into his neck and spoke into his skin, âgood morning.â you whispered.
âyes, it is a good morning indeed.â he teased, smiling into your hair while reaching down to massage his fingertips into your ass.
âhow are you this morning?â he questioned, still feeling worried about how you healed. you reached up to run your fingers through his hair, âmuch better now that you're finally in the bed with me.â
âand how do you know that i wasnât here the whole night?â he asked through a soft laugh. you spoke in a sleep filled voice, âi can feel your presence, conscious or not.â getou quirked a brow, not knowing whether you were joking or not, but he didn't question you any further.
you clenched your thighs together beneath the blanket. remembering all of getouâs actions from the night before, elicited a primal response in your body. your grip on his black locks tightened, and you felt needier than you ever had before.
at that moment, close wasn't close enough for you. you felt an undying urge to be joined with the man lying next to youânot only physically but spiritually too. you kissed the soft skin on his neck, feeling his muscles tighten just below the surface.
so iâm not the only one thatâs needy. you thought.
suguruâs palms gripped onto your ass tighter then, pushing your pussy against the cock that was growing hard beneath his pants. you smiled into his neck, hearing him groan at the feeling. you bucked your hips against him to tease him even more. knowing what you were doing, getou leaned backwards looking you square in the eyes with a fiery intensity.
âdonât start something you canât finish, doll.â he warned. you gave the man a sly grin, âohâdonât worry. i plan on finishing.â in eagerness, you didnât allow getou the chance to respond. you immediately locked your lips onto his, and invaded his mouth with your tongue.
you could feel getou smiling into your lips as your tongues danced across each other with no grace or rhythm. getou was just as hungry for you, as you were for him. the man wasted little time in removing your shirt and immediately moved to play with your breasts.
you couldnât help but buck against his cock once more, feeling his deft fingers play with your nipples in the way only his fingers could. getou reached one hand up to support your head, while taking in the lovely smell of your hair. he kissed you sweetly, from your earlobe down to your chest, all while still playing with your tits with his free handâgiving them each equal attention.
your breath grew ragged from all the sensations. your chest rose and fell deeply while suguru sucked on your breasts. his tongue swirled around your nipple with long languid strokes.
you whined, wanting nothing more than for your throbbing clit to receive the same amount of attention as your breasts.
getou seemingly being on the same wavelength as you, automatically reached down with the hand that was supporting your head to remove your panties. you wiggled your hips to assist him, and bit your lip when his hand tapped your hip signaling you to spread your thighs.
you immediately obliged, and threw your head back when the pads of his fingers touched your clit. you hadnât realized just how deprived you were from his touch until you felt how your body responded to it. your whole body radiated heat, and you were fearful that you might cum too quickly from the feeling of his mouth lavishing your tits and his fingers working swift motions on your clit.
you clenched your eyes shut and gripped onto getouâs shoulder as you spoke, âplease. âwanna cum on your cock.â getou knew you mustâve been close. just seeing you so flustered made him want to tease you even more, but even he was close to cuming just by watching your writhe under his touch.
getou pushed you onto your back, and hovered over your body from between your legs. his dark hair framed his face as he looked down at your naked body with his signature grin.
he reached down with two fingers to scoop up some of the wetness that was dripping out of your cunt and smeared it all over his hard cock. you bit back another moan at the erotic sight.
getou gripped onto the back of your knees and aggressively pulled your body across the bed closer to him. you stared up at him with your arms positioned above your head, eagerly waiting for him to move. the manâs smile grew wider, âyou look so fucking pretty like this.â he shook his head, still in disbelief that he was able to experience you in such a way on a regular basis.
you moaned deeply, when suguru slowly pressed into your entrance. you were so ready for him that your cunt practically sucked him in. his head fell backwards for a moment, at the feeling of your plush walls gripping onto his cock.
âfuck it.â he mumbled, before gripping onto your hips and dug his cock deeper into you. your back arched off the bed, and you screamed out in pleasure. getou thrust into you repeatedly, hitting your g-spot at just the right angle. you couldnât help it, heat pooled in the bottom of your stomach and your walls began to flutter around his cock with vigor as you came around him.
suguru moved quicker now, âfuck! so fucking good baby. your so fucking good.â he groaned as he removed one hand from your hip to work circles on your clit while his cock was still pounding you with speed. tears formed in your eyes from overstimulation, you were in a state of euphoria.
getou wasnât far behind, his thrusts grew more ragged while you felt another orgasm coming. suguru encouraged you even more, âone more doll, âwant that pretty pussy to cum all over my cock. just one more time.â his words alone were enough to send you over the edge for a second time. the two of you came in unison, getou leaned down to cup your face in his hands wanting to watch how your face contorted in pleasure.
wrapped in eachotherâs warmth, getou wiped the tears from your face and finally allowed himself to fall into a blissful slumber knowing that you were safe and happy in his arms.
