Abducted

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.

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chapter four

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getou x reader

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word count: 2.1k

chapter three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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