How can you ever tell the man who left you in a room full of broken glass and shattered dreams, the one who never looked back - that you're having his baby? Love was never enough to keep you two together, no it was enough to trap you both in a cycle of pain he finally ended.
Parings- CEO Suguru Geto x F! reader
Warnings -MDNI, pregnancy, heavy angst, toxic relationship, nasty break up, past infidelity, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, lost love, mutual pining. this chap - emotional hurt/comfort, angsty asf, smutty ASF, so many feelings, pregnant sex, deep throating, cunnilingus, p in v sex, anal play, Suguru desperate to be used by you, multi rounds, creampie, toxic ass dynamics
sorry this took so long but the next should not <33
Part six - part seven (you're here) - part eight (soon)
Choso calls.
You ignore him, you weren’t upset he was with other girls – but you had enough going on with the baby coming soon. You text him here and there, you brought him some coffee, but you’re getting further along now, and your tummy is too damn big, you feel super uncomfortable. Your home is so damn silent it’s depressing, you can’t get comfy in bed.
You can’t sleep, and the doctor is actively yelling at you about it today, right in front of Suguru, who you’ve also avoided at all costs aside from letting him know about the baby. It was tense when he rode in his car with you, some new thing you guess, Suguru likes to drive now.
It reminds you of the years together in his passenger seat when he had that old shitty car that had bad shocks, and you’d fucking bounce and lift your arms up out of the tee tops. Fuck those days were fun, you miss them so much, times before everything went to hell and back, before he let his greed ruin your relationship. Days riding him in the backseat, hitting your head.
Sucking his cock while he had you squirting down his fingers, you wish this pregnancy didn’t make you so horny. You could hook up with Choso, but it just feels so empty the last time you sucked him off, he was sweet and cute, sure, but it felt so transactional. It was nice he still found you attractive now eight months pregnant and all, but was it worth it?
You ignore his little text, cute little emojis, he’s just a few years younger, but sometimes the gap feels insane, you send a heart reaction at least, before you frown and see your stretch marks underneath the goo the doctor slips on you. He runs the wand around, finding the baby’s heartbeat.
“How many am I gonna get?” You frown and scowl at Suguru. “Your tall ass baby is ruining my stomach.”
“I like stretch marks,” you roll your eyes, the doctor laughs just a bit. “What? They’re sexy.”
“They’re so not,” it makes you feel better – fuck him for that though.
“No sleep for how long?”
“Um, like I get two hours a night.” Suguru frowns right at you. “I can’t get comfortable at all.”
“What position are you two sleeping in?” You blush at the insinuation.
“She sleeps on her right side, curled up like a little croissant,” you snort at that, fuck him again for being cute. Evil dickhead. “Should I get her a body pillow?”
“You can, it would help a lot, this is a rather large baby already,” he slips two fingers inside you and you wince. “You’re already a little dilated, you need to be careful. I’d almost suggest bed rest but if you can take it easy you’ll be okay.”
“Bed rest? Yuck,” you sigh, shaking your head. “I can stop working out?”
“That is wise right now, you’re close to full term soon, we should go ahead and schedule that c section.”
The word again hurts your heart.
You catch Suguru’s expression, he looks more tired than usual too, you’ve only seen him twice this month and the two of you have kept your distance, he’s been supportive and not a complete dick. Did it matter much when he’d surely go back to everything he always did?
“All right,” you manage to say softly. “No other option, huh?”
“The baby is already seven pounds give or take, you don’t even know how big it’ll be when it’s term.”
“Daddy long legs over there.”
“You love daddy long legs,” you roll your eyes at his laugh. “Can she take anything to sleep?”
“She can take some melatonin, maybe hold her tummy up and give her a back rub? She’s miserable I’m sure.”
“I can do that,” his gaze flickers to you, your tummy is round, tits so full they’re damn near popping out of your bra, two sizes too small now. “Thanks doc.”
The two of you get in Suguru’s car, his hands grip the steering wheel tightly as he drives you both, you’re swiping ignore on your phone again when he peers over.
“Trouble in paradise?”
“I haven’t seen him since last time I saw you,” your words shock him then, looking at you when he hits the red light. “Not because of you.”
“Why then? Did he do something?” You sigh, shaking your head.
“No, he just… it felt…” You cover your face, the emotions hitting – the loneliness, the thoughts that have been making you insane. Suguru pulls over suddenly, parking in front of a store. “Where are we?”
“Gonna get you a body pillow,” you look up when he unsnaps your seatbelt, a hand brushing your cheek. “What did he fucking do?’
“He didn’t do anything! Psycho,” you slap his hand off and he just glares, until you relent and roll your eyes. “He’s young and I’m pregnant.”
“And!?”
“And he wants not want non-pregnant girls, hot ones, according to the IG,” Suguru’s brows raise. “I don’t blame him, we weren’t exclusive, look what I did with you? But I’m worried I might get something with how many girls he kisses on. He said he didn’t fuck but… I have to be careful.”
“He had you and did that?”
“You had me and did worse,” you look down now, eyes filling with tears until your vision swims. “And now I’m a whale with stretch marks.”
“You’re not,” you swipe your tears off your cheeks, he forces you to look at him. “You think you’re not the sexiest little slut ever?”
“Slut, you’re the slut,” his words have their effect, your thighs pressing together. “We can’t do anything, who knows what you have.”
“I haven’t touched anyone in over a month,” you blink in surprise. “And I did get tested, in case…”
“You assume I’ll fuck you?”
“No but if you did I sure didn’t wanna risk her,” his hand rests on your tummy, looking down at it, then back at you. “I wouldn’t fucking do that.”
“Do you miss Manami?” You ask then, his jaw clenches.
“No I don’t,” you scoff and shake your head. “Miss your dumb boytoy?”
“He could get me off pretty good,” Suguru scowls at your mean ass smile. “What, mad I fucked one other person? You fucked how many people exactly?”
“Yes I’m mad anyone touched you,” you swallow then, when his hand slips lower, your breasts rise and fall with your heavy breaths. “Yeah, I'm fucking toxic. I know."
“I’m literally about to pop, you can’t be attracted to me,” you’re taking shaky breaths now. “Manami is so-”
“Don’t fucking bring her up,” Suguru tilts your chin up, finding you dripping wet underneath your panties, your lashes flutter shut. “I don’t want to hear her name right now, or his name.”
“Sugu,” you both pause as the nickname flows off your tongue, and his fingers toy with your clit, making it twitch. “I hate you.”
“Yeah, I know,” you shake your head, his fingers sink inside and curve up, pressing against that soft spot as your cunt drools down his fingers.
“I hate that I think of y-you, that I dream of you,” he moans at your words, the ones you wish didn’t spill – capturing your lips, your fingernails digging into his shoulders. Your cunt just gets slippery with every curl of his thick fingers. You’re so damn wet you’re soaking him. “Nightmares, dreams.”
“You’re in every fucking one of mine,” you shake your head, tears falling hot down your cheeks, slipping against both of your mouths, the two of you kissing over and over. “I can’t even cum without looking at you.”
You gasp.
“What?”
Suguru sighs, lips kissing higher, catching all the tears on your cheeks, the salt drifting onto his tongue, his breath tickling against your ear as his fingers fuck inside your cunt – where he aches to be. “Eight months pregnant, and you haven’t had me inside you once.”
“If we… ngh… we c-can’t, it’ll be so…”
“Just use my fingers, my face, my cock – please, fuck,” he’s lost now, right in a fucking mall parking lot, begging for you. “Never let me cum, torture me, I fuckin’ deserve it – just use me, use all of me. Please, fuck…”
“Suguru,” you’re gasping when his teeth sink into your neck, your hips rocking desperately. “I can’t just fuck, Choso it felt… so wrong just… I will feel again and you’ll f-fucking hurt me.”
“I swear to god I won’t,” you shake your head even as he’s buried his fingers to the hilt. “I miss you, I miss everything about you – you hitting me, you ruining me.”
“We can’t b-be this way,” you’re lost though, cunt fluttering around his thick digits, everything just blurry with how badly you need him. “We’re terrible.”
“I know,” his amethyst eyes are dark, lips swollen and glossy from your kisses, working those fingers faster, feeling you grip him. “Tell me I’m the only one who got to cum inside.”
“You have no right, mngh!” He’s yanking his fingers out, shoving them right in your mouth, you bite his fingers and make him groan deeper, letting you suck his fingers deeper until they’re gagging you.
“Tell me, fuck… please,” Suguru grips your chin tightly, turning you to face him now. “Just me, just me.”
“Was it just me who you came in?” You ask, just as toxic when he pulls his fingers out with a wet pop, you lap all your slick off them, earning his desperate groan, trying to pull you close. “Tell me.”
“Just you,” he whispers, amethyst eyes gone dark. “Only your slutty cunt has had my cum pumped inside it.”
“I hate you,” you drag him down for another kiss, his hand presses on your back, warmth spreading all over. “Once, then. Just once.”
“Once,” he agrees, before he’s moving to drive, cock straining on his slacks almost painful. “You’re coming home just once.”
“Suguru,” you can’t stand him, how his words ruin you. “It’s only once, it can’t change us not being together.”
“Fine, I fucking get it, but you’re coming to-”
“Your place,” you correct, leaning over now on your knees as he drives, unzipping him to let his heavy cock jut out, that piercing on his tip you used to love to lick is coated in his milky white drops. He’s sucking in a breath, hand shaking as it entangles in your hair. “You’re so wet, Sugu.”
“I can’t fucking stand you,” he glares and you giggle – it’s been so goddamn long since you did that, since you giggled like you have today. “Put that bratty mouth to use, huh? Let me use it, then you can use me when we get home.”
Your whimper says all he needs to know, even as your words are – I hate you – fuck you – once. When you eagerly wrap your lips around his tip at the red light, Suguru’s eyes flutter shut for just a moment. He can hardly handle how good it feels, flipping his car to drive its goddamn self so he can use both his hands on you, leaning back so you can down his cock.
“Fuck you’re so hungry for it,” he should be sweet to you, tell you how deeply he loves you, but he knows this isn’t that yet. Instead he feels your throat sucking him down, your nose right against his dark hair, that piercing dragging against your uvula and making him groan. “I’m so fucking mad you did this with someone. You’re supposed to be mine, just mine.”
“Mmmph, fucking psycho,” you whisper, pulling back and spitting on him nasty as he wraps your hair in a pony tail, groaning and jerking his hips up. “Like you didn’t eat her out.”
“Once and it was horrible,” you laugh then, teeth nipping at his tip. “Don’t bite me, fuck.”
“Should bite it off,” you’re too gone though, too desperate to stroke his cock and suck him down, choking and gagging on him, feeling his hand tug your hair tighter, his hips snapping, cutting off your oxygen.
You’re glad he hated eating her out.
You’re mad he ever fucking did it.
You’re not thinking about it when he has you drooling, when your throat contracts around that perfect, veiny length you miss so bad in your body. Your nails press into his thighs over those slacks, the sounds of him fucking your throat are utterly filthy, wet messy sounds mixed with your choked out gasps, his soft, needy moans. That’s the thing about Suguru – he loses it when he’s needy.
The thing he’s only shown you, to lose any control is something that only you bring out from him, the way you can push him over that edge, and he hates you for it, for making everyone else incomparable. Meaningless with them all, fucking placeholders and white noise, no one can elicit a goddamn whimper from his parted lips like you.
“Doing s’good baby,” your thighs press together, how dare he fucking praise you – it’s easier when he’s mean with it. “God your throat, I missed it so much, missed how you swallow me, how you take all of me.”
You’re so wet it’s trickling down your puffy lips, tummy clenching and almost contracting, but the pain isn’t there – just the need for more of Suguru Geto, the man you’ve said goodbye to eight months prior, the one who left you in ruins, crying on the floor. He left you, it rings in your ears, but right now you can’t think of it, you only want to consume him.
You want him to consume you, to fuck every thought and bad memory away, you want his cum in your throat, cupping as his heavy balls and getting another filthy little whine. You swallow reflexively around his cock, slurping sounds filling as he rocks himself inside you, whispering your name like a devotion, hand pushing at the back of your head so you take more.
“F-fuck… takin’ all of it, greedy little girl,” you take him even deeper, slurping around him as he pulses. “Want all this cum in your throat, workin’ like that for it, god you must need it, huh?”
“Mmnph,” you’re bobbing faster and Suguru thickens impossibly, spurts of pre tacky as he presses you fully down, bottoming out in your throat.
“Take all of it then, like that greedy little princess you are,” how dare he fucking call you princess – you hate him, even as his white ropes coat your mouth, as you swallow him down eagerly. As you lavish every milky drop, the slightly bitter taste mixed with his musk that you fucking missed. “That’s it, god my princess loves cum in her holes, huh?”
“Fuck,” you pull back with a desperate breath, lapping every bit of his tip when he puts the car in park, tugging you up and kissing his own cum right off your lips, filthy with it. “Mmm…”
“You’re too good at that,” he whispers now, nose brushing against yours, his head resting on your own. “I need to fill all those holes tonight.”
“All?” You shake your head but he’s done, hastily zipping himself up, coming to pick you up in his arms. “You can’t carry me!”
“The fuck I can’t,” he cradles you like you’re precious, and you know it when you step into that elevator.
You’re still as in love as ever.
You may hate him, but you’ve never felt what this is – what this always was, so much anger tears form in your eyes, when he’s easing you down inside his immaculate penthouse – the one you all shared. The home you had with him that he made was not a home, the one where you smacked each other, where you hurt each other, where you made up and fought again.
“Princess,” he murmurs, cupping your face and swiping your tears. “Please…”
“You left me, you left me and…” You shake your head, as he presses you against that wall, tilting your chin up. “I don’t forgive you.”
“You shouldn’t,” his heart breaks when he kisses you again, when you desperately unbutton his dress shirt. “You should hate me, you shouldn’t let me touch you, shouldn’t have sucked me like that. Didn’t mmm, deserve…”
“You don’t,” he slips your top off and you pause, covering up for a moment, when he eases your arms down. “Don’t need to look and all that, okay?”
“You’re beautiful,” his hands cup your tits so full, thumb brushing over where a bead of milk is dripping out, moaning and bringing it to his mouth, sucking. “So fucking sweet, god look at you like this.”
“Fuck you for saying the right thing,” he laughs softly and you kiss him again, stumbling until you’re in the bed you used to share, and Suguru sits you on the edge, facing a mirror. You see the changes of your body, your stomach is so big you’re ready to pop any day, but Suguru’s kneeling, kissing every inch of it. “Sugu…”
“Callin’ me that?” He’s worshipping your body, sighing as he caresses your thighs, and you can see your own face with pleasure in the mirror, his dark hair that’s half fallen out of his bun between your thighs. “You’re pregnant with my goddamn baby, all mine, it’s mine – I put it inside you, huh?”
“Dick,” it’s all you can manage, when he makes you feel beautiful, when he kisses up your inner thighs, and his breath ghosts where you’re leaking arousal, spasming around nothing. “Fuck, fuck…”
“God she’s all puffy huh?” He taunts, pinching those swollen lips together, making you cry out, hands gripping the blankets underneath you. “Perfect, slutty cunt, bet she missed me.”
“No, ah!” Suguru laps a stripe right up your messy cunt, dragging his tongue between those folds and flicking on your clit, you desperately gasp out for a breath, rocking your hips and then wincing when the baby kicks. “God go to bed please baby…”
He laughs softly, so goddamn handsome he has no right to be, a hand on your tummy, his lips glossy from your slick. He presses a kiss on your belly button, sighing now. “Rest for a bit. I need to talk to mommy alone.”
“Talk my ass,” you’re done for when those words spill – mommy, you’re gonna be a mommy soon, to his baby. Suddenly everything feels so fucking right, that you’re dragging his face back against your cunt. “Make me cum, Sugu. Please.”
“Oh my god,” he’s lost in you, words muffled as his entire face presses against your cunt, slurping every drop down as he fucks your hole with his tongue, nose hitting that twitchy clit. “Drown me.”
“Fuck you,” you whisper, fuck him for being like this, for being so good at eating pussy you’d let him be a toxic fuck to feel this. Just once, just once, right – you won’t let him latch onto your clit and hum again, won’t let your cunt drool down his pretty fucking lips and chin. “Gonna cum, please…”
“Cum, squirt all over me, make me a fucking mess,” he whispers, cock already throbbing and leaking again, pushing his two fingers in with ease. “Cum.”
One little latch and flick of his tongue, one curve of two digits in your walls has you squirting all over, thighs shaking, stomach cramping but not enough to fucking stop you – no you’re spasming as he moans and tries to drink what he can. Eyes rolled back, cunt pulsing with aftershocks, your thighs and his face coated in endless slick that’s spilling out.
“There she is, messy, slutty hole,” he taunts, you can’t figure him the fuck out and you never could – one moment you were his whore, the next you were his princess, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love that duality. That you didn’t miss it. Suguru stands and spits your squirt right in your mouth, you eagerly unbutton his pants, hands trembling.
“Inside, inside,” you’re whispering, Suguru eases back, his muscles flexing and glinting underneath the soft lights of his room, pressing you down and dragging your ass to the edge of the bed. He takes his cock in his hand and eases that tip inside you – but not a gentle thrust – he bottoms out the moment he gets in. “Ah! S-so deep oh my… f-fuck…”
“Only I can fill you like this,” he whispers, a hand entwining in yours as he leans over you, the other brushing across your stomach. “Just me, all me, no one can.”
“Mmm hate you,” you whisper it even as your cunt clenches his massive cock, the one curved like it was meant for your gummy walls, pressing inside your clit as his hips roll. “Ah! S-Sugu…”
“Slutty, needy princess,” he can’t take how good you feel, your fluttering walls milking him for all he’s worth as his cock thrusts in and out of your sloppy cunt, careful not to hurt your tummy but he’s not goddamn gentle. “Why are you so goddamn beautiful? Why do you ruin me?”
“Don’t,” you sniffle, hands clinging to him, the relief of his cock after so long of not having it enough to bring you close again. “Don’t say that shit.”
“I mean it, I meant it,” he kisses you and entwines his fingers – no way it’s just fucking once, no way he doesn’t keep you. “Mmm, so fuckin’ pretty, cunt is made for my cock, made to take me.”
“Shh,” Suguru moans into your mouth, shoving his cock in and rolling his hips until your orgasm smacks you, and he’s fucking you through it, right into another.
“Gonna choke you when I can,” he whispers now, meaner strokes, tugging at your hair so tight it hurts. “I’ll choke you till you can’t breathe, fuck you till you pass out on it, keep fucking you.”
“Sadistic – ah! Once, once,” he laughs, shaking his head, hair falling soft and silky against your skin. “Maybe twice.”
He smirks as he kisses you, but you bite his lip so hard you draw blood. “Mean little girl.”
“Daddy long legs,” he laughs even with the crimson on his lips, smearing it all over you.
“Mine.”
“No,” you shake your head, letting him kiss you with his own blood on your lips, copper mixing with his spit, messy and goddamn filthy. “M’gonna…”
“Cum again, you’re so easy huh? So slutty.”
“You’re easy,” he presses deep and you shatter, pushing him right over that edge with you. “Cum in me, fuck it, just cum in me…”
“I’ll fill your slutty hole up,” he whispers, pumping so much inside your walls, you’re achingly full. You’re crying out as every aftershock milks him for more, his bloody lips kissing down your neck, as he’s careful not to press too much weight on you, easing back and standing. “God look at you.”
He’s worshipping every inch when he licks his cum from your hole and you’re bent over on all fours, he’s licking your other hole and fingering it, spitting in it and spreading your ass wide. He’s mean with it when he mocks you for eagerly backing up for more of his cock in your cunt, more of his fingers pressing in your ass.
He’s whimpering your name when he pumps another load, when he’s fucking his own cum back inside you until you can’t hold yourself up. Whispering how much he hates you, misses you, needs you – and you whisper back how badly you fucking hate him, how it’s only once, or twice.
Two toxic lovers can’t be healthy, this can’t be okay, you remind yourself when he’s got you in the bath and your belly and tits can’t be covered hardly, holding you and brushing your hand on your tummy. You remind yourself when his kisses steal your very breath away, all that he’s done, how many tears you’ve shed for the love that he made you lose.
The water is warm as it undulates around you both, he moves just a bit, massaging your tummy in a way that’s too affectionate. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
You sob then, shaking your head, making him falter, panic. “You can’t s-say that…”
“That I wanna meet my daughter? What?” Your lips tremble, eyes burning with tears that make his silhouette fuzzy, swimming and moving as more flow.
“You can, it’s just… you make me think of what could have been, if I wasn’t alone for eight months, if I … if I…”
“Breathe, fuck,” he sits up now, wrapping his arms around you, burying his face against your neck. “I shouldn’t have left you. I shouldn’t have, fuck I know it. I can’t believe I… I…”
He’s crying right with you, the two of you in that bath he bought you for your birthday, the one you think he must have had women in – the bed too, was Manami there? The thoughts make you sick, eyes shutting as tears fall and drop into the water surrounding your bodies.
“I’m so goddamn sorry, I’m so sorry I left…”
“You left before that,” you admit, turning to look at him, your heart breaking at the tears down his high cheeks. “You left me years ago, when you chose all that money, when you stopped letting me sit in your lap at night while you worked. When you stayed at that office for days and didn’t even come home.”
“I wanted to give you everything,” he whispers, his heart shattering all over again as he realizes he’s lost you. “I knew you deserved the best, and I wanted to make sure you had it.”
“I was happy eating ramen in our shitty apartment,” it all spills out now, unstoppable, lip quivering as you bite down on it, sniffling. “I enjoyed when we picked a random bill we’d pay, when we had to use the neighbors wifi, when we could only afford one phone.”
Suguru swallows, shaking his head. “That was not enough, it couldn’t be enough, you being hungry, you having no money for that dress you walked by. Me not being able to buy you shit.”
“I wasn’t hungry, you fed me,” you turn now, straddling him and cupping his face in your hands. “You always made sure I ate.”
“Ate what, a fucking one dollar burger I could scrounge up? You needed more than that.”
“I liked that cheap, greasy burger,” you sniffle more, hardly able to stop the tears, the sobs that wracked your body. “I liked it, I liked the ramen, I fucking loved all the crazy shit you did to it when we could afford to split a joint.”
Suguru buries his head against your neck, shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you were happy then.”
“I was, I was happy,” his tears are hot and sticky on your neck. “Now I don’t know if I’ll ever be again.”
Suguru’s eyes meet yours, so much left between you both, he sighs as you shiver, and those goosebumps rise on your skin. “Let me get you out of here, it’s getting cold.”
Suguru kept so many of your things it shocks you, he has all your clothes you left in your haste, he has a goddamn picture of you on his dresser, from the day he first met you. You wrap up in the robe he slips on your shoulders, hardly able to hold any of it together anymore.
“Why keep this?”
“How can I not fucking keep it,” he leans down, eyes catching yours in the dresser mirror. “I keep un-deleting your photos and jerking it to them.”
“Toxic! That’s so fucked!?”
“Yeah I goddamn know,” he clutches that robe, pressing the curve of your ass against him. “I can only cum to you, picturing you, it’s all you.”
“Fuck you Suguru Geto,” you turn your head and he slams his lips on yours, making you arch. “I’m not staying the night.”
“You fucking are.”
“You can’t make me.”
“I’ll chain you up to the goddamn bed,” you laugh without humor, biting his lip again, just for him to sink his teeth into yours, breaking the skin. “Mean little princess.”
“Call me bitch or something, whore, not that,” you moan when you feel his length again. “Not princess.”
“You are my princess.”
“M’not,” you’re turning now, shoving at him, just for you to be sucked back up until you’re dizzy from him, until Suguru steals your breath. “I’ll stay tonight, on one condition you little psycho.”
“Anything,” he whispers now, tilting your chin up. “I wanna show you something too, please.”
“Probably some red room of pain,” he snorts, shaking his head. You tug your robe close, skin still dewy from the bath. “You cook tonight.”
“I have no groceries, brat, what do you think about ordering –”
“No, you cook for me, and hand wash your own fucking dishes,” Suguru scowls down at you. “Order groceries. Cheap ones.”
“Goddamit,” he grumbles, sighing and kissing you again. “I’ll do anything even if that’s so fucking dumb. I can order you anything you want to eat, steak, lobster–”
“I want you to cook, like you used to,” your eyes are burning again, how much can you cry? “If you wanna show me this shouldn’t be just once, then fucking show me Suguru. That somewhere he’s in there.”
He cups your face and leans close, the baby kicks his stomach through yours, making him smile, emotions rising, realizing you’re giving him a chance he doesn’t goddamn deserve. He touches your tummy, and she kicks again, breaking his heart into a million pieces as he loves who he hasn’t met yet, as he loves the girl he was so fucking cruel to.
The one by his side at his worst.
“I’ll make you the cheapest ramen then,” you cry, smiling tremulously as you do. “And we’ll get the generic fucking root beer.”
“Oh shit, going full broke,” you giggle even through your tears, sighing and resting your head on his chest. “It’s just for me to stay tonight, just that.”
“I know.” He murmurs, holding you close.
In no world does Suguru Geto not try to have the love of his life and his baby in his life. In no world will he accept one night from you, but he’ll take it, take anything, any piece of the woman who shouldn’t give him the time of fucking day. He’s spent and dizzy from you, from everything about you – your scent, how you feel, your presence in a house that’s not a home without you.
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I was on the phone, we end up talkin' Past, present, future, all the gossip,
You and Toji fell in love before you even really understood what love meant.
Freshmen in high school — awkward, loud hallways, shared textbooks, and barely knowing who you were yet — but somehow you knew you wanted to be around him. It started small. Sitting next to each other in class. Borrowing pencils. Walking each other halfway home before splitting off in opposite directions. Nothing dramatic. Nothing cinematic. Just two kids learning each other piece by piece.
By sophomore year, he was your first everything. First person you stayed up texting until your phone died. First hand you held without pulling away. First kiss that left your heart racing and your thoughts scrambled. And by senior year, the relationship had become something steady — familiar in the best way. The kind classmates whispered about.
You were the couple people compared themselves to.
Picnics in the park where he’d complain about ants getting into the snacks. Studying at the library where more time was spent laughing than actually reading. Sharing earbuds, leaning shoulder to shoulder, listening to Congratulations by Mac Miller while pretending finals didn’t exist. Late-night walks along the beach where futures were mapped out like they were guaranteed — wedding locations, number of kids, cities you might live in.
It was everything you thought love was supposed to be.
Until graduation came.
You chose a university in-state. Close enough to visit home, close enough to visit him. You assumed he’d do the same — never actually asking because it felt obvious.
Then he handed you the acceptance letter.
“What the hell do you mean you’re enrolling in a university across the world?” Your voice cracked despite trying to stay calm, the paper crinkling slightly in your grip.
He sighed, rubbing his face. “It’s the only one that accepted me for my major. It’s a good program.”
“You’re seriously going through with it?” you asked quieter now. “I’ll help you look for something closer if you want.”
He stepped forward, hands settling on your shoulders. “I’m not breaking up with you,” he said, lifting your chin until you met his eyes. “We’ll do long distance. If you’re okay with that.”
You nodded into his hug, pretending the distance didn’t terrify you.
“I wouldn’t mind.”
And at first — you didn’t.
The first year worked.
FaceTiming nearly every night. Talking about professors, classes, dorm drama campus gossip. Laughing when he told you about a guy named Gojo trying to impress the girl he was hooking up with by backflipping into the girls’ pool and failing spectacularly. Cooking together over video calls — you experimenting with recipes while he watched after setting off his dorm’s fire alarm once and getting banned from the stove by his roommate.
He loved watching you concentrate. Measuring ingredients carefully, brow furrowed. You loved feeling like nothing had really changed.
Replies became emojis. Conversations shortened. You told yourself it was stress — he was at a competitive university, after all. People got busy. People changed schedules.
You swallowed the uneasy feeling and chose trust.
Then came the text.
He said he didn’t have time for long distance. Said you were the best thing that ever happened to him. Said maybe after graduation you could reconnect.
You stared at the message for a long time before replying. You didn’t want to make things harder for him. So you wished him luck.
And cried for hours after.
You told yourself waiting wasn’t a big deal. You’d waited years for your favorite artists to release albums — what was three more?
But three turned into six.
You were twenty-four now. He never reached out. Social media searches revealed nothing except that you were blocked. No explanation. No closure. Just absence.
You never admitted out loud how deeply it hurt. The betrayal didn’t have language. It lived in quiet moments — in songs you couldn’t listen to anymore, in beaches you avoided, in late nights wishing you could go back to being seventeen and certain about everything.
So when you walked into that café — the one where you used to study together — and saw him there…
It felt like reopening a wound you had only just learned how to live with.
Your chest tightened. Memories crashed over you all at once. Late-night walks. Shared dreams. The version of yourself that believed he’d always be there.
And suddenly you weren’t twenty-four anymore.
You were seventeen again — standing in a future that never happened
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