Your little whisper echoes through the dark halls of your shared home."Honey, is that you?" Silence responds to your call before–thump! "ughh..." well, there it is.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were at all holding before making your way toward what you are sure to be your poor, tired, pitiful boyfriend.
And lo and behold, it is your Suguru, in all of his sleepy drowsy glory. Poor thing bumped into the wall on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water probably. Whatever the case may be, you step closer before placing a hand over his flaming-hot forehead, you can feel him shudder and flinch at the contact.
"What are you doing here?" You scold gently while mentally noting the urgent need for a wet rag "we've gone through this already love. No sneaking out, you're sick, you should stay in bed" you slide your hand down, brushing your fingers against his sweaty neck and moving his hair back. An affectionate gesture, to assure him that you could never truly be upset with him.
Suguru is silent except for the occasional sniffles and grunts to moisturize his itchy dry throat. His gaze is glued to the floor like a guilty misbehaving child caught elbows deep in the cookie jar.
A weak raspy sigh barely makes its way out of his heavy chest and Oh does it tug at your heart strings "I'm sorry to worry you it's just..." he swallows a lump "you haven't eaten anything today".
...Sigh.
You don't know if you're feeling fond or disappointed really. Suguru is barely standing at all. A high fever, wobbly legs, a dry throat, a runny nose, and yet he still has the nerve to leave his soft warm bed, escape the room of his confinement, bump into the wall on his way to the kitchen, to make you, his dearest darling, a meal. It would be adorable if his health wasn't on the line, seriously suguru forgets that he is your baby just as much as you are his.
Suguru needs some tough loving to keep him in line sometime– is not a ridiculous statement honestly, but God is it hard to be mean to him.
"Oh, Sweetheart " you try again, a little softer this time, no scolding, he's your boy after all. "This is the last thing you should worry about" he turns his head away like he knows the lecture is coming.
Enough.
He's not running away. Two soft hands rest on either side of his face before moving his head back down to face you. Direct, raw eye contact.
You're not sure if it's the troubled breathing due to his stuffed nose, or your sudden solidified tone. But his breath visibly hitches and he jolts back a bit.
"Listen to me." You begin with sudden authority "You're going to sleep, right away" and it feels like a gavel striking the sound block. "Now come on" You take his hand in yours and start marching back in the direction of your shared bedroom. Suguru stumbles right behind you like a little wobbly puppy, desperately trying to match your hurried steps, he hasn't earned your consideration just yet.
The act is dropped once you enter the safety of your bedroom, and watch your boyfriend get cozy under the soft covers and a swarm of plushies you placed there for his protection.
"There you go, honey" you're looming over him in the blink of an eye "I'm sorry for being harsh, but you needed the lesson" your hands smooth over his sides, ensuring he's safe and shielded from the pesky cold of the night, before running your fingers through his gorgeous hair.
Suguru is seemingly not yet over your earlier exchange. He tries to blame the redness of his face on being sick but you know better.
He's visibly hanging by a thread.
"Come on, let's just take it easy tonight. Okay?" There's a second of unresponsiveness followed shortly after by a hesitant little nod. So so so adorable, seeing him this shy really isn't an everyday occurrence, the big and bad Dobermann reduced to a little black kitten at the palm of your hand.
"My poor baby" you absentmindedly coo "I know...it must feel terrible" You look up to meet his half lidded brown gaze "but you're tough, I know you'll be back on your feet in no time" you kneel down to peck his warm forehead, feeling his hot breath against your collarbone. Suguru shudders in response. And with your lips still tenderly placed on his skin– "My big strong man".
The final nail in the coffin. Suguru turns over and hides his face in one of his plushie warriors, hugging the toy tightly enough to cut its circulation if it were alive. Poor baby would usually just chuckle at your teasing, the fever must really be messing with his brain, he seems to think the stuffie is there to keep him safe from you.
Safe to say you're pretty taken aback at the sudden reaction. You sit there unblinking looking at his well built back, wow..this has really never happened before Still, you choose to spare him for now.
Okay maybe one last jab wouldn't kill him.
You place one hand over his strong shoulder before rubbing slowly and coming closer. Suguru's eyes are blown wide open once his overheated brain registers the soft weight of your chest pressed against his back.
"O-okay..please that's e-eno"–"Get well soon for me, okay?" The hand on his shoulder travels down to rub his back again, this time making its way to his thighs. "I have a treat for you but I need to be sure.."Suguru is as quiet as a mouse. A little bunny playing dead "That you can handle it~" and with a long lingering kiss on the back of his ear, the deal is sealed.
"I'll be right back with a wet rag for you!" You skip away to the bathroom victorious, leaving a poor breathless man behind. Suguru swears he felt your tongue make an appearance during the kiss. You won't get away with this. He'll get you back for sure!
With Suguru tightening his grip on you, you mewl and burrow your face into his chest, eager to catch more sleep in the arms of your boyfriends.
Well, one of them at least.
It’s not early by any means, in fact you’re willing to bet that’s why Satoru is currently trying to stir you, but your bed is so warm and comfortable, and Suguru smells like early morning musk, body wash from his shower clinging to his skin as the blankets keep you both cozy.
You’re not ready to move. And Suguru’s not ready to stop indulging you.
“Maybe if we don’t move, he’ll go away,” you murmur, and Suguru chuckles as he gently cradles the back of your head, thumb stroking over your scalp lovingly.
“Maybe, baby.”
“I hear you both!” Satoru hisses, and you feel the bed shift as he uses two big hands to bounce Suguru’s side of the mattress. “Come on! It’s literally 10 am. Your loving, caring, handsome boyfriend needs to eat!”
Suguru sighs and clings to you closer, “maybe it's not a bad idea to get up and moving, my love."
"No," you snip. "He's fine. He can eat alone if he's so hungry."
"You're literally so mean to me," Satoru snarls.
Suguru chuckles before slowly sitting up, soothing you with soft 'I know, I know''s as he does. Your grip on him tightens and you whine in dramatic agony for his movements. "Satoru," he says, stretching his arms above his head, muscles popping softly as he shifts and wakes his body. "Why don't you get back in bed and keep them company while I make you both breakfast in bed? Deal?"
Certainly didn't have to tell Satoru twice.
It's almost comedic how quickly he darts back into his side of the bed, curling under the blankets and briefly grumbling about the chill of them and snuggling into your back. You giggle at him before turning over to wrap your arms around him, cuddling as close as you two can. Slender, long fingers gently tickle up and down your spine, lulling you back into a familiar state of relaxation that you'd felt in Suguru's strong arms.
You hear Suguru laugh once again before getting up and leaving the bedroom, feet padding down the hall and into the kitchen.
And a couple of minutes later, when he found you and Satoru sound asleep burrowed under the covers, he simply shakes his head and leaves the large plate off to the side, getting under the sheets and letting his arms enclose both of you, hoping to catch you both in sweet dreams.
tehe idea from my love @satorus-princess . muuah ilysm gorgeous :>
the evening dew of the midwinter brought upon a delightful comfort like no other time of year. the darkened sky providing a blanket of safety, everything looks magical this time of year — it all feels magical.
you sit on the kitchen counter, your feet swaying while the smell of herbs and spices wafts through your home, admiring the view of your boyfriend while he gracefully buzzes around the kitchen making dinner for you both after gently turning down your offer to help, insisting that he do it himself and that you keeping him company would be plenty enough for him,
or so it is he claimed.
he's dressed in a white blouse, with two buttons at the top undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his forearms. sugurus long lustrous hair is gathered back in a pretty bun at the base of his neck, his bangs tucked behind his ears, secured in place by a little yellow flower clip you had gifted him.
suguru is beautiful, dressed so simply but even then, hes oh so tantalizing to look at.
he moves around the space with practiced familiarity and ease. each time he passes by where you're sitting atop the counter to grab some ingredient or another, suguru coolly leans in to steal a kiss. his soft lips meeting your own in a peck, quick and sweet. it makes you giggle because you are absolutely certain he's gone back and forth to the same spot at least three times over by now to grab something when he could've gotten everything he needed in one single trip.
he's not so slick as he thinks.
suguru feeds you some of the ingredients as he works through chopping them up for the dish. making sure to give you a taste the process as the meal starts to come together, asking your opinion as he goes because after all hes cooking for you, and to him there is no greater joy or reward then seeing you light up while enjoying his food.
he stirs the pot before turning to you, lifting the wooden spoon out of the simmering sauce pot and cupping his hand beneath it to avoid any spillage. gently blowing on it to cool then he presses the edge of the wooden spoon to his lips, testing the temperature before bringing it to your mouth.
"open," suguru says quietly. watching with curious eyes as you taste the sauce, savouring it slowly then smacking your lips when you swallow it down, humming contently at the delicious flavours.
"good?"
you nod, a pretty smile stretched on your lips, "it's good" playfully shrugging your shoulders a little with your answer, giving the impression of carelessness.
he returns the smile, one of his eyebrows arched in rhetorical question. he leans into the counter so you're caged between his arms and the cool surface, "that's it? its just good?"
humming softly, you choose to continue the little light hearted charade you started. your index finger tapping your chin, "i dont know, i think i'll need another taste. just to be sure"
that makes suguru laugh, "as you wish." then he turns back towards the pot on the stove, dutifully lifting another spoonful from the pot, testing the temperature on his lips once again to ensure it wouldn't burn, then bringing it to yours. "open"
you do, tasting it again with a false look of deep pondering on your face, as if assessing the state of the universe and everything in it. you take a deep pensive breathe to create some suspense to the obvious awaited answer. holding it there for a moment before sharing your final verdict. the sound of imaginary drum rolls fills the space—
quiet, now. i’m thinking about cult leader!suguru showing up late to pick up his lil’ girls from kindergarten, only to be met with a face that’s almost too pure to be anything other than a statue of a god. your face, that is. staring at him with a question mark hovering above your head, eyebrows raised as you smoothen out the blankets of the futon where the girls lay asleep.
(yeah, he’s totally sighed up if you’re the religion, by the way. you’re an exceptional monkey, maybe.)
don’t get him wrong. nana and mimi talk about you, their teacher, quite often, you see— how gentle your hands are when they thread through their hair, the tender little words that linger long in their head after you’ve gone quiet, silent hands on their backs everytime they take a step too close to teeth that are too sharp.
almost like his own.
“i’m here for nanako and mimiko,” suguru hears himself say, the words scratchy and dry in his throat. he tries not to think about the way they cut through the air like some burnt out firecracker.
“i know,” you hum, “i’ve been waiting to have a talk with you, mr. geto.”
suguru has a thing for your mouth. he knows this and you know this, satoru probably knows this from the number of times he's caught him staring; its not a secret. now though, he's thinking that isn't the extent of it — now he's thinking he might have a thing for your spit too.
he finds himself watching eagerly when you spit your gum into the trash, or when you spit toothpaste when brushing your teeth.
it's gross and it's strange and suguru cannot help himself. watching your pretty lips pucker to spit. would it be crazy of him to say he wants you to do it yourself him?
you're eating fruit, light and refreshing, to help you beat the heat, both of you lounging around, with some film that cannot be that interesting playing. the juices drip down your forearms and from the corner of your lips. his eyes follow the movement close.
suguru's gaze drags back up the trail left by the little fruity droplet. he watches you pop piece of watermelon in your mouth, he watches as your cheeks hollow out sucking the juices from the fruit, he watches you chew it slow and spit the little black seeds out. a soft ptooey following the action as the seeds are spat out and away.
over and over and over.
cherries, grapes, passion fruit.
fuck he might be losing his mind, wholly uninterested by the film that seems to have you so invested — enough not to notice his staring.
when he's got you folded beneath him later that same day, plowing your poor pussy like he hates it, wanting to earn those sweet cries of his name and the feeling of your nails in his thick shoulders the image flashes through his brain.
his hair is coming loose from where he's tied it up, his breath ragged and eyes dark, suguru slows his paces, holding you by the hips to manhandle you into a different position; him laying flat on his back hair splayed out on the pillows and you sat pretty atop him — displayed beautifully for his worship.
"cmere baby, let me help you sit", strong hands firm at you hips, easing you down, your little winking entrance taking him in greedy. " 'ere you go sweet thing. just like that." guiding your movements, the pressure hardly there but still grounding you as you start bouncing in his lap.
he gives you time. a few minutes to adjust. a few minutes to get comfortable in the new position, a few minutes for him to compose himself.
the drastic beating of his heart not doing him any favours. suguru pulls you into him, your chest colliding with his, "need you to do something for me." something simple to gauge your reaction.
grinding yourself against him, nodding way to fast, l, "what is it?"
"need you to spit on me, pretty"
"spit on you?" he nods affirmatively. "mhm need you to spit in my mouth for me." a slap lands on your ass when your movements nearly come to a halt, though it feels more a tap.
"that's all i want. spit in my mouth baby. please"
leaning your weight back, sitting up straight with your hands pressed to his firm chest for support, dragging your hips up and down his length in deep deliberate thrusts. "you could. shit- you could do that for me couldn't you. always so good to me huh?"
you like suguru like this, to finally get to see your ever composed calm lover losing himself, he brings one of his hands up to your face, stroking the soft skin of your cheek trying to coax you into it.
keeping eye contact, you take his hand in your own, pressing a sweet loving kiss to his palm, mumbling against his hand "of course i could suguru." you're losing your cool too, voice just barely coming out whole.
you lean closer to him again, elbows resting on his chest and his face in your hands. suguru helps you keep your hips flush against him, dragging your body back and forth, occasionally bouncing you softly.
kissing his lips shallowly and around his face. bright purple eyes dark and wet with his need, his fingers digging into your plush skin, "don't tease me"
it sounded too much like an order so you continue, pressing sweet kisses to his neck, his ears, the curve of his jaw where you know he's weak. "fuck- darling, i- please."
"i don't know suguru, you don't really seem to need it. so sensitive enough as is"
one of the hands keeping you moving against him comes up to squeeze your cheeks together making them form a messy but cute (to him) 'o'. "you're gonna make me beg for it?"
"suguru, you already are" freeing your face from his fingers, your hands cup his jaw, holding his gaze as you collect the spot in your mouth . suguru goes quiet, his heart beat erratic and blood rushing to his ears.
you let the glob of spit fall from your lips, and his wafer tongue comes out to receive it, moaning, his whole body shuddering when it makes contact. he comes undone right then as he swallows your spit, holding your gaze as he tries to levels his breathing, chest raising up and down unevenly, "again. do that again"
sugusato and showing their love through money tee hee
gojo who takes you on multiple vacations a year. to everywhere he can, anywhere you want. he sees you like a post about malibu and he’s already booking the tickets. your eyes catch on an advertisement for a cruise and he’s already adding new swimsuits to his shopping list. he can’t help it- seeing the way your eyes light up with every new culture and country he brings you to just soothes his soul.
geto who spoils you like you’re royalty. dressing you up in high end fashion, head to toe in only the most elegant fabrics and jewelry. you get bored of one style and he’s already expanding your closet to suit the next. you don’t even ask anymore. he comes home just before a dinner date and has a handful of bags of clothes for you to model for him. he just loves having you on his arm, decked out and beautiful, showing you off for the world to see.
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a/n: i’m not dead i’m just at an eternal war with myself and i am not on the winning side. also i swear i’m not a gold digger whatttt. enjoy mwah
contents: cult/JJK0 Geto, sorcerer!reader, male oral, deepthroating, swallowing cum, praise, religious rituals i guess? not sure what to call it
words: 2k
g/n reader, reader's genitals are not specified
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“Welcome.”
On a slightly elevated platform, you’re greeted by a soothing voice from a man sitting cross-legged adorned in a long elegant robe- the same man you’d heard so many speak about in hushed whispers and nervous glances. You turn slightly to slide the door shut before making your way to him, stopping at a respectful distance; making a good impression was imperative if you wanted to be accepted. Placing your arms at your sides and your eyes facing the floor, you bow at the waist with a small smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Geto-sama.”
“Likewise,” he responds, mirroring your expression. For someone rumored to be so violent, his tone and demeanor seemed uncharacteristically gentle. It was almost off-putting, the way his aura made your body feel at ease and loosen the tension in your nervous muscles. That was probably purposeful, though, to lure in non-sorcerers for his victims. You scowl slightly at the reminder, bending your body back upward as the thought of his message remains in your mind. Your gaze moves to him, though avoiding eye-contact so as not to be too intimate.
He’s arguably the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. His long, silky black hair cascades down his shoulders like a midnight waterfall, and his angular and narrow features make him look as if he were a sculpted work of art. The color of his plugs, a deep navy blue, matched that of his robes and brought his whole look together. It was almost difficult to speak while in the presence of such an ethereal man, your voice initially cracking before you clear your throat and blush in embarrassment.
“I have requested to join your…organization, sir, because my ideals align with yours. I’ve been a sorcerer for many years now, and I’ve become tired of the repeated trauma that comes from protecting a class of people who don’t even know we exist. And even if they did, I doubt they would be grateful. We make unending sacrifices throughout our lives and it amounts to nothing in the end. If we could eliminate the reason for our troubles altogether, we could create a peaceful world for our people.”
His subtle smile grows wider, the corners of his lips turning up into a satisfied grin. “You’re intelligent and well-spoken. I like you already. I think you’d be a wonderful addition to our family.”
Your eyes light up excitedly. You hadn’t expected him to be so accepting right away. It can’t be that simple, right? There’s no way there isn’t more before an official acceptance. Cautious but nonetheless looking forward to this new experience, you give him a small nod with a giddy smile. “Thank you, Geto-sama. You will not regret this.”
He chuckles, standing up before stepping down onto the same level as you, his hands hidden beneath his sleeves as they’re placed together in front of his waist. “There are a few things you must do in order to become one of us. One cannot bring their sins from their old life into this one; they must be purified and begin anew. Do you understand?”
You nod, ready for whatever he might ask of you. If commanded to, you would kill a non-sorcerer, exorcize a curse, or anything else he might want to see from a potential newcomer. You’d spent a long time considering following him, and you knew this was the right decision. You’d go to the ends of the earth for such a god-like man.
“There is a particular extra ritual that I have those I take a liking to partake in. Not many have such a privilege, but I will bestow it upon you.”
Your heart races in anticipation. You felt incredibly flattered that he not only liked you, but liked you enough to do something only a few get to experience. But what that was, you have not even an inkling of a clue. “Thank you, sir. I’m grateful that I’ve fallen under your favor. Whatever you ask of me, I will obey.”
“Glad to hear it. Like I said, in order to be officially associated with us, you need to be purified; cleansed of your old ways and forgiven for your misdeeds. Now…on your knees.”
You do as you’re told, swallowing hard as you feel your pulse quicken further. You place your hands nervously on the tops of your thighs, waiting for instruction.
“It’s impossible you’ve had these ideals your whole life. There must have been a time when you were complicit in the current state of jujutsu society. Tell me about that.”
You hang your head in shame as you nod, recalling your younger years of naivete and believing that the ultimate purpose of a sorcerer was to protect those unlike you. “You’re right. I used to think my purpose in life was to help the weak. I often befriended non-sorcerers, and I even dated a few. I still can’t believe I let that filthy scum touch me. I’ve since seen the error of my ways and want to make up for what I’ve done.”
Keeping your face parallel to the floor, you hear him sigh softly. “I see. I was once the same way. It’s a shame so few people come to their senses.” He bends over slightly, placing a long pointer finger under your chin, lifting it up to look deep into his amber eyes as he stands up straight. “Luckily, you seem to be of the enlightened ones. We believe in the worship and love of the strong here. To be truly pure and forgiven, you will need to satisfy me and ingest my essence.”
Though hidden by the long sleeves, you can tell his hands have lowered. They move some fabric out of the way, rustling and pulling layers until finally reaching to pull the waistband of his pants down just a bit. Suddenly, you understand what he meant by his last sentence as his cock is freed, bouncing slightly from the release of its confines. “Luckily, I’m willing to give you mercy if you’re willing to accept it.”
You blink a few times as you start to tremble, your heart beating so hard you could feel it in your throat. His cock boasted an impressive size, both in length and girth. The tantalizing foreskin covered just past the bottom of the head, letting the reddened tip peek out as evidence of the generous blood flow to the area. “Yes, sir, I’m willing to please you in the name of cleansing my sins.”
“Good, good. I look forward to giving you this honor.” He slowly strokes himself, silently inviting you to place your mouth on where he clearly wanted. You lick your lips before straightening your back, wrapping your fingers around his hard length and moving your hand back and forth in meaningful motions. He lets out a content exhale, making your heart flutter.
Leaning forward, you give the slit a kitten lick before your hand moves back towards you along his cock, pulling the velvety foreskin along with it and past the head. You hum as you slip your tongue underneath the soft flesh, hearing him gasp as you circle the tip with your tongue. The wet muscle makes its way around it repeatedly, worshiping it and reveling in the soft and smooth texture. Your tongue makes its way snugly in a little further, before you stroke the skin back to where it was and finally wrap your lips around his cock.
Suguru lets out a low groan, closing his eyes and weaving his fingers into your hair. “That’s it…”
You slowly start to make your way back and forth with your head, sucking eagerly on the manhood of the man who you wanted to impress with every bone in your body. You wanted nothing more than to make sure he felt satisfied; pleasing him would cleanse both your body and soul. You lean forward a bit more, taking him further into your throat with a gag. You stop for a moment, but don’t pull off. He looks down at you with an encouraging gaze and gently strokes his fingers through your hair. “You’re doing great. Just keep going a little further. Take as much of me as you possibly can.”
You nod slightly, squeezing your eyes shut as you place your hands on each of his clothed thighs. The fabric of his robes was incredibly soft, and it helped somewhat serve as a distraction to the burning in your throat. You pull back a little to get one last breath through your nose as you push your mouth further onto his length. His cock slides past your uvula, making you gag once again, but you’re determined to keep going. You slowly continue to sink his erection down your throat, not stopping until your nose brushes against silk. He strokes the back of your head affectionately as he moans, looking back down at you with pride in his gaze. “That’s a good follower. Let my entire cock penetrate you and purify your body.”
You stay there for as long as you can, sucking until your cheeks are hollowed and your face is a dark red from being unable to breathe. Feeling a dizziness start to set in, you pull all the way off in one quick motion before taking in a dramatic inhale. Your saliva starts to drip down your chin and you wipe it away with the back of your hand. Looking up at him, your eyes were glazed over from pure arousal, looking incredibly fucked out without even being pleasured yourself. “Geto-sama…you have such a beautiful cock, I can’t help but worship it.”
He chuckles, amused at your state as he softly strokes a thumb over your cheek. “Thank you. You’ve been doing very well. Keep going, make me cum. I want to watch you swallow it all as my seed purifies you.”
“Yes sir.” You place your lips back onto the reddened and swollen tip, wrapping your fingers around the shaft and stroking as you pick up a rhythm with your mouth. Your other hand shifts from his thigh over to massage his balls, heavy and full with a thick load ready to be released. You continue to work him with both hands, one stroking his cock and one lovingly caressing his balls, as your mouth makes its way back and forth along his eager erection. Suguru moans, louder than any of the ones before, clearly close to the edge and anticipating an orgasm. He lovingly places a hand on the back of your head, pushing ever so slightly but not enough to hurt you.
“Oh, I’m close…don’t stop, don’t stop-”
A choked whine escapes his mouth as he finally releases his hot seed down your throat, multiple ropes of savory cum squirting from his cock, and you swallow each one with a fervor. You continue to suck lightly, intensifying his pleasure, reveling in the liberating feeling of being cleansed by the fluid of the strong. Not a single drop is wasted as you consume his essence, welcoming his acceptance of your submission and obedience. Every moment of his climax was just as euphoric for you as it was for him.
As his breathing stabilizes, you pull off of him slowly, a string of your saliva connecting to his tip and you wipe it away with a thumb. Both of you catch your breath for a minute as you silently gaze at each other, the afterglow present on both of your faces. As sore as your throat was, you needed to thank him for granting you his mercy; clearing your throat, you smile up at him with an adoration in your eyes.
“Thank you, Geto-sama. I’m eternally grateful you were so humble to grant me this opportunity to follow you.”
He smiles softly with that same gentle smile that greeted you when you arrived. “Stand.”
Without hesitation, you follow his command, arising to your feet. “Yes sir.”
“There are a few more things that I need from you before I can call you one of my own, but the signs are already looking to be in your favor. You initially made a good impression on me, and now that you’ve been purified, you’ve proven your loyalty and passion for our beliefs. I look forward to seeing your full potential.”
You beam warmly in response, swelling with pride that you’d passed the initial stages, excited for the steps to come and finally becoming a member of the organization. A brief bow of your head follows.
synopsis: As the end of fall marks the arrival of winter, leaves start to fall to the rainy ground. These leaves, brimming with life and color, end their cycle dull, with no warmth left anymore. What would happen if your relationship with Geto unfolded this way?
word count: 980
We're in the heart of autumn, mid-November. The remaining vibrant leaves were slipping from the branches of the trees, blending with their dull counterparts on the ground. The rain is pounding down hard cleaning and preparing the ground for winter.
My heart was heavy as I prepared to see my boyfriend Geto. We've been together for three years now, three years filled with laughter, happiness, tears, and love. Everything seemed to be going well, at least from my perspective. Our future held so many promises, reaffirming our commitment to each other. But everything changed with a single message.
Geto texted me, asking to meet up at his place saying, "We need to talk, please come by at 7p.m." The type of message that most people feared and makes your heart sink was sitting in my inbox. I was so taken aback that it left me speechless.
As if on autopilot, I made my way to my room to prepare. I gently touched the silver ring on my finger, a concerned expression on my face. With a trembling hand, I grabbed my bag and slowly opened the door of my apartment, ready to leave.
Before I locked the door, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds, knowing that when I returned, I would be a completely different person.
The journey seemed long, tiring, and nerve-wracking. Rain poured down on my black coat as the sky turned darker. The warmth of my hood contrasted with the cold of the water and the wind on my face.
I finally reached Geto's building and dialed his name on the intercom. A repetitive sound echoed until it was suddenly interrupted by Geto.
"It's me." I replied.
"It’s open." he said.
As the door to the building swung open, my heart started pounding rapidly. Every step I took seemed to echo loudly, turning what should have been a short stroll to the second floor into a challenging climb up a mountain. The emptiness around me only intensified the impact of each step.
When I finally made it to his floor, I found his apartment door wide open and him leaning against it. I gave him a little smile, which he returned. I couldn't decipher his expression.
"Come in." he said as I stepped into the living room, guided by his hand resting on the small of my back.
"One latte I guess?" He suggested as I took off my coat.
"Yes, I'd like that please."
I sat down on his couch and looked around. Nothing seemed to have changed since my last visit. I heard the sound of the dishwasher and the coffee machine. Geto came out of the kitchen holding my coffee. He carefully placed it on the table and sat down facing me.
There’s a long moment of silence.
Something had changed in the air. The atmosphere was heavy and electric at the same time. A weight seemed to rest on my shoulders, compressing my lungs, almost suffocating me. I felt like I was being sucked into the sofa, like I was falling into the void. The only source of warmth that could calm me was the cup of coffee. But I could tell what it was by the look on his face. It was soft, sad and yet firm.
"y/n I-"
I stopped him.
"I think I know what you're getting at." I said with a sad smile.
He didn't react at all.
I continued. "Your fleeing eyes, this sudden message... I know you well Geto."
He took a deep breath and reached for my hand.
"I am not happy anymore, I know I have so much affection for you y/n, but this feeling is not as deep as love anymore."
My heart was beating faster and my eyes were watering. I couldn't speak, but so many thoughts flooded my mind. Looking at his hand, I noticed that he was no longer wearing the promise ring we had exchanged weeks ago. His finger was free, ready to move forward, ready to receive another person's precious promises.
Pulling my hand away from him triggered feelings of anger and sadness. I could not stop the silent tears from falling down my cheeks. He looked devastated as his eyes filled with tears too.
"How long have you felt like this Geto?"
"Several weeks."
I see, he must have felt trapped in this relationship.
"I'm sorry y/n, so sorry. I couldn't keep my promise…" he said, tears streaming down his face.
I took the beautiful ring off my finger and placed it in the palm of his hand, which I then closed.
"Thanks for telling me, I hope you’ll find what you're looking for."
He took me in his arms. I couldn't stop my tears as I laid my head on his shoulder. I could hear him crying too as he stroked my head like the old days.
We stayed like this for a few minutes, then, I decided to take my hands off him. I took one last look at his delicate eyes, his lips, his pointy nose, his long beautiful black hair.
"I have to go, Geto." I said, my face just inches from his.
"I know, I just can't let you go."
"You said you wanted to end it, please don't hurt me any more." I begged, my voice trembling.
He nodded and let me get up, gather my things and speak to him one last time.
"Take care of yourself." I said.
He cried. "Take care of yourself too y/n."
I slammed the door and ran down the stairs at a rapid speed. The rain on my face mixed with my tears as I walked away from the building. It finally hit me that three years of happiness had now faded away just like the dead leaves of autumn.
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