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xozombiee · 6 months

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“𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐄!” | S. GETO

✫ | synopsis: going to a halloween party with your friend, only to get high and fucked in a car after eating canes with a hot ass guy dressed as a priest.

notes: need priest geto so bad omfg like i would literally drop to my knees for five minutes w him! this is also heavy based off of seat taker by @/ coconutdays <3

warnings: dub-con? (they’re just a little high but i’m putting the tag just in case), praise :3 (sweet girl, sweetheart, baby, etc), handjob, riding, p in v without protection, geto eats coleslaw, gojo cause he needs his own warning.

partying was never your thing. you hated the smell of booze, the sight of two people grinding against each other while intoxicated made you wanna vomit, and every guy would stare at you like a piece of meat for sale, even the ones in relationships.

not even the infamous satoru gojo’s parties would lull you into going. just the idea of it was so..eugh. gojo was one of the many guys in a frat. him and his other friends were in it, and were mostly known for always filming themselves trying to drink an entire beer keg in one standing.

so it was safe to say you’d never go out to one. at least until now.

you stand outside a house that blared muffled music out to the streets. the purple cheerleading outfit (the one from jennifer’s body) you wore started to feel tight against your skin. any self confidence you once had started to fade when you took a single glance at the house.

the sound of your friends voice pulled you from your trance, the high pitched sound coming from behind you.

“girl, you’re gonna be fine!” she reassures, though the gleam of mischief in her eye wasn’t that reassuring. “i even got you a bodyguard in case i end up leaving with my man.”

you raise a brow, trying to think of who this bodyguard was. it had to be someone who wouldn’t be drinking. then it clicked. “oh, god. you’re forcing ‘nami to babysit me?” you frown.

she giggles, the feathers on her fembot costume swaying as she did. “he said he’s cool with it! he only comes cause haibara forces him to anyways.” she grins.

an internal groan filled your head as you squeezed your eyes shut. maybe you could pretend to be sick. that could work. nanami would probably fall for it and take you home.

before you could even begin to start pretending to feel ill, your friend grabs your hand. she drags you toward the house with a frightening pace. you wanted to protest, but figure there was no point in it anymore.

when you enter the house, all you see are crowds of people standing. some danced along to the music, which you appreciated that it was actually good.

as your friend drags you through the house, you end up in the kitchen. it’s filled with people either taking shots, smoking, or talking. your friend pours two cups of pink whitney before adding a bit of sprite into it. she hands it to you with a smile. “lighten up!” she says.

drinking your nerves wouldn’t be so bad, but someone would have to take the two of you home. nanami would already be handling haibara since they were roommates, so there was really no one else.

you take light sips out of your cup. the sprite wasn’t mixed well with the vodka, making you cringe on the inside. the sound of the music transitioning makes your friends eyes light up.

“I love this song!” she shouts before she quickly grabs your hand and starts to pull you to where everyone was dancing.

in the process of being dragged by her tiny figure on light speed mode, you accidentally bump into someone. your drink spills out of your cup onto them. with widening eyes, your gaze switches to an infamous white haired male.

of course you would be the one to spill your drink on satoru gojo.

you quickly apologize as your friend rushes back to the kitchen to grab a hand towel. when she comes back, she pats it at his bare skin that held suspenders along his shoulders. “i’m so sorry! it was my fault.” she apologizes once more.

a firefighter costume..honestly, what did you expect?

gojo takes in your friends appearance, smirking slightly to himself. “it’s alright, sweetheart. don’t sweat it.” he reassures.

you roll your eyes at his words. before you can make a snarky comment about his bad flirting, the sound of a low voice comes from behind gojo.

“having fun, satoru?” he asks with a raised brow.

the person wore a priest outfit, hair half up into a bun while the rest hung around his shoulders. you almost choke on your almost-empty drink at the sight.

gojo grins at his friend, “yeah. you?”

the man sighs, glancing at your friend. “if i had known all you needed was someone to spill a drink on you so you’d stop pouting, i would’ve done it twenty minutes ago.”

the white haired male laughs before bending down to your friends ear. he whispers something that causes her to giggle and nod her head in reply. she discards the small towel onto the kitchen island before attempting to turn to you.

“go get nanami! i’ll find you guys when i’m done!” she shouts as she gets dragged away toward the crowd of people dancing.

you watch them with disdain held in your gaze. it only took five minutes before she was whisked away. you’re not surprised though, any girl would’ve fell for that spell. even you.

“so, you’re friends with kento?”

swallowing the last drop of vodka, you glance at the priest-dressed man in front of you. “yeah. well, i have english with him. we became close friends when we got assigned a project together.” you answer.

he hums, nodding in amusement. “oh. you like him?” he asks out of curiosity.

you furrow your brows, shaking your head. “no, no. i mean, ‘nami’s handsome, but i’m not actively trying to pursue him or anything.” you reassure, feeling nervous underneath this guys gaze.

a laugh falls from his lips in reply to you. the song transitions, and he glances at you.

“wanna dance?”

your eyes widen a bit, brows furrowing in confusion. “me? now?”

he approaches slowly, taking one of the shots left unattended on the counter. “yes, you. the one dressed as a cheerleader. very cliche, by the way.” he teases.

scoffing, you place your cup onto the counter. “coming from the guy dressed as a priest. i’m dressed as jennifer check, by the way.” you retort before walking towards the crowd.

he follows you like a lost puppy, squeezing through the same gaps as you did. when you eventually find a spot in the crowd, you turn to see him there too.

feeling the amount of alcohol start to kick in, you let the music take over your senses. you sing along to the lyrics, some of it barely audible to hear since other people were doing the same.

“SHE DONT WANNA STRIP NO MORE, DONT WANNA HIT THAT POLE!” you shout, giggling a little when your words fumble.

the man in front of you grins, watching you bounce like you’re at a rave. more people begin to join the crowd causing you to stumble into some people behind you.

a hand latches onto you when someone takes a step back and almost makes you fall forward. your eyes meet the priest-dressed man, giving him an embarrassed look.

“you alright?” he asks, helping you stand fully.

you nod in reply, “yeah, thanks.”

when the songs over, there’s a pause within the music as it transitions. you glance at the dark-haired man.

“what’d you say your name was?”

he meets your gaze, “i didn’t. it’s suguru geto.” he answers.

you let out a small ‘oh’ when his name lingers in your head. it sounded familiar. “i’m-”

“i already know.” he interjects with a grin.

a worried look paints your face as you stare at him. geto almost laughs, but bites it back. “i only know because i have english with you, too.”

english? when was he..oh. he was in your english class.

“i’m sorry— i didn’t realize that was you.” you apologize, feeling guilty despite only ever seeing the back of his head. and it was usually in a bun.

he waves it off, “it’s fine.”

when a new song starts to play, your feet ache as you try to move. scrunching your nose up in pain, you glance at geto. “wanna get out of..this?” you ask, gesturing to the people around you.

he smiles and nods before taking your hand. geto leads you out of the crowd, dragging you to a less packed area. as you walked, slowly, you realize how big the frat house was.

geto leads you outside to the pool area where some people sat around. they all were either smoking, or just hanging out and enjoying the cool autumn air.

the dark-haired man sits you down onto the pool chairs. he sits across from you on the one beside it, grabbing your ankles. he takes off the uncomfortable boots (that you purchased for costume accuracy) slowly. setting them on the ground beside you, he lets your feet sit on his knees.

“better?” he asks.

you nod at him, “yeah. thanks.”

he gives you a smile in response. “we can switch if you want. i’ll let you wear mine for the rest of the night.” he offers.

one of your brows raise as you glance at his feet sitting on the ground. “i dunno if your feet will fit in my boots.”

geto laughs, “satoru and i are the same size, so i’ll take one of his.”

a small ‘oh’ falls from your lips, not thinking of that. glancing back at geto, your head tilts onto your shoulder.

“how’d you even become friends with him anyway?” you ask out of curiosity. “you don’t seem like the type to hang around him.”

“i don’t seem like the type?” geto questions with an amused expression. “well, if that’s the case, you haven’t really met me then, sweetheart.”

you let out an exaggerated sound of disgust, making geto laugh. “me and satoru have been friends since primary school. been stuck together ever since.”

“ohh..so you’re like besties?” you ask, giving him a grin. “how cute.”

geto rolls his eyes, matching your grin. “more like a brother. his family is kinda..rough, so i hope to bring some comfort for him.”

you nod in understanding. having someone like geto seemed nice. he seemed like the type you could be free around, which is what gojo probably needed from his silver spoon family. you’d hoped to do the same for your friends as geto did his.

the silence between the two of you feels calm. it’s not awkward, like you’d expected.

that was until a certain blue eyed male comes outside and interrupts.

“suguru!” he coos, coming over to the pool chairs with a blunt in one hand, lighter in the other.

your eyes widen a bit when you realize he was alone. where the hell was your friend who he just walked away with thirty minutes ago?

“where the hell is she, gojo?” you ask with a worried look.

the white haired man glances at you as he thinks. the nonchalance on his face then turns to a grin when he realizes, a small ‘oh’ falling from him.

“she’s with shoko.” he replies carelessly.

you sigh in relief, your body relaxing against the chair. your eyes dart over to gojo once more as his lighter flicks against his thumb.

when the flame ignites, he pulls the small torch to the blunt between his lips. he inhales it slowly before exhaling, watching the smoke fall from his mouth.

he passes it to geto, who glances at you as he brings it close to his lips. “you smoke?”

you’d smoked before, but it wasn’t something you did all the time. you always preferred edibles over inhaling the smoke since you’d embarrass yourself with a fit of coughs.

shaking your head, you politely decline. “i do, just don’t really like it. thanks though.”

you watch gojo pout a little at your refusal. “aw, come on, babe. just one hit.”

geto hits him softly, “she said no, satoru. don’t force her.”

a sudden feeling of anxiety began to pick at your nerves. you extend your hand to geto, gesturing to the blunt. he looks at you with confusion.

“i’ll do it just once.” you assure him.

he hesitantly passes it to you, watching as you bring it your lips. you inhale it slowly, that familiar burn scratching at your throat. pulling it away from your lips, you slowly exhale and manage to not choke yourself to death.

“atta girl.” gojo grins, coming over to take the blunt from your hand.

as he does so, you swallow harshly to hopefully relieve the pressure in your throat. geto spares you a glance. he nudges your foot to get you to look at him. “you good?”

you nod in reply, “mhm. s’just been awhile.”

geto nods, looking over at gojo who was smoking it like a pro. the white haired male passes it to him once more, the blunt moving into his long fingers. geto leans over to you before inhaling it. he pulls it back from his lips after a long hit, blowing the smoke into your face.

“that better?”

you nod slowly, eyes taking a glance at his lips. “still prefer edibles..but yeah, that isn’t bad.” you reply.

he grins, pulling away. geto turns his head to gojo, raising his brows as he takes another, smaller hit. “you still got them gummies from the other night?”

gojo nods, “yeah, they’re in my room.”

“go get ‘em for her.”

the other male raises a brow before getting up and doing as asked, walking off back toward the house. you watch him move quickly, as if ready to get back to the two of you.

turning your attention back to geto, you give him a small smile. “didn’t take you for a smoker either.”

“oh? how so?”

you shrug, looking over at the pool as the lights lit up underneath the surface. the blue hue it held was bright. “just a hunch i was having. too bad i was wrong though.”

he matches your small smile, looking down at his lap. “well, you’re not that far off. i don’t smoke like satoru. any time he gets pissed off, he’s gotta have a smoke. he swears it’s not an issue though..”

a small giggle falls from you as the sliding door to the pool area opens again. gojo appears and approaches the two of you with a small strawberry flavored gummy bag in hand. he waves it before passing it to you.

“anything else, my liege?” he asks geto, making the darker haired man chuckle.

gojo plops down beside you as you open the bag. the small gummies have a strong scent that immediately hits your nose. gojo beats you, putting his hand into the bag as it sits in your lap.

he pulls one out, popping it into his mouth. you mirror his actions, placing your own on your tongue. the sweetness takes over the ache in your throat, causing your tastebuds to go crazy. you go to grab another before gojo stops you, giving you a look.

“not too much, sweetheart. i can tell you’re a lightweight.” he says, sounding more harsh than he probably intended.

geto glances at him, “she’s fine, satoru. she can’t get high off one.”

you raise a brow at the white haired male, keeping eye contact with him as you dig back through the bag and pull another out. you open your mouth, bringing the sweet treat to your tongue. gojo watches it sit between your teeth before you close your mouth and begin to chew it.

as the two start to talk, you tune their voices out and look around in a daydream. the edibles start to kick in and you feel a little dizzy, which was normal for you when you got high.

a loud crash from inside the house interrupts them, and gojo gets up with a huff. “if these assholes broke my shit, i swear to god—” he mutters as he walks away.

geto glances back at him with a chuckle, the blunt between his lips (though it’s now smaller). he turns to you, watching your dilated pupils stare into his.

“you feelin’ it?”

you manage to nod in reply, making him flash his cat-like grin. “figured. satoru always gets the strong stuff.” he laughs.

an ache begins to run though you as he speaks. your back feels uncomfortable in the slouched position you’re in, and your legs are going numb from the odd position on top of getos thighs. you take your phone out of the pocket in your skirt, looking at the time.

“shit. it’s late.” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

geto glances at you, taking one last hit before pushing the bud into the metal of the pool chair to extinguish the fire. “you need a ride home?” he offers.

shaking your head, you shrug. “probably. i dunno where my friend is or when she plans on leaving.” you sigh.

he gently moves your feet from his lap, standing up with a small stretch. “i’ll take ya’ home. let me go grab a pair of satoru’s shoes and we can go, yeah?” he says, meeting your gaze.

you nod in reply, watching him enter the house. it only takes a few minutes before he returns, his black shoes held in his hands while he wore a white pair on his feet. when he approaches, he bends back down to your level, slipping his shoes onto your smaller feet.

he ties them as tight as he can so they won’t slip off as you walk. once he’s done, he stands, grabbing your boots in the process.

geto extends a hand to you, “let’s go.”

you take it, lifting yourself up from the chair. he leads you back into the house, pushing past some people to get to the front door.

the front yard doesn’t have as many cars in front of it as it did when you first got here. geto walks with you along the grass as he heads toward a black car with tinted windows.

he opens the passenger door for you, extending it so you have room to enter. you laugh as he slightly bows when you climb into the car. a moment passes before he reaches the drivers side, getting in himself.

when the car starts, you take in the inside of it. he kept it clean. there wasn’t any trash (except for a gum wrapper in the cup holder), and it smelt nice. you hum as his heated seats begin to warm your skin.

a soft tap at your thigh breaks you from your daze. you glance at geto with a half-lidded gaze as he holds his phone.

“what’s your address, babe?” he says quietly, not threatening to go an octave above what his voice was at.

you take his phone, slowly typing in the address before handing it back to him. he nods to himself, setting the phone onto the phone mount at his dashboard.

the car begins to move, and your eyes watch as the houses leaves your line of vision. getos music plays in the car at a low volume. you hum along to it, watching the street lights as you pass them.

“it’s only one. wanna go get something to eat?”

you turn your head to glance at geto. eating sounded good. really good actually. but you didn’t bring your wallet.

“i don’t have any money on me.” you reply.

geto chuckles, “i didn’t ask if you had money, i asked if you wanted food.” he says.

a feeling of warmth spread within you at his words. was food the way to your heart? ..possibly. you smile at him, eyes scanning his figure.

“fine, but don’t go to taco bell. they gave me food poisoning last week.”

he turns his head, giving you an amused expression. “noted. i was thinking more of canes anyway. that good with you?”

you nod in reply, leaning forward to turn the music up. childish gambinos voice plays out the speakers, your head moving to the beat.

turning to geto, you lip-sync to the song. he smiles at you, watching the way you lean closer to him from across the console.

“you always act like this when you’re high?”

giving him a small pout, you roll your eyes. “i’m barely high.”

“so you just act like this?” he shoots back.

“no.”

you enter town, the car driving by multiple buildings and restaurants. geto takes a left into the canes parking lot, driving toward the ordering speakers. a few buzzes from your phone catch your attention. you look at your notifications to see your friend spamming you with texts.

favorite slut<3 : WHERE ARE YOU?????

favorite slut<3: oh nvm satoru said you went with geto

favorite slut<3: OKK I SEE U🫣

you roll your eyes at her texts. fingers typing back quickly, you reply to ease her previous worries.

you: i’m good

you: also ‘satoru’??? u guys fuck lmfao?

she starts to text back after you hit send. she was probably going to go on a whole rant about gojo. a hand brushes your thigh again, causing you to glance up once more.

“what you want, hun?” geto asks, one hand on the steering wheel as he glances at you.

your brain goes quiet for a moment before you realize what he was asking. “uh- the three finger combo is good. get me some water with it.”

“you sure? i’ll get anything you want.”

if you had no self respect, you’d be dripping right now.

“mhm.” you hum. “that’s all i want.”

he moves back toward the window, saying the order to the worker. your phone buzzes again, but you don’t feel like answering at the moment.

geto pulls the car toward the window, sliding his card to the worker. they were surprisingly quick with your food, giving geto the bag as soon as he pulled up.

he hands it to you, thanking the worker before driving off. his eyes search for an empty parking space before slotting the car into one. he parks the car, turning to you as you sort through the bag.

you open one of the boxes, seeing a serving of coleslaw in the corner. with a disgusted expression, you turn to geto. “oh, you’re a freak. coleslaw? absolutely not.”

geto rolls his eyes, taking the box from you. “you gotta dip the bread into it. that’s what makes it taste good.” he defends.

“nuh uh.”

“fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? i’m right.” he replies, matching your look of disdain.

you try to hold up a front, but fail as you giggle. “whatever.”

“no, seriously. just try it.”

he hands you a piece of his bread, coleslaw topping it. your face scrunches up in disgust as you take it from him. taking it into your mouth, you chew it quickly before swallowing it.

geto looks at you with anticipation. you glance at him with a defeated gaze.

“fine..it’s okay.” you admit, making him smile. “i’m still not eating that shit though.”

he laughs, “i won’t force you to.”

after sharing another giggle, the two of you eat in silence momentarily. you chew a piece of chicken, glancing at geto. the cross necklace he wore lowly hung from his neck. it shined in the streetlight next to the parking lot.

“what made you wanna go as a priest?” you ask.

he takes a sip of his drink as he thinks. “satoru and i dared each other to wear embarrassing costumes.”

you hum, stifling a laugh. “so the firefighter was your idea?”

“mhm. it was the cringiest in the store. well, besides the sexy pirate one.”

laughing, you take your own sip from your drink. “oh? that would’ve been a sight to see.”

he nods in agreement, watching you smile. you hold his gaze for a moment before looking back at the plate of food in your lap.

“i think the priest is a good look on you. definitely not something you would ever actually be though.” you say, a ghost of a smile on your lips.

geto raises a brow at you, “you think it’s a good look?” he asks.

you roll your eyes playfully. “do i need to repeat myself?”

he discards his plate into the plastic bag, shrugging a little. “the cheerleader is a good look on you, too.” he replies.

a wave of embarrassment rises to your chest. you glance at him, fidgeting with your cup. “you think?”

leaning back against his seat, he turns his head to you. his eyes look you up and down. “yeah. it’s cute.”

you slowly move closer to him, elbows resting on the console. your eyes drop to his lips, a small smirk on your own. “is that why you asked me to dance? thought i was cute?”

he copies your actions, leaning down toward you. your noses almost brushed as he looked down with his hazy, red eyes. “what’d you think, sweetheart?” he answers.

with a face as hot as the sun, you lean forward to connect your lips to his. they feel smooth against yours, the taste of his soda coming onto your taste buds.

one of his hands moves to your jaw, pressing you closer to him. he threads the other through your hair, feeling the texture between his fingertips. you let out a soft whimper when his tongue prods into you mouth for an opening.

you pull away for some air, inhaling quickly before moving to his neck. his flesh was burning on your warm lips. geto lets out a groan in response to you tugging onto the black dress shirt he wore to get better access to his neck.

“baby— hold on, yeah?” he says breathlessly.

geto moves away, hands falling to your hips. he pulls you into his lap, your legs dragging across the car as you sat above him. one of his hands move to push the seat back a bit to give you more room.

you waste no time to attach your lips to his neck again. he lets out another noise when you nip the skin between his shoulder and neck. you drop your hands from his waist, moving toward his belt.

pulling away, you look up at him. “can i?” you whisper.

he nods quickly, huffing like he’d just ran a mile. you undo his belt, listening to it jingle as you push it to the side. your hands dip into the waistband of his underwear, feeling the hardness of his cock underneath it.

geto squeezes your hips when you run your fingers over it, grazing over the tip. you warm him up a bit before pulling it out from the boxers he wore. he was big, bigger than you would’ve expected.

as you start to pump it gradually, geto hisses quietly. his precum oozes from the tip, soaking your palm. soft moans from geto fill the car, making the uneasy feeling in your stomach transfer to the cotton panties you wore.

he shook in your grasp, his fist bundling up the cloth of your costume. geto let’s out shuddered breaths and shaky moans when you speed up. his hips move upward into your palm, his eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure took over.

you can feel him get close as he twitches in your hand. he looks up at you when you release him, his eyes blown out with lust. you move closer to him, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

his fingers move underneath the skirt of your costume. he palms the front of your underwear, feeling the slick you held. “oh, sweet girl. i haven’t even done anything to you.” he coos.

the cool air hits your cunt when he steadily pulls them off after getting permission. he kneads the flesh of your thighs, looking up at you in admiration.

“you sure you wanna do this? we don’t have to, y’know?” he mutters.

a smile forms at your lips, feeling your heart swell a little. you give him a nod before leaning down and pressing your lips with his.

geto moves your hips closer to his, running two of his fingers across your slit. a shuddered moan falls from you and into his lips. he uses the slick to prep himself, rubbing it along his length.

he pulls away from you, moving his lips to your ear. “i’m goin’ in, ‘kay?”

you give him another nod as he aligns his tip with your entrance. when he pushes in a little, you let out a small sigh. inch by inch, he fully slides into your pussy as his hands caged around your hips.

the dark-haired man lets you adjust to his size for a moment, brushing the hair out of your face while you looked down at him with furrowed brows.

“it’s okay, baby. take your time.” he whispers, caressing your cheek.

god, does he even realize what he’s doing?

once you give him the ‘ok’ to keep going, you lift your hips slowly before easing back onto him. you watch him firsthand as his mouth drops open and his eyes rolling back as a broken moan pushed past his lips.

it was filthy and euphoric, and it made you lift your hips again and slam back down just to hear him moan. geto’s body trembled, his grip on your hips tightening as he surrendered to the pleasure taking over his body.

“suguru..” you whisper, mouth dropping as he manages to brush the sweet spot inside you without even trying.

one of his hands come back to your face, gripping your jaw to pull you down to him. he shoves your lips into his, a groan falling from him.

"so fucking perfect." geto manages to say between kisses, and you reward him with a squeeze of your pussy, making him lose the rhythm of his thrusts.

the intensity of the moment heightened as his grip tightened on your skin, his kiss silencing you completely. with each desperate thrust of his hips, he struggled to maintain the little bit of control he had.

he moves his thumb to rub at your clit, and the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges against that one spot that has you falling apart on top of him with a loud cry. your orgasm hits you hard and geto can’t hold it in any longer. he fucks into you for another minute, eyes squeezed shut as he groans out your name.

your pussy milks him dry, and he fills you up to the brim—to the point where you could feel him leak out of you. the both of you pause, your hands resting on his chest as you catch your breath.

geto rubs smooth circles into your hips, huffing out as you did too. “you alright, baby?” he asks, looking up at you.

you nod, catching your breath before leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “v’never came that quick before.” you murmur.

he smiles a little, running a hand into your hair. “wanna see if i can do it again?”

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ᴀɢᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ.

“I can’t do this.”

You hadn’t taken your eyes off Damian as he’d got up to get another drink. You’d watched as he spoke with the bartender, you’d watched as the gorgeous blonde he was now talking to had walked up with her perky boobs and glistening gaze. You’d continued to watch as she flipped her hair and bat her lashes, ever passing second practically tearing at your chest as the pain caused tears to burn beneath your waterline.

You knew you weren’t ready for this before you’d even entered the bar, but as you saw his face, the smile you used to see every day, all the fear melted away. You’d thought maybe you could be around each other without it hurting you.

You finally pulled your gaze away from their burning hold on Damian’s form, instantly locking with Rhea’s sapphire hues as she sat slumped into the booth with her forearm wrapped around Dominik’s shoulders; lazily playing with the ends of his mullet.

“I have to go.”

“Oh come on, she’s not his type.”

Dominik scoffed as he casually cast his gaze around you and in Damian's direction, shaking his head as he brought his attention back to you.

“He’s not gonna waste his time on her, there’s no need to get jealous.”

Rhea’s palm slapped down against Dominik’s chest, her features morphing into a ‘shut up you idiot’ facial expression as her brows raised. A small wince parting his lips as he mouths out the word ‘what’.

“I’m not jealous!”

You snap. Your voice breaks slightly as you bolt upright off your stool, your eyes dropping down to meet Rhea’s as you inhale a staggered breath.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.”

You don’t even give Rhea the chance to object before you turn away from the table, hurrying in the direction of the door. Why had you picked the table at the back of the bar? There was no way past Damian without him seeing you leave.

“She’s had break ups before, what the hell is her problem?”

Dominik grumbled as he rested his head back against Rhea’s shoulder, peeking up at her through his lashes as he watched her watch you leave.

“Not like this.”

She replied. Rhea knew just how much you’d been struggling with not having Damian in your life as much anymore. You’d confided in her when the pain started to display itself and as things got worse, Rhea had been doing her best to keep your mind off things.

You didn’t intend to make eye contact with Damian as you passed him. You didn’t want to make up some fake story as to why you were leaving and you didn’t want to be stuck seeing him with another woman longer than you had to.

Dropping your gaze to the ground just as you were about to pass him, you gasp quietly to yourself as the blondes heel comes into view. There was no way to stop yourself from falling, you’d tripped before you could even find your footing and it was inevitable that you were about to hit the ground.

Your knees hit the floor before you could stop them, the hardwood causing a tremor to vibrate up your spine as your palm stretched out to brace your fall. You could already feel the color that cloaked your cheeks as you processed what had just happened, complete embarrassment washing over you as you fumbled to your feet.

“Y/N.”

Damian’s palm was around your waist and he was encouraging you to your feet before you could tell him not to, the concern on his face as he towered over your tiny frame only tugging at your heartstrings even more as your palms began to push him away.

“Don’t Damian. Please, just..”

Your words fell short as you stepped out of his hold, your glimmering hues refusing to look up in search of his own.

“Don’t.”

You were already walking away as you whisper, a soft sigh parting your lips as your hands curl into each other and your nails pressed into your palms until your knuckles turned white.

You could feel the tears burning your eyes as you slipped between the group of people blocking the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the cold air as the first bead dropped onto your cheek.

How could you have been so stupid as to think that seeing Damian with someone else would be easy? He still meant the world to you and there was no way that just being friends would have worked out.

Bringing your palm to your face in attempts to dry the river of tears that had begun to fall down your cheeks, you inhale a staggered breath. The wind ripped at your throat as the cool air filled your lungs, making your undeniable pain worse with each breath.

You’d blissfully ignored the sound of bar door opening and closing behind you as a yellow cab pulled to a halt at the curb, your projection towards the awaiting vehicle stopping abruptly as a broad palm clasped itself around your wrist.

“Y/N, don’t go.”

Damian’s voice was still like music to your ears as you froze in place, the deep tone almost soothing as his hold tightened to keep you in place.

Why couldn’t he have just let you go?

Shaking your head gently as you tried your best to pull yourself free from his grasp, you let your eyelids fall closed in hope your tears would stop themselves behind the barrier.

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Damian. I just want to go home.”

You didn’t want to risk hurting yourself as Damian’s hold didn’t falter around your wrist, finally giving in to his silent pleading and slowly turning to face him. Your eyes still closed tight as you stopped under Damian’s gaze, you ignored the cursing leaving the open cab window.

“Yeah, vete a la mierda. Sal de aquí.”

Damian heckled after the cab as it screeched out of its spot on the sidewalk, his middle finger easing skyward before his full attention turned back to you. His large palm curling under your chin, he gently raised your head so he could see you.

“Open your eyes, princesa.”

It was like a switch flicked in your subconscious as his words played over in your mind, your eyelids snapping open before you could stop them. The words chirping past your lips as your palm yanked free from Damian’s other palm.

“You can’t call me that anymore, Damian.”

Your palms instantly moved to your biceps as a cold breeze blew through the street, a small tremor vibrating through your body as you fought back a shiver.

“Why not?”

He questioned as you stepped around his muscular frame in search of somewhere to shelter from the chill, his giant form shifting as he quickly followed after you.

“Why not?”

You scoffed under your breath. Your lips twitched into a soft smile as you dipped into a small alley beside the bar, turning back to face him just as he submerged into the shadows behind you.

“Because we’re friends right?”

Your tone was scoffed, almost a little snarky as your palms dropped from your biceps and to your sides.

“That’s what you and I are. Just friends.”

Damian’s brows furrow slightly as he watches your expression shift. Were you getting angry at him, he wondered as his forearms crossed over his chest with a raised brow.

“I mean, that’s what we decided, right?”

There was a sunken sadness in Damian’s tone as his brow arched a little higher, his shoulder falling to lean against the alley wall as he let his gaze wander over the outfit you’d chosen to wear.

“Yeah.”

You sigh softly.

“Yeah, that’s what we decided.”

It had been months since you’d mutually ended your relationship with Damian. So much time had passed and yet you hadn’t quite figured out how to move on and do as you’d both agreed and even though at the time it made sense, you hadn’t managed to get it together enough to find someone new.

“So..”

Your gaze lifted to finally meet Damian’s. The corners of his lips twitching into a playful grin as your brows knit together in confusion.

“So?”

“So what does that have to do with why I can’t call you princesa hmm?”

You could feel your cheeks flush a soft crimson as you flash back to how it made you feel when Damian spoke Spanish. Your fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you dropped your head to hide your embarrassment.

It was so easy to lose yourself with Damian, his energy and his humor always found a way to make you blush.

“You just… you just can’t, Damian. Okay.”

You were looking back into the depths of Damian’s gaze as the words left your lips, your throat feeling tighter again as you remember just why you’d tried to avoid him in the first place.

“Maybe you should just go back to your new friend. She seems more your speed these days.”

“And what does that mean?”

Damian snaps.

Truthfully this was the first girl you’d seen him with since you’d split and you had no idea what ‘his speed’ was, but you couldn’t forget the way she’d looked at him. How she practically glowed.

The burning ache in your chest you’d experienced as you’d watched him move on so easily returned as you shook your head, your voice coming out in a harsh tone as you searched for an easy way past Damian’s monstrous frame.

“You don’t seem to be struggling with letting me go, so I don’t want to stand in your way. Go back to your pretty little bimbo, Damian. Go fall in love and forget all about me.”

You knew he wasn't going to let you pass, but if you were going to get away from him and feel your feelings in peace, you had to try. Ducking around Damian’s tall form, you grumble to yourself as you feel his palm around your wrist once more. Keeping you hidden in the shadows at his side.

“Damian please, just let me go home. I can't…”

Your breath caught in your chest as you tried to pull free, the burn of tears finding themselves bubbling beneath the surface once more.

How many times were you going to cry in front of him tonight?

“You can't what, Y/N?”

“I can't keep pretending.”

You blurt out. Spinning on your heels to peer up at Damian through thick damp lashes. A few stray tears breaking over your waterline and slowly cascading your cheeks as you try to swallow the word vomit that was about to erupt from your chest.

“I can't keep lying to myself. To everyone. I know we said we'd just be friends, that things would be okay, but I can’t keep doing this Damian. I’ve tried, I promise I've tried, but I can’t pretend anymore.”

You could see the hurt as it grew on Damian’s face, his features contorting into what could almost be described as pain as he just stood and watched you continue with the blurb of words that seemed almost backed in regret.

“I’m forcing myself everyday not to touch you. Not to run into your arms and beg you to just hold me like you used to, to make it all the hurt go away. To heal my heart and make it easier for me to let you go.”

The tears that cascaded your cheeks had become stronger, each drop burning against your skin. Looking up into Damian’s eyes as he towered over you. Seeing him speechless as you blurted out each word only made it harder to stop.

“I sit at home missing you. Wishing you'd call and praying I'm awake to answer it. We took this break to figure out what we truly wanted, to figure out if it was all worth it. Well I know what I want, Damian. I don't need another night to sleep on it.”

Your petite frame took a small step forward as if controlled by an external force, pulling you closer to him with every passing second. Your slender fingers tracing up the expanse of his chest as you swallowed back the desire to keep from crying as hard as you could.

“I think about you all the time. When I’m trying to fall asleep, the moment I wake up. Damian you are on my mind constantly and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t know how much longer I can stay apart from you.”

“Don’t say what you can’t take back, princesa.”

You didn’t even bother to fight him on his choice of words this time, your doe-like gaze fixed on the corners of his lips as he fought back a soft smile. He knew what was coming, what you were about to say, but he needed to hear it from your lips. He needed you to be the one to instigate the statement, because the second he broke and took you into his arms, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.

“— Damian.”

Your throat was thick, the air struggling to escape your lungs as your fingertips traced along the stubble that lined his jaw. Your damp cheeks glistening beneath the moonlight as his thumb glazed over the tears in attempts to dry them all up.

“Y/N.”

He uttered. The desire to pull you close and press his lips against your own burning at the back of his mind as the skin beneath your fingertips tingled.

“Damian, I love you.”

It took less than a breath for Damian’s lips to find yours, the warmth of his kiss washing over you like wildfire as his broad palms found their way around your frame, settling in the small of your back as you threw your arms around his neck. Your bodies morph into one as he draws you closer, attempting to remove all space between you even though none remained.

Having his form press against you once more as your lips moved in perfect unison, you could help the soft hum that vibrated from your chest. Your slender fingers winding into Damian’s hair as he attempted to pull you even closer to his chest, his large palms undoubtedly leaving purple blemishes beneath his fingertips as he gripped tighter around your hip bones.

“I’ve missed you.”

You purr softly against Damian’s lips as you pull back only slightly to fill your lungs with air, the tip of your nose gently gliding across his jaw as you push up on your tiptoes to keep that warmth of his breath upon your face.

Thick lashes fluttering open as you peer up at the tall Adonis, you smile sheepishly as your lower lip rolls between your teeth.

You’d hoped one day you’d be back in Damian’s arms, his warmth radiating over you as he held you against him. You fit perfectly and it just made sense for you to be together.

Leaning into Damian’s hold as his broad palm cradled around your cheek, you let your lids flutter closed once more as the sweetness in his tone flooded your eardrums.

“You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed you, princesa. There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t had Finn talking me off a ledge. Tonight was… well she was nothing. I was just trying to do what we agreed and it felt terrible.”

Damian’s thumb gently traced against the apples of your cheek as he beamed down at you, drinking in every inch of your face as if it was the first time he was seeing it. Burning each blink into his memory so as to not forget it.

“I didn’t want to seem rude, but flirting with that girl as you sat mere feet away from me made me realize just how much I wanted you. Not her.”

His other palm cupped around your jaw so he could tilt your head up to meet his gaze, his thumbs catching the flush of your cheeks as you melted into his eyes.

“You’re the one baby, I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anyone else. I just need you.”

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