Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

It's just a nightmare

My dreams were a conundrum, strange. Usually, they revolved around how wonderful it would feel to wrap my slender fingers around (F/N) waist, how easy it was to mold my body and fit (F/N) shape like the missing piece of me that could only be placed by her. (F/N) presence filled the void in a way I never knew was possible. It was as if her shape, fitting perfectly against mine, was the missing piece I had been searching for all along. Each night, as I drifted off to sleep, I found myself immersed in vivid dreams. In these dreams, every story had a beginning, an end, or an exhilarating race to a finish line. Each time, I was captivated, feeling my breath quicken as the dream unfolded before me. Then, it happened – a spark, a glimmer of light, as her radiant smile illuminated the dream world.

This dream had started differently. The image would break through my vision of the two of us swimming naked in an oasis. The water was the lightest shade of blue I could only imagine, shimmering in the morning sun, but in the deepest part was that smirk with one eyebrow raised. It could be so obvious that I wanted to hold and caress her. To be honest, I wanted to get my dick in between those legs and take what was mine. She giggled as she swam closer and let me wrap my hands around her tiny Waist. "Satoru, how are we connected?" I made my eyes soft for a split second, her pink lips just waiting for a kiss, but her question distracted me from wanting her mouth. "Connected, baby?" She had made a noise like my response was stupid or she found amusement in what I'd said.

I didn't see my eyes or my face. Still, I always assumed that whatever look was upon them was one of deep desire and love that was so pure I had never before thought about what true happiness could feel like. Her kiss was an act of divine perfection, and I don't think I will ever in my life feel the same way again. "Tell me." she breathed, her head laying comfortably on my chest, wrapped up in my arms that didn't want her to go. "Tell you what?" My breath tickled her neck; I could see her thinking before she lifted her chin to gaze at me. Those eyes, that grin, the way her chest pushed out; everything was for me. She asked again, her expression serious as she looked into my eyes. There was no hint of malice in her voice, only a sincere desire for connection and the truth. "How are we connected?" she asked, her eyes searching mine. "Connection, huh?" I pondered aloud as I pulled her into a tight embrace.

Can't we just stay here and be in paradise?" It was such a sweet escape, a little haven where time seemed to stand still, and all we could feel was complete contentment. The gentle water ebbed and flowed over our bare skin as we held each other, savoring every moment. "Yes," she whispered softly, her breath matching the rhythm of the ocean. "This is what I was made to do." As she spoke, a sense of peace washed over us, and I held on to the perfect dream so hard, with all my might, praying that it would go on and never stop, but... She pulls from me, splashing my torso as she strokes forward, urging me to chase her in the warm ocean waters. I make haste with my thrusting feet and clench my torso with force. But she is much quicker than me, and I can see her laughing. There is always a struggle between us; the teases that we both are. Even in our dreams, that fight would never end, and there was nothing I wanted more. (F/N) glides on her back, her long (H/C) hair flowing over her shoulders and down her stomach that is slick, smooth, and fit so damn well to the lines of my palms and fingertips that just couldn't stop themselves. Her breasts rose out of the water and fell to a relaxed state that brought life to my already raging libido, and I was hard in an instant.

The atmosphere shifted abruptly, and a sensation I hadn't experienced since the near-fatal encounter with Toji washed over me. What was this feeling again? The fear of being unable to bring my innermost desires to fruition or the dread of losing control over everything. Fear was repulsive, but I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of unease. Every instinct in my being urged me to draw her near, indicating something terribly amiss.As I extended my hand, I could feel the warmth of her presence tantalizingly close yet frustratingly out of my grasp. Frantically, I implored, "Baby, please come closer," but my voice wavered uncertainly, betraying my growing desperation. In that moment, her gaze pierced through me, as if she saw a part of me that was unfamiliar or perhaps unrecognizable. A sense of foreboding crept over me as I inched nearer, struggling against a disorienting sensation of weightlessness. Suddenly, the tranquil blue waters transformed, their gentle ripples taking on a dark, unsettling hue.