Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

Strangers

(Warning this chapter contain on suicidal themes, read at your own discretion.)

I pressed against the door, heart pounding, trying to hold back tears as Satoru's words echoed in my mind. Did he truly love me? What did our recent conversation mean for us? As I sank lower against the door, the distant sound of Satoru's car engine starting penetrated the silence. "Hey, did he—" Connor's voice was suddenly cut off, and I looked up to see him staring at me, concern etched on his face. "Satoru did... what happened?" I shook my head, pushing myself away from the door, apologizing for Satoru's unexpected visit. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the smooth marble floor, completely unaware of how close Connor had come, until his hand brushed mine, making me flinch. His compassionate eyes provided a sense of comfort and understanding. His gentle and reassuring touch drew my attention while his warm smile dispelled all the darkness.

His presence was comforting, and in a soothing tone, he said, "Hey, come, let's get a drink while you calm down, okay?" As he headed towards the bar, I unconsciously followed him and sat down next to him. Without a word, he handed me a cup, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I catch the scent of the smooth burn as it tickles my nose. The alcohol content is a bit higher, but it's a drink I wouldn't hesitate to take. "I just want a fair opportunity with you," Connor says, gesturing with the cup of amber liquid. I feel a rush of emotions and quickly polish off the remaining contents of my drink in one swift gulp. "I don't know if I am looking for anything serious, and you," I gesture to him. "Don't you have your pick of girls? I think it's best not to complicate it." I could feel the burn trickle down my throat and into my body.

"Maybe, but I want you," he replied, and his emerald, green eyes darkened as they locked with mine. "A serious relationship is just not something I am looking for right now," I say, pouring another shot of whiskey into the glass and downing it in one swift motion, feeling the burn numb my tongue and the warmth spread through my body. The alcohol was already taking effect, making me feel slightly lightheaded. Seeing Satoru tonight had come as a shock. I raised the glass to my eye level, observing the amber liquid slowly trickling down the sides. It wasn't going fast enough, and I longed to drown out the tangled emotions swirling inside me. "I should probably head home now, Connor. The evening was wonderful."

He let out a low chuckle "Fucking Satoru Gojo, huh? Well, I'll walk you out." he extended his arm out for me to grab. I reached and grasped the rough skin, my hand fitting so well with his, and I tried hard not to lean into his body as we made it to the door. "If you need time, I can handle that; I'll take whatever you want to offer until you're ready." My chest burned, and the itch that went down my spine was doing things to me. Why did he have to be so genuine and so sexy? Connor says and leans in slowly. My mind was not working, and the next thing I knew, his lips brushed mine, and I leaned in. I know I shouldn't that it will only further complicate this, and it was only to run away from Satoru. Satoru, a familiar feeling stirred within as Connor's hands roamed my body, and his kiss was deep. Something snapped when his fingers grazed my pussy through the lace lingerie, and I jolted. "I should go," I push against him.

"Why don't you stay the night?" Connor whispered, his warm breath gently caressing the curve of my neck, causing a delightful shiver to run down my spine. Conflicted emotions swirled within me. I knew I shouldn't be considering this, yet I couldn't deny the longing within me. Perhaps now was the right time to follow through on my promise to give this new connection a chance—possibly, being with Connor could help me cleanse myself of Satoru's touch, memories, and love. It seemed as though Connor was more than willing to offer me the healing I so desperately sought. "I'll message you tomorrow," I said softly, kissing his lips. Connor seemed surprised at first, but then he returned the kiss, his willingness to help me heal palpable in the tender exchange.