#⚝ — lee's diary.

[namisin]

18+ content, MDNI. had to get this one off my chest after listening to August again.

the last thing you expected to hear after the automatic voicemail message, was your ex-boyfriend's voice crackling through the speaker.

"hey," he greeted, sounding breathless, "been a while, right?"

gojo fucking satoru. the two of you had broken up well over six months ago, with him citing he just didn't have the time to juggle a girlfriend and curse-slaying anymore. you let him go amicably, why push something that wasn't working out for you both, right?

considering he was the one to break up with you, his appearance in your voicemail box was wholly out of left field.

"i know, i know...we broke up a while ago, and i'm over you- i swear! i just, uh, saw your last instagram post."

your brows furrowed over narrowed eyes; the fuck was he doing stalking your socials?

"i probably shouldn't be this pissed off about it, but you moved on, huh? postin' each other now, congrats. must be serious."

it didn't sound very congratulatory, you noted. it sounded more like he wanted to rip the guy's head clean off.

"i know this is pretty outta pocket of me, but, speakin' of photos... i found a pretty cute one goin' back through my gallery. can you guess which one?"

the fuck was he doing still looking at old pics of you?

"yea i know, there's a lot of cute ones of you to pick from... but it's the one of you on my floor, with your ass way up in the air 'n my dick in your mouth."

embarrassed heat slithered across your cheeks; you remembered it vividly.

"like your outfit in this one too. it-it was a fun one to take off that night. remember how fucking insatiable you were for me? sitting in my lap, rubbing me through my pants... shit... i was sure everyone would see how hard you made me. had to get you home quick and shove my dick in your mouth to finally shut you up."

hearing his chuckles hiss through your phone, you wanted to reach through it and smack the smug look off his face you just knew was there. you still couldn't help but notice how his breath hitched, catching on his words.

"anyway, i-i called to see... to see if you'd let me fuck one more time. for old time's sake. i know i could treat you so much better, so c'mon princess. le'me fuck you just one more time. make you cream and drool and fuckin' squirt all over me just one more time. you know i'm good for it."

it was wrong — you knew it was wrong and it pitted your chest — but you just couldn't help the way your thighs pressed together. he wasn't wrong about being good for it, though.

"i know you never lost my number so call me, huh? or don't. i'll get it if you don't, i'll even delete the photos but- i know you still want this, princess. say the word and i'll come pick you up from your lil' boy toy, show you how you're meant to be fucked. i know he isn't doing it like i can, so—"

"—call me, yea?"