Loving you was really hard
Two years of dating, three years of marriage. You, Suguru and Satoru – a perfect marriage most friends could be jealous of. You adored each other so much, it almost hurt. Sometimes their love felt a little too tight. A little too consuming. But that's what true devotion looks like... right? You’re still wondering, quietly packing your bags in the dark, careful not to wake your husbands.
content/warnings: MDNI, marriage, husband Geto Suguru x reader, husband Gojo Satoru x readers, Satosugu, yandere, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviour, dark romance, pregnancy, kinda babytrapping, it's a healthy relationship at the beginning?, or maybe not, smut, HEAVY breading kink, if I put this tag it'll be a spoiler, fem! reader runs away, slight dub-con, manipulation, guilt-tripping, age gap, violence
a/n: 10k because I'm crazy
a/n: oh god it's the last one, I'm literally sick :((( also warning, this chapter is very, very dub-con, I would say
How difficult was motherhood?
Pretty challenging, as it turned out.
Your daughters were growing up like angels, but being a single mother with the occasional help of Shoko was still more demanding than you had first thought. Countless sleepless nights, breastfeeding till your nipples were too sensitive to wear a bra, monitoring their shallow breaths just to avoid a sudden infant death. You had those quite useful gadgets, of course, but something panged in your heart whenever your eyes closed just for a minute, and thoughts went towards something other than your daughters. They were beautiful, with big eyes glancing your way with curiosity and trust, small fingers wrapping around loose strands of your hair whenever you took them into your arms, chubby legs doing first steps and lips mumbling something under their blushed cheeks.
Two years have passed since their birth, and with every day, you have been adapting more to your role as a mother. It was, how should you describe it, terrifying and beautiful. There was nothing more frightening than being a single mother with daughters condemned to live in hiding, but at the same time, a new feeling blossomed within the depths of your heart, a gentleness and love you'd never felt before, every time you looked at your two angels. At how happy they were solely because of your existence, how they treated you as the centre of the world – their guardian, stepping stone, the most loving kisses and warmest embrace they were falling asleep to every night.
And as much as you loved watching them grow up, one thing scared you the most.
How similar they were to their fathers.
They had, of course, taken many things from you – the shape of the lips, gentle eyes or the curve of their nose, if you could already determine it at their two-year-old stage. But even with this, no one could deny their parentage.
Your first, a minute older daughter, glanced at you with purplish eyes and raven hair, a gaze that always went towards the ocean and small ears that loved the sound coming from big shells. That's why her name was Kairi, for being born in a sea village and with a small heart loving the ocean.
But your second daughter.
Her fingers clenched around your bigger one, babbling something under her nose and showing towards the blue waves creeping onto the wet sand of the beach. A small hat covered her snowish hair, fortunately still short enough to hide it fully, and glasses sat carefully on her small nose. Aiko, her name was, for being a beloved child, but also the cursed one, looking too much like her father, with eyes so bright you forbade anyone in your village to ever see her without dark shades.
A faint mama escaped her lips when water tickled her bare feet.
"Yes, dear, this is the ocean. The one we go to every day," you said, holding the hands of both of your daughters.
Kairi crouched, digging small shells from beneath the sand, fingers going slowly through wet ground with a bucket hat on her black hair.
It was finally summer, and going to the beach turned out to be a daily occurrence, with how much both Kairi and Aiko loved to sit and watch calm waves tickling their legs gently and small, colourful shells thrown out on the shore.
During the day, they stayed at home with your older neighbour, a lonely widow who loved your daughters dearly and treated them almost like her own granddaughters. You trusted her, as she was one of the few who never asked about the father and never pried into your private life.
Haibara was visiting you less and less, but on some days, he came solely to fill his "uncle" duty and played with the girls all week, treating them more like his younger sisters rather than nieces.
He was, in fact, the only man in your daughters' loves, so every time a happy daddy escaped their lips, your heart was shattering like a dropped glass.
"No, baby, he's not your dad. That's uncle," you always reminded your daughters, saying uncle slowly and clearly. "Can you say it? Uncle?"
But daddy was the only word on their mouths, and small eyes glanced at Haibara lovingly with chubby hands reaching towards his.
"They would torture me in a million different ways if they knew that their daughters call me a dad," he would try to joke with you, but the sheer thought of your husbands meeting your daughters brought shivers down your spine.
From what you've heard, they were still looking for you. After almost three years, this small, barely known village at the most remote seashore of Japan, became your home and the only place your husbands still haven't thought about.
"They're close. It can be any day now, y/n. Boss Nanami says that–"
"I don't care what he says," you mumbled, sitting with Haibara on the porch and watching your daughters play in the garden. A butterfly sat on flowers nearby, its colourful wings getting the attention of both girls. "We can't move. They can't. Aiko can't. Have you seen any cameras in this village? The age of its population? It's the safest place it can be."
Haibara glanced at your white-haired daughter, a trembling sigh pushing through his lips. "But you can't keep them here forever. If we could move you to another territory, to someone stronger, maybe they could protect you."
You've heard this story before. About Sukuna and Fushiguro being open to take you in, of their offer to keep you safe, just to play on your husbands' nerves. Nanami tried to persuade you now and then to accept their offer, as his protection was getting weaker and weaker. Not just protection, territory too, with Suguru and Satoru pledging to search through his region, turning every little stone if it meant to find you.
But you didn't want to show your daughters that world. To take them back and keep hidden in another big mansion, with bodyguards watching under their bedrooms and men in suits coming in and out with businesses never meant to see the daylight.
They liked it here. You liked it here.
Although indeed there were times when you wished for them to have a dad, and maybe someone for yourself, too. To feel this excitement and passion coming from a new relationship again, but the wedding band in your drawer peeked out from the very bottom every time you opened it, and the sheer idea of still being legally married made your mind stop with its delusions.
Silence stretched between you and Haibara, with only a delicate wind scratching your skin and your daughters' quiet laughs when they noticed another butterfly landing on a tulip.
"You know one day it will happen," he whispered with a clenched throat.
You didn't answer right away, eyes following Aiko and Kairi, smelling freshly bloomed flowers and their chubby legs slowly walking around the small garden.
Would your husbands' love them? You wondered.
Would they condemn you for leaving them those three years ago?
"Do you think they hate me?" you suddenly asked, although this question was meant to stay within the corners of your mind.
Haibara peeked at you with furrowed brows, considering the answer. Your gaze was blindly fixated on both of your girls, lips warmly curved.
"What are you saying? They're madly in love with you," he laughed quietly, fully believing his words. "They're just pretty bad at showing it like normal people."
You chuckled too, with the scorching sun trying to skim your body hidden under the roof of the porch. It was truly a hot summer, with temperatures higher than ever and visits to the beach becoming a must-have for both you and your sea-loving daughters.
"I know," you admitted, getting another raised brow from Haibara. "I know they loved me. Still do, probably. It's just..." you paused for a moment, next words caught in your throat. "it was so easy to love them. Too easy, I think. You know what I mean?" Haibara didn't know, but he nodded. "They were such perfect husbands, I ignored all the warnings. I shouldn't have. It was stupid of me. But I truly loved them, even though I knew something wasn't right."
He noticed the past tense and a sadness creeping up in your eyes. Drawn shoulders and throat moving slightly, when your thoughts were once again consumed by the past.
"Then why don't you want to move on?" He pushed once again, already seeing a wrinkle between your brows. "You could start once again, from the beginning. Y/n, you're still so young, and Nanami can arrange everything in one day. Why are you not giving yourself a chance?" he almost begged you to look, to grab your daughters right this moment and take them away from this run-down village. "Why are you still thinking of them?"
Your heart panged, something bitter gradually filling your chest.
From the very beginning, seven years ago, when Satoru and Suguru were still nothing more than strangers met on the street. Lustful lovers and fun nights, sloppy kisses and sizzling hands lost on your skin. For this whole time, you were nothing but stupid to believe they wouldn't torment you for the rest of your life, haunting madly like a vengenful spirits, waiting till you finally fall into their claws.
And you knew, from the very beginning, that no place on earth would let you stay hidden forever. That even the depths of hell would be too shallow to let you run away from their chasing arms.
But you let yourself believe that there still was time. It's been three years already, you still have time.
That's why life was moving on normally. Beach dates, laughing in the garden, night stories read under the pale moonlight, Shoko visiting you every now and then, new words your daughters tried to vaguely remember, the–
"Impossible, I've just bought it," you murmured to yourself, seeing that you once again ran out of milk. Girls were already sleeping, their shallow breaths muffled by big teddy bears pulled to their faces and wisps of hair scattered around the pillows. You wanted to bake a cake for tomorrow's garden party at Shoko's house (she and Utahime were truly getting along, buying a small house and all), but it seemed like groceries weren't the most crucial part of your week.
It wasn't surprising, both girls have been slightly sick for the last few days, and their fever has passed just recently, with noses finally unclogged and cheeks looking sweetly like roses rather than dangerously tomatoey.
You glanced at both of them sleeping calmly and decided that going really quickly to the shop just around the corner wouldn't hurt.
They'll be fine – you thought, putting on your shoes.
They certainly won't wake up, right?
Even if, you'll for sure be back by then. It's only a short trip!
But your eyes somehow couldn't leave their small bodies covered with a blanket and a small fan humming softly in the corner of their room. Oh dear, it's only five minutes!
So you closed their doors and left the house quickly, pacing towards the nearest market.
You've made quite a few mistakes in your life. Many, even.
When you were younger, you punched one kid in elementary school for scribbling in your notebook. You still don't count it as a mistake per se, but if you didn't do it, your teacher wouldn't call your parents. And your parents wouldn't give you a hearing, forcing you to apologise to this small dickhead.
In high school, you had a chance of competing in a school's swimming tournament, but a day before, you sneaked out to a party and sprained your ankle. As a consequence, of course, you were not only grounded for drinking underage, but also never again chosen for any other competition. If you were a smarter teenager, maybe you could both grab the gold and even get a scholarship.
In university, you decided to get a part-time job with a night shift, which made you walk back home late evenings and wander around the dark streets of Tokyo. If you've chosen a job with a slightly lower salary, but a much better schedule, you wouldn't meet your yakuza husbands, and maybe, just maybe, your life would go different path.
A few years later, as a mother of two beautiful daughters, you decided to quickly pop into the store, because baking a cake was more important than not leaving your girls alone.
If you didn't decide to do it, maybe you wouldn't meet a neighbour and have a small talk with her.
If you stayed at home, maybe you wouldn't be out for longer than five minutes.
If you'd decided to bake a cake in the morning, maybe you would be back on time, before noticing a line of black cars parked in front of your house and men in suits standing in the garden.
But if you wouldn't close the doors to your daughters' bedroom before leaving, and hide all their toys back in their room, maybe your husbands would notice that your house wasn't actually empty.
A box of milk fell onto the ground, white liquid spilling from its ripped corner, mixing with a dusty road under your trembling feet. Your heart shook terrifyingly, breath stuck somewhere between your chest and throat, clenching so hard, tears started pricking in the corners of your eyes.
Your feet were glued to the ground, legs completly stiff when two men came closer, tall frames looming over your quivering body.
"Madam?" one of them asked quietly, and you immediately recognised this voice.
He was taller than three years ago, with broader shoulders and a sharper gaze, nevertheless still looking at you with warmth.
"Madam, how are you doing?" a second voice added, and your eyes turned to Yuji standing right next to him. There was still a hint of this teenage vigour in his playful eyes, but a tiredness too. He looked exhausted, although you managed to take a deep breath, seeing his gentle smile. "Madam, we've been worried."
"I'm sorry, I–" You murmured, words stuck in your throat.
You've noticed other men looking your way, whispering between one another, glancing towards the open doors of your house as if wanting to see what was going on inside.
"Where are they?" You interrupted him, fingers grasping Megumi's shoulder.
"Right inside, they're waiting for you. But, Madam–"
Please do not let them see them, please do not let them see them, please–
Words were stuck in your mind like a mantra, while feet took you through the familiar path of the small garden, now filled with rows of bodyguards. Their look felt almost sorry when you passed them, like a small lamb going straight for the slaughter. And you felt quite similar too, with your lower lip slightly trembling and your heart galloping like a horse, its hooves stomping on your chest with every step you took towards the open doors.
The summer night suddenly felt much colder, with a pale moon crying over your miserable fate and stars hiding behind the gloomy clouds as if terrified of watching your small figure slowly disappear inside.
The house looked as you left it, with bars of chocolate on the kitchen counter, a warm glow from a small lamp glimmering in the living room, the only source of light in the whole house, and... well. Something you didn't see before leaving.
Two men sitting on your sofa, their doom gaze fixed on the front door as you walked through them.
Seeing them again, after three years, was truly devastating.
Impossible it was to describe a feeling from that moment, but devastation was maybe the closest to ache that burned your heart. And when you took a step closer, and closer, and closer, standing right in front of them, your heart trembled even more.
Because the stare you thought was covered by doom was, in fact, filled with agony. A hunger so strong, you needed to take a step back, before feeling long fingers wrap around your wrist.
Suguru didn't change at all. His voice was still low and sweet when he called you, gaze full of authority, touch firm, but with a pinch of familiar gentleness.
Or maybe you were wrong, because his eyes had so much pain within them, weariness similar to what you saw in Yuji's glances, you needed to take a deep breath. He was still sitting, but pulled you slightly towards them, fingers skimming your knuckles.
"How are you doing, darling?" He added warmly, politely, reminding you of all the moments your heart fluttered every time you've heard it.
And now, it has fluttered too.
Another hand stretched out, pulling your body to its side, and the waves you've met with were torn by despair, a pain you've never seen before in eyes always full of playfulness and cheekiness.
"My baby," Satoru's white locks landed on your belly when he embraced you with his arms. Desperately, strongly, locking you in a brutal hug, squeezing you till your bodies melded in one. "After so many years, you're finally here."
Suguru stood up – no, no, no, please sit down, I can't do it – his broad shoulders covering the faint light of the lamp, raven hair swinging together with a move of his hands, when he hugged you from behind, head nuzzled in your neck.
And you? You stood there like a block of stone.
Body tensed within their arms, even though warmth spread somewhere in your chest, feeling the familiar gentleness of their touch. It felt so confusing, with your heart torn between two needs, fully contradicting one another. There was a feeling creeping up your spine, allowing you to melt under their hands, give yourself away freely, cry your eyes out and once again rely on them fully. It felt almost embarrassing to feel such a strong pull towards them after years of running away and doing anything just to not let them find you.
And that was the other feeling – anger. Disappointment, maybe? A fury coiling in your belly, irritation, and dread of what is to come, with both your husbands definitely taking you back to Tokyo. You couldn't run, you couldn't fight, but just pray that you will walk out that door before they notice another, hidden down the corridor, with a lullaby humming faintly from the small radio you have bought.
"What are you–" your voice was raspy, throat clenched, when Suguru took a deep sniff of your skin, and Satoru embraced you stronger, fingers digging deep into the meat on your thighs.
"What do you mean, baby? We came to take you back," He whispered right into your stomach, snowish hair trembling together with his low chuckle. He glanced up, looking straight into your teary eyes. "Aren't you happy to see your husbands, sweetheart? Did you miss us?"
A question rambled in your head, heart filled with too much dread to answer it right away.
For all these years, did you miss them? Have you dreamt of this moment in the deepest corners of your room, with a hand somewhere between your thighs and warmth coiling in your belly? Have you wished to feel their touch once again and erase all your past actions just to–
"Darling, where is it?" Suguru suddenly murmured, his raven hair tickling your cheek, and muscular arms wrapping around you like a snake.
You tensed, eyes slowly glancing at Satoru's heavy stare, lustrous, intense, clearly seeing how fast your mind was working on this question. "What do you mean?"
A low chuckle escaped Suguru's throat, with something brutal coiling in his chest, stuck to your back. "You know, darling. Our baby. Where is it?"
And then – you shattered.
Fat tears escaping your hazy eyes, body convulsing heavily with a strained cry driving from your lips. Satoru stood up immediately, big palms cupping your puffed cheeks, soft lips licking off salty drops, peppering your face with short kisses, while Suguru hushed you warmly, his chest humming against your skin.
"Oh my sweetheart, my baby," Satoru muttered, caressing your cheeks gently. "Why are you crying? We're here, you don't have to worry about anything, hm? It's okay, we forgive you. Everyone makes mistakes, right?"
Your head shook violently, while another harsh cry shook your body violently.
Cheeks puffed precisely because of the fact that they were here.
"P-please don't kill me," you choked out, words slashing through the air, right to you husbands clenched heart. "I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry, just don't k-kill me."
Satoru tensed. Hands falling down from your cheeks, lips slightly opened, an terryfiningly familiar feeling going through his face.
He was usually the funny one, playful, always warm and cosy, a morning snuggler, with his limbs always wrapped around your body tightly.
You've always preferred to get angry with him rather than Suguru, cooing him slowly like a hurt puppy and winning with soft kisses.
But Satoru, you were looking at now, wasn't the husband you had known for all these years.
He stood there, with fists clenched, jaw sharp, stormy eyes glued to your face. In such a moment, you've always realised how tall and muscular both of them were. How easy it was to dominate you, push you, strangle your body, have you whipped over their shoulders like a sack of rice, put into every position they could wish for.
So knowing the nature and their line of work, maybe you should've been grateful that the only thing you've felt was Suguru's body tensing behind you and Satoru lowering his face to meet yours.
"What did you say?" His voice pierced your heart, making your lip tremble even harder, when his hand cupped your cheeks harshly. "I didn't hear you correctly, sweetheart. What did you say?"
A few words escaped your throat, but couldn't pass clearly through your pressed lips.
"Repeat it, darling," Suguru added, his hand gently caressing your hair. "But this time, give more thought to your answer, hm?"
You quickly nodded your head, eyes shut, a shallow breath finally leaving your lips, when Satoru relaxed his hand.
"I'm sorry," you muttered, eyes opening slowly just to catch Satoru's fierce stare. "I'm s-sorry, Toru. But you both need to understand that I had every reason to think that way. I'm sorry, but I saw the basement! I saw the room! The–"
His hand landed on your face once again, shutting you up with a squeeze of his fingers on your flushed cheeks and face millimetres from yours. But this time, his touch was more gentle. Warm breath tickled your skin, fingers getting drenched under the drops of fresh tears, when he looked at you clearly with a despair in his gaze.
"If I ever hear you say it again, you will get fucking punished. I don't know what's going on in that sweet head of yours, but you are our wife, and I would rather be tortured to death than hurt you. Do you understand it?"
You nodded, heart clenching under the misery you've brought upon both of them. The distress, tremble of their hands, heart panging against your skin, when Satoru caged you in a strong embrace, putting your head right to his chest.
"We love you so much, sweetheart, but you need to learn," he murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. "The whole running away wasn't a smart move, you know?"
"S-so you won't punish me?" your asked weakly, voice still filled with faint cries. "You won't lock me up there, won't–"
"Darling," Suguru interrupted, turning you to face him. "What you did was very, very wrong, and you're aware of it, right?" He talked to you like to a child, voice gently calming your shattered nerves, fingers clearing puffy cheeks from the last drops of tears. "But every marriage has its ups and downs. Let's consider it the last one we will ever have, hm?"
And when you once again nodded your head, his eyes finally lost the intense gaze you hated so much. "So now, where is it?"
You couldn't escape their clutches, but your daughters? Would you be able to lead them away from them? Let Shoko keep them safe? Nanami, maybe?
"I–" you started, mind running, eyes everywhere just not on Suguru, trying to look somewhere else than into his eyes because he knew when you were lying. He knew you like the palm of his hand, his own pocket, every emotion, every glance changing together with your emotions. "I'm sorry–"
"What do you mean?" He smiled gently, fingers tucking a lost strand of hair behind your ear. "Is it a boy? Or a girl? Do we have a daughter? Is she here?"
His eyes scanned the living room and attached kitchen, looking for any traces of the baby's presence. Dear god you were such a good cleaner, not even leaving your daughters Winnie the Pooh's plastic plates on a table.
But Satoru already started rummaging, long legs taking him towards the long hallways, leading straight to your girls' bedroom.
Your hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him away from the path he tried to take. You could handle them, go back, endure, but your daughters?
Air dense, sitting heavy in your lungs, eyes bulging, ears focused on quiet footsteps walking down the corridor, a hand supporting itself on a wall, before a small, tiny figure stood right in front of you.
Her raven, bed-hair stuck in every direction, purplish gaze still fogged by a slumber, nevertheless looking at both men standing next to you with a hint of curiosity.
And because both of your daughters truly didn't have any contact with men aside from Haibara, her words knocked the air out of your lungs.
You could almost hear the hearts of both of your husbands beating heavily in their chests. Eyes fixated on a small girl and her gentle eyes so similar to Suguru's.
Your fingers let go of Satoru's hand, quickly coming to your daughter. You sat in front of her, palms cupping her chubby cheeks warmly, as she looked at you lovingly.
"Baby, listen," you started, but saw how her gaze was going back and forth between your husbands. She lifted her finger, showing Suguru. "Yes, baby, this is your dad. These are your two dads."
Kairi's eyes glimmered, but forehead frowned in confusion.
She didn't understand what you meant. Two dads? But other children in a neighbourhood had just one.
"Two?" she asked quietly, and you felt a movement behind you.
"Y/n," Suguru started, his hand suspended in the air, eyes startled. "Can I–?"
But another voice chipped in. Dimmed, faint, coming from the bedroom down the corridor, immediately tickling your husbands' ears.
Their gaze landed on you, breaths hitched. "What?"
"Kairi?" Aiko asked again, your first daughter turning her head towards the corridor.
"Bad dream," she said, finger pointing towards the bedroom.
"Y/n?" Suguru asked again, but Satoru already pushed forward, passing you and Kairi, long legs taking him straight to your second daughter.
"No! Satoru, please wait, she doesn't know you, she–"
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
What mess have you gotten yourself into?
Your thoughts raced, eyes looked nervously at Kairi, while she was glancing at Suguru. Her small hand wrapped around yours, but feet almost instinctively took the first steps towards him, with a hint of curiosity in her purplish eyes.
She looked exactly like him.
Was fearless, like him, right away understanding who the man standing in front of her was.
And because you knew both of your daughters longed for a dad, the moment Suguru crouched and smiled gently, she left you behind and slowly paced towards him.
Sitting on the floor, seeing with how much love he looked at your daughter, your heart felt as if ripped open.
Because maybe you didn't have the right to separate them. To run away and force your daughters to grow up without fatherly love. To think of yourself selfishly, deep down knowing that a life you had with them was the best one you could ever have.
Even if you fully knew how possessive they were, truly madly, brutally in love, involved in messy business, but still trying to keep you safe and happy.
Faint voices filled the girls' bedroom, a gentle laugh, Aiko's chuckle and soon after, you heard heavy steps going back to the living room.
"Mommy, look!" she screamed, her laughter going across the room when Satoru entered with her in his arms. Her small fingers combed through his snowish hair, pulling it slightly, with excitement you've never seen before. "Daddy's hair!"
Your lip trembled when you saw how fast she trusted Satoru, her own arms wrapped around his neck, ocean eyes stuck in his, exactly the same ones, looking at her with so much love and agony, you once again felt like the villain.
"Yeah, baby. You see, I told you someone is looking like you. There was no need to worry, right?" you said gently, finally standing up from the floor and brushing the messy hair of your daughter.
"Worry?" Satoru asked, his strong arms wrapped around her small body.
You chuckled faintly, tears still bubbling somewhere in your throat. "You're not the most common-looking one, Satoru. She used to feel out of place among other kids."
But now, with her eyes brimming with joy and lips glued to Satoru's ear, mumbling something that made him laugh, you couldn't feel happier.
However, there was still something weird coiling in your chest. Fear. Anxiety. Heaviness that clunched your heart, because your husbands were still them. And the last thing you wanted for your daughters was to live in a world filled with pain and violence, being surrounded by bodyguards and kept locked up in a home, because of the blood running in their veins.
So when both of your husbands had their fun, talking, laughing, tickling girls through half the night, at some moment, you asked them to go back to their bedroom. But, oh dear, how hard it was to peel them off your husbands warm arms, their honeyed voices telling them stories while your daughters spoke them everything in their own, gibberish way about the trips to the ocean, the sand, beach, shells, another daddy – uncle, you corrected them, but a visible frown already went through your husbands faces – and all the friends in the neighbourhood. Although they knew maybe fifty words at max, your husbands still listened carefully with awe.
But when you closed the door of their bedroom, eerie silence once again fell between the three of you.
"Y/n–" Suguru started, but you hushed him with a raise of your hand.
He tilted his head, a shadow crossing his face. "Of course we can, and we will. All of you. You're moving back. Today."
This tone. Dominant, knowing no objection, always having the last word.
You took a deep breath, nails digging deep into the skin of your clenched hands.
"I don't want them to live in hiding, like I did. In fear." Your next words left them breathless. "That's why I ran away. I want them to have an ordinary life. Normal fathers. Not a house with a fucking prison in the basement and other yakuza members as their uncles."
You had every right to feel angry. You knew it. They knew it too. Just didn't want to accept it.
"And we're not normal fathers?" His voice was low, grumbling, when he took a step towards you. "You were that unhappy with us, darling? Needed to take our daughters away from your monster husbands?"
"I didn't say that you're–"
"You didn't have to," he moved closer, muscular body looming over you mere millimetres from yours, while Satoru ordered the men standing outside to pack yours and girls' stuff. "You don't think I see the way my own wife looks at me? Have we ever given a reason to run away?"
Oh, he must've been joking.
"The man in the basement? A fucking tracker in my neck?" You brushed your hair to show him a small scar right behind your ear. "The room? Do you really think that you didn't give me any reason to–"
"It's because we love you!" He raised his voice, just slightly, but enough to send shivers down your spine.
"That's not how normal love looks!" He took a step back, clearly surprised by your reaction. "Why didn't you tell me? I am your wife! There should not be any secrets between us!"
But Suguru seemed taken aback, his hands clenching, gaze intense, looking at your small figure, squirming slightly under his tone.
"Do you still love us?" he suddenly asked.
You looked up, meeting his dark eyes.
"What?" This time, you were surprised, hearing the question that swirled in your mind for the past three years.
"Tell me, darling, do you still love us? Is that why you don't want to come back?" He asked with a hitched breath, voice almost pleading.
If he needed to, he would be ready to beg you on his knees to come back.
But if he needed to, he would also do it by force.
"Think about our girls. If we take them now, they won't even remember these two years without us. I promise you, they'll have a normal childhood," he cooed with his gentle voice, strong hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body. "Baby, you know that's how it should be. They need us," his fingers grazed your chin, lifting it up to meet your worried gaze. "You need us. And we need you just as much."
And as much as you hated to admit, he was right.
Because, after all these years, you still somehow, fatally, weirdly, terryfingly, loved them.
So, so much, tears once again steamed down your cheeks, and head nodded slowly, feeling his gentle hands drawing you into an embrace.
They were still them, and you were still you.
Stupid, naive young girl, a victim of manipulation and guilt-trapping, still, after all these years, not knowing that people, in fact, did not change that easily.
Your girls were overjoyed when they entered the house. It looked the same as you remembered, with a lush forest hugging it quietly, a wooden interior welcoming you warmly, and fresh air creeping inside through the sliding doors of the living room, with your favourite windchimes humming faintly, moved by playful, summer wind.
There were fewer bodyguards inside, just as your husbands promised, but their number standing in front of the main gate?
"They won't be coming inside, but we cannot remove them entirely. Now that there are three of you, they will reside at the gates." Suguru said, while your daughters peeked at them curiously.
Kairi pointed at men with her small finger, looking at Satoru.
"Knights, sweetie. They will keep you safe." His voice was sweet and gentle, eyes still not enjoyed enough with his two daughters, walking with him in front of you and Suguru.
"Safe?" Aiko threw in, clenching a teddy bear in her free hand.
"From biiiig bears." Satoru roared, cradling both girls in his arms and lifting them up, till their sweet laughs turned usually stern corners of bodyguards' lips slightly up.
Kairi murmured something, looking at men who, in fact, did not look like knights. And she knew what knights looked like, because she watched cartoons and listened to stories, so why would Daddy lie to her?
Her eyes turned to Satoru again.
"You want them to wear steel armour?" He giggled, as if reading her mind. "Well then, it can be done!"
He was joking, of course, but you still couldn't help but chuckle at the frowns of the men standing in front of the gate.
And that's how the first few days went – with rich laughs, your daughters being woken up by Suguru every single day and lulled to sleep by Satoru's stories, until their heads fell flat on his chest and quiet breaths escaped their lips. They went shopping with their dads, because Aiko wanted more plushies, while Kairi decided she desired an ocean-themed room, and suddenly finding a shell-shaped bed became the most important thing on your husbands' to-do-list. You let them go reluctantly, staying at home full of anxiety, darkest thoughts coiling in your mind, knowing that this was the right thing to do. To let your daughters spend more time with their dads. Let your husbands feel the joy of parenthood you robbed them of during the first two years of Aiko's and Kairi's lives.
You hated yourself for still loving them as much as before, but truly seeing a slight change in their behaviour and love bestowed on both of your daughters. Sending them to kindergarten wasn't a problem as you expected it to be – after all, Suguru found them the best, most expensive, safest place in all of Tokyo. The one, where you usually meet kids of disgustingly rich and influential people, he should add.
You going out alone also turned out to be quite fine. Even giving calls to your friends wasn't happening anymore under their careful eye and ears, always listening to your whispers.
No more bodyguards inside the house, all "clients" meetings always taking place in their office, tracking app and devices kept away from you.
But the basement was still close and as much as you wanted to ask them about it, you treated it as a minefield. They sometimes disappeared behind the doors you never wanted to look at again, their reassuring smiles and kisses left on your forehead, but never offering an explanation of why they were going downstairs.
As days have passed, you even secretly contacted Shoko, calming her down and thanking for all those years she has spent with you. Her care and help, offering a shoulder to cry on and a warm smile to laugh with. A pain and regret filled his voice when she whispered her apology in an almost crying tone.
Your heart shuddered for friend, but you knew that there was nothing she could possibly do, nothing even Nanami could do, with your stubborn spirit and the authority of your husbands.
"That's okay," you whispered, sitting under the warm sun falling into your garden. "That wasn't your fault."
"No, you didn't. You tried to save me. But," you paused, looking at your legs hanging off loosely from the porch. "maybe that's how my life was planned. It's okay, don't worry."
She wished to add that's how your husbands planned your life. That's how they made you believe that you can do nothing without them. That your life can be led only with them by your side. And as much as she loved your daughters, they have tied you to these monsters forever, with their clutches never, ever, leaving all three of you.
But hearing how tranquil your voice was, heart somehow lighter with the way you've talked of them as fathers, she also couldn't help but be at peace with your decision. There was nothing left but hope that they had really changed.
This was the new reality you needed to get accustomed to.
And it seemed like it took a strain only on you, with your husbands' bodies glued to yours during the night, soft kisses pledging you goodbyes, hands put on your stomach, but never, never, going any lower.
To feel as if you didn't attract them anymore. Was it your body after the pregnancy? You did, in fact, gain some weight, with hips a bit plumpier, thighs going two sizes up in your jeans and breast slightly bigger, but you have carried two children for nine months, for God's sake! Of course, you didn't look the same as before!
So why the hell, for the past month of living together, they didn't touch you even once?
Why, every time you laid down between them, lace nightdress barely covering the fat of your ass, breast almost spilling from its cups, skin scented like heaven by your favourite balm, they looked at you so ambivalently.
Why their touch wasn't as sizzling anymore, fingers desperate just to get inside your sweet pussy, lips nowhere near your cheeks, nipples, inner thighs, with hitched breath and muscular arms cradling you warmly.
It was weird, confusing, devastating, truly making you go to sleep in pure agony, with walls clenching around nothing and cunt leaking under the satin material of slutty nightdress.
And you hated yourself for it – being a horny woman, who forgot about all the fucked up things your husbands did to you.
For still craving their touch on your skin and lustful whispers to your ear. Be pampered like their dear wife, they apparently loved so much, as often liked to state.
During the day, you sat on the sofa and watched Suguru cooking in the kitchen together with the girls. His forearms bulged every time long fingers kneaded the dough, a sharp laugh escaping his throat when Aiko babbled something to his ear, back wide under the tight material of his shirt.
Your gaze dropped down to Satoru, splayed on the sofa, his head cuddled into your belly, arms wrapped around the waist as he dream-dayed peacefully, with shirt slightly, just slightly, showing his muscular abs.
Your fingers pushed into his hair, slowly massaging his head while he hummed sweetly, lovingly, but never desperately as before.
Did they want you to come to them first? Ask? Beg? Sweetly, like a cat in heat. Good wife, they've trained you to be.
And the answer to all of these questions was – yes.
Because when another month has passed, and you started to believe that while they have changed for the better, but to treat you like a ghost, something inside you broke.
It was another evening, with both girls sleeping tightly in their bedrooms and a quiet humming of crickets prickling to your faintly lighted room through the open window.
Both of them laid in bed already, close to one another, with Satoru's head leaning against Suguru's shoulders, fingers interwined in a strong embrace. Something in your heart squeezed when you entered the room from your attached bathroom, seeing your husbands looking at themselves so lovingly. In a way, some time ago, they used to look at you too.
That's why you felt so misplaced – what were their beggings for? The whole search, demand for you to go back, the need to have you with them.
"Do you still love me?" You finally asked, standing right in front of the bed.
They looked at you, with a hint of surprise in their eyes, as if your question was truly unexpected.
"Darling, what are you saying?" Suguru asked, patting a space on the mattress right next to him.
But you stayed in your place, hands clenching nervously on your nightdress, next words sitting heavily in your throat.
"Am I not attractive? Is it because of pregnancy?" You were blubbering, not looking their way, eyes glued to warm, wooden floors under your naked feet. "If you're not drawn to me anymore, just–"
And then, something pulled you sharply. Hand around your throat, breath stuck in your lungs, as you hit the soft mattress with your back.
You laid there, almost bare, with a flimsy nightdress rolled to the middle of your thighs, nipples somehow still covered by a lace, while both of your husbands looked at the miserable state you've found yourself in.
During your first night together, after they've picked you up from Shoko's house, waiting on a parking lot. Furious, annoyed, with your phone blowing up from messages, and their fingers clenched on your arms.
You were the one to make a move then, asking them so politely, sweetly, giving them permission to do whatever they wanted, fully giving your life away to both of them.
So now, their eyes looked at you in exactly the same way. Pinning your body down to the mattress with a sharp gaze, a hint of something vicious behind them, maddening, possessive, with the way Satoru smiled sweetly and Suguru clenched his fingers around your throat.
"S-sugu?" You barely whispered, hands wrapping around his.
"My baby, oh my baby," Satoru combed through your hair, long fingers pushing away lost strands tangled around your eyes, skimming your flushed cheeks and lower lip, trembling slightly under his touch. "How can you even think that, hm? What's going on in that sweet head of yours?" You truly wanted to believe that his ocean eyes looked at you chastely, but the only thing you saw was the same fiery, maddening adoration. "Is it because we didn't touch you for a long time?"
You nodded faintly, a shudder escaping your throat together with their chuckles.
"You could've just asked," Suguru whispered, fingers slowly loosening up and freeing you from the tight collar. "Darling, just ask."
Satoru moved behind you, pulling you up and placing against his chest, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
"You smell so good, sweetheart. Fucking ask already, I can't do it for another month."
You froze. Eyes bulged, breath hitched, wheels inside your mind spinning.
Satoru tilted his head. "Baby, are you serious? Why do you think we didn't touch you that long?"
Suguru shook his head, a smirk dancing on his lips, as he lowered his head down, straight to your spread legs. "This fucking nightdress, stop wearing it around the house unless you want to be fucked on the breakfast table."
His lips touched the velvety skin of your inner thighs, strong palms pressing them both to your chest, till Satoru grabbed both of them, locking you in.
"W-why didn't you just–" You cried pitifully when Suguru's kisses almost touched your warmth. "Why m-make me think you don't want me anymore?"
Satoru inhaled the fragrance of your skin, sweetness sticking to you like glue, with his lips slowly placing a kiss on your neck, biting, licking, going up to your ear.
"Because you beg so nicely," he whispered, teeth biting your ear. "Beg us then, sweetheart. Tell us, what do you want from your husbands."
Suguru's deep eyes looked at you for this whole time, kisses wandering around the plush of your thighs, fingers pushing the nightdress up till your hips. He groaned, looking at how messy you were already, with puffy clit and drenched folds, sweet hole quivering around nothing, just waiting for his warm tongue and long fingers.
But he didn't touch you there, yet. Just moved his lips closer to your cunt and gave it a warm puff.
"Sugu!" you mewled pitifully, Satoru's fingers clenching on the back of your thighs and pushing you in a mean, mean mating press, with your belly rolled and tits squeezed together.
"Come on, darling. What do you want?" Satoru's lips irritated your skin, his low chuckle making your head spin, when cheeks suddenly bloomed like a rose and breath caught in your throat.
How could you say something so filthy?
"You did it once already, don't you remember?" he whispered, as if reading your mind. "It shouldn't be that hard now, right? After all, we fucked so many times already–"
"But m-my body changed!" your voice sounded truly pathetic, with tears dancing in the corners of your eyes and feverish heat filling your body.
You laid there bare, with fat spilling from Satoru's fingers, hips rolled under Suguru's touch, and nipples puffed from breastfeeding you had ended not that long ago.
Their bodies tensed, Satoru's teeth sucked on your throat, when you whined quietly. "Sweetheart, you're a mommy now. Of course, your body changed. You're truly thinking it'll make you less desirable?"
You nodded faintly, gaze dropping down to Suguru's gentle smile.
"We waited till you'll be ready and had no idea that's how you felt for this whole time," Suguru grazed your cheek, smudging all salty droplets with his thumb and pushing it through your open lips. You sucked it gently, with a little frown and the sweetest gaze going straight to his hardened cock. "But if that's how things are, then let us make up for our mistakes."
And then your breath hitched, a loud moan was pulled from your throat by Suguru's tongue, giving your dripping cunt a slurpy lick. He mewled, eyebrows furrowed, when the first droplets of your sweet juices landed in his throat, sliding down like warm nectar, tickling every bud of his muscles.
"S-sug–" but you couldn't finish, when Satoru covered your lips with his in a long, wet kiss. Tongue licking down your lower lip, pushing, forcing his way to your mouth, one hand squeezing your cheeks fiercely till breath locked in your throat.
"You taste even better than I remember," Suguru murmured, while Satoru's hand took your tits out of a lace nightdress. He pinched your nipples, squeezed the fat of your breast, pads going deep as if trying to feel whether you still had some milk left for your two thirsty husbands.
"Our next baby will need to learn how to share," He whispered, white locks tickling your neck as his took a long lick of your skin. "Fuck sweetheart, just look at yourself."
And as fucked out as you already were, with head dropping heavily on Satoru's chest, legs spread nicely for Suguru's heavy licks and first finger pushing through a tight ring of your muscles, you still somehow registered your husbands words.
Suguru chuckled, his tremble spreading on your cunt, walls tightening around his finger as he curled it up, hitting exactly your sweet, plush spot. His lips sucked on your clit, ripping another moan from your throat, while Satoru's cock drenched your back with its precum.
"Of course, I'm sure girls would love to have a brother. Or sister?" Satoru sounded so gentle, with his fingers squeezing your nipples and heavy breath grazing your skin, but you still felt the fierceness in the tone of his voice. "And I would looove to fuck you while pregnant, sweetheart. You're such a good, perfect mommy."
But you knew what planning the next baby meant.
You remembered what it looked like last time.
That's why a dreadful sweat ran down your spine, your head spinning from both pleasure and the sudden realisation of where all of this was going.
You placed your hand on Suguru's head, pushing him slightly away, shuddering when his wet tongue gave you another nasty lick, swirling around your puffed clit.
He thrusted another finger in, scissoring them, pushing deep, stretching your cunt to fit both of their cocks. "You don't feel good, darling?"
"You don't love us anymore?" another lick, curl of his fingers, a lovely whine escaping your lips.
"Satoru, shut her up then."
And with his command, Satoru's lips once again landed on yours in a sweet, brutal kiss. His muscular arms holding you in place, fingers twisting your nipples till heat started to build up in your lower belly, coiling with Suguru's every groan, driving your cunt to clench around his fingers.
"Baby, your pussy sounds so fucking drenched. Can't wait to stuff it with our cocks," Satoru groaned, rubbing his cock against the curve of your back. "Be a good wife and let us fill you up, hm? Wasn't it what you wanted?"
No, you wanted to say, I only wanted to once again feel desired by my husbands.
"Tastes so good, so f'good," Suguru growled, licking your cunt sloppily, lips sucking on your clit, fingers grazing every corner of your cunt, pinkish walls clenching, fluttering, drenching them in your juices.
And he knew you were close.
Because your breath hitched, lower belly squeezed, and eyes rolled back, with a salivia dripping from the corner of your lips and Satoru licking it quickly with a chuckle.
"Come on, sweetheart," his fingers dipped into the plush of your tits. "Cum on your husband's tongue. Go on, be a good wife a cum for us."
Your back arched and thighs kept in place by Satoru's arms tried to squeeze, but he pinched you in place, allowing only a sharp cry to escape your throat. You pussy squeezed one last time, a gush of juices soaking Suguru's face, dripping down his chin right onto the mattress.
They knew you were tired. So so tired, with your body not different from a rag doll, moved gently till put into the right position they wanted. You laid down on Suguru's chest, breast brushing his, head pushed against the corner of his neck, ass up for Satoru, who sat behind you.
"Oh my," he whispered, lowering down to give your fluttering hole one last lick. "She's so desperate, sweetheart. We don't want to keep her waiting, hm?"
But how could you say anything, with Suguru's strong palm on your neck, pushing you against his broad shoulders and silencing all of your cries.
"P-please, use a condom, I-I'm not on a pill," a faint plaid escaped your throat, muffled by low chuckles coming from your husbands.
Suguru lifted your head up, purplish eyes staring deep at yours, with so much love and madness, a dreadful shudder licked your spine.
"Of course you're not, darling," he kissed the corner of your lips, fingers tracing the blush spreading on your cheeks. "And you know what else?" You shook your head, lip trembling, hearing the eariness of his voice. His mouth moved to your ear, eyes lurking at Satoru, who sat right behind you. "You're also ovulating. Right now."
"Of course I know," his hand caressed your skin, fingers tucked strands of hair behind your ear. "Why do you think we waited two months? To fuck you during your most fertile days, of course. Oh, no, no, darling, don't cry," he cooed, seeing fresh tears dripping down your cheeks. "There's nothing to cry for. Don't worry, you won't be alone this time. My love, my sweet, sweet girl, don't waste your energy, you're going to need it soon." His words pledged devotion, but you knew how their idea of loyalty looked. Fierce, brutal, maddening, stripping you of any ounce of your pride, making you depend only on them.
And when Satoru lowered down, tracing kisses down your spine, the fat of your hips spilling from his clenched fingers and head of his cock slowly, slowly, pushing against your tight rim – a sharp moan escaped your lips.
Because it felt good. So, so fucking good.
"There she is," Suguru muttered, warm tongue licking off salty droplets on your cheeks. "Let your husbands take care of you, hm? My good girl, such a good wife you are."
"Fucking hell, sweetheart. Your cunt's still so tight. She's sucking me in," Satoru groaned, fingers squeezing your ass so hard, another cry bubbled in your throat. "Suguru, join me in, just try not tear her apart."
"No, wait, Suguru, it's been too long!"
He hushed you, hand once again pushing you to the corner of his neck, cries muffled by his sizzling skin, as you felt another cock positioning itself at your entrance.
Satoru thrusted, droplets of sweat beaming on his forehead, as he spread apart your drenched folds, seeing how his cock disappeared in your tight cunt. A shudder went down his spine when he hit your cervix, and walls suddenly clutched him desperately.
"You took it once, darling, you will take it again. Relax, we'll take such good care of you," Suguru muttered, tracing small circles on your clit, to help you soften.
"Come on, sweetheart. You're squeezing me too hard, ahh," Satoru pulled out, letting Suguru drench his cock in your dripping cum "Be a good wife and loosen up, hm? I know you can do it, sweets."
And with how much heat was coiling in your belly, head spinning and cherry flush dripping down your neck – your head nodded politely.
Oh, such a stupid, horny girl you were, with your cunt squeezing around nothing and ovulation hitting your head hard, stripping you down from any logical thinking when it came to their cocks, hard and ready to fill your womb up.
Your husbands chuckled when you moved your hips against Satoru's shaft, leaving wet smudges on his happy trail, hole catching on the head of Suguru's cock, trying to suck it in, like a simple whore you were.
"P-please," you cried, tears drenching Suguru's neck. "Just f-fuck me, please."
"What did you say, darling?" Suguru muttered, once again pulling your head up and meeting your teary gaze. "So you do want us to fill you up, right?"
"You want to cum on our cocks?"
"You want us to fuck a baby into you?"
This time, you hesitated slightly, but Suguru's fingers on your clit and his cock kissing your entrance made you nod twice as hard.
He smiled gently, eyes curved like a moon, grip on your neck loosening up. Because who was he to refuse his dearest wife if she asked so politely?
Fortunately, you decided to make it easy for both them and yourself!
He didn't want to force himself on you, but, well, if the situation was desperate, he would have no other choice but to push your head into the pillow and fuck you senseless till you would wake up pregnant.
So when both he and Satoru pushed their cocks inside, fat shaft stretching your cunt brutally, forcefully, with juices drenching their girth, you stopped breathing. After three years of having no sex at all, taking both cocks at the same time was truly torturous, with your throat clenching, walls feverish and sharp cries escaping your lungs, at the pain and pleasure that mixed in your lower belly.
"D-darling, dear god, loosen up please," Suguru muttered, fingers of one hand pinching your clit, another clenched down on your ass. "You're gonna hurt yourself, baby, relax."
But how could you, with two fat cocks hammering through your tight pussy, stretching your walls and grazing your cervix with their tips, till you almost felt them in your lungs.
"S'too much, mhmm, Sugu, Toru, p-please wait–"
"Can't hear ya, baby, your pussy's too loud," Satoru laughed, pushing his cock deeper, deeper, thick shaft smearing precum on your walls, juices dripping down its length, until they finally bottomed out with balls right against your ass.
Your body trembled as if pierced by cold, but a sweet mewl bubbled in your throat, eyes crossed, and lips spread, letting Suguru place his thumb on your tongue.
"Deep breath, darling. We're going to move now."
But it was too late when he shushed you sweetly, muscular arm embracing you in a tight hug, as both of your husbands pulled out and stuffed your cunt once again on their monstrous cocks. You cried, feeling the brutal pace they've set, your lower belly bulging slightly, with Satoru pushing his palm on your swelled skin.
"Riiight here, can you feel it, sweetheart? We're gonna put a baby right here." His fingers traced the shape of their cocks, stretching your stomach till the world spun in front of your eyes.
They rammed, sealing your cunt with their heavy shafts, hips pushing against yours, and ragged breaths escaping their lips every time you clenched them tightly.
They've devoured you entirely, with sharp thrusts and wet tongues wandering on your skin. With Satoru's mouth murmuring how sweet your pussy was, oh so sweet, with the fat of your ass moving together with their thrusts, making him absolutely lose his mind. Suguru's fingers were still circling your clit, lewd lips whispering obscenely to your ear, of how raw he will fuck you, with your cunt always kept warm and stuffed full of their cum, till your tits will get heavy with milk and belly deliciously plumped.
And you could only moan like a slut, a rag doll pushed on their cocks, with another wave of heat filling your belly, thighs trembling slightly.
"Mmmm I'm s-so close, p-please, please, please–"
"Yeah baby? You feel that fucking good?" Satoru asked, your head nodding faintly, lulled on Suguru's chest. "A little bit more, sweetheart. Just a little bit more."
But the truth was that both of them were at their limit, feeling not only the warm embrace of your pussy, but also their cocks rubbing against one another – soaked, hard, heads smooching your cervix, pressing against it brutally, smudging with salty drops. Sweat was dripping down their temples, hair glued to their foreheads, when they looked at your small figure, trembling under their heavy thrusts.
Oh, how beautiful you were, with these pouty lips and fingers clenched on Suguru's arms, pussy squeezing them lovingly, and eyes looking at Suguru with so much trust, desperation, devotion; they needed just a glimpse of your trembling fear to push, push hard against your womb.
And with one last thrust, shuddered breath and squeezed eyes, they felt your cunt fluttering around their shaft, another wave of cum drenching down their cocks when they came inside, painting your walls with gluey ropes.
"You'd better beg it takes the first time, or you won't be leaving this room for another month," Suguru gasped, his hand gripping your hair, lips pressing against yours. "Think about running again, and we will break both of your legs. Do you understand?"
And they knew you were too overwhelmed to answer properly, just giving them a short nod and small cry, when they pushed against your womb ever harder, filling you with so much cum you felt it in your throat.
"I'm sorry, darling. I know we promised, but this is for your safety. It'll be better that way," Suguru whispered, still keeping your head in his strong palms. Satoru pulled out, moving behind you, something heavy hitting the floor. "We love you so, so much, you know? Don't worry, you'll never, ever leave us again?"
But then, sudden pain went through your thigh, a thin needle going deep into your skin, before you heard a click!
Something hugged your ankle. Warm, soft, but nevertheless feeling a bit heavy.
Your head tried to move, eyes hazy, mind somehow spinning more than it should. You moved your leg, hearing something clacking on a wooden floor, too short to let you move freely, even on a bed.
"Shush, darling, just go to sleep. Everything's okay, yeah? You don't have to worry about anything. Just be a good girl and go to sleep."
Your eyes fought to stay open, lashes heavy, vision swimming. The room tilted slightly, shadows stretching longer than they should. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears – slow, sluggish, drugged.
"S-sugu–" Your voice felt small, swallowed by the room.
Suguru leaned closer, pressing his forehead gently to yours. His hands were still warm against your cheeks, thumbs brushing under your eyes with unbearable tenderness.
"I know," he whispered. "I know you’re confused."
Behind you, Satoru climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped with his weight, and soon his arms were around your waist, strong and unyielding. Chin rested on your shoulder, breath soft against your neck.
"You tried to leave," Satoru murmured, almost pouting. "That really hurt our feelings, y’know?"
You tried to turn, but your body didn’t cooperate, thoughts lagged behind fear.
"I was just–" you started.
"But it’s okay," Satoru cut through, lips pressed against your neck. "We’ll just start over. Every marriage has its ups and downs, right?"
Your vision blurred. Tears or exhaustion – you couldn’t tell.
Your body finally gave in to the heaviness pulling you under. The room softened, edges melting into darkness. As sleep dragged you down, one awful, quiet realisation settled in your chest:
For you to foolishly believe them, lower your guard. Invite them yourself, drag them once again into your life, just like you did all those years ago.
To give them your consent, they mistook for granting them full control.
Because, after all, you were nothing but a stupid, naive girl.
a/n: Wow, it was a long road with this one. This was my first fanfic ever written in English (series too), so you may see a big difference between the language in the first and last chapters. I hope the change is for the better! I know some people probably wanted a different ending, so I'm truly sorry to disappoint you. I think tho, that them dragging her back was the clearest way to show how the main character was dependent and addicted to both of them. She sometimes had these thoughts of maybe wanting to live a normal life, but still couldn't forget about all the sweet moments they've spent together. That's how toxic relationships work, I guess. And because of some plot holes and different writing styles, I will be correcting previous chapters to rewrite them a bit better!
Kisses, thank you for all the comments and support <3
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