loving you was really hard
Two years of dating, three years of marriage. You, Suguru and Satoru – a match made in heaven, most people could be jealous of. You loved each other so deeply that it almost hurt. Although... sometimes their love felt a little too tight. A little too consuming. But that's what true devotion looked like, right? You’re still wondering, while packing the suitcases with tears running down your cheeks.
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pairing: Satosugu x Reader
content/warnings: MDNI 18+, marriage, husband Geto Suguru x reader, husband Gojo Satoru x reader, Satosugu, yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, dark romance, pregnancy, kinda babytrapping, anything but healthy relationship, HEAVY smut, HEAVY breeding kink, if I put this tag it'll be a spoiler, manipulation, guilt-tripping, age gap, violence
WC: 4.4k
art by kkatsujii
──── Chapter Four
On your year anniversary, they proposed.
Or at least, that's how they called it.
As in truth, after a few days of enjoying the sizzling Okinawa's sun and sweating sex on the private beach, one morning the ring suddenly appeared on your finger. With a thin, delicate band and a big diamond, shining in the rays spilling through your beach house's windows.
You woke with one heavy body plastered to your back and the other cuddled into your front, with something soft and fluffy nestled between your breasts. Looking down with still slightly sleepy eyes, you saw Satoru's milky face, enjoying a deep slumber right between your breasts.
A low chuckle slipped past your lips as you gently brushed his hair and looked over your shoulder. To Suguru, whose long raven locks tickled your back and warm breath hit your neck.
Waves rolled behind the window over the golden sand, the wind moved the flimsy curtains barely protecting your tangled bodies from sun kisses and something… something glimmered.
You noticed it after lifting a hand to shield Satoru's face from the sun. An elegant band encircled your finger, with a shiny diamond catching the golden rays.
You shifted between their bodies, a soft gasp slipping past your lips. Something began to bloom beneath your chest. A feeling of the most maddening love, devotion, and… a sudden, uncontrollable fear. Doubt?
Your fingers tingled, a band wrapped around one of them, burning the skin down to the bones, and an eerie thought slipped into your mind. To maybe take it–
"Do you like it?" a low, sleepy voice filled the bedroom, and soon after, warm lips placed a soft kiss on your naked shoulder. "It looks perfect."
You nodded and bit your lower lip. "It is, Sugu," you said, looking at the shoulder, your gaze met gentle, lavender eyes. "Did I miss something while sleeping? I don't remember any kneeling or questions, and certainly– ah!"
A soft moan wrapped your heart when you felt something bite your nipples.
Or rather, someone. With crystal eyes and a cheeky smile, looking up from between your breasts. Satoru's big hand grabbed your tit, squishing it softly between his fingers.
"Satoru!" Another soft cry slipped away when he sucked on your hardened bud.
The wetness of his tongue soothed the previous bite before he took the plush fat fully into his mouth.
Something poked your belly, something else your back, making your mind all soft and fuzzy, with droplets of fresh sweat already coiling on your neck.
"Would you refuse us, darling?" Suguru's low voice tickled your ear as fingers wrapped around your neck. A soft squeeze made your spine tingle and your hips arch in a gentle curve, as if seeking a hardness that spilt precum all over your lower back. "Hm? Would you say no if we asked if you wanted to marry us?"
At first, you didn't say anything. His fingers tightened around your neck. Burning your skin with a slight perilousness – something fiery, spreading an air of authority and control. Waiting for your decision, although all three of you knew there was none to make.
And thus you nodded, feeling the barely visible tension leave their bodies. Suguru's fingers brushed your neck, slipping up to chin, before turning your head back. To meet the depth of his almond-shaped eyes, fixed on your face with the last traces of dominant temper that clung to Suguru like a second skin.
"Say it, darling," he murmured, squishing your cheeks. "Say that you want to marry us."
Satoru pulled himself closer, sticking himself to your naked body. The wetness started to pool between your thighs, as his fingers slipped down and down, in slow moves, as if trying to feel the goosebumps coating your skin.
A sly smile curved his lips, as he bit the swell of your breasts. "Sweetheart, don't leave us waiting. You know how nasty Suguru can be when he gets angry."
He tried to joke, but oh… you knew.
And so that's why you nodded again, and again, pulling Suguru into a wet kiss, and allowing him to devour you completely. With a finger digging into your jaw and a muscular arm locking around your waist.
"Of course I w-want to," slipped in a moan, when Satoru's fingers brushed your clit. "I-mmm-want to, w-want to, fuck, I l-love you so much."
Suguru smiled into your lips, Satoru chuckled.
But maybe it was exactly right then.
After your engagement, when things started to get nasty.
A bit more controlling,
You began staying home more often, their constant presence lingering in your thoughts. Shadows always blend with yours, as if to make sure you wouldn't suddenly vanish.
They wished to marry you right away, but the graduation was just around the corner, and so you truly wanted to get that diploma. Leave university life behind you and finally enter the adult life that seems stable.
And loving, kind, with your two fiancées pampering you sweetly, always brimming with love, warmth, and… well. And everything else too.
Especially on late nights, when your cunt was crying from the brutal stretch of their cocks and tears dripped down your puffy cheeks. Trembling fingers curled around Suguru's raven hair, Satoru's big palms pulled you onto his cock with maddeningly brutal thrusts, spilling the warm fluid straight into your womb.
Their touch soon became much more possessive, rough, and yet also gentle. Finger marking the swell of your belly, lips curling around the nipples with a crying moan, cum spilling from your pussy in waves, as they tried to push it back inside.
Sometimes they were out of control, digging a deep crease in the walls with a hit of the bed's frame, until you needed to stop them with miserable begging, feeling the pleasure rippling through your body. Your ears rang, your vision blurred as Satoru kissed away the tears coating your cheeks, and Suguru whispered dirty little nothing into the burning petals of your ears.
"Come on, darling, don't be shy," he murmured, keeping you in a tight mating press on his chest. Satoru hung over your bodies, with lips capturing yours into a messy kiss. "Be a good girl and cum for us, hm? Make us baby daddies. Fuck, you're going to look so fucking beautiful all round with our child."
Mewling and babbling, you could do nothing but nod and allow them to pound on your cunt with a delicious painfulness. Till your belly bulged with their cocks, pumping your swollen womb with another wave of warm cum.
"Shhh, it's fine sweetheart," Satoru whispered, rubbing your tired, overly sensitive clit. "Come on, just give us another one. Our good, good wife, aren't you? Such a beauty, makes us wanna lock you up and never leave this bedroom," he giggled, following the frown pulling your brows.
You didn't say anything. Because there was simply no need, since you already didn't mind them treating you like their wife.
In fact, it made you all bubbly and soft, with your body melting into theirs and your heart beating completely and restlessly under their command.
You ignored the lines of threat that sometimes beamed off their voices. The sentences that made your spine drip with shivers. A tone, a bit too controlling, slightly eerie, but quickly washed away by Satoru's laughter.
That's who they were, you kept reminding yourself. Slightly dominant, a bit too controlling, but yours. With hearts, souls, and minds fully devoted to cherishing the love that bloomed between the three of you, even if loving them was sometimes much, much harder than it should be.
Or maybe that's how it should look?
On nights when you could hardly move, with all your holes leaking their cum and folds swollen from constant rubbing.
Lying on Satoru's chest, you breathed heavily as Suguru gently wiped your thighs with a damp towel.
"You're stuffed full, darling," he muttered, brushing your swollen clit. You giggled, kicking him away with your feet. "I wouldn't be surprised if it took."
"Mmm," a soft hum slipped past your lips as Satoru's fingers began to rub your temple. "We're not married yet, and you already want a baby?"
Suguru chuckled, pushing a sipping cum back into your pussy, with a smooth clench a little, darling.
"We'll be married in a month, so what's the difference?" Satoru murmured, looking down at your peaceful forehead. "Your belly wouldn't show in the dress if that's what you're worried about."
"Hm, I guess. If it takes, then it takes," you said, cuddling closer into Satoru's warm chest. "We have all the time in the world, no?"
Well, no.
You had all the time in the world – still in your early twenties, barely a graduate and still fresh to the whole "adult life". Although they made it quite clear that you would not work or do anything that required you to do anything aside from enjoying yourself and taking pleasure in what they offered.
But they… really wanted a child.
And you knew it from the very beginning, even though the reality of how desperate they were felt overwhelming. Already in their thirties, they found the idea of having children natural. At least, much, much more than for you, who still harboured a shy wish simply to live. Away from marriage, away from anything that could tie you down.
But at the same time, whenever Suguru's protective arms curled around you and Satoru's laugh tingled your heart – you wanted to stay. To play the role of a loving, dutiful wife and be spoiled like a lovely little nymph.
But then, while lying on Satoru's chest and humming sweetly under his soft fingers, your fiancées didn't need to know that you simply couldn't get pregnant. Because a month ago, and exactly two before the wedding, you switched from pills to an IUD.
As it was more comfortable, safer… secretive.
Two months ago, on a random evening, your pills simply vanished. They just weren't there, in the purse where you always kept them.
A soft hum slipped past your lips as you started looking all over the bag for this little plastic box. But it just wasn't there.
Or in the bathroom cabinet, the bedside drawer, kitchen shelf – nowhere.
While still looking for a little box between the bag of flour and the spices, a heavy, nervous sigh rolled of your lips.
"Have you seen my pills?" you asked, looking over your shoulder at Suguru. He stood at the counter, humming a tune under his breath and slicing the raw meat for your dinner. "I can't find them anywhere."
Not looking your way, not even shrugging, he slipped in, "Oh, I threw them away," and went back to cooking.
He said it so casually, almost as if it were natural, that all you could do was crack a smile and shake your head. Your gaze shifted to Satoru, sitting on the couch, watching TV without bothering to answer your question.
Shooting Suguru last, playful look, you went towards Satoru, curling your arms around him from behind the couch. He giggled, pressing his cheek to meet your sweet, wet kiss.
"Satoru, where did you hide them?" A pout twisted your lips, eyes crossed with the endless, gentle blue.
He looked at you with so much love, devotion, and utmost tenderness that smooched your fluttering heart with the loveliness of his kisses, as he–
"Sweetheart, Suguru just told you," he said with a soft smile, brushing your cheek with a thumb. "He threw them away."
You stood there, bent over the couch, with arms still curled around his neck. White locks tickled your lips as they fell apart.
Something in your ears began to ring so sharply that you wondered whether their statement had made you deaf. It must have, because your mind couldn't quite grasp the reasoning behind what they said.
Slowly pulling away from Satoru, you still cracked a laugh, but this time it was laced with a slight concern.
"That's not funny," you shrugged, looking between your two fiancées. "What do you mean, you threw them away?"
Your words bounced off the walls without an echo. Satoru was still sprawled on the sofa, while Suguru cut large pieces of meat with unwavering calm. With raven hair pinned in a low bun and lavender eyes not even bestowing you a glance.
They didn't blink, didn't even move, as if the words that had just passed between the three of you were normal. As if both of them had already approved this decision without telling you.
"Sure, it isn't funny," Suguru said, sliding the potatoes into the oven and wiping his hands on the apron you bought him last year. And then finally met your eyes. "You can’t get pregnant on a pill. We're getting married in two months, so why not just start trying now?"
Oh, must have been joking.
"But why didn't you discuss it with me?" came almost tearfully, as you tried to suppress the rage that was coiling beneath your chest.
Your fists clenched, forehead furrowed, and eyes locked onto Suguru's intense, relentless, and commanding gaze.
Standing there, you were completely stunned, struggling to process his words. You couldn’t accept it – the fact that they had taken all your pills and thrown them away without any prior discussion. Not seeing their actions as deeply messed up and wrong made you want to scream, to fight back fiercely, expecting any reaction other than this innocent yet dark smile, which made you feel anxious.
"Why would we? I thought it was for our own good," he said, casually snacking on a red pepper. "It's not like you would say no, is it?"
Your mind raced with disbelief and confusion. Panic spread across your chest. Tears were dangerously close to spilling over the boiling point, and you needed to dig your nails into your palms so they wouldn't fall.
"Are you kidding me?"
But none of them answered, leaving a silence so heavy it wrapped around your neck in a strangling hug.
"How could you…" forming a sentence felt almost impossible.
The thoughts clashed against one another. The thoughts clashed against one another. Shoko's tears when you broke the news of your engagement to her suddenly came back to you. Her begging not to marry them. To sell the ring and leave the city, maybe the country, do anything to leave their psychotic clutches that were slowly taking you away from her.
You haven't talked to her then.
How long has it been… hm. Six months?
Blood boiled in your veins, painting your vision red. Your head hit with a sudden, explosive force, making your teeth grind.
"Are you both insane?" shut up, shut up, shut up. "Why do you mean you threw them away? Are you sick?" oh god, stop, stop, stop, that's enough, don't make Suguru angry, don't–
"Are you psychos? You make me fucking sick!"
The temperature in the room dropped. Something cold spilt tickled down your spine. Heart began to beat a bit faster, pounding against your shuddering chest, till nothing but its terrified pounding filled the place.
It seemed your mind still couldn't grasp the words that had just fallen from your lips. The tone you used. Rage bubbling in your throat, forcing you to spill your thoughts a bit too fast. Too reckless.
With your gaze fixed on the wooden floor you cherished so dearly, a shuddering breath escaped your lips. Then, in the heavy silence that settled among the three of you, it became clear that some words are better left unsaid.
You felt Suguru's eyes on your trembling body.
Heard a muted TV. In the corner of your eye, noticed Satoru looking over his shoulder. With lips still curved in a gentle smile, but eyes filled almost numb. Not angry, just… so strange.
Your throat bobbed, fists slowly loosened up.
And when you looked up, a faint oh slipped past your lips. As Suguru, your Suguru, the man who could make you cry with pleasure and let cuddle into his chest like a baby, looked at you with… nothing. In the most terrifying sense of the word, as if the rage boiling inside him was desensitising his feelings. Changing the lavender warmth into the most washed-out, dead shade of purple.
You crossed the line.
It wasn't the first time, sure, as your temperament often clashed with Suguru's need to control every single one of your choices, but… this time you really did it.
Broke every single rule that he made up in that slightly twisted mind.
Suguru set down a knife, the soft clink on the wooden board far too loud in the heavy silence of the room. You shrugged, gaze quickly slipping to Satoru.
But this time, he couldn't help you. With the playfulness that somehow made Suguru calm his temper and let you do whatever he initially disagreed with. Whether it's going out with friends or choosing fast food over his homemade dinner.
This time, his plush lips curved into a soft, barely visible smile, and his eyes shimmered with pity. Rage? Irritation?
Maybe even shame? Shame that whatever Suguru did, he wouldn't be able to help you.
Not this time.
Suguru wiped his hands with a towel, stalking slowly towards you. Each step felt so heavy it seemed the ground trembled beneath you – or maybe it was just your own body.
He was merely a few metres away, and yet the time stretched into years. Ages, centuries, as your widened eyes only after a second noticed that his one hand was still gripping the knife. The rest of the raw meat still glistened on the sharpened steel, as it glimmered under the golden light of the living room.
You took a cautious step back. And back, back, back, before finally hitting the wall.
And he stood right in front of you, with utmost peace haunting his handsome forehead and withered eyes looking down at you. The height difference had never felt as terrifying as it did then. The heavy scent of his cologne suffocated your mind, and heat radiated from his body.
"I think," he started, lifting his hand to brush your cheek. With a big thumb, slashing through the boiling warmth of your skin. "I misheard you, darling. Could you please repeat?"
But how could you, if breathing alone was already difficult enough?
You could barely look at him, bear the heaviness of his fingers on your skin, the closeness of his body, growing closer and closer.
"I–"
And it dawned upon you that you were utterly alone.
Entirely surrounded by wolves within a house that offered no refuge, at their mercy, whether you wished it or not. Men who loved you with a fierce intensity, capable of shattering bones.
Yet it was the first time you truly saw their possessive, primal nature as something dangerous. Until then, you had seen it as rather amusing, maybe even endearing. This obsessive devotion, the relentless protectiveness of their dearest girl. As something overwhelming, yet, in their way, formed for your own good.
You accepted it with love and kindness, allowing whatever was going on in their heads to live its own life.
And maybe that was the problem.
Because then, standing before Suguru, eyes flicking between his stony face and fingers gripped around a knife – a sudden, unusual thought slipped into your mind. That maybe, just slightly, you might've regretted it.
That you took it too lightly and ignored all the possible signs.
What were your chances of winning against them? You had never really thought about it before, given how pampered you were – so well cared for, loved fiercely, making your friends jealous! After all, who wouldn’t want their boyfriends to be completely crazy about you?
Yo–
"You need to speak a little louder, darling," he repeated, sending shivers down your spine.
His fists clenched, bare forearms taut with tension, as if struggling to restrain something. Something violent.
Oh, would he hit you?
No, you thought. That was impossible. He would never.
He was just a man deciding whether he needed to remind you of your place.
"I…" you started again, feeling his fingers lift your chin. With a slight pinch, the squeeze that told you that winning against him in a purely power-based sense would be impossible.
But Satoru… if anything happened, Satoru would help you. Would he?
"I'm listening."
Oh, it was so, so humiliating.
"I s-said that you shouldn’t d–"
"No, darling," he laughed deeply, and you needed to hold your breath. "That's not what you said. Start from the words are you insane?"
But how could you say it again, with the icy blue eyes of your other fiancé piercing right through you? Oh, you shouldn’t have said it. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl.
"Suguru…" a soft plea slipped away.
His head tilted, almond-shaped eyes squinted. "Are we making you feel sick?"
And then, finally, a cry rolled off your lips. Making your whole body shake and tremble, with crystal droplets dripping down, straight onto his fingers still pinching your chin.
"Sugu, I–"
"You're such a pretty crier, darling," he whispered, brushing away the saline liquid. "But you didn't answer my question."
Your head shook. And shook, and shook, and shook, till tears began to drip onto the wooden floor, and ugly sobs slashed through the still air.
But Suguru stood with the same indifferent expression. With eyes taking in your face twisted in fear.
"P-Please, don't be like that," you mumbled, trying to nuzzle into his warm palm. When he didn't reject you, a grain of hope began to bloom in your chest. He couldn’t, and you knew that. You were their only weakness, after all. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, truly, I…" Another uncontrollable cry escaped your throat. "I just… got scared."
He cupped the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair so gently it felt threatening.
And then, within a second, the tension fell.
His eyes slipped back into the familiar, lavender warmth, and lips curved in a kind smile.
"There we go," he murmured, kissing your forehead. "Don't make me sad ever again, hm?"
If that was what he called being sad, you never wished to see him truly furious.
Your head nodded so sweetly, he just couldn’t contain a chuckle.
"I think... my period is coming. You know how it is," your lips brushed the softness of his hand as you pressed it closer to your cheek. "I know, you did it for my good–"
"Our good."
You froze.
"Yes, you’re right. Our good," you corrected yourself.
And that was it – the fight had ended. Satoru finally smiled, then turned back to the TV, while Suguru calmly talked about the dinner he was going to prepare for you. You sat on a kitchen stool, listening as he described the nutritional value of everything he had bought. Perfect for building up women's health!
You sat there with a forced smile, nodding along to every word he said, watching how skillfully he wielded the knife through the fresh meat. His heavy-handed technique was so intense that it almost felt like it was pressing against your throat.
Had he ever killed someone?
You shivered, quickly shaking the thought off. Oh, what a strange notion it was! And yet, somehow, in a kind of impossible-to-describe way, it felt natural. The image of his fingers gripping the knife was still fresh in your mind.
"Did you hear me?" Suguru asked, while you felt Satoru’s arms embracing you from behind.
Your gaze lifted, taking in Suguru's calm face. So handsome, peaceful, gentle. Completely different from the monster you saw a few minutes ago.
"Sorry, I didn’t focus," you murmured, Satoru holding you tighter.
His fluffy hair brushed against your chin as he nuzzled into your neck.
"You can’t eat spicy anymore. It’s bad for your body."
But I love spicy food, you almost said.
"You shouldn’t leave the house that often, either," Satoru mumbled, brushing his nose against your neck. "What if you get hurt before the wedding?"
You wanted to explode again. To scream, kick your feet, throw things around, and escape from here, perhaps even... turn back time.
You’re going to get married, for God’s sake, you can’t think of such things!
"It’s only for the time being, darling. Till the wedding and, you know, till you…"
"Get pregnant," you murmured, nodding politely, eyes fixed on the raw meat, obediently tearing under Suguru’s heavy hand.
"Oh, and I don’t think your period is coming," he started again. Satoru held you even tighter. "At least not for the next two weeks, don’t you think? I have your cycle written down in my calendar."
But you remained silent. As what in the world could you possibly say?
After that day, you asked them to take you to the gynaecologist, saying you wanted to plan the pregnancy. You knew they wouldn’t agree otherwise, as they could always tell if something was wrong with your body. Thankfully, this argument made them more than happy to arrange a visit.
And thank God, they agreed to take you to the doctor you had been seeing for years. Not one of those "family" or "friends" doctors you couldn't trust. No, the net of contacts they spread around themselves stretched from doctors and lawyers to the police force and politicians.
To everyone who, three years from then, would be unable to help you.
No, you needed someone who could keep things private, with no ties to your future husbands. So you begged your gynaecologist for an IUD, asking her to keep it secret. You were on the verge of tears in her office, willing to kneel for this damn contraception because you simply couldn’t get pregnant. Not right now, at least.
Despite her reluctance, she did it for you and reassured your fiancées that your body was healthy and capable of conceiving.
That’s why, while lying sprawled on Satoru's chest, you felt calm. Safe, assured, knowing that the simple nods of your head were enough to keep their utmost certainty that getting you pregnant would be that easy.
A month later, you were already married.
Three years after the wedding, Sukuna was helping you run away. With a swollen belly and nothing but hope keeping you alive.
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