BNHA Smutty One Shots: These are connected to but not the sum total of smut in my BNHA fics. Thay have just come out in such at way that they can be enjoyed without having read the story. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1616485
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Light In the Darkness – Book I: Light: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20887595/chapters/49650020
Light In the Darkness – Book II: Dark: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28997145/chapters/71164404
Black Clover Smutty One Shots:These are connected to my Black Clover fic ‘Light In the Darkness’. But since I’m keeping that fic rated mature but the thirst is real I’ve done some smutty one shots. https://archiveofourown.org/series/1889548
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All proceeding chapters will be linked one at a time in subsequent order at the top of the prior and next chapter.
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I would absolutely LOVE this theory to be come true; but I think a split 2-course 24 episode season might be more likely. But I REALLY don't want to be left hanging until the winter season, so I hope your theory's right.
Like Hoarded Gold (Part 13) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader
Part 12 TBC in Part 14
Summary: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are complete strangers to you, but when they unexpectedly learn of the tragic news that has irrevocably shattered your life to pieces, the two of them become determined to help you and make you happy again, whether you want them to or not.
Warnings: Stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, gaslighting, voyeurism, explicit smut, implied kidnapping, toxic manipulation, breeding kink, talk of baby-trapping the Reader, VERY YANDERE!!!, see tags for more...
Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this or any future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.
You didn't get a wink of sleep for the rest of the night, as you remained far too paranoid that one or both of them would come sneaking in to try something nefarious with you while they suspected you were asleep and still in an emotionally vulnerable state.
And the glaring lack of a lock on the door in this room had never at all bothered you before, but it sure as fuck did now.
The first thing you had done as soon as you were able to think with a bit more clarity was to snatch your birth control from your bag, because until you could find the right moment to make a break for it and run, you wanted to know exactly where it was at all times. You had no intention of ever having sex with either of them again, but if their obsession with you and need for control went as deep as you now suspected it did, you wouldn't put it past them to try and force themselves on you to get what they wanted.
You just prayed you would be long gone and far, far away from them before you ever had to find out if that was a bridge they were actually willing to cross.
The second task you had seen to handling, was packing two small bags and getting everything ready to go and hidden safely under the bed, so you could quickly and quietly leave the moment an ideal opportunity presented itself to you. You weren't taking much; your legal and personal documents were a must have, some clothes for both hot and cold weather, since you weren't sure where exactly you were going to end up once you left, and going back to your hometown seemed pointless now, as you had no one to go back to. Not to mention that might be one of the first places they will try and look for you once they realize you’d flown the coop.
The real and biggest issue for you though was money to make this plan happen.
You didn't have any of your own savings left, and you obviously couldn't buy a plane ticket or withdraw any large sums from their accounts without raising at least some kind of suspicion, but thankfully, it didn't take you long to realize that the answer to your dilemma was scattered all over the room, and the rest of the apartment.
One of Satoru’s biggest love languages was gift giving, and he always did so with extreme and excessive abundance.
Since the moment you made the mistake of agreeing to be their girlfriend, Satoru had been finding every excuse in the book to love bomb you with all kinds of expensive gifts; from clothes and jewelry, to little trinkets and household items, even the groceries and self-care products you now used all had much bigger price tags and a bougie quality to them.
So you highly doubted that either of them would notice if a few little things disappeared from around the apartment.
If this were any other situation, you might have felt a modicum of guilt for deciding to pawn off such expensive items that had been gifted to you, but given the circumstances of the situation you now found yourself in, you felt it was more like karmic justice. They're deceptive actions and deplorable behavior were the reason you felt like you had no other choice but to flee from them in secret, so it only seemed right that they should be the ones to pay for and facilitate it, even if they never learned of their unintentional involvement in your sudden disappearance from their lives.
But now, as morning dawned bright and clear, the day started off with you in the bathroom, thankfully behind a blessedly locked door, retching over the toilet bowl as the thought of actually having to face them filled you with a noxious sort of dread.
After learning the horrible truth about them, the idea of seeing them in the morning hadn't exactly been a pleasant thought, but you had been willing to tolerate it because you knew you had no other choice. However, the moment you heard their soft voices coming down the stairs, gut wrenching panic had swiftly set in and you soon found yourself racing for the bathroom, the only space in the room that had a lock on it.
*knock knock knock*
You nearly jumped out of your skin as the quiet rapping of knuckles on the wooden door echoed in the otherwise quiet space, and you hated that you were so in tune with them that you immediately knew it was Satoru standing on the other side of the flimsy barrier, just by the pattern and tempo of his knock.
“Cupcake? Are you in there? We noticed you didn't eat your dinner last night, so we made breakfast and thought you might want to join us this morning.”
His soft and tentative voice cut through what little composure you had managed to gain in the last hour or two, and the sound which had once filled you with light and joy now served only to terrify you as another wave of nausea hit and you loudly heaved the already depleted contents of your stomach into toilet once more.
“Sweetheart, are you alright?!”
This time it was Suguru's panicked and worried tone that sent your stomach roiling as he banged on the door with a little more force than his partner had, even jiggling the handle to try and test if they could just bust in, because of course they never had any kind of respect for your boundaries or personal space, hence why they entered the bedroom before getting any kind of permission from you.
Not that you would have given it.
Seriously, how the fuck had you managed to ignore all these red flags this whole fucking time?
As the knocking continued and their pleas for you to open up turned from desperate to demanding, you suddenly found yourself losing what little composure you had left, and, in a fit of blind rage, you hurled the metal water bottle you’d been drinking out of at the door as hard as you could.
“For fuck’s sake!” You practically screamed through a fresh wave of tears. “Take a hint and leave me alone for five goddamn minutes and stop with the desperate clingy bullshit!”
It hit with a satisfying crash, leaving a decent sized divot in the door, but it got the desired effect when it immediately shut them both up for a few seconds.
“A-Angel?” You heard Suguru whisper, as though he couldn't believe what you had just done.
You expected them to overreact as usual, to begin trying even harder to get inside, but they were suspiciously quiet for far longer than you anticipated and all you were able to make out were the vague sounds of whispered words too hushed for you to properly make out.
And then, to your even greater shock and disbelief, they did something you never would have expected, not in a million years, and especially not considering what you now knew about them.
They backed off and walked away, without any further complaint…
“Alright, it's clear to us that you need a little more time in there, cupcake.” Satoru announced, and it didn't take a genius to pick up on how the words sounded so… happy?
“We’ll keep your breakfast warm for you, and in the meantime, we'll leave for classes whenever you're ready, and when we get home tonight, we'll get this whole misunderstanding cleared up so the three of us can go back to normal, m’kay?”
He sounded genuinely pleased by something and you immediately knew, deep within the fear center of your brain, that whatever conclusion his delusional mind had come to in order to warrant such an out of character response, you didn't want to stick around long enough to ever learn what it was.
You needed to leave, and it needed to happen today.
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The moment they were out of your general earshot, Suguru whirled on his boyfriend, demanding answers for his very legitimate concerns.
“What the fuck, Satoru?!” Suguru hissed between clenched teeth, as every single atom of his being roared at him to get inside that bathroom and take care of you, to make sure you were safe and well and unharmed. “Why are we just leaving her alone in there when she's clearly not in a good place mentally or physically?!”
But as he watched Satoru’s beautiful expression contort from one of contemplation, to one of overjoyed and gleeful excitement, he knew there had to be a good reason for the young man's change in attitude and willingness to walk away when you so very clearly needed their love and support right now.
“Babe, how long do you think it usually takes for pregnancy symptoms to kick in?” Satoru asked as he turned to fix his blinding smile and quizzical azure gaze on him. “Probably a few weeks at the very least, or maybe closer to around two months, does that sound about right? Though I guess it's probably different for everyone, since I've heard that no two pregnancies are ever the same.”
At first, Suguru wasn't sure where he was going with this line of questioning, because, yes, the both of them now desperately wanted to get you pregnant, to see all the ways your lovely body would very soon be changing as it remolded itself in order to accommodate for the precious new life it would have growing inside of it. But this was clearly not the time to be bringing that up, not when you were in such a terrible state and on the outs with them. They needed to deal with this current situation first and get back in your good graces, then they could work on swapping your birth control and spending a few months trying to fuck a baby into that perfect womb of yours.
“Satoru, baby…” He started off gently, not wanting to sour his good mood, but needing to get them on the same page. “I get that you're excited about our plans, I am too, but don't you think we should be focusing on the more immediate issues first, like getting her out of that bathroom so we can make sure she's not coming down with something more serious?”
But, much to Suguru's own confusion, Satoru’s smile only grew wider before he spoke the words that turned his whole world upside down.
“What if she's already pregnant?”
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Suguru blinked rapidly as he tried to process the words, to see how exactly his boyfriend had come to this particular hairbrained conclusion, but Satoru wasn't giving him time to think as his eagerness spilled over and now that he'd said the thought out loud, he couldn't seem to keep his excitement contained for a single moment longer.
“I know it sounds so fucking crazy, but just think about it for a second!” He said, his wide grin showing way too much teeth and his eyes bright with a kind of all consuming mania that likely would have left anyone else fleeing the room in terror. “Birth control isn't completely full proof, which means there's still some margin for error, and she's already showing signs!” He happily explained as he listed off his observations. “Her appetite has been strange here lately, like last week, remember how she kept insisting on having pickled onion with dinner every night, that's a pregnancy craving if I’ve ever heard of one, and now she's held up in the bathroom puking her guts up, like it's morning sickness.”
“Satoru-”
But the white haired menace wasn't finished with his tangent quite yet, as he still had a point or two to make.
“And come on, that stunt back there with the water bottle!” He exclaimed, motioning towards the bedroom door and the locked bathroom beyond it. “When has our (Y/N), our good and obedient babygirl, ever acted out like this? She doesn't throw temper tantrums over badly timed comments, or snap at us for trying to take care of her. There has to be something else at play going on here, and no matter how I choose to look at it, the signs are all pointing to her being pregnant.”
Suguru didn't want to get his own hopes up, but the longer he let Satoru go on, the more he began to wonder if he just might be onto something with this.
To a certain degree, he understood why you got so upset with them yesterday, what Satoru said had been thoughtless and, even if he hadn't meant it to sound so, was also very unkind. You were allowed to have bad days, to get angry and have a bit of time to cool down, and they were more than willing to allow you those basic emotional necessities. What they weren't willing to tolerate however, was you icing them out and giving them the cold shoulder for such an extended amount of time. Especially when neither of them had anticipated you still being angry with them by this point, in fact, they'd even expected to have you coming to them sometime in the night, finally unable to keep up this facade of anger as the ache of missing them grew too strong for you.
And the fact that you hadn't, was more than a little concerning to the two of them.
There was no reason for you to still be acting this way, not when they had already profusely apologized, but it seemed your anger had only grown stronger in the hours since yesterday, and for the life of him, he couldn't understand why.
There had to be more to this than just what took place yesterday, and as much as he tried to ignore the signs and evidence, Satoru’s conclusion was beginning to sound very probable the longer he dwelled on the possibility of it being real.
Until finally, even he, with all his level-headed thoughts and rationality, was unable to keep his growing smile from splitting his handsome face in two.
“We're gonna have a baby!” He whispered, the words filling him with a quiet wonder and immense joy he couldn't hope to contain, even if he tried.
Satoru however wasn't nearly as reserved as he grabbed Suguru by the waist to drag him closer in his embrace so he could kiss him senseless and share his joyous breath with him.
“Fuck yeah, we are!” He exclaimed as loud as he could without alerting you to their change in attitude. “We're gonna be the best fucking parents in the whole goddamn world!”
If Satoru was correct and he was reading the signs with as much accuracy as Suguru knew to expect from him at this point, being the prodigy that he was, then you were indeed pregnant and already going through the symptoms of the first trimester, but that was only if he was correct.
“Alright, let's stop and think about this for just a second.” He said, trying to get himself back into a speculative mindset before their imaginations got too out of hand. “If you're right about this-”
“Oh, I’m damn fucking sure I’m right! I’d be willing to bet my entire inheritance on it.”
Suguru rolled his eyes at his overly exaggerated claim, but he did have to admit that Satoru’s abundant confidence was most definitely helping his own stay so high.
“As I was saying, you brat.” He chided him, but there was zero heat behind the words, especially with the smile that adorned his face. “If you are right about this, and she really is pregnant, it likely would have had to occur during our time at the cabin, so perhaps she unintentionally missed a day or two of doses without any of us realizing it.”
Satoru nodded in agreement, and Suguru could see that his dick was already at half mast as he too was no doubt thinking about those blissful two weeks, where you were so relaxed and there was no talk of school or looking for a job, where you were content to simply let them take care of you and love you how they saw fit to do so. It would be so nice once the three of you were back on that routine, once you had nothing and no one else to focus on but them and the baby. You could spend your time however you wanted, doing whatever hobbies or tasks would make you happiest, even if it was nothing more than binge watching a series you had never had time for before, and they would do it all with you.
“Look…” Satoru said gently as he stepped forward to wrap his arms around him. “I know you're wondering if I’m overthinking this and have it all wrong, and maybe it's a very small possibility, but even if that is the case, we're still gonna have this baby one way or another, we just have to be a little patient. And yes, I am well aware of how ironic that must sound coming from me of all people.” He flashed him a soft and beaming smile.
“Just a few more weeks and then the three of us, soon to be four, are going to be living our best life together in peace and solitude, far away from all of this.” He gestured to the overpopulated city outside of the large wall of windows, and for once, despite his insane but still very believable claim that you were pregnant, Satoru was being the level-headed one, and that alone was more than enough to help Suguru calm down.
Because he was absolutely right, as happy as it would make them to learn that you were already pregnant, if it turned out that Satoru was regrettably wrong, it would be a massive disappointment, but it still wouldn't matter much in the end. They were going to knock you up one way or another, even if it meant waiting a little while longer, they would just prefer for it to happen sooner, rather than later.
“I’ll get a doctor's appointment set up for her sometime this week so we can get a more definitive answer, and in the meantime, we'll still swap out her birth control for something ineffective that just looks similar, then all our bases are covered. Does that sound like a good starting point to you?”
Suguru smiled and leaned in for another long and lazy kiss that left both of them feeling like they were walking on air.
“It’s perfect, just like you and her.”
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Standing near the entrance to your first class of the day, you couldn't help but wonder how you had allowed yourself to tolerate this disgusting behavior from them for the past eight months.
The way they both clung to you like used gum on the bottom of a shoe, constantly fussing and cooing over you like you were some sort of fragile porcelain doll or a clumsy toddler that could break and shatter at any second, it was maddening in a way you'd never realized before.
“We’ll be here to pick you up right after your class lets out!” Satoru exclaimed, his voice disturbingly cheerful in a way that made your skin crawl like never before, something about it making it seem all the more forced and at odds when compared with the cloud of angst that currently surrounded you.
Though, perhaps it had to do with the way he kept raking his hungry blue eyes up and down your body, bringing forth the memory of the things they had said about you last night, and the way they had sexualized their twisted fantasy of baby trapping you.
The idea of facing them in person was the most daunting thing you had ever done, but you knew that if you had any hope of escaping them today, you needed to put your big girl panties on and go to class. It was your only window of opportunity, and conveniently, you had a two hour lecture and a mock-test that morning in Sociology and Social Thought, while both of them also had classes to get to at the same time, and that was when you would make your move.
“So please don't leave for your next class, or to the cafe or something if one of us isn't here right away.” Suguru added, his tone not nearly as bright and overly cheerful as Satoru’s, but it was so soft and gentle that it had the same sickening effect on you. “We know you're still upset with us about yesterday, but please don't go off on your own just to prove some kind of ridiculous point.”
You didn't say anything in response, not trusting yourself to speak without snapping back and possibly revealing that you knew everything. Instead, you simply turned to silently walk away, hoping that this was the last time you would ever see them. Sadly though, you didn't get very far before a set of long fingered hands had snagged you by the wrist, the touch firm but gentle as it halted your progression and stopped you in your tracks.
You froze at that casual touch, at the sheer audacity they had that allowed them to think they still had the right to touch you after what they had said to you yesterday, and that included all the things they weren't aware had been revealed. But when you turned around to face them, the pleading looks on their tired faces almost made a small part of you want to cave in and pretend that everything was fine again, to push down the hurt and betrayal you now felt and let them have their despicable way, if only so you wouldn't have to be alone once more. However, that small part was the piece of you that still stupidly loved them, or rather, who you thought they were, the rest of you just wanted to lash out and claw those pretty blue and purple eyes right from their sockets and shove them down their throats until they both choked to death.
“Look, we know we fucked up, and words can't begin to express just how sorry we are for hurting you like we have, that is the last thing we have ever wanted to do, but even despite all of that, you have to know how much we love and adore you.” Satoru said, his expression and tone taking on that saccharinely sweet quality that usually had you melting for him as he tried to tug you just a bit closer. “You do know that, don't you, cupcake?”
Everything about what he was saying pissed you off to no end, but what really got your blood boiling was that you actually believed him, or, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that you believed that they believed what they were saying. Because there was no doubt in your mind that they both thought that what they felt for you was true and genuine love, but with the hindsight you now possessed, you could see it for what it really was at its core, and it wasn't love, not real love anyway. It was a dark obsession, one that you weren't interested in learning the twisted origins of anymore than you were interested in sticking around to become their personal incubator and housewife.
“Yeah, is that right?” You drawled, not bothering to hide your sarcasm or bitterness from them, they didn't deserve any kind of emotional mercy from you. “Well the two of you have some really fucked up ways of showing it.”
And with that, you ripped your wrist free from his hold and turned on your heel to head inside the lecture hall, wanting to let those be the last words they ever received from you.
As you turned right around a corner though, you decided to take one last discreet glance at them out of the corner of your eye, and what you saw chilled you to the bone, because it simply made no sense, none at all.
After those parting words, you would have expected to see them with frowns on their faces and slumped shoulders, since their efforts at “apologizing” had failed so spectacularly, but instead, the brief glimpse you got of their faces showed them watching you with the most lovesick expressions you’d ever seen.
Both of them wore soft smiles as they leaned against one another, with Satoru resting his head on Suguru’s broad shoulder while their fingers intertwined between them, and you swore that if you had been close enough to see better or had made the mistake of stopping to look longer, you would have seen their cheeks flushed and hearts dancing in their overly bright eyes.
It was unsettling for a wide range of reasons, not the least of which was how it made you wonder if there was something more going on with them that you weren't fully aware of yet. If maybe, just maybe, you were making a grave mistake in trying to leave so quickly. But you had to leave now, there was no way you could stay with them any longer after what you had learned last night, it just wasn't feasible. You couldn't even force yourself to be the slightest bit pleasant with them anymore, let alone tolerate their suffocating behavior for however long it would take to devise a better, more cunning escape plan.
It was a moot point though, no matter what their reasons were for their strange and backwards reactions today, it shouldn't matter to you because you weren't going to stick around long enough to find out what those reasons might be.
As of today, you were finally washing your hands of them.
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As Satoru sat at his favorite corner booth of the campus cafe, he knew the smile he had on his face was the cringiest it had ever been, but he truly couldn't bring himself to care.
You were pregnant, he was sure of it!
There was no other explanation for your sudden change in behavior, not one that he could think of anyway, and even the ones that did cross his mind were thrown out the metaphorical window as soon as he thought them into existence.
He’d already ruled out pre-period symptoms being the cause.
He and Suguru had been tracking your menstrual cycles religiously since your first month with them, not because of a desire to get you pregnant, that was a more recent development that had come about after seeing your nurturing treatment of the twins and only came to the forefront of their minds during their discussion with each other the previous night. No, paying attention to your cycles was simply a result of their desire to know how to best accommodate you during that time of the month and take care of you the way you deserved. And after careful observation and a lot of subtle questioning over the months they’d known you, they both now knew the general signs of it like the back of their hands. And right now, you weren't showing any of your usual tip offs, not to mention the fact that you were still two weeks away from your usual start date.
And he refused to even consider the possibility that you could truly be upset with them, and especially not when they had already so profusely apologized for their lack of tact the day before.
He hadn't meant for what he’d said to come off sounding like something so negative, but looking back on it, he could easily see that voicing that thought aloud to you had been more than just a poor choice on his part, it had been downright stupid. But to the two of them, your trusting nature and inability to say ‘no’ to them was just another example of how utterly perfect you were for them, and why they loved you so much. Because, as well matched as he and Suguru were for one another, there had always been a little something missing that they couldn't have with each other, but then you entered their already blissful life and tied everything together for them.
You gave them everything they needed to feel complete, just by virtue of being yourself, and they in turn did the same for you.
He knew exactly how he and Suguru were perceived by others, and while his boyfriend was much better at keeping a lid on it, Satoru had never once tried to hide the fact that he himself, just like Suguru, was indeed a raging narcissist with a god complex.
Call it egotistical or whatever else, he didn't give two shits, he knew full well that both of them had it all and he wasn't the least bit humble or modest about it. They were both good looking, rich beyond measure, prodigies at nearly everything they put their minds and hands to, and they had the personalities to charm the pants off of almost anyone when they actually cared enough to try. But beyond all that, they also had what he was sure a psychiatrist, or any other professional, might call a 'savior complex’.
Perhaps that's what had drawn them to you in the first place, the fact that you wouldn't be in such a stable position if it wasn't for them and the love they had for you.
The fundamental differences between he and Suguru's relationship and the relationship they had with you was the knowledge that, even without one another for comfort and support, he and Suguru would still be just fine on their own. And while it was no secret that their lifestyle and every other expense was paid for with his own trust-fund and inheritance, they were both comforted by the knowledge that, even without one another, they were still independent and competent enough to make things work by themselves if the need ever arose, if not emotionally, than at least in every other way that mattered.
You, on the other hand, were a different story entirely compared to the two of them.
There was no logical way to try and explain why they so greatly enjoyed the thought of you being completely dependent on them for anything and everything, but they truly did. Because from the moment they had witnessed your first breakdown all those months ago from the back of that equipment room, they had known that you needed them to care for you and look after you. That you were too fragile and weren't cut out for a life of independence, because the world around you would chew you up and spit you out like it did with so many others who weren't fortunate enough to have found the kind of loving partners that you had with him and Suguru.
He and Suguru loved you unconditionally, there was no doubt about that; you weren't greedy or super materialistic, you were always more than grateful for everything they did for you, and, the events of yesterday notwithstanding, it was obvious you loved them for who they were as people, not for what they could give you. But sometimes he really wished that you would allow yourself to be more selfish, ask them for things, let them spoil you without putting up a fight about it every other time, that sort of thing. And thanks to this pregnancy, whether you wanted it or not, here very soon, you wouldn't have any other option but to let them have their way with things.
Once they convinced you to finally take a step back from school and job hunting, you would see that everything they had been pushing for was the right thing all along. You would relax, you would be happier, you would stop letting outside sources distract you from focusing all your time and attention on them, and best of all, once you learned you were carrying their child, he was certain that convincing you of all these things would be made so much more simple. You weren't the type of woman to put your own stubborn pride above what was best for an innocent child, especially not when that child was going to be your own flesh and blood. Even if you wanted to argue with them about it, they knew you would have to eventually concede that the best course of action for you and the child was the one where you allowed them to assume all responsibility and decision making over you and the baby.
You would no doubt be scared and worried at first once everything was out in the open, that was completely understandable and expected, especially since he knew how horribly your abandonment issues would play a part in it. You would likely immediately assume that this would change things for the worse between the three of you, that they wouldn't want you any more or that they would be angry with you for some reason. But, he and Suguru were more than prepared to do whatever it would take to reassure you of just how solid their love and commitment to you and their baby was.
You were pregnant with their child, and whether the baby was biologically his or Suguru's didn't matter in the slightest, they would love and care for them regardless of something as trivial as genetics.
The three of you would be nothing like the people who called themselves parents to any of you. This baby would be so unbelievably adored, loved without measure, and supported in every single way that mattered, not just financially. They would never grow up wondering if their parents actually loved them or not, never worrying if anything they did or said was going to be met with cold indifference or anger, they would always know just how special and important they were. He always knew, even at an early age, that if he ever had kids, he would sooner die than treat any child of his the same way his own parents treated him.
You were going to make a fantastic mother and wife, just as he and Suguru were going to make excellent fathers and husbands. Not that there could ever be a true and legally binding marriage between the three of you, but legal or not, he still considered the two of you his spouses, and no piece of paper or ceremony could make that fact any more true than it already was.
Although, he did quite like the idea of seeing a ring on your finger, or maybe a pretty little choker around your neck would be a better option instead, one sealed with a little lock that only they would have the keys to and stamped with his and Suguru's initials.
Fuck, he always knew his sexual preferences were more than a little freaky and out of pocket by most people's standards, but having a pregnancy/breeding kink wasn't one he ever thought he'd have to come to terms with. But he couldn't deny that just the thought of you waddling around with a very obvious pregnant belly and milk-swollen breasts was nearly enough to make his cock explode. He remembered hearing somewhere that a pregnant woman's sex drive could skyrocket while she was still carrying, and he prayed that trait would prove true with you. You were already so fucking sensitive, never needing much from them to get you off, so he could only imagine how all your new and changing hormones were going to affect that pretty body of yours.
A few minutes later, he found himself staring longingly at a photo on his laptop he’d taken of you and Suguru and was utterly lost in his newest fantasy, one that had you seated on Suguru’s lap, your ass wrapped snugly around the dark haired man's thick cock while he got down on his knees to kiss and suck on those perfectly heavy tits of yours, kissing his way down your chest and straining stomach, worshipping the tight skin and newly formed stretch marks with his lips and tongue before spreading your thighs and dripping pussy wide open for his drooling mouth. It was so vivid to him that, were it not for the insistent vibrations of his phone on the solid surface of the table, he might have totally missed seeing the incoming notification that suddenly had his blood freezing in his veins and his heart nearly leaping from his chest.
Months ago, well before winter break, they'd made the decision to plant a handful of high end GPS trackers in the lining of some of your favorite coats, jackets, and even a few pairs of your shoes, since a phone or purse could be too easily lost. All of them were top of the line, all weatherproof, and all of them were set to silently alert the two of them if you ever went a certain distance away from them.
It was only ever meant to be an over the top precaution, one made to ensure your safety and their peace of mind, a precaution that they believed they would never have to actually worry about because you were never very far from either of them. The furthest you'd even been since moving in with them had been to the other side of the campus, and that was the trigger point. One end of campus to the other, that was how far you could get before they were sent a quiet notification, and so far, they hadn't had to think about such a thing too much.
Until now…
With trembling hands he opened the tracking app and saw, much to his rising stress level, that you were already a few blocks away from the university, and moving quickly, meaning that you had to be in a cab or on the bus or some other mode of transportation. But from the looks of it, you were making your way back home to the apartment, so at the very least, he was confident you hadn't been kidnapped by someone who wanted to extort him for ransom money, which had been his first terrified assumption.
Just as he was about to call you to demand some answers though, a text from Suguru came through that made his already shaky relief deflate in an instant.
Suguru: Don't bother trying to call her, it just goes straight to voicemail and her phone is turned off. Meet me in the car and we'll head her off at home. I don't care what her reasoning is or how angry she might be with us, this behavior is unacceptable and we're putting an end to it, before this escalates any further.
As he gathered up his belongings as fast as he could without alerting anyone to his less than calm state of mind, Satoru had to admit that he agreed wholeheartedly with Suguru's statement. This was completely out of character for you and made no sense. Even if you were still angry at them, you should know better than to go wandering off on your own, especially without telling them where you were going. This wasn't just about their obsessive need to control your life, although that was definitely a large part of it, but you had to have realized by now that just being with them came with its own set of risks and dangers.
He wasn't in the spotlight as much as his parents had been, so most of the time, the rare moments of harassment he and Suguru dealt with were limited to people who just wanted to try and make a quick bit of cash off of them with some kind of fabricated blackmail or threatening to release a questionable photo or two. But, every now and then, there were a few dangerous individuals who had tried to take things a step further; the worst being back when he was still in elementary school and someone had kidnapped him to try and get a sizable ransom from his parents. The guy had been sloppy though and he'd been found in less than 24 hours, but after that, he’d insisted on being enrolled in self defense classes and martial arts lessons.
Something his parents had been more than happy to arrange for him, not because they actually cared about him the way parents were supposed to care about their child, but because they considered him an investment in their long term business plans, and making sure he could potentially defend himself in the event of another kidnapping was just extra security for said investment in their eyes.
Suguru had already been practicing Aikido for a few years when they met, and it was one of the many things they had first bonded over, but you had no such knowledge on how to defend yourself. You were like a stray kitten, weak and vulnerable and far too trusting for your own good, and the two of them would sooner lock you away with a collar and chain around your throat then let anything like that ever happen to you, especially now that they were certain you were pregnant with their child.
But, as he raced out of the cafe in the direction of the parking lot, he couldn't help but wonder what this tantrum was really all about. Were you just trying to get a rise from them and piss them off because you wanted to get back at them, or were you just that genuinely angry at them for what he'd said yesterday after they chased off that annoying little pest?
He was fairly confident that you weren't in any sort of imminent danger, based on your pinging location and how he could see now that you were definitely heading back home, but that still didn't bring him any closer to answering his own nagging question.
It was highly unlikely that you went home solely to spite them and their authority, the first hour of your lecture wasn't even done and you had been preparing for it for over a week, there was no way you would just up and skip class for something so blatantly petty. Or, perhaps the pregnancy symptoms just got to be too much for you to handle and you went home thinking you caught a stomach bug of some kind, since assuming you're pregnant is probably the furthest thing from your mind right now. But, there was always the slim possibility that you were already beginning to suspect the possibility of it and the stress and subsequent worry drove you to leave early and neglect telling them, maybe because you thought they wouldn't be happy about an unplanned pregnancy.
Either way, no matter what your reasoning turned out to be, it didn't excuse you deliberately going against what they had specifically told you never to do. However, he wouldn't hold that against you this time around, not when they were still trying to get back in your good graces, and definitely not when he was terrified that too much stress could put unnecessary pressure on you while you were still in the very early stages of your pregnancy.
Once they got home and made certain that you were totally and completely fine, the three of you would finally, at long last, get past this minor bit of unpleasantness and things could go back to normal. You would return to your usual happy self, laughing and smiling for them, and they could finally set about convincing you to move all the way to Hokkaido without pitching a fit about it. That was the only outcome he was willing to imagine, anything less than your complete acceptance of their apology was, well… completely unacceptable.
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But then, unbidden, as if by some divine force or anxiety driven stress, an unwanted and even more terrifying thought crossed his mind, sliding across the synapse of his brain like liquid ice as he recalled the angry expression he'd glimpsed on your face that morning in the reflection of the rearview mirror.
What if you made this decision with no intention of still being at home by the time they got there?
There was absolutely no way that what he'd said yesterday could be enough to drive you to try and leave them. Such a thing was simply out of the question, right? You needed them, you loved them just as much as they loved you, and it would take much more than one poorly timed comment to drive you to that extent… right?
They had never said it in so many words, but you had to know that they would never let you go, that no matter where you went or how far you ran, they would always find you and bring you back home to them. There was nowhere in the country you could go to hide from them, probably nowhere in the entire world actually, if his money and resources had anything to say about it. And that's even if you had the money to support such a risky endeavor, which he knew for a fact that you absolutely didn't. Your personal bank account had been near empty for the last four months, and he hadn't received any notifications or emails alerting him of any large purchases or withdrawals being made with the cards they had gifted you after coming back from winter break.
And that thought was enough to quell his worry for a few moments, at least until another memory surfaced when a conversation from months ago flitted through his mind. It was back when they first met you, maybe a month or two after that initial dinner together, but if memory serves, it was definitely before you had fully moved in with them.
It was the one and only time you had ever made mention of going back to your home country to try and make things easier on yourself, as if they would ever allow you to make such a monumental mistake, but he and Suguru had made such a frantic fuss over the whole idea that you had, after a while, dropped the topic intirely in favor of keeping them from having a total meltdown. After all, even back then, you didn't have nearly enough money to afford the trip back home, especially when you had already told them that you would have had nowhere to stay anyway. No family, no close friends, and no money for accommodations while you 'figured things out’, would have made for a very poor fresh start.
But when he’d pointed all those details out to you, as gently as he could, hadn't you already had a plan for that as well?
“I could always pawn a bunch of my belongings for extra cash, the stuff in the storage unit back home could probably sell for a fair price, depending on what my… what they chose to leave for me.” You said, your voice sounding too distant for their liking, as if you had already made the decision in your mind, as if your fate wasn't already inextricably tied to theirs.
“It wouldn't exactly be easy, but I could live off of the absolute bare essentials for a while until I got a job and a place to live. Hell, if worse came to worse, I could always go to a homeless shelter or a woman's refuge.”
In his 26 years of life, Satoru Gojo had never once had to worry about money, and he would be the first to admit that, as brilliant as he was with finances and the like, he still spent said money like it was going out of style. He always had the best of everything and he made sure that you and Suguru did as well, nothing was too good or too expensive for the loves of his life. And he most certainly never had to consider pawning off his own belongings just to make ends-meet and get by, so thoughts of homeless shelters and other such places were also far removed from his incredibly privileged lifestyle.
But you had spoken about doing so as if such things were totally and completely normal, or at least not outside the realm of possibility for you, and now he couldn't stop wondering how much better off you might think yourself capable of being if you were to sell off a few of those nice and very expensive gifts they had been showering you with these last two months.
With mounting dread, it left him wondering, after everything they had done for you, would you actually have the audacity to try and leave them…
He didn't need to think about it anymore though, whether his growing worries were justified or not, he knew they needed to get home to you as quickly as they could, before you tried to do something that couldn't be undone, something that would change everything between the three of you for the worse.
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By the time Satoru made it to the parking lot, he was breathless and gasping for breath, with a cold sweat dripping down his temples and the back of his neck, but he didn't stop to try and catch his breath, not until he was in the car and tossing his belongings carelessly into the backseat.
Suguru was already there, waiting impatiently, his fists tense and white knuckled around the steering wheel as the car engine silently purred, already set to peel out the moment the passenger side door slammed shut.
“Drive! Now!”
He didn't bother wasting time asking pointless questions before he was expertly backing out and maneuvering his way through the maze of other tightly packed vehicles and narrow streets, and all the while, he listened intently as Satoru frantically told him that it was a very real possibility that you trying to leave.
“She wouldn't, there's absolutely no fucking way she’d try something so goddamn reckless.”
He wanted to believe his own words, he really fucking did, but even as he said them out loud, they already tasted like bitter poison on his tongue.
Satoru’s impeccable memory and observations made complete sense when looked at as a whole, much as he wished they didn't. You were angry, and when people were angry enough, they often made rash and irresponsible decisions, decisions like leaving the ones they loved and who loved them in turn just as much.
“I really don't know, or maybe I just don't want to know, but my gut is telling me that something about this is very wrong, and if we don't get home quickly, we may very well lose her for what could be a very long time.”
Suguru could hear the raw terror and desperation in his partner's voice, because it perfectly mirrored his own, so without taking his eyes off the road or screwing up his driving speed, he reached out to take Satoru’s icy hand in his own before giving it a tight squeeze.
“It won't have to come to that, we'll make certain of it.” He promised, and hoped that the words would help to reassure him, even though he knew they may very well be nothing more than a cold comfort at this point, especially if his intuition was right about your intentions.
“She won’t get away from us, not ever.”
Sorry for the long delay on this one, life and motivational issues happened, but here it is!
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Like Hoarded Gold (Part 12) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader
Part 11 TBC in Part 13
Summary: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are complete strangers to you, but when they unexpectedly learn of the tragic news that has irrevocably shattered your life to pieces, the two of them become determined to help you and make you happy again, whether you want them to or not.
Warnings: Stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, gaslighting, voyeurism, explicit smut, implied kidnapping, toxic manipulation, breeding kink, VERY YANDERE!!!, see tags for more...
Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this or any future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.
There was no talk when the three of you returned home, not on your end at least.
The agonizingly long drive back to the apartment had been mostly silent, punctuated only by the muffled noise from the city bustle outside and the occasional sound of the two men in the front seat softly attempting to get you to speak to them, to hear them out. And the moment you stepped off the elevator and inside the spacious penthouse, you immediately, and wordlessly, locked yourself in your old room downstairs.
Even though you had been comfortably sharing the master bedroom upstairs with them since returning from winter break, most of your belongings were still stored in there anyway, and you had just been grabbing what you needed and bringing it up with you when necessary.
Satoru and Suguru had spent the entire evening intermittently knocking on the door and repeatedly begging in soft pleading tones for you to come out and just talk with them, sometimes together, but mostly taking turns in their wasted efforts.
But all of their pleas fell on deaf ears as you laid in bed, burying your face in the pillows and pulling the blankets over your head in an attempt to drown out the sound of their voices, and perhaps to spare them from hearing your own continued cries of heartache.
You weren't sure how, but by some miracle you had managed to fall asleep for a few blessed hours, likely having cried yourself into exhaustion, and now, whether you liked it or not, you were wide awake and wondering if you had blown this entire situation completely out of proportion.
The last time they had tried and failed to get you to open the door, both of them had sounded as if they might actually start crying as they begged for you to forgive them, or say anything at all, and while a part of you had wanted to say it was a manipulation tactic, a much bigger part of your heart, the part that so fiercely loved them, had insisted you throw open the door just forget this whole debacle in its entirety. Let them wrap you up in their arms and carry you to bed, let them whisper heartfelt apologies and honeyed words into your ears that you knew would have you pushing all of these new feelings of betrayal aside in favor of keeping up with the status-quo.
But how could you after what they had implied, what would that say about you and your standards?
Satoru might have been the one to say it out loud, but considering how in-sync they usually were with each other, you didn’t doubt for a second that Suguru shared the same opinions, even if he was smart enough not to voice them himself.
The two of them had never tried to hide the fact that they desperately wanted you to rely on them far more than you already did, that they wanted to coddle and take care of you, but they had always stressed that it was because they thought you deserved it because of how strong they believed you were. And you, being the trusting fool you were, had never once suspected that they weren’t being honest with you, that they thought you were some kind of naïve ditz who couldn't take care of yourself without them.
So, for Satoru to bring up that day, for him to so casually mention it and talk about the decisions you had made like they were totally normal habits of yours…
Well, it was a low blow that left you unable to think with any kind of calm rationality.
And perhaps you were slightly at fault for this outcome as well, because you’d been fully aware at the time that going off alone with them could have been a very bad choice. After all, you certainly could have tried harder to voice a firmer protest about both the dinner and the drinks they had kept ordering for you, but you hadn't, and you would willingly acknowledge that you were partially to blame for it and the turmoil you now found yourself in.
So, in truth, your hurt feelings around this situation weren't entirely just because he’d had the nerve to mention it in the first place, it was mostly about the way he had not so subtly implied that they had known what kind of mental state you'd been in that day and had taken advantage of it, even if they hadn't been fully aware of the reasons behind it.
And still, you wholeheartedly believed that they hadn't done so with any kind of malicious intent, but it still bothered you how he had made light of it, especially considering how long they had known about the real reason behind your behavior that day.
You still loved them though, despite this emotional hurdle you were now facing, you still couldn't bear the thought of losing them because of something like this, not without first giving yourself and the two of them the opportunity to learn and work through it. And even without a lot of experience or good examples, you knew enough about relationships to know that none were perfect, that even the most loving and carefree ones still required a great deal of proper work and communication if they were to remain that way.
Staring up at the dark ceiling above your head, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking that things couldn't keep going on like this, not just in the long term, but right now.
It was just a little after midnight and you knew that, unless you spoke to them and at least started the process of mending things together, you wouldn't be getting any more rest in the near future, the anxiety and stress were simply too much. You needed to finally set some firm boundaries with them and tell them that, no matter how well-intentioned and kind their actions were, you couldn't keep letting them walk all over your choices and decisions, that you needed to have more independence and they needed to take a step back and come to terms with that.
Otherwise, you feared they would never respect you as an equal partner in this relationship.
With that, your mind was made up and you threw off the covers before making a hasty move for the door.
You were determined to see this through before your exhausted nerves got the better of you and made you give up before you'd even had the chance to try.
As you stepped out of the room, you half expected to find the two of them camped out in front of the door, but to your surprise, the downstairs was dark, save for the dim light above the stove that had been left on. Everything was quiet and looked the same, except for the sink full of dirty dishes, a rare occurrence for the three of you and your shared neat-freak tendencies, and the tray by your door containing a plate of wrapped food, a bottle of water, and what appeared to be a note.
You didn't bother reading it, already knowing that it likely just contained a string of more of the same pleading apologies and requests that you please eat the food before it got cold, a request that was too little too late to make good on now that it was well past dinner time.
Glancing over at the staircase, you didn't see any lights shining from the second floor, but you knew from experience that wasn't always an indicator of your boyfriend's being in bed or asleep. There were plenty of nights where you had come out to find them conversing in the darkened living room, or even out on one of the balconies when the weather permitted it. You weren't entirely sure where they got their energy from, especially Satoru, since both of them never seemed to sleep all that much, a fact you had become intimately well acquainted with since Christmas, and it was even worse whenever they had something they were brooding about.
And this was most definitely a situation you knew they would undoubtedly be agonizing over, you couldn't help but think to yourself as you slowly and silently ascended the stairs.
The second floor of the penthouse was one you hadn't spent much time exploring before your relationship with the guys had turned romantic, because you had tried very hard to think of it as theirs. Going up there, even just for the sake of satisfying your own curiosity or to talk to them, had always made you feel as if it were an invasion of their privacy, like you were somehow overstepping the boundaries of your budding friendship with them.
Your old room downstairs was the only bedroom on the first floor, and as Suguru had once told you, originally it wasn't even supposed to be a bedroom at all. The original listing had only designated that it was a three bedroom and yours had previously been the at home gym before they had all the included equipment moved up into one of the actual bedrooms. They just figured it would be more convenient and less awkward for guests on the rare occasions when they actually had company like Shoko staying over, since they both had a tendency to get very loud and vocal during sex.
Looking down the dark hallway, you could see that the door to the master bedroom was left wide open and, sure enough, you could hear faint inaudible whispers coming from the room, but as you carefully approached, one thing struck you as odd.
There was usually a single automatic light set up in the toilet room that was set to go off whenever motion was detected outside the door, just so no one could accidentally trip if they were walking down the hallway in the dark, like right now for instance, but not this time. This time it remained dark, even as you completely walked past the doorway. The damn thing had seemed less bright here lately though, so it probably finally gave out and was dead, which for you right now, proved to be something of a blessing in disguise, since it gave you a few more moments to hide in the shadows before you were forced to reveal yourself to them.
“I’m such a fucking idiot. I never meant to hurt her, that is the very last thing I would ever want to do. You know that, right?”
That was the first thing you heard, the words having come from Satoru as you finally found yourself standing by the doorway, and thankfully, the bed wasn't facing directly towards the entryway, so you had the perfect shield to hide behind as you leaned back against the wall for a moment to get your nerves under control.
“Satoru, you definitely messed up this time, but I know you would never intentionally go out of your way to try and hurt her, and she knows that as well, she just needs a bit of time to cool off and then we can all sit down and talk this out.”
This time it was Suguru, speaking so gently in that low baritone of his that it was enough to make even you relax.
This should be the part where you stepped into the doorway and revealed yourself to them so that you really could have that sit down conversation that Suguru had mentioned, the one they had been begging for ever since this whole fiasco started, but you couldn't just yet. Part of it was still because of your frayed nerves, but the other part was curious to know what else they had to say. You knew that eavesdropping on them like this was wrong, but sometimes you felt as if they never let you fully in the way they did with each other, like they only wanted you to see the best parts of themselves, which didn't feel entirely fair considering how many breakdowns and emotional spirals that had witnessed and helped you through.
So, you stayed hidden behind the wall, just for a little while longer at least.
“Logically I know that you're right, but I just miss her so fucking much already.” He whined, sounding so much like his usual self that it made your lips twitch up into a weak little smile. “She belongs up here in bed with us, not down there, where she's probably crying herself to sleep because I couldn't keep my big mouth shut and think for five fucking seconds before speaking.”
Those words, his willing acknowledgment that he had messed up and felt genuine remorse for it, was enough to finally settle your nerves and lighten your heart towards them, but before you could take that crucial step to the side and into their field of vision, Suguru was speaking again.
“If you think this one night without her is torture, then just imagine how much worse it would be if we allowed her to get that stupid part-time job she's been talking about. Between that and her studies, we’d never get to see her.”
You froze mid-step as that statement washed over you like a bucket of ice water…
What did that mean?
If they allowed it?!
You didn't want to believe what you had just heard, but there was no denying it, he’d said it as clear as day and you didn't know how to process it. But even as your mind spiraled, trying to dissect the words and see if you had somehow misunderstood them or their meaning, they kept on talking, totally unaware that you were listening to every twisted word now spewing from their dark and depraved lips.
“Oh, fucking tell me about it!” You heard Satoru grouse dramatically, in a way that normally would have had you smiling at the childishly enduring trait, but not this time. “I just can't understand why she's so dead set on wasting her time with all this bullshit. She doesn't need a job when she already has us and our money, for fuck’s sake, she doesn't even need to continue going to school at this point since it's not like she'll ever need it anyway.”
No… no no no no no!
“She's most definitely a stubborn one, that's for sure… too stubborn for her own good.” Suguru casually concurred with him, his tone sounding weary and drained. “I love that about her as much as I love everything to do with her, but not when all it's doing is hindering our efforts to take care of her and provide her with an easy and comfortable life.”
There was the sound of shifting blankets and for a moment you feared that one or both of them was going to come out and find that you had overheard everything they just said, but after a few seconds, you let loose a breath when neither of them entered the doorway.
“As soon as those diplomas are in our hands, the three of us are packing what we need and jumping on the earliest train back to Hokkaido and we're going home. I can't stand to let her, or ourselves, spend another moment in this sardine can of a city any longer than what's strictly necessary.” Satoru went on ranting, and even though you didn't want to think about the implications of what he was saying, your mind wouldn't listen.
Going back to Hokkaido clearly meant he was referring to the cabin, but…
Suguru sighed, like he normally did whenever the other man was being difficult, and while you normally would have been grateful for his intervention, this time it brought you absolutely no comfort at all, not when the horrible things Satoru said were being discussed like they were already set in stone, like Suguru was already well aware of them.
Like he was in agreement with them.
“All of the immediate preparations should be finished and settled by the end of next week, but if we really want to make this move happen as soon as that, then we're going to need to sit down and talk to her about it, otherwise this plan is going to very quickly get messy and complicated.”
Preparations?
What the fuck did that mean!?
In response, Satoru let out a noise he normally made whenever he was about to disagree with someone else's opinion, and you truly feared for whatever you might hear him say next.
You wanted to run away right that second, to go back downstairs and walk right out that door and never look back, but whether it was out of fear, morbid curiosity, or some sick combination of the two, your legs remained rooted to the spot you were currently standing in as you continued to listen in on their toxic conversation.
“Come on, babe, you know as well as I do that's not going to work on her.” He calmly argued with him, as if he were discussing something as mundane as one of your least favorite food preferences. “It's been hard enough just trying to convince her to ‘put off’ this worthless idea she's had of finding a job, that was the whole reason for inviting the twins to come and visit so much earlier than we originally planned, to distract her and buy us some necessary time. So, unless we give her a seriously strong incentive, I doubt she’s just gonna willingly pack up and move up to the cabin with us, especially when it would mean giving up her studies and scholarship.”
There was a beat of silence, and for you at least, those few seconds were charged with a terrifying kind of tension so strong it bordered on suffocating.
“You know…” Suguru started, and you really didn't like the thickness now laced in his already deep voice, the way it dropped a few octaves lower and made you think of smooth bourbon and the feel of his hands ghosting over your naked body. “The whole time the girls were here visiting, I couldn't help noticing just how good she was with them, how she doted on them like children sometimes, even though they're not too much younger than she herself is.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought to stay silent, clenching your fists so hard that pain blossomed where your nails dug harshly into your palms while you prayed that he wasn't about to say what you were dreading to hear.
There was a bit more shuffling and then satoru let out a hum of agreement that ended in a low moan.
“Babe, don't tease me by beating around the bush like this.” He whined, leaving you with absolutely no illusions as to what the two of them were doing during this fucked up conversation of theirs. “Just say whatever it is you're thinking, so we're both on the same page.”
Please, don't do this.
“Alright.” The dark haired man conceded, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “If you want me to be direct about it, then what I’m saying is that we could always just swap her birth control out with some placebos, and give her a long term reason to finally let us really take care of her.”
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The moment those words were spoken into existence, all the love you thought you had for them died and you felt your entire world shatter around you into tiny microscopic fragments, like glass shards that had been ground to dust under brutal pressure.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing, that these two men whom you had grown to love and trust with such unfaltering conviction, who had helped you build your confidence back up after the greatest heartache of your life, would plot and scheme behind your back to try and trap you with an unwanted pregnancy, just because you wouldn't bend to their controlling whims.
Had they just been that good at hiding who they really were from you this entire time, or had the signs and red flags been there all along, and you'd simply been too blind and too trusting to see them for the monsters they really were?
Perhaps Satoru’s little slip-up in the parking lot hadn't been so completely unwarranted after all, because right now, you certainly felt like the gullible fool they both seemed to think of you as.
Either way, it was all too much for you to handle, and it made you want to scream out in rage, to let loose every negative emotion you were feeling all at once and make them suffer the same way you were now suffering.
But you couldn't do that…
Even with the weight of this new and even greater betrayal currently pressing down on you like an ocean of misery, you knew you couldn't be so foolish. If they were willing to go this far to try and control your very life and choices, to isolate you so completely for their own selfish desires, then there was no telling what they would potentially do if they felt you were backing them into a corner.
Some sick and irrational part of you still wanted to believe that they would never have it in them to resort to violence, that they still loved you enough to avoid that at the very least, but if you were being totally honest with yourself, you didn't know what to believe anymore. You were learning so much horrifying information in such a short span of time, and now you were left questioning everything about your life and relationship with them from over these last few months.
But so much about their actions and behavior was finally starting to make sense to you because of this.
Their clinginess and the overwhelming amount of physical affection that always felt like it bordered on harassment, a thing that had been strongly present since day one. Then there were the constant pushes to have you move in and rely on them more financially, offers that you thought had been made with nothing but kindness and friendship in mind, and perhaps that was still true in a way, but now you could see all of it for the massive manipulation that it truly was, all of it hidden just beneath the surface of their expertly designed facade.
And so many other things were falling into place now as well, little things that you had previously overlooked before, but now became clearer with hindsight.
The hard and almost annoyed expressions they wore whenever you didn't immediately agree to something they wanted and how they would trap you in an embrace, usually together, until you would eventually give in to what you were only just now beginning realizing was gaslighting behavior. The way they always insisted on going with you everywhere you went, you always thought it was just because they enjoyed spending time with you, and once again, while that was probably part of it, you suspected it had also been to keep an eye on you, to control who you spoke to and what you did. Even just the way they always tried to discourage you from trying new things to help you break out of the cage you had unknowingly allowed them to place you in. If it didn't include them, then it was gently brushed aside with phrases like ‘Why don't we think about it for a bit longer’ or ‘You should be taking it easy, you're going to wear yourself out at this rate’, and then it was never touched upon again.
“I know that having children isn't exactly something we've ever discussed before, but I can't st-”
Suguru's continued words were abruptly cut off, and all you could hear for a few seconds were the muffled sound of masculine moans and wet aggressive kisses before one of them pulled back.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Satoru enthusiastically expressed without a moment's hesitation. “She's gonna be such a good and loving mama, and we'll be the best daddies and husbands in the whole entire fucking world!” He proudly declared, and the two of them moaned in unison with each other. “She'll look so sweet and pretty with a big round tummy, barefoot and puttering around the house, making sure that everything is just right and perfect for our little one to come into the world.”
Suguru laughed, the sound rich and joyful, and so utterly at odds with the corrupt nature of the topic at hand.
“And let's not forget how pregnancy will make her even softer, probably more docile and needy too.” He boldly added, doing something that had Satoru whining in agreement. “Just imagine those sweet tits of hers, all soft and plump and full of milk to feed the hungry baby she'll have nestled in her womb.”
Nasty fuckers!
“Or us, whenever we need a little treat.” Satoru moaned, sounding totally wrecked. “They're already so fucking sensitive, and I bet once she's knocked up, we’ll be able to get her off just from nipple play, make them leak for us while she cums, warming our cocks and milking us for cum she won't even need, but… fuck!- I can't stand the idea of not watching it drip out of her.”
You were going to be sick, you were going to puke right there in the hallway if you didn't walk away right that second.
They kept going, kept talking about you and their vile plans while the familiar sounds of them fucking filled the silence in between their words, but you weren't listening anymore as you slowly backed away, making extra certain you were as silent as a mouse so as not to alert them to your presence.
And before long, you were quietly shutting the door to the downstairs bedroom as hysterical panic finally began to set in, replacing the shocked horror that had previously been holding your mind and body hostage for the last few minutes.
Leaning back against the door for support, you sunk down and finally let the tears fall, and even though you wanted nothing more than to wail like a child and scream, you refrained from doing so out of fear that it might somehow attract their attention from all the way upstairs. You could grieve and mourn this loss once you were safe and far away from them and their obsessive manipulation, but first, you needed to leave, and fast.
But how were you supposed to do that when you had nowhere to go and no one you could go to?
Confronting them and breaking up was definitely out of the question, after what you had just overheard, there was no way they would simply let you walk away like this was a normal relationship.
You had no friends here, save for perhaps Shoko and Nanami, but there was no way you would trust them not to give information to the two monsters currently plotting to baby trap you, so they were definitely out of the question. You also had no one back home you could go to, you had no more family, and you highly doubted that any of your friends or classmates from high school would bother to listen and help you out, especially when you hadn't spoken to anyone in almost two years. And even if, by some miracle, you did manage to find someone who was willing to take you in, there was still the matter of having no money to get back. Every cent you had was all in their bank accounts, and they could easily trace you with it.
“Fuck! I should have tried harder to get her number before she ran off.” You chastised yourself, pacing back and forth as you thought of Beatrice and the probability that she hadn't taken off so abruptly because she'd been hitting on the two of them and got rejected, but because they did something to intimidate her, just like they did whenever another guy tried to get close to you.
Going to the police likely wouldn't work; you knew enough about Japan’s poor reputation for not handling cases of stalking and sexual assault, and it likely wouldn't go anywhere, especially with no hard evidence to back up your claims, and that's not even taking into account Satoru’s influence because of his family's prestigious name and wealth.
No one would take you seriously and they would probably just gaslight and blackmail the situation until you had no choice but to give up and stay with them.
You felt trapped and completely alone, like you had no options available to you, which you feared is exactly what they wanted.
How many times had they told you that they would always be with you, that they would never leave you alone like your parents did? And how often had they told you that they were never going to let you go, that no matter what, you were stuck with them for the rest of your life?
You’d always assumed that was their way of trying to comfort you, that they wanted to assure you that they truly cared about you and would give you their unwavering support like the kind and wonderful friends/boyfriends you had so strongly believed them to be. You just hadn't been perceptive enough to realize that such deep devotion would come at the hefty price of your own freedom and autonomy.
And now, they wanted to force you into the role of motherhood, to permanently tie you to them with an innocent child as leverage, all so they could have you to themselves.
But the worst part about all of this was that no matter what the outcome was in the end, you had nothing left; you lost both of them the moment you learned who and what they really were, and only an act of divine intervention could ever make you forgive them for that, and on top of that, you’d also lost your scholarship and place at Tokyo University, because there was no way you could keep attending, not when you knew they would never let you have a moment's peace if you tried to walk away from them the regular way.
You truly were completely and utterly alone now; no friends or family, no money or prospects, hell, you didn't even have a job or coworkers you could turn to.
You were officially at rock fucking bottom…
And yet you still somehow needed to find a way out of this mess, before they realized you were aware of their sick little obsession and took more drastic and direct measures to make you stay here with them.
All you had left to cling to now was your hope for freedom and a fresh start back home, far away from them and this waking nightmare, and you refused to let them take that away from you as well, not without putting up at least some kind of a fight.
Welp... cat's out of the bag now, and our girl knows everything, everything that matters at least.
I wasn't too sure how to feel about this chapter, but there wasn't much I could do since the majority of it is just her standing there in the hall eavesdropping on them, but I promise that the next chapter will be a lot more exciting, or terrifying, depending on your personal preference. lol Also, I apologize if the breeding kink triggered anyone since it came a little out of left field, but it just feels like the natural (psychotic) step for the two of them to want to take.
Hope you all enjoyed, and please feel free to share your thoughts and feelings.
And as always, I want to give a BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Erase The Shadow. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you need to check it out!
Like Hoarded Gold (Part 11) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader
Part 10 TBC in Part 12
Summary: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are complete strangers to you, but when they unexpectedly learn of the tragic news that has irrevocably shattered your life to pieces, the two of them become determined to help you and make you happy again, whether you want them to or not.
Warnings: Stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, gaslighting, voyeurism, explicit smut, implied kidnapping, toxic manipulation, VERY YANDERE!!!, see tags for more...
Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this or any future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.
“Have a safe trip back home girls, it was so nice to finally meet you both! I can't wait to have you over for another visit, hopefully sometime here soon!” You said, giving each of them a tight hug.
“Definitely!” Nanako said excitedly, returning the hug with equal intensity as she whispered sneakily into your ear. “Don't tell Sato-nii or Sugu-nii that I said this, but you're so much cooler than either of them, and a lot more fun to hangout and shop with.” She pulled back and flashed you a beaming smile.
Mimiko didn't say much, but the smile she was trying so hard to hide behind her plushie doll was more than telling of her agreement with her sister's sentiments.
Satoru and Suguru watched from the sidelines with smiles on their own faces as you and the girls said your goodbyes to one another, and it warmed their hearts to see how well they had taken to you after only a short amount of time.
They certainly hadn't warmed up to Satoru near as quickly when they had first been introduced to him, a fact he had playfully bemoaned when the girls had first arrived for their month-long stay and developed an almost immediate kinship with you.
Though they both had been only six at the time when they first met him, so that could have played a large part in it.
Back when Suguru had still been a child living on the temple grounds his parents had run, Nanako and Mimiko’s mother had been their closest neighbor, so when her her husband had died of an unexpected heart attack shortly after their birth, Suguru's parents had often sent him to the Hasaba household to help the grieving widow and new new mother with chores and the like. And even though he had been only nine years old at the time, he'd formed a very strong relationship with them as, despite his own young age, he had been the primary male in their formative years, spending more time at their home than even his own sometimes as their mother often had to work long hours to make ends meet.
Was it normal for a nine year old to be taking on the responsibility of helping to care for two infants on a regular basis?
No, most definitely not, but Suguru had never resented them for it, he had adored them from the very beginning, and even though they regularly referred to him as an older brother, more often than not in his case, he couldn't help but feel more like a father to them.
As an only child of a somewhat older couple, he’d never had any siblings growing up, and the isolated and rural area they lived in hadn't exactly been crawling with other children his age. Couple that with his parents strict religious views, and it was a miracle he had been able to develop a mind and opinions of his own at all.
The twins mother, who had been more of a mother to him in his youth than his own, had always been warm and welcoming towards him, ever grateful for the care and affection he always showed her and her girls. She had even been the first person he had felt comfortable confiding in when he realized that his sexuality wasn't skewed strictly towards girls, even offering him a place to stay when his parents had ultimately disowned him for his relationship with Satoru at the age of fifteen. Thankfully the high school he had attended on scholarship had dorm rooms, so he didn't have to impose on her too often, but it had still been a relief when he realized he wouldn't have to lose his relationship with her or the girls.
And now, even years after having left that backwater area, he, along with Satoru, still continued to maintain a strong relationship with them, enough so that they were funding the girls' education, hence this visit… At least, that was the very convenient excuse they'd used to hide the fact that they were intentionally stalling your efforts to look for a part time job while they worked out the logistics for moving permanently into the mountain cabin.
The area of the countryside where he and the twins had grown up was so sparsely populated that there were, sadly, no fully functioning schools anywhere nearby, and children either had to be home-schooled, or, parents had to rely on government assistance, sometimes even being forced to pay out of pocket, to send their children to schools a fair distance away in bigger, more populated prefectures.
Like he himself had been, the girls, up until now at least, had been home-schooled. First by their devoted mother, and himself for assistance, and then later by a private tutor he and Satoru had hired once the money from his trust fund had come through. But now that they were older, the two of them had expressed a keen interest in city life and desperately wanted to spread their wings and give traditional high school life a try.
He and Satoru, as well as the girls’ mother had been more than supportive of the idea when it was discussed a year or so ago, but there had been two very important ground rules set in place for them and expectations they needed to meet if they wanted he and Satoru to cover the cost of tuition and their personal allowances.
Firstly, they had to keep their grades up and no slacking off to the complete detriment of their studies, they certainly didn't care about perfection, but if they were going to be footing the bill for one of the best private academy's in Tokyo, then the two of them were at least required to pass their classes with above average marks, and thankfully, both girls were far more than average in terms of their academics.
And Second, was that the school they attended had to be one with a good reputation, a decent amount of extra curricular activities to give them more diversity for university applications once they graduated, and campus dorms for obvious reasons. Originally, they had been toying around with the idea of having the girls move in with them during the year, but once you came into their life, that idea was scrapped in favor of them attending a school with onsite dorms.
So, in a not-so-surprising twist of fate, the one the twins had shown the most interest in ended up being none other than the very same high school that he and Satoru had attended. And thanks to both he and Satoru's excellent reputation and standing there, not to mention a fairly sizable donation, the girls were already pretty much guaranteed a spot on the school roster, with the entrance exam being nothing more than a simple formality.
“Suguru?”
Coming out of his thoughts, Suguru looked down to find you standing before him with a hand in his broad chest and a content smile pulling at your full lips, a thing that was more than enough to bring one to his own face.
“Sorry, sweetheart, just got lost in my own thoughts for a moment.” He said quietly, and noticed that Satoru was saying his own quick goodbye to the girls before making his way back over to casually wrap a beefy arm possessively around your shoulders. “What's up?”
“I just wanted to let you know that me and Satoru are going to head back to the car to give you some privacy while you say goodbye to the girls.”
Your thoughtfulness never ceased to touch and amaze him, even if it was something as simple as this. You knew how much the girls mattered to him, that he thought of them more as daughters than anything else, even if he'd never said the words aloud, and wanted to give him this last little bit of time with them before they went home for a few more months.
“Alright then, I’ll meet you both there in a few minutes and then I was thinking we could go somewhere to have lunch.” He said gently, and leaned forward to give you each a kiss, one's that were far too quick for his liking, but given that you all were standing in Tokyo station, surrounded by a sea of other people, some of whom were giving the three of you curious and/or hostile glances due to the PDA and Satoru’s arm still firmly wrapped around your shoulders, he decided not to push it.
“We’ll see you in a bit, so don't worry too much about rushing.” Satoru told him before dragging you off back through the station in the direction of the private VIP parking.
“You two have it so freaking bad for her.”
Suguru turned to face the grinning girls with an expression of mock annoyance plastered on his handsome face.
“I just want you to remember this blatant harassment whenever you two finally get significant other's, then we'll see how much you like it.”
Nanako rolled her eyes at the threat, but the smile on her face told him she knew he was only teasing them.
“You seem happy.” Mimiko whispered softly, drawing his attention to her. “I mean, you've always been very happy with Sato-nii, but now that she's here with you both, you just seem even happier.”
Suguru smiled warmly and ruffled her hair, making her beam.
“She makes me very happy indeed, just like Satoru does.” He whispered as an indescribable feeling of warmth filled his chest at the thought of you and the other man. “I’m just glad you two get along with her, I was honestly worried there might be some tension, or even a bit of jealousy when you first got here.”
The two of them had never shown that kind of behavior towards anyone before, but given he’d never had any woman in his life besides their mother and his own, and Shoko as well, but the girls had never met the star medical student before, so she didn't technically count; but either way, he hadn't been too sure what to expect and had unnecessarily stressed over the worst case scenario.
“Not a chance, she's a total sweetheart.” Nanako assured him, shaking her head in disbelief that he could even think such a thing. “And besides, even if that had been the case, you've done so much for us our entire lives, and for mom, so as long as you're happy, then we're going to be happy for you, so just promise us that neither of you will screw things up with her.”
Suguru couldn't hold back his smile as he pulled them both into a tight embrace and thanked them profusely for their unwavering support, letting them know without question that no matter what happened, they and their opinions would always factor into his life.
And as he watched them board the train bound for Tottori prefecture, he knew it was no doubt a life that neither he nor Satoru would ever take for granted, not for any reason in the whole world.
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Well, this was certainly an unforeseen scenario, you thought to yourself as you watched your frantic physics professor rush out of the lecture hall over half an hour earlier than what was planned.
Pulling out your brand new phone, courtesy of your boyfriend's extreme insistence that you be put on their phone plan, you shot them a quick message in the group chat you shared with them.
My class got cut early. Professor’s daughter went into labor and it's his first grandchild. 🥰
And despite the two of them being in their own respective classes, they wasted no time in responding to you, each with their usual brand of loving over-protectiveness.
Suguru: My class will let out here in a few minutes, though not for the same reason, but I’m all the way on the other side of campus and it’ll take me a little while to get over to you.
Satoru: My class is closer, but I still have another half an hour before it let's out… Will you be okay on your own for a bit until one of us can get there?
You couldn't help but smile and shake your head at their ridiculousness, as if anything bad could happen to you on campus, and in the middle of broad daylight no less.
You knew they truly meant well, but sometimes their paranoia that anything and everything was out to get you could be a tad bit suffocating at times, as was their constant hovering. Not that that was anything new to you; as far as personal space went, it had never been a thing that seemed to exist between the three of you. Although, you had at least tried to maintain a boundary of not seeking them out for physical comfort and affection on your own, always letting them decide when they wanted to touch you and be touched in return.
Which, more often than not, was all the time.
Now that you were dating them however, things had changed quite a bit…
They were still lovable and clingy beyond reason, seemingly almost starved for touch despite having been in a relationship with one another for so long, but any time you tried to bring this fact to their attention, they would only tell you that it was because you were their missing piece, the one they needed for their life to feel truly complete. So of course they would want to touch you and hold you as much and as often as possible, you were the perfect fit for them after all, and they could never get enough of you, not when you were right there and free for the cuddling.
But so many of those moments that, up until the night of Christmas Eve had felt so sweet and platonic, were now layered with a kind of sexual chemistry that left you feeling both incredibly flattered, and completely exhausted.
The sex with either one of them was better than anything you had ever experienced before, but when they came at you together…
The end result was so mind-numbingly intense, so toe-curlingly delicious, and so sinfully exquisite, that it left you overstimulated and gasping for breath every single time, and it wasn't like it was a rare occurrence either, no, it was every day, usually multiple times.
After that first night with them, you had anticipated the rest of the trip being spent in a sex filled haze as the three of you got the worst of the lust out of your systems, and that's most certainly what took place, but you had also expected that once you came home and classes started up again, that it would be more contained, more… manageable.
However, that assumption had been thrown right out the window as, even now, nearly two months into dating them, it was still just as intense as the first time, and you truly hadn't been fully prepared or aware of just how positively insane their stamina and sex drives actually were. It didn't matter what time it was or what was happening, when either one of them was in the mood, there seemed to be very little you could do to dissuade them from getting you into bed… or anywhere for that matter.
You didn't think there was a single surface of the apartment that one or both of them hadn't fucked you on at least twice already, and, much to your ever growing embarrassment, you’d recently discovered that both of them had an exhibitionist kink, one that had resulted in Suguru dragging you across the center console of his car last week to make you ride him. And on one occasion with Satoru a few days before that, the blue eyed devil had insisted that you wear a remote controlled toy while the two of you went out on a date together, naturally, with him in control of the damn thing.
It wasn't that you hadn't enjoyed yourself, you had definitely gotten off, which always seemed to be a given with them, almost like it was a rule they had placed upon themselves. But what bothered you about both those instances was the randomness of them, how they sprung them on you with zero warning and you didn't know how to tell them you weren't comfortable with it happening so suddenly. You truly loved how they always went out of their way to make you feel so sexy and desirable, but the fact remained that the three of you had never sat down and had a proper discussion on intimacy preferences, and you felt that such a thing should be a necessity, especially given the uniqueness of your relationship with them.
The two of them had the benefit of spending the last eight years together, getting to know one another and learning one on one what the other liked and disliked, what they were comfortable with, and so on and so forth. While you on the other hand had been led straight into the deep end with no life-vest, and even though you felt as if you were a fairly passionate and eager lover, despite your lack of experience, sometimes you felt like an outsider in your own relationship with them.
They knew each other on such a profound level, almost to the point that they acted like a single individual sometimes; and a lot of the time, it left you wondering what it was that they could possibly see in you that they couldn't give to each other. Their relationship always seemed so perfect, and even after moving in and even being brought into the fold with them, you had never even once seen them have so much as a disagreement that wasn't just a bout of playful banter.
And even though you knew you should sit them down and share all of this with them, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You knew they wouldn't judge you or hold you in contempt for it, but it just made you feel so selfish and bratty.
In the almost eight months since meeting them, they had bent over backwards to help, support, and accommodate you when you were at your lowest. They had shown you nothing but love and kindness, and even now that you were dating them, they always went even further when it came to doing everything possible to treat you like a queen, like you were the center of their whole world.
How could you ever think of voicing a single complaint when they were the ones who had helped you begin healing from your parents betrayal?
Feeling a slight vibration in your hand, you refocused your thoughts on the present and noticed that you must have zoned out with your thoughts for longer than you realized, because there was a frantic message from both of them, asking if you were okay and wondering what was keeping you from responding.
You rolled your eyes, but still couldn't help smiling, their worry could be suffocating and a lot to handle most of the time, but you knew it all came from a place of genuine concern and love, so you would continue to let it slide for the time being.
I appreciate the concern, but the both of you worry WAY too much. 🙄
I’ll go wait at the nearby cafe and you both can just meet me there. It'll give me the opportunity to do a bit of job searching and submit a few more applications before we go home and relax for the rest of the night.
Their responses were immediate and pretty much exactly what you had come to expect from them at this point.
Suguru: Sweetheart, we only worry because we care about your well-being and safety above all else. If anything were to happen to you, especially something that could be prevented by us just being cautious, we would never forgive ourselves.
Satoru: What he said, lollipop! 🥺 And do us a favor and hold off on the job searching and applications until we can go over them with you, just to make sure you're not missing anything in the translations that could potentially be sketchy or misleading.
You groaned in frustration and berated yourself for not having kept that bit of info to yourself, especially when you knew how they felt about you still wanting to get a job.
Namely, that they didn't think you should get one at all.
Now that you were with them romantically, they were of the opinion that their money and assets were just as much yours now and that the only thing you should be focusing on was them and your studies. They had even gifted you with a wide range of new credit and debit cards in your name once you returned from winter break, much to your shock and horror, all with full access to every bit of money they had.
It wasn't that you didn't appreciate their very obvious trust in you, as well as the fact that they also very obviously now thought it was their job to take care of you, including financially, but it was just too overwhelming sometimes. Especially after you had finally gotten curious enough to check the limit on just one of the debit cards and the sheer astronomical amount of zeros you had seen was enough to take years off your life. You felt terrified holding that much money in your wallet and had only ever used it sparingly for very minor and little things. Like when you went to the cafeteria one day for a bite of food, but even that had been anxiety inducing when the poor cashier had gaped at the black and gold debit card with ‘JCB The Class’ printed across the front like it was going to leap off the tray and bite him.
You wanted to get a job and make your own money, not because you didn't trust them and wanted time away from them, but because you didn't want to become any more of a codependent burden on them than you already were. Your new bouts of social anxiety were becoming worse, and you knew they would only continue to get worse the longer you spent with them as your only companions, and a job, even just a very small part-time one, would be a massive help in giving you back some much needed independence and social interaction to help build your confidence back up.
It was just taking them a bit more time to come to terms with that is all.
Before you could respond to Satoru’s message though, he was quickly sending another, this one with a single picture and a short video included, and when they finally finished loading, you felt your face heat up with embarrassment before slamming your phone down on the desktop so hard you briefly feared you might have cracked the screen.
The picture was one Satoru had clearly taken in a bathroom mirror that showed him with the bottom of his shirt pushed up, his hand and forearm shoved upwards underneath and out the neckline to show off his muscular torso as his pants hung dangerously low on his sharp and angular hips. His long fingers were splayed across the bottom half of his face, barely concealing the smug grin and bright white teeth you could see stretching across his perfect features. Which was fine, still a bit inappropriate for the middle of a school day, but still relatively harmless… no, it was the video he’d sent that made your cheeks burn and your thighs clench together as the small thumbnail showed him with his fist wrapped tight around his flushed and leaking cock.
And underneath it was a caption that read;
Satoru: Put a headphone in and press play, babygirl. 😘 I want you to see and hear exactly what you do to me, even when you're so far away from us.
You hesitated, your thumb hovering over the keypad, debating whether or not to send him an admonishing reply and tell him in no uncertain terms that you would not be watching something like that in a still occupied lecture hall, but then, a response from Suguru came through, and even though it was only a text, you could still hear the tone he would have used had he been sitting right there beside you.
Suguru: Angel, do as he says and give us a proper response.
It was the same unyielding tone he would use whenever he had a meaty fist tangled in your hair while you carefully swallowed his cock, or whenever he was fucking you from behind and would pull you up by the throat to press your back against his chest before giving your clit a mean little slap that always left you begging him for mercy.
Both of them were very dominant when it came to sex, especially Suguru, and you knew exactly what that tone meant, it meant that if you chose disobedience over behaving like their sweet angel, then you would likely have to skip classes the next day to recover from the side effects of overstimulation and cramped muscles.
You did briefly consider that you could have just lied and given them some generic response to pacify them, as they never would have known if you watched it or not, but then you wondered if maybe he said something specific that they’ll both be expecting you to make a comment on. And, since you weren't feeling particularly keen on the idea of having to count out some spankings as a punishment later on, you hastily popped in an earbud and turned the brightness down to its lowest setting to avoid anyone possibly catching a glimpse of your phone screen before glancing around nervously to make sure no one was nearby.
Then, and only then, did you finally press play.
The timestamp showed the video was an agonizing 1 minute and 15 seconds long, and the first thing you noticed was the sound of Satoru’s strained and needy voice echoing in the empty bathroom, meaning he was likely already very close to finishing when he decided to open up his camera. And as per usual, he sounded beyond desperate and needy as he jerked himself off to a tempo that seemed more painful than pleasurable, especially if the way he squeezed the angry red head of his cock was anything to go by.
“Fuck… baby-” You heard him groan. “Love you so damn much. Just the thought of you is enough to drive me insane… look at what you're doing to me.”
To your growing mortification, you could even hear the ‘fap fap fap’ sound as his hand, slick with his own pre-cum, moved up and down the long thick length of him, and to add insult to your already injured sensibilities, you could feel the low intense heat of arousal burning in your abdomen while your panties grew hot and slick with want as you envisioned with perfect knowledge and clarity exactly what his cock felt like when he was deep inside you.
“I don’t know whether I should punish you or reward you for doing this to me when we get home tonight.” He went on blabbering as his pace quickened and his vice-like grip grew tighter. “Maybe we should keep you locked up inside with us forever- make you our own personal little cock-sleeve for us to fill and fuck whenever we want… but we’ll treat you so fucking good, babygirl… spoil and pamper you with anything you could ever want, just so long as you keep being our perfect pretty girl…”
You wanted to believe that this was just some really intense dirty talk, that neither of them was truly capable of entertaining these kinds of blatantly misogynistic ideas, but you also couldn't help but wonder what kind of reaction they would have if you ever out right asked them about it.
Would they laugh it off and tell you that you were worrying over nothing, that of course they would never want you to give up your independence for them like that?
That would be the preferable reaction.
Or, would they leap on the opportunity you would unwittingly give them by opening that dark can of worms?
The sound of his moans was reaching a crescendo that you knew first hand was the telltale sign of his approaching climax, and sure enough, within the next few seconds, he let out one last guttural cry that echoed off the walls of the restroom as his cock released stream after stream of hot sticky cum all over his lower belly.
“What a fucking waste.” He lamented between panting breaths, though you could hear the smile in his voice, and squeezed his cock from base to tip as the last pearly white drops escaped to leak down over his knuckles. “Next time I get this horny in the middle of class, I'm gonna make you come and ride me. That pretty pussy of yours always milks me so much better than my hand ever could.”
You couldn't help but cringe as you wondered just how serious he was about wanting you to do such an embarrassing and shameful thing, especially given the recent reveal of his and Suguru’s more exhibitionist tendencies.
Thankfully, that's where the video ended and you breathed a sigh of relief as you quickly deleted it from your end of the message chain, not wanting to be reminded of it again, and a small part of you felt bad for that.
Most girls would kill to have one boyfriend like Satoru or Suguru, and you were lucky enough that you got to have both of them. Two boyfriends who were as sweet, kind, caring, and generous as they were attractive, and both who desired you at every moment of the day, and for some reason, you couldn't stop yourself from finding it all so very exhausting. It wasn't as if you didn't appreciate their efforts or their more amorous nature that compelled them to want the three of you to be together 24/7, but sometimes, like right now for instance, it felt like far too much for one single person to handle day in and day out, especially when the only break you could seem to get from them was when you were in class.
Looking down at your phone again, you could see the three little dots dancing underneath their names as they were likely about to ask what was taking you so long to respond and reprimand you for making them worry, so you quickly typed up a response that you hoped would be enough to satisfy them.
I don't really know what to say right now, but if you can be a little patient and wait until we get home, I’ll show you how much I liked it.
You even added an extra little winking emoji in the hopes of appeasing the two amped up horn-dogs before releasing a long sigh as you turned to gather your belongings while you waited for their replies.
And while you waited, you couldn't help but ponder on how, despite the two of them being so in-sync with one another, their personalities during individual moments of intimacy were complete polar opposites to one another.
Satoru was a full blown service top with an attitude during sex like that of the energizer bunny, always making sure that you came first on his tongue and fingers, often more than once, before shoving his cock in you and fucking you like a rabbit on steroids. And one fact it hadn't taken you very long to learn was that once he was balls deep or wound up tight enough, he usually didn't last more than a few minutes before he was blowing his load inside of you; gasping, moaning, and babbling about how good you felt, like his mind was broken into complete tatters, but it was his recovery period and energy that was the true thing of utter madness. It never took him more than a few minutes before he was fully hard again, often times continuing to fuck you with his flaccid cock until he was hard again and overstimulating the both of you in the process.
Meanwhile, Suguru was the equivalent of a methodical wolf hunting prey; hungry and all consuming, but with the patience to drag things out as long as was needed before going in for the kill. He was still a service top like his partner, but his methods were far more dominant and slower, sometimes even bordering on straight up mean. He had a habit of making the foreplay last for an hour, sometimes even longer, insisting that he needed you so slick and dripping for him that his cock would be able to slide in right to the hilt without a moment's hesitation. Which, considering the unreasonably thick girth he had, was usually a blessing for you, and more than once after finishing a round with him, you were left so deliciously sore and aching, even despite his thorough prep work, that he would have to gently carry you to the bathroom to soak in a hot bath filled with epsom salt.
Thankfully for your sake, both of them were very thorough and diligent when it came to aftercare, a thing that was most definitely needed when it came to having two such incredibly sexual partners like them, so-
“Excuse me!”
You heard a cheerful feminine voice say behind you, and while you normally wouldn't have thought anything of it, assuming that whoever it was was talking to someone else, this time was different because the person who said it had spoken in perfect English, one without even a hit of the usual Japanese accent that laced most of the English speaking on campus.
So when you turned to find a young foreign girl of about your height and age standing behind you with a bright smile on her face, you couldn't hold back your own confused smile.
“Please tell me you speak English and I’m not just standing here babbling at you in gibberish at the moment?” She said, sounding about as awkward as you felt.
You blinked at her, unsure of what to say for a few moments before your brain started to function again and you were immediately stumbling over your words as your tongue tried to remember how to speak something other than rough Japanese.
Jeez, how long had it been since you last had a full conversation in English?
“Yes!” You sputtered, and couldn't help but laugh at yourself a little bit. “Sorry about that, I’ve been speaking Japanese so much here lately that I almost forgot what proper English actually was.”
She laughed along with you for a moment before composing herself and you both were able to introduce yourselves, then she was kind enough to explain why she had approached you.
Her name was Beatrice, and like you, she was also an overseas student, but from another college, which explained why you had never seen her around on campus or in any of your other classes before. Apparently she had opted to attend this class as a guest student for a bit of extra credit and as a way to get a bit more study material before the semester finals.
“I’ll admit that my Japanese isn't as good as it could be, mostly because so many of the students at TUFS (Tokyo University of Foreign Studies) speak English.” She explained somewhat shyly. “So when I saw you from across the room, I figured I’d shoot my shot and see if you were an English speaker like myself.”
“I completely understand! It's such a hard language to get a grasp on and it can be really intimidating at first, and for quite a while afterwards too.” You said, nodding along with her in total agreement.
At first, you had only started taking an online class with a Japanese tutor when you were in your sophomore year of high school as a way to help fill in the gaps on your college resume with something a bit more challenging and unique than Spanish or French, but the longer you stuck with it and the better you got at it, the more you wanted to experiment with putting it to more practical use.
Getting into the University of Tokyo as a foreign exchange student was no easy feat by any means whatsoever; you had poured countless hours worth of your blood, sweat, tears, and sometimes even your sanity into maintaining a GPA that would have been expected of a Japanese national student, but in the end, you had earned a full-ride scholarship, and so long as you continued to maintain your current GPA, you could attend all four years of your studies here, and possibly even beyond that.
“Right?! I can't tell you how many times I’ve embarrassed myself by using the wrong word or mispronouncing something. It's enough to make me want to bite my own tongue out.” She exclaimed with an over-dramatic stage sigh before grinning at you again. “Yours seems flawless though, so I’m assuming that you've been practicing for quite a while, even before coming here, am I right?”
“Yeah, I started learning it in my sophomore year of high school.” You said, and absentmindedly looked at your phone screen to see the guys replies as you continued talking without much thought for what you were saying as you read their very eager and enthusiastic response to your suggestion. “But living with my boyfriends has definitely helped in improving it over the months.”
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“I’m sorry… did you just say boy-friends, as in plural? Like, more than one?”
You froze just as you hit send on a message telling them you would meet up with them at the campus cafe, because her question suddenly made you realize that this was the very first time you’d ever needed to explain your situation and relationship with Satoru and Suguru to someone else.
Sure, there had been rumors flying all over campus for months about the nature of your relationship with them, with some individuals even being bold enough to ask questions, but as time had dragged on, people seemed to lose interest as their curiosity dwindled to only a slight intrigue, and most were already confirmed since, after the winter break, plenty had noted the way their PDA with you had morphed from overly affectionate, to straight up sexual/romantic in the blink of an eye. It also didn't help that most everyone was too intimidated by the two of them to ever approach you unless it was absolutely necessary, and neither of them were very good at hiding how clingy they were with you.
“Umm… I know it's a bit unusual, but yeah… I’m in a relationship with two guys I met shortly after moving here.”
As the words tumbled out of your too dry mouth, you couldn't hold back the wave of awkwardness that washed over you, not because you were ashamed of yourself or your relationship with them, but because it was slowly dawning on you just how long it had been since you had interacted with anyone one on one without either of the two men by your side, often times speaking for you as your new found anxiety tied your tongue into knots.
“But I swear I’m not two-timing on either of them, cross my heart!” You frantically explained, as you avoided eye contact with her and quickly moved to gather your belongings. “They were already dating when we met and they helped me out during a really hard time in my life, and after that, things with both of them just kinda… happened.”
There was a moment of silence before your phone lit up with another text in the group chat and you stared down at the wallpaper for your lock screen.
It was an image of the three of you taken on your last night at the cabin; Satoru had insisted on using a tripod to get a few really nice photos with his phone to commemorate the occasion and this one had been the most candid as it showed Suguru, his hair mostly loose and pulled back into his favorite half up style, leaning down to gently kiss your forehead as you sat sideways on his lap, while Satoru rested the back of his head on your thighs and gazed up at the both of you like it was all he ever want to do for the rest of his life. All of you were touching each other in some way, be it Satoru's fingers tangled with one of Suguru's hands, or you running your fingers through his snow white hair, and combined with warm golden light of the fire glowing behind you, illuminating the three of you in a perfect halo of light, it was far more intimate and personal than any sexual act you tried with them thus far.
“Damn girl, talk about being lucky!”
You looked up to find she was grinning at you while glancing between you and your phone and slowly let out a breath you hadn't realized you’d been holding in as it became clear she was not judging you for the peculiarity of your relationship like a lot of others might have.
Feeling bashful, you ducked your head down at the affirmation and couldn't help but smile as you thought about how right the words truly were, because despite some issues and hurdles with them that would eventually need to be addressed, you were very lucky, incredibly so, even.
“Yeah.” You agreed as your heart skipped a beat when you saw your phone screen light up again and flashed their beautiful faces. “I definitely am!”
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“I told you it would distract her from that stupid job hunting topic!” Satoru quietly bragged as he and Suguru met up halfway to the cafe.
Suguru could only shake his head and laugh merrily as Satoru leaned forward to give him a soft kiss.
“You're horrible, Satoru.” He chastised him, but couldn't help but feel his own arousal spike as he too recalled the sounds his boyfriend had been making for you as he fucked his own fist in that dingy public restroom. “You likely embarrassed her to the point of distress when she first saw it load up.”
The other man grinned back at him in a way that could only be described as diabolic, and was completely unable to think of anything other than what you could possibly have planned for him later.
If he was lucky, maybe he could finally convince you to peg him while Suguru fucked your own sweet little ass.
“She won't admit it quite yet, but she gets so fucking slick and wet whenever she's coherent enough to notice me getting all needy and desperate.” He said, ignoring Suguru's playful comment about him always being a needy little bitch and instead licked his lips as he recalled how you’d drenched his face the last time he made you sit on it. “Good thing she wore black pants today, it'll help her hide how wet she likely still is for me.”
His arrogance really did know no bounds sometimes.
He knew it was a bit of a long shot to hope for, but he couldn't help imagining you sitting at an open seat in the back, as far from the other customers and students as you could get, squirming in your chair as you rewatched the video he’d sent you over and over again, desperately glancing up every few seconds to try and catch a glimpse of them in the windows. And when you did finally see them, you would jump up to meet them outside before they could even open the door, begging them to take you home so that they could finally give you the relief you needed so very badly.
He’d even be nice enough to give you a quick little micro orgasm in the backseat of the car while Suguru drove the three of you home.
“And hopefully, in just a few months, she'll be going days at a time without the need to wear anything at all.” Suguru whispered in a conspiratorial tone and grinned from ear to ear as Satoru knowingly squeezed his hand in silent understanding.
Their plan to move full time to the cabin was well underway and all the necessary arrangements were being made.
A new security system was being installed, one that would trigger an alert on both their phones should any of the windows and doors that led outside be opened or tampered with. It was hopefully just a precaution that would never need to be implemented, but they both figured it was better to be safe than sorry. They even thought about having bars installed over all the windows, but had decided that something like that was probably going too far, not to mention that it would look very suspicious should anyone ever decide to ask questions about it, especially if they had to take a more forceful approach to get you up there with them.
They were also doing what they could to make the cabin more equipped for permanent use, rather than as a vacation home.
Setting up routine delivery services for groceries and other necessities so they wouldn't constantly have to drive to the nearest town so often was a key factor, especially in winter. Then there was the matter of getting it listed as their new home address for mail the like, which was a chore in and of itself.
And there were other things of course, but those were the ones they were choosing to focus on at the moment.
“I don't know, I kind of like the thought of locking away all her clothes, you know, unless she's on her period or something, and only giving her our shirts to wear all the rest of the time.” He responded, his excitement only growing as the cafe finally came into view.
He was practically dragging a laughing Suguru behind him by the hand as he rushed forward with a bit more pep in his step so he could glance into the large front windows to see where you were, but when his eyes finally landed on you, seated in a far corner just as he had gleefully imagined, he was left feeling perplexed and even a little upset by what he was seeing.
Because you weren't alone, waiting patiently and eagerly for them to arrive like they had been expecting…
There was someone seated across from you, a young girl who also appeared to be a foreigner, and you were laughing and smiling as you merrily chatted away with her, completely oblivious to the jealousy and turmoil your seemingly innocent actions were bringing out in the two of them.
“Who the fuck is that?” He whispered, not entirely able to mask the annoyance in his tone as he watched you chat away with whoever this intrusive little bitch was.
It didn't even look like you were keeping an eye out for them, you hadn't glanced up once to see if they were there or even at your phone to check for a message from them.
It was almost like you weren't even thinking about them at all.
He was so absorbed in his bitter thoughts that he didn't even realize that Suguru had pulled him away from the front of the cafe and into a small narrow alley between it and the other building next door, not until Suguru was holding his face in his hands and whispering for him to calm down in that annoyingly soothing tone of his.
“I know exactly how you're feeling right now, baby, I really do.” He whispered softly, stroking his face and kissing his forehead. “It's the same way I feel, but we can't just rush in there angrily and drag her out like she's done something wrong.”
“Yeah, but-”
Firm lips and a demanding tongue silenced him into complacency long enough for his vision to lose its red tint, and when Suguru finally pulled from him, he couldn't exactly say he was totally fine, but he was at least calm enough to think straight and listen to what his boyfriend had to say.
“Punishing her for doing something she shouldn't be doing, especially when she has no idea she's even done something wrong, is no way to teach her how to behave properly for us.” Suguru explained as he continued to plant butterfly kisses all over his face and neck, and even though he didn't want to admit it, Satoru knew he made an excellent point.
Over the course of their time together with you, they had quickly come to acknowledge that they truly didn't like sharing you with anyone; not your classmates and teachers, not the general public or staff workers of restaurants and stores they took you to, hell, they didn't even like it on the rare occasions when Shoko or Nanami came around.
Nanako and Mimiko were the exception, but even their recent visit had felt like it was cutting into their time together with you.
They had already been insanely possessive of you since well before Christmas, but after spending those two weeks alone with you up at the cabin, without the unwanted intrusion of school and other people getting in the way of their time with you and each other, they're desire to keep you locked away had grown into a monstrous obsession. Even just living in the penthouse now felt far too suffocating for them, like the very notion of other people being so close by was somehow going to take you away from them. And while they wouldn't mind coming back to visit every so often, or take you on vacations to other far away places, they also knew without a doubt that so long as they had you and one another, they could happily go the rest of their lives never leaving that mountain again.
You might not like it, but they were confident you would eventually come to understand that this was all for your own good, that you didn't need anyone else in your life but them, and if they foolishly allowed you to form attachments with other people, it would only end up hurting you in the end when you lost all of them.
They wanted you completely to themselves, to have you so reliant on them that you would know better than to talk to anyone ever again, not unless it was a life or death emergency or they were right there with you.
Were their desires completely selfish and utterly misogynistic by modern standards?
Yes, absolutely. They could at least be man enough to acknowledge that dark fact.
But, did either of them really care all that much, especially if it meant getting exactly what they wanted?
Not even a little bit.
They had known from the very beginning that they were willing to lock you away with them if the need for such a thing ever arose, and perhaps they were even hopeful for such an outcome to a certain degree, the only difference now was that such a measure was no longer the last resort, but was instead the preferred option.
Satoru nodded before taking a few long slow breaths to calm his raging jealousy, and was at least partially pacified to see that, while he appeared calm and collected on the outside, Suguru’s eyes told him that he was just as upset by this as he was.
“I know you're right, and I know how irrational and selfish it is to get so worked up over the mere sight of her just talking to someone else, but I just…”
His rant trailed off and he was left unsure of what words he could use to properly articulate what it was he felt in this moment.
Thankfully for him though, like always, he didn't need words for Suguru to understand the gist of what he was trying to convey, because they were already on the same page.
“I know, and I don't like it either, but we have to handle this problem in a not so obvious way, otherwise we run the risk of setting back all the progress we've made with her so far.”
Satoru nodded in understanding, knowing that his boyfriend was right about how they needed to approach this situation with you, especially when you didn't even know you had done something you weren't supposed to.
He truly wished that they could avoid tricking you like this, that you would just rely on them wholeheartedly and completely, but, however unknowingly on your part, you were giving them no real choice in the matter. They needed to keep you safe from all potential threats, even ones that could stem from something as innocent as a casual friendship with a fellow classmate. You were far too sweet and trusting for your own good, and other people would only ever take advantage of that goodness you carried, people like him and Suguru, but ones who were far less kind and loving than the two of them. And as far as they were concerned, the easiest way to keep you safe was to take you away from the larger world and hide you away with them.
“Do you have any ideas? Because I still can't think of anything better than marching in there and throwing her over my shoulder.”
He was mostly kidding at this point, his mood lightening once Suguru got his temper to simmer down to a more tolerable level, but the idea of going all feral caveman on you was certainly a tantalizing little idea, especially when he imagined dragging you into this same alley with Suguru and getting you on your knees to suck their cocks before taking you home, where they would proceed to show you exactly why they were all the companionship you needed in life.
Suguru laughed softly for him, but the deepening of the sound and the glint in those lovely purple depths he loved so much told him that his other half was just as turned on by the aggressive fantasy as he was, and even if he couldn't read him like an open book at this point, the way he pressed their lower bodies together left absolutely no room for interpretation.
“Just keep an eye on me and follow my lead.”
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You stopped mid conversation with your new acquaintance when muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders and a familiar peppermint scent filled your nose, so you knew before you even looked that it was none other than Satoru currently burying his face in your neck, his cold face a complete contrast to the warmth of his breath as he breathed you in like it had been years since he had last held you.
“Missed you so much today, cupcake.”
The way he practically moaned the words was enough to make your skin prickle and your stomach flutter, especially when you knew he was probably still very horny, despite his little escapade in the bathroom. Satoru in particular was never one to be satisfied from just a single orgasm, no matter how powerful, and sometimes, even two or three wasn't enough for him
You laughed a little nervously at his complete disregard for social norms and subtlety, but turned your face to the side to kiss his cheek and raised your hand to stroke his hair, hoping it would pacify him enough that he would at least avoid trying to pull you into his lap and getting handsy like he usually tried to do at times like this.
“You're such a big baby!” You playfully chided him by way of greeting. “We just had lunch together a few hours ago.”
“Yeah, but that was like 5 hours ago!” He whined incredulously, tightening his arms around you .
Thankfully, the cafe was fairly quiet at this time and you were tucked into the corner of the booth side of the table.
You gave Beatrice an awkward smile, feeling slightly embarrassed by his childish behavior, and was relieved to see that she wasn't fidgeting nervously like you would have been in her place, but was actively trying to stifle a massive set of giggles behind her hand.
“Really, Satoru… Can't you be bothered to show even a modicum of self restraint?”
You looked up to find Suguru standing at your other side, giving you a cheeky smile that told you, despite his words, he had no intention of helping you out of the cage that was Satoru’s embrace.
“Hello, sweetheart.” He said, and leaned down to kiss your lips, lingering just a little longer than usual before pulling back the chair to your left and taking a seat. “I hope you've had a good day so far, and that we didn't keep you waiting for very long.”
His voice was a tad huskier than usual and you could smell the faint traces of nicotine from the cigarette he’d likely had before coming inside still coiling around him. It clung to his hair and clothes as the cold winter air from outside sharpened the smell, but beneath the acrid aroma, you were able to detect the underlying hints of apples and whiskey from his shower gel this morning.
“You're both perfectly fine! It's been a very good day so far!” You cheerfully exclaimed, your eyes quickly darting over to your, hopefully, new friend.
That's when the two men in your life finally seemed to take notice of the fact that you hadn't actually been alone when they came in to meet up with you.
Both their gazes turned to look at her as they each gave her their usual charming smiles that you could see, like most people, she wasn't completely immune to, if the blush creeping up her neck and coloring her cheeks was any indication.
“And just who might this be?” Satoru asked and moved to sit beside you in a more normal fashion, but still kept an arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you in to tuck you against his side and rest his cheek against the side of your head.
Beatrice smiled at them warmly and introduced herself with the same explanation that she had given you when she first approached you in the lecture hall.
“Your girlfriend here has done nothing but rave about how wonderful the two of you are, and I can clearly see why.” She said, her voice filled with genuine honesty. “The three of you look so happy and adorable together.”
Your boyfriends shared a strange look that you couldn't quite make out, and for the briefest of moments, you swore you saw them roll their eyes together, but you were sure it had to have been some strange trick of the light. There was just simply no way your sweet and gentlemanly boys could be so rude, especially to someone they had just met, and a woman at that.
Sure, they had a tendency to get jealous and extra clingy whenever there was another man in your personal vicinity, and while you often thought that they were being rather ridiculous during those rather rare moments, you couldn't think of a single reason for why they could potentially act as such with a woman.
But those thoughts evaporated from your mind the moment Satoru’s phone was shoved in your face.
“Would you mind taking a quick look at this for me, babygirl?”
You looked at the screen and then back at his sheepish smile, unsure of what exactly it was he wanted you to look for, and upon noticing your confusion, he was kind enough to elaborate his request.
“My finance professor is having us write one final essay on profit mergers, and for some fucked up reason, him and the the English professor thought it would be hilarious to make us write it in English.” He groaned miserably, sounding for all the world like any other tired college student, and not the prodigy you knew him to be. “They said something about wanting to see if we could put both lessons together in a practical fashion, and this shit show was the best idea they could come up with.”
“So do you just want me to read it over and see if the flow sounds legit, or do you want me to check the grammar and spelling as well?”
His smile was beaming when he leaned down to kiss your cheek.
“All of it, pretty please!”
You nodded, giving the first paragraph of the document a quick scan before turning your gaze back to your boyfriend's.
“I’ll take a look at it for you when we get home.”
Then Suguru was chiming in with his own thoughts on the request, his smooth voice lulling you into a trance and reminding you of just how tired you were.
“It might be better if you just take a few moments to do it now, angel.” He quietly suggested, reaching out to brush some loose hair out of your face while flashing you a gentle smile. “You and I both know you're not going to feel like doing anything else once we get home, and you have an earlier than usual lecture tomorrow morning, so you're going to want to eat and go to bed early tonight.”
You sighed, knowing he had a point, even if you did think it was a bit rude to do so when there was another person sitting right there at the table with you. But one look in Beatrice's kind and understanding smile was enough to tell you she likely wasn't going to be at all offended by your diverted attention for a few minutes.
“Alright, just give me a few minutes to look this over.”
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While you were distracted helping your boyfriend proofread his essay, Beatrice quickly pulled out her phone to send off a quick text to her own longtime boyfriend to tell him good night, even though she knew he wouldn't see it until the morning when he woke up. It was just something she couldn't help doing, since it made her feel like she was still connected to home, even when she was clear on the other side of the planet.
She had already made plenty of friends at TUFS, but when she had spotted you on the other side of the lecture hall, she had felt oddly compelled to approach you, partly because she had hoped you could speak English and help her navigate this particular campus, but also because she had sensed there was something a tad off in the way all the seats at your podium had been vacant throughout the whole class, almost like everyone was trying to avoid getting near you. Some of the other students had given you strange looks, a few bordered on what appeared to be jealousy, while others looked like they were just genuinely weary of getting too close to you.
And as soon as you had mentioned having two boyfriends, she got the distinct sense that that was the key factor in the other students' strange behavior towards you.
Perhaps because polyamorous relationships weren't very common in Japanese culture, and your boyfriends certainly weren't shy about PDA, or maybe the jealous looks were because they had wanted your guys to notice them instead, fuck, it could even be something as juvenile as them all slut-shaming you for having more than one partner at the same time.
It could honestly be any number of things, but she had a feeling that, whatever the reason was, it had prevented you from making any real friends outside of the two men currently fawning over you like you were the center of their universe.
Which was really adorable in its own small way…
But, even though she wasn't technically a full time student at this university, she thought that maybe she could help you in that regard and become a friend to you, even if all it became in the end was a casual acquaintance that could only result in the sporadic lunch date or something every now and then. So she figured she could just start off by inviting you to hang out with her and some of the friends she had already made and see where it went from there, maybe to karaoke or something else easy like that since it seemed like you were particularly shy.
“I have to get going here soon.” She said, tucking her phone away in her pocket before turning to look back at you. “But I was just wondering if-”
Acute unease made her words stick like dry sand in her throat as she focused her attention back on you and your boyfriends, only to find that the way the two men were currently staring at her made her feel like ice was crawling over every inch of her trembling body.
But she couldn't quite explain what it was that was causing her hair to rise and her skin to break out in goosebumps, all she could say definitively was that she suddenly felt very unwelcome.
They're body language was relaxed, with the blue eyed one still holding you close, his fingers idly playing with the ends of your hair while he turned his head to kiss your temple, and the other brought your hand up to his lip so he could kiss your knuckles. Even their expressions were neutral at best, with their lashes lowered like they were bored and their mouths set in bland lines, not smiling, frowning, or even sneering at her.
But all the unguarded hostility she currently felt was definitely coming from their cold dead eyes, eyes that never once seemed to blink or turn away from her, even as they continued to move and act like normal, whatever normal was for them anyway.
Meanwhile, you seemed none the wiser to any of it, still sitting between them with your eyes on the phone, reading away while they stared daggers at her in a manner that told her they likely wouldn't lift a single finger to help if her heart stopped right that moment. Hell, for all she knew, they might even be hoping for such a horrible thing, wishing death upon her at this very moment.
And based on the way they kept plying you with little touches and kisses that seemed more like toxic brands of ownership than genuine acts of affection, especially when they still refused to look away from her, Beatrice suddenly got the distinct impression that you not having any friends and everyone in that class avoiding you like the plague was probably exactly what the two of them wanted. Because she really couldn't think of a single thing she could have done to warrant this kind of silent aggression from them only five minutes after being introduced.
Nothing except try to get close to you, even if it was only superficial at best.
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‘Okay, this entire situation is one big fat fucking NOPE! This shit is way too god damn intense for me.’
She thought to herself as she finally broke eye contact with them and quietly moved to gather her things and hastily throw her coat on.
“Look, it was really nice meeting you three, but I have to get going now.” She managed to stutter out as she zipped up her coat with trembling hands, now more eager than ever to get away from your crazy possessive boyfriends. “I almost forgot that I have a study session with a few classmates tonight and I’m supposed to help buy the drinks and snacks.”
She was already heading towards the door, when she heard your confused voice calling out for her to wait a moment, probably wanting to exchange phone numbers, but she couldn't wait to get away from you fast enough and pretended not to hear as she shouted a quick farewell over her shoulder.
But before she could fully turn away, she caught sight of the dark satisfied smiles spreading across the two men's faces, as the dark haired one, Suguru, subtly moved to block you from view, like he hated the thought of anyone else even looking in your direction.
So she resolved that she would try and talk to you about what she had experienced just now at a later date, next week when she came back for the guest spot in your class again, but right now she just needed to get away from the oppressive atmosphere they had conjured up so she could try and figure out how to explain to you that your seemingly happy relationship wasn't at all what it seemed to be.
She just hoped you'd be open to listening to her when she finally brought it up.
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You watched, feeling more than a little hurt and confused, as Beatrice practically raced out of the cafe with barely a glance back, almost like she was running away from something.
“Well that certainly was strange.”
You heard Suguru say as he moved to sit closer to you, no doubt sensing how bothered you were by her abrupt and hasty exit.
“Yeah, and definitely a little suspicious if you ask me.” Satoru replied in agreement, and squeezed your shoulders a little tighter.
You blinked at that, not sure what exactly he meant.
Sure, her departure was more than a little strange, but not so much so that you'd go on to call it suspicious. College was a hectic time for everyone, and even you had found yourself losing track of time every now and then while making mad dashes for classes where attendance was a big part of your grade.
“Why do you say that?” You asked him, saving your progress on Satoru’s essay and locking his phone before wordlessly handing it back to him with a muttered comment about how it looked perfectly fine.
Both of them shrugged, like they had somehow reached the same conclusion without even discussing it. Which, in truth, wasn't all that strange for the two of them.
“I don't know, I just got some weird vibes from her is all.” Satoru answered a bit oddly, like there was more to say but he didn't want to bring it up, before shouldering your bag while Suguru helped you put on your coat, even going so far as to button it up for you before the three of you moved towards the exit.
You blinked at that, still confused as to what exactly he was talking about.
“What weird vibes were you talking about?” You asked, perhaps a bit too defensively considering you barely knew anything about her. “She seemed perfectly normal to me.”
The three of you had reached the nearby parking lot where Suguru had parked the car that morning, but now you all had stopped walking and you were now looking up at the both of them, hands on your hips while trying to give them the sternest expression you could muster, but the concerned looks that crossed their faces as they looked at each other and then back at you had you instantly deflating.
“What aren't you two telling me?” You asked softly, as an unexpected lump formed in your throat, because you just knew you weren't going to like the answer you were about to receive.
Satoru scratched the back of his neck in a nervous habit he rarely showed, but one he couldn't help whenever he was about to have a conversation he really didn't want to have.
While Suguru sighed in defeat and slumped his shoulders, like he was resigned to getting this done and over with, whether he wanted to or not.
“Look, sweetheart, we really didn't want to say anything because we know you've been having a difficult time making any new friends and connections since moving here and we didn't want to ruin this for you, just in case we're wrong, but…”
There was a beat of heavy silence that punctuated the moment, like he didn't want to come out and say whatever it was he was trying to get at, but it seemed Satoru had no more qualms about speaking his mind on the matter.
“What Suguru is trying to say is that that sneaky little bitch was flirting with us the whole time you were distracted on my phone.”
You blinked at that, not sure what he was saying since you hadn't gotten that vibe from her at all.
“At first I wasn't sure, she kept smiling at us and batting her eyelashes while twirling her hair around her finger, but I thought maybe she just didn't intend for it to come off the way it was.” He explained, sounding more and more annoyed as the words left his mouth.
“Okay, th-that doesn't mean she was flirting with you though.” You tried to reason on her behalf.
Suguru nodded, but the look on his face told you there was more evidence behind their conclusion that they hadn't gotten to just yet.
“That's what I thought, but then she tried to start playing footsie with me under the table, even tried wedging her foot up between my legs to stroke my thighs and cock.” He went on, his already pale skin going even more clammy as he visibly shuddered with discomfort. “I kicked her leg away as subtly as I could, and that's when I think she finally got the fucking point, because she immediately left after that.”
Well, there was certainly no denying that kind of blatantly obvious evidence…
“I see.” You whispered, not even trying to hold back your clear hurt and disappointment as you wondered just how oblivious you were to not have picked up on any of that. “I guess I’ll have to try and think of a way to tell her off if she tries to approach me in class again next week.”
Tears were building up on your lash line, even as you tried to remain calm and sound confident in your words, but you couldn't help but feel betrayed that someone you had been hoping could become a friend had tried to do something so horrible to you. It wasn't like she owed you any kind of loyalty, you were essentially strangers to each other after all, but to go out of her way to act all friendly with you and then secretly flirt with your boyfriends when you were sitting right there between them, that was a whole new kind of low you had yet to experience with anyone so far.
Plenty of people before now, mostly girls, but also a few guys, had tried to flirt with them in front of you, but this time was different, because none of the others had ever tried to do so while pretending to be so friendly with you.
“What's wrong with me?” You suddenly asked, your voice breaking out into a sob as you stepped forward and stumbled into their outstretched arms, letting out all the hurt you had been feeling lately. “I thought she wanted to be my friend!”
You knew you must look like a total mess, and you probably sounded so whiny and childish, but neither of them seemed to care about anything other than comforting you.
“Oh, sweet girl, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, nothing at all.” Satoru whispered, squeezing his bulky arms around you. “You are so fucking perfect, and anyone who can't see that clearly never deserved to be a part of your life in the first place.”
You just cried harder, shaking your head as you tried to argue that you were by no means perfect, especially if you couldn't make a single friend outside of the two men you were being so lovingly caged between, but neither of them was willing to hear your self deprecating words.
“Satoru is right, angel.” Suguru told you, his gentle tone leaving no room for arguments. “We see you for the sweet, kind, wonderful, beautiful woman that you are, and if we have to spend every single day of the rest of our lives telling you that, until we're all old and gray, then that is exactly what we will do.”
This went on for a few more minutes, with you crying your heart out right there in the middle of the mostly empty parking lot and the two of them doing everything they could to reassure you that you had done nothing wrong, that Beatrice had been the one completely at fault for her behavior and that her deceitful actions in no way reflected on your own character.
“Thank you both so much for always being so sweet and understanding.” You said, your voice now hoarse from crying as you pulled back to give them the best smile you could muster before leaning up on your tippy toes to give them each a long and lingering kiss. “Meeting you two really has been the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I love you both so much.” You admitted, stroking their cheeks as they beamed and melted like puddy under your praise and soft touches.
Satoru in particular seemed to be eating it up, as he backed you up against Suguru's broad frame before leaning down to kiss and nip at the tender spot on your neck just below your ear.
“Yeah, is that right, babygirl?” He whispered, his tone growing deeper by the second as his hands migrated down to grope at your waist while Suguru gripped you by the hips and hoisted you up to sit precariously on his strong thigh, letting you grind down on him. “You gonna let us take you home so we can spoil you rotten, show you just how much we love you as well?”
Fuck, they were way too good at this, you thought, almost letting yourself forget that the three of you were still outside in the middle of a very public parking lot.
“Or maybe we should just get you in the car right now and see how well the three of us can fit into the back seat, hm? We got that thick ass window tint after all, and it would be a shame to not put it to the test.”
And there was that pesky voyeurism kink again…
Thankfully though, Suguru was there to help bring the Gojo heir back down to earth before things got too carried away.
“Satoru, it's the middle of February, and the last thing any of us need is to be getting sick right before finals.” He reminded him, his tone stern, but still just as worked up as you and your other boyfriend. “Let's save this for when we get home and we're all sufficiently warmed up and fed.”
Satoru whined that Suguru was nothing but a big old spoilsport, but otherwise conceded and pulled back with nothing more than a nip to your tender neck.
“But don't you dare think I’ve forgotten that you promised to show me just how much you liked my little video from earlier.” He reminded you, and unlike before, you were now much more eager to give him something worth getting excited about. “Although, if you're up for taking suggestions, there's still that strap-on I bought for you that has yet to be properly christened.”
You felt a wave of pure embarrassment wash over you as the memory of that particular unused toy filled your mind, a bulbous thing with black straps and a thick cock that was nearly the same shade of blue as Satoru’s eyes.
“S-Since it's already the 10th, m-maybe we can give that one a try on Valentine's Day?” You nervously suggested, knowing that you would at least need the next few days to mentally prepare yourself for such a monumental task.
You had seen the way the two of them prepped and fucked each other more than a few times now, so you had a general understanding of what to do, but it would be something else entirely to be the one doing it yourself.
Satoru’s eyes lit up like festival fireworks and even Suguru seemed excited by the idea as he slowly began humping himself against the swell of your ass.
“Keep talking like that, sweetheart, and you're liable to make both his head’s explode from sheer anticipation.” Suguru laughed and kissed your cheek. “Then again, I suppose I’m not much better than he is when it comes to you.
“You are so fucking perfect, lollipop.” He whispered, pulling back from the breathtaking kiss he had given you. “And we are the luckiest bastards in the whole world to have you in our lives.”
You smiled brightly, feeling lighter than you had in days as he moved to open the car door for you.
“Especially considering how overly trusting you can be sometimes.” He went on, not noticing the way his words suddenly made you freeze in place. “If we hadn't met you when we did, who knows what might have happened.”
You blinked at him trying not to let your good mood sour over his rude and thoughtless words, but you couldn't help but ask.
“What is that supposed to mean?” You demanded, and weren't entirely able to keep the bitter taste of accusation out of your sharp tone.
But unfortunately, Satoru, who was either too dense or too confident in his reasoning, didn't pick up on the tense atmosphere, even when Suguru did and tried to quietly tell him to stop talking.
“I just mean that you got lucky when you went off with Shoko to that tea bar the day we met you, for all you had known, she could have been planning to rob you or something.”
He laughed like it was some kind of a hilarious joke in hindsight.
“And then you went off alone with us, which arguably, could have been even worse had we been anyone else, you even let me get you drunk and went home with us that night.”
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“Are you being fucking serious right now?!” You demanded, an uncharacteristic amount of venom dripping from your every word as your tone rose higher in pitch with every breath.
And that's when he suddenly seemed to catch onto how tense the situation had gotten.
“Honey? What's wrong?” He quickly asked, panic leaking into his expression and voice as he tried to reach out for you, to comfort you, only to gasp in shock when you backed up and slapped his hands away.
“You know better than anyone exactly what that day was to me! What kind of mindset I was in when the two of you, and Shoko, practically strong-armed me into going to that restaurant with you! None of you even bothered to ask if I wanted to go, you just kept talking over me when I tried to object and I was too fucking emotionally drained and tired to even care after that!”
You were seething with fury and rage by this point as hot angry tears fell down your cheeks, not caring who might be watching and listening as you let loose a barrage of rage on them.
“And then you have the absolute fucking nerve to use that day, the day after the worst moment of my entire god damn life, a moment that nearly broke me completely, and you use to… to what?!” You threw your arms out, as if that would encompass every wretched thing you were feeling in this horrible moment. “To use it as an example of what a gullible fucking fool I am, to try and say that I’m hopelessly incompetent without the two of you here to hold my hand and make sure your poor pathetic excuse of a girlfriend doesn't walk off with some stranger to be murdered in a dark alley!”
Satoru winched with every accusation being thrown at him, but didn't try to defend himself, probably knowing that he had royally fucked up this time, that this wasn't something he could just erase with a quick apology and a few soft kisses and hugs.
Suguru stepped forward at that moment, blocking Satoru from your line of sight as best he could, his hands outstretched and palms facing up, like you were a rabid beast he needed to pacify or you might very well rip his throat out for making the wrong move.
“Angel, please just calm down and-”
“I will not calm down!” You snapped back, angry at him just as much as you were at Satoru.
But then, as if all your steam had run its course, you suddenly deflated into a sobbing mess again, quieter than you were just a few minutes ago when they had told you about Beatrice, but so much worse because the hurt and anger you now felt was in direct response to the two people you loved most in world, and not just a simple stranger.
“I w-want to go h-home.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself as tightly as you could and wishing more than anything that it was your mother's embrace holding you right now and not your own.
And it broke something in you all over again to know you'd never have that.
“Okay.” Suguru whispered, his voice so soft and sad that you could barely make it out. “We’ll go home, eat some dinner, and then the three of us will talk this out.”
He said it like he was trying to convince himself that such a plan would actually work, like this was something that an apology and short talk could fix, but as you wordlessly climbed into the backseat and huddled yourself into the corner to ignore them and their stream of quiet apologies, you weren't so sure that this was something any of you could come back from.
So... this was a very heavy chapter, both in terms of length and everything that led up to this ending, so I'm not too sure when the next one will be coming, but just know that when it does, things for these three are likely going to get a lot worse before they get any better, if they get get better at all...
Anyway, on that super happy note, I hope you all enjoyed this one and that you'll be kind enough to let me know your thoughts and feelings on it.
And as always, I want to give a BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Erase The Shadow. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you need to check it out!
Like Hoarded Gold (Part 10) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader
Part 9 TBC in Part 11
Summary: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are complete strangers to you, but when they unexpectedly learn of the tragic news that has irrevocably shattered your life to pieces, the two of them become determined to help you and make you happy again, whether you want them to or not.
Warnings: Stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, gaslighting, voyeurism, explicit smut, implied kidnapping, VERY YANDERE!!!, see tags for more...
Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this or any future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.
The first thing you became aware of as you opened your eyes was the feel of a warm mouth and a wet tongue lavishing the back of your shoulders and spine with slow and lazy kisses, and while you couldn't see which of your boy’s was the one behind you, you still instinctively knew who it was.
“Suguru.”
Your voice sounded a bit raspy as you whimpered his name, probably from all the screaming and moaning you'd done the night before, and perhaps even from how hard your throat had been fucked by them each taking at least one turn with your mouth while you were bent over with the other balls deep inside of you from behind.
True to their word though, despite the rough treatment your mouth had received, neither had allowed themselves to finish anywhere but deep between your legs, and you swore you could still feel their combined fluids leaking out and slicking up your tender thighs.
Suguru smiled warmly and lovingly into the crook of your neck, completely and utterly pleased with how you knew both he and Satoru on such an emotionally intimate level, and even though he knew you were nowhere near ready for another round just yet, he couldn't stop himself from rolling his hips and aching cock into the soft curve of your pretty little ass.
“You're so fucking perfect.” He moaned, already feeling hopelessly needy and desperate for you again as he rolled you over onto your back so you were looking up at him with that sweet and lazy smile he loved so much.
This was exactly how you should always look for them; soft and content, like you had absolutely no worries or stress bogging you down at all, and he and Satoru fully intended to do everything in their power to make sure you stayed this way for the rest of your life.
You laughed softly and lifted your head to give him a quick peck on the lips before letting your head drop back down against the pillow.
“You're not so bad yourself, handsome.”
Somehow, after the mind blowing experience that was the previous night, you already felt lighter and more relaxed than ever before. It was like all the uncertainty of the last few weeks (months?) was completely lifted from your life; there was no more wondering if you were misreading the signals they were sending you, no more uncomfortable sexual tension, and no more wondering if you were intruding as a third wheel in their happy relationship.
One would think that going from having almost no true experience with romantic relationships, to suddenly being in one with two very passionate men at the same time would take some getting used to, but in all actuality, Satoru and Suguru were so familiar to you at this point that being with them like this felt like second nature.
Speaking of your white haired devil…
“Where's Satoru?” You asked, looking around for him, and immediately took note that you were no longer downstairs on the makeshift bed before the fireplace. The boys must have carried you up to the master bedroom when you inevitably passed out after your sixth orgasm of the night…
Or had it been the eighth? You weren't entirely too sure.
Suguru smiled and draped himself over you, covering your body with his own as he buried his face in your neck to kiss his way up to your lips, and all the while, he delighted in the feeling of you running your hands and fingers along the broad length of his back and shoulders, and even occasionally going higher to tangle in his hair and scratch lazily at his scalp.
“We played a game of rock-paper-scissors to see who would have to get the snowmobiles ready and who would get to come back up here to lay with you before going down to cook breakfast.” He said, his voice slightly muffled as he refused to stop kissing your soft skin. “Clearly, you can see who won that round.”
You chuckled softly and was going to tease him a little bit about the two of them being so adorably immature, but then, the reasoning for why they made such a silly bet in the first place finally registered in your ears and you couldn't help but feel confused.
“Snowmobiles?” You questioned, and glanced nervously out one of the large windows to see that yet another nasty storm had rolled in overnight, shrouding the world in a haze of churning white.
He smiled at your adorably confused face and gave the tip of your nose a quick kiss before elaborating.
“The hot spring, remember? We told you about it last night before…” He let the remainder of his statement trail off and gave you a cheeky grin as you glanced away with a bashful expression and mumbled something under your breath that he couldn't quite make out.
“What was that, angel?” He asked in a teasing voice. “I couldn't quite hear you.”
You were silent for a few seconds and Suguru was starting to wonder if he had done something wrong, but then you easily caved in and repeated yourself for him, obeying him like the good girl he knew you were.
“I said, I had more important things to focus on last night, two very important things in fact.”
Suguru felt his heart melt at your admission and before either of you could really register what was happening, he had his lips pressed to yours, swallowing your gasp of surprise and quickly tangling his tongue with yours in a wet and messy dance that wasn't too dissimilar to the way he had eaten you out the previous night.
A delighted shiver raced down your spine as he molded the hard length of his large body against your own while you fisted your hands in his hair and unconsciously opened your legs for him.
A low and needy sound came from the back of his throat as he felt the underside of his aching cock slide between your slick folds before he pulled his hips back and shifted to line himself up, letting his cock-head kiss the entrance of your wet and needy cunt before slowly pushing forward.
As Suguru took his time inching his way inside of you, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking that, no matter how many times you let them fuck you, you would likely never quite be able to get fully used to the initial stretch. It wasn't that it hurt, nor was it unbearably uncomfortable, but they were both just so fucking big. Either one of them was enough to make you feel absolutely full to bursting, like there was nothing else inside of you except whichever one of them was in the process of fucking you stupid, it was so much that it stole the breath from your lungs and made your mind go blank before the orgasm ever even hit.
“Deep breaths, sweetheart.” He cooed in your ear, sounding just as breathless as you felt, as he finally bottomed out inside of you. “You're taking me so fucking well, being such a good girl for me.”
The praise made you clench around him and the wrecked noise that came out of his mouth left your pulse racing, so you did it again on purpose, harder this time.
And the second your stranglehold on his cock finally let up and that narrowed amethyst gaze and fiendish grin met yours, you suddenly knew you were about to be in a world of trouble, and in all honesty, you didn't want it any other way.
“You're in for it now, you cheeky little brat.”
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Just a few minutes later, you found yourself positioned on your knees, with your ass up in the air and your face shoved against the mattress by one of Suguru’s meaty hands on the back of your neck as he pounded mercilessly into your dripping cunt and held up the majority of his weight with the other.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good, Angel.” He groaned as a particularly hard thrust caused his heavy balls to slap against your clit, making you clench down on him even harder as your watery eyes rolled back into your head and your drool soaked into the sheets.
Suguru knew he should probably be being a lot more gentle with you, especially after how many times you took both of them the night before, but you hadn't voiced any protests when he'd grabbed your hips and flipped you over, though he doubted he would have had the willpower necessary to listen to them, even if he would have wanted to. Thankfully, if the way you were incoherently babbling his name was any kind of indication, then you seemed more than pleased with his rougher treatment of you. It was yet more proof of just how perfect you were for the both of them.
The reality of being so deeply intimate with you was even better then what he and Satoru had been imagining all these months and Suguru knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he had already made you come once, and he was fully determined to pull a second one from you before he emptied himself as deep inside of you as he possibly could.
“Come on, be a good little slut and cum for me, sweetheart.” He said, his voice low and deep as he leaned down to speak in your ear, pressing his naked chest to your back and caging you in even further. “I can feel you fluttering around my cock, telling me just how bad this pretty pussy wants to milk me dry.”
You never thought that Suguru, who was always so sweet and respectful, could be so damn good at rough sex and degrading dirty talk, or that you would be so into it, but like with so many things here lately, you were being proven completely wrong.
“Please…” You whined, already hopelessly addicted to the way his thick as sin cock kept sliding perfectly against your g-spot, like he’d spent years learning and perfecting how to do it, rather than just a few hours. “I can't-.”
Suguru already knew what you were going to say and cut you off with a sharp yank on your hair before the sentence could finish leaving your lips.
“Yes, you fucking can!” He declared, sounding more than a little mean and not at all like his usual gentle self. “You’ll behave like a good girl and happily take whatever we give you and you'll thank us for it afterwards with a smile on your face.”
Even if you had been able to think of a response to his out of character statement, you never would have been able to get the words out, not with the way his thrusting hips were knocking the wind out of you as pleasure coiled in your lower belly, like a vicious serpent ready strike.
“That's it, cum for me, angel.” He urged, and wrapped an arm around the front of your chest to pull you up onto your knees and plaster your sweat soaked back against his chest while he reached down to rub your aching clit with two spit slicked fingers.
And you did…
You came with an ear piercing cry of his name, unconsciously thrashing and struggling in his arms while he continued to roughly fuck you through, not just your own orgasm, but his as well.
“You did so good for me, sweetheart.” He whispered softly through shortened breaths, kissing you anywhere his lips could reach, his demeanor going right back to the sweet and gentle Suguru you knew so well. “Are you okay? I hope I wasn't too rough with you.”
Panting and breathless, you let your head fall back and rest against his shoulder as the rest of your body sagged in his arms, completely trusting him to hold you up.
“I’m feeling a little tender below the waist, but that was still amazing, though now I think I might have to start doing some kegel exercises if that's all it takes to work you up into such a frenzy.” You softly teased him, only to gasp when his hips jerked sharply against your ass and you felt his cock give a weak twitch inside of you.
Suguru groaned softly into the back of your neck, fighting with every ounce of his self control to keep from fucking you again.
“Unless you want to find yourself warming my cock for the entire rest of the day, I would refrain from making comments like that until you're feeling up to handling the consequences.”
Contrary to what someone might believe, were anyone ever given access to his and Satoru’s most deeply personal thoughts, they had no desire to hurt you, not even unintentionally. Sex was meant to be an act of pleasure and love, and if you were sore and in need of a break, then they would always give it to you. Even himself and Satoru, for as sex addicted as they were, still needed breaks every now and then, and if they ever saw that you were feeling more physical discomfort than pleasure, they wouldn't think twice about letting you rest and recoup.
“Well, isn't this a pretty sight?”
Both of you jumped at the unexpected sound of Satoru's voice and turned to find him standing just inside the doorway. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as those fathomless blue eyes of his trailed up and down yours and Suguru's bodies before settling on the the space where you were still connected, where his cock was still lodged inside your pussy, now with trickles of cum leaking out and trailing down your already stained thighs.
“Oh, please, don't stop what you two were doing on my account.” He said, his tone husky with want and desire, and truly looked for all the world like he was patiently waiting for Suguru to keep fucking you.
Suguru wanted to give him the show he so obviously wanted, he really did, but when he saw you winch a bit as you shifted to give your knees more purchase on the bed, he knew you needed a break; one that involved a nap, some good food, and a long soak in the hot spring.
“You're a little late.” He said with a soft smile, and kissed your temple before helping you lay down on the bed and rubbing soothing circles on your back, all while watching the way his cum was slowly dripping out of your pretty pussy. “We just finished up.”
Satoru, ever the brat, wasted no time and began to pout like an overly petulant child and whined just as accurately as one.
“Really, you couldn't control yourselves for at least a little while longer?”
Suguru let out a low chuckle, but even though his words were addressed to Satoru, he couldn't bring himself to look away from the delicious sight of your pussy so thoroughly smeared with his cum, nor that of his own cock, now twitching back to life, and how it too was coated in a slick mixture of you and himself.
“You snooze, you lose.” He taunted him as he ran a finger through your dripping slit and lifted it up in his boyfriend's direction. “But how about a consolation prize in the meantime; our pretty baby here needs some time to rest, so you can make yourself useful and clean my dick with that bratty mouth of yours before I leave her in your care.”
As Satoru practically tripped over himself to get across the room and clean the tip of his finger before focusing on the much larger treat between his legs, Suguru heard the way your breath hitched at his words and filthy suggestion. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at you, still blissed-out from the two orgasms he'd given you as you lay curled up beside him on the bed, watching with unwavering focus, and then to Satoru, who was now in the process of cleaning his balls with his ever eager tongue and lips.
His life really couldn't get any better.
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“Here we are!” Satoru said, slightly louder than average so you could still hear him over the sound of the whipping wind and the motor of the snowmobile.
After your morning romp with Suguru, you had been feeling particularly exhausted and had subsequently dozed back off to sleep with the sound of both men’s quiet moaning and filthy praises ringing in your ears, only to be woken up an hour or two later by a very naked Satoru with his head and tongue nestled snugly between your clenching thighs.
Not even 24 hours into this new aspect of your relationship with them and you were already starting to wonder how long you were going to be able to survive their seemingly never ending sex drives before the euphoria and exhaustion killed you.
That being said though, it would certainly be one hell of a way to go, you thought, a content smile tugging at your lips for a few minutes before your white haired boyfriend, it was certainly going to take you a little while to get used to using that particular term, began ushering you to leave your very warm and cozy bed and get ready to leave.
You had complained about needing to take a shower when Satoru had begun rummaging through the dressers to find you some clothes, but he had swiftly shut the idea down, much to your annoyance, citing that you would just need to bathe again before getting in the hot spring water, so you may as well hold off for another hour or two.
And also to your chagrin, he’d made a very strong point, although you strongly suspected that there was more to it than just practicality on his part, you just didn't know what that 'something more’ was exactly. But, the dirty smirk on his face and the devious glint that lit his eyes every time he looked at your tangled hair and the fluid marks all over your skin had given you a fairly strong clue.
Even with the promise of getting to take a dip in a private hot spring, you hadn't been all that thrilled about the prospect of doing so in the middle of an actual blizzard, but now that you were actually looking at why the boys had been so unconcerned about the weather, you were completely blown away.
“Seriously?!” You were as wide eyed as a child at this point. “You have what is essentially a whole other cabin on the same property as the first one, and it's built into a freaking cave.”
“Well, it's less of a cave and more of a hillside, but yeah, it's basically the same thing.” Satoru shrugged like it was no big deal, but the proud grin on his gorgeous face told you just how happy he was that you inevitably approved of the surprise. “My parents had it built for me in addition to the main cabin, so that when they were hosting guests, I could be out of the way, so long as they weren't making me parade around like the perfect son and heir they expected me to be. Though I think part of it was also to keep my relationship with Suguru a secret from the rest of the public.” He whispered that last part, and it broke your heart to hear the rare note of sad bitterness that laced in his usually cheerful voice. “They never bothered caring about who I wanted to sleep around with and date, so long as I was clever enough to keep the ‘less desirable ones’ behind closed doors. Not that that mentality ever did much good to hide it, since practically everyone already knew I was into both guys and girls, they were all just more than willing to turn a blind eye to it out of respect or fear of my folks' reaction to it being openly discussed.”
You really didn't know what to say to that.
He had never shown any kind of emotion where his parents were concerned, he was always very apathetic and dismissive when discussing them, so this was a rare side to him that you had never witnessed before.
But, before you could say anything to try and comfort him, he was already changing the subject and moving past it.
“Now come on.” He said, helping you off the snowmobile and grabbing the bags he'd strapped down to the sled that had been pulled along behind during the ride over. “Let's get inside and join Suguru where it's nice and warm.”
When the two of you had gone downstairs at the main cabin for breakfast, you had been surprised to find that Suguru was nowhere to be seen, and your confusion had only grown when Satoru had explained that he'd gone on ahead to the hot spring make sure everything was in order, whatever that had meant.
But it made a whole lot more sense now that you knew it wasn't just a simple outdoor spring that he was checking on, and in hindsight, you probably should have known that there was no way in hell that the two of them would foolishly drag you out into this kind of weather for a quick dip outside.
As he ushered you towards the door, you noticed right away that it was made out of some pretty thick and sturdy wood, which made sense since it would need to be able to stand up to the harsh winter weather and moisture, and it was blocked in from the top and both sides to help prevent it from getting too buried in the snow, with large stacks of wood and a few shovels on either side covered by tarps. If it wasn't for the door and the taller than average chimney sticking out of the top of the large hill-like mound, you never would have even realized it was there at all, and it made you wonder what the exterior must look like when there wasn't a couple feet of snow layered over-top of it.
“In ya go, cupcake.” Satoru said as he opened the door and nudged you in first.
Pleasantly warm air hit you the moment you stepped inside as you got your first look at the interior of the mysterious secondary cabin.
It wasn't very big, perhaps being the size of a small western apartment, and while there were no windows along the walls of the dome-like shaped room as far as you could tell, it was an open concept space and so quaintly decorated and tastefully designed that the lack of an outside view almost didn't detract from it at all.
There was a queen sized bed pushed up against one wall, with plenty of fluffy blankets and pillows, though you weren't entirely too sure you'd need them while snuggled up between Satoru and Suguru, and all the furnishings of a regular home; a small kitchen and table for eating at, a sitting area with a fireplace and a couch the three of you could relax on, places to store personal effects and belongings, and even a small toilet room.
“This is so nice!” You couldn't stop yourself from gushing, but immediately became confused when you saw no sign of your other boyfriend. “But, where's Suguru?” You said as Satoru set the bags down before he began helping you out of all the winter gear he'd made you bundle up in before leaving.
Satoru smiled as he unwound the scarf from around your neck, letting everything drop unceremoniously to the floor before leaning down to lay a few kisses along the newly revealed skin.
“Probably getting the bath ready for you.” He murmured, letting his hands slip down your back to grab at your ass before pressing a long and drawn out kiss to your parted lips.
And the look on his face when he finally pulled away, the soft and lazy expression that reminded you of a cat laying about in a beam of warm sunshine, it took your breath away because it was the same one he and Suguru always wore when looking at each other. It was a look you had also seen them bestow upon you nearly every single day since the moment you had first let them hold you that day after meeting them, when they had openly refused to let you be alone in your grief, despite you being a complete and total stranger to them.
And seeing it now made you feel like an utter fool for not having picked up on that very obvious fact earlier on.
“What?” You asked, ducking your head sheepishly as he continued to watch you with unwavering focus.
It was one thing when you thought all his hugs and kisses were of a platonic nature, but now knowing how he had always felt made the experience all the more flustering.
“Oh, nothing.” He replied, not sounding the least bit believable as he pressed his forehead to yours and slid his warm hands up the back of your shirt to grope at your waist and pull you even closer. “I’m just enjoying the fact that I can finally do this as much as I want to now.”
“What? Smother me with unholy amounts of love and affection?” You scoffed at him playfully, but gave him a quick peck on the lips to pacify him when he pouted, and then exaggerated the act even further by whimpering like a neglected puppy. “News flash, babe, but you've never held back on that front, even before last night.”
You expected him to laugh at your snark or pout even more, but instead, his eyes grew wide and his jaw slackened ever so slightly, but before you could ask him about it, he blurted something out that made you feel even more confused.
“Say that again!” He said with a now wide smile, clutching you even closer as his expression morphed from shock, to one of barely contained excitement. “Please, say that again!”
He sounded so needy that it was just as comical as it was confusing.
“Say what again?” You asked, chuckling nervously. “You're gonna have to elaborate just a little bit further on that for me.”
“Call me ‘babe’ again, or anything really, it can be whatever you want.” He said, almost sounding breathless with joy as his eyes sparkled with glee. “In all the time we've known you, you've never once called either of us by anything other than our names, you've never given us pet names before.”
You blinked up at him, surprised by the intensity of his request.
He and Suguru had never been shy in regards to referring to you with all kinds of cute and personal little nicknames; sweetheart, angel, lollipop, cupcake, and even ones like, beautiful and gorgeous. But you had never been bold enough to give them any of their own because it had always felt like tempting fate, like if you had allowed yourself to become so comfortable with them in such a way, it would eventually backfire on you and you would somehow lose them in the process. And even now, some quite, barely noticeable part of your conscious kept whispering that this was all happening too quickly, that it was too much, but it was a voice that was easy enough to ignore when Satoru was being so adorable… even if his neediness was just a tad more suffocating than his usual brand of overly clingy affection.
However, the adorable part of that thought won out in the end as you drowned in the glittering blue hues of his eager eyes and bathed in the sunshine warmth of his bright smile.
“Well-” You trailed off a tad bashfully as you tried to think of what to say, and eventually came up with, “I think ‘honey’ probably suits you a lot more, after all, you're often just as sweet as all that candy you constantly chow down on.”
Satoru, overjoyed with your choice and praise, was on the verge of bending you over the nearest stable surface as quickly as possible, to fuck you until you couldn't think of anything except him and Suguru and all the pleasure only they were capable of bringing you, but…
“If you really want to make his day, sweetheart, then you should just start calling him ‘daddy’. It's been a fantasy of his since day one.”
The sound of Suguru’s teasing voice in the otherwise quiet space was enough to make your heart leap into your throat as you whipped your head around to face him.
“You really need to learn how to announce your presence in a way that isn't so jarring. You're going to give me a heart attack one of these da-”
Your mouth went dry as you turned around to face your other boyfriend, only for the words to come up short when you saw him standing in an open doorway across the room and wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist that did nothing to hide his already bulging cock.
“I- umm… what?”
Fuck, he looked so damn good like that, you just wanted to climb him like tree.
“I said, you’d probably make his day if you called him ‘daddy’.” He said, his voice dropping into that low gravelly tone that you were quickly learning was like an instant aphrodisiac to you. “But, how about we save that, and you climbing me, for after you've had your bath, hmm?”
Then, as if struck by lightning, you suddenly registered his words and realized you must have stated that mortifying observation aloud and you couldn't stop the embarrassed little noise that quickly escaped your lips, only for the sound to come again when Satoru’s grip tightened on your hips and he pressed himself against your ass.
“Fuck…” He drew the word out on a long groan as he shoved his nose in the crook of your neck and breathed in your mouth-watering scent. “My dick might actually explode from the anticipation when she does finally say it.”
Suguru chuckled as he stepped up in front of you, letting one hand rest against your hip, right on top of Satoru’s own hand, while the other reached up to gently take you by the chin, forcing you to tilt your head back as you were pressed tightly between them.
“I doubt she’ll be saying much with a mouthful of cock and a pussy dripping with our cum.” He said, a sleazy smile tugging at his mouth as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip. “But I think she might manage to get a few words out, with the right kind of encouragement.”
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…
There was that nagging feeling at the back of your mind again, the one that cropped up every time they spoke about you as if you weren't there, or like you didn't have a choice in any of this. And you knew that they were only messing around with you, that this was just a bit of over exaggerated dirty talk to try and work you and themselves up… but it still didn't erase the way it made you feel like you were being viewed as an object.
But, before you could open your mouth to voice your feelings on the matter, Suguru distracted you once more by bringing up getting you into the bath before seeing to any other needs the three of you might have, and you were once again reminded of just how dirty and sore you were actually feeling.
So, it was fine for now…
You could talk to them about this issue at another time if it persisted after the three of you returned home, this side to your relationship with them was still so new after all, and it could just be something that would fizzle out on its own after a while.
“Come on, if you two promise to let me relax in the bath for a while, maybe I’ll be feeling up for another round later on.” You said, and was instantly rewarded with their sinful smiles and eager hands as they slowly helped you strip off the layers of warm clothing.
And while you were willing to put up with quite a lot for them, you were absolutely never going to call either of them ‘daddy’, that was for damn sure.
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“Make sure you send these to me once we get back home.” Satoru said as he sat in the hot water, casually scrolling through Suguru's photo gallery while he waited for his dark counterpart to join him.
It was later in the evening, and the two of them were taking a moment to talk and soak in the bath again after having thoroughly worn you out once more.
“Only so long as you extend the same courtesy to me.” Suguru replied, his voice full of smug satisfaction as he rinsed himself off with the shower head. “Don't think I didn't see you snapping a few of her from behind while I was busy with her mouth.”
Satoru grinned wickedly, his blue eyes flashing brightly as he stared down at one particular shot of you that had his dick already twitching again.
The way your jaw was slackened with your tongue hanging out, cum and saliva dripping down your chin and neck in shining rivulets, and your hair tangled and hanging messily around your face and shoulders, it was all so fucking beautiful, but the real cherry on top had to be the addition of the black blindfold around your eyes, making you appear all the more submissive and vulnerable for them.
After your extra long bath and a hearty dinner, the two of them had managed to convince you to try something a little outside of your comfort zone when they insisted you put on one of Satoru’s blindfolds.
His eyes were particularly sensitive, especially around bright lights, and he was prone to getting migraines and headaches quite often if he went too long without some kind of eye covering, so on particularly bad days, or when he just wasn't in the mood to wear his sunglasses, he would trade them out for the blindfolds.
He would never forget the way you had fussed over him, and still did, when you had first learned of it. How each time you saw him with the blindfold on, you would immediately jump up to try and assist him with whatever he might need: getting him pain relievers, something to eat or drink, closing the blinds and turning off the lights, you would even offer to give him cuddles and stroke his hair to try and help lessen his discomfort.
And he absolutely ate that shit up like it was his favorite candy.
Every time it happened, he would milk it for all it was worth, moaning and groaning about the pain so you would coddle him and give him your undivided attention.
And yeah, there were definitely times where he absolutely faked it to get you to drop whatever you were doing so you would pay attention to him, he'd even managed the seemingly insurmountable task of guilting you into skipping classes and lectures on a few days just to stay home and take care of him. And now that you were finally on the same page as them, he wondered if he could somehow convince you that sitting on his face was a good remedy for getting rid of a headache.
They had talked briefly about it that morning while you were still sound asleep, how they wanted to get some raunchy pics of you but were certain it was something you would immediately shy away from if they brought it up with you directly.
So they decided that what you didn't know wouldn't be able to hurt you, hence the use of the blindfold.
They told you it was about heightening the pleasure for you, and that definitely wasn't a lie, the loss of one sense was capable of increasing the others by quite a lot, but that hadn't been their main reason for suggesting it, it was just a wonderful bonus, since your pleasure was always going to be their main priority, just like it was with each other.
Satoru smiled to himself as he locked Suguru’s phone once more and set it down on the little drink tray that was placed near the edge of the deep wood tub before leaning his head back against the cushioned neck rest and stared up at the foggy glass above him.
The bathing room here really was a true work of art and was once the only thing he had ever really looked forward to during the few times he had been dragged up here back when his parents were still alive.
The entire space was constructed from only three base materials;
First was the weather resistant glass that made up one entire wall for a clear view of the forest and the slanted skylight, much the same as what was used in the main cabin, the only key difference being that this glass in particular also acted as a two way mirror, just in case there were any trespassing creeps sneaking around on the property.
Second was the dark gray stone that made up the tiles of the floor and the bathing area.
And finally, there was the hinoki cypress, a light colored wood that was perfect for insulation and able to stand up to the intense heat and moisture of the hot spring water that was pumped in from underground, and as a nice little bonus, it also gave off a faint lemony smell. This was what made up the bulk of the interior, as well as what lined the inside of the large in-ground tub that was the main centerpiece of the whole room, he’d had it specifically designed to be large and deep enough that both he and Suguru could both stretch out comfortably with the water up to their shoulders and still have room to move about.
Meaning that, for you, the water had damn near come up to your chin, which was perfect for the two of them since it gave them the perfect excuse to hold you in their laps, not that they had ever really needed an excuse for that.
“What's got you smiling like that?”
Satoru opened his eyes and looked beside him to find that Suguru was seated beside him on the edge of the bath with his legs dangling in the steaming water.
“Nothing in particular, just that I don't think I've ever been so relaxed in all my life, especially up here.” He said, and found himself frowning at the idea of having to leave in less than two weeks.
Suguru smiled in return and stroked his fingers through his white locks of hair, now slightly dampened with steam and condensation.
“And now you're frowning?” He stated, his voice softening as he no doubt sensed that whatever was on his partner's mind was very important to him. “Talk to me, babe. Tell me what's going on in that beautiful brain of yours.”
Satoru chewed his lip as he sat up straighter and mulled over how to articulate his thought process, trying to decide if what he was thinking was the right course for you all or not.
“It's just that I used to hate coming up here, you know, it was a reminder of everything about my parents that I hated.”
He couldn't have kept the bitterness out of his voice if he tried.
“That they gave me free reign and an open budget to design this place, not because they wanted to do something nice for me, but because they wanted me kept out of sight and out of mind unless they needed me to come out and play pretend for them, to trot me out like some kind of purebred show dog trained to bark and sit on command. And yeah, it got better after meeting you and being able to bring you with me, but still…”
Suguru continued to patiently stroke his hair, having already been aware of all of this beforehand, but knew that he needed to say it to make his point, even though he already had a decent guess as to where this conversation was headed.
“And now you feel differently?” He probed, gently helping him fill in the gaps he couldn't voice into words on his own.
Satoru nodded weakly.
“I know we mostly chose to come here solely for the isolation, just in case things went south with her and more drastic measures needed to be taken, but these last few days, being alone with just the two of you, without the chaos of the city or other people surrounding us, have just been so fucking peaceful, and I never thought I could feel like that about this place.” He admitted, perhaps a bit grudgingly, as it did hurt his pride a little to say it out loud. “It's like the three of us being up here together has erased every trace and memory of my parents' garbage existence, even from the main cabin, to the point that it genuinely feels like it's ours now, maybe even more so than the penthouse, and… I’m not so sure I want to give that up.”
Suguru could only stare at him in stunned but happy bewilderment as the words finally sunk in, as did their unvoiced meaning.
“Satoru, do you want us to move up here full time?” He asked, a knowing smile pulling at his full lips. “Because, if that's really what you want, then I’m all for it.”
Glittering blue eyes looked up at him with eager joy, a far cry from the somber expression he was wearing not too long ago.
“You mean it?”
Suguru laughed as Satoru’s infectious delight spread through him as well and he leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“Yes, I most definitely mean it.” He happily whispered back before taking on a more serious tone as the logistics of how to make the transition as smooth as possible started to list themselves off in his mind. “It’ll take a bit of time to get everything ready though before we can make it official; we still have our graduation to think about, but that's not until mid-March, then we have to figure out what to do about the penthouse, decide whether or not we want to keep or sell it, and then there's also the matter of your inheritance and your parents company to consider.”
“I've already decided on selling it.” Satoru stated, very matter of factually, his grin like that of the very devil himself. “If they wanted me to continue to play pretend even after they were gone, then they should have been smarter and made that a stipulation in their will, that I would need to actually take over and run the damnable business if I wanted my full inheritance, because I have no interest in carrying on their worthless legacy, and the only thing it's worth is how much money we can get out of it.”
They both knew that it wasn't like they really needed the extra money, Satoru’s sizable trust fund and his regular inheritance would be more than enough for them to live a lavish lifestyle and spoil you rotten for the rest of their lives, without the need to ever work again. But the money they would gain by selling the multi-million dollar cyber security company, that would set them up for lifetime’s to come.
“As for the apartment, I was thinking we could keep it as a place to stay whenever we need to go into the city.” He suggested with a light shrug of his bulky shoulders. “Just because we want to leave the city full time doesn't mean we can't go back for trips and overnight stays if we want a short change of pace.”
Suguru’s smile widened even further as Satoru spoke the words he was also voicing to himself, proving once more just how perfect they were for one another.
“Well, that was certainly an easy plan to formulate.” He said, chuckling softly at the ease of it all.
However…
“Now that just leaves one last thing to consider.”
“What's that?” Satoru asked, tilting his head to the side in the most adorable way that left Suguru’s heart melting in his chest before he got back on the topic at hand.
“You know she's not going to agree to this so easily.” He whispered a bit more quietly and glanced at the doorway that led back into the main area where they had left you to sleep, just in case you were to wake up and come looking for them.
“I would like to think that her growing social anxiety would help in convincing her that moving up her permanently is the right choice, but she's just so serious about her studies, and something tells me she’s not going to let the matter of finding a part-time job stay closed for too much longer, especially once spring and summer hits, and maybe that was our fault for stressing extra hard that letting us cover her expenses would only be a temporary thing.”
Satoru nodded along as he moved to kneel between Suguru's toned legs, so that he could wrap his thick arms around his waist and nuzzle his face against his stomach.
“We’ll just have to play it by ear for the time being, and if worse comes to worse, we just won't be giving her the option to say ‘no’. She'll have to learn eventually that everything we do is for her own good, even if she doesn't agree with it at first.”
Suguru nodded in agreement, absentmindedly rubbing his hand up and down Satoru’s broad back as the two lost themselves in their own thoughts for a few moments.
But then, as if struck by lightning, an idea came to mind that, while it might not help in convincing you to give up your schooling to be their pretty little pampered housewife, it could buy them more time to come up with the right plan to do so.
“I might have an idea.”
Satoru lifted his head to give him his full and undivided attention.
“Don't you think it's about time for the girls to come up for another visit? Especially with them starting high school next year, they'll need to start submitting applications for enrollment tests if they want to get into any of their top choices.”
Satoru’s only response was to smile fiendishly before leaning up to kiss him senseless…
I was actually very happy with how this chapter came out this go round, so I really hope you all enjoy this new chapter! 😊
And please be sure to let me know your thoughts and feelings!
And as always, I want to give a BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Erase The Shadow. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you need to check it out!
I have no problem with the way female anime characters are drawn. But I can't help but laugh and be a bit jealous when big boobed characters defy the laws of gravity.
I don't care that she's a goddess or has magic or whatever, there's no way that she can wear and run around in something like that without knocking herself out. lol
He's the crazy uncle that you sometime have fun stirring up trouble with, but are mostly embarrassed by and try to avoid under normal circumstances. Yet whenever you get into trouble, he's the one that you call way before you even think about calling your dad.
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I've always loved your Yami art (even purchased a few prints from your Etsy quite sometime back). Your Jinbe is amazing here, and I love your Kagurabachi drawings, especially Samura and Chihiro.
So, just going through Black Clover oc tag, why are some of you drawing Silva's dad with the same color pallet as Acier? Was she not good enough for you? Or are you insuiating that the Silva's are Black Clover's Targaryens?!?!?
So I saw this and got a chuckle, because I never realized that!
As a fanfic writer who imagines Dad Silva (or in my case Nathyn Silva) with silver hair and blue eyes, I thought that I'd give my personal reasoning:
1. Yeah... kind of. All of the Clover Kingdom royals (and likely all of the nobles) are inbred to some extent. You just can't procreate for generations from such a limited gene pool and not have an "I'm my own grandpa" situation. LOL
BTW that's a song, in case you didn't know. If you give it a search, it might return the laugh that you gave me.
2. Children resemble their parents. And given that all four Silva children have silver hair and blue or lavender eyes, I personally doubt that Acier was the only parent who had silver hair and blue/lavender eyes. So either Dad Silva also had silver hair and blue/lavender eyes, or Acier had magically super dupper genes; since it stands to reason that at least one, if not more, of the Silva kids would take after their father.
Sorry if you were just posting for a laugh, and not someones two cents. Hope you have an awesome day!
So, just going through Black Clover oc tag, why are some of you drawing Silva's dad with the same color pallet as Acier? Was she not good enough for you? Or are you insuiating that the Silva's are Black Clover's Targaryens?!?!?
So I saw this and got a chuckle, because I never realized that!
As a fanfic writer who imagines Dad Silva (or in my case Nathyn Silva) with silver hair and blue eyes, I thought that I'd give my personal reasoning:
1. Yeah... kind of. All of the Clover Kingdom royals (and likely all of the nobles) are inbred to some extent. You just can't procreate for generations from such a limited gene pool and not have an "I'm my own grandpa" situation. LOL
BTW that's a song, in case you didn't know. If you give it a search, it might return the laugh that you gave me.
2. Children resemble their parents. And given that all four Silva children have silver hair and blue or lavender eyes, I personally doubt that Acier was the only parent who had silver hair and blue/lavender eyes. So either Dad Silva also had silver hair and blue/lavender eyes, or Acier had magically super dupper genes; since it stands to reason that at least one, if not more, of the Silva kids would take after their father.
Sorry if you were just posting for a laugh, and not someones two cents. Hope you have an awesome day!
I'm sorry, I can't tell if you're trying to encourage or scold me since I mentioned a lack of comments being the reason there hasn't been an update for 'Light In the Darkness'.
Just in case, let me just say that making my work readable enough to post is not writing; it's editing. I LOVE writing. But I really HATE editing.
I'm cutting out a LOT from chapter 133 simply because it's not worth the time of editing all of it. I mean, I only got one comment on the last two chapters I posted; so I doubt I'll get much, if any, engagement when I finally post chapter 133.
So yeah, the posted version of my 15,000 word chapter will probably be more than halved; simply because it's not worth the time and effort to edit it all if readers don't think it's worth their time and effort to leave a simple comment as thanks.
I get that some readers don't know what to say, that's why I do my best to leave engagement questions. Heck, I'd be thrilled if readers simply copied and pasted whatever phrase/line they liked from the chapter.
I don't share my work because I like sharing my work. I share my stuff because I like engaging with readers. And if there's no engagement, then the desire to edit and share is VERY quickly overridden by the will to write.
Everytime I see posts like this I get filled with such profound sadness
Cause you know who has the same brainrot as you? The same unhinged feelings as you after you've read the fic? The person who always wants to scream about the fic with you?
THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT
I never used to leave comments but since I got into the habit of commenting on everything i enjoy it's been incredible. Especially when the author gets back to me about it and we get to have a discussion of what other ideas they had. One writer replied to my comment with a 5 paragraph essay detailing the Floorplan of the building the characters lived in and it was incredible
Anyways this is all to say that if you find a fic that just makes you want to scream from the rooftops, leave a comment saying that to the author and maybe they will join you and you can scream incoherently together
"It's also important to know, this feeling of isolation is what the author feels but ten fold. It's the exact reason writers are begging for comments. It's to talk about the story with someone. That story that's taken up your life for a few hours, or perhaps days, has taken up the author's life for weeks, months, and - very often - years. There's a very good chance these authors are dying to talk to you."
^AND THIS AUTHOR IS ME! I am always down to talk about the stories I'm writing and the ideas that are flowing!
