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Yay!!! I'm SO looking forward to reading this!

Like Hoarded Gold (Part 7) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 6 TBC in Part 8

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 behavior, dirty thoughts, gaslighting, voyeurism, 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.

Blissfully warm air hit your face as the thick wooden door to the cabin opened and Satoru quickly ushered you into a rather large mud room.

“Go ahead and take off your boots and stuff in here and then just head straight down the hall, it'll lead you into the rest of the house.” He said, not bothering himself to take off any of his own warm winter apparel. “Me and Suguru will bring everything inside and then we'll figure out the sleeping arrangements and everything else.”

“Are you sure you guys don't want me to help carry anything?” You asked softly, even as your whole body tensed and shuddered at the thought of going back out into the icy wind and whipping snow. “It's freezing out there…”

Satoru shook his head and you watched in fascination as fluffy flakes of snow blended perfectly with the color of his hair and scattered as melting condensation.

“Not a chance, Cupcake.” He said with mock sternness. “You just head on inside and get warmed up, I remotely turned on the heat about an hour ago while we were still on the road, so it should be nice and cozy right about now.”

And with that, along with a quick kiss to your forehead, he was jogging back out into the sub-zero temperature and you were left to do as he said.

Looking around, you spotted a wall lined with a series of sturdy hooks and two coat racks framing either side, so you made short work of hanging up all your newly purchased outdoor gear before taking a seat on the bench at the opposite wall to remove your boots and replace them with a new pair of prepackaged house slippers you saw sitting in the raised entryway.

Last week, both the men you now lived with had insisted on taking you shopping for a new winter coat and boots in preparation for this very trip, and what you had thought was going to be a short outing for two simple items, had instead turned into an all day excursion that ended with you walking out of the shopping mall with five entirely new outfits and and an assortment of brand new, top of the line winter accessories.

All paid for with the use of their money.

You truly had tried to tell them no, but every time you opened your mouth to try and shut it down, both of them would get these absolutely dejected looks on their faces and in the end, you just let them do as they pleased.

They told you to just think of it all as a Christmas gift, but it still didn't erase the fact that, no matter how unintentional it was, it still felt like you were somehow taking advantage of them and their immense kindness and generosity. You hadn't even allowed yourself to look at the total cost on any of the receipts, because you knew that if you did, you might actually have a heart attack. And while you were fully aware that both of them were incredibly smart when it came to their money and finances, Satoru especially wasn't exactly frugal with said money and was more than willing to throw it around like it was going out of style. He was constantly trying to convince you to let him put your name on their bank accounts and get you your own card, but you had to draw the line somewhere and agreeing to something like that would have been taking it just a tad too far in your opinion.

When you had agreed to let them help you out a bit more and take a break from job hunting, you hadn't intended for that help to encompass things outside of your basic necessities; things like food, hygiene products, and your phone. But after spending so much time with them and getting to know them the way you have, you should have known that they, especially Satoru, would take the agreement and just run rampant with it. Not in any sort of malicious way, you understood that they only had the best intentions in mind when trying to help in any way that they could, but it still didn't make you feel any less like a freeloading mooch.

Letting your mind wander from those thoughts, you slowly made your way further into the cabin’s interior, and it suddenly became very obvious that it was much larger and grander than it had appeared from the outside.

This was no rough and ready shack with only the bare bones necessities to get a person(s) by while they experienced the great outdoors, no, this was a mountain home, one built with all the luxuries and convenience of a modern day home in mind, but with a rustic design.

The hallway you came out of opened into what was clearly the living room, and as you looked up, you saw that the rest of the cabin was seemingly built around it, with two staircases on opposite sides of the room which led up to a walkway that wrapped around the entire upper space and would allow anyone up there to look down and view whatever was going on in any of the common spaces like the kitchen and dining area. From your vantage point, you could see branching hallways along the walkway and it was an easy guess to assume that they led to the bedrooms and whatever else Satoru’s parents had thought to include, but you were far too distracted by the picturesque view outside of all the massive windows to really care all that much about exploring the rest of the house.

One entire wall of the living room was made of windows and looked out into the snowy mountain forest and raging blizzard outside, and while one might expect that much glass to leave an incredible chill and draft in the room, it was obviously of very high quality and so well insulated that you barely felt a lick of cold, not unless you were practically pressing your face up against it. But Satoru was definitely right about one thing though, the house was already nice and warm, even the floors were heated, which was definitely a nice touch since it seemed almost every room had hardwood flooring, and while there were a great many rugs situated throughout, it was nice to know that your feet wouldn't completely freeze if you forgot to put on your socks or slippers at some point.

Perhaps it was because of how untouched the landscape looked, but the storm outside seemed as if it had grown even worse than when you all had arrived not even a few minutes ago, with the wind was howling at an almost imperceptible volume, but the fact that you could hear it at all with how well insulated the place was enough to tell you just how bad it actually was.

The three of you had taken a train up to the small town nearest to the mountain early that morning before driving the rest of the way up to the cabin, and about halfway there was when the storm had suddenly blown in from almost out of nowhere and slowed the drive down to a creeping crawl that left the three of you arriving a few hours later than originally planned. But, you had finally made it, and despite your concern over the terrible weather, you couldn't deny that it felt perfect for the setting and holiday you were there to celebrate.

The sound of your housemates voices coming in from down the hall pulled you from your thoughts and you turned around to see the two men walking in and and putting all the bags and luggage at the base of one of the staircases before they spotted you standing at the wall of windows and made there way over to you.

“It's one hell of a view, isn't it?” Satoru said with a big grin on his face.

“It really is!” You nodded in agreement, returning his smile with equal enthusiasm. “Your parents must have really loved the outdoors if they wanted a place like this, it must have cost a small fortune to build.”

Satoru shrugged and walked over to the large fireplace that seemed to be the standout feature of the downstairs area and began the process of laying out logs and kindling to get it going.

It was already warm enough, so a fire wasn't exactly needed, but you supposed it was more for the aesthetic of it, rather than necessity.

“Oh, it definitely did.” He replied with almost zero emotion. “But they mostly just wanted it as a place to have company over once in a while and flaunt our wealth, hence why the place is so big and has like, twelve some-odd rooms.” He struck a match and you watched as golden flames slowly engulfed the starter debris before growing into larger flames as they easily spread to the more hefty logs. “We had it for three years before they died and they only ever used it twice.”

Satoru had never made any attempt to hide his indifference towards his parents and their death, so his lack of feeling while speaking of them came as no real surprise to you, but it still saddened you to know how unloved he must have felt growing up with parents who were so detached from his life that their deaths barely affected him. And not for the first time, you silently wondered which was worse; to have grown up in such a lavish manner with no love at all from the parents who raised you, or to have grown up thinking that you were loved and wanted, only to be told later on that all those supposedly happy memories were just lies and you were nothing more than an obligation and a burden to the ones who birthed you.

At least in Satoru’s case, he'd had the silver lining of knowing exactly what kind of situation he was in from the very beginning, even if it was a terrible one that made you want to spit on his parents graves even more than you wanted to spit in your own parents living faces.

“There we go!” Satoru exclaimed jubilantly and turned around to face the two of you as you felt Suguru come up behind you and rest a hand on your lower back and you tilted your head back to see amethyst eyes staring down at you, accompanied by a soft smile. “The fire is all set and ready for us to curl up in front of later on, so why don't we get the rooms situated, and then we can figure out what to do for dinner?”

You looked towards the windows again and saw just how dark it had gotten since the three of you had arrived and a sudden worrisome thought came to mind as you watched the storm continue to rage outside.

“Umm, guys?”

“What's up, Lollipop?” Satoru said, and fixed those hypnotically electric blue eyes on you.

“This storm looks like it's going to be around for a while, and it's not dying down at all.” You said to him wearily. “Are you sure we're totally covered in case something happens and we get snowed in or the power goes out?”

He grinned, bright and proud, but it was actually Suguru who answered your question.

“Don't worry, all the electrical and water for the house is run below ground, and just in case something does happen with it, we have solar panels on the roof that would just need to be cleaned off, and the basement has a backup generator with enough fuel to last over a full month, there's even a backup generator for the backup generator.” He answered, rubbing your back for reassurance and comfort. “We have plenty of food, both fresh and non-perishable, bottled water, and there's enough wood in the shed out back to last us till next year. So we promise you, Sweetheart, we are completely covered for any and all possible emergencies while up here.”

You listened to his words and relaxed back into him before sighing contentedly as your minor worries melted away and you finally felt yourself beginning to fully relax.

“Come on.” Satoru said, and took your hand to lead you towards one of the staircases, while Suguru’s calming presence never left your other side. “Let's get the luggage up to the rooms and then this vacation can really get started!”

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“But this is the master bedroom!”

Satoru smiled at how adorably flustered you were as you stood before the massive king sized bed and tried to argue about why you shouldn't be sleeping in it.

“Yes? And?” He responded, pretending to play dumb. “Is there something wrong with it?”

Your cheeks puffed out as you huffed in annoyance and he swore he saw little tears of frustration building up in the corner of your eyes.

It made him ache to sink his cock down that pretty throat of yours.

“Of course there's nothing wrong with it.” You said, gesturing to the large and immaculately furnished room. “But shouldn't the two of you, the couple and owners, be sleeping in here, not me?”

Under normal circumstances, you would be correct, but since neither of the two men had any intention of staying in one of the guest rooms for very long while on this trip, they thought it perfectly acceptable to set you up in the best room the cabin had to offer.

“You're our guest, Angel.” Suguru stated, and set your suitcase and shoulder bag down by the ottoman at the foot of the bed as he entered the room. “We planned this trip for you specifically, so you can relax and enjoy yourself, and we want you to have the nicest space here.”

It wasn't a total lie, they really did want you to have a relaxing and enjoyable time with them while on this little getaway, and the fact that they already fully expected to spend the majority of it naked with you was completely irrelevant to that fact. It was only a tiny bit selfish after all, because while they had planned all of this for themselves, if all they wanted was to just get in your pants, then they would have done it already, but more than their desire to bed you was an even greater desire to make you happy and show you just how well they were going to treat you and spoil you for the rest of your life. This, along with the pleasure they were so eager to heap upon you, was just a small fraction of what you would be experiencing once they made you fully aware of your true place in their life.

“Yeah, but-”

You were cut off as Satoru walked forward with a cocky smile tugging at his mouth and pressed his thumb to your lips, effectively silencing your argument as he wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you in so close, it made your head spin.

“We plan on spoiling you rotten for the next two weeks, Cupcake.” He said it like it was a matter of fact, and you knew he meant it. “And the first step in doing that, is making sure you are as comfortable as possible while we treat you like a fucking queen.”

It was during moments like this that you sometimes found yourself briefly forgetting that both of these overly attractive and attentive men were in fact gay and in a happily committed relationship together. When they, mostly Satoru, got in close and said things to you that would make almost anyone lose their morals, and possibly even their clothes, it made you wonder if either of them were fully aware of just how it could potentially be interpreted.

You were aware enough to know that it didn't mean anything deeper than loving friendship, that it was just how they were; that Satoru’s love language was a mixture of physical touch and gift giving, while Suguru's was acts of service and quality time, and both of them were huge on words of affirmation. But even so, for someone like you, who had almost no real experience with such over the top displays of affection, not from friends or from family, it was a lot to take in all at once sometimes, even after almost half a year of knowing them.

You had only ever had one boyfriend during your sophomore year of high school, and while your experiences with him, both sexual and mundane, hadn't been unpleasant, the level of platonic charm that these two men had a habit of throwing at you put that boy and his efforts of childish romance to absolute shame.

You didn't even understand why they were always going so far out of their way to do, say, and act this way with you.

They had known Shoko almost as long as they had known each other, and from what little interaction you had seen between them, they weren't the least bit tender or affectionate with her, or really anyone else for that matter, so what was it that made them act so out of character with you? Was it pity for the recent events that had thrown your life into complete disarray, or did they just feel a sort of kinship with you that they couldn't help but express in another way? Either option would make sense, or even both, and as much as you weren't interested in receiving anyone's pity, you wouldn't blame them for feeling so when it was an almost involuntary response that anyone might feel for another suffering individual. As for the option of feeling such a strong connection to them, you also wouldn't be able to disagree with that one either, because, while it was harder for you to express in words or actions, you felt the same way, and it baffled you still how easily they had carved out a place for you in their somewhat solitary life.

“Earth to, (Y/N)! You in there, Cupcake?”

Satoru’s petulant voice pulled you from your musings and you felt a slight tug on your hair as you looked up to find him staring down at you with his signature pout pulling at his full lips, clearly annoyed that you had ignored for however long you were lost in thought.

You felt your face heat from embarrassment when you realized just how long you must have been staring off into space and you shook your head to clear away the introspective thoughts plaguing your mind so you could better focus on the present.

“Sorry!” You mumbled and flashed him an easy smile. “I'm just pretty tired and seem to keep my thoughts focused.”

That was when Suguru stepped up and leaned down to press a kiss to your hairline, something you noticed he was doing more and more frequently these days.

Unlike his boyfriend, Suguru's displays of physical affection, while not exactly a total rarity, had always been much less abundant and over the top than Satoru’s, but that had changed during the last week or two. He was starting to give you more friendly kisses like the the one he'd just laid on your temple, or whenever the two of you were within close proximity, he'd rest a warm and comforting hand on the small of your back or around your shoulders, there were even times where he would tuck you against his side on the couch for a snuggle, sometimes even stealing you away from Satoru's own greedy embrace in the process, much to the other man's outraged dismay.

“Here's an idea…” He started off, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “How about you go ahead and get unpacked, take a shower or do whatever you need to do to freshen up, and me and Satoru will go and get dinner started, then you can come back up and go to bed early, sound good?.”

You opened your mouth to object, because the last thing you wanted was to leave them to do all the work while you lazed around, but once more, you were cut off before the words could even make it past your lips.

“Satoru is absolutely right, Sweetheart.” He gently stated, and tilted your face up to better hold your gaze. “We planned this trip with you in mind, and you've been so good to us, taking care of all the cooking and cleaning at home, so we just want to use these next few weeks to spoil you and let you relax.”

You knew better than to argue with them at this point, neither of the two stubborn bastards was going to budge once they had set their minds on something, and as much as you didn't like it, hunger and a strong desire for sleep were two very powerful motivators.

“Fine.” You grumbled, and you swore that Satoru must have rubbed off on you, because you sounded almost as bratty as he often did. “But please don't go too overboard on anything, I don't want you going out of your way just for me and it would be completely unnecessary.”

Their smiles were absolutely blinding whenever they got their way and you tried to remind yourself that, no matter how backwards it was or how much you didn't understand their reasoning behind it, if all they wanted in return for everything good and kind they had done for you so far was your acceptance of their generosity, then you should just let them do as they pleased.

It was their choice after all.

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“She’s so fucking adorable.” Satoru whispered as he pulled the blanket up to tuck you into bed and then sat gently on its edge, not quite willing to turn away from you just yet.

Suguru smiled from his spot in the doorway as he watched him lean forward to slowly trail a series of feather light kisses down the side of your face before stopping to bury his own in your neck to take a deep inhale.

After a cozy dinner by the fire, and perhaps a few too many glasses of wine, you had been completely down for the count and just like that first night you spent in their home, Satoru was more than happy to carry you up to bed, with Suguru eagerly trailing behind him with a bottle of water and some medicine, just in case you woke up with a headache.

“She really is.” Suguru agreed, and stepped up to stand beside him so he could lightly drag his fingers through your hair, all the while, he couldn't stop imagining how good it was going to feel to tangle it in his fist while you sucked him off with that sweet little mouth of yours. “And just imagine how much cuter she'll look once she's naked and snuggled up between us in this bed.”

Even if you were passed out and had a good amount of alcohol in your system, he knew it was risky for them to be discussing this while you were within earshot, but he just couldn't help himself. After months of pining and waiting, they were so close to finally making you aware that you belonged to them, so close to having everything they’d been dreaming of since the moment they first laid eyes on you in that dinghy old storage room, and it was getting harder and harder for him to hold himself back.

His self restraint when it came to you was usually very good, but ever since making the decision to go on this trip, he found himself wavering more and more, and there were so many times in the last few weeks where all he wanted was to grab you up in his arms and kiss you. Not the affectionate little pecks on the cheek that he and, mostly Satoru, were so prone to bestowing upon you, but a true kiss, one that would involve your lips and tongue, one that would steal the breath from your lungs and leave you panting with need and desire for them. He wanted to discover all your sensitive spots, every one his lips could find and use them to turn you into a squirming little mess of sexual frustration, to give you a hefty taste of what you had unknowingly been putting him and Satoru through for the last five fucking torturous months.

“I've been thinking that we should tell her on Christmas Eve.”

Satoru pulled him out of his own thoughts with his sudden suggestion and it took him a moment to fully process the words as he tried to think past the ache between his legs.

“We can do all the usual cute sappy shit, like baking Christmas cookies together, putting on music and decorating the tree and living room, we can even wear matching pajamas and drink spiked eggnog around the fire.” Each whispered idea made the Gojo heir’s grin widen further and left his eyes practically glowing in the dim light of the room. “And to finish off the night on a perfect note, we’ll tell her exactly how we feel before unwrapping her like the literal gift she is.”

Suguru couldn't help but admire his boyfriend's attention to detail as he closed his eyes and imagined it all in exquisite detail.

“I think that's a wonderful idea.” He said, only to groan low and deep when Satoru leaned forward to nuzzle his face against his straining cock, still hidden behind the fabric of his sleeping pants, but before he could chastise the little shit for taking such a risk, he quickly pulled away and smiled up at him with the face of an angel, as if he wasn't doing everything possible to push his already strained buttons.

“I'm going to make make you pay for that before the night is over, you fucking brat.” He promised in a low whisper, and wrapped one large hand around the slim column of Satoru��s beautifully pale throat, squeezing just hard enough to get his point across as he watched his blue eyes roll back in pleasure. “But since you planned out everything for this trip so spectacularly, I'll give you a choice as a reward.” He squeezed a bit harder for emphasis, silently daring him to just try and act out, and only loosened his hold when he was given a nod of understanding.

“Good boy.” He said, making sure to keep his voice whisper soft so as not to wake or disturb your slumber. “Now, you can either keep as quiet as possible and let me suck your cock here and now, and then go back to our room and let me fuck you stupid.” He grinned when Satoru’s blue eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he glanced over at your still sleeping body and started to pant like a dog in heat. “Or, we can go back to our room immediately and you can let me test out that new vibrating cockring I bought for you to wear, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum after a while.” He squeezed his throat again for good measure, just to get his point firmly across.

Satoru couldn't deny that the thought of being right next to you while Suguru worked him over with his mouth was a tempting offer, but…

“Babe, as inclined as I am to take you up on that first option, I don't trust myself not to do something reckless if she's within arms reach, and besides, we both know how vocal I can get when you suck me off.”

Suguru only responded by giving him a nasty smile and then, much to Satoru’s confusion, turned and walked away from him towards a corner of the room, the one that held the clothes hamper and as he silently watched him rummage through it for a moment, he immediately realized exactly what his boyfriend had in mind before he even made it back over to him, and the thought already had his mouth watering with anticipation.

Suguru grinned and held up a single pair of blue panties for him to view and twirled them around his index finger.

“You do have the tendency of getting very loud, so even if we aren't staying in here with our girl, I’m still gonna need a way to keep your screams from waking her up.”

Okay, so I know this wasn't the big chapter everyone was probably hoping it was, but I really felt like we needed at least one more build-up chapter to set this little vacation of theirs into full motion, so I hope that makes sense for the pacing of this story and that you all still enjoy it, lol

As for the schedule for the next chapter, as many longtime readers of mine might be aware already, full smut chapters (which is what this next one will be) are very annoying and stressful for me to write, so it's probably going to take me some extra time to get it ready for you guys, so please be patient with me and don't repeatedly ask me for news/updates, it will come in time, I swear.

I also have some time consuming IRL obligations that are going to be taking up the rest of the month, and while I will try to write as much as I can when time allows it, I might not get started on it until early May,

Thanks for all your support, and please don't hesitate to share your thoughts with me!

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!

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talpup · 25 days

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I can't wait to read this!

Like Hoarded Gold (Part 6) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 5 TBC in Part 7

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, dirty thoughts, gaslighting, voyeurism, 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.

Suguru couldn't help but wonder what horrible atrocities he had committed in his previous life to have been saddled with the kind of torture he was currently experiencing, because whatever they had been, surely it wasn't enough to have warranted this.

This, being you, standing in front of the open refrigerator, wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel as your face contorted with a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

Having woken up in the middle of the night, he’d decided to go downstairs for a bottle of water before attempting to go back to sleep, only to be halted by the jaw dropping sight of you, bent over and rummaging through the fridge with only a small towel to act as a meager form of coverage.

His mouth instantly watered and his whole body trembled as he took in all the new patches of skin, the dips and curves he'd never seen before, the way he swore he could see the barest glimpse of your ass and pussy as you leaned further down into the fridge and its dim light. All of it was almost too much for him to handle, and he knew that if he couldn't get you to go back to your room within the next few minutes, his resolve was officially going to break. He would drag you upstairs with him, straight to Satoru, and they'd make sure that you wouldn't be getting out of their bed for a good long while.

Not trusting himself to speak in a clear voice right off the bat, he instead cleared his throat with a quiet cough and shifted his body to, hopefully, hide his now prominent erection. He thanked his lucky stars he’d had the foresight to throw on a pair of sleeping pants instead of coming straight down in his boxers, or nothing at all, because then it would have been impossible for you not to notice how much his dick was straining behind the material.

The second the sound hit your ears, you practically jumped out of your skin and let out a high pitched yelp that made his cock throb as he imagined you making that same noise while he bottomed out inside of your tight wet heat for the first time.

“S-Suguru?”

He saw that the shock almost made you lose your hold on the towel, which would have sent it fluttering to the floor, and he couldn't decide whether or not he was completely okay that it hadn't. He most definitely would appreciate the extra spank bank material, but his self control was already hanging by an ever weakening thread, and seeing you like that, no matter how tantalizing it may be, would only make it that much more difficult to keep himself in check.

“Guess we were both feeling a bit thirsty?” You said, perhaps a tad bit lamely as you slowly began inching your way around him and towards your room.

Oh, he was thirsty for something alright, but it sure as fuck wasn't for water, or anything else that might be in the fridge, but of course he didn't say that out loud, not even as every instinct he had started screaming at him to grab you and plop you down onto the kitchen counter to have you as his midnight snack.

Instead, he responded in a way he knew would help to put you at ease.

“You don't have to look so nervous, Angel.” He said, even though he really loved watching the way you squirmed and pulled the towel a little tighter around your body, it also didn't hurt that the action pushed those perfect tits of yours together and up a little higher. “We're both mature adults here, and now that you're living with us permanently, I can tell you with absolute certainty that you’ll likely be in my shoes at some point in the near future, so try not to get too bent out of shape over it.” He hoped you wouldn't be able to tell how strained his tone and smile were as he took slow and careful steps to the side while making his way over to the fridge. “Satoru has a shameless habit of sometimes going for midnight skinny dips in the pool or jacuzzi, so it's an inevitability that you’ll eventually end up catching a glimpse or two of that.” He went on, trying his best to ease your discomfort, and was rewarded when he saw your shoulders slump slightly with relief.

You were still put off by this awkward encounter, but Suguru's words did make you feel a tad bit better.

You’d had a headache earlier and had used the sauna feature in your bathroom to try and ease the tension and help you relax. It had definitely helped, and after taking a quick shower to rinse away the sweat and cool down, you had realized how parched you were, and since it was already so late in the evening and both Satoru and Suguru had already gone to bed, you'd deemed it safe enough to forgo clothes, or even a robe, while you quickly raced out to grab a bottle of water.

And then this happened…

Your current unease didn't stem from a fear that either of them would try to take advantage of you, they were gay and so intensely in love with one another that the thought never really even crossed your mind, but you were concerned that this moment would lead to one or both of them accusing you of overstepping your place in their home.

You had been consistently living with them for nearly two months now and things had so far been easy and peaceful as the three of you cohabitated, but while you did enjoy living with them, you had never really allowed yourself to think of this place, their home, as your home. You were just a guest here and on the off chance that they would one day want you gone, you didn't want to get too comfortable with this arrangement and be left floundering like you did with your parents. Especially since you still had yet to find a job and had been needing to rely on the boys for more and more financial help as the amount in your bank account got smaller and smaller.

“I see.” You said, and swiftly averted your gaze away from the jaw dropping visual of his immaculately sculpted body.

It wasn't the first time you had seen either of the beautiful men shirtless, with both of them sporting the same tall stature and the same toned and massive frames full of ripped muscles, but whereas Satoru was just a bit more on the leaner side with an Olympic athletes build, Suguru was nothing but a wall of thick and imposing muscle. With broad shoulders, thick biceps and forearms with bulging veins, pectoral muscles that might actually be bigger than your own, and a fucking six pack for days; he was the living embodiment of a fucking wet dream and you always tried your best to avoid looking at either of them for too long, otherwise, you feared your thoughts would turn towards less platonic avenues and that was the absolute last thing you needed at the moment.

“Well…” You shuffled your feet, trying to find the best way to leave that wouldn't make this any more awkward than it already was. “Thanks for not making a big deal out of this, and please don't tell Satoru about it. You know he'll never let me live it down if you do.”

Suguru's smile and light chuckle were gentle and sympathetic, but had the lighting been better, you might have caught the devious glint in their amethyst depths as he thought of how jealous Satoru was going to be when he learned about this little encounter.

He only wished he could take a picture to help make it up to him.

“Don't worry, Sweetheart, my lips are sealed.” He lied through his teeth and opened the fridge door to hide the way his hand subtly shifted to squeeze his absolutely throbbing erection. “Now go put some clothes on and get into bed before you catch a cold or something.”

Your answering smile was so shy and tentative, but with a genuineness that made his heart swell with so much affection that he nearly dropped his ‘just a friend’ facade. He wanted to grab you by the back of your sweet looking thighs and hoist you up, to pull you into a deep kiss and feel your greedy fingers tangle in his hair and your legs wrap tight around his waist while you pressed that soaked pussy against his abdomen. He wanted to carry you up the stairs and straight to Satoru, to sandwich you between them and make you scream their names for the rest of the night while they made love to you.

“Thanks, Suguru.” You said, still a bit sheepish, but far more relaxed then you had been when he first came down. “Have a good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Angel.” He said, and watched as you turned and scurried off back to your room.

He waited an agonizing thirty seconds after he heard the door click shut, just to make sure you weren't going to come back out and find him standing there with his hand down his pants, stroking his cock like some sort of sick pervert, but once he was sure that you were going to remain in your room for the rest of the night, he found himself racing back up the stairs as quietly as he could carry himself.

Satoru was still still asleep on his stomach when he entered the room and he had never been more grateful in his entire life for the fact that his white haired partner slept naked most nights, even on the rare nights where they didn't have sex.

“Wake up, baby.” He practically whined, laying reverent kisses down the beautiful column of Satoru’s spine. “I need you so fucking bad right now.”

Satoru was a light sleeper and was almost immediately awake and ready to go the moment he realized why Suguru had woken him up.

“Not that I'm complaining or anything, but what's got you so hot and bothered like this?” He teased, his voice still thick with sleep as he slid himself onto his knees, arched his back, and lifted his ass to give him better access while Suguru grabbed a small bottle of lube from the nightstand to get them both ready.

Rather than responding intelligently, Suguru only groaned your name as he slid his lubed up cock balls deep inside of Satoru with only a handful of shallow thrusts.

Satoru gasped and saw white for a moment as he was forced to quickly adjust to his boyfriend's ridiculous size and the intense force of his thrusting hips. No matter how many times they did this, the first few seconds of it always left him reeling, and while Suguru was normally considerate enough to give him a few moments to properly get used to it, sometimes, like right now, he was too far gone to bother. And over the roaring in his ears and the pleasure zinging throughout his body, he distinctly heard the sound of your name being chanted like a prayer up above him.

“Went downstairs.” He groaned and threw back his head, his dark hair cascading down his back like a waterfall as he gripped Satoru’s hips with bruising force. “And she was-was prancing around the kitchen in only a tiny fucking t-towel.”

His cock throbbed painfully as Suguru's words conjured up an image of the three of you together in the shower, with one of them standing at your back to grope and pinch those perky breasts they'd been fantasizing about for months, while the other knelt before you to worship your cunt with his lips and tongue.

“D-Don't be such a tease, Su-Suguru.” He whined pathetically, desperately wanting to reach between his own legs to stroke his cock, but he knew better than to do so when his love was in a mood like this. “Was she a-as shy as usual, o-or did she act like a total tsu-tsundare?” The pleasure was going to his head and he couldn't keep his voice from cracking on almost every other word. Especially not when he imagined you underneath him, letting him fuck you while Suguru continued plowing into him from behind.

Instead of responding the way he wanted him to, Suguru only smirked and grabbed him by the back of his neck before shoving his face down into the pillow as he continued to thrust into him with wild abandon.

“If-If you keep m-moaning for me like a g-good little fucktoy, I'll tell you everything when we're f-finished.”

Satoru's eyes rolled back into his head and he smiled, moaning loudly at the rough treatment as he pushed his hips back to start meeting each one of Suguru's harsh thrusts.

It was unlikely they were going to get any more sleep for the night, but neither of them cared all that much, not when they had you to think and fantasize about, but after an incident like this, there was realistically only so much a fantasy of you could do to help tide them over.

They desperately needed the real thing, and neither of them were certain of how much longer they could stand allowing you to remain oblivious to their want and need for you.

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The next incident actually came only a few days later when Satoru came home from a meeting with his family's private lawyer, only to find you taking the most adorable little cat nap on the sectional in the living room.

It wasn't like he and Suguru hadn't caught you in such a position before, since you sometimes passed out while watching whatever movie or streaming series had most recently caught your attention, but what made this time so different, was the fact that the pretty dress you were wearing had ridden up and he was currently being treated to the glorious sight of your bare thighs and your ass clad in a pair of frilly black panties.

Every hormone in his body was screaming at him to whip out his cock, spank you until you were awake, slide your panties to the side, and shove himself balls deep inside that tight little cunt of yours, but he settled instead for snapping a few pics to save for later and send to Suguru.

He sent the picture and captioned it with;

Satoru: I know she's not doing this on purpose, but fucking hell, she's such a little cock-tease.

It took less than a minute for Suguru to respond, and reading the words made him smile like a fiend.

Suguru: Just think of all the fun and delicious ways we’ll be punishing her for it once we have her in our bed. She's not going to be able to walk a straight line ever again if I have anything to say about it.

Satoru: Don't go getting jealous on me now, but I think her ass might actually be even prettier than yours, babe.

Suguru: It’ll look even prettier once our cum is dripping out of that tight little hole.

Satoru nearly moaned at the mental image his boyfriend's text instilled in his brain, but for fear of waking you up from your peaceful sleep, he bit his tongue and held it in.

Satoru: How much longer, Suguru? All this waiting is really starting to drive me fucking crazy, and the last thing I want is to hurt her, but I am about two seconds away from dragging her upstairs and tying her to the bed.

He wasn't even sure why he was feeling so antsy over this honestly, because yes, he most definitely wanted you, but it wasn't like he had zero options for his sexual needs. Him and Suguru had always been incapable of keeping their hands off each other for very long, and now that they both wanted you so badly, they were having sex more often than ever before. And it wasn't as if either of them had never been with a woman before, he and Suguru hadn't met until their first year of high school and they'd both been having sex since they started middle school, so there wasn't some great novelty to the experience that either of them felt they were missing out on.

They just wanted you, plain and simple, and it pained him a bit to think that they alone weren't enough for each other anymore, but with every day and week that passed where they were unable to touch you and be with you in all the ways they wanted, that fact was becoming more and more blatantly obvious.

A soft buzzing sound pulled him from his morose thoughts and he looked down to see that Suguru was calling him.

Smiling brightly, he quickly draped your favorite fuzzy blanket over you and dropped a light kiss to your forehead before walking away and quietly answering the call upstairs.

“Hey there, gorgeous, what's up?”

The background noise told him that the other man was likely driving and that's why he had called to continue the conversation, rather than replying with another text.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. That last message was pretty intense.”

Satoru took a seat on the end of the bed and fell back against the plush surface with a sigh.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just horny and on edge.”

His boyfriend's answering chuckle was low and deep, and it sent his pulse racing.

“Would it help if I told you I was thinking that perhaps we could plan to tell her everything during winter break? I know it's only a few weeks away, but I thought that maybe we could plan a romantic getaway or something for the three of us to be alone together, just in case she's feeling… hesitant about everything.”

Satoru knew what that was code for, and it was something they had been discussing together for a while now.

They both knew that your feelings for them were, sadly, far from romantic at the moment, and they were also fully aware that you were likely going to be thrown entirely off balance by their confession, perhaps even a bit upset when you eventually learned what they truly felt for you and the lengths they had gone to be with you, and that was why they needed to set up a few extra precautions in case you needed time to come to terms with it all.

They would never physically hurt you, but they had waited long enough by this point, their patience was at its last wits end, and once they finally made you aware of their feelings, they had no intention of holding back any longer, even if it frightened you to some extent. It might take a while for you to come around and fully understand it, but you would eventually come to realize that everything they did for you was with your best interests in mind. They would give you all the love and support you could ever possibly need, they would remind you every day of how amazing and beautiful you were, and they would make sure you were always aware that no matter what you said or tried to do to them out of misplaced anger and fear, that they would never abandon you or let you go.

“We could always take her up to the cabin in Hokkaido.” Satoru said, his excitement already shining through the tone of his voice as the idea came to him. “It hasn't been used since before my parents died, but I’m pretty sure we still have a crew that goes up there once a month or so to clean and make sure everything is still in working order.”

“That sounds perfect!” Suguru agreed, and Satoru could hear the smile in his voice. “And if we leave a few days early, we could probably even be up there with enough time to decorate a tree and celebrate Christmas together.”

A beautiful log cabin up in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by untouched snow and dense forest, it was the perfect place to celebrate the holiday and confess their love for you, and with it being just the three of you around for miles and miles, they would have ample time and solitude to convince you that being with them was what was best for you.

“I’ll get a hold of Ijichi right away and tell him to start getting the place ready for at least a month's long stay, just in case we need to stay longer because of the weather or any other reason.” He said, and tabbed out the call to pull up his texts, his fingers flying over the keyboard to send out the message to his PA.

“That sounds like a good starting point.” Suguru replied on the other end of the line, sounding just as excited as his partner. “I’m almost home, so we'll talk more about it later tonight after she's gone to bed.”

“Alright, we'll see you in a bit then. Love you, babe!”

“I love you too, see you soon.”

Satoru ended the call with a wide smile on his face as he once more fell back against the mattress and let his mind wander towards thoughts of you and Suguru and how perfect life was going to be once they no longer had to pretend that they were just your friends. He just hoped and prayed that it wouldn't take long for you to see what they had known to be an indisputable fact from the very moment that they had first laid eyes on you.

That fact being that you now belonged to them as much as they belonged to you, that you would always belong to them and they would sooner lock you away from the rest of the world for the rest of your life, rather than ever let you leave them, and they wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt for it if it meant you were safe and in their care.

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“A cabin?”

You were loading up the dishwasher after dinner when Satoru told you of their plans for winter break and how they wanted you to go with them.

“Yeah, my parents had it custom built a few years before they passed away.” He said as he helped you do the dishes while Suguru whipped down the stove and countertops. “I haven't been up there since before graduating high school, but we were thinking it could be a nice place to spend the break and get out of the city for a while.”

You had to admit, Satoru painted a pretty picture with the offer and it did sound really nice, but…

“Are you sure you want me tagging along though?” You hesitantly asked. “Wouldn't you prefer to go by yourselves and use it as a romantic getaway for just the two of you? You haven't had any real time for yourselves since before you met me and I don't want to get in the way of your quality time together.”

The two men shared an exasperated look, one you now knew meant they had been hoping you would just agree to their offer without question, but you couldn't do that, not without double checking at least once that they were certain about having you tag along.

“We promise you, Angel, we wouldn't have suggested it if we weren't sure we wanted you with us.” Suguru said gently as he moved to wash his hands at the sink.

“Yeah!” Satoru nodded in agreement and leaned down to kiss your cheek. “It would be pointless for us to go without you, and the trip wouldn't be nearly as much fun if you weren't with us.”

No matter how many times it happened, you always felt your heart swell to bursting at all the positive reinforcement the two men were constantly so ready to heap upon you. It wasn't something you were used to and it still baffled you as to why they thought you were so amazing and wonderful when you hadn't done anything of value or any real importance to have warranted it in the first place.

But you were steadily beginning to realize that the two of them were not the type of people who did things they didn't want to do, nor were they the type to say things they didn't actually mean, so as much as it made your anxiety and stress flare up, you just had to accept them for who and how they were.

“Well… since you're insisting on this so much, I-I guess it couldn't hurt to tag along and-”

Satoru had his arms thrown around you before the words had even fully left your mouth and he let out a whoop of joy as you heard Suguru laugh softly from your other side as he took your hand and squeezed it.

“Trust us, Lollipop, you won't regret it. This is going to be an unforgettable trip for all of us.” He exclaimed, and peppered the side of your face with his usual playful kisses.

And even Suguru, who wasn't usually as overly affectionate as his blue eyed counterpart, leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Just let us handle everything and we promise you it'll all be worth it, Sweetheart.”

I hope you all enjoy this one!

The month of April is going to be pretty hectic for me and I don't know when the next one after this will be finished. It's honestly not a very long chapter or even all that exciting, it's pretty much just filler to help build up the tension in preparation for the big moment I know you all are waiting for, but it should hopefully help to tide everyone over until the next one.

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Can't wait to read this!!!

Like Hoarded Gold (Part 5) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 4 TBC in Part 6

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, dirty thoughts, gaslighting, 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.

1 Month Later

“Thanks, Ijichi.” Satoru said into the phone as he exited off the elevator that also acted as the front door to the penthouse and kicked off his shoes before hanging his coat on one of the hooks along the wall. November temperatures weren't all that terrible in Tokyo, but the wind was still bitter enough that he needed one to help ward off the chill. “I just got home, so go ahead and tell them to head on over and start bringing everything up.”

“Yes, Sir.” His PA replied. “Would you like me to supervise the process, or are you and Getou-san going to do it yourself?”

Satoru thought about it for a minute, wondering if maybe it would be a good idea for him and Suguru to take you out for an hour or two to get some lunch or something, but knowing you and your adorable little worker-bee mentality, you’d likely insist on getting started right away once everything was brought up.

“Nah, I think it should be fine with just the three of us here to handle everything.” He said, and waved excitedly to Suguru who he saw standing by the fridge with a bottle of water in hand and dressed in his usual workout clothes, which consisted of nothing more than black basketball shorts and his favorite sneakers, which also meant he'd probably just finished up his morning routine in their home gym. “You must be feeling pretty jet lagged, so take the next few days off and I'll call you if anything else comes up.”

“Very well, thank you, Sir.”

“No problem, have a good day.” He said absently, and quickly hung up the phone before approaching the delicious sight standing before him.

Suguru post workout was always a thing of utter beauty, with his thick black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a thin sheen of sweat coating his smooth skin, making all his impressive muscles gleam in the light of the early afternoon sun. And fuck, the way his shorts hung so low on his hips that Satoru could see, not just the prominent v-shape, but also the thin trail of dark hair that led straight down to the sinfully thick cock his mouth was now positively watering for. It was honestly a true testament of his willpower that he wasn't already on his knees before him, taking him into his mouth and sucking him down like a piece of his favorite candy.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” He purred in appreciation and grabbed his lover by the waist to pull him in for a long kiss, completely uncaring for the sweat stains that would now mar his pristine white button-up. “How has your day been so far?”

Suguru smiled and lowered his hands to grab and squeeze Satoru’s firm ass. “Pretty good, but better now that you're home with us.” He replied, and groaned when he felt teeth grazing the column of his neck. “I take it Ijichi is back from running his errand?”

Satoru nodded and reluctantly pulled back to put space between them before things got too out of hand. As much as he wanted to bend Suguru over the kitchen table and make you watch, he knew that you would likely get incredibly embarrassed and start avoiding them if you walked in on them doing something like that. And while it would be cute at first, and he would certainly enjoy teasing you about it, he knew you well enough now to know that it would drag on for far too long and ruin all the progress they had made with you so far.

“Yeah, he told me the movers will be here soon, so one of us should go and tell (Y/N).” He said, tossing his keys and sunglasses onto the marble countertop. “She is home, right?”

He knew the chances of you going anywhere without one of them on a class free day were slim to none, but even so, just the thought of you going out into the city by yourself for any reason was always enough to make his palms sweat and his stomach tighten itself into anxious knots.

Thankfully though, Suguru was quick to end his needless worry.

“She got turned down for another job she had applied for and was feeling pretty upset over it, so she's been holed up in her room all day.” He grinned and took a swig of his water before continuing on, this time in a much lower tone of voice. “You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Satoru just grinned right back at him with mischievous delight.

“Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I allowed our girl to work some shitty minimum wage waitressing job?” He confessed, carelessly shrugging his shoulders. “Actually, scratch that; because I have no intention of letting her work at all, no matter the position. There's no point, not when we can easily provide her with everything she’ll ever want or need.”

He really didn't see the point in letting you run yourself ragged working a shit job, for shit pay, and even shittier people, not when he and Suguru were already loaded, and about to come into a whole lot more once he graduated and officially gained his full inheritance. And since he and Suguru weren't too keen on the idea of you finding a part-time job, they also weren't even sure if they wanted to let you finish college at this point, all it was doing was needlessly stressing you out and distracting you from time that could be better spent with the two of them. But, at the same time, they both knew it would absolutely crush you to have to give your schooling up, especially with how hard you were working for it, so that was a subject that was still up for debate between them.

“Be careful with this, Satoru.” Suguru said cautiously, glancing over his shoulder in the direction of your room to make sure you weren't about to walk out and overhear something you shouldn't. “All it would take is one person calling her back and telling her that someone tried to intentionally sabotage her chances of getting the job, and then she'd be on high alert, possibly even around us.”

Suguru knew that Satoru had been either heavily bribing/blackmailing the places you applied to, or convincing them that you were ill-fit to work in their establishments, and he had been more than happy to assist him in this endeavor when needed, but they still had to be careful about it. The last thing they needed was for you to find out and get suspicious, especially when he felt they were so close to convincing you that getting a job right now (or ever) was pointless and that they were more than willing and able to take care of all your expenses.

It had taken the first two weeks of you living with them for him and Satoru to finally convince you to stop trying to grab the cheapest brands for yourself every time you all went to the store together, but it was taking significantly longer to convince you that it would be a good idea to get your name put on their joint bank account and a card in your name. You were even resistant to the idea of carrying one of their cards on you, just in case of emergencies or if neither of them was with you, which wasn't very often anymore, but it still happened on rare occasions.

“I know that, it's why I've been having a middleman handle it all for me.” He stated proudly, like Suguru didn't already know about it.

“As long as you're being cautious, that's all that matters to me.” Suguru smiled and kissed his cheek affectionately. “I’m going to go take a quick shower and change clothes, so you can let her know the movers will be here soon.” He said, and then left to go upstairs.

After answering a few emails and messages, and with nothing else to do, Satoru eagerly made his way to your door and gave it a light knock before entering.

He spotted you seated on the sectional and folding some laundry when he walked in, but your pretty face immediately brightened upon looking up and seeing him.

“Hey! Welcome home!” You said cheerfully, and immediately stopped what you were doing to give him your full attention. “How has your day been?”

He felt his heart nearly melt at the sight of you behaving so well and the sound of your voice greeting him like a proper little housewife, because it simultaneously made him want to swing you up into his arms and shower your face with kisses, while also urging him to do some truly filthy things that made his mouth water just thinking about them.

“So far, so good. I was just out and about running some errands.” He responded, smiling broadly and walked into the room to drop a kiss to the top of your head before taking a seat next to you on the sofa. “Suguru told me how you didn't get the job.” He said, his tone gentle and sympathetic, even though he was grinning fiendishly on the inside. “I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m sure you'll find one here soon, it's just taking a little extra time.”

You heaved a heavy sigh and wrung your hands, wrinkling the shirt you’d been in the process of folding, and were it not for the fact that he knew what he and Suguru were secretly doing was best for you, he might have felt just a bit more guilty for the downtrodden expression on your perfect face.

“I just don't understand what I’m doing wrong here, Satoru.” You quietly lamented, more to yourself than to him. “This is probably the fifteenth place that's turned me down! They even had me come in for a follow up interview two days ago, only to tell me today that they've decided not to hire anyone at all.”

You were practically vibrating with anger and frustration at this point, and Satoru couldn't help but find it to be so fucking hot, especially when he caught sight of the way your eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

He wanted to see them trail down your cute cheeks, to pull you into his lap and have you ride his cock, to make your eyes wet and watery for a completely different reason. He’d gladly let you take your frustrations out on him; let you use him as your own personal fuck-toy, let you claw up his chest and back to your hearts content. Hell, he'd even buy you a strap-on and let you peg him if that's what it would take to make you feel better.

But, since none of those were doable options at the moment, he instead had to settle for trying to pacify you in other ways.

“Ya know, I really don't want to make it seem like this is a good thing or something, because I completely understand why you want your own money and independence…” He started off gently, while also blatantly lying through his perfect teeth. “But maybe this is a sign for you to take a break from job-hunting and just focus on other things for now.” He squeezed your hand and gave you a soft smile. “I think this might be the universe's way of telling you to sit back and let us take care of you for a while.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, immediately opening your mouth to try and refuse, but he cut you off before you could make a sound.

“Nope.” He said, his voice unusually stern. “I'm putting my foot down on it this time, Lollipop, and Suguru will agree with me on this one.

“But-”

Satoru silenced you with a single hard look and pressed his thumb to your lips as he cupped your face in his hand and made you look him in the eye, wishing more than anything that he could pry your mouth open and make you suck on it.

“We're doing this because we want to, because we love you.” He said, softening his tone and expression, because the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like he was upset with you. “You have had enough on your plate to deal with here lately, so please, let us take at least some of the burden off of your shoulders.”

The tears were falling now as your body slumped with defeat and Satoru was more than happy to pull you into his lap and cuddle you close.

“We got you.” He whispered softly, kissing your forehead and squeezing his arms around you in a tight embrace as he rocked you back and forth ever so slightly. “We're never gonna leave you alone, never gonna let you run yourself into the ground trying to stay afloat. You're stuck with us for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not.”

And he really couldn't imagine why you wouldn't.

He knew you just thought he was being a good friend right now, that when he and Suguru professed their unconditional love for you and showered you with affection, that you thought they meant it in a strictly platonic way, but he couldn't help but wonder how it was possible for you to have spent all this time with them these last four months without picking up on how they always looked at you the same way they looked at each other. Aside from Shoko, who they knew would rather die than ever accept their help, be it financial or emotional, there wasn't anyone else they would go this far for. And even if there was, it certainly wouldn't be someone who was ‘just a friend’ that they had known for less than six months.

Was your confidence and self worth really so low that you were unable to even imagine a scenario in which they would want you? Or were you just so stressed from everything going on in your life that it was preventing you from seeing what both of them thought was so blatantly obvious?

Either way, it needed to be nipped in the bud before one, or both of them, snapped and did something that, while they may not regret it, would certainly make gaining your willingness far harder than it needed to be.

“The two of you have already done so much for me.” You whispered, burying your face in the warmth of his neck and Satoru nearly purred in delight at the sweet little gesture of reciprocation. “How in good conscience could I ever ask you for more?”

“Because you're not asking, we're offering.”

Both of you jumped slightly as Suguru’s voice suddenly came from the doorway, startling you into awareness and Satoru frowned as you immediately tried to separate from him, but he refused to let you go just yet, not until he had your word that you'd “temporarily” give up this ridiculous idea you had about finding a job.

Suguru came fully into the room, his hair still damp from his shower and, rather than taking a seat beside the two of you on the couch, he instead kneeled on the floor in front of you and took your hands in his, smiling gently as he traced your knuckles with his thumbs.

“As much as it pains me to admit it, Angel, this dumbass is actually correct for once.”

The mood instantly lightened and the three of you smiled at that, even as Satoru gave an indignant and playful, “Rude!”.

Suguru rolled his eyes, but smiled softly before he went on speaking.

“If you really want to pay us back for everything, then just take a break for a few weeks and focus on yourself, at least until after this semester is done and over with.” He urged, his voice pleading with you to give into yet another one of their outrageous demands, even though he knew you were completely unaware that's what it actually was. Not a question, but an order, one made using the gentlest of words and tone. “Your mental health is all we care about right now, so let us handle things for you for a while, so you can focus on your studies and relax a bit. Please?”

You were finding it difficult to look him in the eye as you looked down and bit your bottom lip between your teeth, but unlike Satoru, Suguru didn't take you by the chin to make you meet his gaze. He found it to be incredibly endearing, how meek and docile you were whenever he and Satoru were caging you between them and crowding up your personal space, it was a trait he hoped you'd never get over.

And, it just so happened to be one of your biggest tells, one that told him exactly what your answer would be before you even said the words out loud.

“I-I suppose… if it'll make you both feel better-”

“Fucking finally!” Satoru loudly interrupted you, and pressed his cheek against your own, his handsome face split into a wide and beaming smile, only for him to cringe and yelp a moment later when you pinched his outer thigh in retaliation. “Ow! That hurt!”

“If you keep being so obnoxious, I might just have to rethink my decision.” You said in mock seriousness, even as the grin on your own face gave away your lack of conviction on the matter.

Suguru felt his heart swell with joy and he smiled as he watched you and Satoru bicker back and forth, a far cry from how introverted you had been when they first met you. As much as he liked it when you got all shy and nervous with them sometimes, he loved this open side of you even more, and he now understood what you meant that first time you’d had dinner with them here in the apartment, when you had smiled and gushed about how perfect he and Satoru were for each other. Because seeing the way you fired back at the Gojo heir, the way you were going toe to toe with him in a battle of bratty snark and comebacks, it was enough to make his head spin and his nose bleed.

It was just one of many such moments he hoped to see more of throughout every day, for the rest of his life.

But then, a loud buzzing sound filled the entire apartment, pulling the three of you from the intimate little bubble you all were in and alerting you to the presence of someone in the building's lobby requesting to be allowed up.

“Whoops!” Satoru cheerfully exclaimed and gently removed you from his lap as they both stood back up to their full heights. “I got distracted and completely forgot about the movers.”

You blinked, confusion written all over your face as you looked between the two of them.

“Movers?”

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When you first agreed to move into the penthouse, Satoru had taken it upon himself to use his family's influence with the school to get you out of the off campus housing without issue, so that your now prior apartment could go to someone else who was next on the list.

That in and of itself hadn't been too surprising, especially since you had grown rather accustomed to the way he liked to throw his money and family name around to get his way in certain situations, but when he and Suguru had finally gotten the opportunity to see inside your cramped and bare-bones apartment for the first and only time on the day they showed up to help you pack up the last of your things, it apparently hadn't struck them just how little you actually owned. What had surprised you though, was when they offered to have someone fly to your hometown and make the necessary arrangements to have your belongings from the storage unit shipped to Japan.

Because of everything going on, the prospect of something like that had never even occurred to you before that moment, mostly because it would have cost you a small fortune that you didn't have, and there would have been nowhere for you to put it all in your small living space. But, as the two men had very gently pointed out, there was no telling when you would be going back now that you had no one and nowhere to go back to, not to mention the fact that it was only paid off for another three months and you still had no job to keep up on the monthly payments. Your new roommates had said they were more than happy to cover the cost on your behalf so you could put what little money you had towards other things, but eventually, after a long evening of deliberation between the three of you, it was decided, much to your growing guilt and shame, that it would be best for you to have all your belongings with you in your new home.

It had been a hard decision to make, because it essentially meant severing your last tangible connection to home, but in the end, the boys had done a fine job of convincing you that it was the more practical option of the two, especially now that you had the living space to go through everything and organize it all.

The thing that had actually proven to be the hardest part of it all though, had been calling home and explaining the situation to the owner of the storage units.

He had been an acquaintance of your parents for years, and when you called him up to tell him of your decision, that someone would be flying in to handle the arrangements for you, he had been livid. Not at you, but at the sheer audacity of your parents and their utter selfishness, because apparently, they hadn't been shy when it came to openly discussing their decision to cut you out of their life. He had ranted and raved for nearly ten minutes, cursing your parents to hell and back, much to the boys’ amusement, and demanding to know if you were truly alright and if you were going to be okay. He had even offered to let you maintain use of the unit until you could go back or find a job and start paying the fee yourself, he wouldn't even charge you any back pay for it, but the choice had already been made by that point and you felt it was too late to back out of it.

And besides, you had to admit that Satoru and Suguru made a good point; it would be comforting to have all your things here with you, rather than trying to get by on just the bare minimum of essentials and personal items.

And so now, here you were…

It had taken a little more than an hour for everything to be unloaded from the truck and brought up into your room, a little more than an hour and you were left staring at all your worldly possessions, everything you had thus far accumulated in your short twenty years of life, or rather, everything your mother and father had seen fit to leave you with.

There were at least five large totes and a plethora of boxes in varying shapes and sizes, but it was still hard to believe that this was all you had left of your life back home. You weren't even sure what all your parents had seen fit to pack up, or what they might have deemed as worthless junk and chosen to throw out. It seemed like there was more packed up than what had just been in your room, but there was really no telling what was in each box until you looked at the labels or opened them.

“Ijichi speaks fluent English and said that he and the owner of the storage unit made sure that everything was properly organized and repacked before being shipped out, so finding everything should go fairly smoothly once we get started on it.” Suguru said, his tone smooth and gentle as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders for comfort while Satoru finished signing the papers and saw the team of movers out.

He must have sensed how difficult this was proving to be for you.

“We don't have to do this right now, Angel.” He went on. “It can wait and be put on hold for as long as you want.”

You knew he was right, but your curiosity was too strong at this point. Even if it hurt, even if it reopened the wounds that had only just barely begun to heal, thanks to the two men you now called friends (family?), you needed to find out what was in those boxes, to see what they had left you with in the end.

But before you could tell him that, Satoru came waltzing back into the room with a big grin on his face.

“Now that that's all taken care of, where would you like us to start on all of this, Cupcake?” He asked, his attitude jovial, but rather than it being off putting because of your mood, you knew it was simply his way of trying to lighten the mood and help take your mind off the more depressing aspects of the situation.

But truthfully, as much as you appreciated both their efforts…

“A-Actually, you guys, I… I think this is something I need to do by myself.”

Both of them looked at you with perplexed expressions bordering somewhere between confused and concerned as they silently blinked at you in response, before turning and giving each other a similar look that told you they were doing their silent communication thing with one another. Then there was a total of maybe five seconds of silence before the two of them opened their mouths to try and bully you into changing your mind, opting for a mix of concerned gaslighting and playful teasing, though you still remained incredibly obtuse and unaware of just how manipulative their tactics truly were.

“Come on, Lollipop, this is way too much for you to handle on your own.” Satoru whined, and gestured to the piles of unpacked boxes. “Or are you worried we'll find something embarrassing to tease you about?”

“Did we do or say something to upset you, Sweetheart?” Suguru asked, his face pinched with worry and concern.

You frantically shook your head in denial, trying to find the right words to explain your reasoning to them without hurting their feelings.

“No! It's nothing like that! Neither of you have upset me and I really appreciate you wanting to help me.” You told them quickly. “But I’m feeling really emotional right now… and I just want some time to silently process all of this and go through it on my own.”

Satoru took a step forward, his own face a mask of worry and concern to match his partner’s.

“But that's-”

But Suguru's voice was quick to cut him off mid argument.

“Don't worry, we understand, Angel.” And then he turned his gaze to meet the blue eyes of the bewildered man standing next to him. “Don't we, Satoru?” He said, putting a stern emphasis on the last part that told him to just go along with it or face the consequences.

Satoru knew that if Suguru was telling him to let it go, then he likely had a very valid reason for doing so, but that didn't mean he had to like it, because he had really been looking forward to this.

Helping you go through your belongings from before you met them was supposed to help the two of them learn more about you and get a better grasp on how to make your life here more comfortable and happy, but now, they weren't going to be able to do that. And what if you had another breakdown while going through it all? Seeing everything from your childhood and adolescence, all that memorabilia from your first home, it was all bound to bring back memories of your parents and would inevitably lead to making you sad again.

“Satoru?”

The sound of your sweet voice calling his name was like a siren song he could never hope to ignore, not that he ever wanted to, as he turned to face your soft and tender expression.

“I know you're worried about me, but I swear to you, I’m fine.” You said softly, still so oblivious to the truth behind his annoyance as you stepped forward to wrap your arms around him in a hug that instantly had him melting down into your embrace and wrapping his arms around you in return. “I promise that if it gets to be too much, either physically or emotionally, I will come out and take a break, and/or ask you both for help, but I really do need to tackle this process on my own. You understand that, right?”

You were looking up at him with so much expectation and trust in your big beautiful eyes, and no matter how disappointed he was that he wasn't going to get his way this time, he could never say no to you when you were looking at him like that and asking in that sugary voice that made his toes curl and his heart thunder loudly in his chest.

“Fine.” He groaned in defeat and squeezed you just a bit tighter. “But if you don't come out in at least two hours to take a snack break, then we're coming in to check on you and I'll drag you out if I have to.”

You laughed and grinned up at him before stretching onto the tips of your toes as far as you could to plant a friendly kiss on the underside of his jaw.

“Two hour intervals it is.”

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Once the two men had made it to the living room, which was far enough away from your shut door that they wouldn't run the risk of being overheard, Satoru couldn't help but lay into Suguru.

“What the hell was that back there, huh?” He hissed, but still kept his voice low enough so that it wouldn't potentially alert you to their spat. “We could have easily convinced her to change her mind, and you know it. So why the fuck didn't you have my back on this one?”

Suguru, who could already feel a headache coming on, rubbed at his temples and tried his best to explain himself as gently as he could. The last thing he wanted at the moment was for him and Satoru to have another unnecessary fight, so this time, he was taking painstaking measures to watch what he was saying.

“Because, like I've said so many times before now, if we push her too much so soon after we just made such a crucial step with her, then we might end up going backwards, rather than forwards.” He moved closer and cupped Satoru’s pale cheeks between his hands as he leaned forward to kiss his pouty lips. “I completely understand your frustration, you know I do, I wanted to argue with her about it just as badly as you did, but I think that she's right on this one, baby.”

“How?” He whispered, and reached up to grip his wrists.

Satoru closed his eyes and violently shook his head, but didn't try pulling away as he asked again in a weak whisper. “In what world is letting her deal with this on her own, a good thing?” He felt like there was an iron weight getting tossed around in his stomach. “She could hurt herself trying to lift or move something, or what if she has another breakdown and decides she doesn't want to worry us further and stays in there despite what she promised us. You know as well as I do how self sacrificing she can be, Suguru.”

Suguru didn't waste a second before wrapping his arms around him, trying to offer up whatever comfort he could.

It wasn't often that Satoru’s cheerfully flippant demeanor could be broken by anything, but just like with Suguru himself, you were one of the very few exceptions that could manage such a feat, and it said quite a lot about how much the white haired man truly loved and cherished you.

“Because this is a kind of closure for her.” He explained, and rubbed his knuckles up and down his tense spine. “She needs to do this on her own, as a way to officially say goodbye to her past, to those stupid monkeys who thought they had the right to call themselves her parents, to everything that came before us.” He kissed all over Satoru’s face with feather light softness and care. “This process will help her close the chapter on that part of her life, and once she's done that, we'll be another step closer to our happily ever after with her.”

Satoru patiently listened to every word his partner spoke, taking in each point he made and trying his best to see the logic behind it all.

He genuinely hadn't thought of it in the same way that Suguru had, and now he was feeling a bit ashamed of himself for how he previously reacted. He had only been thinking of how this project would impact you in the negative sense and how best he could shield you from it, and hadn't bothered considering all the ways in which it could potentially help you work through and heal from this trauma.

Leave it to Suguru, the reasonable one, to once again pull him back from his unhinged precipice and make him examine a moment from an entirely new perspective.

“Okay.” He took a deep breath in and let it out a few seconds later, already feeling better now that he had another angle of the situation to fixate his attention on. “I guess I hadn't really thought of it like that, and I suppose I can kinda see why you stepped in the way you did.”

Suguru smiled tenderly as relief flooded him as the two shared another long kiss, this one deeper and full of intense longing as they both imagined what it would feel like to have you safely squeezed between their two powerful bodies. And when they eventually broke away from each other, panting and just a little breathless, neither of them could deny that, while they undeniably felt more at ease after their calm discussion, it was still tinged with a hint of bittersweet melancholy.

What they were to you currently; friends, protestors, emotional support system, it simply just wasn't enough anymore, not that it ever was to begin with, but now it was nearly impossible to ignore.

They still wanted to be all those things for you, but the desperate want they felt to be more than that was quickly forming into an uncontrollable need, one that neither of them was convinced they would be able to keep at bay for much longer. Something needed to happen to help shift the dynamic between you and them, something to help make you aware of what they felt for you and get you to see how desperately they wanted to be more than just roommates and friends to you, otherwise they were going to snap.

But not right at that moment, this day needed to be as uncomplicated for you as possible, if for nothing else than the well-being of your mental health. They loved you too much to shatter your confidence like that, especially when they didn't want to have to resort to such measures unless it became absolutely necessary.

So long as you continued to behave like a good girl and allowed them to keep taking care of you, then they really had no reason to fret over it.

“I know it's still early, but tell you what,” Suguru said, his amethyst eyes hooded and dark with lustful desire. “How about you and I go upstairs and unwind a little bit, and then we'll come back down here to get started on cooking a nice dinner for our girl?”

Satoru's answering grin was positively savage and he didn't even stop to consider his response before he was dragging Suguru up the glass staircase and straight to their bed.

Alright, so this chapter came out quite a bit shorter than I had originally intended/promised, and part of me feels like it's mainly just filler, but I still felt it was necessary to highlight every milestone these men make towards achieving their end goal. Last time it was getting her to move in with them, and this time it was getting her to be more financially dependent on them.

Shit is gonna start hitting the fan in the next one though, so be prepared for the yandere scale to get cranked up to the max as we move forward.

Please enjoy, and as always, don't hesitate to share your thoughts with me!

#gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere jjk #minors dni #fellow writer love

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I am SO looking forward to reading this!!!

Like Hoarded Gold (Part 4) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 3 TBC in Part 5

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, dirty thoughts, gaslighting, 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.

3 Months Later

“You really should just move in already, Lollipop.”

The sudden statement nearly had you dropping the pot of boiling pasta you had been carrying over to the sink as you turned to face the culprit.

Satoru was seated on a stool at the breakfast bar, his head resting on the arms he had crossed on top of the marble surface and his lips turned down in the same frowning pout you had become all too familiar with since meeting him and Suguru three months ago.

“What are you babbling about?” You asked, though you had a feeling you knew exactly where this particular conversation was headed as you dumped out the perfectly cooked al dente pasta into the strainer. “Stop being so ridiculous.”

“I’m being completely serious.” He whined, his pout growing ever more pronounced as he sat up straighter.

Before you could retort, Suguru chimed in with his own, completely unhelpful, opinion on the matter from his spot at the dinner table where he was typing away at his laptop.

“It's not a bad idea, Angel.” He said, and looked over at you with the same beautiful smile that always sent a wave of butterflies fluffing in your stomach. “You're practically moved in already, so why not just make it permanent? You barely spend any time at your own place anymore, and a good amount of your stuff is already here with us, so it would be an easy transition.”

They weren't exactly wrong…

Since meeting them, the two men had quickly become a near permanent fixture in your everyday life.

Outside of the classes you didn't share with them, one or both of them was with you at almost every moment of the day. They drove you to and from school, to all your appointments, and helped you run your day to day errands, and even when they weren't physically at your side, which wasn't very often these days, they were constantly checking in on you via text and calls.

And because of their constant proximity, you’d been learning a great deal about them over the course of the last few months.

Like how Suguru wasn't even slightly joking about Satoru’s sweet tooth; especially once you watched the man eat an entire box of artisan chocolates in a single sitting, the kind that cost a month's worth of groceries and made your teeth hurt just looking at them.

And because of that, you had also very quickly learned that he wasn't the least bit shy about throwing around insane amounts of money, something of which he apparently had a lot.

The day after learning that you had drunkenly told them about your parents abandoning you, Satoru had dragged you to a cell phone store and purchased you a “cheap” burner phone to tide you over until your new one arrived, and when you had tried to hastily reject the generous offer, he had been incredibly insistent, citing that it wasn't safe for you to be without one for any length of time. And you were eventually forced to admit that he was right to a certain extent; Japan had one of the lowest crime rates worldwide and it was an incredibly safe country to live in, but as a foreigner who was still new to the language, culture, and customs, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

But one of the biggest and most surprising things you had learned about him, was just how unapologetically clingy he was.

After that vulnerable moment on the couch, after your agreement to stay with them for a while, it was like the floodgates had opened up and Satoru had spent those first few days absolutely smothering you with affection: hugs of all varieties, cuddles on the couch while the three of you watched something on the television, and even the occasional kiss on the forehead or the cheek.

You had taken it all in stride, but you couldn't help how awkward it had felt at first, not just because he was still a stranger and it was behavior you were so unused to receiving, but because it had felt far too intimate, and every time he did so, you kept expecting Suguru to jump in and jealously accuse you of being some kind of man stealing homewrecker. But each time Satoru wrapped his long limbed body around you or tugged you into his lap, you would shift your nervous gaze in the dark haired man's direction, and you always found him watching the two of you with the warmest expression on his face.

It was a silly thought that made no sense at all, but seeing that look on his face always made you think he was seeing something he'd been waiting his whole life for, like looking at you and Satoru was all he ever wanted to do.

Suguru himself wasn't as outwardly affectionate with you as his boyfriend was, at least, not as often, but he had other ways of showing he cared; like in the way he always seemed to remember your likes and dislikes when it came to food and drinks, or how he was always the first one to take away your notes and textbooks whenever you spent too long hunched over them during a study session, often bringing you snacks and encouraging you go sit outside with him on the balcony/terrace for a bit.

He was like a mother-hen at times, always doing what he could to make you feel comfortable and telling you that you worked way too hard and you needed to take more breaks, and yet he was also the first one who would chastise Satoru whenever he tried to interfere with your studies or otherwise distract you from important tasks.

He understood the importance of hard work and diligence, but he also understood that those things couldn't be properly achieved or cultivated without time to distress and process everything at the end of the day.

The two of them were as different as night and day, especially when it came to their love languages, but they also balanced each other out in a strange way that perfectly complemented one another.

You couldn't properly express in words how much you appreciated the companionship they had given you these last few months, because without them, you weren't so sure you would have survived the emotional strain the loss of your parents had put on you, because it hadn't dawned on you just how truly alone you had been feeling until you suddenly had, not one, but two people to lean on for support and comfort.

However, this current topic was one you weren't looking forward to discussing, despite having already sensed it coming.

The two of them had been dropping some subtle, and not so subtle, hints for the last week or two now that they wanted you to permanently leave your dorm room/apartment and just move the last of your belongings into what had unspokenly become ‘your room’ here in their home, but you were still heavily undecided on the whole matter.

Since the moment you met them, the number of nights you had slept at your own place was likely in the low double digits, as the two of them always seemed to find ways to talk you into staying over. And it wasn't as if you didn't enjoy spending so much of your time here at the penthouse with them, you adored the both of them and their home was beautiful, but having the option of your own place to return to was more of an insurance policy than anything else, just in case your newfound friendship with them ever fell apart or you all needed a break from each other.

“I don't know…” You let the words trail off as you turned back to the simmering pot of sauce on the stove. “This is a home you two have made together for yourselves, and I just don't want to be anymore of an intrusive third wheel than I already have been.”

It only took a few moments before you felt a large set of hands on your hips, turning you away from your task and around to face him, and before you even saw who it was, you immediately knew that it was Satoru, just by the scent of cool peppermint that always seemed to follow him everywhere.

“Come on, I thought we were past this phase by now.” He said, and gently took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger so he could angle your face up to meet his own, and as always, the bright vibrancy of his blue eyes had you in a complete choke-hold. “When have we ever not wanted you here?”

The position he had you in would have been awkward if it were with anyone but him or Suguru, what with how intimate it felt, but knowing he was in a happy and committed relationship with someone else, and after three straight months of experiencing the man’s complete disregard for personal space and boundaries, something like this was barely enough to phase you anymore.

“Neither of you has ever made me feel unwelcome.” You sighed, trying to look down at your feet, but Satoru only firmed up his grip on your chin, not painfully, but just enough to keep you facing him. “But just because you want me around right now, that doesn't mean you'll feel the same way in another three months.”

It pained you to say the words out loud, and once again, you found yourself resenting your parents just a little bit more than you already did, because it was their fault you now felt this way about yourself. You knew it wasn't true, that you weren't unlovable, or even unlikable, but the self deprecating thoughts wouldn't stop hounding you like living nightmares. They lived in your head on a constant loop, and even though you knew it was pointless, you couldn't stop thinking about what you possibly could have done differently growing up that might have made your parents actually want to stay in your life.

“Let me ask you something, Angel.”

You slowly turned your head in the direction of Suguru's voice, giving him nothing but your full attention while Satoru reached out to turn off the burners on the stove while the three of you had this talk, it wouldn't do any good to set both dinner and the kitchen on fire.

“Of course.” You responded honestly, if a bit quietly.

Suguru smiled at you so very gently, but his tone was firm as he asked you his first question.

“Have you managed to find a part-time job yet, or gotten any call backs about interviews?” He asked, though he already knew the answer you would give him.

You sighed in resignation as you looked down at the floor and shuffled your feet like a toddler being scolded, but responded with a ‘no’, and shook your head for emphasis in case the whispered word didn't quite reach his ears.

It was often difficult for foreigners to find work in Japan, especially without a trade skill or much prior work experience, so he and Satoru had been the ones to go over all your applications and resume before you submitted them, making sure that all your spelling and use of kanji was correct, and they both knew that exactly zero potential jobs had called you back for interviews or to offer you a position.

“And how much of your savings do you have left?”

It was yet another question he already knew the answer to, and you knew exactly what he was trying to accomplish with this particular line of inquiry.

It was already bad enough that they knew about what your parents had done to you, but then they had also learned about your impending financial troubles not long after that, and it all just made you feel so weak and pathetic.

You had unexpectedly ran into them at the convenience store near your place on one of the rare nights you had chosen to sleep in your own bed, rather than crashing in the guest bedroom at their place, and when they had spotted your shopping cart full of the cheapest instant noodles you could find, it hadn't taken much effort for them to put two and two together to figure out why. And up until now, they had been kind enough not to mention it too directly or very often, offering instead to let you cook for them most of the time so that you could get regular and proper meals without feeling like you were mooching off of them constantly.

But, now it seemed that their patience had run its course and they were done beating around the bush about it.

“(Y/N), you can't keep doing this to yourself, or to us.” Suguru said, rubbing his temples and sounding so exasperated that it just made you feel even worse. “I know you don't want us worrying about you, but we physically can't help it, and you trying to do all of this on your own is just making us even more concerned.”

Frustrated tears burned behind your closed eyes as you felt Satoru's arms tighten around you.

“Suguru is right, Cupcake.” He said, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head. “We know you can take care of yourself, but just because you can, doesn't mean that you should have to.”

You tried to pull away, to put some space between you and him so you could think clearly, but he only held you tighter and went on speaking as you felt Suguru approaching at your back, caging you between their two massive frames.

“We love having you here, we want you to stay, and that's never going to change, never. So please, just lean on us and let us take care of you a little bit more.”

You opened your mouth to try and say something, to argue, or just… anything, but you were quickly cut off before you could get the words out.

“No more excuses, Angel.” Suguru said in that tone that always left you feeling thoroughly chastised. “If you won't move in and let us help you for yourself, then do it for our sake if nothing else, so we can stop worrying about you just a little less.”

With both of them crowding around you like they were, feeling their combined body heat and the press of them against your front and back, it was making it hard to think straight. You knew they were making good and solid points, especially where your finances were concerned; you might not have to worry about rent and utilities, but your scholarship didn't provide for things like hygiene and household products, food, your phone bill, or any other expenses that might need to be taken care of later on down the road. And with no income yet to help cover those things, you were going to be scraping the bottom of the barrel here soon to try and take care of yourself.

“Honey, just let us handle the little things for you for a little while, so all you have to focus on are your studies and hanging out with your two favorite people in the whole world.” Satoru exclaimed cheerfully, and leaned even further down to nuzzle his nose against your own.

At that particular comment, you couldn't help but smile as a bit of the tension lifted from your shoulders.

This was one of the many things you adored about them, how they were always so quick to try and brighten your mood after a hard day or a difficult conversation. It brought certain sadder aspects of your childhood into stark perspective, because it was something you had never before experienced with your parents or 'friends’ back home. Everyone had always been too caught up in their own lives and problems to worry about you or listen to your own woes, and a part of you had just come to think that behavior was normal, and it wasn't until meeting the couple now huddled around you that you realized what it was like to have loved ones who actually gave a damn about you.

They were fast becoming the best friends you’d never had before, and despite having only known them for three months, you really did love them both to pieces.

Perhaps it was needy and pathetic of you to have latched onto them so quickly, but what else were you supposed to do when you were so far from home and had no one else in your corner?

The one and only time you had foolishly made mention of just calling it quits and going back home, where things would be, if not not easier, then at least familiar, the two men had practically been beside themselves with grief over the suggestion and in your effort to pacify them, the idea had been quickly swept under the rug, never to been spoken of again.

But you were so tired; tired from your workload at school, of your failure to find a job, of stressing over your money troubles, of thinking about your parents.

It was all just so much to deal with, and before you knew what you were doing, the words were already tumbling past your lips.

“If I agree to this,” And you held up a single finger for stern emphasis the moment you saw Satoru’s face begin to brighten in the way it usually did when he realized he and/or Suguru were about to get their way. “If I agree to this, you two have to promise to let me handle the majority of the cooking and the basic cleaning, and you need to be upfront with me if I do anything you don't approve of. This is still your home after all, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m a freeloader.”

Both of them simply squeezed you in a tighter embrace that you took for their agreement of your demands.

“We promise, you're going to be so fucking happy with us here that you'll never want to leave.”

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“Do you have any idea how hard it was not to kiss her?”

Suguru smiled in amusement as Satoru groaned his frustrations into his pillow later on that night after they had made sure you were sound asleep and safely tucked into your temporary bed.

“I know what you mean.” He admitted, pulling off his shirt and tossing it into the hamper. “I couldn't stop thinking about how easy it would have been to just hike up that cute little dress of hers and fuck her silly right there in the middle of the kitchen.”

Satoru perked up at that and he licked his lips as the thought of you covered in a mixture of chocolate drizzle and cum filled his head, making his cock throb and his mouth water.

“How much longer are we going to have to keep waiting?” He asked, sounding even more whiny and petulant than usual. “I can't take another three months of this, Suguru. I just can't. She should be up here right now, naked and in this bed, not downstairs so far away from us.”

At any other time, Suguru might have rolled his eyes at the over exaggerated claim his boyfriend was throwing around, if he wasn't feeling much the same, but if Satoru wasn't going to be the voice of reason for himself, then he needed to be for the both of them.

“She's still processing everything she's been through, so we need to keep taking things slowly for now.” He responded, though the words lacked his usual conviction. “We only just now convinced her to fully move in, and if we start to push too hard, we could very easily spook her and send her running in the opposite direction.”

Satoru scoffed and rolled his eyes at that.

“She'd certainly be welcome to try, but I doubt there's anywhere she could go where we wouldn't find her.”

“Don't forget, Satoru, that that's the exact outcome this plan is meant to help us avoid.” He countered softly, but didn't contradict his statement beyond that. “I know that if we went about this your way, she'd already be tied to this bed and under strict lock and key, and while that's a tempting idea, we agreed to at least try and go about this in a more traditional way. Or do you not want her to be happy with us here?”

Satoru knew that Suguru hadn't meant for the statement to sound so pandering, but even so, he was pent up and frustrated enough that he couldn't do anything to stop the wave of intense anger and annoyance swelling up inside of him, but only because he knew that Suguru was mostly right, and he was a prideful bastard who hated being proven wrong. But in truth, the biggest reason for his sudden anger came from the implication that he didn't care about the state of your mental health, that he was only focused on sleeping with you and nothing more.

“Don't you dare fucking imply that I don't care about her! I love her just as much as you do, and me wanting to fuck her doesn't mean her happiness is any less important to me.” He spat, sitting up to give the dark haired man an uncharacteristically bitter expression. “So don't go giving me that sanctimonious bullshit, Suguru, because I see that look in your eyes, and I know you're just as sick of all this pussyfooting around as I am.”

“I never said I wasn't!” He snapped back, perhaps a bit too harshly, since what Satoru said wasn't technically untrue, he just wasn't about to admit it directly. “But she's clearly still coming to terms with what those ass-holes did to her, on top of dealing with some pretty severe abandonment issues. And just because I would be more than willing to lock her up to make her ours, if the need were to ever arise, that doesn't mean that's how I want it to go down.”

Satoru said nothing to the contrary after that and for a few moments, the two lovers lapsed into an awkward silence.

It wasn't often that they fought or argued beyond their usual banter and playful bickering, but whenever they did, it always left a bitter taste in their mouths, and this time was no exception, and it was made all the worse because of how quickly it had escalated from seemingly nowhere. Neither of them had intended for it to happen, but it had; and now, the only question left was which of them would be the first to try and make amends and end the silent stalemate.

…

Suguru was the one to break it this time as he stood up and walked around to Satoru’s side of the bed and took up a spot beside him.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He whispered softly, and placed a comforting hand over one of Satoru’s. “I never meant to make it sound like I don’t think you care about her, because I know you do, and I should have just watched what I was saying, rather than taking my own frustrations out on you for no reason.”

He waited for a few heartbeats, pausing to see if the other man would give him some kind of confirmation to continue, and when Satoru sighed heavily and turned his hand over to lace their fingers together, Suguru sagged with relief as the Gojo heir said his peace.

“I'm sorry as well.” Satoru replied and turned to give him a weak smile. “I know you're right and that we need to play our cards right, but whenever I look at her, all I can think of is how badly I fucking need her. Having her here and not being able to be open and honest about our feelings for her is like slow torture, and I just want this stage to be over with so we can all finally move forward.”

Suguru nodded in total understanding, because it was exactly how he felt.

“I know.” He whispered, and pulled him into a warm embrace as they both laid back on their bed. “I feel the same as you, but we just need to be patient for a little while longer, perhaps another three months or so, but hopefully much sooner. And while I know it's going to feel like an eternity for the both of us, just think about how good it's going to be once we have her bending over backwards to please us as thanks for everything we've done for her.”

Satoru’s answering grin was a thing of wicked beauty, one that showed just a little too much teeth as he imagined you crawling onto his lap and begging for permission to sit on his throbbing dick, to act as his own personal little cock-warmer until he gave you the go ahead to bounce on it, and all because you just couldn't handle feeling so empty without one of them inside you. Or, on a much softer note, there was also just how cute you were going to look prancing around the apartment in all the new clothes he planned on buying for you once they officially made you their girl. How he'd make you model each outfit and article of clothing just for him and Suguru and how adorable your expression would be once the lingerie was brought out for you to try on as the finale.

“I suppose that, for that kind of motivation, I can force myself to be patient for a little while longer if necessary.” He said, and let loose an overly exaggerated sigh as he nuzzled his face against the warmth of Suguru's neck and draped an arm across his broad and perfectly sculpted chest. “She's more than worth it after all.”

Suguru was in complete agreement with him on that point and he smiled and kissed the top of Satoru’s white head, because to them, you truly were worth the wait.

There wasn't a single thing about you that they didn't love with all their hearts, and every new facet of you that was revealed to them day by day only strengthened their resolve to make you theirs and keep you forever. They would give you the perfect forever home, one with two loving partners who would never hurt or leave you, who would give you the world on a silver platter, and all they wanted in return was for you to dedicate yourself to them as wholeheartedly as they were to you and each other.

“We just need to wait a little longer. After all, it's as you said; she has no one and nowhere she could run to.”

So, this one ended up being significantly shorter than the last two chapters, but I felt it was a good place to cap it since the next chapter is going to be covering a lot of events over a fairly long stretch of time.

As always, please share your thoughts with me and let me know what you think. Reviews and comments are what feed my writers soul and I'm so happy to see how well this story has been received so far.

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This is real. I already went to my "visibility" and prevented sharing.

They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

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I cannot wait to read this!!!

Like Hoarded Gold (Part 3) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 2 TBC in Part 4

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, smut (Suguru x Satoru), gaslighting, 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.

Your head was pounding like a jackhammer when you woke up to the dim light of day time and you couldn't for the life of you figure out how to crawl out of your bed to check the time. The cheap and crappy piece of furniture wasn't even that big, so how were you practically swimming in it? And why the hell were your sheets and comforter suddenly a completely different color?

“Fuck...” You groaned in absolute misery, practically on the verge of tears. “I’m never drinking again.”

“Nah, we just need to build up your tolerance a bit, Lollipop. Then you'll be right as rain on those kinds of nights.”

The vaguely familiar male voice came from your left, startling you into utter awareness and launching you upright and out of your self-made blanket cocoon with a sudden cry of shock, but you immediately regretted the involuntary movement as it only helped to worsen your headache and bring to your attention just how nauseous you felt. You moaned in pain and covered your eyes as the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows hit your face and sharpened your headache into multiple stabbing points along your forehead and temples, rather than the all consuming throb it had been beforehand.

“Oh, shit!” The voice, who you now recognized as Satoru Gojo, cursed loudly and rushed to close the blinds. “Sorry about that, honey. Stupid me completely forgot about the blinds in this room. We don't use it very often, so I totally spaced them out.” He explained, making sure to lower his voice to a near whisper when he saw you wince before.

“It's fine.” You whimpered pitifully, before realizing what he'd just said.

We don't use it very often.

Which could only mean…

You slowly lifted your head to look around at your surroundings, only to see that… yup, your suspicions were absolutely correct, because this definitely wasn't your off-campus apartment.

The room you were in was at least three times the size of your own apartment, with an entire wall of floor to ceiling windows to your left, now blocked with mobile blinds, and tastefully decorated in various shades of gray and tan to offset the warm wood finishings. There was an entertainment center across from the massive bed you were in, complete with one of the largest televisions you had ever seen in its center and what appeared to be an electric fireplace underneath it, along with a fancy looking sectional and glass coffee table.

All in all, the entire space it screamed of wealth, but without ever being too gaudy or ostentatious.

“What happened last night?” You asked, your voice a little hoarse as you turned to find Satoru standing beside the bed with a bottle of water and a handful of pills ready and waiting for you.

You took them with a quiet ‘thank you’ and slowly sipped on the water to avoid making yourself sick as you felt him take a seat beside you on the large bed.

“We got your address from your student ID last night, but you were too drunk and wouldn't have been able to lock the door behind us, so we thought it was best to just let you crash here at our place and sleep it off.” He explained, reaching out to rub soothingly at your hunched back and shoulders. “Sorry if I gave you a bit of a scare earlier, we kept the door open so we could check in on you every now and then, just in case you needed anything or got sick or something.”

You shook your head slowly to avoid aggravating your head any further as whatever medicine he’d given you worked its magic on your contracting skull.

“It's alright, I’m sorry I let myself get that wasted to the point that you had to carry me out of the restaurant like a toddler.” You admitted, as the memory of him swinging you up into his arms like some damsel in a cheesy rom-com film filled you with both shame and embarrassment.

Satoru only chuckled and let his arm wrap around your shoulders.

“I should be the one apologizing, since I’m the one that kept ordering you the drinks and pushing you to down them so quickly, so try not to worry about it too much, okay?”

Not really having the energy to argue with him on the semantics of how you alone were responsible for the making of your own adult choices, you instead laid back down on the insanely plush mattress as your eyes grew heavy once more.

“Is it alright if I sleep here for a little while longer before I get out of your hair?” You asked, yawning and already feeling the drowsy haze of sleep clouding your exhausted mind.

You could have sworn you felt warm lips touching your cheek a moment later as Satoru quietly told you to get some more rest, but it must have just been your imagination, or the feel of the comforter that he’d drawn back up to cover you with, right…

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Satoru quietly left your room after watching you for a while longer, making sure the door was still open just a smidge in case you called out for them at any point, and turned to find Suguru standing behind him clad in nothing but the towel he had wrapped around his waist while another was draped around his shoulders to catch the water dripping from his still wet hair.

“How is she?” He asked, and rolled his eyes and grinned when he saw the tent already forming between his boyfriend's legs.

They had fucked each other twice now since putting you to bed last night, and yet Satoru was salivating like this was the first time he'd ever seen him like this. Not that he was complaining in the slightest, even after almost seven years, their sex life was far from stale or boring, and now that they had you to think and fantasize about, both of them were even more ravenous and insatiable than ever before.

Satoru licked his lips at the delicious sight before him as he stepped forward to toy with the edge of the towel.

“Hungover, as expected, but she went back to sleep after taking her medicine and drinking her water for me like a good girl.”

He had wanted to curl up with you there on the bed and hold you while you slept, but he worried you weren't going to stay in as deep a sleep as you had the previous night, not without the help of the alcohol pulling you down into unconsciousness. So he'd instead settled for sitting there and watching you, occasionally letting the backs of his fingers glide across your pretty cheeks or brushing your hair out of your face when you inevitably shifted.

Suguru nodded as he glanced over Satoru's shoulder to look at the door to your room and wished more than anything that he could go in there and check on you himself, but with the way his cock was beginning to ache, he didn't trust himself not to do something foolish. If he went in there now, he would no doubt jerk himself off to the lovely sight of you sleeping in one of their beds, and if you were to wake up and see that, you would probably freak out and try to make a run for it.

And if it really ever came down to that, he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to stop himself from giving chase and dragging you back to them, in fact, he wasn't even sure he'd mind such a thing taking place.

“Think she'll be conked out for a while?” He asked, his voice a ragged whisper as he imagined pinning you down underneath him and fucking into your sweet warm cunt.

Satoru only smiled in return when he felt Suguru's hand reach behind him to grab at his muscular ass.

“Long enough for me to suck your cock dry.”

…

It took all of twenty seconds for the two of them to make it up to their bedroom on the upper level and for Satoru to yank the towel from around Suguru's waist.

“Something tells me she's gonna enjoy having her mouth stuffed full of both our cocks?” Satoru stated, and shoved Suguru back onto their bed before dropping to his knees between the other man's spread thighs.

Suguru laughed darkly as he tangled the fingers of one hand through snow white locks of hair and gripped the base of his shaft with the other, slapping it against the side of Satoru's pretty smiling face.

“Both, huh?” He taunted in a low sultry voice. “I don't think that pretty little mouth will be able to fit both of us at once, but she'll certainly be more than welcome to try. And even if she can't, she'll still look so pretty on her knees for us, both of our cocks shoved in her face while she swirls that sweet tongue of hers around our tips at the same time.”

The Gojo heir only grinned in wicked delight and wrapped his wet lips around the head of the thick cock in front of him and sucked hard, just the way he knew his love liked it when he was in a mood like this.

Suguru threw his head back and moaned, black hair cascading down his back as he bucked his hips up into Satoru's face, silently demanding he take more of him, and Satoru was more than happy to oblige as he took a deep breath in through his nose and went down as far as he could go, his nose nearly flush against his pelvis.

“Fuck!” Suguru groaned at the exquisite feel and gritted his teeth to stop himself from coming right then and there. “You're such a good boy, taking all of my cock like that. Maybe when the time finally comes, I’ll let you fuck her first as a reward, let you be the first one to pump that tight little pussy full of cum.”

If he was being honest with himself, he rather liked the idea of taking you after Satoru, you would be all warm and stretched out for him, your insides full of Satoru's wet and creamy cum, and he might even be able to slide right in without needing to wait for you to adjust to his size.

He was bigger than Satoru, not by much, but where his partner had the length and a slight curve to his cock, Suguru had the girth. He might not have the extra two or so inches that Satoru had, but such a thing didn't really matter all that much when he was as thick as an average adult's forearm. Whenever they fucked and the white haired man currently sucking him off was on the receiving end of it, he was usually left gaping a little by the time Suguru was finally willing to pull out. So he couldn't wait to see how you would look being stuffed full of his cock while he fucked Satoru's cum even deeper into your clenching heat, all before adding his own to the messy mix.

Satoru keened at the praise and moaned his agreement around the thick length in his mouth and bobbed his head faster, desperate to feel his lover's warm cum hit the back of his throat. He loved Suguru’s taste, he always had, it was better than any candy, better than the most expensive pastry filling, and he couldn't wait to find out if you would end up being just as delicious. But if last night's little ‘sampling’ was any kind of indication though, then he knew he already had his answer, and he also knew that once he finally got a proper taste of you, he was going to become just as addicted to you as he was to Suguru.

“That's it, baby… Faster!” He panted, his fingers digging painfully into Satoru's white hair as he used his mouth for his own pleasure, but he knew it was very much appreciated. “The sooner you make me cum, the sooner you can bend me over and fuck me.”

It happened only a few seconds later, and Satoru eagerly swallowed every last drop as Suguru cried out in pleasure and shot his load down his throat, his hips bucking violently with every spurt and drop of cum his twitching cock released, until he had nothing left to give, until he was completely and utterly spent.

Satoru was very careful as he pulled back, knowing just how extra sensitive Suguru usually was after finishing and not wanting to accidentally cause him any discomfort. He sat up a little straighter and wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing and nuzzling his face against Suguru's stomach and sighing blissfully when he felt long calloused fingers tracing idle patterns over his back and shoulders. He had always loved the afterglow almost as much as the sexual acts themselves.

“Thank you.” Suguru rasped, still trying to catch his breath as he curled himself over Satoru's kneeling figure. “I really needed that.”

“I figured as much, especially after seeing the intense look on your face when we were back downstairs.”

Satoru lifted his head with a smile and was rewarded with a long and sloppy kiss that made his toes curl and his own cock throb, reminding him that he too had his own pleasure that needed tending to.

But before that…

“Suguru, is it wrong of me to be upset that she hasn't told us yet about her parents?” He asked, pouting and looking up at the still beautifully flushed face above him.

He had really been hoping that you would feel that immediate connection with them that they had felt the first time they saw you, that you would have sensed how right they were for you, that you could open yourself up to them and let them care for you the way they so desperately wanted to, but even with the alcohol in your system, you had been anything but forthcoming about your problems last night. You had answered most of their inquiries with vague responses that didn't give them even a fraction of the details they were craving, and any efforts they had made to try and steer you in the direction of discussing your parents and what they had done to you had been either blatantly ignored, or you had told them you 'didn't want to talk about it.’

Suguru sighed and ran a hand through Satoru's hair, gently dragging his nails against his scalp and causing the other man to practically purr with contentment.

“No, I feel the same way.” He replied. “I understand that we are still strangers to her, that the three of us have a lot to learn about each other and she might not be completely comfortable revealing those sorts of things to us just yet, but if what we gathered from her phone is of any indication, then she's completely alone right now.” He chewed his lip in thought before continuing on. “She needs support right now, not space to further isolate herself.”

“So, do we tell her the truth and just hope for the best, or do we keep waiting?” Satoru wondered aloud, not exactly liking the potential outcomes of that option, but he also didn't fully trust himself not to spill the beans if you took too long to fess up about it.

And Suguru knew that just as well as he did.

Satoru Gojo was a great many things to be sure; wealthy, handsome, incredibly intelligent, and talented at almost everything he put his mind to, but patient was not one of them. He was the kind of person that expected immediate results, and if he didn't get them, then he would go out of his way to make them happen and in the process say ‘damn the consequences’.

“I might have an idea that could potentially work in our favor, but we'll have to really sell it if we want her to believe us.” Suguru said as the idea slowly started to take shape in his mind.

Satoru couldn't help but find Suguru's intelligence and quick thinking skills to be an utter turn-on as he reached down to palm his still throbbing erection. He just couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found even one partner who was so beautiful in both mind and body, but with the addition of you, he now had two beauties to fawn and lust over.

He truly was the Honored One…

“Think you'll be able to explain it to me while I fuck you?” He asked, grinning slyly as he stood up and easily flipped the darker haired man over and onto his stomach before grinding his cock against the cleft of his ass. “I need you, and I can't wait any longer.”

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When you wake up for the second time, it's to the feel of a big warm hand gently nudging you into consciousness.

“Wh-” You rub the sleep out of your dry and blurry eyes, feeling a bit better than you had the first time you woke up, but still no less groggy as you look over your shoulder to find Suguru sitting on the edge of the bed with you this time and not Satoru.

He was dressed in a loose gray tank top that showed off a considerable amount of his well defined biceps and broad shoulders, and it was only now that you noticed the fairly large gauges in his ears that, somehow, made him appear even more handsome and mysterious. It also struck you as a bit peculiar, because just like with tattoos and facial piercings, gauges like the ones he sported weren't a very common sight in Japan, so it made you wonder what had prompted him to get them, especially in a society that seemed to be against such open displays of self expression.

“Sorry to wake you, sweetheart, but it's nearly five in the afternoon and you need to eat something.” He said softly, and reached out to brush some hair out of your face.

It took a few moments for the words to sink in and fully register, but once they did…

“I am so sorry!” You said frantically as you tried to untangle yourself from the blankets and sheets keeping you trapped in the bed. “Just give me a few minutes and I'll be on my way.”

You couldn't believe you had let this happen; first you went out to dinner with two complete strangers, a very expensive dinner that they had paid for, then you got so drunk that they had been forced to let you sleep it off in their own home, and that's not even factoring in how risky that stupid choice had been on your part. They could have very easily taken advantage of you or caused you serious harm, and you would have been powerless to stop them. And while it was clear they hadn't done either of those things, it was the simple fact that they could have that really frightened you.

And to top it all off, you now felt as if you were rudely imposing on them, having wasted nearly the entire day away asleep in their home like some kind of deadbeat drunken loser.

It was humiliating, and that feeling only made you struggle all the harder, which in turn only made things worse as you fought to hold back your tears of frustration.

“(Y/N), that's enough.”

Suguru’s voice was stern and solid enough that it really did make you stop and look up, expecting to find him watching you with annoyance and anger, but instead, his expression was nothing but gentle and soft.

“We're not upset with you, Angel.” He said, and carefully began to help unwind you from your nest of bedding. “We didn't wake you up to kick you out the door, we did it so that we could make sure you got some food in your stomach. It's not healthy to go so long without eating, especially after drinking so much.”

He was close enough that you could feel the heat of his body through both of your clothes and the ghosting of his warm breath against the side of your face and neck. It was awkward because, for a split second, all you wanted to do was lift your arms up for a hug and bury your face in his hair that faintly smelled of whiskey and apples, and some part of you, the part of you that was clearly still half asleep and not in your right mind, told you that he probably wouldn't mind that in the slightest. But then your rationale kicked in and you reminded yourself that, even on the off chance that he would be chill about it, doing something like that would only end up making you feel even more awkward about this whole situation.

By the time you opened your mouth to speak, he had already finished separating you from the blankets and went on speaking before you could get any words out.

“There's an en suite bathroom right over there for you to use.” He smiled and pointed to a nearby door. “It has all the usual necessities, along with some clean clothes for you to wear, so I want you to take as much time as you feel you need to freshen up and then come out to join us. Satoru is making Okayu for dinner, and it should be ready by the time you come out.”

He turned to leave, but then, as if in afterthought, he tossed over his shoulder with a wicked grin…

“Not that I think you need to, you're already pretty enough as is, bed-head and all.”

And then he was out the door, quietly closing it behind himself and leaving you sitting there on the massive bed to ponder whatever the hell was happening to your life right now as your face heated with embarrassment.

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Suguru groaned low in his throat as he leaned back against your bedroom door and palmed his aching cock through the loose fabric of his black sweatpants, grateful that they were baggy enough to hide the prominent erection he'd had since the moment he'd stepped into the room to wake you up.

It was maddening, how easily you could rile him up with nothing more than an innocent look of confusion on your adorable little face.

He knew you needed space at the moment to process everything, but all he could think about was turning around, throwing open the door, and marching back in there to bend you over, to shove your face into the bed and fuck your sopping wet cunt until you were screaming out his name in overstimulated pleasure.

He hoped the plan he and Satoru had devised would work, because if it did, it would help to cut out so many of the unnecessary steps required towards getting you under their care and supervision.

He didn't particularly like the idea of deceiving you any more than they already had, he truly wished that they could be honest with you about everything, but it was clear as day that you were still a tad wary of them, and while some of that could be contributed to the fact that you still didn't know them, he and Satoru knew that quite a bit of it was because your trust in others was now broken thanks to your piece of shit parents and you were trying to guard yourself against anymore potential hurt. You weren't in any kind of mental state to make good decisions for yourself, as shown by how you allowed yourself to go out to dinner with them and get drunk only a few minutes after being introduced. They obviously had no intention of harming you, but the fact that you were unaware of that and had still allowed it to happen was enough to tell them that you couldn't be trusted to properly look out for yourself at this time, perhaps not ever.

You needed them and the love and support they were so desperately wishing to give to you, now more so than ever.

As he walked into the dining room, Suguru found Satoru already setting the table for the three of you to share, the pot of Okayu (rice porridge) steaming away in the center and surrounded by an assortment of toppings and sauces to choose from.

“She’ll be out in a bit.” He said, smiling and kissing his blue eyed beauties cheek. “It looks delicious, so I’m sure she'll find it to be an incredibly thoughtful gesture.”

Satoru smiled in return and took a seat beside him at the table.

“I hope so.” He sighed longingly and looked in the direction of your room before quietly admitting. “I just want her to see what she’ll have here with us, that this is just a small taste of how well we'll be treating her.”

Suguru nodded reassuringly and reached over to squeeze Satoru's long pianist fingers.

“Baby, I know you want nothing more than to smother her with affection and spoil her rotten, I want to do the same, believe me, but we need to take this slow with her for the time being.” He said, loud enough that only Satoru could still hear him, just in case you came around the corner unnoticed. “If we come off as too flirty, she may get spooked and try to run, and while I know we’d both be willing to do whatever is it takes to make her stay and see reason, I don't want to resort to those harsher options unless they become absolutely unavoidable.”

Satoru pouted in a way that made Suguru want to bend him over his knee before he groaned in frustration.

“I know you're right, you usually always are, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.” He said, a little too loudly for his boyfriend’s liking. “I’ll do my best to keep myself in check for the time being, but you might need to give me a reminder every now and then when I start to slip up.”

Suguru only laughed, low and easy.

“Just so long as you do the same for me.”

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You had felt a bit awkward at first about bathing in these strangers' home, but upon fully waking up and realizing just how gross you actually felt after a night of sitting near steaming soup broths and drinking yourself stupid, your misgivings over the whole thing quickly vanished as you took advantage of the beautiful and luxurious bathroom.

But now, a new sort of awkwardness was rooting you to the spot and keeping you from leaving the room…

The clothes Suguru had left for you consisted of an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts that were so baggy on you, you had to use a spare hair tie you found in your book bag to keep them held up around your waist. You didn't want to put your gross clothes from the previous day back on, but it also felt so strange to be wearing these men's clothes. You had obviously noticed just how tall and muscular both men were, it was a fact that was literally impossible to miss, but now, wearing what could only be clothes that belonged to one or both of them, you felt like a toddler playing dress up in the adults closet.

You wished there was a back door to sneak out of, but after taking one look out the wall of windows in the bedroom and seeing the Tokyo streets far below, you knew you were just going to have to suck it up and join them before leaving. It was the least you could do, after all, they had paid for your meal and drinks last night, and despite you being just as much of a stranger to them as they were to you, they still brought you into their home and were treating you with more kindness and respect than anyone else probably would have.

It wasn't their fault that your faith and trust in people was whittled down to almost nothing, possibly beyond any repair.

As you made to leave the room, you found a pair of women's sized house slippers by the door, assumed they were Shoko's for when she came to visit, and slipped them on for the sake of politeness. One thing you had learned since arriving in the country was that the Japanese took outdoor and indoor footwear very seriously, and the last thing you wanted to do was accidentally offend your hosts.

Upon opening the door, you gasped in surprise and nearly jumped out of your skin seeing Suguru standing there with his hand raised to knock.

“Sorry! You startled me.” You said, clutching your chest as your heart beat wildly. “I just wasn't expecting you to be standing right there.”

“It's alright, just bad timing on both our parts.” He said, smiling and stepping aside to allow you to exit the room. “I was coming to see if you were ready for dinner, and we wanted to make sure you hadn't gotten lost in the tub or anything.”

You smiled in return, though maybe not as genuinely, but as you stepped out of the room, you found yourself immediately blown away by the impressiveness of the space around you.

It was an open concept apartment, and probably twice the size of the small house you had grown up in back home, and just like the room they had put you to bed in, there were huge floor to ceiling windows allowing for some very impressive views of the Tokyo skyline and lots of natural light to fill the large space. And in the golden light of the late afternoon sun, all the warm wood trim and flooring seemed to glow.

It was the kind of place most people could only ever dream of visiting, let alone afford to live in.

Meanwhile, as you continued to stand there gawking at the interior with wide sparkling eyes, Suguru couldn't help drooling at the sight of you dressed in his and Satoru's clothes.

His white t-shirt, while big on you, did nothing to hide the shape of your breasts or the outline of your perky nipples currently straining against the fabric. It was long enough that it fell to the middle of your thighs and now he was thoroughly regretting having given you a pair of Satoru’s shorts to wear underneath it. He wanted to know what your adorable legs looked like, so that later on, he could imagine them wrapped around his waist, or fantasize about the way your thighs will look and feel when he finally has them squeezing the sides of his head as you come undone from the use of his mouth.

It also makes him wonder if you're wearing any underwear underneath them, makes him want to yank them down your hips to see for himself, and he has to bite his tongue bloody to stop himself from doing just that.

“You and Satoru have a beautiful home!” You exclaimed, and gave him a smile that made his heart race.

“Thank you! Don't forget to remind us to give you a tour later, but first...” He said, his voice a tad husky as he imagines stripping you naked and dragging you into the dining room so he and Satoru can feast on you instead of the food they had prepared. “Satoru is waiting for us in the dining room.”

You nod slowly, still taking everything in as you silently follow along behind him.

You spot Satoru seated at a large oak dining table with three places already set; two side by side which you assume are for them, and another right across from them that is obviously meant for you, and he practically jumps up out of his seat the moment he spots the two of you. It reminds you of a puppy eagerly awaiting the sight of its beloved human after a long day spent apart. His blue eyes are as bright as stars and you almost laugh when you imagine a fluffy white tail wagging behind him and a set of matching ears perked up on top of his head.

Thankfully though, you manage to keep that particular reaction contained as Suguru, ever the courteous gentleman pulls out your chair for you and helps you push it in.

“How are you feeling, Cupcake?”

You blink at him as it slowly dawns on you that this is the second nickname he's given you in as many days.

“Cupcake?” You parrot, and send Suguru a questioning glance, along with a raised eyebrow.

Suguru rolls his eyes, but smiles lovingly as he looks at the man beside him.

“Don't mind him, he's got a sweet tooth the size of the sun and he expresses it in odd ways.”

You almost pointed out that he was no better, especially with how many times he's called you things like, sweetheart and Angel so far. It's an unusual trait, since, in your short time living here, you quickly picked up on the fact that most Japanese people were very reserved and stoic, even when with their friends and family. Perhaps this was just their way of trying to make you feel more comfortable, but after seeing them interact with Shoko yesterday, maybe this was just how they were with everyone.

“Hey now!” Satoru whined and crossed his thick arms across his muscular chest. “Don't go making her think I give cute little nicknames like that to just anyone.”

“It's too little, too late for that now, don't you think?” Suguru smirked and grabbed the ladle from the pot and began spooning a few helpings into each dish, starting with yours. “She's clearly already seen firsthand what an insufferable flirt you are, so it's not like her opinion of you can get any lower.”

The two of them might have continued their little back and forth for a while, but then, the most beautiful sound in the world touched their ears and made their hearts flutter.

Because you were laughing!

Not the awkward chuckles from the day before, but full blown belly laughter, the kind that had you hunched over in your seat and your eyes watering just the slightest bit as you covered your mouth like that would be enough to keep the positivity gorgeous sound at bay.

“You two really are perfect for each other, like watching a bickering old married couple.” You said, finally getting your voice back under control as you wiped your eyes. “You're so in sync that it's almost hard to believe it's not rehearsed.”

The two men shared a charged look that told one another exactly what the both of them were thinking; that they really were perfect for one another, and that you were utterly perfect for them as well, just as they were perfect for you. Soon, it would be the three of you sharing these happy and mundane moments together, and you wouldn't feel like such an outsider. You would be just as in sync with them as they were with each other and you would never have to worry about being alone ever again.

“So, what is this?” You asked, completely oblivious to the silent conversation taking place right in front of you as you peered at the steaming bowl of soup like white rice. “I've never had it before.”

“It's called Okayu.” Satoru happily responds as Suguru resumes his prior task of serving. “It's a rice porridge that's often eaten when one is sick or has no appetite. It's light on flavor, which is why we have so many toppings and sauces, but it's easy to digest.” Then his expression changes and he almost looks a bit bashful. “We thought that it might be easier on your stomach to have something like this, since we weren't exactly sure how you would be feeling when you woke up.”

“So it's like the Japanese version of pastina or chicken noodle soup?” You asked softly, your voice a tad weak as you tried to remember the last time anyone had done something so thoughtful for you or tried to take care of you.

Your parents had never been the best cooks, and you were often left to fend for yourself when the three of you weren't ordering from delivery services or going out to eat, and that detail of your life had never been altered, even when you got sick or felt under the weather. The most either of them had ever done after you reached a certain age was go to the store to pick you up some cough syrup or pain medicine before passively telling you to ‘feel better.’ You had never been held or cuddled by either of them, never had your temperature checked with lips or the back of a gentle hand, never had they asked if there was anything that could be done to help you feel better. Self-care and independence had been expected of you from a very early age and you had simply thought it was your parents trying to teach you a valuable life lesson about growing up into adulthood.

And it was only now that your parents had shown their true colors and cast you aside like garbage that you were finally beginning to see their behavior for what it truly was, what it had always been…

Neglect.

They had raised you and provided for you in all the ways that parents were required to care for their children; food, shelter, clothing, medical and developmental care, even attending all your school functions and encouraging your hobbies, but they had neglected you in every way that mattered meaningfully and emotionally. You had been nothing more than an obligation to them, a burden they had never even wanted, but one they felt the need to take care of for twenty years because they had been the ones to bring you into this world.

Tears were now slowly rolling down your cheeks as the reality of your childhood and the situation you were in finally began to settle on you like a lead weight, and you couldn't stop it, not even as shame and embarrassment washed over you for letting it happen in front of two complete strangers who likely thought you were a total nut-job at this point.

“I-I…”

You tried to apologize, but opening your mouth only made it impossible to hold back the inevitable sob that had been stuck in your throat and you suddenly found yourself gasping for air as you were forced to cry all the harder.

You couldn't even bring yourself to protest when you felt a set of strong arms picking you up and carrying you away from the dining table, couldn't say a single word as you were gently placed on a plush piece of furniture and immediately felt two large bodies take seats on either side of you, silently caging you between them. The only thing you found yourself capable of doing was crying even harder as one set of warm hands began rubbing your back in soothing circles, and the other took your own hands in a steady grip, pulling them away from your tear stained face and enveloping them in warmth as another arm was draped around your heaving shoulders.

You weren't sure how long the three of you stayed like that, but neither one of them spoke the entire time. They simply held you in silence, allowing you all the time you needed to calm down on your own, and while you knew this wouldn't be the last time you cried or had an episode over this, you at least felt a bit better for having done so now that it was out of your system for the time being.

Although, now you had to try and come up with a reasonable excuse for why you had such a monumental breakdown in front of these two incredibly kind and understanding men.

Perhaps you could simply write it off as a sudden and extreme bout of homesickness? After all, it's not like it would be a complete lie.

Unfortunately though, before you could open your mouth to try and explain yourself, yet another bombshell was dropped on you, this time by Suguru, as he gently cupped your jaw, just underneath your chin, and lifted your wet face to meet his own.

His eyes were a warm and hypnotizing shade of purple, like one of the many shades of the sky during sunset, and his expression was so soft you thought he might start crying right along with you… or even kiss you… but you didn't allow your mind to dwell on that thought for even a fraction of a second, not as what he said next ripped you right out of that warm haze and back into the painful present of your reality.

“(Y/N)...” Your name on his soft looking lips was like a prayer. “I'm so sorry, but… we know about your parents.”

…

Time slowed down to an agonizing point for you as the words he’d said processed and replayed in your mind on a shocking loop, but you weren't given much time for that as Satoru continued on from where his boyfriend had left off.

“You told us about it last night after we tried putting you to bed the first time.” He said, hugging your waist from behind and pulling you back against his broad chest. “We asked where your phone was so we could get it on a charger for you, and after you told us you had lost it, the whole story just kinda came tumbling out.”

Screw feeling ashamed and embarrassed, now you just felt straight up fucking pathetic.

How could you just up and forget something like this, even if you were blackout drunk?

“And when you woke up and seemed to not remember anything about it, we didn't want to upset you further, so we just figured we'd leave it alone for the time being and let you tell us again on your own terms, once you were more comfortable around us and settled in here.” Suguru picked up, the two of them still perfectly in sync with each other.

His words, while kind, struck a chord of unease in you and you stiffened a bit, their hold on you suddenly feeling far too intimate and smothering, too familiar for having only known them for less than two days.

“S-Settled in?” The words were a little hoarse and scratchy, your voice still raw from the wailing and crying you'd done only moments beforehand.

“You really shouldn't be alone at a time like this, Lollipop.” The blue eyed man at your back stated confidently. “It's not like we plan on keeping you here against your will or anything like that, but we really would like it if you would stay here with us for a few days, maybe for a week, while you get some things figured out.”

You opened your mouth to immediately protest, but Satoru and Suguru were still perfectly in tune with one another and Suguru kept the conversation going with almost no effort.

“We understand why you might be feeling a bit hesitant about this, Angel.” His thumb brushed your cheek, wiping away an errant tear. “But please, for our own peace of mind if nothing else, just stay a few days with us, otherwise we're both going to go crazy wondering how you're holding up.”

You honestly didn't know what to say, so while you looked down at your wringing hands to mull over their offer, the two lovers shared another long look that spoke volumes.

They hadn't intended for the topic of your parents to come up like this, though they'd had every intention of lying to you about how they came by the information, but this actually worked out a lot better for them in the long run because it felt more natural and less staged. They both hated to see you like this, but unlike during your first breakdown, at least now they could hold you and comfort you the way you needed them to.

Holding you like this was its own form of torture though, because now that they could see and feel just how perfectly you fit between them, neither of them wanted to let you go. They wanted to drag you upstairs and make love to you, to show you how they would love and treasure you for the rest of your life. You didn't need your parents or anyone else, not with the two of them now in your life, you would never again need anyone else but them.

“I-I couldn't possibly impose on the two of you like that.” You said, your tone barely above a whisper, still unable, or perhaps unwilling, to meet their eyes directly. “You've already been more than kind enough to me already.”

In truth, while you were grateful for their kindness and generosity, you weren't sure how you felt about them knowing such personal and intimate details about your life.

It wasn't their fault for finding out, the blame for that lay solely on you and your stupidity for allowing yourself to get so drunk, but having them know was still humiliating. The last thing you wanted was their pity, but unfortunately, there was no taking it back now that they knew the truth, and all you could do now was try and mitigate the damage and salvage what was left of your pride and dignity.

“It's not imposing if we want you to stay, sweetheart.” Suguru stated, his voice confident and unwavering. “Just for a few days, please?” He was practically begging at this point, because he really didn't want to have to force you into it, but he would if he had to, and he knew Satoru felt the same. “We promise to give you space while you're here, we just want you nearby in case you have another breakdown like this one or the one you had last night, so you're not all alone.”

Tears were burning behind your eyes again, but this time they weren't for your parents.

“You barely even know me…” You couldn't help but whimper at the end as you fought to keep yourself from crying again.

Suguru only smiled gently and, to your stunned surprise, leaned in to lay a gentle kiss on your forehead while Satoru did the same against your temple.

“We don't need to know much about you to know that we're doing the right thing.”

“No one should have to go through something like this by themselves, and we refuse to let you be the exception to that fact.”

You were silent for a long moment after that, letting their words sink in and contemplating the choices now laid before you as you allowed yourself to soak in the warmth and comfort they were offering you.

Being held like this was a brand new experience for you, but it felt nice, and a part of you felt just a tad bit resentful that your parents, if they even deserved to be called that anymore, had never given it to you, not once in all your years with them.

So perhaps that was why…

“I’ll stay.” You whispered softly, and smiled tentatively up at each of them when you felt they physically slump in relief. “B-But only for a few days, and only because I don't want to cause either of you any unnecessary stress.”

“Thank you, Angel.”

“We promise you won't regret it, Cupcake.”

You nodded in agreement, even though a quiet voice at the back of your mind was whispering to you about what a terrible mistake this was going to be.

You only prayed it was wrong.

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Later on that evening, after the three of you had finished a quiet dinner and the boys had taken you back to your apartment to gather some of your belongings, Satoru and Suguru were enjoying a nightcap out on the balcony of their bedroom, soaking in the warm night air and discussing their future plans for you.

“We're not really letting her go back to that shitty little excuse of an apartment in a few days, are we?” Satoru asked, scrunching his nose in distaste.

The place you currently called home, while not the worst he had ever seen, was still far too shabby and cramped for his liking.

You deserved so much better.

“No, not permanently at least.” Suguru grinned and took another long drag off his cigarette. “We just need to keep finding reasons for her to stay longer and longer, until being here with us is her new normal, and by that point, she won't ever want to leave us again.”

Satoru nodded eagerly and looked at his feet, as if he could see all the way down to the first floor and into your room.

“Did you notice it earlier?” He suddenly asked, a cocksure smile taking over his previously serene expression.

“I noticed a lot of things about her, so you'll have to be a bit more specific.” Suguru replied, and took a sip of his whiskey.

Satoru leaned back in his seat and palmed at his already hard cock, completely unashamed by his physical reaction to his thoughts of you.

“Our sweet baby-girl has a praise kink.”

It hadn't taken him long to notice the way you had unconsciously leaned back into his arms earlier, or the way you shivered whenever they said something sweet to or about you.

He had been so tempted to tease you over it, had wanted to make you squirm and cry for a completely different reason, all so he could kiss away your tears, to make room on your cheeks for even more. He had held himself back, just barely, but now he needed a way to release all that pent up energy and arousal, otherwise he might find himself going downstairs and crawling on top of you again, just like he did last night.

And who better to help him with such a task than the other love of his life sitting right across from him, the one currently eyeing the bulge in his pants the way he sometimes admired a slice of cake.

“Come here, baby.” Suguru purred, spreading his legs and opening his arms after putting out the last bit of his cigarette. “I got just what you need.”

Satoru knew the position and angle was a bit awkward, what with how tall both he and Suguru were, but it didn't stop him from crawling into Suguru's lap to straddle his waist.

Their kisses were slow and unhurried as they stroked and pawed at each other, clothes slowly being peeled away until both were completely naked and Suguru was balls-deep inside Satoru's perfectly tight ass.

“You feel so fucking good.” The black haired man moaned, gripping his lover's hips and burying his face in Satoru's neck, leaving behind a beautiful patchwork of bite marks and hickies.

You weren't the only one with a praise kink, because hearing that only made Satoru clench and bounce harder on the cock beneath him.

“So do you.” He whined loudly, his orgasm approaching at record speed. “Can't-Can't wait to f-feel us inside of her together, one of us in her tight little ass while the other fucks that perfect pussy.”

And it's that mental image that sends them both over the edge together, the image of you, sandwiched between them and taking both their cocks at once, moaning their names like it's all you'll ever want to do for the rest of your perfectly pampered existence.

Hopefully, they both think, it won't take too much longer to make it a reality.

Yet another long chapter since I don't know when the next one will be getting posted, so hopefully the Gojo x Geto smut here will help tide you all over until then.

Enjoy!

#gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere jjk #minors dni #fellow writer love

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talpup · 2 months

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What a nice weekend treat! I can't wait to read it!

Like Hoarded Gold (Part 2) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Part 1, TB C in Part 3

Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, non-consensual touching/groping while reader is asleep (Somnophilia), 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.

“Let me see if I understand you correctly.” Shoko said, taking the last drag off her cigarette. “You two dumbasses want me to somehow set you up on a date with a girl I've never even spoken to before, a girl neither of you have ever spoken to before either, is that what I'm hearing?”

Satoru knew better than to try and flash the medical prodigy one of his flirty and charming smiles, she was one of the few who was immune to them, but he did lift up his boyfriend's lighter to light her second, or was it third, cigarette of the morning.

“We're not asking you to set us up on a date with her or anything.” Suguru replied from his seat beside him where the three friends sat in one of the off-campus cafes. “We're just asking you to extend a friendly hand out to her and give us the chance to talk to her in the process.”

“And why exactly are the two of you so interested in meeting this girl anyway?” Shoko asked, pressing them for more info. “You seem to already know who she is, and yet you say you've never met or spoken to her before, so what is it you aren't telling me?”

The couple looked at one another for a long moment, silently debating how much to reveal, and Shoko knew them both well enough to sense whenever they were having one of their weird pseudo-telepathy sessions.

And she was having none of it.

“Either you tell me the whole story, or I won't be helping you with this little side project of yours.”

So they did, albeit a tad reluctantly, but they explained everything, including how they had rather impulsively taken your phone and forcefully deactivated it in order to snoop through it and discover the reason behind your breakdown.

Afterwards, it was hard to tell what Shoko was thinking, what with that impervious poker face of hers, but she certainly showed no qualms when telling them what utter morons she thought they were.

“I’ll admit, it's really unbelievably fucked up what she's going through right now, but do the two of you even realize just how equally creepy what you've done is?” She asked them menacingly.

The two men at least had the decency to look a little bit ashamed as Suguru spoke up first.

“We understand that, but in our defense, it was an impulsive decision made in the heat of the moment, and now we’d like to do what we can to try and make it right.”

Shoko only glared all the harder at them.

“And does ‘making it right’ involve giving her phone back to her and telling her you know about her situation?”

“Honestly, we hadn't really thought that far ahead yet.” Satoru lied, knowing full well that he and Suguru had no intention of doing either of those two things. “We figured we'd just sort of wing it once we met her.”

Silence enveloped the trio for a few long moments before Satoru cleared his throat and threw out the last trump card he had that could potentially sway Shoko into agreeing with their harebrained scheme.

“”What if I offer to pay for all your smokes for an entire year, how about that?”

Shoko’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the offer and her cigarette hung precariously from her gaping lips.

It was no secret to anyone that knew her that Shoko Ieiri smoked like the habit was going out of style, nor that she spent what some might consider a pretty hefty amount of money on packs of them every month, sometimes to the detriment of her other bills and even her pantry. Satoru and Suguru knew there were quite a few times where Shoko had gone out with them or came over to their place, simply for the opportunity to get a free meal out of it. They didn't blame her for it of course, everyone had their own vices, the two of them included, but for what they had roughly planned, they needed Shoko’s help, but they also needed her to be out of the way for a while, and if she had more money to spare, she likely wouldn't be popping by their place as often in search of free food.

“So…” Satoru sing-songed. “What's it gonna be, Shoko?”

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You honestly didn't know how you managed to pull yourself out of bed and make it to all your classes today, but you did, though it wasn't as if you were really retaining anything you heard, you hadn't even taken a single note. All you found yourself capable of doing was walking from one lecture to the next, finding a seat at the very back, and dwelling on the short and final conversation you'd had with your mother the day before.

When you had first read that cold-hearted email from your mother, you had thought, prayed even, that it was simply a cruel and horrible joke on her and your father's part, because before that moment, nothing in your life had ever led you to believe that your parents didn't love you. Yes, they could be a bit standoffish at times, and they were never very willing or eager to dole out physical affection or words of praise, but they had always been there for you. They had supported all your aspirations and every hobby you had ever shown a lick of interest in, and at least one of them had been there for every milestone and achievement you made. They had even offered to pay for all of your necessary expenses, so long as you got a scholarship and were accepted into this exchange program you had been so dead set on, something you now knew had been a complete lie. Perhaps they had even encouraged you to apply for the program because they wanted you out of the way, so they could flee without hassle.

But the thing that had finally cemented it all as a twisted reality, was the call you had received from the administration office early this morning to the front desk of your housing building.

Apparently, your parents had called to inform them that they wanted to be permanently taken off the list as your emergency contacts, and when the office couldn't get in touch with you via your cellphone, since it was now missing and disconnected somehow, they had called your building to inquire about it.

The worker on the other end of the line hadn't known what to do or say when you'd frantically explained the situation to her, but she had tried to be as understanding as possible and told you to get back to them with a new contact(s) whenever it was most convenient for you.

But the fact of the matter was that you didn't have anyone else, your parents had both been orphans in the system, with no family to call their own until they'd met one another, which also meant that you had no extended family to rely and lean on for support, and all your ‘friends’ from high school had been more like acquaintances that you had quickly lost contact with once your were no longer in each other's vicinities so regularly.

You were completely and utterly alone now…

You didn't even have a cellphone at the moment because you had accidentally left it behind in that storage room you'd quickly ducked into for privacy to call your mother.

You’d at least had the good sense to go back to try and find it this morning, but it was already gone, and a quick check at the university's lost and found center showed how shit your luck was, because whoever swiped it, failed to do the right thing and turn it in. Thankfully though, that was one area of your life that your parents had no foot on, you’d been covering your own phone bill since sophomore year and you would be able to get a new one without much hassle, but that phone bill would eat through the last of your meager savings pretty quick now that you weren't going to have your parents financial assistance anymore.

You had a full ride scholarship, but one of the requirements for maintaining it was that you had to hold a specific GPA, which would be made all the harder now that you’d have to start looking for a part time job to help cover all your other expenses. You even briefly thought about giving up and just going home, but on top of no longer having a home to go back to, you also didn't have the money to afford a last minute plane ticket and a place to stay if you did go back so suddenly.

As it stood, you were completely fucked for the time being…

Fresh tears burned the back of your eyes as you blankly stared down at the empty space where your textbooks and notes should have been, and you were just about to bolt out of the classroom when a hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, startling you back into the present.

You looked up to find the brown haired teacher's assistant looking down at you with a concerned look on her face.

“Sorry.” She said, and immediately removed her hand from your shoulder. “Class ended almost five minutes ago and you looked pretty out of it, so I figured I'd come over to check on you; make sure you hadn't fallen asleep with your eyes open or something.”

You felt mortified that someone had caught you in such a vulnerable position and scrambled to start gathering your things, only to remember that you hadn't even pulled anything out of your bag.

“Yes!” You practically shouted, and cringed at your own erratic behavior before making sure that the next time you spoke, your voice was a bit lower. “I’m so sorry for the inconvenience, I’m just tired and must have really zoned out today.”

She only blinked at you and slowly looked down at your empty desk before meeting your gaze again, as if she could sense the very obvious lie in your tone of voice, but rather than call you out on it, she instead offered up something else.

“You know, one of the benefits to being a teacher's assistant is that I can use some of my time in this class to keep my mind sharp and get a refresher on the basics.” She then smiled a crooked little smile and held up a thick and highly annotated notebook. “I noticed you didn't take any notes today, so I'll perform my good karma deed for the day and let you copy mine.

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Sitting outside on the shaded patio of the quaint little tea bar was a tad bit surreal for you, if only because it suddenly reminded you of just how long it had been since you'd actually spent time with anyone.

Since moving to Japan three months ago, you hadn't made any friends or connections, because all your time was either spent in class, or studying, or attending the required Japanese language school that all the exchange students were required to take, and it hadn't really left you with much time for socializing.

And now, sitting here with this teacher's aid, Shoko Ieiri, it was beginning to dawn on you just how rusty your people skills had gotten, but of course, it was also possible that all the new stress and anxiety brought about by your parents disownment of you could be playing a very large part in that, and honestly, it was probably both.

“Sorry if my notes look like chicken-scratch.” She said, taking a sip of the fragrant tea she had ordered. “I tend to forget that not everyone can read my own handwriting.”

“It's fine.” You replied, shaking your head and winching as the movement sparked a stab of pain behind your puffy dry eyes and forehead. “It's actually not your handwriting that's the biggest hurdle for me, it's the process of trying to translate everything correctly.”

Shoko blinked, and then groaned, like she had just realized what a problem that might pose for you.

“Shit, I guess I didn't even think about that part when I offered them to you.”

You nodded, not entirely too sure what to say since you were still so confused as to why she had even approached you in the first place, let alone why she offered up her own extensive notes for you to copy, but you weren't about to look such a gift-horse in the mouth at a time like this. Copying them was giving you something to occupy your mind with and right now, you needed every distraction you could take at the moment, otherwise you were likely going to spiral into yet another panic induced breakdown.

Meanwhile, Shoko was taking the time to quietly observe you while she waited for Satoru and Suguru to make their grand entrance.

She texted them a half hour after arriving and both had eagerly replied that they would be there within the hour and to just keep you busy until then, but she was still a bit unsure how to proceed with all this.

On the one hand, she understood their desire to help you out during such a difficult time, even if they were complete strangers to you, but on the other, she was still highly unnerved by what they had done so far to try and achieve that goal. She knew that they weren't going to hurt you or anything like that, but between Satoru’s god complex and Suguru's need to always be the self-righteous savior, the two of them could be a lot to handle, especially when they got it into their heads that they knew what was best. She didn't exactly think they were wrong in their assumption that you needed some kind of moral support at this time, especially after seeing how lifeless and on the verge of a mental crisis you were in class earlier, but she was still skeptical on whether or not Satoru and Suguru's particular brand of assistance was the correct answer for your troubles at the moment.

But, their offer to pay for all her cigarettes for a whole year really was just too good to pass up, and she was fully aware of how fucked up and selfish that was, she just hoped the decision wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass or end badly for you.

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It was about twenty minutes after she'd messaged them that Shoko finally saw Suguru's black Lexus pull into the parking lot, and she watched as both of them got out and a huge smile broke out across Satoru's face as he eagerly waved at her. Thankfully, Suguru at least had the good sense to notice his over the top behavior and elbowed him in the ribs before whispering something that had the white haired youth pouting like a child, likely telling him to keep it cool.

Shoko glanced at you out of the corner of her eye to see that you were still deeply engrossed in translating/copying her notes and hadn't noticed the silent exchange, and she wondered just how exactly they were going to do this.

It was obvious the guys didn't want you to know they were specifically here to meet you, they wanted it to appear 'organic’, so clearly she'd have to play along with the act to make it more believable.

“Hey, Shoko!” Satoru called out jovially as he practically skipped over to the table you and she were seated at, much to Suguru's clear disapproval as the darker haired man trailed behind him. “Thanks for meeting up with us on such short notice.”

“It's no trouble.” She replied smoothly, already picking up on how they wanted to segway into their real reason for being here. “I was just helping this one out with some notes she missed during the class I aid for.” She threw a thumb in your direction, and noticed that you had finally lifted your head to take in who it was she was speaking with.

You had about the same reaction most women, and quite a good number of men as well, had to seeing the two of them for the first time; wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly ajar, and hitched breath, all the classic signs of initial physical attraction. And it's not like she could fault you for it either, even if given the opportunity, she would personally never touch either of them with a 10ft pole, but she could still admit how handsome both of them were in a purely aesthetic way.

“Oh, getting in your one good deed for the week, eh Dr.?” Satoru teased her with a fiendish grin, though, while his face was directed at her, those bright blue eyes of his were solely focused on you and your every reaction to their presence.

Like an apex predator eyeing its oblivious quarry.

“Well, unlike you, Gojo, I’m not a selfish piece of human trash?” She shot back.

Satoru's grin only widened further.

“Calling me by my last name, Shoko?” He cooed mockingly. “You really must be annoyed with me?”

Rather than responding, she only glanced over his shoulder to look at Suguru and saw that he wasn't being near as obvious in his observations of you, choosing instead to let his eyes sneakily glance between you and herself every few seconds, but when he was looking at you, his gaze was no less intense than his partner's.

You were now looking back down at the notebooks laid out in front of you, completely unaware of the attention you were silently receiving from the two men as you tried to make yourself look busy, probably thinking to give them all a bit of privacy.

“Suguru, how in the hell have you put up with him for this long?” She asked, bringing his attention back to her, rather than getting to the point of this little meetup and introducing you to them.

She'd let them stew for just a little while longer, let them suffer a bit for roping her into this half-baked mess of theirs.

“Mostly through sex.” He shrugged and replied nonchalantly. “He always behaves better after a good round or two of fucking.”

Shoko might have smirked, if the embarrassed little squeak that came from your direction hadn't distracted her. It had been quite a long time since she'd heard or seen anyone have such an innocent reaction to a sex comment before, and based on the widening of Satoru's grin and the narrowing of Suguru's eyes, she just knew they were both going to use it against you.

“And just who do we have here?” He practically purred, finally turning the full force of all that flirtatious cunning on you.

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You felt like a paralyzed deer in the headlights as the beautiful man with the snow white hair and rectangular sunglasses turned to address you, along with his darker counterpart, who was also probably his significant other.

You hadn't meant to verbalize your reaction to the darker man's comment, it had just been so unexpected and out of pocket, and it just slipped out before you could try and contain it. Now they probably thought it was because you were a raging homophobe or something like that, which absolutely wasn't the case at all.

“I-I’m… ugh…” You couldn't seem to get the words out as you briefly slipped back into English and fumbled for the right thing to say, an introduction or an apology would likely be a good start, but your tongue suddenly felt dry and heavy as you tried to speak.

“What's wrong, pretty girl, cat got your tongue?” He drawled, his tone seductive and full of teasing energy as he flashed you a megawatt smile that, had you been standing, would have made your knees buckle. “I know I’m a sight for sore eyes, but it's been a while since I last left someone so speechless.”

You blinked at him owlishly, obviously still flustered by his incredibly forward behavior, especially with who you assumed was his boyfriend standing just two steps away from him, but also very put off by his pompous and egotistical words. It was one thing for someone to know they were attractive and to try and flaunt it, but this man's confidence was on another level entirely.

Luckily for you, you were spared from the exhausting task of telling him off, as the boyfriend in question heaved a sigh of resignation and took a step closer to smack him upside the head.

“Behave yourself, Satoru. The poor girl clearly doesn't appreciate your brand of teasing.”

He then fixed his amethyst gaze on you, and you couldn't help but notice how his narrow eyes looked so similar to that of the fox statues you'd seen at the few temples and shrines you'd visited over the months. He was just as handsome as his boyfriend, Satoru, though in a much more traditional and masculine way; what with his larger frame, broad shoulders, and sharp angular facial features. His black hair was long, pulled up halfway into a bun, and looked so soft to the touch that it actually made you feel a tad envious.

He then bowed suddenly at the waist, pulling you out of your appreciative thoughts and making you realize how you had been staring at him… like a fucking creep.

“I apologize for this one's outlandish behavior, Miss, but I promise you that he's mostly harmless.” He said, and Satoru let out a gasp of outrage before he was grabbed by the back of his head and forced down until he was bowing along with him and grumbling out his own apology.

“No! It's f-fine, really. There's no need for all that.” You said, finally finding your voice and shaking yourself out of your stupor.

He lifted his head and flashed you a soft smile that wasn't nearly as flirtatious as what his partner had given you, but on a face as handsome as his, it was still enough to make your heart flutter in rapid succession.

“I'm Geto Suguru, and this incompetent dumbass here is my boyfriend, Gojo Satoru.” He said, ignoring the stink-eye Satoru sent his way as he officially introduced themselves to you and confirmed their relationship, thus clearing up any confusion or misconceptions you might have otherwise had. “Sorry for interrupting your time here with Shoko, we weren't aware she was meeting with anyone at the moment.”

“Oh! It's no problem, Shoko here was just kind enough to let me borrow her notes since I was too tired and didn't take any in class today.” You smiled weakly at him in return. “I'm (Y/N) (L/N), it's nice to meet you.”

“Hey, since you're not Japanese, does that mean we get to call you by your first name?” Satoru asked you, grinning widely and taking the open seat on your left as Suguru sighed again in defeat and exasperation and took the seat on your right.

Even sitting down, Satoru was insanely tall, and you still had to tilt your head back a bit to meet his piercing gaze, and it was then that you finally caught a glimpse of his eyes through the bottom of his shades, and the beauty of them literally made your breath catch and your mind go blank.

They were the most stunning shade of blue you had ever seen on a human being before; as bright as the clear sky above your heads and practically sparkling like the ocean on the sunniest of days.

“I… I don't see why not.” You mumbled, looking back down at the two and half pages of translated notes you’d managed to copy in the short time since you and Shoko had arrived at the tea bar.

Satoru couldn't stop the way your bashfulness made him want to tease you.

He knew Suguru wanted him to take it easy on you for the time being, since you were going through so much emotional turmoil at the moment, but your reactions were simply too adorable to ignore, and besides, maybe his teasing would have the added benefit of distracting you from your current stress. He was never very good at comforting others in the traditional sense, Suguru was the one who always excelled at all that emotional shit, whereas he preferred to showcase his affection through actions and physical touch. And right now, since he couldn't help distract you in the ways he really wanted to, he would settle for trying to make you smile by playing up on his own charming arrogance.

“I guess that means you’ll have to also call us by our first names as well.” He said, ignoring the pointed look his partner cast him from over your shoulder as he folded his arms on top of the table and leaned further into your personal space. “I think that's only fair, don't you, little Lollipop?”

“I suppose that's only fair.” You mumbled, and leaned away, trying to put space between yourself and him, but in doing so, it almost put you right up against Suguru's broad chest.

And Suguru honestly wouldn't have made a single protest, not with how much he already wanted to wrap his arms around you and express how you’d never have to worry about anything ever again, not with him and Satoru around to take care of everything for you now.

He and Satoru had spent the better part of the previous night combing through your phone and stalking all of your social media accounts, trying to learn as much as they could about you, and while he had gleaned much from your pictures and posts, it still wasn't enough. He wanted to know everything about you; your likes and dislikes, favorite foods, if you were a night owl or an early bird, how you took your coffee, hobbies you liked to do in your spare time, he wanted to know all of it. You would never want for anything with them, they would take care of you in every way imaginable. They would treat you so well that eventually, with enough time and patience, you would forget that there had ever been a time before they came into your life.

Satoru's current behavior could potentially throw a wrench into things though if he didn't dial back on it a bit.

He understood his boyfriend's desire to tease you a bit, because he could clearly see that with the proper direction and training, you could easily be molded into the perfect little submissive partner for he and Satoru to love and dote on, but they needed to try and earn your trust first, and the way he was acting right now was not the way to go about doing that.

“Satoru.” He said in a low warning.

Satoru's head shot up to meet his gaze and the little brat actually had the nerve to be pouting, as if he wasn't the one putting their entire plan for you at risk.

“I was just having a bit of fun with her.” He grumbled, then turned those azure eyes back on you. “I really wasn't trying to bully you, sweetheart. Not unless you're into that sort of thing of course.” He said, throwing you a playful wink.

Having never been on the receiving end of such forward behavior, even if it was just in jest on his part, you still had to push down the urge you felt to curl in on yourself and pretend he wasn't there.

“I-It's fine, but I think you might be making your boyfriend uncomfortable, so you should probably give it a rest already.” You said, and patted yourself on the back for keeping your voice so steady.

Satoru snickered, low and taunting. “Oh, just give it a bit of time and here soon, he'll be picking on you so bad that I'll look like a saint by sheer comparison.” He said, leaving out the small detail that Suguru only ever really showed his meaner side in bed.

He briefly wondered if you liked having your hair pulled, but told himself it wouldn't really matter much in the end, since you would eventually come to love everything they did to you. And thankfully for you, neither he nor Suguru were big fans of causing too much pain; but hair pulling, spanking, and maybe even a bit of light face slapping, that was all perfectly acceptable in their book. He certainly couldn't wait to see your pretty eyes lined with tears. Not like the ones from your breakdown yesterday, no, he would much rather see your eyes glistening and wet from choking too deeply on his cock, or from the overstimulation of the multiple orgasms you’d be receiving from both he and Suguru.

For you, something about the way he said that, like he meant it as a promise, made you tense up, but before you could turn around to gauge Suguru's reaction to the words, Shoko thankfully interjected to try and spare you from Satoru's incessant teasing.

“Alright you two, enough with the ‘good cop, bad cop’ routine.” She groaned from across the table, sounding very much done with their antics. “Go find somewhere else to be if all you wanted was some fresh meat to flirt with, she's clearly not interested in jumping into bed with you two losers.”

You really didn't mean to, but her statement made some pretty lewd and risqué imagery come to mind and the end result was another high pitched noise of embarrassment leaving your lips before you could think to stop it.

And the sound caused Satoru to whip back around to face you, the noise like a beckoning siren's melody, calling him to further taunt and tease you.

“What a cute noise.” Ignoring Shoko's words of warning and Suguru's pinched expression, Satoru leaned in even closer towards you. “What were you thinking about just now, Lollipop?” He asked, and wondered if perhaps, you were imagining the same thing he was; namely you, sandwiched between him and Suguru, panting and moaning their names while they learned to play your body like a perfectly tuned instrument.

“I-I…”

You had absolutely no idea what to say to him in response to this line of questioning. Your experience with sex was probably a drop in the bucket compared to others your age, you could count on one hand the number of times you had done the deed, and the number of partners you've been with, and you had certainly never been with two of them at the same time. Hell, the idea of a threesome had never even crossed your mind before this moment, and you sure as fuck weren't about to tell this arrogant pretty-boy any of that. You’d known him for less then ten minutes so far and already you could see what admitting something like that would do to his ego.

But once again, it was Shoko's voice that broke through the racing thoughts in your head, only this time, it was you she'd decided to lecture.

“And you!” She said, as stern as any mother with an unruly child as she pointed a slim finger in your direction. “Stop giving him so much ammunition to use against you. He’ll just get worse and worse if you don't learn to keep up a decent poker face.” Then, she abruptly stood up from her seat with a tired sigh and shouldered her bag. “Now, if you three will excuse me, I have a date with a cadaver that I simply can't be late for.”

Seeing this as the perfect opportunity to get out of this situation yourself, you quickly made to hand the notebook back to the brunette, but she shook her head.

“Keep it until you've copied everything, when you're ready to return it to me, just do it in class or call me and we can get together for lunch or something.”

“But I don't-”

“Have one of these two give you my number, since they'll be treating you to dinner tonight as an apology for their shitty behavior and poor first impression.” She said, and leveled a stern glare at the white haired man beside you. “Won't you, Satoru.”

You opened your mouth to quickly shut the idea down, because you genuinely were not in the mood to deal with people any longer today, but Suguru was already responding for you, even going so far as to rest a hand on the center of your back, like you two were already friends or something.

“Don't worry Shoko, I'll make sure he's on his best behavior for the rest of the night.”

“Hey!” Satoru whined petulantly, like a spoiled toddler. “How come I'm the one getting singled out here?”

“Because you're the one that was being an asshole.” His friend and boyfriend said in unison.

You truly didn't know what to say as the three of them continued to talk like you weren't even there.

Between the still fresh pain over your parents betrayal and all the new stress and worries that came along with that, and the draining exhaustion of putting up with meeting someone like Satoru Gojo for the first time, this was all just too much, and you suddenly found yourself too tired to care anymore.

At least a free hot meal would hopefully help you fall into an even deeper sleep tonight, you thought, it certainly couldn't make things any worse for you.

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For the second time in one day, you found yourself seated across from, not one this time, but two complete strangers and you were still a bit unsure how you had allowed yourself to be roped into it.

After Shoko left the tea bar, Satoru and Suguru had quickly ushered you out of your seat and into their ridiculously high-end sports car, like they were scared you would bolt for the exit the moment they looked away. And it wasn't like the idea had never crossed your mind, but after the events of the last day or two, your mind was just completely out of sorts, while your body acted on autopilot. You didn't want to be in your own head or have to think about all the hard decisions you were going to have to start making, and it was just so much easier to let yourself be led around, even if the ones leading you were nothing more than strangers to you.

Both of them had tried their best to keep the conversation flowing steadily on the drive to the restaurant, asking plenty of mundane questions, and even a few too personal ones that you opted to tell them, as politely as you could, were none of their business. But you were beginning to quickly learn that Satoru in particular was a persistent one, a real force of nature when he wanted something, and more than once, you found yourself answering a question you had previously been noncommittal about, and all because he simply rephrased it.

Suguru was different though…

The dark haired man wasn't nearly as talkative or as pushy as his boyfriend, but his gentle demeanor and the smooth baritone of his voice had you relaxing far more with him, which in turn, made you much more chatty. He felt safe, and that made him dangerous, because you found yourself dropping your guard with him more, and while that might seem like a good thing, you didn't like how open and vulnerable it left you, especially when you still didn't know him. Every time you caught yourself saying more than what you had intended, you would stop mid-sentence, suddenly realizing that you had revealed a little bit more about yourself than you should have. And he managed to catch your eye in the rear view mirror almost every single time, smiling at you with a gleam in his fox-like eyes that told you he knew exactly what he was doing and the effect he had on you.

You were almost sure that neither of them meant any real harm by how they acted, but their polar opposite personalities were beginning to give you whiplash, and combined with how incredibly good looking both of them were, it made for one hell of a combo that left you feeling more than a little flustered and uncomfortable around them.

“You doing alright there, Lollipop?”

Satoru's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you looked up across the table to see that both him and Suguru were giving you concerned looks.

“Y-Yeah! I'm perfectly fine.” You said, perhaps a bit too loudly, but if either of them thought so, they kept it to themselves. “It's just been a really long day and I’m pretty tired. Guess it's probably a good thing I don't have any classes tomorrow.” You chuckled nervously and made yourself busy by taking a sip of the brightly colored cocktail that Satoru had taken the liberty of ordering for you upon being seated. It tasted like mango and kiwi and was probably the best drink you had ever had, hence how you were already on your third one of the night.

They had brought you to a fancy hot pot restaurant in an expensive looking part of the city that you'd never been to before, one that made you question whether or not you’d even be allowed entry, what with how frumpy your appearance was that day and how nice everyone else around you was dressed. The boys weren't dressed much better than you though, both of them sporting baggy sweats and t-shirts, but whereas you looked like a typical overworked college student, the two of them looked like they had just come from a GQ photo shoot.

The women at the hostess stand had sneered at you, but had been practically tripping over herself to smile and accommodate the two men, but just like back at the tea bar, Suguru had placed his hand on your back, perhaps to keep you from turning around and fleeing, while Satoru had not at all politely requested a private dining room for the three of you. Under normal circumstances, you would never at all condone being rude to wait-staff or retail workers, but this girl had been looking at you like you were the scum of the earth, and you were simply too tired to try and be the bigger person for once.

“The first year of college is already hard enough, and starting off in a brand new country all by yourself, I can't imagine trying to deal with all of that and the culture shock.” Suguru replied, his tone full of sympathy.

You only nodded slightly and dunked another slice of raw tender beef into the boiling broth of your choice. You wished that they would just shut up for five minutes and eat their damn food, but both of them seemed far more interested in learning more about you then they were in eating their meal. It wasn't like you weren't grateful for the nice dinner they were treating you to, someone who was a total stranger, especially one as pricey as what you assumed this was going to be, but you just wanted a few minutes of peace and silence to fill your belly and not have to think so hard. Part of you wanted to tell them that, but the people-pleasing side of you just wouldn't allow it at this time.

“Speaking of culture shock, how are you liking Japan so far?” Satoru asked, tapping the screen pad on the edge of the table to order you another drink that he knew you'd be too polite to turn down. You just looked so cute when you were tipsy like this, with your glassy eyes and your slurred speech, it made him wonder if this was how you’d look after a night spent being fucked stupid by both him and Suguru.

He really fucking hoped so…

“It's most certainly been a challenge in a lot of ways.” You openly admitted, the liquor was beginning to hit you and it was making your tongue a little looser. “My hometown is called a city, but Tokyo is on such a completely different level that it may as well be an ant hill by comparison.” The mention of home made tears burn behind your eyes as you suddenly remembered you now had no home to return to.

While you were quietly lost in your morose thoughts, Satoru and Suguru shared a look, one that let the other know they were thinking the exact same thing; that you clearly had way too much on your plate and that they needed to find a way to speed up their plans for you.

“What about the two of you?” You asked, hoping to take their focus off of you for a bit so you could at least stop talking as much and eat your food. “I know you both are also students, but how far into your studies are you?”

Satoru, as expected, beamed at your inquiry and was the first to answer.

“I’m in my fourth year and working towards my bachelor's degree in business and finance so I can take over my family's company.” He said. “I personally never really cared all that much about getting a higher degree of learning, but it was a requirement my parents insisted upon before I can gain my full inheritance.” He shrugged and took a bite of food before continuing. “If I’m being perfectly honest, I’m honestly not even sure if I want to run the business after I graduate.”

“Can I ask how come?”

He shrugged yet again. “The business was always my parents' passion, not mine, so I’m just not entirely too sure if I want to spend the rest of my life working in a profession I have very little interest in.”

You nodded, understanding where he was coming from, not because of any personal experience with such things, but because his reasoning was just so logical.

“If you choose not to, will your parents be upset with you for it?”

“Oh, I’m sure they would be, if they were still alive anyway.” He said, perhaps a bit too casually. “But something tells me that if I do decide to go that route, they'll likely be turning in their graves and cursing me for ruining the good family name.”

He could immediately see that you were shocked by his admission and that you were about to give the customary apology for his loss and for accidentally bringing up such a traumatic event, so he went on speaking before you could get the words out. He appreciated how sweet you were trying to be, but it was completely unnecessary and the last thing he wanted was you feeling bad for him when this date was meant to try and make you feel better and more at ease around the two of them.

“It's alright, Lollipop.” He raised his hand to silence you. “There was no love lost between me and my parents when they died, they made no effort to hide the fact that they only had me as an obligation to carry on their legacy, so I wasn't particularly upset when they passed.”

You didn't know what to say to that honestly.

A part of you suddenly wanted to admit your own trauma to him, to tell him that you also understood what it felt like to be unwanted by your parents, but for you, the loss of them was still too fresh and you couldn't get the words to form on your tongue or lips. It made you wonder which of you had the better circumstances; would this pain be easier to cope with if your parents had been more like Satoru's, distant and cold, rather than allowing you to believe they had and would always love and care for you.

You didn't have an answer for that particular question, and since it was clear that Satoru didn't have an interest in discussing his parents any further, you instead turned to Suguru to move the conversation along.

“What about you?” You asked, nodding in the dark haired man's direction. “What's your story?”

Suguru smiled softly at you. He could see that you were still processing and coming to terms with the loss of your own parents, and it made him want to move around to the other side of the table so he could wrap you up in his arms, so he could assure you that everything was going to be alright now that you had them in your life. He and Satoru would never leave you alone like those two monsters, they would show you what it felt like to be truly loved and cherished by those who could actually appreciate you. Perhaps their newfound infatuation with you was a bit premature, but considering he and Satoru had taken one look at each other when they first met and had known exactly what they were to one another, it didn't come as too much of a surprise that the same thing was now happening with you.

Perhaps his own story would help you better relate to him, much in the same way that Satoru’s seemingly had.

“I’m also in my fourth year, studying for a degree in history, with a minor in philosophy.” He replied, his tone even and smooth. “As for my parents, we lived out in the countryside where they run a local shrine, and I attended high school here in Tokyo on a scholarship, which was how I ended up meeting Satoru.” He cast a soft glance at the white haired beauty beside him and reached for his hand under the table, where Satoru immediately laced their fingers together and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek before he went on speaking. “They disowned me when I was eighteen and they found out about our relationship, citing it as a sin against nature, but I had already long suspected that would be the end result once they learned about us. And while I might have lost my blood relations because of it, me and Satoru have been each other's only family since then and I've never once regretted my decision.”

Something in your chest softened at his words and the lovely picture the two of them made together.

It was very obvious how much they loved each other, fighting like an old married couple one moment and then smiling at one another like lovesick teens, as if the argument never even happened, and it broke your heart to know that neither of them had any family left who could share in that joy with them.

That was one thing you would always be grateful to your parents for; that the two of them had always been so open to alternative lifestyles.

They had raised you to know and understand that just because some people choose to live their lives differently than you, that didn't mean they were in the wrong for those choices. Love came in so many wonderful forms, and as long as all parties were capable of giving full consent, then there really was no wrong way to love someone.

You might have even told them that, and probably regretted it later, had the server not entered with another round of drinks for the three of you.

“I really shouldn't…” You said, just as another yummy cocktail was placed in front of you, but you took a long sip anyway. “I've already drank way more than I usually do, and these can't be cheap.”

“Don't sweat it, Lollipop.” Satoru flippantly waved his hand at you. “Just consider it a celebration to us making new friends and family.” His blue eyes hungrily tracked the way your throat moved as you swallowed down the boozy concoction and the glide of your pink little tongue as you licked your lips clean. “And besides, you said you don't have any classes tomorrow, so why not live a little and have some fun.”

Maybe it was a combination of the stress and the alcohol, or just maybe you were beginning to see the logic of his words, but rather than trying to argue with him about it, you decided to just give in for once and quickly downed the last of your drink before quietly asking for another, much to Satoru's immense glee and Suguru's amusement and slight concern.

“That's our girl!” He cheered loudly. “Let's get you a double on the next one.”

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“Really Satoru?” Suguru chided his other half as he opened the door to their apartment, allowing Satoru and their precious cargo to enter first before quietly closing it behind them. “Was it completely necessary to order her so many drinks? She's going to feel horrible when she wakes up tomorrow.”

Satoru laughed softly, still mindful of how you were currently passed out in his arms, the last thing he wanted was to wake you.

“Probably not, but I’m certainly not complaining about the end result, and I know that you aren't either.” He said, and smiled at the thought of perhaps getting to cuddle you on the couch tomorrow while you slept off the effects of your hangover. “It just means we'll get to take care of her and nurse her back to health until she's feeling better.”

Suguru only shook his head and smiled at his boyfriend's behavior.

You had been swaying haphazardly in your seat by the time the check had been paid and Satoru, the only sober one, had been more than eager to scoop you up into his arms and carry you out to the car princess style, much to your eternal embarrassment and weak protests. But those complaints had quickly been quieted though once you passed out in his arms, your head nestled against his firm chest, much to the obvious jealousy of the restaurant's hostess.

Suguru made a mental note of that, to remind himself to phone the owner tomorrow and mention the girl's rude and inappropriate behavior towards the three of you.

“Go get her tucked into bed in the guest room while I get some water and medicine to leave on the nightstand for her.” He ordered, kissing Satoru softly on the lips before moving to kiss you on the forehead.

“Fine.” Satoru reluctantly relented. “But I still think we should put her in bed with us. It would make for one hell of a hilarious misunderstanding tomorrow.”

Suguru rolled his eyes. “It could also heavily complicate things and make winning her over that much harder, especially if she thinks we can't respect her boundaries.”

If Satoru wasn't currently holding you in his arms he would have been using his hands to imitate Suguru's yapping mouth, but before he could say anything, his lover was already turning around and walking away and he moved to do the same.

Five minutes later, when Suguru entered the first floor guest bedroom after grabbing the necessary items, he was annoyed, but not completely surprised to find that Satoru had completely disregarded his earlier words. Because while the blue eyed brat had pulled back the covers and laid you on the soft queen sized bed, he was also currently crouched over you with his face buried in your neck and one of his hands was underneath your shirts, groping at your chest.

“Satoru…” He groaned in frustration, even as he felt his cock twitch at the sight.

“I can't help it.” Satoru moaned softly, rolling your nipple lightly between his thumb and middle finger. “She smells so good, and then I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, and I just couldn't stop myself.” He ran his wet tongue along your neck, all the way up to your earlobe, which he promptly sucked into his mouth. “She's so soft, and her skin tastes just as good as it smells.”

Suguru had been on his best behavior all day, unlike Satoru, but right now, seeing his two loves together like this, even if you were unconscious and completely unaware of the situation taking place, his restraint finally snapped and he was instantly at your other side before he could talk himself out of it.

He mimicked Satoru's actions, shoving his face into your neck and groaning at the taste of you on his tongue while his other hand slipped beneath your shirt, his long fingers splaying across your bare stomach as he slid further up to cup your naked breast. It was just as soft and supple as the rest of you felt and his cock jerked painfully, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin sliding against his own.

“Told you so.” Satoru taunted him, and just started to contemplate the idea of lifting your baggy shirts so he could finally get an eyeful of what he was currently playing with, maybe perhaps even get his lips wrapped around your sweet little nipple, but then you groaned in your sleep, your head tossing to the side like you might come-to at any moment.

Both men quickly snapped out of their lust addled haze and slowly, but reluctantly, pulled back from the warmth and softness of your body.

“Okay, maybe you were right.” Satoru exhaled, trying to calm his heavy breathing and think straight, a task which was being made twice as hard by the throbbing in his cock, begging him to return to your side and fuck you properly.

“We can't take anymore risks like that, not until we have her more reliant on us.” Suguru nodded in agreement, not that he was any better off than Satoru was. He wanted nothing more than to strip you down to nothing and shove his face between your legs, to fuck you with his tongue until you were wide awake and crying out his name in blissful pleasure.

“Well…” Satoru's tone was positively saccharine in its sweetness as he dragged the word out and moved to step in front of him. “Since we can't have any fun with our girl here, why don't we finish tucking her in, and then you and I can go back to our room and discuss all the ways we plan on getting her absolutely addicted to our cocks.”

Suguru smiled just as wickedly as his partner and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer and grinding their weeping cocks together.

“Satoru, my love, I think you might have just read my mind.”

I hope everyone likes this chapter!

I felt like there was a lot more interaction between Reader and Satoru in this one, but the next chapter it going to have a lot more Suguru, I promise!

Please don't hesitate to share your thoughts with me and let me know if you think I'm doing these characters justice.

#MINORS DNI #gojo satoru #geto suguru #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere jjk #jjk au #fellow writer love

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I can't wait to read this, and chat more about this fic!!!

Like Hoarded Gold (Part 1) Yandere!Gojo/Geto x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not many for this chapter, just the guys being nosy creeps for now.

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.

“Come on, babe.”

Satoru Gojo moaned shamelessly into the kiss he shared with his lifelong friend and romantic partner, Suguru Geto, as he pressed the dark haired man down into the gym mat of the darkened storeroom they had snuck into.

“You're so fucking needy.”

Suguru playfully taunted him, even as he groaned and pawed at the other young man just as desperately, his hands finally finding purchase on Satoru’s hips so he could grind their still clothed and aching erections together.

They’d had a break between lectures and when Satoru had teasingly suggested that the two of them find a quiet spot for a quicky, he had been more than happy to agree, which was how they now found themselves in their current situation; namely, the two of them laid out on an old mat in the storeroom of the college gym, desperately dry-humping one another.

“You're not gonna sound so cocky once I’m balls-deep in your tight fucking ass.” Satoru shot back, nipping his neck hard enough that it was surely going to leave a very noticeable bruise, one he knew Suguru would wear with immense pride and satisfaction.

Suguru’s chuckle was deep and sensual as he reached between them to begin unbuckling his boyfriend's belt and pants, desperate to get his large hands wrapped around Satoru’s fat cock.

“Wanna bet on-”

The door to the storeroom suddenly creaked open and both men instantly froze as dim light from the previously empty gym briefly flooded the space before closing and going dark again.

“Shit!” Satoru whispered harshly into his ear, just loud enough so only he would hear it. “Did a professor or someone else follow us?”

It's not like the two of them had ever tried to hide their relationship from the public, such a thing would have been an impossible endeavor anyway, what with how affectionate and touchy Satoru could be most of the time. But even with their relationship being public knowledge, it still hadn't stopped the occasional creeper or fame-chaser from trying to catch them in compromising situations, usually to try and extort the white haired young man for a cut of his rather impressively large fortune and inheritance.

With the unexpected death of his parents only four years prior, and Satoru being their only child, he had been the sole beneficiary to the Gojo family's vast wealth and assets, and while he still had to graduate college first before he could receive the entirety of his inheritance in full, the monthly stipend he received every month to fund their lifestyle until then was certainly nothing to sneeze at.

But it also had the unfortunate drawback of painting a big red bullseye on his back, and subsequently Suguru’s as well, one that led some people to think that they would be an easy target for some quick cash if a compromising photo could be taken and dangled over their heads.

“Just stay quiet for now.” Suguru replied, then tenderly kissed Satoru's cheek with the kind of affection he knew would leave the Gojo heir blushing. “If they try anything, I'll be the one to handle it.”

And he meant it to, he had already beat the shit out of a few creeps for trying this kind of shit, and would be more than willing to do so again if it came down to it.

Satoru was his, and he would always have his back, just like he knew Satoru would always have his.

The two of them, thankfully, were tucked away in a corner of the storeroom behind some stacked boxes of equipment, so they would see anyone that came around the corner, but when no one came, the two of them slowly rose to their feet to take a peek around, wondering if maybe the individual actually hadn't stuck around and left when the door shut.

But there, leaning against the wall next to the door was a young girl, one who both men briefly recognized as a first year, more specifically, she was a foreign exchange student who they just so happened to share one or two classes with this semester.

You had your phone drawn up to your ear and seemed to be calling the same number repeatedly as your expression grew more and more frantic every time the person(s) on the other end failed to pick up.

“The fuck?” Satoru silently mouthed as they looked at one another, confusion written all over each other's faces, but Suguru was just as lost as his partner and only shook his head at him.

He now suspected that you had no idea you weren't alone in here, which meant that you weren't a threat, so his posture had relaxed once more, but now he was also fairly curious as to what had brought you here, and who you were so desperately trying to get ahold of.

And based on the noticeable gleam in Satoru's bright blue eyes, Suguru knew he was also just as curious.

And then, as if their nosiness had triggered something on the other end of your phone, they suddenly heard your voice speak, your tone sounding both relieved and panicked as words, in what they were able to tell was English, began tumbling out of your mouth in fast succession.

The only problem however, was that neither of them knew enough of the language to be able to piece full sentences together.

“Oh come on!” Satoru quietly groaned in exasperation.

He knew enough to be able to pick out a few words here and there; words like ‘no’ and ‘please’ and ‘wait’, which you seemed to be repeating quite often as your voice grew more and more panicked, but eventually, whoever was on the other end must have abruptly ended the call, because you stopped talking as the phone slowly slid from your slackened grip and fell to the floor with a loud enough crash that he knew without even seeing it that the damn things screen was likely shattered to bits from the impact with the concrete flooring.

You looked so sad and heartbroken in that moment, and before either man knew what was happening, you dropped to your knees with a sickening thud that left both of them wincing. Your knees were most definitely going to be in a world of hurt once you finally managed to pull yourself out of whatever dark hole that conversation had thrown you into.

And then came the wailing…

The sounds that came pouring out of you were absolutely gut wrenching, and despite not knowing anything about you, not even your name, it took everything Satoru and Suguru had to stop themselves from going to you and demanding what it was that had caused this.

You had your arms wrapped so tightly around yourself, like you would fall to pieces if you weren't holding yourself together in that lonely embrace, and you were sobbing so hard that they both feared you might actually make yourself sick if you didn't get your breathing under control.

“What do you think we should do?” Suguru whispered.

Satoru didn't once take his eyes off you as he shook his head in uncertainty.

“I honestly don't know.” He answered. “We would probably just make things worse if we suddenly pop out and she learns we've been here this whole time.”

Suguru had to agree, and as much as it killed him to stand back and let your trauma unfold like this, he knew that Satoru was right.

Neither of them completely understood why they had this unexplainable urge to go to you, someone who was a complete and total stranger, but it was a matter they were going to have to ponder together and discuss at great length before making any solid decisions on.

But for now, they simply had to let the situation run its natural course and hope for the best, even if waiting and patience was never either of their strong suits.

And so they did.

They waited for almost thirty minutes, watching and listening to the sound of your very soul shattering as you cried yourself into exhaustion before you eventually managed to pick yourself back up off the floor and slowly and silently exit the storage space. Neither of them failed to notice the dead expression on your face or how utterly lifeless your eyes appeared to be, and both men knew it had little to do with the poor lighting from the few small windows sprinkled along the walls near the ceiling.

And only once they were certain they were alone again did both Satoru and Suguru finally release the breath neither of them realized they were simultaneously holding.

“Fucking hell…” Satoru groaned and slumped down to the floor to sit on his haunches. “What was that all about?” He asked, looking up at Suguru through feather soft lashes.

Suguru leaned back against the wall across from him and let out his own sigh of frustration.

He didn't understand what this feeling was or where it was coming from, but it was taking all his restraint not to go chasing after you, to make certain you didn't do anything foolish.

Perhaps it had something to do with seeing you in such a vulnerable state when you thought you were completely alone…

He had seen plenty of his friends in bad moods or had been a shoulder for them to cry on when they were stressed and upset, but he had never seen anyone in real life break apart so uncontrollably the way you had just now; not even Satoru after the death of his parents, if one could even call those two absent shit-stains by the title of parent.

“I don't know.” He whispered. “Maybe she has a significant other back home and they got into a fight or something?”

He saw the darkened look that flashed across Satoru's face and knew immediately that the thought of that prospect didn't settle with him any better than it did with Suguru himself.

“Or someone she knows could have gotten hurt, or even died.” Satoru casually stated, and wondered what it must have said about him that he hoped it was that and not Suguru's option.

This was not what either of them had expected to deal with today, not that anyone could have predicted it, but now that they had witnessed what you obviously must have thought was a moment of extreme vulnerability, their interest was thoroughly piqued and he knew that neither he nor Suguru would be able to walk away and just forget about it so easily.

At the very least, he wanted to know the details of the situation, even if they couldn't do anything about it to help you in the end, because if he didn't, then those mournful cries of yours would follow him for a long time, possibly forever, and he wasn't entirely sure he could stay sane if the burning question of it wasn't answered.

“Come on, let's go home for the rest of the day and figure out what we want to do.” Suguru said, and held his hand out to help his boyfriend rise to his feet. “There's no point in attending any more of our classes today if neither of us will be able to properly concentrate.”

It wasn't until they were almost to the door that something caught Satoru's attention and he had to pause for a moment to thank the heavens for his good fortune, because there was your shattered phone, still laying on the ground where it had originally dropped.

“It must be our lucky day, babe.” He said with a grin, bending down to pick up the device.

“I'm not too surprised, the poor thing was practically catatonic when she left, and a broken phone was probably the last thing on her mind.” Suguru wrapped his arms around Satoru's middle and rested his chin in the crook of his neck to look over his shoulder and watch him gingerly tap at the screen. “Maybe we could use returning it as an excuse to talk to her?” He suggested, but dismissed the idea just as quickly when he realized that would mean needing to explain how they found it and how they knew it was yours.

Satoru nodded his head absentmindedly, already knowing that he and Suguru had likely reached the same conclusion on that option, but he had one that might prove to be a bit more useful to them in the long run, especially as the lock screen lit up and showed both men that it was only the protective cover over the screen that was shattered. The sturdy case and screen protector had spared it from any true damage, and as he stared at the picture you had set of you and what appeared to be your parents at your high school graduation ceremony, he couldn't help but feel that fate was too good a word to describe this opportunity, and it had to mean something so much more.

“Let's stop by a cell-phone store on the way home.” He suggested, before pocketing the device and turning to give his boyfriend a conspiratorial wink and smile. “I have an idea of my own that I think you'll like a whole lot more.”

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Later on that night, Satoru and Suguru found themselves snuggled up together on the couch that faced the large wall of windows in their penthouse apartment that overlooked the Tokyo city skyline.

When the two of them had first graduated high school together nearly four years earlier and started apartment hunting together, they had immediately been sold on this particular property, located in Minato, based solely on the views it provided of the city at night, and naturally, with Satoru being who he was, they ended up with the absolute best the building had to offer, right at the very top on the 45th floor.

It had already come fully furnished at the time they had first moved in, but over the course of their almost four year residency, they had slowly replaced everything with pieces that were more suited to their own tastes and preferences.

That was one thing that he loved so much about Satoru, despite the apartment being in his name and the money from his monthly stipends paying for everything they had, his boyfriend never made him feel less than for not being able to contribute more than his ability to cook and help clean. Satoru always told him that the money was just as much his, and had even gone so far as to get Suguru's name put on the account and debit/credit cards of his very own so he never had to ask for money.

Satoru, for all his childish tendencies and spoiled entitlement, saw the two of them as equal partners in their relationship, and did everything he possibly could to show him that at every opportunity.

But the greatest gift of all, besides just being in his life, had been in the form of his college expenses.

Satoru had always been destined to attend his parents alma mater, the University of Tokyo, but for Suguru, with his poorer background and lack of financial resources, despite his excellent grades and a long list of extracurriculars that had earned him a full scholarship to the elite high school they had both attended, the prestigious university had always felt more like a far off and unattainable dream as he'd sent in his application for it, and half a dozen other more affordable and realistic schools.

Schools that were far enough away that it would have seen him and Satoru separated and likely to break up.

So when, mere days after his parents' funeral, Satoru had expressed a keen desire to pay for his tuition entirely from his own pocket, just to help him achieve his dreams and keep them from being separated, Suguru had known then and there that the white haired young man was the one for him.

It wasn't about the money though, Suguru had never given a single thought to asking his, admittedly very wealthy boyfriend, for financial assistance. It was Satoru's genuine desire to help him and not lose each other that had cemented it in his mind that they were it for one another; that, come hell or high water, he would fight tooth and nail to keep what they had, and Satoru had been more that eager to share the sentiment.

And now, here they were, making what might be one of the biggest decisions of their life together as they scrolled through your now deactivated phone, and seething with rage at what they were learning.

“You're reading the same thing as me, right? I’m not misinterpreting this?” Satoru asked through clenched teeth.

Suguru's mood wasn't much better as he took the phone from his boyfriend's tightening grip to read the translated email more closely.

“No, you're not.”

After leaving campus for the day, the first thing they had done was drive to a small electronics store on the outskirts of the city to have your phone deactivated. And thankfully, with the help of a very hefty bribe, the creep working the shady storefront had been more than happy to ignore the questionable ethics of forcefully disconnecting and resetting the password on a phone that clearly didn't belong to either of the men asking for it to be done, and in less than thirty minutes, the two had been on their merry way back home.

It had been Suguru's idea to run everything on your phone through a translator app so they could try and figure out what was going on with you, and while they both felt a mild sense of guilt over snooping so deeply into your private life, they told themselves it was for your own good, that they were only trying to help.

The translations were by no means perfect, but both men were smart enough to read between the lines and mentally fix whatever errors there were in the process, and while your text messages had been a bust, with most of them being fairly quick and concise, your emails proved to be much more fruitful.

And rage inducing…

Satoru had been right in assuming that whatever had brought on your traumatic breakdown had to do with your family, but if what they were reading had any kind of truth to it, which neither of them were truly doubting, then it was so much worse than just someone you knew and loved dying on you.

The email in question was from your mother and read as followed;

(Y/N), I know this will come as a tremendous shock to you whenever you read this, and I need you to understand that me and your father are not making this decision to be cruel to you, but you are no longer a child, you are a grown woman on her own at college, in another country no less, and I feel like I should be allowed to be honest with you about the changes both our lives are about to take.

I think you are well aware by now that having you was not a choice neither I nor your father made willingly, you were a genuine accident, and while we care about you and want you to succeed more than anything, you are grown now and fully capable of no longer needing us. Me and your father put our dreams and desires on hold and raised you for nineteen years, and now it is time for us to be allowed to live our lives how we see fit. We have already sold the house and all but its most important items, all of your belongings have been packed up and moved to a storage unit that I have provided the number for down below. It has been paid off for the next six months while you decide how and what to do with it, but this is the final assistance we will give you, as we need all the money we can spare to begin our new lives elsewhere.

I know this is going to be very hard for you to understand, but your father and I were free spirits before we had you, travel and adventure was our life, and while we did our due diligence upon having you, I won't lie and say that you were our greatest joy. Having to be tied down to one place for so long in order to give you the stability you required, it killed us a little inside with each year that passed, and now that we are finally free, we feel it is best we no longer keep in contact with you going forward. It will only serve to remind us of a time we no longer want to think about, and it will only give you false hope in the end that things could go back to your perceived version of normal, and that is not fair to any of us.

We will be replacing our phones and numbers at the end of the week, so feel free to call us anytime between now and then if you have anything to say or add.

And please, take care of yourself and live your life to the fullest.

That was where the email ended.

It had been sent less than 24 hours ago, and a quick check of your call log showed them that your parents were indeed the last people you had tried calling, your mother having been the one to finally pick up and respond to your, now understandably, very frantic calls earlier in the storage room.

“What kind of sorry excuse for a mother would do this to their own child?” Satoru asked, his voice as cold and icy as his eyes and hair. “My parents were shit at being parents, and even they would have never done something as cruel and heartless as this.”

Suguru nodded in complete agreement as he reread the words on the screen again for a third time, and had to fight down every urge he had to punch this awful woman's number into his own phone and give her a piece of his mind.

“The only kind of people who could do this with as little remorse as she seems to have, are the kind that should have never been allowed to conceive in the first place.” The dark haired man responded, and draped an arm over his loves shoulders for comfort.

The two sat in silence for a long while after that, slowly processing everything they had learned, and in that time, Satoru had opened up your photo gallery for them to look through, idly scrolling through picture after picture, wanting to understand you further and gain insight into who you were. They started from the oldest ones at the very top, which seemed to date back three years, and while you seemed more interested in taking pictures of other people and the things and places around you, when a photo of yourself did eventually pop up every now and then, it always blindsided then how joyful and happy you seemed, especially in contrast with how they had seen you earlier, so sad and broken.

“So, what do we do now, Suguru?”

Suguru sighed, having known they would eventually have to discuss this.

“I know we were mostly just curious to find out what was the cause of her breakdown earlier, but now that we know the whole story, I don't think I can just leave this situation alone.” He said, and felt Satoru relax beside him, that was enough to tell him that his partner felt the same as him.

“Normally, I'd say that destiny and fate can suck my fat cock, but I don't feel like it was just mere coincidence that led to us being in that storage room with her today, it was definitely something more.” Satoru said, his confidence returning in full force as he stared down at a picture of your bright and smiling face, wishing more than anything that they could see it in person. “So who better to help a poor damsel in distress than the two best equipped guys in the city; we have the money, the means, and the time to show her were on her side.”

“I couldn't have said it better myself.” Suguru chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Now the only question is how do we proceed and make it happen?”

Satoru flashed him that signature too confident grin as he leaned back into his arms and pulled out his own phone.

“Don't worry, I got us covered on that front.” He said, scrolling through his minimal contacts to find the one he needed. “She might not figure it out right away, but our girl isn't going to know what to do with herself once she realizes she's got two knights in shining armor looking out for her.”

I've recently gotten really into JJK and since I'm not really feeling the motivation to write for any of my other fics at the moment, here is the newest idea that is rotting my brain from the inside out.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

#MINORS DNI #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk #yandere jjk #yandere gojo #yandere geto #fellow writer love

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talpup · 4 months

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As a courtesy for my fellow writers who still post their work, please, please, PLEASE don't leave comments like this:

When someone comments "It's a wonderful story, but I think it needs some small adjustments" and then proceeds to change EVERYTHING about your fic...

I mean, it's possible that they didn't know they were changing the literal freaking plot of my fic with their "adjustments" since their comment was on the first freaking chapter of the fic; but still... PLEASE read the tags and learn what 'cannon divergent' means.

And here I was thinking that I would give posting my work one more chance in the new year. Forget it. I'm glad I'm out and keeping my writing to myself; it's just not worth the work of editing to share if the handful of comments that I get are like this.

#fanfic #readers #writers #please don't leave comments like this

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talpup · 6 months

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Man, oh man!.!.!. This was the best surprise! I can NOT wait to devour this one. And trust me, my friend, I don't care how long we've had to wait or how long you might make us wait in the future, it is ALWAYS worth it.

All That Led Us Here (Part 10) Yandere!Overhaul x Fem!Reader

Part 9 TBC in Part 11

Summary: Orphaned at the tender age of six, you are taken in and raised by the Head of the Shie Hassaikai, along with his young son, Kai, who takes a strange and immediate interest in you, to an almost obsessive degree… one that only seems to grow as the years go by. A life with him and the yakuza is all you’ve ever known, but is it all you really want? Kai would certainly have you believe so, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you never question it.

Other Warnings: Trigger warnings, emotional and mental manipulation, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, sexual themes, extreme dub-con, non-con, nsfw and smut, codependency that borders on Stockholm syndrome, dark themes, 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.

“Let me know if it feels too tight, Angel, or if it starts to tug on your hair.” Kai said as he finished tying off the knot behind your head.”I want you to be as comfortable and relaxed as possible, so you need to be open and communicate with me, understand?”

You bit your lip nervously and nodded your head, but for some reason, that form of confirmation wasn’t what he wanted, and you felt his grip on you tighten ever so slightly.

“Words, Angel. I need you to give me direct responses when I ask you a question.” Kai said firmly, wishing that he could reach up and pull your hair a bit, but he knew that it was far too soon for that sort of thing. “Now, do you understand?”

He was right, the loss of your sight made his touch feel even hotter, like a brand against your skin, and his voice rumbled through you as he pressed his broad and muscled chest against your back. It was a nerve wracking sensation, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t just the slightest bit frightening, but you pushed that feeling down and instead chose to focus on the still throbbing ache between your legs.

“Y-Yes, Kai, I understand.” You replied, your tongue slipping out to moisten your dry lips.

“That’s my good girl.” Kai smiled when he felt the way you shivered under his praise and kissed the space between your shoulders. Both of his hands left your hips and slipped around to your front so he could grope at your perky breasts, his thumbs and forefingers pinching and twisting your nipples with a bit more force then what you had grown accustomed to. The carnal sound that left your lips was somewhere between a moan and a cry, and the way you arched forward caused your pretty ass to grind back against his aching cock.

“I want to fuck you so bad, (Y/N).” He groaned, and continued to roll your bottom against his own straining arousal. “I want to bury my cock so deep inside of you that it’ll leave my cum leaking out of you for days afterwards.” He admitted to you while the rocking motion he set never ceased.

Those words, as filthy and wrong as they sounded, had you clenching down on nothing as a needy whine came up out of your mouth. You always hated the feel of his warm slimy cum on your skin, and even more so when it was sliding down your throat after he shoved himself down your esophagus. But for some inexplicable reason, the thought of that warm milky substance filling up the most sensitive area of your body had you squirming in Kai’s grasp while you felt your thighs become even slicker.

You had no idea why that thought turned you on so much, but you hoped and prayed that Kai wouldn’t notice it. It was just too embarrassing!

But notice it he did…

Kai was so sidetracked by the feel of your body against his own that he almost missed the high pitched whine that escaped your lips, but he just barely managed to catch it, and when he realized why, he couldn’t help himself; he just had to tease you about it, just a little bit.

“Oh?!” He gleefully expressed, his voice sounding smug and so very excited. “Do you actually like the sound of that, Angel?” Maybe the prospect of getting you to beg for his cum wouldn’t be such a challenge after all.

You licked at your dry lips and with only the slightest bit of hesitation, you nodded. Tonight was about being bold and trying to make this new aspect of your relationship with Kai work. So rather than shying away from the things you were feeling and desiring, you instead chose to embrace them with the hope of becoming more confident for the future.

Kai all but purred at your admission and pinched your nipples a little harder as his mind grew foggy with pleasure. This is what he had been wanting all along. Your eager and willing participation was all he’d ever wanted since the moment he stepped into your room that night on your birthday, and now that he had it, he knew he would never be able to go back to pretending that he didn’t notice how uncomfortable you truly were with all of this. Right then and there, he made a vow to himself that he would do whatever it took this night to make sure you became just as addicted to this pleasure as he was.

“Is that right?” He whispered in your ear while he humped himself against that sweet perfect ass of yours. “Does my sweet little angel like the idea of being pumped full with Daddy’s thick milky cum?”

Upon hearing that, you both froze…

Kai knew he fucked up the moment those words left his mouth and he instantly started to backtrack in an effort to fix the mistake. He really hadn’t meant to say that, it just slipped out in the heat of the moment, and though he didn’t regret it, he knew that he had taken the teasing way too far this time. He had long ago realized he had a… particular fetish, when it came to you and had kept it a secret because he knew that you would never go for it, but without thinking, it had just slipped out in the heat of the moment, and now he was terrified that all of this progress he had just made with you was going to be sent right down the proverbial drain.

“K-Kai…” You spoke his name nervously, completely thrown off by that comment. It had never occurred to you to call him by anything other than his name, and you were only now beginning to realize just how seriously he took

his job as your “caretaker”. “I-I’m not so sure how I feel about s-saying that…” You said, completely on edge and worried that he would get upset at your refusal and make you say it anyway.

But, just as that worry was really ramping up, an idea suddenly came to you, one that you hoped could soften the blow, provided he was willing to go along with it that is.

“I am so sorry, Angel!” He hastily said, desperate to do some damage control before this entire night went to shit. “It just slipped out, I promise it won’t happen aga-”

“B-But…” You cut him off abruptly.

Kai immediately stopped his rambling apology and went silent for a moment.

That one word had completely thrown him for a loop and now he had no idea how to proceed. He was expecting you to want to forget this moment entirely and move on with the night, but just like with your desire to actually have him restrain you and tie you up, you were once again surprising him in the most pleasant of ways, and he was left nearly speechless because of it.

You took his silence as an invitation to continue speaking.

“Wh-What if I were… were to call you something else in-instead?” You said, fumbling and tripping over the words. “I’m not comfortable calling you th-that.” You couldn’t even bring yourself to say the word because it felt so unnatural and downright wrong. “But, maybe we could try something… something else?”

If you could have seen Kai’s face at that moment, you would have been fighting off hysterical laughter. His eyes were blown wide and his jaw was hanging open, his mouth had gone dry from shock as his brain tried to process this new and addicting bolder side of you. He had only ever dreamed of you behaving like this for him, having thought that it would take years of time and patience to work you up to this level of confidence. He thought he knew everything about you, inside and out, but just like always, here you were surprising him, even now.

“W-What…” He swallowed to wet his parched mouth and stumbled to get his bearings back. “What did you have in mind, Angel?

You worried your lip between your teeth, honestly wondering if this was a good idea or if Kai would even go for it, but tried to remind yourself that he just seemed grateful you were trying to participate in the first place. You wanted to make him happy, and if giving into this caretaker kink of his would do that, then you wanted to find a way to make it enjoyable for the both of you. You did have something in mind, and while it would still be a tad bit embarrassing, it wasn’t near as uncomfortable as calling him Daddy.

You just hoped he’d approve of your choice.

You took a deep breath to steady your nerves before uttering your suggestion.

“What if I call you, S-Sir, instead?” You stuttered on it a bit, but overall felt more confident in your decision when you felt his cock twitching behind the material of his pants. That was enough to tell you that he was at least interested in the idea.

When you first started to experiment with masturbation, you, unfortunately, had no female friends or relatives to talk to about it. The thought of going to Kai was incredibly mortifying for a varying number of reasons, and going to Pops or any of the other guys would have been just as equally humiliating, so you eventually had to figure it out for yourself. And after looking at some articles online, one tip that kept popping up was the suggestion to go and look up porn for reference, so you did just that. It had been incredibly uncomfortable at first, but it had done the job. However, one of the videos you had clicked on, and was subsequently the one that gave you this idea in the first place, had been of a couple, and at one point the woman in the recording had called her partner ‘Sir’ as she kneeled in front of him and kissed the head of his pierced cock.

Kai moaned and pressed his forehead between your shoulder blades as he fought to try and keep his raging hormones under control.

The sound of your sweet little voice calling him something like that was almost too much for him to handle, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. He would have still preferred to hear you call him ‘Daddy’, but this was a very close second, and he couldn’t have possibly been more turned on than he was right in that moment. He knew that none of this was easy for you and that you still had your reservations about all these new facets of yours and his relationship, so the fact that this was an idea completely of your own making was just an added bonus for him, and it completely reaffirmed his belief that the two of you were born for one another, that you were his soulmate.

Now he needed to show you just how grateful he was for your participation and trust in him.

“I think I could really get used to hearing you call me that.” He whispered, and gave the lobe of your ear a sharp little nip that left you gasping and arching back into his embrace. “In fact, I like hearing you say it so much that I don’t want you calling me anything else for the rest of the night.” He said, smirking into your neck when he heard all the adorable sounds you were making for him. “Do you understand me, Angel?”

Unbeknownst to Kai, a genuine smile had taken over your face upon realizing how happy your idea had made him, and in another bold act of confidence, you slowly leaned your head back until you could just make out the shape of his own ear with your lips, and in the most sultry voice you could muster, you whispered to him.

“Yes, Sir.”

The moment those two little words left your mouth, you felt Kai shift, and all of a sudden you found yourself in a completely new position. With your arms totally restricted and the fact that you were still blindfolded, it took a few seconds for you to get your bearings back, but once the disorientation wore off and you could feel what he had done, you felt a good chunk of all that newfound confidence instantly leave you.

You were now laying down across his lap, with your torso draped over his strong thighs, the rough material of his pants scraping against the sensitive skin of your breasts and nipples, teasing them into such tight little points that it left your eyes watering for a second.

Kai could immediately sense the change in your demeanor the moment you tensed up, and he quickly set about trying to soothe you. He needed this to work, and he knew it never would if you were too frightened and on edge to really let yourself enjoy it.

“Shh… it’s alright, Angel.” He whispered softly, his hand rubbing your back in gentle circles. “I promise you’ll enjoy this, but I’m going to need you to calm yourself down first before we can start.” His hand was already itching to swat your perky little ass, but he refrained for the time being so as not to startle you.

You gulped down the nervous lump in your throat before asking the question that you suspected you already knew the answer too, but wanted to hear him say it all the same. “Wh-What is it exactly that you have in mind K-… Sir?”

You couldn’t see it , but Kai’s answering smirk was nothing but self-satisfied. He had known you’d ask this question from the very start, and he was more than eager to let you in on his little game if got things moving.

“Well, my angel, when I got back this evening, I noticed that you didn’t exactly do what I told you to do before I left.” The touch on your back had changed, no longer was it meant to soothe and comfort you, now it was meant to seduce. “You fell asleep in my bed and wore my shirt like a good girl, just like you were supposed to do, but I very distinctly remember telling you that you were to wear nothing but the shirt.”

You could hear the giddiness in his tone and behind the material of his pants, you could feel his cock twitching against your stomach. You weren’t entirely sure how to respond to that, and on impulse, you did something that you had never done before with Kai.

You lied to him…

“I-I didn’t mean to.” You whispered softly. “I just… I was planning on it, but I fell asleep without even noticing.”

Kai huffed in response, his hand moving just a little bit further down your back with every second that ticked away. He knew you were lying to him,and a small fraction of his incredibly good mood soured a bit at the realization, but he refrained from revealing that to you.

“I believe you, Angel.” He lied in return. “But that just begs the question?”

You really didn’t like the sound of that.

“What q-question?” You asked, waiting nervously to hear the answer you had already correctly assumed.

“How am I going to make sure you remember never to let it happen again.” He replied, his hand having finally made it to its destination to rest on one of your round little ass cheeks. “Naughty girls like you, who don’t listen to their men, deserve to be punished after all. Don’t you agree?”

And with that, before you could even get a word out to protest, it had begun…

The first quick smack he delivered to your left cheek wasn’t necessarily all that hard, but it was sharp, and such a foreign sensation that you couldn’t contain the indignant squeal you let out, even if you’d tried. It stung, and left a tingling sensation on your skin in the seconds after it happened. It wasn’t necessarily a ‘bad’ feeling, but you were left feeling unsure on whether or not you had actually enjoyed it.

As soon as Kai had bent you over his knees, you had immediately suspected what it was he had planned for you, and it was subsequently confirmed when he began mentioning how you had failed to completely follow the instructions he’d given you before leaving for the bar this evening. Shockingly though, you weren’t outright opposed to the idea of being spanked by him, especially since you had long suspected that Kai would want to try it someday, you just wished that he had discussed it with you beforehand.

“Oh, fuuuuuck…”

You had never heard him make a sound like that before, not once in all your life. It was like a cross between a prayer and a moan, and it left you feeling rather smug that all it took to get a reaction like that from him was for you to lay across his lap and let him whack your bottom a bit. Even the first time you sucked his cock hadn’t elicited a response like that.

Kai had no real words to describe just how monumentally sexy that was; not just the sound you made, but the way it felt. How your body jerked and tensed up against his lap from the sharp contact, how your soft ass felt when his hand connected with the plump globe, and even how his own hand was left radiating with a slight tingling sensation afterwards. It was all so much better than any fantasy he had ever concocted about the act, there was simply no comparison.

“That one was just a test, Angel.” He announced teasingly. “From now on, I want you to count out each one I give you, and if you miss a number or fail to respond in a timely manner, then you have to start the count all over again. Do you understand?”

You hesitated for only a second. “Y-Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“That’s my good girl.” Kai purred, letting his fingertips trace feather-light circles on your rear. “My sweet, perfect, submissive, little angel.

The words of praise sent another wave of arousal chorusing through you, and when his hand made contact a second time, this time on the right cheek, you didn’t even try to hold in the moan that came pouring out over your lips. You did however almost forget to count it aloud, but managed to get the word out before Kai could consider it to be too long of a pause.

“One.”

The second and third slaps followed in quick succession and this time there was little to no hesitation on your part. Each one was accompanied by a moan from you and a twitching of Kai’s cock, both of you relishing in the pleasure you were able to give one another from just these simple little acts.

Kai had already decided that he’d only make you count to fifteen this first time around, as he had no interest in causing you any real discomfort or negatively overwhelming you, but he saw no need to inform you of that, or to let it end so soon.

You were moaning so sweetly for him, and he wondered just how wet your pussy was now.

“You’re doing so good for me, (Y/N).” He purred, and wedged his hand between your legs to drag his middle finger through your folds, and just as he expected, you were absolutely fucking soaked for him. “How about I give you a little treat to show you my thanks before we continue?”

You gasped at the unexpected touch and writhed shamelessly across his lap. The touch was so light, but considering how sensitive and horny you already were, it felt just as strong as his palm making contact with your ass.

“Please, Sir…” You whimpered and begged, already desperately wanting his fingers pumping in and out of you instead of the tentative stroking and flicking he was starting with.

Kai knew exactly what you wanted, and he’d give it to you all in good time, but not just yet, not until you finished counting out your punishment for disobeying him earlier.

He rubbed your clit with the tiniest bit of pressure he could apply while still making sure you could feel it before slipping it back down to your wet entrance to slide it inside of you. It was only far enough to reach the first knuckle, so it wasn’t very much, just enough to remind you of what he could offer you, so long as you behaved and did as you were told. But if the way you whimpered and convulsed was any indication, it appeared to be more than enough for the time being as he slid it in and out.

You weren’t sure how it was possible, but even without the full length of his finger inside of you, hitting your g-spot, this was doing a fine job of working you up towards your second orgasm of the night. But just as it was cresting, just as you were about to fall off that much desired precipice, Kai suddenly stopped and pulled his hand away.

The unexpectedness of it left you reeling and you almost wept in frustration and opened your mouth to beg him for more when the next collision of his hand against your ass occurred.

It happened so suddenly, and with it following so close behind your impending release, it felt so much more powerful than the others. You cried out loudly at the contact, jerking in his lap and shaking like a leaf, but you still remembered to count it out as the fourth one. Your voice was quiet, but at least you had remembered to say it unprompted, and without delay.

“Good girl.” He praised you, rubbing a soothing stroke against the stinging spot. “You’re being so sweet and obedient for me.”

And that’s how it went for the next few minutes; one or two smacks to your ass, and Kai fingering you in between, each time adding a bit more of his finger to reward you for remembering to follow his instructions.

But by the time he landed the tenth blow, the sting radiating from your pained ass was beginning to override the pleasure it had originally brought on. You didn’t think you could take another one and now wanted it to stop, it had been far more enjoyable than you had anticipated, and you certainly wouldn’t object to taking part in it again once in a while, but you were ready to call in the towel this time around.

“S-Sir?” You called out his name in a shaking whisper.

“Yes, Angel?” He asked a moment later, sounding distracted and just a little manic. “What is it?”

You briefly inhaled, taking in a long deep breath before slowly releasing it.

“I’m ready to stop now.” You admitted, and then shyly added, just to help appease him. “I want to suck your c-cock, please.”

You silently waited for him to make good on his promise to stop the moment you asked him to, but with each passing second that went by without any reaction or response from him, dread and hurt began to swirl inside of you like a noxious poison as the reality of the situation creeped up on you.

“Kai?” You whispered his name so slowly, terror tightening your tone in a way it never had before with him.

And when he did finally speak, what he had to say shattered your heart, as well as all that newfound confidence, into a million tiny pieces.

“Now why would you want us to stop so soon, Angel?” He said in a low menacing drawl, just as his fingers made their way back inside of you. “You still have five more to finish counting out, and I still have to make you cum before the end of it.”

You moaned again, even as hot angry tears welled up in your eyes, but they were quickly absorbed by the material covering them, still blocking out the use of your sight as you wriggled in vain, trying to roll off of him. His hold on you and the binding around your wrists was too strong though, and all you did in the end was exhaust yourself.

“You promised me!” You demanded through gut wrenching sobs, still struggling to get away from him. “Let me go right now you fucking ba-” Your hateful words were cut off on a gag as a wadded up silk tie was suddenly shoved inside of your mouth, muffling you cries of outrage and protest.

Kai couldn’t say he was surprised that it had come to this, but you had forced his hand and made him do it. You were upset, and while he could sort of understand why, it was an overreaction on your part that he wasn’t willing to indulge you in any longer. He couldn’t just let you continue to speak that way to him, to say such awful things to him. It wasn’t his fault that you had willfully chosen to misinterpret his agreement to your request, and it certainly wasn’t his fault that you were now in a panic over it.

You were just overwhelmed by all the new sensations and didn’t know how to handle them properly yet, that was the only reason you were acting this way. Once he gave you the climax he’d been building you up towards, you would relax and realize just how ridiculous your current behavior was. So if you wanted to continue acting like a feral brat, then fine, he’d let you throw your little hissy-fit all you wanted, but he wasn’t about to let your soured attitude ruin this for him any further.

The fact that you were currently utterly helpless and at his mercy was completely clouding his mind and judgment, sending him on a kind of power trip he’d never experienced before. He couldn’t explain why, or maybe he just wasn’t ready to fully acknowledge the reasoning behind it, but seeing you struggling like this, teeth bared and bristling with so much rage and passion, it was doing something for him that he hadn’t ever felt before now. He liked it, he liked it a lot, and when he pulled his fingers out of your slick wet cunt to quickly deliver two more swift and solid slaps against the burning skin of your ass, this time angling his hand at an upward slant as he did so, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the way you squealed around the gag in your mouth.

“You can’t hide anything from me, Angel.” He said, and took a fistful of your hair in his hand to yank your head back, not violently, but just enough to make you whimper. “I know you like this just as much as I do, even if that filthy mouth of yours wants to lie to me, your greedy little cunt is telling me an entirely different story.”

Shaking your head in denial was a challenge with the way his fingers were digging into your hair, but you managed, and you were instantly “rewarded” for the defiant act with two more sharp blows to your already throbbing backside, but you refused to cry out this time.

You didn’t know who this violent man was, but you knew for a fact that he wasn’t your Kai. Your Kai would never treat you like this, would never hurt and degrade you, would never break your trust and heart the way this person was. Your Kai was forever sweet and thoughtful, a bit pushy at times, but always with the intention of making you happy and joyful. The one currently fucking you with his fingers, making you scream and moan like a shameless whore, was just a monster wearing his face.

Maybe your Kai had never really existed at all…

“Cum for me, Angel.” He ordered you, his voice so gruff that he didn’t even sound human anymore as he delivered the final strike, the sound so loud that it seemed to hover in the air like a whining whistle.

“Cum for me like a dirty little slut.”

And you did, you came so violently and so loudly that you were positive you must have blacked out for a few moments as you squirted and squelched all over his hand, his lap, and even the floor. You might have even pissed yourself for all you knew, there was just so much liquid coming out of you that you couldn’t be entirely certain.

And once you were done, once your mind came back fully, and the onslaught of painful tremors had subsided, leaving your muscles feeling limp and lifeless, only then did Kai remove the gag from your dry and gasping mouth to let you breathe properly. That was quickly followed by the removal of the tie around your eyes, and finally, the one binding your wrists together. They were so numb, and all you could do was let them fall limply to the floor while you waited for the feeling to return to them.

Kai was talking now, murmuring soft praises and trying to soothe you with words of false comfort that you let go in one ear and out the other as he pulled you up to sit on his lap like a lifeless doll.

You didn’t know how the two of you would ever come back from this, if such a thing were even possible at this point. He had done something you couldn’t help but view as an unforgivable betrayal. He had broken his promise to you, not just the one that he had made to you tonight, but also the one that you wore around your neck.

I vow to always take care of you.

Were those words a lie?

Was your entire life and relationship with him all one big fabrication meant to keep you complacent so he could use you for his own sick depravity?

Did you ever really mean anything to him?

Did he even really love you?

You couldn’t put a stop to the questions your mind insisted upon asking, couldn’t stop thinking the worst of him now that he had shown you this ugly side to himself.

And then came the final nail in the coffin…

“Didn’t you say something earlier about wanting to suck my cock, Angel?” He whispered in your ear.

Kai thought that your now quiet demeanor meant that his assumption was correct, that giving you release had quelled your anger towards him and made you see reason from his perspective, that the two of you could move on as you had originally planned, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

His words triggered something in you, and your anger was rekindled with a new fire as you lept off of him and shouted, all while tears streamed down your wrathful face in steady rivulets.

“Are you insane?! I don’t even want to look at your face right now, let alone do that!”

Kai stared at you with wide confused eyes, not really knowing what to do, but your words had hit their mark and he was only now beginning realize just how badly he might have fucked this entire thing up with his selfish actions

He held up his hands as he took a step towards you and said your name, not Angel, but your given name, and he said it so slowly and gently, like he was trying to calm a spooked and terrified wild animal, which probably wasn’t too far from the truth, given how you were currently acting.

“I know that was a new experience for you, and probably a bit frightening, but if you just come to me, I’m sure we ca-”

“Don’t fucking patronize me, Kai!” You snapped angrily at him. “You know exactly what you did, you just don’t want to own up to it.”

Kai’s gaze hardened into something like disgust as he took another step closer towards you. “And just what exactly is it I did, hmm? Tell me that, Angel?”

He spat out that long beloved nickname with so much venom that it almost made you flinch, but you held your ground with firm resolve.

“You promised me you would stop if I asked you to, and you lied about it.”

“No!” Kai snapped back, just as defensively as he tried to justify what he’d done. “I promised you that I would stop if things went too far or got too out of hand, and they didn’t, you were never in any danger and you should have trusted me enough to know I would only ever do what was best for you, for us!”

You hated how he threw those words back in your face at a time like this, as if insinuating that you were the one in the wrong, that wanting something as simple as equal respect and consideration in this relationship meant that you had never truly trusted him to begin with.

“So you just twisted my words into something completely different, knowingly letting me believe that you would, for once, take my wishes to heart and respect them, all while you had no real intention of doing so?”

He at least had the nerve to look a little ashamed at that, like he knew you were right and just didn’t want to admit it, but it didn’t stop him from trying to move closer and reaching out his hand to you.

“Please, Angel, it’s not like that.” He desperately pleaded with you, sounding as if he might start to cry right along with you, and fuck, if it didn’t break your already shattered heart to hear it. “Let me explain and I promise you’ll see that.”

But how could you believe him after what he had just done to you, how could you trust that this wasn’t also a lie, that he wouldn’t hurt you again?

“Don’t touch me.”

Closer and closer he came, until he was only an arm’s length away from being able to touch you.

The fact was that you couldn’t trust him, not yet anyway, maybe not ever again.

“I said, don’t touch me!” You said, even louder than before, but he wasn’t listening, just like always.

His fingers brushed against your wet cheek.

“Just let me take care of you.”

*SMACK!*

…

If it wasn't for the stinging in your wrist and palm, and the bright red mark blooming on his bewildered face, you might have been able to believe that you had only imagined doing that, but the evidence was clear as day and undeniable.

You had just slapped Kai right across the face.

Kai was just as speechless, too stunned for words, not because the blow had hurt, which it really hadn’t, not physical at least, it was the simple fact that you had done it at all that surprised and hurt him. Not once in all the years he had known you could he recall a time in which you had raised your hand to another person, not jokingly, not in self defense, not in anger, and certainly not with him.

He opened his mouth to speak, to say anything at all, but then you were spinning on your heel and bolting for the door, unlocking and prying it open with a sob of anguish that killed him a little inside and did nothing to lessen his growing guilt. He was too numb to chase after you right away, he barely even noticed that you were still completely naked as you frantically raced down the empty hall to your own room and slammed the door shut.

And when he did finally manage to pull himself together enough to throw on a pair of pants to go after you, he was hurt, but not at all shocked to discover that, for the first time in nearly eight years, your door was locked, barring him entry.

*knock knock*

“Angel, please open the door so we can talk. I promise I’m not mad at you.”

His own voice was weak with emotion and on the verge of tears, and his hope skyrocketed when he heard you shuffling around on the other side of the door, thinking that you were about to let him in to work this out.

But that hope shattered like breaking glass when he heard the shower in your en-suite bathroom turn on and he realized that you weren’t going to let him in, you were trying to drown him out, trying to ignore him.

He could always break the flimsy lock on the door, he mused, force his way inside and make you hash things out with him until things were good again, but he knew that would be a massive mistake right now.

And hadn’t he already made enough of those tonight?

No, he would just have to wait a few more hours and corner you before you came down for breakfast in the morning. He would even keep you home from school again if necessary, because he wasn’t willing to let this negativity fester between the two of you any longer than what was necessary. Perhaps a few hours would even help you better see reason and realize that this was all just some huge misunderstanding.

“This isn’t over. Angel.” He said, staring longingly at the door and hating how he had to walk away, even for just a handful of hours.

“Not by a long shot.”

I genuinely don’t know where it came from, but the inspiration to finally buckle down and finish this LONG AWAITED (nearly 3 years delayed) next chapter for ATLUH hit me today and… I got it done!

Somehow, someway, I finally fucking finished it!

I was genuinely starting to believe, like many of you I’m sure, that this was never going to happen and that I really had lost the drive and motivation to continue this one, but it’s here, and I am crossing my fingers that it never takes me this long to finish another chapter ever again.

That being said though, I want to apologize for how disorganized and unpolished it might be. Because of the way I kept having to force myself to write bits and pieces of it over the years, I personally am not as proud of it as I wish I could be, but at this point, I’m just happy to say it’s done. 😅

Thank you to everyone who has ever interacted with me regarding this particular fic, I know it was a REALLY long wait, but I hope you enjoy it!

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The Whispering Darkness (Part 8) Yandere!Kai x Fem!Reader

Part 7 TBC in Part 9

Summary: The year is 1799 and and you have just recently been hired by the prominent and well-to-do Kai Chisaki to serve as the governess for his young daughter, Eri, in the small town of Sleepy Hollow. All seems to be going well as you grow close to your newest charge, but as her father’s seemingly innocent curiosity in you begins to grow darker and darker; bordering on what seems to be a sick obsession, and rumors of ghostly hauntings and grisly murders plague the small town you now call home, you can’t help but feel a creeping sense of dread crawl up your spine as you wonder what secrets are being kept in the whispering darkness all around you.

Warnings: Dark thoughts, dirty thoughts, full on dub-con/non-con, heavy smut, typical yandere behavior, VERY DARK!!!, see tags for more…

Just a few quick things to help give you an idea as to how this AU’s world is set up: First off, there are no quirks in this world and while I am aware that all the characters except for the Reader are canonically Japanese, This story will be getting based in the United States at the same time as the original Sleepy Hollow short story took place, so please be kind and try to remember that this is a fanfic and don’t take any of the historical inaccuracies too seriously.

Later on that same day, you found yourself in the lesson room with Eri.

The two of you were currently in the process of working on her spelling and grammar, as, while she was an excellent reader, even despite her poor eyesight, she had some minor difficulties with some of the more complicated words and you felt this was a gentle enough topic for the day since you did not think you could have concentrated on anything that required a higher caliber of thought process, like math or astronomy.

Your mind was still completely sidetracked and preoccupied by thoughts of what took place between you and your fiancé this morning…

Kai had made good on his filthy promise to feast on your body as if you were indeed his morning breakfast; starting first when he had bent his head nuzzle his face against your breasts, groping one in a gentle hand while licking and sucking on the other with all the enthusiasm of a hungry babe. You hadn’t known what to expect when he’d initially moved to take your nipple into his hot wet mouth, but the thought of it being pleasurable was most certainly not at the forefront of your mind, although that’s exactly what it had been, as even more heat and wet warmth had flooded your nether regions. Embarrassingly, the first words out of your mouth had been a panic stricken and desperate plea that he not bite them, and his resulting chuckle had only cemented your ever growing shame. But he had at least assured you he would do no such thing, as he had no desire to do something that would cause you such obvious pain and discomfort, then he had gone right back to lavishing them with all the other attention his mouth had to offer.

Even now, hours later, the memory of it made your still sensitive and tender breasts ache and throb inside the confines of your corset and elaborate dress.

But from there, the situation had only grown more uncomfortable for you as he’d moved on from your breasts to lavish your ribs and stomach with that wicked mouth of his. As he’d dragged his lips and tongue over the newly untouched areas and traced little invisible patterns against your skin and navel with his tongue, you had been unable to keep yourself quiet any longer and had turned into a writhing mess beneath him.

And then, to your mortified horror, he had finally reached his ultimate destination and it had only dawned on you at that precise moment that he had been completely serious about his desire to use his mouth on you… down there.

Kai must have known how uncomfortable you’d felt, because as he had shouldered his way between your tense thighs, spreading them apart with his large hands and forcing you to open yourself to him, he had seen fit to send you a slightly apologetic look before it morphed into one of smug male arrogance as he’d bent his head down to take his first real taste of you.

That first swipe of his tongue through your wet folds hadn’t really felt all that intense, just unusual and slightly disarming, but when he went back for a second time, this one harder and deeper than the first, as the tip of his tongue flicked over that overstimulated bundle of nerves you now knew was called the clit, it had given you an inkling as to what you could expect from the rest of the experience. And when your back had arched off the bed and you cried out so loudly it had echoed off the high ceiling, it spurred Kai on and he had lost all sense of self control. He’d devoured you with all the finesse of an uncouth savage, his mannerisms belying his highborn upbringing as he’d buried his tongue inside of you and slurped up the resulting flow of wetness before leaving your entrance to travel back up to suck harshly on your clit, only to repeat that same process over and over again. You had screamed and cried, both from the sheer onslaught of soul melting pleasure, and the shock of such a vulgar act being done to you.

He managed to pull three orgasms from you all together, each one more powerful than the last and each one leaving your mind and dignity shredded and in tatters. The last one had been a result of Kai relentlessly driving his fingers in and out of you while his tongue flicked and massaged your clit and his remaining free hand lazily fondled your breasts. And by the time the effects of the last one were finally subsiding and it seemed like he might try again for a fourth, you had been on the verge of hysterics as you weakly tried to shove his head away from your body, crying out in earnest and begging him in a hoarse and croaking voice to please just stop.

Something about the desperation in your pleading voice must have snapped him out of his lust-fueled frenzy, because in a matter of seconds, he had been pulling you into his strong arms and trying his best to soothe and comfort you after such an intense experience; leaning back against the headboard and pulling you into his arms to kiss your sweat dampened temple, praising you for your beauty and for being so good and brave for him, telling you how much he had enjoyed it and how good you had tasted, he had done everything possible to relax you and bring you back from the brink of whatever dark place your mind had entered.

Perhaps it had been the exhaustion, or the warmth of Kai’s body, or it could have even been a combination of the two, but all in all, it hadn’t taken long for you to doze back off to sleep.

When you awoke a few hours later, it had been to an empty bed, with Kai nowhere in sight.

If it hadn’t been for the nakedness of your body and the dull ache radiating from between your legs, you possibly could have been able to convince yourself that the events of the previous night and this morning were nothing more than a nightmare, but sadly, that was not the case, nor would it have been possible in the first place.

In place of Kai himself, there had been a beautiful bouquet of assorted flowers from the conservatory on your vanity across the room and when you’d finally gathered up the strength and courage to go look at them, you had found a small letter written in Kai’s immaculate script sitting next to it.

So, you picked it up and began to read.

My lovely wife,

When you awaken and find this note, I am certain you will be feeling very distraught and confused that I am not still by your side, especially after our exquisite time together, but you may rest assured and know that every fiber of my being was torn asunder by doing so. Some urgent matters needed my immediate attention and I was forced, very regrettably, to leave you alone.

I instructed Sarah and the rest of the servants to leave you be and allow you to sleep undisturbed for as long as you wish. I know you must be exhausted after our dalliance and you more than deserve it.

-Love, Kai, your ever loyal husband.

It should have sent you over the moon with joy…

Wasn’t it every woman’s dream come true to have a handsome, wealthy, and distinguished man so besotted with her?

Kai clearly adored you, was head over heels in love with you for goodness sake. He went out of his way to treat you like a priceless gem and made sure that all of your needs were perfectly met, and he was always so affectionate, he complimented you at every turn, and he even made sure to perform all these little romantic gestures that so many women swooned over; like with the note and flowers still set upon your vanity.

For all intents and purposes, Kai was the picture perfect husband every woman worth her salt would kill to have.

You were living as the lady of a large and stately mansion, engaged to a handsome and incredibly passionate man, and had a daughter that utterly adored you and who you in turn loved just as deeply. You had a wonderful life here with Kai and Eri.

So, why then were you so uneasy?

It was a question you just couldn’t find an answer for, and after reading Kai’s note, you had wanted nothing more than to go climb back into bed, to mull over your thoughts and pick through all the conflicting and negative emotions flowing through your mind like a tidal wave, but then, yet another event occurred that only added to your growing pile of shameful encounters and confusing thoughts, one that left you questioning everything you had ever been told about marriage and the household you would be calling your home for the rest of your life.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the door to your chambers slowly started to creak open and you feared for a moment that it was Kai coming back in, or even possibly Eri.

Thankfully, it was only Sarah, quietly sneaking in to lay out some fresh linens.

She beamed when she saw you were up and about and gave you a small curtsy before stepping all the way in and closing the door behind her.

“Good morning, my Lady!” She greeted you merrily. “I hope you slept well.”

You gave her a weak smile in return. “Oh, yes! Good evening- or… morning… yes, morning. Good morning!” You rambled on, stumbling over your words like an imbecile.

She gave you a long puzzled look, then looked at the rumpled bed, then back to you for a quick second before gingerly setting the linens down on the end of the bed, as if she somehow knew what took place there between you and Kai.

But, there was no way that was possible… was there?

“Ma’am?” You heard her say, concern lacing her every word. “Are you quite alright? You seem a tad flustered.”

You shook your head to try and clear away the fog from your mind, now realizing that you were more than likely making a complete fool of yourself in front of one of the head servants of the household. You needed to pull yourself together and act like a proper lady, one worthy of the Chisaki name.

“Yes!” You told her, perhaps a bit too brightly. “I suppose I’m just a little out of sorts. I’m not used to sleeping in so late and it’s thrown me off kilter a bit.” You trailed off, hoping she would take you at your word and not press you further.

Sarah nodded in understanding and you breathed a grateful sigh of relief.

“There is a hot bath prepared for you in the adjoining bathing room, my Lady.” She said, picking up two fluffy white drying cloths for you to use after your bath. “There is a nasty storm raging outside, with snow flying in every direction, and the hot water will be just the thing to warm you up and get you off on the right track to start the day.”

The two of you entered your private bathing chamber and you sighed as the warmth from the candles and the roaring fire in the hearth seeped into your chilled skin and the aroma of rose oil eased your tense nerves. This circular room was quite possibly one of your favorite features of the whole mansion, with its warm wood flooring, tightly sealed to prevent moisture and water damage, and the deep soaking tub built right down into the floor, it was no wonder you enjoyed it so much. When filled to the top, you were capable of sitting on the built in seat with the hot water submerging you up to your shoulders and neck, it was the peak height of luxury and a uniquely phenomenal design you had never seen anywhere else. You once asked Kai where his adoptive father had gotten the idea for such a design, but sadly, Kai was unaware and your inquiry was left unanswered.

Sarah reached up to help you remove the robe you had thrown on, and as the silky soft material slid down your back, you felt a strange and noticeable shift in the young servant girl’s demeanor, she hadn’t said anything, but you could tell just from the way she went still as a statue behind you that something was now on her mind.

“Sarah, is something the matter?” You nervously asked.

She seemed to come out of a daze then. “Not at all, it is only that…” She said, and paused, as if trying to carefully choose her words before continuing. “May I speak freely and ask a rather inappropriate question, my Lady?”

Perhaps in any other circumstance you might have thought differently about agreeing to such a request, but the fact of the matter was that you and Sarah had essentially been equals not too long ago, and still would be, had Kai not become so enamored with you. So it was rather difficult for you to put yourself into that of a high-born Lady’s mindset and act as if she and the rest of the household staff were beneath you.

“I don’t see why not.” You quietly replied, if a tad hesitantly, and waited to hear what she had to say.

“Did… well, that is to say….” She paused, and took a deep breath. “Did Lord Chisaki perhaps spend the night with you?”

…

You might not have said anything, but the way your back went stiff as a board must have given away your response before your mouth even had a chance to protest.

You spun around to face her, your eyes wide with shock and shame.

“H-How did you know?!” The words echoed off the high stone walls, and under normal circumstances, you might have felt embarrassed by the outburst, but as it stood, such a detail was the furthest thing from your mind.

And to your surprise, rather than looking upon you with contempt, Sarah only smiled a placating sort of smile that you got the impression was meant to make you feel at ease.

“Your back, Ma’am.” She said, tapping the back of her own shoulder for indication. “It is covered in the dried residue of a man’s seed, and since I know you would never be cruel or foolish enough to be unfaithful to his Lordship, I could only surmise that it was left there by Lord Chisaki himself.” She explained, plain as day and matter of fact.

You were about to start spouting off excuses to try and convince her that her assumption was wrong, but then, two things came to mind that brought your unspoken words to sudden halt. The first being that you had no idea what it was she was talking about, yes, you knew Kai had released himself on you, but it had been on your back and you had no idea what it even looked like, wet or dry.

And secondly…

“Wait a moment, Sarah.” You said, your voice an octave higher than it normally was. “How do you even know what it is? Are you not unwed?” You asked, hoping that your tone didn’t sound judgmental or accusatory. It wasn’t necessarily unheard of, or forbidden for the servants of wealthy families to partake in the occasional tryst or affair, but that was usually amongst the men, or the lower ranked servants. Sarah was the head maid and her actions and behavior were meant to set a standard and precedent for the rest of the female staff to follow.

She merely smiled brighter and shook her head.

“I can completely understand where you are coming from, my Lady, but the truth of the matter is that I am in fact happily married.” She then proceeded to pull out a chain from around her neck that had been hidden under her clothing, and sure enough, there was a lovely and modest silver wedding band dangling from the end of it.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth was hanging open with the knowledge of this revelation.

Once again, there weren’t any laws or rules against servants getting married, but typically, when one did decide to pursue a relationship and marry, especially in a woman’s case, she would be expected to resign from her position to focus fully on being a wife and future mother. You had never once heard of an employer allowing a married individual to stay on with the staff and continue working as they had previously.

So that begged the questions of; who exactly her husband was, and whether or not Kai was aware of her marital status?

Your facial expression must have given away your curiosity, because Sarah only laughed merrily and supplied you with the answers before you could even voice the questions aloud.

“I am married to Hari, Ma’am. Wed for three blissful years. ” She said, her smile lighting up her face and eyes with so much warmth and affection that you knew there was no way she could be lying. “It is not a fact we share with just anyone, as me and Hari are both very private individuals and would prefer to remain professional while going about our daily duties, but as the new Lady Chisaki, I felt that you of all people should be allowed to know.”

You nodded, completely understanding her reasoning.

“Thank you for trusting me with this, Sarah.” You said, reaching out to take one of her hands in yours. “I won’t tell a soul, I swear, but… may I ask if Lord Chisaki is also aware of this?”

She smiled broadly and squeezed your hand back in silent thanks.

“He is.” She said softly. “When Hari and I first told him of our growing feelings for one another and our desire for a true relationship, he was the one who insisted on us getting properly married.”

Your eyes widened ever so slightly, having not expected to hear such a detail about your incredibly rigid fiancé.

“And he still allowed you to stay on in his employment?”

She nodded in confirmation. “I was just as surprised as you are., but, he said it would be foolish of him to lose his two most competent servants just because we found love and happiness together, as well as how it wouldn’t be proper to potentially have a child born out of wedlock being raised around Lady Eri, should we ever have a child that is, accidentally or otherwise. I personally think that it was just his way of saying that he didn’t want to see either of us leave the estate, especially my dear Hari.” Her eyes held a mischievous twinkle then as she leaned in closer towards you and stage whispered. “You would never know it based on how they act when others are around, but the two of them really are as thick as thieves, and if the stories Hari has told me are anything to go by, they used to get up to all kinds of mischief when they were younger.” She threw back her head and laughed, and at that moment, you could easily see what it was that must have made the stiff-backed butler fall in love with her.

The way her eyes lit up as she spoke of him was all the confirmation you needed to know that she was indeed head over heels in love with him, and really, who in their right mind wouldn’t want that kind devoted partner in their life. And now that you knew the truth, you were starting to realize just how many signs you had missed up until this point that gave them both away.

All the stolen glances between them, the way they always stood so close together whenever they had the opportunity to do so, and even right down to the way Hari, someone who so rarely ever showed emotion of any kind, almost always had the barest hint of a smile on his lips whenever he was speaking to or about the young maid. And all too quickly, you now felt very foolish for never having noticed these subtle signs before now.

Even if it wasn’t obvious that they were married, it had been incredibly clear that the two of them at least had romantic feelings for one another.

“Ma’am?”

Sarah’s hand and the gentle sound of her familiar quiet voice pulled you from your engrossing thoughts and back into the present with startling clarity, and it took you a moment to clear the haziness from your mind.

Thankfully though, Sarah didn’t seem to mind in the slightest and only gestured towards the still steaming tub.

“You should get in while the water is still hot, my Lady.”

You nodded and silently made your way into the water, dipping your toes in first to test the temperature before slowly climbing in and sinking down into its surrounding warmth.

You sighed as the blissfully hot water enveloped your tired body, seeping down into your bones to chase away the winter chill and relax your tense muscles. Sarah was so attentive and always added some kind of fragrant oil to your baths, and the light aroma of roses that now hung in the steamy air around you was like a balm to your conflicted soul.

Once you were comfortable and relaxed, Sarah took up the task of gently washing your hair and the two of you quickly lapsed into an easy silence together.

But now, without the distraction of conversation, your thoughts soon returned to the events of what had taken place between you and Kai and thanks to Sarah’s revelation regarding her marriage status, you now had even more questions and concerns you felt needed to be broached.

“Sarah, may I ask you a question?” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course!” She replied. “Ask away, my Lady.”

“Are- Well… are you and the other staff not at all concerned that Lord Chisaki spent the night in my room despite us being unwed?” You asked, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible despite how uncomfortable you felt. “Such a thing is the height of impropriety, and yet it seems as if no one here is bothered by it.”

It was silent again for a moment and you feared that you had offended her somehow, but that worry was soon negated as she finally spoke.

“Not at all, my Lady.” She answered, her voice bright and cheerful. “Surely you must have already realized that things are done a bit differently here, that certain matters of social protocol are treated far less strictly by those of us who reside here?”

You nodded in confirmation. “Yes, of course I have, but that is exactly the iss-”

“My Lady.”

Sarah cut you off with a stern and gentle tone, shocking you into stunned silence. For a servant, even one of high rank like she was, to interrupt you in such a manner like this, it was completely inappropriate, and yet, rather than immediately apologize for the faux-pas like she should have, she simply went on speaking as if there was nothing wrong with it.

“It is completely understandable that you are feeling confused and overwhelmed by the way we do things here, but please, you must try to think of this as a positive thing.” She quietly, but firmly, explained. “I, as well as the rest of the staff here, have no desire to gossip about you and Lord Chisaki’s relationship, no matter what unorthodox turns it may take. We only care that you and he are happy together.”

You swallowed down the words of aggravation you felt clawing their way up your throat, this was in no way Sarah’s fault and you had absolutely no right to be upset just because the longtime residents of the estate conducted themselves in a way you were unaccustomed to. And what she said did make perfect sense after all, you had seen first hand that the men and women employed here were incredibly loyal to Kai and Eri, not because he was their employer and the one who paid their wages, but because they all seemed to genuinely care for and respect the father/daughter duo. Kai treated all of them with dignity and respect and rewarded them handsomely for their hard work, no matter how big or small the job was.

And as for Eri?

Well, even in your own short experience, you could attest that it was nearly impossible for a decent human being to not fall in love with the bright little girl once one got to know her. She was always so eager to listen and learn, to get to know everyone around her and offer them a helping hand, or even just ask them how their day was going.

It was no wonder they were all so inclined to turn a blind eye when it came to Kai’s penchant for subverting the usual practices of polite society.

This realization didn’t make the situation any easier for you to come to terms with, but now that you knew bringing it up with anyone would be a wasted effort on your part, you also realized that, one way or another, you were going to have to find a way to deal with it and get used to it, because you had no other options at this point. You couldn’t exactly call off the wedding and break the engagement, not only would Kai never accept it, but just the thought of what such a rash decision would do to sweet Eri was enough to shatter your heart entirely.

And really, perhaps Kai did have a bit of a point; the two of you were already engaged and set to be married in just a few short months, so it wasn’t as if you were about to ruin yourself with a man who had no intention of making an honest woman out of you. Was there really any true harm in exploring these intimacies with him a little ahead of schedule? After all, even if he was a tad aggressive and pushy, Kai was a good and honest man, and deep down, you knew he would never hurt you or take your virginity before the actual wedding night.

Except, how were you to deal with this in a manner that would allow you to keep both your dignity and your morals intact, while still being a good wife to Kai and mother to Eri? Just because you now realized that you would have to indeed sacrifice some of your propriety to maintain your still growing relationship with Kai, that didn’t mean you were immediately fine with it, nor did you know the first thing about what was required to satisfy a man in bed, especially not one as passionate and demanding as Kai. You highly doubted that anything in the library would give you the answers you sought, and the thought of asking Kai such things, and so directly, was too mortifying to even imagine.

However…

“Sarah?”

“Yes, Ma’am?” She immediately replied. “What do you require?”

You took in a long deep breath before slowly releasing it, steeling your nerves for the uncomfortable conversation that was sure to follow.

“I need your help with something…”

The cracking of a log in the fireplace pulled you from your thoughts, the sharp sound making you jump ever so slightly in your seat and you were grateful Eri was too engrossed in her work and failed to notice your lack of concentration.

Looking towards one of the large windows across the room, you could just barely make out the flakes of snow being violently whipped around outside by the howling wind. It was pitch black outside and you couldn’t help but silently mourn the fact that you hadn’t truly seen the sun or been outside in the almost four months since you first arrived in Sleepy Hollow. With Kai and the vast majority of the household working on a nightly routine to accommodate for Eri’s albinism and her negative reactions to strong light, you now spent your waking hours in the candlelit dark and slept during the day, with thick black curtains drawn over all the windows to block out the brilliancy of the sun.

You used to enjoy going on walks in the nearby parks and shopping areas back in the city, sometimes you took the two children from the last family you had worked for, but many times, you went by yourself just for a bit of personal enjoyment and fresh air. You missed the hustle and bustle of the city, the people-watching, the food and odd bits of window shopping, but of all things, you missed the sounds the most. When you first arrived as an outside member of the staff, you were only here for a few hours a day and the prospect of being awake throughout the night hadn’t felt so daunting, so suffocating, but now that it was expected of you as a member of the family, it felt so much more draining.

The countryside and the Chisaki estate were both lovely and beautiful, and so very peaceful, but there was no overlooking how incredibly isolated you were beginning to feel. It was so dark and stagnant sometimes that you often felt as if you were a toy living in a forgotten doll’s house, locked away and unused until someone had need of you. Perhaps that was a cruel and selfish thought, because from the moment you arrived, Kai and Eri, and even the whole staff had done nothing but try to make you feel as welcome and comfortable as possible. But even so, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from thinking these awful things, nor could you halt the sense of guilt that raged through you like a bitter poison.

Kai did say though that once the weather warmed up that you, he, and Eri would be spending more time outside to enjoy the fresh air of late spring and summer. It would still be at night, but you supposed it would be better than nothing. It just felt like such a long way off, and the warmer seasons only lasted for so long before the cold chill of autumn and winter would set in again that it almost seemed more disheartening than the option of never getting to experience it at all.

You sighed heavily and closed the book you had been trying and failing to read.

Thinking about these things was not doing you any favors and you needed to put them aside before Kai or Eri picked up on your less than happy mood and became worried.

“How are you faring with those words, sweetheart?” You asked, standing up and walking over to check on Eri’s progress.

She looked up at you with a brilliant and adoring smile, as bright as any ray of sunshine, and you found all your worries and misgivings melting away in an instant.

“I just finished!” She proudly declared, holding up the white sheet of parchment for you to take a look at and review for her.

You took it from her small outstretched hand and began to do just that, your eyes roving over the words to see how well she did.

The two of you had spent the day prior going over a whole list of all the words she had been struggling with, and today you had tested her on them. You had listed them out on a piece of parchment, writing the first few letters of each word, depending on its length, and she was meant to fill in the rest of the words with the correct spelling, grammar, and punctuation marks. And from the look of things, she had passed perfectly with flying colors.

“Every single one of these is correct!” You told her, not really all that surprised, she truly was a fast learner. “I am so very proud of you, my brilliant little girl. You never cease to amaze me.”

She beamed up at you, clearly enjoying the praise and material affection you more than happy to lavish upon her.

“And, as a reward for doing so well, how about we end your lessons here for the day and you can enjoy the rest of it however you wish until supper time.” You suggested, knowing just how much she would like to go to her art room down the hall. In addition to her love of cooking, she had also been taking a keen interest in watercolors as of late and was working on something that she insisted was a surprise for you and Kai, and she refused to allow either of you inside the room until it was finished.

Her adorable face lit up even more and you swore you glimpsed literal sparkles dancing in her seemingly red eyes right before she cheered excitedly and launched herself at you in as tight a hug as she could manage.

“Thank you, Mama!”

Your heart nearly burst with love for her and you bent down to wrap her up in your arms. “You are most welcome.” You told her, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll have a servant bring you something to tide you over until supper, so why don’t you run along and have fun.” You said, giving her a little nudge towards the door.

Energetic as ever, she needed no further prompting and immediately bolted for the open doorway, shouting a few more exclamations of thanks and ‘I love you’s’ as she did so, her long thick curls of silvery white hair streaming behind her in her haste.

You waited, listening for the sound of the art room's door opening and closing down the hall before letting the smile drop from your face with a tired sigh as you began to tidy up the lesson room.

You weren’t feeling all that ready to socialize with anyone right away, and you knew that after the events of the previous night and this morning, there was a strong chance Kai would insist on spending the rest of the day with you and having a repeat preference if he found you alone, and you just weren’t ready to face him yet.

Sadly though, no matter how much you tried to drag out the length of your task, cleaning up the room didn’t take you very long and after instructing the nearest servant to bring a few snacks up to Eri, you eventually found yourself quietly wandering the halls. You debated going to the library to read, but you were just feeling so drained, and all you really wanted to do was take a nap and let your mind go blank for a short while. Kai was so very insistent that you should never over exert yourself, so perhaps he might just leave you alone if he knew you were trying to rest.

Making your way up to the second floor housing the family quarters, you gave smiles and words of greeting to all who passed and sighed in relief as you rounded the corner that would lead you down the hall to your own set of rooms.

However, you were shocked to see a group of servants, including Hari who appeared to be organizing the endeavor, milling about in your chambers packing up your belongings.

Only Hari seemed to take notice of your presence and quickly made his way to your side.

“How may I assist you, my Lady?” He greeted you, bowing to you slightly at the waist.

“What in the world are you all doing?!” You asked frantically, glancing nervously between him and the room full of servants.

“It was Lord Chisaki’s order, my Lady.” He explained in a no nonsense tone. “He gave me instructions to have all of your belongings moved to his own chambers as you will be retiring there from now on.”

Your mind went blank and your jaw slackened as you tried to process the words that had just been spoken to you, the words you had to have imagined.

The shock you felt prevented you from speaking the words you wanted to voice and you had no doubt that you must have been doing a very good impression of a gasping fish, but luckily for you, Hari must have understood your confused expression and continued his explanation without any further prompting.

“Lord Chisaki said it was meant to be a surprise for you, hence why you were not informed of the decision earlier.”

His words snapped something in you and you finally found your voice. “Absolutely not!” You whisper-shouted, not wanting to cause a scene in front of the other servants in the room. “This is completely unacceptable and I insist you cease this at once.”

You waited for him to do as he was told, but he made no move to do so, his facial expression contorting just enough to give you the impression that he was slightly annoyed with the turn in conversation and your very reasonable response to it.

But it was what he said next that truly shocked you and got under your skin.

“I regret to inform you, Ma’am, but I am unable to adhere to your request.” He said, not sounding the least bit genuine or sorry.

“I beg your pardon?!” You exclaimed, completely aghast at his response. “I would normally never think to lord my station over anyone, but I am the Lady of this household, Hari, and you would do well to remember that.”

He fixed you with a sharp stare. “My Lady, I mean no offense by this, but the fact of the matter is that this decision was given to me by Kai himself.” His tone was just the slightest bit condescending, as if you were an unruly child in need of a warning. “You may be the Lady of the house, but Kai is our Lord and your husband, so we shall follow whatever orders he gives us to the letter, regardless of whether or not they subvert your own wishes.” He said, not giving you any time to respond. “I understand that you are upset, but unless he tells me otherwise, I cannot and will not disobey him, and neither should you.”

And then, to your continued shock and outrage, he abruptly turned his back on you and walked away without even bothering to wait or ask for permission to be excused.

You stood there, dumbfounded by the turn of events as you continued to watch them pack up your belongings and completely ignore you, as if you were nothing more than a mere wall decoration.

Anger began to bubble its way up inside you, and without much thought, you quickly turned on your heels, stomping your way down the hallway and corridors, all the way to Kai’s study, fully intent on getting to the bottom of this and giving him a long overdue piece of your mind.

Unfortunately, by the time you reached the door, all your anger-fueled confidence evaporated like steam as you contemplated just how badly Kai would react if you came barging into the room, screaming and hollering like a madwoman. You never like confrontation at the best of times, and the thought of doing so with Kai amplified that anxious fear to a terrifying degree. But you couldn’t just ignore this situation, not when you felt that something like this was crossing one boundary too many. You could come to terms with everything that had happened so far, even the most recent events, but this particular situation was simply too much.

It had to be addressed.

And so, with what was left of your quickly diminishing courage, you raised a shaking hand to knock quietly upon the heavy wooden door.

—————

Kai was distracted far more than usual on this lovely day.

Sitting at his ornate desk and reading over his latest correspondence, Kai continuously found his mind wandering towards thoughts of you.

Hours later, he was unable to erase the taste of you from his tongue and lips, not that he ever wanted to, and he couldn’t stop imagining all the ways he could better the experience for you later on when the two of you went to bed together. He had so many delicious plans for you, it was unlikely that either of you were going to be getting much sleep over the course of these next few nights, but it was completely worth it. He could always have you take a break from Eri’s lessons for a few days until you grew accustomed to your pleasurable new duties. And, it would have the added benefit of leaving you with more free time to focus on the wedding plans, as well as him and Eri. As far as he was concerned, those should be the only things occupying your mind these days.

He couldn’t wait to begin teaching you all the ways he wanted you to touch him, to show your love and devotion to him.

Learning the correct way to grip and stroke his cock in your hand was first on that list, and following it would be instructing you on all the best ways to pleasure him with that sweet little mouth of yours.

When he had asked Hari for advice and tips on how to do just that, his friend had mentioned to him that such things didn’t have to be solely for his own pleasure if he didn’t wish it to be, that in his own experience, Sarah particularly enjoyed taking him into her mouth and could sometimes bring herself to orgasm from just that act alone, his pleasure brought her pleasure, the same way hers did for him, he’d said with such reverence and love that Kai hadn’t been able to keep the smile off his own face. Of course it hadn’t been an immediate reaction, but once he got her to open up more to the pleasures of the flesh and her boldness and confidence grew, it became more and more frequent. However, Hari did advise him that, should he wish for such a thing, he would probably have to allow you to explore him on your own and play with him at your leisure. Your confidence would only grow if you were given opportunities to experiment and learn a few tricks of your own to tease him with.

Kai had no doubts whatsoever that, in time, you would one day be just as responsive and playful as Sarah was with Hari.

Just thinking about the way your greedy lips and tongue had felt wrapped around his fingers earlier, sucking on your own juices, was enough to make his head spin as all his blood rushed straight to his already throbbing cock. You had been so shy and nervous, but you had behaved so beautifully, had been so good and obedient for him despite your uncertainties. He was so proud of you for trusting him the way you did.

He would need to think of something truly special to reward you with, something that would convey just how much he loved and treasured having you in his and Eri’s lives.

*knock knock*

A light rapping on the door to his study pulled Kai from his pleasant musings and he irritably thought about ordering whoever it was to go away, but then he remembered that it was likely only Hari coming to inform him that the task of moving you into his rooms was complete.

After what the two of you did together, and finally being able to wake up with you snuggled up in his arms, he knew he would never be able to willingly go to sleep without you beside him ever again, and most definitely not when you were both in the same house together. Even being separated by nothing except a single wall was more difficult than he could ever imagine.

Squaring his shoulders and sitting up straighter in his chair, he did his best to make himself look presentable, and not like he was on the verge of unfastening his trousers to take his aching cock in hand like some uncontrollable green youth. Hari might have been his closest friend, but he still had to at least try and make himself seem dignified.

“Enter.” He called out, his tone even and commanding.

He watched as the door slowly opened and was elated to find that it was not Hari who’d knocked on his door, but you, the very object of his current thoughts and affections.

You poked your head inside, and he watched with an unfaltering and obsessive focus as a lock of your loose (h/c) hair spilled over one delectable shoulder, the strands delicately grazing the exposed skin there in much the same way he was now imagining doing so with his itching hands and watering mouth.

“Good evening, my love!” He greeted you cheerfully, quickly rising from his seat to move closer towards you. “What do I have to thank for this unexpected and pleasant surprise?” He couldn’t be bothered waiting for you to respond before he was pulling you into his arms and laying a gentle peck to your soft lips the moment you were within his reach.

There was an odd tenseness in your body and a nervous aura surrounding you, but he just assumed you were still feeling bashful because of this morning and last night. It was a trait he hoped you’d never outgrow, because he very much enjoyed your shy demeanor and how it made you react so honestly to everything he said or did to you.

“Kai?”

Your voice broke him free from the trance-like imaginings he’d conjured up and he looked down to find you staring at him with confusion.

“Forgive me, my dear.” He said, smiling warmly at you. “The sight of you and the feel of you in my arms is something that I think shall never fail to bewitch me.” Then he smirked and leaned down to whisper in your sensitive ear, his voice dropping into a low and sensual rumble. “And neither shall the taste of you, all day it has lingered on my tongue like the finest wine, driving me to insanity.” And then, a positively wicked thought came to mind when he felt the shiver of desire that raced through you. “Perhaps you would be so kind as to help me quench my thirst?” You answered him with a gasping moan, your body arching into him when he laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss against the side of your elegant neck. “I have lost count now of how many times I’ve found myself fantasizing about laying you out on my desk to feast upon.”

He wondered if this was perhaps the reason you had come here to see him in the first place. He truly loved your innocence and naivety, but the thought of you being so desperate for him that you would so boldly seek him out for such a dalliance, and in the middle of the day no less, well, it was most certainly a habit he was more than happy to help encourage and indulge you in.

However, to his surprise and confusion, rather than acquiescing to his suggestion like a good wife, you instead pushed against his chest and took a step back, shaking your head in decline.

“Kai, please just listen to me for a moment, this is not what I came here for.” You said, your tone of voice and eyes pleading with him to halt.

He was not pleased by this in the slightest, especially not when he had just been anticipating the prospect of burying his tongue between the folds of your cunt again, but just on the off chance that this was indeed a serious matter you wanted to discuss, he surmised that there was no harm in postponing the act for a few minutes longer.

“Very well, my dear.” He said, sighing with just the slightest hint of displeasure. “What is it you wish to discuss with me?”

Kai watched you wring your hands nervously and bite your bottom lip, trying to think of the words you wanted to say, and as each second of silence grew, so too did his aggravation and annoyance.

He was just about to snap at you to hurry it up when you finally spoke.

“Why are you having all my things moved into your chambers?”

Kai knew exactly what you were wanting to argue with him about the moment the words left your mouth, and it took every scrap of his self restraint to stop himself from throwing back his head and groaning loudly in a very rude and undignified manner.

Instead, he took in a subtle and calming breath to steady himself, as it would be incredibly unfair to snap at you for questioning his decision the way any self respecting Lady of class would. Given your views on proper decorum, he should have anticipated that you would try and convince him to rethink his choice once you learned of it. Your modesty and sense of respectability were two of the many qualities that had drawn him to you in the first place and made him love you so deeply, but it was just so incredibly frustrating when he constantly had to remind you that such things had no place between you and himself. It was one thing for you to act this way in public and around Eri, but it was pointless when the two of you were alone.

“(Y/N), why must we continue to circle back to this topic every time we speak?” He asked, his tone exasperated and tired.

You actually had the nerve to look surprised and confused by his question, as if you didn’t already know what his opinion on the matter would be.

“Because I simply do not understand why you are so impatient, Kai!” You said, just as frustrated with him as he was with you. “I may not have any experience with marriage or romantic entanglements, but I do know that this is not how a proper courtship should be conducted.” You snapped at him, and for once, it was you not giving him a chance to speak before you were finished as you plowed on with your rant. “I will be the first to admit that perhaps I am a bit too strict when it comes to upholding traditions and values, but it seems like every time I am able to come to terms with the improper conduct you insist upon, you throw something new at me, and setting me up in your rooms before we are officially married is just taking it a step too far.”

When you finished, your breathing was a bit uneven and your body was trembling with all your nervous energy, the gravity of what you had just done and said finally dawning on you as you waited for what you expected would be Kai’s explosive reaction. Tears pricked your tightly shut eyes and the moment a quiet little sob broke free from your lips, you felt Kai’s arms gently wrapping around you, pulling you close. He stroked your hair as you cried against his chest, not saying a word as he allowed you to release all that pent up anxiety, and when you were done, when your sobs had turned to quiet sniffles, only then did he choose to speak.

“Forgive me for putting this stress upon you, my dear.” He whispered, his arms loosening around you just the littlest bit, but never fully letting go. “I only wish to be closer to you and the wait for the wedding has been unbearable for me.”

You pulled back to look up at him and opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off with such a quiet and menacing authority that you lost your voice completely.

“I gave you the courtesy of letting you speak your mind without interruption, my love.” He said, his tone as hard as his eyes were. “And now I expect you to do the same for me.”

You swallowed down the dread that made your mouth go dry and nodded weakly. “Yes, you’re right.” The words were barely more than a squeak, but he didn’t seem to mind as he gave you a small smile and brushed an errant tear streak off your cheek.

“Now, as I was saying.” He went on, never once letting his eyes stray away from your beautiful face. “I have done my best to be as patient as accommodating as possible with you regarding all of this, especially since I know you are used to how such things are done in places where our relationship and actions would be scrutinized more closely and harshly, but you seem to be actively ignoring the fact that such issues do not plague us here.” He knew he was getting himself too worked up and he paused to take a calming breath before continuing. “Every single servant and member of the household staff is unequivocally loyal to me and our family. There is no one around here who might judge us, no one to spread nasty rumors about us based on our actions and behavior, this is the benefit of such isolation and wealth.” He gently explained, doing his best to make you understand just how incredibly irrational this worry of yours was.

“Do you not realize that you are the only one who sees an issue with any of this, my love?”

He knew that he was probably taking this too far in trying to make you feel guilty for reacting in a manner that was, in all fairness, very understandable for such a shy and modest woman such as yourself. You were a very opinionated and independent young woman, and while that was fine and relatively acceptable whilst you were unspoken for and alone, but you were now his, and he needed you to finally acknowledge that fact. By accepting his courtship and marriage proposal, you had, however inadvertently, agreed to placing your life and future into his capable hands. He was now your confidant, your lover, your husband, your master, and yes, even your owner.

This bad habit of yours, of fighting him on every decision he made for you, was quickly becoming a thorn in his side. He needed you to start obeying him like a proper wife; if he told you to get on your knees between his legs, you would do so, if he told you to lift your skirts and warm his cock while he worked at his desk, you would do so, and if he told you he was ready to have a baby, then you would do what was expected of you and happily beg him to fill your cunt and womb with his seed. Something as mundane and simple as moving into his rooms, even if it was before the wedding, should have been as easy as breathing for you.

You knew he was right, Sarah had told you just as much this morning, but knowing it and accepting it were two very different things for you.

You only wanted to have a proper courtship, to do things the way they were supposed to be done, but every time you tried to voice your concerns or get someone to listen, you were constantly brushed off and treated as though you were a simpleton who had no idea what you were talking about. Kai and everyone else kept telling you that these things didn’t matter because there was no one to care about them, but someone did care about them, you cared about them. And maybe it was crazy to be the only one concerned about maintaining a sense of propriety for a household of people who didn’t care at all about such things, but you did care, and it bothered you that you were the only one who did. It bothered you that you were the only one who was expected to change and accept the status quo, especially when no one else was willing to even attempt to do the same thing for you.

You wanted to voice all of what you felt, but Kai began to speak again, and with that hard look still lingering on the edge of his expression, you were loath to interrupt him again.

“I only want to be closer to you, and after sharing our bodies and pleasure with one another already, I thought that is what you wanted as well.” His expression grew sullen and he turned his face away from you, and you suddenly felt a bit guilty for being so difficult when all he was trying to do was show you how much he cared for you. “I truly did not think it would disgust you so much to openly share a room and bed with me after what we did.”

“It doesn’t!” You quickly said, frantically trying to reassure him of the exact opposite. “I am in no way disgusted by you Kai, or by what we shared together.” You couldn’t stop yourself from taking his face in your trembling hands and turning him back to face you. “I was just overwhelmed by it all, and wished you would have talked to me about it first instead of trying to make it a surprise.” You gave him a weary smile that he thankfully returned, much to your relief. “I know I can be a tad straight-laced when it comes to certain matters, but if this really means so much to you, I will set aside my misgivings and give it a chance.”

Hours earlier, you had already made the difficult decision to be more open and willing to allow what had happened between the two of you to continue, so what harm was there really in adding yet another check mark to the ever growing list of improprieties.

Kai’s answering smile was positively saccharine as his eyes grew heavy-lidded and he pulled you so close you could have sworn you felt his heartbeat though the layers of clothing that separated your bare chests.

“I promise you will not regret this, my darling love.” He said, and placed a lingering kiss on your cheek, and another just a little lower, and very quickly, you suddenly had a very clear image of just what exactly he expected to happen now that the disagreement between you two was solved.

“I trust you, Kai.” You said in a whisper-soft voice, even as they left a bitter taste on the back of your tongue.

Kai didn’t bother responding in words, he simply scooped you up into his arms with a flourish, your weight and the weight of your dress and skirts not seeming to be an obstacle for him in the slightest as he carried you over to his desk to set you down on top of it with a gentle thump. His lips were on yours a second later, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth as he tangled his fingers in your hair and forced you to tilt your head back and grip his shoulders to help you accommodate the aggressiveness of it all.

Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of objects and paper flying as Kai swept his arm behind you, throwing nearly all the contents of his desk onto the floor.

“Kai!” You gasped in shock and tried to look behind you to see how bad the mess was, but the grip he had on your hair was too firm as he twisted your head back to face him so he could resume his relentless assault on your mouth.

“Hari and the other servants will take care of it later.” He explained between kisses as his mouth moved down your throat and straight towards your decolletage. “Currently, I have much more pressing matters to focus on at the moment.” His voice was husky and full of desire as he kissed and licked the tops of your very delectable breasts. “Such as getting my head between your legs and reacquainting myself with the taste of your sweet arousal.”

Your face heated with shame and embarrassment, but before you could open your mouth to speak, Kai laid a warm hand against your chest, right between your still covered and heaving breasts, and gently pushed you to lie back.

He was looking down at you with that same hungry expression he’d been wearing this morning after he’d flipped you back over, the only difference this time was that you knew exactly what he planned on doing and just what it would feel like.

“Dinner won’t be served for another hour or so, and I am feeling quite famished already.” He said in a sickeningly sweet tone before sinking down to kneel on the ground before you. “But I think that you shall be the perfect snack to tide me over until then.”

The last few words came out sounding more hoarse and deep, but once again, the words you wanted to say were replaced with a gasp as Kai yanked you forward, pulling you until your hips were just at the edge of the desk and your now throbbing center was right at his eye level.

And as Kai slid his head and hands under your skirts and between your legs, as you felt him yank down your small-clothes and toss them away, as he pushed your thighs apart and you felt the first swipe of his tongue between your tender wet folds, you couldn’t stop the silent tears that gathered in your eyes and dripped down onto the dark wood of the desk. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit down on your lower lip to hold back the sobbing moan that threatened to fly up your throat, and you turned your head to the side, as if it would do anything to help block out the sensation of Kai’s greedy tongue slipping inside your clenching hole or his thumb rubbing steady circles on your aching clit.

Your eyes flew open though when Kai replaced his tongue inside you with his fingers and hit a particularly sensitive spot that had you crying out and seeing stars, but it was as your blurry vision cleared that you suddenly noticed the one item left sitting atop the desk.

It was an ornate iron lock-box, beautifully crafted with odd and grotesque symbols and patterns that seemed to make no sense, and sealed with a large padlock bearing the Chisaki family crest across its front. It was so peculiar, and it seemed so out of place just sitting there out in the open on the desk. Did Kai keep it within eye-shot because it, or whatever it contained, was valuable? If so, why not keep it in the large vault down in the basement, or in one of the many hidden safes located around the house? Perhaps you were overthinking it and it contained nothing of monetary value and was merely sentimental in nature.

Either way, something about it disturbed you and made you want to flee its presence, like it was somehow looking back at you and damning your very existence, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t turn to look away from it.

So you laid there, moaning and crying out in unwanted pleasure as Kai continued to feast upon you, and unable to look away from the strange and monstrous iron box.

—————

Later on that evening, you sat at your vanity, now moved into Kai’s room, your room as well now you supposed, waiting for Sarah to come and help you ready yourself for bed. And even though you kept telling yourself that this room would have been yours anyway in just a few short months, you couldn’t help but feel awkward and small in the cavernous space.

This was your first time being in Kai’s rooms and you noted with surprise how they were twice as large as your previous set of rooms, which made sense when you considered the fact that these were the rooms specifically designed by and for the head of the family.

It was sparsely decorated, but no less opulently than the rest of the house, though it was obviously suited more towards a man’s taste in furnishings and colors, a fact Kai had been sure to mention would be rectified at once when he first escorted you inside and told you to get acquainted with it. He left you alone very soon after that, saying he needed to speak with Hari back in his office before joining you in bed.

You had been too tired though to go poking around long enough to find more than where your clothing was, and had instead taken a seat at your current spot, Sarah could show you where all your things had been stored and placed once she arrived, or tomorrow morning when you were hopefully more well rested.

Kai had managed to get two orgasms out of you before he had blessedly noticed that it was nearly time for supper. As he’d helped you put your skirts back to right and fixed your messy and slightly sweat-dampened hair, he’d lamented on the fact that he didn’t have enough time to give you at least one more, but had promised, much to your discomfort, that he would make it up to you later on in bed that night.

Before leaving his office, you had politely asked if you could have a few moments before dinner to go freshen up and possibly change into a different dress, but Kai had frowned at that and told you ‘no’, that he liked the idea of you going about the rest of the evening with nothing on beneath your skirts and still dripping with the evidence of what he had done to you and made you feel. It made you feel dirty and violated, but you had reminded yourself that you vowed to start acting like a proper wife who would obey her husband and had wisely kept your mouth shut, even as a little voice in the back of your mind whispered that he was not your husband, not just yet at least. For all you knew, such private requests were common amongst married couples and speaking out against it would have been an overreaction on your part.

Dinner had at least been pleasant enough, with Eri taking up the majority of the time by telling you and Kai about her day, never-mind the fact that you had spent most of it with her. And afterwards, you and Kai had both taken notice of just how tired she looked and had quickly ushered her off to bed, lest she get sick from a lack of sleep. She had drifted off halfway through her nightly bedtime story and you and your fiancé had shared a soft and tender moment just sitting there watching her. It felt so normal and perfectly right that you hadn’t even hesitated when Kai had drawn you to your feet and kissed you, whispering words of love and affection in your ear before pulling you out of the room.

But now, you couldn’t help but panic and fret as you recalled what would likely happen once Kai returned and the two of you were once again in bed together.

You wondered if you could pretend to be asleep when he came back, or feign exhaustion from the day's events. Neither would likely deter him for long or work indefinitely, but if you could just have one more night to come to terms with what was happening, you felt you could accept it all the more come morning.

The sound of the door opening signaled Sarah’s arrival and you quickly plastered on a more pleasant expression as you bowed your head and waited for her to begin unfastening your dress and the corset that lay beneath. You prayed that after your talk with her this morning that she would not comment on your lack of undergarments from the waist down.

“Thank you, Sarah.” You said, groaning in relief as your dress and corset loosened under her expert fingers.

She only let out an odd huffing noise, which was quite unlike her. She was normally very talkative and eager to ask how your day was, or share the latest gossip she’d heard amongst the rest of the servants with you.

Lifting your head and looking into the mirror, you nearly jumped out of your seat and skin when you saw that it was not Sarah behind you, helping you to undress, but Kai.

“Kai!” You gasped in shock. “You scared me half to death.” You placed a hand against your chest over your racing heart, taking deep breaths to steady yourself. “Why didn’t you say it was you? And where is Sarah?”

Kai could only laugh merrily at your expense, though it was not to be cruel.

Sarah had been in the meeting he’d just had with Hari, giving him her daily report on anything he might need to know about alongside her husband, and he had decided to allow them both to leave and go to bed together early. He was more than capable of assisting his own wife in readying herself for bed now that you were in your rightful place for the evening. There was no need for Sarah to take the unnecessary time to do it when she and Hari already worked so hard to keep the household running so smoothly. Let them go and enjoy one another for the evening, he would most certainly be doing just that with you as well.

But when he had entered the room to find you waiting at your dressing table, likely for Sarah, and you hadn’t looked up to see who it was, he hadn’t been able to quiet the playful idea that had lit up his imagination.

“Forgive me, my love.” He reached out to pull you into his arms, smiling broadly as he did so. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just couldn’t resist teasing you with my little trick.” He confessed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I relieved Sarah of her duties for the rest of the evening and told her and Hari to enjoy the rest of their evening together.”

You blinked up at him as the words slowly registered in your mind. “Then… who shall be assisting me in getting ready for bed this evening?” You asked, even though you already knew the probable answer.

Kai’s grin turned wicked as his hands traveled down to squeeze your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his strong hands while he thought back to how wonderful this particular part of your anatomy had felt against his cock this morning. He wondered just how much more exquisite it would look and feel once he had you on your hands and knees, and could see it rippling with the force of his thrusting hips. He imagined looking down to see his cock, slick and wet with your juices, sliding in and out of you while he gave each of your ass cheeks a firm but gentle smack.

“I will be the one assisting you with that from now on.” He replied smoothly, as if his mind wasn’t in a state of total lust and depravity. “It is my honor to do so and I insist upon it.” He concluded, leaving you no room to argue, as he knew you likely would try to do.

Before either of you could go on though, there was a sudden little pounding on the door and a familiar voice calling out in a distressed tone.

“Papa!” Eri cried, sounding frantic.

Kai let go of you and rushed straight for the door, and you would have been hot on his heels were it not for your dress getting tangled at your feet and making you stumble in your haste.

Kai threw the door open and was immediately almost bowled over by his frightened and weeping daughter.

“What is the matter, my angel?” He asked, scooping her up into his arms and rocking her back and forth.

“Mama isn’t in her room and I don’t know where she went.” She managed to get out between broken sobs.

Kai hated to see his precious little girl cry, but he smiled into her soft white hair when he thought of the relief and joy that would soon replace her tears in just a moment.

“Eri?”

Your voice was just as frantic as Eri’s had been, and tinged with so much worry and concern that Kai nearly wept from it, because it told him just how much you cared for her. Only a woman who was truly meant to be a mother could be so concerned for a child that she hadn’t even given birth to. Not that such a fact had ever mattered to Kai, you were Eri’s mother as surly as he was her father, his first wife was just the receptacle that had grown her and pushed her out. In fact, he was so confident about it, that it wouldn’t have surprised him in the slightest to discover your name stamped on her very heart and soul, nor hers on your own.

Eri’s tiny head shot up to look in the direction of your voice, and the moment she saw you, she was wriggling to get free of his arms so she could go to you and reassure herself that you were really here.

Kai might have been jealous of it, were it anyone else she was so desperate to get to, but he could never feel such a way over you. So he sat her down gently on her feet and in an instant she was at your side.

You dropped down to your knees, not caring that your dress and corset were undone in the back as she flew into your arms and you wrapped them around her in a tight embrace as her own little arms went around your neck.

“I’m right here.” You whispered over and over to her, picking her up and walking over to sit on the sofa in front of the warmth of the crackling fireplace. “I would never leave you.” You softly promised her, only losing focus on her for a brief moment when you noticed Kai coming to take a seat beside the two of you.

Eventually, her crying quieted to weak little sniffles and you gave her a soft smile when she pulled back from you. Her face was wet from crying and her nose was running, but you simply reached into a pocket located in the folds of your skirt and pulled out a handkerchief. You whipped her face clean with it and instructed her to blow her nose, and when she was done and the soiled cloth was set aside, she asked you.

“Why are you here in Papa’s room, Mama?” She asked curiously. “Did you have a bad dream or get scared of the dark as well?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the innocence of her questions and playfully poked her in the side, knowing just how ticklish she was and causing her to squirm in a fit of giggles. “It seems you’ve figured me out, you little sleuth.”

When her laughter had subsided and no trace of fear or worry remained on her perfect little face, she raised one quizzical brow at you, the same way Kai sometimes did, and asked in what she must have thought was a very grown-up voice.

“Did you really, or are you just fibbing?”

You looked at her aghast, and made an over the top gasping noise, like you were genuinely shocked by her accusation.

“Even Mama’s can have bad dreams or get scared of the dark sometimes, sweetheart.” You confidently told her, and tried not to think about the weeks of nightmares that had followed you after that horrifying discovery at the inn, and still occasionally occurred even now, months later. Perhaps Kai even knew what you were unwillingly recalling, because his hand was suddenly rubbing your back in silent comfort.

She nodded, as if your word was all that was needed to make her believe it.

“And that’s why you also came to Papa’s room, because you know he will never let anything hurt us?”

You hoped that neither of them would notice your hesitation, or pick up on how your smile became more subdued as you traitorously thought of how Kai sometimes seemed like the most dangerous person you had ever met. But you would never dare say anything like that out-loud, and certainly to where Eri or Kai could potentially hear it.

“Once again, my brilliant little girl, you have me all figured out.”

She beamed at the praise, her face lighting up with so much joy that it almost made you completely forget about what was going on between you and Kai.

“Does that mean I can sleep in here with both of you tonight?” She eagerly asked, looking back and forth between you and Kai with wide and hopeful eyes.

Kai was the one who responded first this time, although it wasn’t as if he said anything to contradict what you were already going to say as well.

“Of course you can.” He happily told her, leaning in to kiss you both on the cheek. “Me and Mama will finish getting ready for bed, and then we shall make a sleepover out of it.” He then took her from your arms and into his own once more. “How about I send for some hot chocolate and a few sweet treats to be brought up and the three of us can sit by the fire here and read a story before we all go to bed?”

Eri was in full agreement, and even you couldn’t deny what a nice idea it was and joined her in her happy cheers, your stress and worries forgotten about for the time being.

Kai smiled at the perfect picture the two of you made together as he stood to leave the room and find a servant. He was a little disappointed that his original plans for the evening would have to be put on hold until a night where the two of you could be alone, but it would always be worth it for something like this. He would give up everything in the world to keep you both like this forever, so happy and carefree, so perfect and beautiful. The only thing that could ever make it more so would be a baby nestled in your rounded womb or in your arms, and he had every intention of making that vision a solid reality the moment his ring slid onto your finger.

“I will return in just a moment.” He said, never taking his eyes off either of you.

“I love you both so very much.”

I hope you all enjoy this extra long chapter!

With the holidays being right around the corner and my workplace being short-staffed, I'm not too sure when my next update will be, and that goes for ALL my fics unfortunately. But I hope this will help tide you all over until then.

And once again, please don't hesitate to share you thoughts with me!

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 Lost Song. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME!

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I've been patiently waiting for this. Thank you for the food, my friend!!! I look forward to savoring it this weekend.

The Whispering Darkness (Part 7) Yandere!Kai x Fem!Reader

Part 6 & TBC in Part 8

Summary: The year is 1799 and and you have just recently being hired by the prominent and well-to-do Kai Chisaki to serve as the governess for his young daughter, Eri, in the small town of Sleepy Hollow. All seems to be going well as you grow close to your newest charge, but as her father’s seemingly innocent curiosity in you begins to grow darker and darker; bordering on what seems to be a sick obsession, and rumors of ghostly hauntings and grisly murders plague the small town you now call home, you can’t help but feel a creeping sense of dread crawl up your spine as you wonder what secrets are being kept in the whispering darkness all around you.

Warnings: Dark thoughts, dirty thoughts, full on dub-con/non-con, heavy smut, typical yandere behavior, VERY DARK!!!, see tags for more…

There was an unfamiliar and warm pressure at your back and sliding along your neck as you slowly awoke from the comforting haze of sleep, one you couldn’t stop yourself from unconsciously leaning back into.

Your first thought had been that it must be Eri, as she had been climbing into bed with you quite often these days, either in the middle of the night after a nightmare, or first thing in the morning if she woke up before you. But that theory was proven to be dead on arrival when you realized that the mass of warmth behind you was far too large to be that of your daughter. And if that wasn’t enough to tell you who was currently cuddled up to your back, then the memories of what took place before you went to bed certainly were.

You recalled it all with embarrassingly vivid clarity; the filthy words he’d whispered into your ear, the way his hands had felt on the most intimate parts of your body, the way his fingers felt moving inside of you, driving you higher and higher towards that soul-rocking peak that had left you boneless and unaware of everything around you.

“K-Kai?” You nervously said his name, your voice still thick with tiredness as you tried not to moan when his teeth nipped at your bare shoulder. You couldn’t see him, but you felt him smile into the curve of your neck.

“Good morning, my lovely fiancée.” He exclaimed, his voice low and oozing with affection and sensual promise. “I hope you slept as peacefully as myself.”

You didn’t know how to respond, floundering for something to say as a rush of shame and embarrassment washed over you. Kai was holding you even closer than before and it was only then that you realized you were completely naked underneath the sheets and blankets. You had been so exhausted after what he’d done to you the night before, that you only had the briefest memory of him stripping you out of your damp clothes before putting you to bed and joining you shortly afterwards.

Meanwhile, Kai, completely oblivious to your ongoing turmoil, was far too preoccupied with grinding himself against the sweet swell of your backside. He wished he could nudge your legs apart just the tiniest bit and slide himself inside you, perhaps roll you over onto your stomach and ride you from behind, pinning your arms behind your back for good measure. He somehow found that to be the most submissive position he’d imagined putting you in so far, not to mention, it was the one that would leave you the most helpless. He told himself it would only be to ensure your utmost pleasure, that if the overwhelming sensations became too much for you to handle, there would be no way for you to slip out of his loving grasp and you’d have no choice but to take it. But somewhere, submerged deep in his subconscious, he knew there were far darker and more complex reasons for why he wanted you so powerless against him.

They were the reasons that explained why his need for control was so great, why he felt the need to isolate you and Eri from everything and everyone that he didn’t approve of, and why he’d go to any and all lengths imaginable to make sure neither of you ever had the means or desire to leave him.

“You feel so incredible.” Kai whisper-groaned, nuzzling your neck as he continued to move against you, his hips picking up speed while you laid there in stunned and mortified silence.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak up and voice a single protest, all that came out of your mouth was a gasping moan when you suddenly felt his warm hand sliding over your stomach and down between your legs to toy with the same sensitive bundle of nerves he’d touched the night before.

Kai let out an appreciative sound the moment his fingertips brushed through your damp folds and throbbing clit. “Such a naughty girl.” He whispered into your ear as he pressed himself harder against your bare ass. “You’re already so wet for me.” He went on, not bothering to let you reply before his middle finger found its way inside you. “You looked like a goddess riding out your pleasure on my fingers last night, maybe I should have you do the same with my tongue this morning.” His tone was full of heated promise as he slowly slid that finger out of you, smearing your own juices against your clit and rubbing teasing circles over it. “Would you like that, my dear?” He asked, nipping at your earlobe and drawing another moan from you that went straight to his hard and aching cock.

“I’ve imagined it so many times by now; how lovely these perky breasts of yours will look when I’m glancing up from between your soft thighs.” He slid his free arm around to your front and cupped one of those said breasts, squeezing gently and pinching your nipple between the knuckles of two fingers. “How sweet you’ll taste when I bury my tongue inside you while you grind down on my face, and how your fingers will feel digging into my hair as you beg me for release.”

Rather than responding to him with articulate words, all that managed to slip past your lips was a keening moan as those two slicked up fingers continued their slow and steady pace against your clit.

“Or perhaps…” He grinned when your hips began rocking into the motion of his hand. “Perhaps it’s time I begin teaching you the best way to please your husband-to-be.” He suggested, dragging his lips from the back of your neck to your ear, not giving you any time to get a word in before he went on. “But the question is, should I show you how to stroke, or suck my cock to completion first?” He asked, though he didn’t expect any kind of a real answer from you. “Maybe it would even be best to kill two birds with one stone and have you do both.” He said, reaching down for the ties on his sleeping pants to free his painfully hard erection. “Although, I think my cock might be a bit too big to fit completely in this pretty little mouth of yours.”

You almost screamed in shock when you felt something hot and hard with a slick tip settle and grind between your bum-cheeks, but two of Kai’s finger’s found their way into your mouth to rub against the wet pad of your tongue, and the unpleasant taste on his fingers let you know that they were the ones that had just been between your legs.

“But I’ll certainly enjoy watching you try to fit it all in this tight little cavity.”

You whimpered in protest, but the noise was drowned out by the sound of Kai’s heavy panting and his ever quickening moans as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, licking and sucking at any place his mouth could touch.

“Now, be a good girl and clean these for me, won’t you?”

You tried to tell him to wait, to stop and let you think, but the fingers in your mouth gagged you further and the words came out sounding garbled and incoherent.

“Your husband gave you an order, Dearest, now do as you were told.” He snapped, his tone sharp and clipped despite his panting breath, and to avoid angering him, you quickly, if a bit tentatively, did as he ordered.

“There we go.” Kai moaned when he felt your warm lips close around his middle and ring finger, and he rewarded you with another open mouth kiss on the neck and a gentle pinch to your already tender nipple. “Now start sucking and licking, nice and easy, and be sure to mind your teeth.” He softly instructed you, toning down the harshness of his voice now that you were behaving properly and obediently for him. “My cock will fill your mouth much more fully and the last thing I want is to feel the scrape of them against such a sensitive part of my anatomy.” He went on, the threat not outright stated, but heavily implied, should such a mistake on your part ever occur. “It will likely feel a good deal uncomfortable the first few times, but I’ll be as gentle as possible while you grow accustomed to the process.” He sounded amused and demonstrated what he meant by thrusting his fingers and timing the grinding of his hips against your ass to match.

You heard him, but the words sounded distant and muffled as your mind tried to keep up with the events unfolding around you. It all felt like too much; his touch was too hot and too rough, your skin felt itchy and there was a ringing in your ears that wouldn’t cease, and all you wanted was to fall back into blissful dreamless sleep and wake up to find that all of this had been nothing more than an uncomfortable dream.

“Fuck…” Kai moaned again and again in your ear, thus reminding you that this was in fact your reality and there was no hope of ignoring it or forgetting it. “You feel… so good!”

The words were so simple, but somehow, despite the reluctance of your mind, your body still reacted to them and you felt your womanhood clench and you couldn’t stop yourself from wishing he’d return his fingers to where they’d previously been, but when you tried to voice your plea, his fingers got in the way and all you wanted to do was thrash your body around and cry out in frustration.

Kai could sense your need for him mounting, like a predator catching the scent of fresh quarry on the wind, he was drawn towards it. This was only his second time being this intimate with you, but already he was picking up on your reactions and tells, committing all of them to memory for future reference. But he needed to see to his own needs first, he was so high strung and on edge that he actually feared what he might do to you if he didn’t release some of his own pent up frustrations.

“I will take care of you very soon, my love.” He promised, nipping at your ear and moaning even louder than before as he drew closer and closer to his own finish. “But first…”

You heard his words trail off and you felt a great deal more comfortable when he suddenly removed his fingers from your mouth, but unfortunately, that relief was short lived when you suddenly found yourself rolled over onto your stomach with Kai laying atop you and holding you down, still grinding his cock against the cleft of your ass. It was terrifying and humiliating all at the same time, but you couldn’t find your voice or the words to beg him to stop, all you found yourself capable of doing was moaning as the rocking motion he set made the tangled sheets rub and drag against your too sensitive body in the most delicious of ways.

Kai heard the way you were moaning and grinned like a fiend. “What a naughty girl you are.” He said, his voice hoarse and deep as he tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled ever so slightly. “It appears I’m not the only one who enjoys a bit of roughness in the bedroom after all.”

You might have tried to deny his horrid and untrue claim, but all that ended up coming out was another grunt as the hand in your hair pressed the side of your face into the soft bedding and his movements grew rougher and more erratic, as did the noises he was making. You were mortified by those very sounds, last night had been different because you had known that there was no one in the family wing but the two of you and a sleeping Eri, no one was around to hear the private and inappropriate noises you and he were making. But now, when all the servants and staff were up and about, seeing to the start of the day, anyone could potentially walk by the door and hear everything. You were at least trying to muffle your own cries and moans, but Kai seemingly didn’t care at all who might be potentially within earshot, as if he wanted to be as loud as possible.

What would happen if Hari were to pass by on his way to give Kai his morning itinerary and heard all of this? What would Sara think when she arrived to help you dress and ready yourself for the day and found you in such a compromising and inappropriate position?

Or worse yet, what would you say to Eri if she came rushing in through the door to see you, or because she couldn’t find Kai and panicked?

Had Kai even thought to lock the door last night before climbing into bed with you?

…

“I am going to cum all over your back.” He triumphantly declared, pulling you out of those thoughts and back into the present. “I am going to cover you in my seed and paint your skin like a canvas.”

You genuinely had no idea what to expect, but Kai’s guttural groans of ecstasy and the unfamiliar sensation of something hot and wet spraying across your lower back was a fairly good indicator of what he’d been referring to.

Kai’s mind was shrouded in a haze of blissful contentment as he basked in the afterglow of his first real release with you. He might not have made love to you, or filled your womb with his cum as he so truly wished to do, but as he gingerly sat up onto his knees, still straddling your hips and thighs, and looked down to see his softening cock resting between your ass cheeks and his seed decorating your skin, he couldn’t find it in himself to care too much. You were here with him, sharing a bed with him, precisely where you always belonged, and all felt right in the world. It didn’t even matter to him that you and he were technically sinning by indulging in such promiscuous intimacies before your upcoming marriage, all that mattered to him was that you were here, panting and whimpering beneath the warm protection of his body, your beautiful form shaking and shivering with unfulfilled need, a need he had every intention of seeing to now that his own had been dealt with so spectacularly.

You on the other hand, couldn’t seem to get a handle on what you wanted…

You knew it was finally over, and that should have relieved you, but all it did was remind you of your own burning desire and how Kai had promised you he’d see to it, but had yet to do so.

Then, as if your own traitorous thoughts and body had called him to action, you felt Kai slid back ever so slightly and suddenly, his fingers were between your legs, stroking your sensitive slit and gathering up the moisture that had been accumulating there since the moment you had awoken. He made some sort of appreciative noise as he did this and when he removed them, you soon heard the unmistakable sound of him shamelessly sucking on them as he groaned in pleasure. It made you sick to your stomach, even as your mind went wild imagining what his tongue would feel like on such an engorged part of your body, especially now that you knew what an orgasm felt like.

Gripping the bedding even harder, you closed your eyes to keep your shameful tears at bay. You knew Kai well enough by this point to know he would not take kindly to them should he see and would immediately view them as a rejection, and you weren’t entirely too sure you would be able to deny such a claim if you were asked.

“You were so good and patient for me, (Y/N).” He whispered, and you gasped rather loudly when he lightly dragged his middle finger down the length of your spine, gliding it through the cooling wetness on your back that had yet to be whipped away. “You have no idea how much I love you, how long I’ve dreamed of being with you like this, of using our bodies to bring one another to the highest peaks of pleasure.”

You had nothing to say to that, too unnerved to speak, so you buried your face in the sheets and only managed to groan his name in a very unladylike manner, but it seemed Kai did not mind this whatsoever as he only laughed merrily and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart.” He whispered, his breath hot and moist against the sensitive skin of your ear. “After all, I still have a promise to you I need to keep.”

One second you were on your stomach, and the next, you were on your back, with a very smug and amorous fiancé looking down at you and straddling your hips, dragging his still hungry gaze over every single inch of your freshly exposed body as if you were his own personal Mona Lisa.

On instinct you made a move to cover your naked breasts, still not used to having his eyes on such an intimate part of your body, but Kai must have sensed it and disapproved, because his gaze quickly hardened in a way that told you such a reaction would not be tolerated. Instead, you settled for shifting your gaze uncomfortably off to the side and slightly squirming. You almost cringed at the way his sticky seed felt, smeared between your back and the soft texture of the sheets, but you kept that feeling in check, for the moment at least.

“I believe I am feeling rather peckish this morning, my love.” You heard him say and your gaze shot back to meet his own, only to find his near glowing eyes trained and settled on the space between your legs. He was looking at your body the same way you imagined a starving animal would look at its first meal after days of starvation, he even grinned and licked his lips like his mouth was watering. “And I believe that you are the perfect treat to satisfy my hunger.”

And then, to your complete and utter embarrassment, you watched him reach out his hands to gently grope both your heaving breasts, brushing his thumbs across your hardened nipples, lazily flicking them back and forth.

“I believe it would be most prudent of me to begin my morning meal with these.” He said teasingly.

You couldn’t stop yourself from arching your back at the sensation any more than you could keep your sharp cry of pleasure at bay. The feel of his large warm hands on such a private and feminine part of your body felt like a bolt of lightning striking you. It felt so good, even as your mind and conscience screamed at you about how wrong it all was. This shouldn’t be happening, not yet at least, not until you were a properly wedded couple. But just like every time your sense of decorum and propriety reared its head and tried to break through the cloud of pleasure filled confusion Kai seemed determined to keep you in, the man himself went out of his way to push you back under that hazy surface and smother any and all thoughts you might have about making him cease his debaucherous acts.

“What did I say last night about thinking too hard?” Kai whispered, draping himself over your prone figure to kiss and suckle at the smooth column of your neck. “You will enjoy all of this so much more once you stop and simply feel what I have to offer you.” He went on, having taken your semi-silence as an agreement on your part. “Nothing about any of this is wrong, such activities are completely natural for two people as deeply in love as you and I are.”

You tried to open your mouth to speak, to say something, anything that would make him stop and just listen to you for one bleeding moment, but the now familiar feeling of his middle and ring fingers easily slipping inside your still wet and aching center made them catch in your throat on a gasping moan.

And the last thing you saw before your head was pushed back under that growing cloud was Kai’s devilish face grinning down at you, his eye’s dancing with something dark and wicked as he whispered the words you feared would spell the end to your own sense of self.

“Now, be a good and obedient little wife and allow your husband to love you.”

Once again, I feel I must apologize for the tardiness of this chapter, especially with how short it is compared to most of my updates. This one is mostly just another smutty filler before we get back into the real meat and potatoes of the story with the next one, so on that note, I hope you all will enjoy this and share your thoughts with me.

Until next time!

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 Lost Song. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME!

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A Long Way from Home (Part 7) Yandere!Yakuza Boss x Plus Sized Fem!Reader

Part 6 TBC in Part 8

Summary: You’ve lived in the same small town your entire life and have worked at the same bar for most of the adult portion of it, nothing out of the ordinary has ever happened, until the day you met Hideki; a smug Japanese foreigner who you suspect is a lot more dangerous than his laid back attitude would have you believe. Sometimes he seems fine, even pleasant almost, but most other times you see a spark in his eyes when he looks at you that causes dread to start creeping up the back of your neck. You don’t know what he wants and you don’t want to find out, but in the end, he may not give you a choice in the matter.

Trigger warnings: There are a few red flags in this one, but all in all, this chapter is pretty tame, aside from some of the smuttiness.

Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this and future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction. None, I repeat, NONE of these happenings are based on real people or events. I’m putting that out there since this isn’t technically fan-fiction, everything except the base concept sent in by the anon is original.

After paying the bill at the restaurant, you and Hideki made your way back to your car a few short blocks away where you had left it in the hotel's parking lot.

Hideki wasted no time and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you so close there was no possible way you could mistake the hard line brushing up against your hip as anything other than his cock while the two of you walked down the sidewalk together. Luckily, the streets were relatively quiet and deserted, otherwise he was sure you wouldn’t have been nearly as chill with him draping himself all over you the way he was. He could tell you likely weren’t a fan of ‘PDA’ or exhibitionism, and he was fine with that for the most part, he had no real desire to share you or your cute little reactions with anyone else, save for Makoto of course.

And speaking of Makoto, he needed to remember to send him a quick text and let him know that he wouldn’t be coming back up to the room tonight, he thought to himself as the two of you approached your vehicle.

He knew you were going to have to be the one driving, but he still stepped forward to open the driver side door for you, flashing you a cocky smile when you whispered a small ‘thank you’ in appreciation and slid into the seat with a flustered expression. He couldn’t wait to see you make that face once he had you naked and sprawled beneath him.

As Hideki shut the door for you and proceeded to make his way around to the other side of the car, you only had a split second to contemplate whether or not you should lock the doors and speed away from him and this incredibly rash decision. You wanted to blame your lowered inhibitions on the alcohol or even say that Hideki had made you feel pressured into saying yes, but you knew that would be entirely wrong. You were nowhere near drunk or even tipsy, and Hideki had been nothing but polite and charmingly flirtatious this evening. He wasn’t making you feel the least bit uncomfortable like all the other times, if anything, he was making you feel more confident and sexy than ever before. He wore his attraction to you like a badge of honor and it was single-handedly the best compliment you had ever received.

However, even if you had decided to do so, it was already too late as Hideki opened the door and slid into his own seat. You gave him a tentative smile as your sweaty hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter as you reminded yourself that you wanted this. You wanted to break out of your comfort zone for a rare change and Hideki was just the guy to do that with.

If things developed further between the two of you, past whatever took place tonight, then that would be wonderful. But if things grew awkward afterwards, which was also a very distinct possibility, then at least he wouldn’t be sticking around for too long afterwards.

It made you feel a bit awful when you thought about it too hard, because you were essentially just using him, but you strongly suspected that he was doing the same with you. So in a way, it was all fair play in the end… right?

Hideki was beaming as you started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. He shared none of the doubts you were currently having and was in fact, fully convinced that no matter how shy and nervous you felt yourself to be, you were just as confident on this matter as he was. He knew that most of it right now was just lust on your part, and he was content with that for the time being, he’d have your heart in no time once he showed you how skilled a lover he was.

Wanting to make sure there were no interruptions for the remainder of the evening, and maybe even tomorrow, Hideki took out his phone to send Makoto a text to let him know what was going on.

Hideki’s answering smile was both soft and wicked. He knew that there was no way Makoto would turn down the offer he’d inadvertently brought about, not after the way his eyes had lit up when he realized that he had a very real chance with you now. It might only be about the sex for him at this time, but Hideki knew it wouldn’t take more than a few days of getting to know you for Makoto realize just how wonderful you were.

Hideki appreciated the support of his best friend and partner, probably more than the other man would ever fully be aware of, and he knew that even if there wasn’t something for him to gain from all of this, Makoto would still be just as happy for him and his future with you.

But he was also extremely pleased that Makoto was going to give his suggestion a try.

He didn’t know why the idea of you also being with Makoto was such a big deal to him now. It’s not like this was his plan from the very beginning or anything, and up until a few hours ago, it never would have even crossed his mind to share you with another man. He likely would have killed anyone else had they suggested such a thing, but Makoto was different, special even. Hideki loved him fiercely, though he’d never say the words aloud, but it wasn’t the same as the love he had for his parents or even the love he now felt growing in his heart for you. Despite their numerous sexual exploits in the past involving the same women, and having a very strong desire to watch the other man fuck you and love you the same as himself, Hideki didn’t love Makoto like a lover, he had no sexual attraction towards him whatsoever. But he also loved and cared for him as more than just a friend and blood-brother.

It was a strange thing, to feel so strongly for another person, and to not have a way to properly explain it. Not that he needed to explain it, not to anyone, or even to himself. It was simply another facet of who he was, like breathing.

Then his eyes drifted over to you and he reached across the center console to rest his hand on your thigh, squeezing the fullness there that now filled his hand and made his already aching cock twitch behind his pants. As good as you looked in them, he wasn’t so sure he liked the way the denim of your jeans tightened up the meat of your legs, he would have preferred it if you had worn a skirt, or a dress like the one you’d worn to work last night. He wanted to feel the warmth of your soft bare skin against his fingers and palm, to see and feel his fingers make gentle indents in your plump flesh as he squeezed and groped your plush thighs.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” He asked softly, wanting to get you talking again. You hadn’t said a word since leaving the restaurant and he felt like that wasn’t at all in his favor.

You jumped ever so slightly when you felt the sudden pressure of Hideki’s heavy hand on your thigh and for a split second, you worried that he may try starting something here in the car, but you relaxed again when all he did was give a reassuring squeeze and stroke his thumb back and forth.

“I’m fine.” You said, flashing him a quick but genuine smile. “I suppose I’m just a tad embarrassed for how forward I was back there.” The words were barely a whisper and a part of you hoped he might not have heard your little admission.

But Hideki did hear you, and he had to bite back his urge to laugh and tease you over it.

When you asked him to go home with you, you’d spoken just as quietly as you always did and you shook like a leaf the whole time. He understood that this was a major step for you, and it likely took a great deal of courage for you to ask him that, but he still couldn’t help but find it humorous that such a simple thing was so monumental in your mind. He wanted to tease you about it, to get you all flustered and nervous right before he fucked you silly, but he knew that such a thing would likely backfire on him at this stage. His prior teasing and aggressive flirting hadn’t had the desired effect he’d been going for and as much as he hated having to alter his strategy, he wanted you happy and content, and if approaching this from a softer angle would win you over faster, then he was more than willing to bend his ways for you. After all, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel ridiculed and ashamed of your actions.

“I could tell how difficult that was for you.” He said, taking your hand that wasn’t currently resting on the wheel. “Being so forward I mean.” He clarified. “But I’m so very proud of you for doing so.” Then he lifted that same hand to his lips and laid a gentle kiss on the top of your knuckles. “I hope I’ll get to see even more of that side of you here soon.”

You nearly swerved right off the road and into a nearby ditch when you felt his lips brush over your hand, but it was his words that truly hit you the hardest. You barely knew the man, so his words of praise and encouragement shouldn’t have had this much of an effect on you… but they did. They made your heart stutter in your chest and your mouth suddenly went so dry your tongue was nearly glued to its roof, leaving you unable to respond with nothing more than a simple and quietly whispered sound of appreciation. It was a good thing too that you needed to keep your eyes on the road, because you weren’t sure you could have met the intensity you knew was held in his own dark gaze at this moment.

If Hideki was a cat, he’d have been purring right about now over your reaction.

He’d suspected that you had a praise kink, even if you were completely unaware of it yourself, and he had every intention of taking full advantage of it now that his suspicions were confirmed.

Silence enveloped the vehicle after that, but it didn’t escape your notice how Hideki never actually let go of your hand, not until you were suddenly pulling into your driveway and had to turn off the ignition. Then this entire situation suddenly felt all too real, and you couldn’t believe you were about to let a complete stranger into your home after only a single dinner together, especially after the way things had been going between the two of you these last few weeks since you first met him.

You had tried to convince yourself on the drive here that inviting him over didn’t necessarily mean you were obligated to sleep with him, you’d asked him over to share dessert and wine with you, and realistically, that’s all you needed to do together.

But, you did want to sleep with him… you just weren’t sure if you could follow through with it.

When he wasn’t going out of his way to try and intimidate you as a form of reverse-psychological flirtation, Hideki made you feel more confident and sure of yourself then anyone ever had before. Sure, J, your mom, and even the boss on occasion, did their best to hype you up, but they were family and that was to be expected. But ever since that kiss with him last night, his attraction to you didn’t seem nearly as ominous as before. The goosebumps prickling your skin whenever he was within touching distance of you were no longer from fear, and the tightness in your chest whenever he looked your way didn’t stem from worry over what he might do to you anymore, at least, not in a negative way anymore.

“So, are you going to invite me in, or did you bring me here just so I could admire your house's paint-job?”

The man’s teasing tone pulled you from your thoughts and your head turned quick as a whip to meet his heated stare, and with the way everything was bathed in the tint of the setting sun, casting him in a softly glowing halo of golden light, you couldn’t help but stare back like a dumbfounded fool.

Unbeknownst to you, Hideki was just as in awe of you, as you were of him, he was just better at not showing it, and he hoped it was a trait you would never come to learn yourself. He loved how every thought and emotion you felt were as easy for him to read as an open book.

“Oh! I- umm…” You squirmed a little in your seat and Hideki wondered if it was solely because of your nerves, or because you were trying to ease the slick ache growing between your legs. “Of course! L-Let’s get inside.” You said, scrambling to unbuckle your seat-belt and get out of the car.

Making your way towards the front door, keys in hand and your body shaking with nervousness and pent up arousal, you heard Hideki following behind you but with your back turned and your hands fumbling to unlock the door, you failed to notice him reaching for you until it was already too late.

You felt strong hands on your waist as you were suddenly turned around and felt your back hit the door while thick tattooed forearms caged you in on either side, leaving you with only the ability to turn your head away as a form of escape. Hideki’s broad chest nearly pressed right into yours, but for some reason, he held back by an inch or two and your lack of hands-on experience briefly left you wondering if there was something you should be doing, some social-que that you weren’t quite understanding. And right now, that lack of experience weighed heavily on your mind.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You asked, looking everywhere but at his face.

“You’re making it very hard to control myself right now, sweetheart.” Hideki smirked and leaned down further to brush his lips across your cheek, trailing feather light kisses along your skin until his lips touched your ear. “Every time you turn around, all I can think about is how pretty that ass of yours will look once I have you bent over and taking my cock.” Hideki heard your breath hitch adorably and flicked his tongue against your earlobe. “And I’m not so sure I can wait much longer.”

It was only one sentence, but his filthy words painted the picture so clearly in your mind that it left you nearly breathless when your now soaked pussy clenched down, but had nothing to grip.

“Umm… sh-shhouldn’t we get inside then?” You insisted, trying very hard not to look down at the very prominent bulge straining against the front of his pants or squirm when his warm breath continued to tickle the sensitive skin of your ear and neck.

Hideki chuckled and kissed your cheek again, loving how sweet and bashful you were being for him at the moment. “Not much of an exhibitionist, huh?” He was mostly just trying to rile you up, but a small part of him hoped you might throw caution to the wind and tell him to take you right here and now. You lived at the very end of a relatively deserted street near a dead end, and your closest neighbor was nearly three blocks back up the road, so there was little to no chance of being caught.

“W-What?!”

In that moment, you sorely wished you had the courage and confidence to give him some kind of witty or seductive retort, but you were thrown so far off your game tonight and that was all you could think to say.

Hideki threw back his head and laughed before cupping your cheek in his hand and lifting your head so he could set his warm brown eyes on yours. “Don’t tell me you’ve never gotten a little frisky out in the open?” He taunted you in a lilting tone, silently praying that you wouldn’t take it as him mocking you. “Never even thought about it?” He almost didn’t even want the answer, because he wasn’t sure he could handle the thought of you with someone else without losing his mind over it. But he so desperately wanted to keep you this way, all sweet and soft for him, and he feared that any flash of jealousy you saw would jeopardize that. So he would keep it to himself and keep the pacifying thought in mind that no matter who had come before him, there would never be another, save for himself and Makoto.

He expected his words to fluster you, but something about the frown now tugging at your plump lips and the way your tense body pushed back against the door left him wondering what was wrong. Had his teasing inquiry upset you somehow, or made you think of something unpleasant in relation to it?

“Hey now, don’t shut me out.” He whispered gently, tilting your face back upwards. “Talk to me, (Y/N).” He urged you to speak, pressing in even closer. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

The softness of his touch made you tremble, but it was the gentle way with which he spoke that finally broke you, that brought down your walls and left you confessing every little insecurity you had in that moment. You told him the truth about your one time fling at that party in high school, how awkward and unremarkable it had been, and how you’d never bothered trying again because none of the men you’d ever had the opportunity to sleep with afterwards had made you feel like their interest was genuine. You told him how you felt like you were going to disappoint him with your lack of experience, that he’d find you boring or get annoyed when you didn’t know what to do or how to act.

And maybe it was a mistake to open yourself up to him like this, to share such personal and intimate details about yourself with him when you barely knew him, but Hideki, bless his soul; he barely said a word the entire time, he simply held you and allowed you to get it all out in the open. Murmuring gentle words of encouragement when you got tongue tied and softly kissing your cheeks when errant tears of frustration would slide down your face. He wasn’t rolling his eyes and telling you to get over it or rushing you so he could get in your pants that much faster, he was being incredibly patient and understanding.

It just felt so nice…

As for Hideki though, he couldn’t have been happier.

He absolutely hated that you felt so insecure and distressed, seeing tears in your beautiful (e/c) eyes wasn’t something he ever wanted… but, having you open up to him like this certainly was. He wanted nothing more than to be your greatest confidant and source of comfort, he wanted you to share everything with him, for you to never have to worry that he’d judge you for it or get angry with you.

And of course he wanted you to feel this way with Makoto as well, but for now, just for a little while at least, he wanted to be the only man in your life.

“Thank you for sharing that with me, (Y/N). It means the world to me, having you open up to me like this.” He whispered, pecking your face with soft little kisses. “You did so good for me.” He breathed the words right into your ear and couldn’t keep the self-satisfied smirk off his face when he heard the needy little whimper that escaped your throat, nor could he contain his own chuckle as that sound once again confirmed for him what he’d suspected all along.

“D-Did I say something funny?” He heard you ask nervously and immediately realized that his chuckling during such an emotional moment could be taken as mocking.

“No, it’s nothing like that, sweetheart.” He said, making sure you were giving him perfect eye contact the whole time while he gave you a reassuring smile. “I just realized something about you is all.”

“Oh?” Was all you curiously asked.

Hideki’s eyes softened and he allowed himself a moment to look at you and really appreciate just how absolutely fucking lucky he was to have found you before someone else came along and tainted you.

“Have you ever heard the term ‘praise kink’?” He asked, his already broad smile growing even wider when, after a few stunned seconds, you let out an adorably embarrassed groan and buried your face in your hands. All he could do was throw back his head and laugh joyfully before he went back to peppering your face with soft kisses. “Yeah, that’s about what I expected.”

“Was I really that obvious?” You asked, the sound of your voice muffled through the barrier of your hands. “I never even thought about it until now.” And that was true, you just thought it was a reaction to him in general, you hadn’t realized that it had so much to do with what he was saying.

“What can I say,” His lips moved to brush over the outer shell of your ear as his voice dropped an octave. “I’m observant, and you’re far too adorable not to pay attention to.” Male pride fueled Hideki’s growing smile when he heard you gasp and arch against him, your full breasts bouncing ever so slightly with the motion. He was suddenly overcome with an overwhelming desire to bury his face between them, to lavish them with his tongue and wrap his lips around their perky nipples. He hoped they were just as sensitive as the rest of your delectable body seemed to be, because he had all sorts of plans for how he was going to use and tease them to bring the both of you endless amounts of pleasure.

With that thought in mind, and knowing you were too flustered and unlikely to make the first real move, Hideki’s hand slipped up to cup the back of your head, and before you had the opportunity to speak out in protest or slow him down, Hideki had his mouth against yours and his tongue quickly slipping out to meet your own. The force of the movement had your back hitting the door, but he made sure his hand protected the back of your head as he tangled his fingers in your hair and tilted your face up to help him deepen the intensity of the kiss.

This one was nothing like the sweet and gentle kiss he’d given you last night, this one was full of hunger and passion, and he knew the lightheaded sensation he was experiencing had nothing to do with any of the alcohol he’d drank today, this reaction was all because of you. Your taste and the feel of your body was damn near otherworldly and when you whimpered and shyly moved your tongue to meet his own, Hideki knew he was officially ruined. He hadn’t even fucked you yet and he already knew that no one else would ever be able to measure up. There would be no more one-night-stands, no more pretending to be interested in whichever bimbo he thought he’d try and give a chance to, and certainly no more lonely moments in his apartment wishing he had someone to share the time with, all of that was behind him now.

The longer the kiss went on, the more comfortable you became, and in no time at all, you found yourself kissing him back just as fervently. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pushed yourself up further in your wedges, wanting to get as close to him as possible. Maybe it was the heat and strength of his body, or the lack of oxygen from the lengthy kiss, but your mind was currently in the process of going blank and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your breasts felt heavy and your nipples tightened, so you pressed yourself against him more, trying to relieve the ache, but to no avail. Relying on instinct to help guide your actions and movements, you nipped his bottom lip and ground your hips against his still fully clothed cock. Considering how much taller he was compared to you, the angle was a bit off, but given the desperate moaning sound he let out before deepening the kiss, you weren’t left feeling too awkward about it.

Finally needing air, Hideki reluctantly pulled his mouth away from yours, a string of saliva still erotically connecting your mouths to one another before he chose instead to focus his attention on your succulent neck. His hands also chose to migrate to other areas of your body as they slowly slid down the dips and curves of your back and waist, finally settling on your ass to give the plump flesh a tight squeeze. As he expected, they were a perfect fit for his big hands and he couldn’t wait to get you out of your jeans so he could give them a good smack. He wanted so badly to watch your ass shake from the impact and hear you cry out for him like a bitch in heat.

“Hideki, I- ugh!” You couldn’t stop the embarrassing sounds you were making as his soft warm lips moved along the column of your neck, especially not when his teeth nipped on a particularly sensitive spot that left even more warmth flooding between your legs. Hideki moaned as well when he heard the noise and before you knew what was happening, he spun you back around and you found yourself once again facing the door as his hands took hold of your hips to pull your ass back against his painfully hard erection and grind into you from behind.

“Get the door open, sweetheart.” He ordered you, his voice rough with barely restrained patience and desire. “Before I change my mind and fuck you right here and now.”

For once in your life, you didn’t hesitate to do as you were told.

You fumbled with the keys, trying to find the right one while Hideki continued to do incredibly distracting things with his mouth on your neck and shoulders.

“Clothes are gonna start coming off real soon if you don’t hurry up.” He groaned while his fingers began fumbling for the button of your jeans. Luckily, you managed to get the key in the lock and the door open before things had a chance to escalate any further while out in the open.

You thought that you might go tumbling in and straight to the floor with how hard Hideki was pressing against your back, but his strong hands kept a firm grip on you to hold you upright. And even though he barely moved an inch away from you, somehow he managed to get you both through the doorway, kicking it closed behind him before spinning you back around to lay another searing kiss on your lips. This went on for an indeterminate amount of time before you suddenly felt Hideki’s hands reaching down for your thighs and the unmistakable sensation of being lifted.

Panicking, you broke away from his kiss and shoved at his shoulders, trying to be let down.

“Hideki, wait! I’m too-” You started, but shut up the instant you felt your aching center being pressed against the very prominent bulge inside of his jeans and your eyes went wide at what precisely you felt there as all the thoughts eddied out of your mind and you were forced to wrap your legs around his waist. You hadn’t been expecting him to be small, but now you didn’t even need to see it to know he was apparently hung like a fucking racehorse.

Hideki, though pleased by your shock and surprise, frowned at what he heard you almost say, not liking it at all that you had been about to insult yourself. It didn’t matter to him one little bit that you were on the bigger side, that’s part of what attracted him to you in the first place, and he’d be damned if he didn’t do everything in his power to make sure you knew exactly how he felt. To him, you were beyond beautiful, and it pained him to think that you didn’t realize that, and all because you had more curves than what society typically expected a woman to have. And right then and there, Hideki vowed for what had to be the hundredth time that he and Makoto would do everything in their power to make sure you never had any reason to doubt their feelings for you, not their emotional responses or their physical ones.

“Sweetheart, if I ever hear you try to say something like that about yourself again, I’ll be bending you over my knee and blistering this big beautiful ass of yours.” He whispered, his deep voice making his chest rumble while he squeezed your thighs for emphasis. “Do I make myself clear?”

You knew you should be at least a little unnerved by that threat, but rather than finding it off putting, you instead found yourself being turned on by it. Something primal in you warming at the thought of him being so protective of you, that he was so enamored with you that he wouldn’t tolerate any kind of negativity being directed your way, not even if that negativity came from you yourself. You hadn’t even meant it to be self deprecating, you had only said it as a matter of fact; you were heavy, and you had been worried that, despite his apparent strength and muscular physique, he wouldn’t actually be able to lift you and then you both would have been left in a state of awkwardness and the chemistry ruined.

But it seemed you were wrong to assume that about him. He lifted and held you up like you weighed no more than a sack of potatoes, and although you had your legs currently wrapped around his waist, you could feel that it was doing nothing in the long run to keep you held there, it was all Hideki.

And the fresh wave of intense desire that washed over you at that realization suddenly had you leaning down to resume the kiss the two of you had been in the middle of only moments before.

Your fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair and you couldn’t help but marvel at the silky smoothness of it. The thick strands were long enough to brush the tops of his shoulders and you weren’t ashamed to admit, at least to yourself, that you had definitely fantasized a time or two about getting to play with it. You had a feeling Hideki’s ego was big enough as is, so there was no need to inflate it further by telling him how you secretly found the little up-do’s he pulled his hair into incredibly sexy.

Moaning into the kiss, Hideki was far from turned off by your sudden display of affection, especially not when he felt the way your legs tightened around his waist in an effort to get even closer to him. You might not have much experience in this sort of thing, but you were certainly a fast and natural learner. He couldn’t wait to get you back home, because once he made sure things were still running smoothly and there were no major problems to deal with, he was going to dedicate a solid week to staying locked up in the apartment with you and indulging in every single filthy thing he’d fantasized about since meeting you. And that was certainly an excessively long list the two of you were going to cover.

But for now, all he wanted was to make sure that this night was perfect for you, perfect in a way that would leave you breathless, so that you’d completely forget about the awkwardness of your first time all those years ago.

So with that thought in mind, breaking away from your kiss took more effort than it should have, but the separation only lasted long enough for him to voice a single breathless word in the form of a question.

“Bedroom?”

It took a few tries to get the words out, since you now found yourself quite unwilling to pull back from the kiss, but somehow you managed to get more than the first syllable past your kiss swollen lips.

“Up the stairs- ah!”

You were briefly interrupted by his teeth nibbling at your earlobe, making you arch your back and causing those full breasts of yours to be thrust higher up and even closer towards his greedy eyes and mouth. “Which door, sweetheart?” His groan of frustrated desire sounded more animalistic than human, even to his own ears. “The sooner I can get you laid out on a bed, the sooner I can give you what we both want so badly.”

The motivation of that promise was enough to spur you on and the words came out quickly, even as your sweet little moans and gasps of pleasure lay between them.

“Second one on the right.” You replied breathlessly, only just barely pulling back away from his mouth.

Hideki didn’t need to be told twice as he practically sprinted up the staircase he saw nearby. He didn’t even bother stopping to take a look at the interior of the first floor, he’d think about that later, because all he cared about at that moment was getting you and himself naked.

Thankfully, the door you’d described was already wide open and he quickly entered.

Spotting the queen size bed that took up the majority of the space in the room, he thought about just tossing you down on it before going to town on you, but when he noticed the way the golden light of the sunset streaming in through the open curtains highlighted the softness of your face and body, making your eyes and just everything about you glow, he knew he had to take this slow, because it was what you deserved. You might have technically lost your virginity already, but he had every intention of making this moment with him the only one in your mind that counted. He would fuck you good and hard later on, once he had you good and wet and pliant for him, but this time, this first time, he was going to make love to you.

And it would be a first for him as well…

Not the sex, that part he had done more times than he could count, and with just as many women, but making love to one, that was a thing that had never even crossed his mind before now. Oh sure, there were ones he’d known for one reason or another that he needed to be more gentle with, who couldn’t take the kind of hard and mindless fucking he usually preferred, but he had never considered it ‘love making’, just less intense fucking. That’s all it had ever been before, just sex and fucking, just a way for him to release stress and let loose, it hadn’t ever meant anything.

This time did mean something to him though, because you meant something to him.

Striding over to the bed, Hideki set you down on the plush surface with a kind of gentleness he wasn’t even aware he was capable of showing, and when he pulled back to see you looking up at him with those shy and trusting doe-eyes he’d come to love so much, he knew without a doubt that he’d never let you go after this.

He was so distracted by you, that it came as a very pleasant shock to him when he suddenly realized you had shifted to kneel on the mattress and were now reaching for him, or more specifically, you were reaching for his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans. You were fumbling with the clothing, while also trying to pull him closer. It was the cutest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life and he had a very strong urge to pull his phone out and snag a picture of the adorably frustrated face you were currently making as your nervous hands shook and trembled ever so slightly.

“Hey now…” He whispered softly, resting his hands over top of yours and gently pulling them away from his aching cock. “There’s no need to rush, sweetheart. We have plenty of time.”

You looked up at him again, your eyes still wide and full of shy desire, but now there were hints of confusion and self doubt leaking in and he hated that.

“I just…” You trailed off, and he watched you nibble nervously on your bottom lip, now swollen from his kisses. “I just thought that you… wanted this a-a certain way.” You said, clearly too inexperienced, or just not entirely sure how to properly articulate what it was you were trying to say.

Luckily for you however, Hideki was blunt enough for the both of you.

“Did you honestly think I was just going to bend you over and fuck you hard and fast? Or treat you like my own personal cock-sleeve?” He said, and there was a teasing note to his voice as he gave you a knowing smirk. “Believe me, sweetheart, we’ll get to that eventually.” Reaching out, he grabbed you by the waist with one hand and rested the other one at the back of your neck, pulling you closer, until you were sharing breath with him again. “One round isn’t going to be enough to cover everything I’ve thought about doing to you, not by a long shot.” He refrained from adding that even an entire night wouldn’t be enough, already knowing you well enough to know that such a declaration, no matter how true and well intended it was, would likely spook you and ruin all the progress he’d made with you so far.

“But for right now, all I want you to do is lay back and let me take care of you.” Then he kissed you softly on the lips. “Can you do that for me, (Y/N)?” He quietly asked.

Your teeth sunk into the plump skin of your bottom lip before your gaze drifted to other parts of the room, but you gave him a sharp nod, and that was all Hideki needed.

“That’s my good girl.”

I had originally intended for this chapter to include the entirety of their night together, but since its already been almost a year since this fic was last updated, I decided to end the chapter here and continue it on in the next chapter. I know this chapter is just one big strip-tease, but either way, I hope you all will enjoy it and let me know what you think.

Thank you all for your patience and support, it really does mean the world to me!

And as always, I want to give a very 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 Lost Song. 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 really need to check it out!

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