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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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inorganicone2230 · 24 days

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I don't know their name here on tumblr, but the the lovely @alittlecrazymabey over on ao3 was kind enough to give me permission to share their fic, Hope (A Purity AU), here on on my own tumblr account! 🥰 It's not complete yet, but I hope you all will give it a read and let them know your thoughts and opinions.

So far I have enjoyed the first two chapters that have been posted, especially since they hit a few notes with the characters that had already been silent head-canon's of my own for quite some time, so they really are off to a great start!

#Purity #Purity AU #fic sharing #fan-fic of a fanfic #yandere!overhaul #fem!reader #yandere!overhaul x fem!reader #fellow writer love #support fellow writers #typical yandere behavior #yandere bnha

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inorganicone2230 · 30 days

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

Part 5 & 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.

Please don't hesitate to share your thoughts with me!

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Would Satoru and Suguru enjoy taking the initiative to plan trips and dates for themselves and the Reader, or do you think they'd not see the point in that sort of thing when they could all just stay home together and order in food or something else similarly easy?

Absolutely!

They are more than happy to have a quiet night at home together; vegging out on the couch together (preferably with her snuggled up between them) with snacks and binge watching whatever movie or series has caught their interest, but they are also more than eager to spoil her rotten with dates and trips.

They would probably realize pretty quickly that because of the way her parents raised her, she's likely never been spoiled or truly cared for in any meaningful way. She's never been anyone's first priority and no one has likely ever made her feel special or important, so they are going to want to do their best to make all that up to her and show her what she's been missing out on.

I think it's safe to say though that the boys would have far different ideas on what to do and it would probably lead to a bit of bickering between them, but they would eventually find some sort of middle ground to agree on;

Satoru strikes me as the type to 'go big or go home', and he would probably be the one who would want them to take her on all the overseas trips to exotic places or plan exciting adventures like going to amusement parks and zip lining tours, and he would also be the one to love bomb her with expensive gifts, clothes, chocolates and bouquets of rare flowers. He'd be the one to make every date and outing an entire production.

Suguru on the other hand is the much more subtle of the two, and while his plans would be no less thoughtful, they wouldn't require nearly as much work to set into motion. He would be the one to take them all to local places around the city, like art galleries and museums, a concert featuring live music and dinner at a delicious hole in the wall restaurant afterwards. I could definitely see him planning more quiet getaways for them too, like trips to well known ryokans/onsens (traditional Japanese inns and hot springs), or even just day trips to places outside of Tokyo that he thinks they would all enjoy.

#ask response #anonynous #yandere!suguru/satoru #fem!reader #yandere!suguru/satoru x fem!reader #typical yandere behavior #yandere jjk

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inorganicone2230 · 1 month

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Would Gojo and Geto prepare to dress their darling in feminine clothes that give them easy access to her? :>

Oh fucking hell would they ever!

They already like the way she styles her clothes and outfits, so that's not a problem for either of them, but what they do take issue with is seeing how cheap and crappy the quality is.

Both of them know it's not her fault, since the pieces she has are all she could ever afford, but it still bothers them to see her wearing over washed cotton and tacky polyester. So I imagine that whenever they all go out shopping together, they somehow always end up convincing her to let them buy her some sort of article of clothing; a nice new top for an already sabotaged job interview she has coming up, a new pair of jeans so they can better admire her ass whenever she bends over or has her back to them, a new coat because her old one is worn out and not up to par for the bitter Tokyo cold, or even just a few new pairs of cashmere socks because her feet are always so cold.

But both of them especially love it when she wears skirts and dresses.

Suguru has a particular fantasy that involves her riding his cock in the driver's seat of his car; leaning the seat back and grabbing her ass so he can bounce her back and forth while she grips his shoulders and tries her best to hang on while he tops her from the bottom, and afterwards, when he's finished blowing his load inside of her, he wants to take her soiled panties and let her go the rest of day with his cum leaking out and smearing over her bare thighs.

Meanwhile, Satoru is fond of the prospect of having her warm his cock in a public setting; taking her somewhere like the beach or a park and having her sit on his lap with his cock buried inside of her tight pussy while he lazily reads a book to her. To anyone watching, it would look like nothing more than a happy couple enjoying a day out together while showing a little PDA, with none of them ever knowing that beneath her flowing skirt, he's balls deep inside of her twitching little cunt.

#ask response #anonynous #Like Hoarded Gold #yandere!suguru/satoru #fem!reader #yandere!suguru/satoru x fem!reader #smut #dirty content #yandere jjk

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inorganicone2230 · 1 month

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Are their any romance books with good smut that you like?

Oh, most definitely! 🤩

Anything by Sarah J. Maas is pretty good, Tiffany Roberts is also amazing if you're into monsters, aliens, and stuff like that. Then there's some of the dark romance like The Ruthless Games trilogy by Callie Rose (which is a reverse harem), or The Four Horseman by Laura Thalassa.

There are so many more and these are only a small fraction, so I hope they lead you in the right direction. 💕

#ask response #anonynous #book recommendations #dark romance #smut

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inorganicone2230 · 1 month

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If you ever decided to make your reader x Hideki fic into physical book I would 100% buy it

It's definitely something I've considered, but if I did, it would likely be written with a more dark romance vibe and some of the non-con elements would have to be toned down a bit to help make it a bit more appealing for publishers, unless I went the self-publishing route.

Something like that is definitely a project for the distant future though, so we'll see where that goes. lol

#ask response #anonynous #ALWFH #yandere!yakuza #fem!reader #yandere!yakuza x fem!reader #yandere blog

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inorganicone2230 · 1 month

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Hey! I just wanna thank you for all the Overhaul fanfics that you had written over the years. Honestly, I felt like the smut kinks & dark story moments are catered made by what my filthy raccoon brain has always wanted especially including all historical AUs (even thou I didn’t know much about Viking times but I had a lot of fun on the ride still) 🥹. Reading them gave me a lot of comfort to heal mentally with your suspense thriller since it was frustrating to work in retail (which I left thankfully). -Lemon scented 🍋🧼

Thank you so much honey! 😭 These kind of messages mean the world to me, they really do.

And I totally understand what you mean about these kind of stories being therapeutic in a certain way. I'm married and I like to think that me and my partner have a pretty healthy relationship, especially since they know full well about the kinds of things I write about and the characters I write for, so it's not like this is some sort of guilty pleasure that I keep hidden from him. But there is something just so disturbingly appealing about the idea of a rich, powerful, good looking individual, who is so infatuated with you that all they want is to keep you for themselves and spend the rest of their life spoiling you and taking care of you, even if it's not what you want.

#ask response #anonynous #yandere!overhaul #fem!reader #yandere!overhaul x fem!reader #typical yandere behavior #yandere bnha

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inorganicone2230 · 1 month

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Hiya! I'm a huge fan of your yandere works and I appreciate that you don't hesitate to show Overhaul's most controlling sides too.

Thank you so so much! ❤️

Kai is such a high maintenance control freak, so it wasn't exactly hard to showcase that side of his.

#ask response #anonynous #yandere!overhaul #fem!reader #yandere!overhaul x fem!reader #typical yandere behavior #yandere bnha

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inorganicone2230 · 1 month

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how would Hideki feel about reader putting on a little extra weight during the winter?

He would absolutely love it, he wouldn't give two shits. As long as it's not drastically effecting her health in a negative way, he's never going to care about a little extra of her to love and cuddle. 🥰

#ask response #anonynous #yandere!yakuza #yandere!yakuza x fem!reader #fem!reader #plus sized reader #typical yandere behavior #yandere blog

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inorganicone2230 · 2 months

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

Part 4 & 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!

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I absolutely loved your Purity! I have a headcanon on what if Chisaki still chose to collab with the league of villians and MC got to escape. Would I have your blessing to write this as an AU based on your fic and gift it to you on A03?

Absolutely! 💕 I look forward to reading it whenever it's ready for posting! 🤩

#ask response #anonynous #Purity #yandere!overhaul #fem!reader #yandere!overhaul x fem!reader #typical yandere behavior #yandere bnha

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inorganicone2230 · 2 months

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I want Hideki to punish me 🫣

You and me both honey! 😩 I have it so bad for this man, because he is quite literally my dream yandere, and crafted to perfection. lol 😂

#ask response #anonynous #ALWFH #yandere!yakuza #fem!reader #yandere!yakuza x fem!reader #original characters #thirsty bitches #yandere blog

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inorganicone2230 · 2 months

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

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

Part 2 & 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!

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