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Admirers 🌼 Yandere Goku x Reader x Yandere Goku Black 🌹 pt 3

Your attempts to regain composure were futile as Black's subsequent kisses intensified, the heat of his fervor kindling an uncontrollable response within you. A quiet gasp escaped your lips when his hand caressed the length of your leg, his fervent desire pulling you closer to the edge. The magnetic pull between you heightened, the passionate exchange surpassing the simmering pots on the stove.

As the fervor peaked, a rush of reality enveloped your senses, urging you to halt this tempestuous progression. "W-Wait, s-stop, Black... we can't... this is... y-you... i-I mean..." Your words stumbled weakly, attempting to slow the escalating ardor. His nibble at your neck sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the blaze of longing coursing through you, the pace of events overwhelming your senses. The realization of Black's intense longing for you evoked a sense of astonishment, akin to him having glimpsed into your innermost desires or thoughts.

Black reluctantly yielded to your soft entreaties, pulling away just enough to meet your gaze. His frustrated growl revealed the inner turmoil brought about by the unraveling of his self-restraint, fueled by a profound hunger for affection. "Y/N... I can't keep myself contained anymore... I just..." His voice trembled, a hint of self-directed anger lacing his words, a testament to his prolonged deprivation of emotional closeness. "I apologize... Please don't... don't hate me," he whispered, averting his eyes in remorse.

Empathy welled within you as you observed Black's vulnerability. Gently, your hands found their way to cup his face, sensing the weight of his longing in the way he leaned into your touch. "Black... I could never hate you. But... but we need to slow down... P-Plus... I don't want this to... I mean... what about--" Your words trailed off, interrupted by Goku's voice slicing through the charged atmosphere, abruptly breaking the intimate moment. "What's going on?" his voice cut through the air, injecting a stark dose of reality into the emotionally charged scene.

Your embarrassment surged, a potent mix of panic and humiliation swirling within as Goku's question pierced the charged air. Desperately avoiding meeting his gaze, your mind raced with the dread of his potential disdain. The awkwardness of the position—legs entwined around Black's waist—instilled a fervent desire to vanish into obscurity, evading the looming confrontation with Goku.

However, to your surprise, Goku's response wasn't one of shock or disapproval; instead, a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "Oh, I get it. I knew you liked her a whole lot, Black. You didn't have to sneak away to confess to her," Goku teased, eliciting a deep growl from Black. His scowl accentuated his frustration as he swiftly moved to assist you back onto solid ground. Mortified, you buried your face in your hands, unaware of Black's internal acknowledgment of your adorable response despite the embarrassment.

Efficiently, Black maneuvered the situation, ushering Goku out of the kitchen to converse privately. As the door clicked shut, Goku's unrestrained laughter echoed down the hall, prompting a glare from Black. Behind closed doors, Goku's amusement persisted, but a serious undertone quickly took hold as he reminded Black of their initial caution in winning you over together.

"I.. I will admit that I lost my reserve... But... but I wanted to make her mine so suddenly... You know how she feels about us both," Black confessed, his voice hushed. Goku nodded in understanding, his demeanor softening. "Yeah, she fantasizes about us more than I thought she would, but I'm glad she likes us so much... I'm so glad. And now we're here, with her..." Goku's words trailed off dreamily, his cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as he marveled at the intimacy enveloping them, everything in the house permeated by your essence, a testament to your shared connection.

Black's silver eyes shimmered with an undeniable pleasure at the mention of your affectionate presence surrounding them. "Yes. Considering we've gotten rid of any outside pests, too, she must surely love only us..." His voice carried a mixture of satisfaction and longing, acknowledging the exclusivity of the bond you shared, a sentiment that surged through him like a comforting embrace.

*****

Two weeks had gone by since then, but you realize quickly that you were in a precarious and rather.. shared predicament with the two. When it was safe enough to go back outside, Goku volunteered himself rather easily to go get some groceries to restock on all of the food that had been eaten. The second Goku had taken off, Black would whisk you upstairs to your bedroom, and show you how starved of an affectionate romantic partner he was. He only listened to you that you didn't want to go past a certain boundary, but he managed to find a way around your unease. You were gripping a handful of Black's unruly onyx hair as your other hand covered your mouth, trying to keep quiet as best you could. Black was obsessed with hearing you however, as his head was between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to cause slight bruises with his fingertips.

Black had been relishing in this very intimate act the second he realized that you would become undone despite your initial protests, his answers always being, 'Your body doesn't lie the way your words do. Your divine purity calls to me every time, Y/N, allow me to help quench your desires, so that you want no other.'

The highly unexpected twist however, was Goku doing the same when it was Black who would leave to take care of errands when you were home. But Goku was less controlled in his actions, which usually left you more than breathless and having to question where your morals were at times. Yes, Goku was much more playful, but he was also highly unfiltered with his actions. Yet, he managed to never go past your request either, though he liked being dangerously close to edging it.

You sat in the privacy of your bathroom one night with your knees tucked up to your chest, tears in your eyes. Your romantic rompers with the two men had made you feel.. confused and unsure of your own intentions towards the future. You felt like you had become the type of woman you vowed you'd never be like, yet here you were. You'd have to end this relationship triangle, but how? That was your main problem. Maybe you'd wait until spring, when the two men could return back to their apartment. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes. Just how would one do this without losing such a deep friendship? It was an either or situation, and you'd just have to eat your peas with this confrontation.

If only you knew that this confrontation would end up making your life go down the path less traveled.