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The second you heard the door click shut as your roommate left for the day, you were a bit eager to have some time alone. It felt like a rare occurrence lately that he was out when you were home. You could’ve sworn he had some classes to attend or perhaps a job he needed to clock in at, but more often than not Geto Suguru was sat beside you on the couch, at the dinner table, or holed up in his bedroom doing god knows what.
Most of the time this wasn’t an issue. If you needed space - your room was across the apartment from his. In your opinion, however, it wouldn’t ever be far enough away for you to feel comfortable rubbing one out while he was around. You weren’t particularly loud in any sexual situation, but you couldn’t help but feel that vibrators were a little too noisy for your own anxious ears.
A few minutes to take care of yourself was fine, but by no means totally satisfying.
Leaned back in bed against a large pile of pillows you angled the vibrating silicon toy deep inside you, movements considerably more rapid than at the start. Your lips were parted in ecstasy, a sheen of sweat building up on your forehead. Hardly a noise escaped you, though. Years of living with other people had taught you to be as silent as physically possible. Tiny pants and soft expletives were all that could be heard from you - aside from the vibrating.
You were likely just being paranoid about the perceived volume of the toy, but it paid well to be careful. If anyone caught you in the midst of touching yourself you’d be hard-pressed to not leave town.
The pleasure was becoming a bit much, but you would need an incredible amount of stamina to reach orgasm without any clitoral stimulation. With an inward eye-roll at your own insatiability, you reached off to the side to grab the wand vibrator to your left, flicking it on the lower setting.
It didn’t take more than a minute longer for you to be at the precipice, the toy inside of you now sitting still so you could focus on your clit.
Maybe being so lost in your own pleasure had been the wrong move at the moment, but how were you supposed to pay attention to the sound of your front door when so close to your peak?
Looking back, it was hardly your fault.
Mere nanoseconds from losing yourself, your bedroom door slammed open abruptly, the doorknob smacking into the wall.
“Hey, we were wonderi-“
You choked on your own spit as you tried to react to the sudden intrusion as quickly as possible, one of your hands removing the wand from your sex as the other grasped a blanket to pull over yourself.
Just a tiny bit too late.
Suguru watched, mouth ajar, as your body seized up and you could no longer hold his gaze, turning your face down towards your chest as you orgasmed. If he wasn’t so thoroughly stunned, he’d be impressed that you were so silent while climaxing - hardly a gasp leaving your lips during the whole event.
When your brain finally came back from outer space, you could hardly focus. The sheet you were planning on covering yourself with was clenched tightly in one of your fists. You had only a bit of wherewithal left to slowly tug it over your lap - as if it mattered now.
Finally, you looked at your shell shocked roommate with a pathetic pool of tears in your eyes. Neither of you spoke for a solid few seconds.
Finally, you gestured away from your room with a shaky hand. “Get the fuck out?” The command sounded a little like a question, like you could hardly believe he was still standing there, but you didn’t bother repeating yourself.
Suguru is, for once, entirely wordless. Maybe in some other universe he’d have something snarky or smooth to say, but this one wasn’t it. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he made an unintelligible noise and stepped back out into the common area of your shared apartment, swinging the door closed behind him.
You took his silence as a blessing, going limp on your bed as you tried to figure out what the actual fuck you were supposed to do now.
For some reason, all you could do was whisper to yourself as a bit of water was burning away at your lash line, threatening to fall. “Wasn’t even a good one…”
Fortunately, nobody else came into your home and especially not into your personal room. After several minutes of feeling like shit, you cleaned everything up and sorted out an overnight bag. Any single piece of evidence of your activity that day was taken with you. Your sheets were torn off of your mattress and stuffed into a portable laundry hamper that you’d have to deal with before returning - if you ever could work up the courage. All intimacy-related paraphernalia was also brought with you - toys, lube - hell you even thought about taking every pair of underwear you owned just to be sure nothing even the tiniest bit illicit was left behind.
Were you overreacting? Perhaps. You weren’t going to stick around to find out what sort of relentless bullying you’d be subjected to.
Your presence was absent from the building for almost a week before you started craving your own bed again. That, and your close friend was getting annoyed with attending your constant pity-party.
It wasn’t even three-o-clock in the morning when you thought to return, and not a second was wasted in being sure to lock yourself into your safe bedroom. A large part of you was still beating yourself up for forgetting to lock the door when your roommate had left that day.
It took another four long days before Suguru even could catch a glimpse of you. While he’d felt bad about the situation at first, the longer you refrained from coming home and the more he thought about your naked form frozen in ecstasy, he started to feel a little smug. The icing on the cake was your continued avoidance.
Sure, it was mortifying for you, but he thought he’d been blessed - or at least that’s what his best friend said. The obnoxious pair of men had been attempting to push your buttons since the moment you moved in. You took it well - only offering them a light eye-roll or a lazy shrug. If Suguru was lucky, you might find it in you to make a little quip back. It was nice that you were so easygoing - a near perfect roommate - but simultaneously a bit boring.
Satoru and him had been laughing it up about you - the sudden realization that you had been so bricked up two feet away from them on the sofa on multiple occasions was too good to be true. They both liked to think it was because of them. Well - Suguru liked to think it was just him.
On the other side of things, you were completely fucking miserable. Not only had you been too scared to even look at a sex toy since that sad day, you didn’t even want to show your face in public. The thought that if you had walked in on your roommate masturbating it would have been much less humiliating to him - that was eating you up inside. It felt unfair.
It felt especially unfair as you stood with your forehead on the inside of your door, your stomach feeling empty and craving a snack. Suguru and his annoying friend had been hanging out in the living room all day, being as loud and as crass as they pleased. Once again, you were irritated at the imbalance of power here.
When you’d moved in the pair had been a little overbearing but no more than any other man you’d ever met. You’d even say you got along swimmingly, though you weren’t the closest of friends. Oh, where had the time gone?
You needed to stop delaying the inevitable and leave your cave of solitude. It was starting to make you stir crazy.
Still, you were as quiet as a mouse when you cracked open your door, and your steps were even quieter. In the hopes that you could grab some refreshments without being spotted, you tried to become the picture of stealth - and it seemed like you were going to get away with it.
The apartment, however, had a god-forsaken open plan. Any walls separating the areas of your home were completely imaginary. Satoru and Suguru sat side by side on the couch in front of the loud TV, chatting about some shit that probably - definitely - didn’t matter. While the conditions were perfect in theory, your door was hardly ten feet behind the couch, slightly ajar as you’d left it.
It was going to be okay, though - your ego wouldn’t survive the bullying that would ensue if you were caught.
You were hunched over a little bit as you moved, one hand grasping a container of greek yogurt and the other clutching a spoon. As you rounded the corner of the kitchen cabinet, you cast a glance over to the pair you were trying to avoid.
It seemed that your luck had run out before you’d even realized it.
A pair of outrageously blue eyes were trained on your form, Satoru’s head leaning over the back of the couch. A cheeky grin was pasted on his face and he looked way too gleeful for you to bear. Even upside-down, that expression was unmistakable.
A few moments passed between the three of you with no communication made. At least, not verbally. The snowy-haired man seemed content to observe you like he was watching a nature show and you were a deer in the headlights.
Your mood soured from anxious to agitated. This was a fucking game to them - at least to your roommate’s companion. Your posture straightened out and you leveled a glare back at Satoru.
His grin widened, long arms reaching back to cradle his hanging head. “Well, hey there,” The man greeted, “It’s been awhile.” Suguru audibly snickered beside him.
Your eyes rolled so hard that it almost gave you a migraine and you take a brave step towards your door, intent on stewing in your rage alone once again.
In a moment of athleticism you didn’t think possible for the average human - Gojo launched himself over the back of the couch, giving you less than three more steps to escape before he wrapped his arms around your middle.
You were completely taken aback. It didn’t seem logical that he had caught you before you could leave. You’d been unburdened by obstacles and started closer to the door than him!
As if he’d needed it, the lanky man used your state of surprise to manhandle you over to the shared couch.
“Oh my god, nothing is this serious,” You groaned, teeth bared as if you were any scarier than an elderly chihuahua, “If you wanted to talk, you could have just texted me!” Neither of them acknowledged your dismay beyond their deafening peals of laughter. You suddenly realized how bad you’d screwed up by avoiding your annoying young roommate.
Satoru squashed you between him and his friend, the couch much too big for how pressed together the three of you were. He released you, however, letting his right arm drape over your shoulders while Suguru mirrored him.
The clarity and maturity that had hit you was astounding - and perhaps a defense mechanism. “Look, next time you need to talk to me - just knock! That’s all I ask! No harm done!” You hug the tub of strawberry-flavored product between your arms, pointing your spoon at the man on your right. “An apology would be nice, but I’ll let it slide this time.” You were done talking to the both of them and showed it by rising back to your feet.
Or tried to, anyways.
Gojo leaned hard into you, tugging the food out of your hands and leaving it, and your precious spoon, on the coffee table. “Don’t be like that! We just missed hanging out with you, right, Suguru?”
The dark-haired man wasn’t subtle about his wandering eyes. “Something like that, yeah.”
It was infinitely more irritating that they were so confident about teasing you, let alone that you were letting it get under your skin so easily.
You needed to get control back immediately. “Okay! Let’s hang out. What are we watching? We should make popcorn! I’m starving.” Despite the circumstances, you couldn’t help but stare at your abandoned snack while the imps beside you continued their pestering.
It was painfully obvious what their goal was, but whatever modesty you had left demanded that you protest your hardest. Neither of them had exactly hid their whorish tendencies and you had revealed by complete accident that you had any semblance of sexual desire in you at all.
Geto’s eyes were seductive to begin with, but his gaze paired with his deliberately spread thighs made you want to evaporate. “It’s kinda cute how hard you’re trying to play the demure act,” He started, the arm he had around your shoulder held tighter as he moved his hand to card through your hair, “I felt a little bad for walking in on you like that, but to be honest - looking past that shitty facade, I think it turned you on.”
If your face could get any hotter, it would have by now. You expected sweat to start obscuring your vision at any moment as you wrestled with yourself to find a response. Your lips curled in frustration, “And you needed your little buddy over here to help you pull me? Like I said - I have a cell phone!” Suguru’s arm slipped from you as Satoru’s wrapped around your throat just enough to make you panic. You tried not to react with too much violence as you gripped his forearm and leaned his way.
Geto didn’t appear to be bothered by your comment on his seduction tactics. “Nah, I promised ‘Toru a piece if he was here when you finally came out.”
Your facial features pinched together considerably as “‘Toru”’s fingers jabbed harshly into your sides. While you thought you’d long since stopped being ticklish, this was the height of agony, and you couldn’t help but kick your legs out in retaliation. They didn’t make contact with a single thing as you choked from the headlock the much larger man had you in.
Suguru’s much gentler hand caught your ankle, his touch moving soothingly up your calf.
The duality of the pair was making you dizzy. Or maybe it was the lack or air.
Slapping Gojo’s thigh repeatedly, you garbled out various cries of surrender and were left to slip off the couch, collapsing to your knees as you coughed and gasped for breath.
By the time your vision evened out, Satoru had pushed the coffee table out of the way and shucked his shirt off. Again, the pace of things was driving you insane. Looking more than scandalized, you cradled your throat and glared up at him, “Do you fucking mind? Who even said I agreed to this shit?”
He stopped moving for just a moment, looking you dead in the eyes, “You didn’t object.”
The pair of you stared at each other blankly, as if neither of you could believe what the other said. It was obvious that the excitable man considered his behavior completely normal and even expected.
You shook your head in defeat and he went back to whatever it was he was doing. Giving a tired look to your roommate, you gestured to the maniac that was making a mess of your shared living space. Opening and closing your mouth like a fish, you couldn’t find the words to say.
Geto shrugged at you as if he had no control over the situation, as if they hadn’t talked about you for hours every day since he’d caught you fucking yourself stupid.
Hardly five minutes later and you were kneeling completely naked in front of Suguru, his body still reclined on the couch. For reasons you weren't privy to, Satoru was already stripped to his boxers, though he’d made sure your attention was only on his friend.
Your stomach swirled with anxiety, but you were a little too occupied with the sight of your roommate’s massive cock in front of your face. Your hands were placed firmly on Geto’s knees as you leaned towards his shaft, nervously avoiding his gaze.
Suguru’s pants and underwear had been removed and his shirt was halfway ridden up, one of his large palms pressed to his abdomen as he watched you breathlessly. His other hand held the base of his cock, helping to feed it into your hot mouth.
You gave his slit a tentative lick, as if you were suddenly unsure of how to proceed, but an encouraging slap to your ass had you moving a little faster, your lips closing around his tip as you tongued at his underside. Though you were making steady progress and Suguru seemed content to watch, the man behind you was getting impatient. Another goading shove at you and you were already sinking down to Geto’s pelvis, your nose pressing into a patch of dark hairs while you allowed him to relish in the feeling for a moment.
What ensued was more steady progress, careful sucking and licking up and down his shaft that increased in tempo-
Gojo didn’t seem to enjoy that either, as if he was upset that his best friend wasn’t getting ravaged enough. He yanked your hands back from Suguru’s knees and let out a mean laugh as you fell forward, taking a bit too much length in as a result. In one fist he drew your wrists together, holding them out behind your back in an almost painful stretch. His other fist was wrapped around some of your hair, forcing you to move at a rhythm he found more appealing.
You were struggling far too much to do anything but wring your trapped hands around his grip, trying to claw at his exposed skin. The blood in your fingers seemed to slow, his hold too tight. The perversion and violence of Satoru’s treatment once again clashed with his friend’s, whose fingers rubbed at your tear stained cheeks. You looked up at him with a watery glint in your eye, and for a second he looked almost fond. Another bout of gagging had you squeezing your eyes shut again.
It felt like it was going to go on forever - and, well, it didn’t exactly stop. There was a change of hands, it seemed, as two palms now held onto the sides of your head as your trapped arms were lowered into a less stressful position. You were relieved to realize that Suguru had taken control of the pace. What was initially a more manageable position had you blindsided yet again.
Gojo kneeled beside you, his free hand now sneaking down your front to approach your slick folds. He found great joy in hearing your moans despite the cock in your mouth. For someone who’d been so silent getting off alone, you were proving to be a bit more vocal in company. Two long, slender fingers traced your clitoral hood in a slow circle, every so often taking a detour to slide down to your hole to gather more slick.
“Hey, keep those spread!” Satoru snapped, shoving your thighs apart as you fought to close them. This time his fingers came from the back, two of them sliding right through that first ring of resistance. It felt like he’d won the lottery that day, as he watched the expression on not just yours, but his friend’s face. Well, you couldn’t make much of an expression right now, but the way you were clenching around his digits was an expression, in a way.
A third finger being inserted had you making much more high pitched noises and Suguru even pulled your lips off of him for a moment to get a sample of your moans. His eyes rolled back at the sound, and he was content to stay like that for a few moments. Re-affixing his gaze on you, he tapped your cheek a few times. “Hey, you lost in there?” He and his friend had a little chuckle that you almost completely missed, “At least let me see those eyes, pretty thing.”
It took herculean effort for you to look at your roommate properly, your eyelids threatening to slide closed again. But Geto seemed pleased, rubbing at your temples with his thumbs.
“That’s it, try for just a little bit longer for me, okay?”
You weren’t even totally sure what was even happening at this point, the repeated in and out of Gojo’s fingers in your heat was mind-numbing. While you couldn’t vocalize it, you knew this would never end if he didn’t touch your clit again. Maybe that was what he wanted. Drool and pre-cum slipped from your mouth as you tried to get the words out. It didn’t even sound like words - but it was not in vain.
Suguru had forgotten about his erection for the moment, suddenly focused on trying to decode what his slutted-out roomie was trying to say. “What was that, baby? You’re a little… Uhh…” He let out a breathy laugh as you groaned, sounding absolutely agonized.
“Tell them to shut up, I got it,” Satoru ground out, his voice desperate as if he was the one getting fucked. Reluctantly, he released your wrists in favor of using both hands to stimulate you, still fingering you with the little added bonus of dragging random patterns around your clit.
Your arms were dangling limply at your sides now, and you could feel the pressure running from your cunt to your belly quickly intensifying, your toes curling and flexing as you sought out that release. Your head was placed softly on one of Geto’s taut thighs and distantly, you thought you could hear something sweet being said. Again, you could be wrong.
“God, their pussy is clenching on me so fucking hard,” Satoru said, his chest heaving, “I wonder if they’re a squirter?” Easily distractible, he glances up from what he was doing to look Geto in the eye. “Wanna take bets?” The sudden distressed cries that came from you caught him off guard - like he wasn’t the one doing all the work right then.
Your cries cut off entirely as your orgasm ripped through you, your body tight like a bowstring and your eyes rolling skywards. Blinding white struck across your mind, lightning bottled for just a moment. The little death you’d just experienced must have been rougher than you thought, as both men were trying to nudge you back to life again.
As you came to, your roommate and his friend tried hard to hide their laughter. In some way, you looked a bit like someone who’d fallen asleep at their desk and woken up with drool on their cheek.
Your eyes were half-lidded, and you wiped at the side of your mouth with the back of your hand. Though your vision was a little unfocused, you could see the mirthful looks on their faces. So unlike yourself, you formed what was almost a pout, your mouth tugged into a sleepy frown and your eyebrows knitted together. They continued staring, not saying a word. Your frown deepened as you slotted your hands between your knees, a bit of chill hitting your skin. “The fuck are you guys looking at, huh? If we’re done, I’m going to bed.”
You went back to bed, just not to yours.
The world continued to move at half-speed for you, every bob of your head generating a fuzziness in your mind. You hadn’t realized how tired you were before trying to get your late night snack. The faraway idea of strawberry yogurt appeared once more in your train of thought before it was expertly pushed back into your subconscious by a size-able cock prodding against that familiar spot inside your walls.
If they hadn’t been so preoccupied, the two men might’ve once again been impressed by how quiet you were. Little gasps of air and tiny whimpers were all you allowed to flow past your lips - besides drool, of course.
Satoru was loud enough for the three of you, though, as he ground out, “Next time we’re making you read a Wikipedia article or something while you’re getting fucked.” The taller man heard his best friend grumble unintelligibly to himself. “They’re being way too quiet! What’s the fun in that?!”
He was ignored.
Suguru dragged his length in and out of your soaked core, finally chasing his own climax. You sat at his hips, arms once again captured behind you as the other man ground his own cock against your ass cheeks. Though you had offered as much, Gojo had seemed adamant on dealing with his own hardness. If the two had spoken to each other about this before, you’d likely never know.
By the time they’d both finished, cum was painted on your back and your front, with you much too worn out to care. Hell, your roommate could have finished inside and you wouldn’t even have the chance to worry about it before passing out.
Showing some amount of decency, the pair forced you to remain lucid enough to get cleaned up - though they were laughing at you the whole time.
The scheming best friends, so satisfied with their little ploy, gave each other a crispy high-five, gazing at your covered, sleeping form as you finally got the rest you desired.
In your bed, though - Suguru was going to need to change his sheets.