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Not to quote Rockwell but, you really were starting to feel like somebody was watching you.
Dancing drunk with your friend while surrounded by people in all sorts of costumes and getups could have been part of the reason why but, the point remains still.
Your body was thrumming with that drunken bliss, limbs moving fluidly to the music bumping all throughout the house you stood in currently. And yet, every breath you took, every move you made, and every step you took—it felt like someone was watching you. No shade to The Police, of course.
Yes, your chosen costume was far shorter than anything you wore normally and you were easily grabbing the eyes of many around you but, there was something distant that didn’t quite feel like the usual attention you receive.
In the midst of your dancing and giggling alongside Utahime, you noticed two things. Or, to be more specific, two sets of eyes on you.
Off in some corner of the room there were these deep invoking violet eyes that bored into your frame, the mysterious haze in them standing out amongst the crowd of dancing people that surrounded you.
Then, on the opposite side of said room, there were eyes of pure azure blue that felt as though they were piercing into every inch of you—especially as you make brief eye contact with them, feeling a shiver of cold chills slipping down your spine.
Every sway of your body was being watched and studied like a hawk in a way that differed from how everyone else let their eyes occasionally stark down your figure. Something about these two gazes felt unmoving, like no matter which way you faced to dance, one of those sets were noticeable off in the distance.
And even when they weren’t noticeable, you could feel them nonetheless.
Luckily for you, your drunken mind simply blames the alcohol you’d drank as to why two random guys looking at you from across the room seemed to stand out a bit more than anyone else’s. Especially when you take into consideration both men had looks that just naturally stood out from everyone else! It was absolutely nothing to worry about—
“Hey, are you alright?” Grabs your attention as you whirl your head around to meet the eyes of Utahime, her cheeks flushed from drinking just as heavily as you’d been if not more.
You nod, not fully processing her words yet as your lashes flutter and then the words leave you. “Yeah, m’fine, why?” You manage out, though you’re sure your words come out a lot more slurred together than intended.
Utahime giggles before placing a hand on your arm, caressing the skin there just barely as a sweet smile spreads across her rosy-glossed lips. “I’m gonna go talk to Shoko for a sec’,” She informs you, “Didn’t wanna leave you without sayin’ anything so-,” She lets out a little hiccup, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Her hand slips downwards along your arm as she watches your expression, smiling at the way she can see you visibly processing her words again. Utahime’s hand soon meets yours and she gives it a soft squeeze.
That seems to lull you into vocalizing a reply instead of just staring at her. Shaking your head a bit—as if that would help to clear the weight of alcohol running through you right now, “Uhuh, I told you m’fineee. Tell Shoko I say hii,” You tell her, flashing a reassuring smile afterwards.
You feel the pad of her thumb slide against your wrist in small mindless little circles before she hums, giving you nothing more than a nod in response before leaving your side.
Left on the dance floor, you’re quick to end up dancing against stranger after stranger. You got a name or two here and there, along with some touches against your waist and even your hips but you really can’t remember from who or even why you allowed it all.
At some point, you end up dancing in between two guys. Between them, you remember feeling overwhelmingly hot all over. The man in front of you had familiar blue eyes that made your heart skip a beat every time your own crossed over them. And the male behind you was nearly fighting for your attention back on him.
You remember angling your head back and being met with the most devastatingly hungry set of purple irises ever—also equally as familiar as the first guy.
In the back of your mind, you felt like you knew these two men but in the moment you couldn’t think straight at all.
All you knew was that Mr. Purple Eyes was really good with his hands, running them all up and down your hips and tugging your ass back against his crotch.
Whereas alternatively, there was Mr. Blue Eyes who’d wrap his arm around your waist and press himself closer just to keep you sandwiched between the two of them. Now, this part you actually think your brain made up but, there was something very hard poking at both your ass and your front.
Maybe you were delusional but you swore there were two cocks rubbing against y—
The sound of your name being called is what snaps you out of your trance and your eyes lazily land over on the, seemingly fuming, Utahime.
The white-haired man is the first one to get shoved off of you and you stumble to the side at the impact of it all.
“Keep your grimy paws off of her, Satoru.” She breathes out before quickly turning to you and practically snatching you away from the raven behind you. Sending him a glare, “Same to you, Suguru. Ugh.”
It suddenly clicks for you. That’s why they looked familiar, because you knew them! Duh. They were both Shoko’s friends!!
Drunkenly, your hands end up meeting Utahime’s face and you squeeze her cheeks in your palms as if to rid the disgust and annoyance written all over her features. “‘Himee, s’okay, we were just dancin’,” You giggle with the most innocent expression.
Her annoyance melts away at the sound of your voice and she moves her hands to your wrists, carefully prying your hands away from her face. “I know, I know,” She says all softly before sending Gojo another glare. “I just don’t think certain people deserve your attention like that—especially not him.” She spits out.
Gojo lets out an amused huff before throwing his hands up in defeat, “Relaaax, Utahime. You’re acting like friends can’t dance together now.”
Her glare grows impossibly colder with the man, “The two of you are not friends.”
“Oh yeah?” Geto suddenly purrs, earning your best friend’s attention and making her eyes go wide as she watches him snake his arms around you to pull you back into a hug. “Then what do you call us, hm?”
“Manipulative whores who’re trying to take advantage of my friend,” She grumps, reaching forward and tugging you right out of that hug. To which you allow yourself to fall right into her arms.
Geto scoffs, brows meeting center now as a vein peeks out against his jawline, “Take advantage? She’s a grown woman, she can handle herself just fine. Plus, we were just dancing.”
Utahime scoffs, “Liar—“
“He’s right ‘n you know it,” Gojo chimes in, “I watched-, er, happened to see her ward off multiple creeps within the past few minutes. If she didn’t want us to dance with her, she would’ve sent us off as well.” He points out.
Which was true, you’d cycled through plenty of people who tried dancing with you within the time Utahime had left your side. Pushing off the too touchy, shaking your head at the too eager to get you to go upstairs with them, and eventually ending up with Gojo and Geto who you just felt comfortable against.
Your best friend, still annoyed, finds herself at a slight loss of words. She’s always hated Gojo and seeing him anywhere near you made her unexplainably frustrated. Then there was Geto who was trouble in human form, breaking girl’s hearts left and right for all she knew based on the things Shoko had told her.
Frowning, “That’s not—“
“‘Himeee,” You’re finally budding in again, slumping your forehead onto her shoulder, “My head’s startin’ to hurt, I think m’gonna head back home now…”
“Ah, o-okay,” She stammers quickly, her entire demeanor changing in an instant as she redirects all her attention onto you, “Do you want me to-“
You’re shaking your head already before pulling away from her, “Nope, I can-, mh, I can get there jus’ fine on my own.”
Now, normally Utahime would be the one to escort you home safely—she refused to ever get you an Uber or even a taxi home because she didn’t trust any of them with an overly drunk you. But, she was too drunk to drive tonight or even think completely straight so..
Utahime nods, “Alright but, text me as soon as you get home, okay?”
You give her a thumbs-up and she smiles at you.
Luckily, you lived just down the street from the party you guys were attending so she really had nothing to worry about. Or so she told her intoxicated self, anyway.
As you begin wobbling away from her, bumping into a few people while you make your way towards what you fuzzily remember to be the exit, Utahime’s got her eyes on you the entire time—at least making sure you manage out the front door. Once you do, she turns to give Gojo and Geto another scolding only to find that they’ve both vanished.
She blinks a few times as she glances around, realizing that they’ve almost quite literally disappeared into thin air. Perhaps her mild curses from before managed to scare them away for the night. Good riddance.
Now, after this party everything around you starts to get… strange.
——
You live alone, courtesy to your parents who left the house to you almost as soon as you turned eighteen and then moved out of town completely. That was years ago but, because of that there are certain things in your home that just never change.
You have your own routines and small things you do and yet, after only a few weeks, you begin to notice odd things.
For example, your hygiene products like your body wash and shampoo. You’ve always left them in a specific corner of your tub for as long as you remember but there was one day when you went to shower that you noticed some of the items there had been left on the opposite side.
Obviously this isn’t a world-shattering difference but, it was something that left you humming in thought. Perhaps you were in a rush during your last shower and moved it? Even though you’ve never done that before and happened to be quite particular about your things…
Weird.
The next thing you picked up on were weird strands of hair in certain places like your bedroom and your living room. On your couch you once find this long strand of silky black hair that doesn’t exactly match yours.
At first you thought that maybe it could’ve been Utahime’s because she’s the only person with dark colored hair that frequents your house nowadays but, you weren’t sure.
And in your bedroom, you found a shorter strand of white hair on your pillow one time and then another strand of the same color in your closet. Maybe Utahime had been hanging around Shoko and your friends and things transferred over…? You did have Shoko herself over at one point but, you weren’t sure if that was it.
Weird.
The thing that stood out to you the most though? Your favorite pairs of panties started to go missing one by one along with your underwear drawer being left slightly ajar some days.
Now, there were lots of times you left your house in a hurry to make it to class on time but that was one thing you really don’t feel like you were responsible for. You tried to also consider the fact that your washer and dryer has a tendency to eat up your socks and occasionally small clothing items but, still.
The panties you usually wore most often and definitely felt most confident and comfortable in just.. disappeared one day. And not just one but two of them at that.
You searched your house high and low but you really could never find them.
Weird.
There were also some other things like you finding your laptop in a different room than you remember leaving it or your shorts popping up in the crack of your living room couch instead of your bedroom but, those were things you shrugged off and assumed you were just getting more careless as the days went on.
After all, classes were getting increasingly difficult and you were stressed between that and work, so maybe all of those little homely mishaps were because of your busying life.
Little did you know…
——
It was on days like today where you would leave your house late-afternoon to head over to Utahime’s and spend more of your evening with her that one of the two people responsible for all those mysteries would act.
See, the funny thing about having two of the most obsessive people in town stalking you is that each of them are so entrapped in you that they don’t even acknowledge or notice the other.
Until today that is.
Geto watches your car drive off before he makes his way into your house via a spare copy of your key he’d oh-so-politely made for himself. Walking around your place as if it were his second home and wondering what it is he should do today while you’re out.
Some days he chooses to follow you around town and watch how you spend your time but after a few weeks of meticulously learning your routine, he hadn’t felt the need to do that anymore. Especially since he already knew where you were going.
He and Utahime didn’t talk much but he definitely started to care less for her as time went on. She took up most of your days and it was hard to ever catch you alone—not to do anything, of course, but just to watch you from afar. Yet, you were always with her and it was annoying as fuck.
How is he supposed to know what you do in your free time if you never have any??
Rolling his eyes at the thought, Geto makes his way upstairs in search of your bedroom. He knows the way by now but he’s stopping by your bathroom quickly just to go and smell one of your perfumes—eyes fluttering to the back of his skull at the scent.
Everything about you really was perfect. So perfect that Geto swore he planned to stop this whole stalker thing someday and properly ask you out. Y’know, after learning everything there is to know about you and making himself into the perfect embodiment of the kind of man you hope for.
Today, he was here to return a pair of your panties he’d stolen, jerked off with more times than he can count, and washed thoroughly after the fact. One of his hands remained taut in his pockets as he rubbed his thick thumb over the black fabric and tried not to get worked up all over again.
He knew these were your favorite since he’d literally counted the number of times you’d washed and worn this pair instead of any others. Smiling to himself as he thinks about it, Geto pushes open your bedroom door and then the sight he’s met with leaves him frozen.
Gojo’s nose-deep in one of your pillows right now, soaking in every bit of your smell that he can before he realizes his best friend just walked in. Fumbling to drop the item in his hands and acting as though he wasn’t doing anything, Gojo then clears his throat obnoxiously loud and moves to scratch the back of his neck.
“What uh, what’re you doing here?” He asks all confusedly, as if the same question doesn’t apply to him as well.
Geto cocks a brow and he’s surprisingly casual about this, taking a step into your bedroom and softly pushing the door shut with his foot before turning toward your drawers, “I came to return something. What are you doing here, aside from sniffing pillows and dryhumping a clueless woman’s bedsheets, that is.”
Gojo watches his friend stroll over to your drawer and open in, taking a small black fabric he’d recognize anywhere out of his pocket before ‘discreetly’ returning them back to their rightful place. “Huh.” Gojo tuts, “What were you doing with those panties, Suguru? A-And I wasn’t dryhumping her sheets!” He stammers out afterwards.
Rummaging through the other fabrics in your drawer as if it were second nature, Geto finds himself cracking a little smirk, “Returning them, obviously.” He answers slyly as he plucks another pair that’s a deep purple shade and holds it up in the air to contemplate something. “She… let me borrow them,” He lies.
To which Gojo’s head cocks back immediately and the scoff that comes flying past his lips is almost comedic, “You can barely hold eye contact with the woman, let alone hold an actual conversation with her long enough for you two to have a significant relationship in which she’d let you ‘borrow’ her favorite pair of panties.”
“I’d ask how you know they’re her favorite but,” Geto sends a sideways glance back at his friend and there’s something cocky written all over his naturally smug expression as he does so. Then he sizes Gojo up and down, “Given the way you were sniffing that pillow… it doesn’t surprise me that you’re privy to that information.”
“I’m privy to it in the same way you are,” Gojo shoots back, giving Geto a size-up of his own. There was some sort of unspoken competitive tension stirring between the two men now. “Plus, I was gonna go for those but they went missing before I could snatch ‘em up… now I know why.”
He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a softer blue pair of panties and tosses them over to the raven-haired male, watching the way he effortlessly catches it in one hand before slipping both of his hands onto it to feel the fabric.
“I got stuck with those,” Gojo continues, “Not that I’m complaining, of course. They’re cute ‘n match my eyes,” He says matter-of-factly. A smirk similar to Geto’s drags across his face as he eases his way closer to his best friend before placing a hand onto his shoulder and squeezing lightly. Then Gojo leans into his ear just to whisper, “Oh, and they were used when I got them.”
Geto physically reacts to just the mere thought of that. Being able to snatch up a pair of panties fresh off of your body, dripping in your scent, perhaps even dripping in something else, and-
God, he was getting hard at just the thought alone.
And unfortunately, it was pissing him off. He shrugs Gojo’s hand off of his shoulder rudely and flings the panties back into your drawer before rolling his eyes, “Oh whatever.” Geto scoffs sassily, “Are you implying that you’re a better creep than me or something?”
Gojo throws his hands up as if admitting defeat, “Nono, I’m not a creep at all! A bit of a weirdo? Maybe. A stalker? Perhaps. But I’m not a creep.”
“Listen here Radiohead,” Geto starts up snarkily with a sideways glance toward his friend who mumbles something along the lines of, ‘that’s not even how the lyrics go…’ in between his talking. “I regret to inform you that you’re all of the above.” Geto finishes off with a sigh. He then turns around to face Gojo and the two are eye to eye now. “Now back to my question, Satoru. What are you doing here?”
“I’m not sure you’re really in the position of questioning me at all, Suguru.” Gojo bites back with a smug look on his face. Then he shrugs, “You came to return panties you stole, I came here to do what I always do.”
Cocking a brow, “What, pillow-sniffing?” Geto scoffs in question, stuffing his hands—which still have a new pair of your panties in them—back into his pockets.
Gojo rolls his eyes at that, “No…” The dramatics in his tone make Geto bite back a chuckle at how ridiculous his friend was being, as if he hadn’t already been caught in the act. “Well,” Gojo moves a hand to scratch the back of his neck all nervously, “Okay, maybe, yeah-, b-but before you judge me, you should give it a try! It smells just like her.”
“No shit, she sleeps on the damn thing.” Geto deadpans, violet eyes boring into Gojo’s blue ones.
“Damn, you really are a stalker,” Gojo replies anyway. His habit of shifting the blame onto his friend was truly growing more and more comical by the second, “How do you know she doesn’t sleep on the other side?”
Geto blinks in slow motion before letting out a very long breath of air, “The same way you know, dingus.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever-”
“And I won’t be giving that a try at all, that’s weird.” The raven adds on as he glances over to your bed.
To which Gojo takes offense and scoffs, “No weirder than going through her laptop.”
Geto’s eyes snap back onto Gojo and he quickly sizes him up and down, his face twisting up in mockery, “Says the one who jerks off with her favorite body wash.”
“Like you haven’t done the same with her lotion,” Gojo fires back quickly enough for it to seem like he had the reply ready.
“‘Least I don’t go fishing through her laundry.”
“Yeah because that’s so much better than going through her drawers.”
“Well-”
Before Geto gets to finish that, the sound of a car pulling up outside makes both of their words die off on their tongues as they go completely still. Geto and Gojo stare at one another for a long moment, their breaths catching in their throat at the mere sound. They knew it was you.
Rushing over to your window and practically pushing at one another, the two hurry to get a look just to make sure they’re not going crazy and that you had actually come back home early.
To their everloving surprise, there you were getting out of your vehicle rather quickly and causing alarms to go off in both of their heads. Geto turns away from the window first, shoving at Gojo to get a move on before you make your way inside because maybe they could-
The thought can’t even be concluded before they hear your front door opening and then closing. Holy shit you were moving quickly.
The duo shares one more lingering stare between each other before they both move to the nearest places they can think of. At first, they both head toward your closet to hide in but Gojo trips Geto and gets in there before he can, shutting the door quickly and quietly.
After the past few weeks of stalking you, if there’s one thing Geto’s learned, it’s how to be spookily quieter than normal. Given that, he manages to land on his palms with the faintest thump humanly possible.
A ticked off glare is sent toward the doors of your closet, one of which Gojo could feel even from behind the shut doors. Yet, before Geto could make another attempt at getting into the closet, he heard you making your way up the stairs. Fast as shit, too.
So, he does the only logical thing possible in this situation.
He’s already on the floor and it’s only natural that he lays flat down and then rolls himself over until he’s laying on his back and fully underneath your bed.
Just as he gets under there—heart pounding in his chest and breathing unsteady—your room door is pushed open, then shut softly behind you as your feet come pattering against your carpet floor.
Geto has to slip a hand over the lower half of his face to conceal his heavy breathing and his lashes are batting nervously as his eyes trail your every move. He watches the way you near the bed, listens to you place something down on it, and then watches you walk over to your mirror before you begin to undress a little.
Something stirs within him as he watches your jacket fall to the floor where you stand and he wonders—hopes, even—if you’re going to go into your closet and find his idiot of a best friend standing there.
Now that would make the fact that you came home early all worth it. Well, so long as Gojo doesn’t rat him out shortly after by saying something dumb like, ‘damn, guess we’ve been caught, Suguru’.
Geto rolls his eyes at the thought, knowing wholeheartedly that that’s definitely something Gojo would do.
Then he returns his attention to the currently undressing you, who he watches your top fall to the floor before you (unfortunately) walk over to your dresser. Geto listens for a bit longer as you fish through your drawers for a more comfortable top and then he suddenly feels his phone buzz in his pocket.
Thank God his ringer is off and luckily for him the buzz isn’t loud enough to catch your attention. He pulls the device out of his pocket to see a text from Gojo that reads, ‘She bought a sex toy.’
Geto swallows dryly as he runs his eyes over those words a few times. After processing it, he lets his gaze flick toward the closet, which he notices is now cracked open just enough for Gojo to be able to see out of without looking obvious.
That explains how Gojo knew that, he probably saw the box on the bed. Or hell, maybe even the toy itself.
Geto clicks his phone off without replying to Gojo and turns his head to face straight up.
A box of a newly purchased sex toy was sitting on the bed he was currently laying under. To his knowledge, you didn’t have any other toys. This would be your first.
Meanwhile Gojo’s eyes are flickering back and forth between his phone—awaiting some kind of reply from Geto aside from the read reciept—and that box sitting oh-so-prettily atop your bed.
From what he could see, it was definitely a dildo. Your (presumably) first and only toy for pleasure.
The two men hidden in your room watching and listening to you both wonder the same thing at the same time:
You’re not about to try that out now, are you?
Could that have possibly been why you were in a rush earlier, Geto wonders. The delivery of that item is probably why you didn’t stay at Utahime’s place for hours like you normally do, Gojo figures.
And while they're busy pondering to themselves, the sound of you carrying on with the opening of said package could be heard.
You—completely oblivious to your company—found a pair of scissors and began to work open that box of yours. With the way you were facing, Gojo had a clear shot of your face and he finds himself smiling at how truly oblivious you are. Is this whole situation by far the creepiest thing he or Geto have done since they started stalking you? Well, yes. Does that mean they aren’t enjoying this whole thing despite their fear of being caught? Of course not.
By the time you get the actual item out of its packaging, you’re sitting all prettily on your bed and holding the item up in the air for inspection.
Gojo lets out a gasp all too loudly as his eyes fall on the dildo in your hand, having to slap a hand over his mouth because of it. Geto hears the sound—shutting his eyes immediately and biting back the world’s longest sigh—and he knows for a fact that if he heard it from all the way under your bed, you did too.
Your head lifts and you look into the direction of which it came, wondering if you’d really heard that or if you were imagining things. Truth be told, you’ve been paranoid because of all the oddities happening around your house for the past few weeks so obviously when you hear something that sounded like a gasp, you’re left on edge.
Gojo should have stumbled back deeper into your closet the moment your head began to turn but he did everything but that. If anything, those bright blue eyes of his widen and you’re sitting on your bed staring carefully. Everything was fine as your eyes narrowed to get a better look. Y’know, until you made direct eye contact with the man.
You’re not sure what happens first: Gojo walking out of your closet and saying something about, “Before you start screaming–” or the way you falter right off of your bed with a shout of, “What the fuck?!”
Then there’s Geto—who you’re not quite aware of just yet—who’s under your bed praying that everything he just heard was just a part of his imagination. Surely Gojo did not just come out of your closet, right? Right??
Gojo, who’d oh-so-awkwardly walked out of your closet as if it were the most casual thing in the world, is now holding the dildo you instinctively chucked at him before you went tumbling backwards and fell on the other side of your bed. “Eeeasy, sweets. I know what this looks like–”
“What the hell are you doing in my house?” You cut off cleanly as your head pops up into his line of sight again, your eyes fixated on the all too familiar display of his face. The fact that he’s been in your room all this time paired with the way you know who he is slowly makes your head spin with confusion.
And then he’s just there, looking at you as if you were the crazy one in this situation. “Okay, rude.” Gojo tuts with a sassed roll of his eyes, “You didn’t even let me finish.”
This whole situation was starting to feel like some weird fever dream. You almost couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was actually happening. Huffing, “Answer my question, Gojo. What the fuck are you doing in my house??”
His hands move up as if to admit defeat, dildo still firmly held in his left, “Well, I came by to return a little somethin’ I borrowed a few weeks ago–”
“So you’re the one who’s been stealing my shit?” You interupt yet again, “A-And wait, how the fuck have you been getting in??”
“Obviously I made a spare key…” He explains in a tone slow enough to piss you even more. “Geez, is this your first time having a stalker or what?” If there was ever a time and place for sarcasm, it damn sure wasn’t here or now.
It takes you a few seconds of staring to process the reality of this situation. Gojo was really just standing here in your house unprompted, your dildo in hand, and looking at you as if this was just another wednesday night for him.
He’s the one behind all that weird stuff that’s been happening around your house. Your hygiene products being moved about, your missing panties, finding your laptop in strange places, and the random strands of hair you’d find all now suddenly making a lot more sense. “It.. It was all you,” You utter the realization in a way that makes his heart flip in his chest.
It felt nice to be recognized by you—even in this rather peculiar situation—and yeah, half of the things you’re probably blaming him for was actually Geto’s doing, Gojo could care less about correcting you right now. Your mind was on him right now and that was all that mattered. The last thing he wanted to do was share the spotlight.
“Awh, ya’ caught me,” Gojo murmurs with a sly unapologetic grin starking across his unfairly handsome face, “It certainly was all me, I hope you don’t mind. If you’d like me to drop to my knees and apologize, I have no problem-”
“What?” You scoff, steadily moving to stand up. “Gojo, I want you to get the fuck out of my house.”
You watch the man move a hand over his heart, faking pain. “Ouch, sweetheart. I spend all these months looking after you and this is the thanks I get?”
Your lashes bat in pure cynicism, “I’m sorry, what the hell did you expect me to say when you come bursting out of my closet?”
“I mean, I expected the anger and confusion, sure...” He explains with no sense of remorse on his face still.
And while the two of you bicker, Geto’s still laying beneath your bed trying to figure out which point he should roll out and correct you. It’s unfair Gojo’s getting the opportunity to get scolded by you and he isn’t. He stalked you too!
Gojo continues, “...But, y’know, I also hoped you’d want some sort of apology too?”
You send him that blank stare from across the room again and your lips part a few times as you try to figure out how the hell you’re supposed to respond to that. “You hoped I’d want some sort of apology? So, you wanted to get caught?”
He cracks a smirk, “You don’t see me complaining about this little predicament of ours, do you?”
“I..” Your voice just dies out in your throat with the way you find yourself at a true loss of words. Then you run a hand over your face and just sigh tiredly, “Please just leave.”
His shoulders slump and he starts pouting before turning on his heels, “Fiiiine, fine… But uh,” He pauses and holds his hand up, revealing the dildo that never quite left his hand after you threw it at him. “I’m taking this with me.”
Your brows furrow and you start walking around your bed to approach him, “What the hell? No, give that back.”
His footing shifts against the floor and then he starts backtracking his steps a bit, holding the item up high, “Come take it from me.”
“Gojo, we are not doing this.” You say flatly before you stop moving and fold your arms.
He tilts his head all innocently, “Sweetheart, you can call me Satoru, y’know.”
Rolling your eyes, you extend your palm, “Fuck you. Hand over the toy.”
“First off, I’m all yours if you’ll have me. Secondly, sure.” He then dangles the dildo in the air again, “Just come get it.”
You remain unmoving, “Gojo.”
A beat passes between the two of you. He’s smiling and you look like you’re two seconds away from attacking him, which he wouldn’t mind since that’d mean your hands are on him–
Begrudgingly, you end up caving with slumped shoulders and sigh, “...Satoru.”
His smile widens, “Atta’ girl,” He praises smoothly enough for you to feel a bit differently about this situation. Does that make you easy in some sense? Well, yeah but, it’s Satoru Gojo for Christ’s sake! Who could blame you? With another wave of that embarrassing sex toy, Gojo gestures towards you, “C’monn, take it from me.”
Annoyed by this whole turn of events, you end up walking over to him after a quick roll of your eyes. He gladly lets you snatch the toy out of his hands and then you turn away without another word.
Just as you go to walk away, you feel fabric against your foot and look down to see your underwear on the floor. Grimacing at the sight, you bend to swipe them up but you find yourself wondering if these were going to be Gojo’s next jerk material…
You shake the thought away and just so happen to lift your eyes a little and spot long inky strands of hair sticking out from under your bed.
If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that wherever Gojo seemed to be, Geto was never too far behind. No matter the situation, apparently.
“Geto I know damn well that’s not you under my fucking bed right now.” You breathe out while tipping your head down to look.
It would have been really embarrassing if no one was there but with the way a pair of violet-shaded eyes meet yours, you find yourself groaning.
Offering you an all too innocent smile, “Would you like me to hold your hand as I say this to you or…”
“Jesus Christ,” You scoff, standing all the way up again, “Get from under there. Now.”
He takes his sweet time to roll out from beneath your bed and when he finds himself up on his feet, you end up making him and Gojo stand side by side while you pace back and forth trying to figure out what to say to the two men.
Technically Geto heard everything you said to Gojo but, you weren’t thinking about that right now. All you could mull over in the moment was the way you had not one but two people stalking you.
Geto offered the same thing Gojo did, mentioning something about groveling at your feet to apologize for it all if you wanted him to. Now, you did stand there and pretend like seeing either of them on their knees begging for your forgiveness wouldn’t be the hottest thing you’ve seen all year but, in your defense, this whole thing was overwhelming enough.
Eventually, you slowly turned around and looked at both of them, noticing the steady lack of remorse for everything. It was as though neither of them were fazed by getting caught in your room—even though technically Gojo came out of your closet on his own accord, in a way—and the look of nonchalance mixed with pure casualty on their faces was starting to piss you off.
“So, let me get this whole thing straight.” You manage to say calmly, “You both have been stalking me, stealing my clothes, doing God knows what with my underwear and cleansing products, and now…” You scoff, “What, you’re here to return the shit you’ve taken???”
They look at one another before looking at you and then nodding in sync, still not seeming to feel the least bit guilty. The cherry on top of this whole thing was the painful fact that they both look so utterly desperate behind the creepy flicks of amusement in their eyes.
Maybe you were imagining it all and just finding some weird way to romanticize the fact that two men spent their free time watching you but, you swear every time your voice got louder they looked like they were seconds away from dropping to their knees.
To make it worse? You thought it was hot.
Not the whole stalking thing but, the way they were looking at you right now. You were standing there scolding them about being sick perverts and all they did was smile and nod as if they wanted you to be meaner to them.
“Okay,” You eventually manage out as your pacing finally comes to a pause. You couldn’t just let them go, not after everything had been revealed. No, you had to get them back for all that they did. They don’t get to walk out of your house with no consequences.
Hell, by this point the idea of kicking them out at all kinda faded out of your head.
You turn to look at both of them and watch the way Gojo and Geto straighten up where they stand. Then your eyes fall down onto the dildo in your hand and it just… clicks. You glance at them again, then to the toy, them once more, and then you point the dildo towards the two of them.
“Y’know what,” The sound of your voice so suddenly makes the two men fight the urge to gulp. Something had changed and it left a subtle chill slipping down their spines as they noticed the shift in your tone. “I know what I’m gonna do with you two.”
The two men weren’t sure if they should’ve been scared or excited.
Gojo’s the one to clear his throat, asking, “And what might that be, exactly…?”
You smile abruptly, “You two like watching me, right?”
……
Moments later Gojo and Geto find themself tied to your bed.
Clothes discarded, cocks freed into the air all achingly and twitching—the two men had been forced to watch you in a way they’d only dreamed about before. Before they knew it, you had your legs parted grubbly as you worked that pitiful piece of silicone into your sopping pussy.
When you said you knew what you were going to do to them, the last thing they expected was for you to get back at them by torturing them in this way. But, since they had a thing for watching you, this should be no different, right?
All that stalking they did pretty much went down the drain as they sat here now with throbbing dicks since neither of them realized you were into shit this kinky. Neither of them were exactly complaining (yet) but this really was another form of torment they couldn’t have predicted by a long shot.
You’re clumsy with the way you handle that pathetic toy and your moans are weak and probably even fake, they both assume. Geto knows for a fact that he could make you much louder in seconds by using only his tongue and Gojo’s almost certain his fingers could have gotten you off properly a long time ago.
And yet there they sat, huffing and puffing at the lack of being able to touch you right now. Their wrists strain against the rough rope you just so happened to have in one of your drawers.
Gojo’s got his head tossed back and his hips keep bucking into the air all desperate to feel literally anything right now. He moves with every slick squelch that enters the air as those few inches slosh into your cunt. Mumbling something like, “‘Could fuck you s’much better if you’d let me, sweetheart… please…” as if to get you to change your mind about this whole thing.
Seeing as that doesn’t seem to faze you at all, Geto takes it upon himself to start throwing out some words of convincing. “C’mon, gorgeous, y’know he’s right… You look so cute takin’ that fake cock but we all know you need somethin’ a little bigger now.”
You let out a slightly louder moan as if to counter his words and for just a second, your eyes meet his and you feel the way your cunt reacts with a needy clench around your dildo as you slide it as deep as it could reach. Which wasn’t too far. If Geto and Gojo were right about one thing, it was that the toy you were using really wasn’t that big.
Geto’s eyes are starved as they set onto yours and you might’ve looked away first if not for the way his gaze drops and then his expression falters. You watch the way his lips part and a very faint whine exits his throat the moment his eyes settle onto the spread of your pussy.
“Fuuuck, don’t make me beg..” He breathes out all of a sudden despite you not even saying anything yet. Then those purple irises meet your face again, “Look at us-, look at me, m’leaking for you.”
“Don’t forget about me, m’here too…” Gojo adds in, sending his friend a very short glare before looking at you, “If anything, I’m leaking more than he is. Look at my cock, sweetheart, he’s twitchin’ for some attention. C’mon, look.”
You were quickly growing conflicted as your eyes traveled back and forth between the two. Unconsciously, your hand began to work the dildo in and out of your honeyed walls faster and you were biting back a series of desperate moans. “I-I can’t look at you both at the same time.” You huff out.
To which Geto smirks, “No, but you could take us both at the same time, I bet. ‘Could let us stretch that pussy out real good f’you.”
The way you gulp at that tells him everything he needs to know.
Gojo lets out another groan and speaks through slightly gritted teeth, “We’d hit deeper than that little toy of yours ‘n you know it. Hah, shit… I could probably fuck the damn thing into you better than you’re doing right now.”
“Shut up,” You whine oh-so-pathetically.
“If you didn’t want us to talk, you should’ve taped our mouths shut.” Geto scoffs with a slight cock of his head.
Your lips are parting a little wider and you hate the way this is turning you on more than you thought it would. Hell, maybe he had a point there. Perhaps you should’ve taped their mouths shut with the way things were playing out right now…
So much for tormenting them.
“And it’s never too late to shut us up yourself,” Gojo’s adding. Yeah, you were dreading this already with the way they both were talking now. “I can think of a few other things I could be doin’ with this mouth of mine aside from runnin’ it so much.”
You try to roll your eyes to display some form of annoyance but from their point of view, it just looks like your eyes roll back as you stuff that dildo deeper. Unintentionally whining, “I hate you both.”
A nasty trail of cum is building up along the head of Geto’s cock now, leaking down furiously and making it harder for him to breathe properly. Even so, his teasing seems to know no bounds, “Aww, do you? Or do you just hate the effect we have on you without even laying a finger on you?”
“Maybe she hates how wet we get her, Suguru,” Gojo huffs—as if he’s fairing any better—with his cock achingly hard now. The slightest glance of your eyes would probably make him cum right now but you’re too busy experiencing your own orgasm to realize, “Look at that mess she’s makin’.”
“Mhm, you’re right, Satoru,” Geto pants, drooling the more he stares. “She’s trying to act all tough like we can’t see how desperate she is for more.”
At this point, you couldn’t even play off the way you were fully getting off to their words. Every syllable of filth that hit your ears only made the room heavier with the weight of lust and your hand was growing tired.
“Look at that, she’s got her mouth all open now—bet she’s fantasizing about what it’d be like to take one of us down that throat of hers.” Gojo points out all of a sudden, seeing the way your thighs sprawl out and your hips buck up.
Geto’s brows are twisting up at the sight and he merely slumps back against your headboard, “Uhuh, and oh, her legs are getting wider… That poor toy can’t even keep up with what it takes to satisfy such a needy pussy.”
You gasp sharply and Gojo smiles at the sound of that, “Shiit, keep talkin’ like that and I might get off before she does, Suguru.”
For just a moment—and a mere moment alone—Geto’s attention is stripped from you as he turns to look at his best friend. He can’t help but smile at the sight of how wrecked Gojo looks right now, happy to see he’s not the only one losing his mind.
That cheshire smirk of his drags out across his lips, “Heh, it’s never taken much for you, has it, Satoru? You haven’t even been touched yet.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatev-, woah, h-hey sweetheart,” Gojo ends up stammering as he catches you crawling toward him, eyes glinting with a sudden hunger he wasn’t quite expecting from you. He swallows thickly whilst you draw nearer, “What uh, what are you doing..?”
The toy you’d been using is all but discarded now and he doesn’t even get the chance to catch his hitched breath before your hand is wrapping around the weeping head of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Gojo chokes out heavily, white lashes fluttering gracefully as you begin to lower your head down. “Listen, I know I talk a lot of shit but-, fuck.. I-I’m not good with-, I can’t–”
He doesn’t get to finish his protests because your lips are sloppy and wet around his blushing cockhead, leading him to whine so sweetly. Your eyes lift to his while you urge his dick into your slick mouth and Gojo’s brain freezes.
“What the fuck,” He’s panting out all confused, too drunk on this entire scenario to structure his thoughts properly. Then your tongue flicks up against his frenulum and Gojo chokes on the next moan that dances past his lips. “Why’re you-, wait, don’t stop-,” He’s a muddled mess already but his hips thrust up anyway, “Oh fuck, don’t stop, sweetheart.”
Geto doesn’t know if he’s jealous of the attention he’s watching Gojo receive right now or turned on by it. Had their words really worked you up so much that you couldn’t even play with yourself anymore? Cute.
“I take my eyes off ya’ for two seconds and then you go throwin’ your mouth on my best friend?” Geto asks rhetorically, “S’not fair… I can’t even touch myself to this. Are you really gonna let me sit here with my cock this hard and—”
You lift your head with a sharp pop of spit echoing into the air before you whisper, “Suguru,” And he shuts his mouth all obediently, dick weeping amply at the mere mention of his name from your saliva-sleeked lips. “Stop whining and,” You pause just to plant a chaste kiss against Gojo’s veiny shaft, “mwah… come over here.”
As if possessed, the man moves faster than either of you register.
“Don’t gotta tell me twice. M’riiiiight here, gorgeous,” Geto purrs from behind you within the next moment. You feel his wet tip press against your even wetter folds, sliding up and down the gloss of them before he lets out a relieved little sigh.
Then you feel a hand meet your hip and you flinch.
Wasn’t he just tied up moments ago…?
Chuckling at the way you’d just uttered that aloud, Geto hums, “Surely you didn’t think those knots would keep me from touching you forever.” His hand slides over along your hip as he adjusts his touch over to your lower back and then caresses the skin of your spine, pressing lightly. “Deepen that arch for me, pretty.”
Your body molds oh-so-perfectly to his touch and the smile that graces his handsome face is cocky.
“Atta’ girl,” He chimes, tipping his head to the side. “Mmh, look at that. You practice this or somethin’?” Geto asks, his smirk alone complementing that gorgeous curve in your spine and the way it left you looking so utterly delicious beneath him.
With Gojo’s cockhead quickly mashing against your inner cheek again as you turn your head, you nod in a way that’s just downright slutty. “Uhuh,” You mumble in response.
Then a new hand is weaving through your hair and turning your head forward once more. Gojo’s gazing down at you, “Don’t get distracted now, work that cock down your fuckin’ throat.” He breathes out all meanly, grunting, “Mhmmm, juuust like that.” the second you slobber your lips down his length again.
“Quit hoggin’ all her attention, Satoru,” Geto huffs before landing a sudden slap against your ass, gripping the fat of it and spreading you a bit wider for himself. His head cocks to the side and he looks down just to watch your pussy drool against his dick, smiling at the sight. “Stingy fuck..”
Gojo’s thin brows furrow and he huffs, “You’d be stingy too if you-, mmgh.. hahh, h-had this throat wrapped around you..”
“Doubt it,” Geto argues, “I’ve always been.. agh.. able to handle head properly unlike someone,” He accentuates that word of his with one seamless thrust into your dripping hole, leaving you moaning around Gojo’s cock all messily. His words weren’t even toward you but there you were clenching around the rude stretch of his inches anyway.
Gojo sneers, “Y-Yeah well, I handle pussy better.”
As if that was the most audacious thing he’d ever heard, Geto fights a laugh between the crisp breath of air he sucks in, “Better than who?”
“You, obviously,” Gojo’s smiling now, pushing and guiding your head up and down the expanse of his cock a bit slower now so he could multitask you and this conversation properly.
Geto rolls his eyes at that and both of his hands meet the purchase of your hips, grinding his own into you steadily just to hear a moan struggle at the center of your throat where his friend’s tip is currently kissing, “Satoru, don’t put on a show just ‘cause we’ve got company now.”
“W-What are you talking about…” Gojo stammers with faux perplexity.
With your slight gagging of whines and moans, your pussy is all but spasming around every heavy inch Geto’s driving in and out of you. “Fuuck,” He groans prettily before tossing his head back, the dark tresses of his hair splaying out gorgeously along his chest and down his spine, “You got off with her soap, I doubt you could handle…” His breath trips in his throat at the way your hips clash back against him, “B-Being inside her for longer than a minute..”
“Oh, like you’re doing right now?” Gojo points out with his eyes firmly trained onto his friend now.
Part of him wishes you could see this, the way Geto’s all ruined behind you and hardly able to move his hips because he’s relishing the fact that he’s actually inside you right now. You’re just taking everything Geto gives you as if you couldn’t get enough.
Gojo’s lower lip gets caught in between his teeth for a moment with the way Geto’s brows scrunch up cutely and his cheeks flush over. “Hah, look at’cha, Suguru. Face all twisted up… I know that face, you’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you?”
The raven groans again and you feel his hands press your back into an even deeper arch as he starts driving his cock into you harder, more determined now, “Not before you, I won’t.”
“Sweetheart look at this,” Gojo hums, forcing your head up and giving you a moment to breathe and then angle your head back to look at Geto.
He’s a complete mess behind you, drool sliding down to his chin as he ruts sloppily into your cunt and fights off a whorish moan from leaving his throat. Especially with the way you smile a little and start clenching around him even tighter.
“S’not fair,” Geto grunts, landing another mean smack against your ass. He tries to look up in hopes of at least seeing you all debauched around Gojo’s cock but to his ever loving surprise, you’re sitting there watching him.
Yeah, you’ve got one hand lazily stroking Gojo still but that does nothing to soothe the throb you invoke with the way you’re mouthing the word ‘harder’ and egging Geto on right now.
Were you even the same woman he’d been stalking all this time? You couldn’t be. No, not with that look in your eyes—the one that’s telling him you’ve been wanting this—you couldn’t possibly be that same woman.
“F-Fuuuck-” His voice cracks this time and his eyes start rolling back, hips moving mindlessly fast and dick thrashing at your sweet spot.
“Last longer than me, my ass.” Gojo scoffs, moving his hand to your jaw and turning you to look at him again, “What do you think, sweets? How’s he feel inside you? Feel like he’s gonna cum soon?”
You felt the way Gojo lifted your face all the way up to his and your body jerks closer to his as Geto continues to plow into you from behind. “U-Uhuh, h-he’s… anh, mmgh… right there, Sugu’,” You babble all fucked-out whilst your face is tugged upward.
“He’s what? C’mon, focus on me, baby. I know it feels good but Toru’s talkin’ to you right now, alright?” Gojo whispers, gripping onto your jaw a bit tighter now and causing your face to squish against the pads of his fingers.
You flash this cockdrunk little smile and chew on your lower lip for a second before replying, “Did you just-, mmgh… talk in third p-person?”
“I did,” He chuckles, “But that’s besides the point. Is he about to cum or not?”
“I-I don’t kn-” You’re cut off as a hand reaches into your hair and hauls your head back, causing your jaw to leave Gojo’s grip roughly. All of which is followed by Geto’s toned pelvis pressing against your ass harder and then he leans down and his lips meet your ear.
“Y-Yeah, tell him yeah,” Geto purrs against your skin, “Tell Toru I’m about to cum alll inside this pussy,” He groans, “Make him jealous, that’s all he wants. Trust me, pretty girl.”
You hardly get the chance to think because your hand is too busy dragging along Gojo’s cock faster and your whole body twitches when Geto wraps an arm around your waist and slips his hand down to rub over your clit. Oh all three of you were a mess at this point.
Mixes of grunts, groans, and moans swirled throughout the air. The constant slap of Geto’s skin against the fat of your ass and even your palm gliding along Gojo’s sweltering cock made the room sound so ridiculously filthy.
“Sugu! Fuck, I-I can’t,” You huff out between his bullying thrusts.
“Aw, none of that,” Gojo’s adding in suddenly, “You can follow some simple instructions, c’mon.” He taunts as he leans forward a bit.
Your eyes are on his but they’re all teary from the way Geto’s got most of your body bending and folding to his will, “Y-You already-, hah.. ah! Heard what he-, ohmygod… w-what he said.”
“So? I wanna hear it from you.” Gojo says directly as he tips his head down and unexpectedly swipes the flat of his tongue all the way up along the center of your throat, reaching your jaw and sucking lightly. “Say it for me, sweet thing.”
“F-Fuck… Suguru-, h-he said..” Two fingers slide into your open mouth and press against your tongue just to ruin you a bit more and your eyes start lulling back again. “‘Said he’s gonna cum inside me…” You blather all sloppily against the two thick digits in your mouth.
“Ohhh, is he now?” Gojo muses while he pries himself back a bit.
His fingers are thrusting into your mouth simply for the effect of watching you moan around them. Especially as you start nodding and mumbling, “Uhuhh..”
“Mh. Open your mouth f’me.” You do, even wider than it was before. Then Gojo tugs his fingers out, leaving a gooey string of saliva hanging between his fingertips and your lips. He shoots a fat glob of spit onto your tongue and you gasp. “Bet you’ll take every drop just like you took that fuckin’ spit, huh?”
You make the mistake of nodding stupidly again and that seems to only annoy Gojo. Hence why he cocks his head to the side and leans all the way up. Geto uses the hand he’s got buried in your hair to tug your head and the rest of your body up and you think your eyes cross a bit when his hand slips down to the nape of your neck and squeezes. It was almost like he wanted to make sure you kept your eyes on Gojo.
The man in front of you scoffs, “You’re not fucked that dumb yet, use your words.” He instructs.
“Y-Yes, Satoru,” You’re choking on your own drool at this point, feeling Geto’s fat cock plow into you so methodically that you were getting drunker and drunker with each thrust.
Especially with the way he pulls you back just to sear his words all heavily into the side of your face, “And what are you gonna say while I breed this pretty pussy? Hm?”
They both catch the way you smile in true slutty fashion before babbling a gorgeous moan of, “Thank you.”
“Yeahh?” Gojo purrs, slithering himself closer and leaving you completely sandwiched between both of their hot bodies. Geto’s cock was throbbing inside of you and you think your entire frame twitches when you feel Gojo’s dick slide up against your clit before he whispers to you. “And what about me sweetheart?” Then his hands are on your hips.
You pry yourself out of Geto’s grip on your neck just enough to let your lips go crashing into Gojo’s. Almost on cue with that, you feel the slobbering head of his cock sloshing all over your clit, leaving you whining all into his mouth. Then there’s lips at your neck and Geto’s humping against your ass, mushroom tip french-kissing your sweet spot with raw heat before he’s spilling ropes and ropes of creamy cum into you.
You’re moaning too much to keep up with Gojo’s needy kisses so he just slips his lips over to your cheeks and starts licking the tears of pleasure off of your face with a smile on his own. Your moans slowly fade into broken gasps with the way you feel one cock stuffing you full and the other smacking against your clit all meanly.
That only lasts for a few more seconds until Gojo’s groaning like some whore against your face and leaving a wet ‘n sticky mess against your folds just as Geto tugs himself out of you. There were disgusting globs of cum between your thighs now and you don’t think you’ve ever been more ruined in your life.
The three of you are sitting there panting all heavily against one another and it was almost like each of you were scared to move for a while. When you finally get the chance to look down, you quickly notice the difference between how much is spilling out of you and how much was left smeared all over your lower abdomen.
Hands are still on you, a pair caressing your hips and running down your spine while the other pair moved to cup your face, lifting you to meet eyes with Gojo.
You couldn’t think straight enough to talk just yet but luckily for you, Geto’s the first to speak from behind you. His mouth is pressing wet kisses along your shoulder and his voice is contrastingly gentle now, “You did s’good for us, gorgeous.”
Then Gojo nodded with that starstruck look in his eyes, “Gotta’ let us clean you up real good now.” He whispers to you.
You just sit there giving him a dazed blink of your lashes and your lack of reply leaves Geto grinning against your skin before uttering, “We promise not to stalk you anymore after this.”
That seems to snap you back into things, just a bit. You completely forgot you were supposed to be getting them back for stalking you and somehow you ended up letting them make a mess of you instead.
Whoops!
Before you can finally work out a reply, Gojo’s moving his hands away from your face and looking off to the side with a snarky little scoff leaving his lips. “Who’s we?”