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┃𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ Your pervy roommates that secretly jerk off to you^^

Living with Gojo and Geto was supposed to be convenient. Cheap rent, close to campus, and two roommates who were actually clean (mostly). What you didn’t know when you moved in three months ago was just how shameless they both were.

Especially when it came to you.

It was a Thursday night. You’d just gotten back from a long shift at the café, feet aching, hair messy, and your tight black work shirt still clinging to your chest from the heat. You didn’t think twice about kicking off your shoes and groaning loudly as you stretched in the living room.

“God, I’m so fucking done,” you muttered, peeling off your apron and tossing it on the couch.

From the hallway, Gojo and Geto were both watching.

Gojo was leaning against his bedroom doorframe, arms crossed, that usual lazy grin on his face. Geto stood beside him, arms folded, dark eyes half-lidded as they both drank in the sight of you arching your back, the way your shirt rode up and showed a strip of soft skin.

“Rough day, princess?” Gojo called out, voice casual like he hadn’t been staring at your tits the entire time.

“Yeah… I need a shower,” you sighed, completely unaware. “You guys ordering food later?”

“Already did,” Geto replied smoothly, his voice low. “We’ll save you some.”

You gave them a tired but grateful smile and headed straight for the bathroom, already unbuttoning your shirt on the way. The door clicked shut behind you.

The second they heard the shower turn on, both of them moved.

Gojo was the first one into his room, but he left the door cracked. Geto followed right after, closing his own door but not all the way. They could still hear the water running, the faint sound of you humming under the spray.

“Fuck… did you see her today?” Gojo groaned quietly, already palming himself through his sweatpants as he dropped onto his bed. “That shirt was so tight. Her tits looked amazing.”

Geto let out a low chuckle, leaning back against the wall near the door so he could still hear the bathroom. “She bent over to grab her bag earlier. Ass looked so fucking good in those jeans. I wanted to grab her right there.”

They’d done this before. Many times.

Gojo shoved his sweatpants down, his long, pretty cock already hard and leaking. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly, eyes half-closed.

“Bet she’s soaping up those pretty tits right now,” he murmured, voice breathy. “All wet and soapy… fuck, I’d kill to walk in there and press her against the glass.”

Geto was already touching himself too, hand moving lazily inside his loose pants as he pictured you. “She’s so innocent about it. Walking around in those tiny sleep shorts every night like we’re not dying to bend her over the kitchen counter.”

Gojo’s hand sped up, the wet sound of him jerking off getting louder. “I stole her panties from the laundry basket yesterday. Still smell like her… jerked off twice with them.”

Geto smirked, finally pulling his own cock out. He was thicker than Gojo, veins prominent as he gave himself a firm stroke. “You’re such a fucking pervert, Satoru.”

“Says the guy who jerked off with her bra last week,” Gojo shot back with a breathy laugh.

They both went quiet for a moment, just the sound of their hands and the distant running water filling the room. Both of them were imagining you — naked, wet, water running down your body, maybe even touching yourself in the shower thinking you were alone.

Gojo groaned louder, thumb rubbing over the head of his cock. “Shit… I want her so bad. Want to hear her moan our names while we ruin her.”

Geto’s breathing was getting heavier. He stroked himself faster, eyes dark with lust. “I’d take her mouth first. She’s got such pretty lips. Bet she’d look so good choking on us.”

“Fuck yes…” Gojo’s hips bucked into his fist. “I’d fuck her from behind while she sucks you off. Fill her up until she’s dripping.”

The bathroom door opened.

You stepped out in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, hair damp, legs still slightly shiny from lotion. You were humming softly, completely oblivious as you walked toward the kitchen.

Both guys froze mid-stroke, hearts pounding, cocks throbbing in their hands as they watched you from the cracked doors.

You bent over to grab a water bottle from the bottom shelf of the fridge, your t-shirt riding up and showing the curve of your ass in those thin panties.

Gojo bit his lip so hard he almost drew blood, stroking himself furiously now. Geto’s hand moved faster too, eyes locked on you.

The moment you disappeared back into your room with the water bottle, they both let go.

“Fuck—!” Gojo came first, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist as he choked back a moan. His whole body jerked with how hard he finished.

Geto followed right after, groaning lowly as he came all over his hand, imagining it was deep inside you instead.

They sat there panting for a minute, messy and satisfied.

Gojo grinned lazily, wiping his hand on a tissue. “We’re so fucked up.”

Geto just smirked, still catching his breath. “She has no idea how badly we want her.”

From your room, they heard you call out, “Guys? Pizza here yet?”

Gojo laughed under his breath and yelled back, voice perfectly normal, “Yeah, coming!”

Geto shook his head, amused. “One day we’re actually gonna snap and fuck her senseless.”

Gojo wiped himself clean and pulled his pants back up, that signature cocky smile returning.

“Can’t wait.”

(Should i make a part 2..?)