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“How did you get the answer to that? Can you help me?” You asked the boy next to you. Math is something you seem to have a bit of trouble with, and the white-haired nerd was like a human calculator at such a young age. It was admirable, while some of the kids thought he was a show-off.
“Oh, uhh, it’s easy,” he says as he connects his desk to yours and slides his paper over. He proceeded to show the steps on three-digit subtractions in a way that was way easier than how the teacher did it. The two of you did the homework together, and you didn’t have to do it when you arrived home.
This became routine for the two of you, and Satoru Gojo molded you into a human calculator quickly. To thank him for helping, you would bring an extra snack from home, and the two of you would sit together every day.
It didn’t take long for you two to start going to each other’s houses. The first time you went to his house, the concept of twins was mind-blowing. There were two Satorus, and you quickly compared the two of them to spot the main difference.
Satoru wore glasses, had a kind smile, and smelled like books. The other Satoru, named Satoshi, never brushed his hair, smelled like grass and dirt, and was born with a smirk that would spread on his face when he was about to cause trouble.
The first time you experienced that smirk, Satoshi snuck up behind his brother and threw a few pieces of ice down the back of his shirt. He yelped and shivered, clearly hating the sudden coldness. The two of them bickered, and it ended with the bad twin laughing and running off to his own room. That night at dinner, you shoved a whole handful of ice (far more than how much Satoru was tortured with) down his back, making him squirm and complain about how cold it was.
“What’s your problem?!” Satoshi snapped.
“Payback for being mean to Satoru,” You sneered down at him before walking back to your seat.
“He’s my brother! I can do whatever I want!”
“And he’s my best friend!” You stuck your tongue out.
Satoru snickered and shoved a piece of chicken into his mouth. Unfortunately, their parents made Satoshi, and you clean up the ice. The two of you bickered the whole time.
Ever since that day, that dickhead of a twin and you had it out for each other.
In the fifth grade, you had to switch classes to be with Satoru within the first two weeks. Satoshi and you got put into the same class, and he had the audacity to groan so loud while leaning back on the seat’s two back legs the moment you walked in. You warned him not sit on his chair like that or else he would fall. He brushed you off and said, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
That Friday, like it was every fucking day for two weeks, Satoshi would groan so loud and would tell you some rude shit. You had had enough. You walked towards the teacher’s desk, but on the way, you kicked the two back legs and caused the bad twin to fall backwards, clattering to the floor.
“Told you to stop sitting like that,” You smirked.
He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down onto the floor out of pure anger. Your sneaker connected with his face, making his lip bleed, and the two of you were now fighting each other on the floor. He barked out, “You’re such a bitch!” and you pulled his hair really hard. The teacher had to call in a male staff member to help break up the fight.
The two of you got suspended for two weeks, and you transferred over to Satoru’s class. The staff hoped that would be the end of it, but it ended up being a common occurrence for the two of you to start fighting each other.
High school wasn’t any better. Satoshi became more of a troublemaker, but due to him being the star athlete of the school, and you and Satoru reigning in the academics, there was far more pettiness and snide remarks than usual. Though the two of you haven’t physically fought each other, once the twins hit a growth spurt. It was like Satoshi finally grew a brain on how to treat girls.
Satoru and you were inseparable. He helped you grow in academics, and you helped him to build far more confidence. Anywhere one went, the other followed. In Sophomore year, a senior was hitting on you and wouldn’t take no for an answer. You flat-out told the dude you weren’t interested in, but he tried to make excuses for you.
Your best friend saw what was going on, wrapping his arm over your shoulders (he was already 6 '0 at this point and looking down at the senior), and asked if there was some kind of problem. The senior was quick to back off, saying he didn’t want to cause any trouble, and walked off.
“Are you okay?” Satoru asked, looking down at you.
“Yeah. Thanks, ‘Toru,” You smiled up at him.
His cheeks dusted pink, and he guided you to AP History with his arm still over your shoulder.
The Gojo parents wanted to attend all the games Satoshi had. Satoru had no interest in sports, but they insisted he had to be a supportive brother and attend some of his games. Even when you two were studying in his room for a test, you got dragged as well and had to sit in the stands of his soccer games during the Fall/Spring season, and his hockey games during the Winter.
You will admit that Satoshi deserves his spot as captain in both sports. He was that good, and he grew a little fanbase with the girls in school, and he lowkey took advantage of that. It didn’t take long for him to start hopping from girl to girl without being official with any of them.
“What happened to that one girl? The one with dark brown hair?”
“Who??” Satoshi raises an eyebrow, genuinely not remembering who.
When it was time to apply for university, all three of you applied to the same school. You and Satoru applied to the same schools, while Satoshi mainly applied to ones with the best sports teams so he can go pro after graduation.
All three of you got into the same school. All three of you got scholarships, full-ride.
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“Have you declared your major yet?” Satoru asks with a low voice, flipping to the next page in his textbook. He was sitting across from you in the library.
“Not yet. I’m having a hard time deciding between Biomedical Engineering and Environmental Sciences. I got time,” You thought, tapping your pencil to your chin. “Why do you ask?”
“Because Satoshi is still undeclared and hasn’t given it any thought. Dad is giving me grief and telling me to help that dumbass in case he doesn’t go pro.”
There was another semester left before junior year. Satoru declared his major in his first semester and already started on some courses. You were a bit envious, but he never once thought of you any differently because of it. He’s been super supportive and helpful about this. Far more lenient yet hands-on with you compared to how he’s had to be with Satoshi (from the stories you’ve heard just now).
“Just give up on it. He’s been a lost cause since I met him.” You shoo your hand, dismissing the bad twin entirely despite not being in the same room.
“It’s just a backup option for him,” Satoru says, resting his hand on his cheek, annoyance in his tone.
“Tell him to get into sports management if he wants to stick with that stuff in case he doesn’t go pro.”
Satoru thinks about it and nods. He picks up his phone to text his brother about that option. His phone vibrates, letting him know his brother responded. It was a thumbs-up attached to the text. He scoffs and places his phone down, going back to studying.
Some time passes until you groan, feeling like your brain is going to fry from the amount of studying and lack of food. The two of you agree to call it a day, pack your stuff, and head out of the library.
The dining hall wasn’t as busy as you were expecting, but it wasn’t really quiet either. On the far side, where there were tables that held multiple people at once, it was so fucking loud with people laughing and talking. Turning your head, Satoshi had his arm over a girl and was talking with his buddies or teammates or whatever. The two of you locked eyes for a moment before you turned your head once he smirked at you.
Asshole.
Satoru eyed down his brother before turning his attention to you. Even from his own twin brother, he wants to protect you. The growth spurt he had, along with how lean and toned he had gotten, he has taken the opportunity to defend you whenever he could. He’s gotten into physical fights during their teenage years whenever Satoshi would badmouth you or talk about how you grew into your curves. It was disgusting to hear, and you were never informed about the words said. Only that they went at it with each other.
Food was served on your plates, and as you walked by the players (?), your eyes went straight to the way his seat was on its two back legs. As if a reflex, you kicked the back of the chair. You honestly didn’t think it would work, with how much bigger the frat boy had gotten, but satisfaction and pride coursed through your veins as the white-haired athlete fell backwards.
Satoru pointed and laughed, and some of the players were dogging Satoshi’s ass for letting a girl do that to him. The girl who was there showed concern for the guy, snapping at you and Satoru for being so immature.
Satoshi’s eyes glared up at you, his nose scrunched up in irritation. You looked down at him with a smirk and sent him a flirty wave that rubbed salt in the wound.
“I thought you’d learned your lesson all those years ago. Guess not,” You shrug with an eyeroll and a condescending smile.
“With that attitude, you clearly don’t get dicked down enough,” Satoshi spat through his teeth, keeping his cocky demeanor. “Is my older brother not doing enough for you?”
Satoru was now glaring daggers down at his brother, the room going a bit cold beside you. His knuckles turned white on the plate he was holding. The relationship between them is fine, but it feels more strained than that of usual siblings. He held back the urge to throw his plate of food at Satoshi and tackle him as he started to get himself off the floor.
“Seems you can’t keep a girl to stay for long. Worry about your own dick before you mention Satoru’s.” And with that, you turned on your heel and dragged your best friend to the other side of the room, covered by a wall so the three of you could no longer interact.
Satoshi settled himself back in his seat and slung his jacket over his waist, crossing his arms with a huff. The girl tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, cooing in his ear as she asked if he was okay.
“I’m good,” Satoshi reassured, but it was sort of clipped. He adjusted himself in his seat, trying to get his boner to die down.
Stupid bitch…
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It wasn’t allowed, but you stayed the night in Satoru’s dorm room. Midterms were coming up, and the two of you shared three classes. Testing each other, correcting and relearning material, and the stupid amount of snacks that Satou had spread out on his bed. His dorm was clean and tidy, like it usually was growing up. Thankfully, he didn’t have a roommate either.
The interaction in the dining hall had been ruminating in his brain despite having happened two weeks ago. He’s had a harder time paying attention to the material because of… well, you. You could have said the two of you weren’t fucking. You could have defended yourself by admitting you don’t sleep around. You could have even pulled the “ew, he’s like a brother to me” type of degradation, but you didn’t.
Satoru had been thinking more about what you didn’t say to Satoshi rather than what you did say, because to him, that gave more away into how you possibly view him.
The two of you have amazing communication and have been able to tell if something is off with the other. Something like this? He hasn’t been able to ask you about it.
What if I’m overthinking all of this? Is there any possibility of us being together? If we do, would it ruin our friendship?
Satoru has pondered what it would be like to date you. The only reason he has pursued anything with you is solely that if there is any risk of losing you after a breakup, he would rather stay friends and not take the risk. Things probably wouldn’t be different except for the usual couple thing with the kissing and the dates and the fuck-.
“‘Toru?” Your voice cuts through his thoughts, waving a hand in his face.
Satoru blinks, then turns his gaze to you, taking in how pretty you always were, even as kids.
“Hm?”
“You good? Do you need a break?” You asked, eyes soft with concern.
Better late than never to ask.
“Why didn’t you deny to Satoshi that we’re not a thing?” Satoru asks, voice cracking slightly from having to force the question out.
You put your pencil down and leaned back on the wall, hanging your legs off the side of the bed. “Didn’t see a point in it, I guess. I wanted to take a jab at him more than defend our relationship. Is that what you’ve been thinking about for the past two weeks?”
Satoru nodded and pushed his glasses up as they slightly slid down, but you knew that wasn’t the only thing weighing. You nudge your foot against his, giving him a subtle keep talking look. It’s silent for a bit before he groans, more so to himself than you.
“Would you ever…y’know…be open to doing it?” Satoru’s cheeks dust pink, and he rubs the back of his neck to ground himself. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, though. He couldn’t. Not when he saw the way you stilled and shifted your eyes to the side, thinking over his words.
You breathed out through your nose and bit your bottom lip.
“I won’t deny that I have thought about it. We’re not very experienced in this sort of thing, but if it’s with you…I would like my best friend to be my tutor in new ways.”
You lock eyes with the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever laid your eyes on. Satoru’s eyes were slightly lighter in hue, which made them appear much brighter, like a sparkling sky. The tension in the room made both of you swallow to breathe. There was never a shy bone in your bodies, but now it seems to be dragging through the bone marrow.
Satoru reached over and grabbed your legs. He pulls your legs towards him, causing your body to turn towards your best friend. Catching yourself on your elbows, Satoru was hovering over you and looking down at you from under him. Your heart was beating out of your chest, your face was growing warm, and your eyes were becoming half-lidded.
Satoru’s pupils grew, and he leaned down, his face a mere inch away from yours. Warm breaths mingled, and the nerd adjusted his hand that kept him up as the other hand spread your thighs to get closer to you.
“Can I kiss you?” Satoru asks in a soft yet desperate breath.
You nod, and a soft pair of lips presses against yours. Warm, gentle, and strawberry-flavored. The sweetness from the candy was heavily evident, and the sugary goodness made this kiss extra addictive. You two already had your first kisses (unfortunately, not with each other), but he was by far the best kisser you’ve experienced.
His lips opened a bit more, deepening the kiss and moving his free hand to caress your cheek. You tilt your head and slide one hand up to his undercut. Satoru breathes out at the sensitivity of his neck, and his hand on your cheek traces down your jaw. He squeezes, and your jaw unhinges lightly as he slides his tongue in your mouth.
Sweet shivers go through to your chest and drip down to your core. Your fingers tangle into soft white hair as your tongues dance together, and Satoru breathed out a soft groan. A string of saliva connected your lips when you pulled away to catch your breath, but your best friend didn’t want to stop.
His lips crashed back into yours, and you wrapped your arms over his neck. Your back pressed against the mattress as your head rested at the foot of his bed. The hand in his hair tightened as the makeout became more passionate.
Satoru pushed all the study material that littered the bed straight onto the floor. He adjusted your body so that you could spread underneath him better, slotting a leg between your legs. Your clothed cunt pressed against his thigh, causing a moan to escape your lips, and having Satoru swallow it down his throat. His pants grew tighter from each sweet sound he was able to pull out of you by pressing his thigh more, allowing you to grind for friction, and helping by moving his thigh in the opposite direction. His boner is growing more and more, his mind spinning from how good you feel.
The white-haired nerd pulled away from the kiss and started trailing his lips to your jaw all the way down to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses down to a spot behind your ear that made you breathe out and shudder in pleasure.
Found it.
“You like it here?” Satoru cooed, his voice low yet gentle.
Your tummy squeezed out more heat and shot straight down to your core. This side of Satoru was something you’ve never heard from your best friend before, and you knew no one else had ever gotten to experience. The only thing you could do was nod as your hips bucked up towards him.
“Didn’t think my best friend was so sensitive over here. Where else can I pull more beautiful sounds out of you?” Satoru purred, a smirk in his voice.
Slowly, Satoru undressed you as his lips continued to leave kisses, marks, and hickeys in any place he knew someone would be able to see. That if you were ever to be taken to someone else’s bed, they can see that you were already claimed. Your hands roamed into his hair until he made it to your chest, and he grabbed your wrists, pinning them beside your head as his lips and tongue did their magic on you. Right where your heart is located, hickeys in the shape of an ‘S’ were bruised there. Once he finished, the warm, wet muscle licked over it, tracing his creation.
“Keep it there. Let people know your best friend has claimed such a beautiful person. Fuuuck…”
With a nod, looking up at him, your humping had stopped for some time. His eyes, blown and glazed over, took in every little freckle, mole, scar, curve, and movement on your body. You are the most beautiful creation to ever be made by science, by the universe, by God Himself (despite him not believing in any religion).
Satoru’s eyes trailed down to your pants, which seemed to be getting in the way of him being able to explore more. Fuck the cosmos, fuck the planets, fuck the stars, fuck everything else that has and may never be discovered. None of that matters to him in this moment. This is where he wants to get lost in, between your thighs in any way possible, not a black hole that won’t give him the satisfaction of tearing him apart from the pressure and pull in different directions. Only you can do that to him.
“May I?” Satoru hooks a finger into your waistband, sliding it between your skin and the fabric.
“Please…’Toru…” You breathe out, needing more of him.
Unfortunately for you, Satoru took his sweet fucking time. You wanted him inside of you right now, feeling him stretch you out wide and having him bottom out. The way he studies–deliberate, patient, thorough–is the exact same way he’s treating you right now. As he pulls your pants off, his lips follow behind with kiss after kiss. Even down to your feet, he placed gentle kisses as if savoring every centimeter of you.
Clad in only your black panties, Satoru was still fully clothed. Your hands darted up to tug his shirt off, lifting your upper body to help while he was on his knees, towering over you. He takes his shirt off, and your eyes instantly roam his body. He wasn’t built by any means like his twin brother obviously is, but he still had a good amount of something on him. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times, but it was different now. You’ve never given much thought to your best friend placing his physique against your skin in this type of context. You’ve hugged in bathing suits and attacked each other in the water, but nothing like this.
“Like what you see?” Satoru smirks, placing a hand on your chin.
“Of course I do, but now I want a taste.” You lick your lips and start pressing kisses to his chest. Same as him, but more flirty, more teasing. Your tongue roamed over his nipples as you looked up at him with equally blown out pupils, your need for him evident in the way you touch and kiss his body.
Hickeys of your initial placed into the lower crook of his neck and collarbone, darker than the ones he placed over your heart. Pulling away, lips plump and swollen, yours are now clashing as your hands roam each other’s bodies. So warm, so soft, so addicting.
Satoru swept his arms behind you and picked up your body to rest your head on the pillows. It surprised you that he could pick you up with ease, and it made you giggle into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his smile against your lips as well. You continue making out as your hand glides down to the bulge that wants to be free from the tight restraints of dark blue jeans. Your hands unbutton and unzip his pants, ready to pull them off, but your best friend stops you.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Satoru asks, voice soft with something weighing on his mind. “I don’t want to lose you if we do this.”
“You’ll never lose me, Satoru. We’re stuck together until we take our final breaths,” You reassure, your heart taking full control of your vocal cords.
Satoru’s breath hitches as your words settle deep inside of him. Your eyes added to the confirmation that you two wanted each other. It also helped to know that, no matter what, the two of you will always be together. The label of your relationship could never change or break the bond you have with each other. You place a hand on his cheek and caress it with your thumb. He places his hand over yours as you guide him down to kiss him again.
The hand that was previously placed on his bulge had now snaked into his pants. Your hand wrapped around his cock, and both of you groaned for different reasons. For him, it felt good, obviously. For you, he was big in your hand, a groan of surprise. You pulled his cock out while he pulled his pants down. When you two pulled apart from the kiss, your eyes went straight down to get a good look at what your best friend was packing.
Using your thumb to subtly measure his length, you counted eight and a half inches. His reddened tip wept with pre-cum and slapped up against his abdomen when you let go. Satoru swallowed and breathed out, his eyes half-lidded at the exposure, and his face blushed a rosy pink from how hot and tingly his body was feeling.
The nerd wasn’t ready to put it in yet. It was immoral and disrespectful not put you first. He needed to learn more about you before he allowed his dick to take control of his entire being. The second you started to reach for his length, he gently slapped your hand away, in a way that was typical between you two every time you would reach for each other’s snacks. You pouted up at him with a bit of an annoyed look.
Satoru lowered himself to press kisses from your naval down to your black panties. His mouth hovered over your clothed cunt and pressed a kiss. Lying flat on his stomach, he wraps his arms around your thighs to continue kissing, occasionally licking at the soft cotton that was starting to seep wet with your slick and his spit. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you moaned softly in pleasure.
More, more, more. I need more. You both thought.
At the same time, you both reached for your panties to tear them off, and the two of you shared a laugh at how your minds are in sync.
“And here I thought twins are supposed to have telepathy and be on the same wavelength,” You joked, lifting your hips lightly.
“I’m the one who took all the brain power. You know that,” Satoru joked back, tossing your panties off to the side.
The room filled with more laughter, and Satoru couldn’t help but look at you with so much love. The lust was still there, but it really amplified in him to take his time with you. To give you all the pleasure in the world. To make you feel good, even at the expense of neglecting himself, even though he knows he would cum just by touching you.
His eyes locked on your glistening pussy and pressed a kiss to your clit. One of his hands wiggles on your thigh, silently asking to hold your hand, and you happily hand it to him. Not intertwining fingers, but held in a way that his thumb rubs over your knuckles.
“Tell me if it’s too much, my love,” Satoru squeezes your hands gently, and you promise to tell him.
The diagrams from anatomy class swirled in his mind as the nerd took in the places he knew served you pleasure. He latches his lips onto your clit and flicks his tongue over your clit, the press of your pelvis pushing his glasses into the bridge of his nose.
Sweet, like clementines.
Your slick was nothing like he’s ever had before. No snack, sweet, or dessert compares to you. He groans into your pussy as his tongue circles your clit, gripping onto your thighs a little tighter. The hand in his hair tightened as your moans filled the dorm room. He whimpered and fluttered his eyes shut, taking in every little thing about you, and finding he really enjoys his hair being pulled.
Satoru’s tongue dipped into your fluttering hole, swallowing up your saccharine slick. He swears he’s in Heaven right now. His hips rutted into the mattress, and his cock ground against the sheets to chase his friction, but he was discreet about it. It was more like he wasn’t aware that he was doing it.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned out, arching your back as you felt his tongue travel right back up to your clit and swirling it around to the point you couldn’t pinpoint what he was doing.
There was no felt pattern in the way he was eating you out. Satoru’s mind was taking in all kinds of information about how your body reacts to every action he’s taken to satisfy, please, and love you. Every new way he maneuvers his tongue is another note written out on this endless amount of knowledge and memories of you.
Satoru slid a finger inside of you, feeling the way your hot walls felt for the first time on his digit. Instant searching for your G-spot, more sensitive spots, and ways to give you the right amount of pleasure. His finger went deeper until he found your cervix, pressing on it and flicking up. You squirmed, and the noise that left your lips wasn’t of pleasure. No, no, no, it was painful, and the nerd felt bad.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Satoru asked, stopping his movements instantly.
“It’s o-okay,” You huffed out, finally catching a breath. “Just- Just don’t do it like that.”
Satoru nods and goes back to your clit, like he was pulled away from your cunt for too long. Your moans returned to pleasure. From the way you moan, to the way your face would twitch in something you didn’t particularly enjoy, to the way you gripped his hair, and even down to the way your eyes shifted and slight changes in your breathing. He was able to pinpoint all your sweet spots inside, sliding another finger in, and a third.
Your walls fluttered around his fingers, and your thighs twitched beside his head. Praise rolled off your tongue to your best friend, telling him how good he was making you feel, biting your lip, and holding your breath until your body tensed. His mind went into analyzing more of what was happening with your body.
“‘Toru! Ngh..! I-I think I’m gonna-…” You moaned out, babbling on while the coil in your lower abdomen was about to snap.
“All over me, my love. Cum on my tongue,” Satoru pulled his fingers out and focused solely on your clit, making sure to lock your thighs to prevent you from squirming too much.
Your moans were high-pitched, and your back arched off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you in hot waves. Satoru’s arm snaked over your hips and pinned you down, pulling you closer to his face as your thighs closed down on the sides of his head. He couldn’t breathe, and his glasses pressed into his face uncomfortably, but he did not give a fuck. None of that mattered.
Oh god, I’m not gonna be able to-.
With another tug on his hair, a groan deep in his chest echoed in the room as his hips stuttered. Hot white flashes spike all of his nerves as his own orgasm washes over him, creamy ropes of cum being humped into the bedsheets. He took the opportunity to learn how to draw out your orgasm without overstimulating you or cutting it short.
Satoru’s movements slowed down to a stop before unlatching himself from your wet cunt, peppering you in kisses all the way from there to your face. A fucked-out expression, glossy eyes, blown pupils, and trying to understand what planet you’re even on, the gentle caress of your best friend’s fingers tracing your features made you melt into him. The overwhelming feeling of vulnerability bubbled up as your bottom lip trembled and tears pricked at your eyes.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Satoru’s voice switched to concern with a small smile on his face. His thumbs wiped away the tears that slipped out from the outer corners of your eyes.
“Hold me…” You sniffled as your arms reached up to him.
Satoru chuckled and held you close in his arms, pressing kisses where he could while your face was hiding in the crook of his neck. He comforted you while you were coming down from your first high.
You’ve read plenty of smut, but none of them ever mentioned crying after the fact. There was dacryphilia, but that was not the same as this. Satoru’s skin against yours is a brand new comfort that you’ve never experienced, and it made the tears fall more. All you could do was melt into him.
“I’m here,” Satoru cooed, pressing another gentle kiss. “I must have given you a pretty good one.”
You chuckle and slightly slap his shoulder blade. He pressed his entire body weight on you, and the air in your lungs was restricted, but not unwelcome. The emotions settled down, and you finally got a grip on yourself.
“I still want you inside of me,” You whisper in his ear, licking the shell of his ear.
Satoru’s shoulders rolled forward as he lifted himself to look at you. He was about to ask if you were sure about continuing, but the look in your eyes says it all. The way your hands roamed over him, the teeth biting down on your bottom lip, and the way your legs spread enough for him to get a better look at your dripping pussy. The last bit of clothing was taken off of himself, and he placed a hand on your waist.
His cock was already hard again (not that it fully went soft after his orgasm), and his pretty pink tip had a bit of cum already beading. You reached your hand down to swipe up white liquid and sucked it off your finger. Satoru groaned at the sight and shook his head, his white hair falling over his face.
Aligning himself, but not yet pushing in, Satoru removed his glasses and clasped them closed, resting them on the nightstand. His eyes roamed over your body, and there was nothing but love in his mind and eyes. He wanted all of you, even if you were to stop now and rewind to twenty minutes ago, he would still want you.
“Give me your hands,” You say, doing the grabby hands towards his.
Pale hands happily traveled up to yours, and you interlocked your fingers with his. Your arms rested beside your hand, your legs wrapped around his waist, and the heels of your feet pressed into the flesh of his ass to start guiding him in. His tip slipped in, and the two of you shivered at the feeling.
Inch by inch, his cock stretched you out deliciously. It was a bit painful, but you pushed through as you held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut. Satoru, bless him, felt so guilty for hurting you again tonight. He stopped once he was halfway in to check in on you. He wanted to touch your face, but you didn’t want to let go of his hands. You didn’t allow him.
Also, he was about to cum if he were to push in another centimeter. He had to shake his head like a dog to get some sort of self-control so as not ruin the moment. Your walls squeezed around him, and he hissed.
“Fuckfuckfuck– Please don’t do that- ahh shit…” Satoru pleaded, wanting to hold your body in place for you to actually stop moving.
“What? This?” You tightened your walls around his length once the pain had subsided, and the next thing you felt was hot ropes filling you up.
Your mouth dropped with a surprised smile formed on your lips, watching your best friend shudder as his second orgasm shoots through his nerves and into you. His hands tightened on yours when he heard you snicker. He picks his head up to look at you dead in the eyes, his jaw clenched, and the slight sweat on his forehead causing his hair to stick.
“You think this is funny?” Satoru’s voice drops.
The smile on your face drops, and you shut your mouth. In return, something of a feral smirk grew on Satoru’s face, and it was something you’ve never seen before.
I’m so fucked.
More inches filled inside of you, and you squirmed to get away from it, clearly not used to the feeling. The white-haired nerd let go of your hands, but only to pin them above your head with one hand while the other places your legs on his shoulders. Deeper, meaner, fuller. When he finally bottomed out, you were folded in half into a mating press, knees pressed to your chest.
Satoru didn’t move. He was savoring the feeling of your hot, wet walls wrapped around him completely. His tip pressed into your cervix, which wasn’t the most comfortable feeling. You were dizzy from how full you felt, and how his dick twitched inside of you.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Satoru breathed out, traveling his hand down from your ankle to your tummy. “Please don’t leave me, either. Don’t run from this, my love.”
All you could do was squirm at his words, batting your eyes up at him to adjust to the amount of new sensations you were exposing yourself to. Especially with your best friend. Satoru pulled out before thrusting back into you. You moaned out, and your hands twitched as the urge grab onto the man above you coursed through you.
“You’re so beautiful. God, you are perfect. I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” Satoru’s words spilling out of him. His cock continued to thrust deep into you. He lets go of your hands as both of his hands rest on your cheeks, then leans down to kiss you passionately. Two tongues danced together, and you placed your hands on top of his. Faces flushed, skin sensitive and shiny, hearts beating as one, years of deep-seated connection etching deeper into a new territory that’s worth exploring and going into together.
Satoru wouldn’t want this with anyone else. Neither would you.
His thrusts picked up speed as did his babbling against your lips. The nerd was so pussydrunk that nothing else seemed to exist except you. Your moans picked up in volume and pitch, and it egged him on to continue pleasuring you. One of his hands removed from your cheek and snaked down to your clit where he rubbed circles. You moved your hand to his cheek and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your walls clamped around him length at the double stimulation and made your eyes roll back for a sec behind your eyelids.
Satoru pulled away from the kiss to remove your ankles from his shoulders and spread you wide. Again, no matter the position, you are the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on. No one else could compare, and no one else will ever have him. No one else will ever have you without him present. His eyes gazed lower to see the white ring around his cock, and he got harder from the sight. The way your cunt was split open and taking every inch of him made his head spin with want.
He leaned over you and unhinged your jaw with his hand. He murmured for you to open, and you did, sticking your tongue out lightly. A trickle of spit landed on your tongue, and you happily swallowed it. The coil in his lower abdomen was about ready to snap at the sight, but he held himself back.
“I want to cum with you, my love,” Satoru said, breathy yet primal.
“Me too- ngh!” You gripped onto the sheets when Satoru started slamming into you.
His tip kept hitting your cervix over and over, but it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It was pleasurable now, and it made you wrap your legs around his waist while his hands held onto your waist. “Don’t sto–op, ‘Toru!”
Your melty walls clamped down on his cock, and your back arched off the mattress. High-pitched moans mixed with a guttural moan. Satoru lowered himself when your arms reached up for him to pull him into your embrace as he continued to fuck you. Without thinking, you bit down on his shoulder and wrapped one arm around his back as your nails dug into his skin, while the other snaked into his hair and grabbed onto it. Both of your orgasms arrived at the same time, and-
“Ohhh fuuuck pleasemarrymeohfuck, my love,” Satoru word-vomitted as he came deep inside of you.
Skin glistening with sweat, the dorm room smelling of musk and sex, and the high you two were riding made it all the better. Pulse rapid and the sound of blood rushing along with the quick, heavy breathing mingling together onto each other’s skins.
Your hands pulled Satoru to look at him, and it was your turn to pepper his face with kisses. He chuckled, and you didn’t want to stop kissing him, fucking him, loving him. You wiped the sweat from his forehead and pulled his hair back with your hand before placing a bunch of kisses there. His face was flushed pink, expression fucked-out yet in love, and a goofy smile on his face as he cherished every little kiss you gave him.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, right?” Satoru panted, wanting to make sure you were okay before anything else.
“I’m more than okay,” You reassured, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Also, I’d rather you propose to me properly than like this.”
Satoru chuckled and nodded when pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind for next time.”
It took a couple of minutes, but Satoru finally pulled out of you, and you whined at the empty feeling. He looked down to see his seed and your slick trickling down to your ass, and he dipped his head to clean you up with his tongue. You flinched from how sensitive you were feeling. Satoru apologized, slowing down his lapping.
“We could just haaa shower, y’know?” You breathe out, resting a hand on Satoru’s head.
“You’ll shower with me?” Satoru smiled with excitement. Not like a dog, but more of a cat that loves to brush against their own while their tail is in a hook shape. You nod, and you are then being dragged off the bed and carried to the bathroom. Let’s just say that wasn’t the last time you two fucked for the night.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
There was no chance you and Satoru were going to possibly still act like best friends while fucking, right? Wrong. The relationship between you two had become much deeper. You two were already inseparable, but it’s gotten so much worse. Study sessions got cut short to take Satoru down your throat or to continue to learn each other’s bodies or ride your best friend until your thighs burn. The hickeys you two sucked into each other the first time you had sex were still there due to you two retouching them.
Satoshi noticed it on Satoru one day when the collar of his sweater hung a bit too low, exposing a bit of this dark red spot.
“Finally got your dick wet! Good for you, man!” Satoshi slapped Satoru’s back and shook his shoulders.
Satoru rolled his eyes, and he had to shift his legs to try to stop his boner from making its presence known. He was tempted to whip out his phone and call you to meet at his dorm, but you were in class right now. The two of you were official without having to say you were outloud to each other. Nothing much has changed, but it felt like everything changed for the better. The nerd wasn’t going to complain once about it. He’s been missing out on more of you, and now he wants to continue to shove as much of you into his mind.
“Who’s the poor girl that took your virginity?” Satoshi asked a bit too loudly.
“Shush! Keep your voice down, dude,” Satoru hissed.
“Sorry, I thought you were going to die a virgin,” Satoshi chuckled, lowering his tone. “But really? Who?”
Satoru looked at his brother, who wrapped an arm over his shoulder and pulled him in. Their eyes locked, and the nerd tightened his lips once the frat’s face dropped in realization. Satoshi congratulated his twin and ruffled his hair. He hooked his finger to look at the cluster of hickeys to see your initial, and then, seeing the fucking bite marks, more hickeys, and even the start of nail scratches that went down his back.
“Are you sure you’re not fucking an animal?” Satoshi blinked with a jokey tone.
Satoru smacked his hand away and covered himself up. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
“We gotta celebrate this milestone. Tomorrow night, Alpha Sigma Phi is hosting a party, and I can get you and your girl in for free. Get drunk as shit, and then go back with her to your dorm to try out drunk sex,” Satoshi said in a low voice to his brother.
“One, I’m not one for parties, and you know that. Two, I’m not going to sleep with my best friend while intoxicated,” Satoru pouts at his brother’s words.
“Think it over– The party, I mean. Please?” Satoshi rubs his twin’s shoulder, and that gets a defeated sigh out of Satoru.
“Fine. I’ll text you our answer tonight.”
Satoru excuses himself, saying he has an assignment due soon and would like to get it done before you arrive at his dorm later. Once the nerd was out of sight, Satoshi rubbed the back of his neck and shifted his gaze to the floor. He huffed out a breath and scuffed his sneaker against the floor.
Don’t get him wrong. He’s very happy for his brother, and he knows that you two are meant to be, but he can’t help but feel a bit envious. He’ll still be able to see you, and maybe his person will come around some day, but that’s not something he wants to focus on right now. Nah, not when there are so many pretty girls he can get around with during this time of his life.
Later that night, Satoshi received a text from Satoru.
Nerdjo: We’ll be attending tomorrow night.
Fratjo: bet! 10pm tmrw!
A few other details about the dress code were super brief. Satoshi put his phone down and thought about what you were going to show up in.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
The frat house was loud with music from the outside. The disgusted look on Satoru’s face made you squeeze his hand. He looks at you, and it softens but doesn’t change that much. It was a little bit past 10 pm, but it seemed this party had been going for a little longer than that.
“I want to go back to the dorm and get takeout,” Satoru pouts at you. “Aaaand some other things, too. I wouldn’t mind licking sweet and sour sauce off of you.”
“We’ll only be here for an hour. I’ll reward you if you can last that long.” You wink at him, and his demeanor changes from a fussy toddler to a man on a mission.
“I’m picking the reward,” Satoru says as he pulls your hand to drag the two of you into the frat house.
It had only been ten minutes of being here, and Satoru was regretting every second. It smelled like too much fragrance and sweat, it was so messy from the amount of scattered Solo cups, and there was too much fucking noise that he couldn’t even hear himself think. You had walked off to get something to drink. Satoru didn’t want any alcohol, and you wanted a little something. It’s been a little too long for his liking that you were gone.
While he was searching for you, Satoshi found you in the kitchen and lightly kicked your ankle with the side of his sneaker. You turned to look at him, and your nose was up in the air with your face now turning in the opposite direction.
“That’s no way to treat someone who got you in for free,” Satoshi smirked, leaning in to make sure you hear him better.
“All because you want to praise my best friend for losing his virginity,” You rolled your eyes as you raised your voice so he could hear you as well. “Besides, where’s your little girlfriend at?”
“Who? Oh, you meant that girl. Somewhere, but she’s not my girlfriend,” Satoshi shrugged.
The dress you wore was a black long sleeve with a V-cut that hung too low. The length went down to your mid-thighs and was almost skin-tight, but allowed room to move your legs without your thighs being stuck together. Peaking out of the cut, Satoru’s initial, along with other hickeys, littered the opening. You had far more than Satoru did, and Satoshi couldn’t peel his eyes away.
“Her eyes are up here.”
A hand grabs white hair and yanks it up to look at your face. The frat boy's face twisted into pain as he clenched his teeth with a tight groan. Your eyes drift to find Satoru standing behind his twin brother, faces nearly side by side. Identical, but so different.
“Let him stare, ‘Toru. I like showing this off,” You smile as you move the fabric to the side to expose the ‘S’ hickey.
Satoru let go, but not without shoving Satoshi’s head in the process. Your best friend walked over to your side and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and resting his head on your chin. You lifted the soda can up to his lips for him to take a sip, and he leaned in to accept it. Once he finished, you moved the can over to your other hand and rested your hand on Satoru’s cheek.
Satoshi had seen his brother in similar states, but not like this. The physical altercations and the verbal arguments when it came to you were enough of a glimpse for him to know how deep Satoru’s feelings for you ran. Seeing the way you have his brother wrapped around your finger, the dress, the marks on your body, it was affecting him.
His pants started to grow tight, and it wouldn’t be ideal for him to leave, or else he would look like a wimp after being manhandled. Instead, he leans against the kitchen counter to conceal himself. Satoru notices immediately and knows what’s going on. He eyes the frat boy up and down and tightens his arms around your waist.
Satoru knows his brother too well. When his brother actually has a crush on someone, he defects and has to talk down about the poor girl in order to never confess his feelings. Sure, he’ll talk up women and compliment them, and they’re not ever false, but he doesn’t like them like that. It’s a mutual exchange of sexual attraction where it won’t go any further than that.
Satoshi may never experience sex that’s filled with genuine emotions, and Satoru feels slightly bad for his brother. He’d been jealous that his brother could sleep with anyone he wanted, but he held out, and it was absolutely worth it. He would have never gotten with anyone else for as long as you were in the nerd’s life.
Satoru’s mind conjured up a thought, and he had to hold onto it for a bit, even if the thought made him tighten his hold on you. You turn your head and press a kiss to his cheek, and instantly notice he’s in his head about something.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” You ask into your best friend’s ear.
“Come with me,” Satoru’s voice is low, a bit serious, which makes you follow him without question.
“Yo, where are you going?” Satoshi yelled out, but Satoru waved his hand to say he’ll be back.
You two locked yourselves in the bathroom, and it was much quieter. Finally, some fucking room to breathe. Satoru places his hands on your cheeks and presses his lips against yours. He kisses you over and over rather than making out with you. Just kissing you like this makes him so happy and flustered inside.
“‘Toru,” You say between kisses. “It hasn’t even been twenty minutes.”
“Let me kiss the best person ever first,” Satoru places his hands on your waist and locks his lips on yours, pulling you close.
You place your hands on his chest and slide them up to his neck. Your grip tightens a bit, feeling his pulse on your thumb. Satoru catches your bottom lip with his teeth, and it causes you to moan out a soft breath. He pulls back, sucks on your bottom lip, and then lets go.
“Got a proposal for you,” Satoru places his hands on top of yours.
“Not in this bathroom. Gosh, Satoru. I already told you to plan the marriage proposal properly.”
Satoru laughs and shakes his head. “Not what I meant, my love.”
“Okay, so what did you mean? You got something you wanna try as your reward?” You ask, interlocking your fingers with his.
“It’s about Satoshi.” Instant eye roll from you. “I know, I know. Hear me out, though. You can say no, and forget that I ever asked-.”
“Spit it out.” You shake both your hands to get him to stop rambling.
“Are you open to a threesome?”
Your eyes widen, and your eyebrows knit upward, your lips tightening. You let go of his hands and hit yourself on the counter. Your eyes shifted to the right as you really, really thought about it.
You weren’t opposed to it, but the relationship between you and Satoshi wasn’t exactly ideal. He’s also slept with a lot of girls, but that means he’s experienced. Well, but Satoru wasn’t either, and now he can make you cum multiple times in one night and make you want more.
“With Satoshi?” You ask, looking at the wall in front of you as you process.
“Yes.”
“For what reason?”
“Personal to him.”
“Is he the one who offered?”
“No. It’s my own doing.”
“So he doesn’t know about this?”
“Not in the slightest.”
Silence as you processed the answers, but it didn’t last long before you bit your lip, reeeaalllyyyy thinking this over.
“How often?”
“Just for tonight.”
“Tonight?” Your eyes look straight into beautiful blue ones, and he raises his hands.
“It would be a one-time thing, but weighing everything, tonight would be ideal compared to other times.”
“Where would this take place?”
“Choice is up to you. Either his room here, or back at my dorm.”
“Why didn’t you ask him first?”
“You’re the love of my life and my best friend and the woman I will be marrying. It’s also your body and your opinion I care about most. I’d rather ask you and then be rejected by Satoshi later.”
You downwardly smile at your best friend, and he nods like he’s saying I know, you don’t gotta thank me. I’m that nice of a guy. You roll your eyes with a small laugh, causing your cheeks to hurt because of him.
“Fiiiine,” You drag out, huffing afterward. It wasn’t the threesome that bothered you; it was that Satoshi was going to be involved. If Suguru were to join, then you would be less reluctant to say yes.
I’ll ask him if that’s on the table in the future.
“You still have to hold out for the rest of the hour,” You warn him, pointing at him.
Satoru snaps a finger at you with a nod, “No promises.”
The two of you left the bathroom and walked back out into the party. Lord, have mercy, you were already missing the quietness of the bathroom. When you returned to the kitchen, Satoshi was gone. You looked around to find the second set of white hair, but there were too many college students in here. The first set of white hair was also missing.
He’s avoiding me to hold out the whole hour.
That wasn’t true. Well, it was partially true. Satoru had found Satoshi when you two got separated, and took the chance to ask his twin brother. The frat boy threw his arm over his nerdy brother’s shoulder so they could walk and talk.
“You run off to have a quickie?” Satoshi asks teasingly.
“If you continue with comments like that, I’m not going to bring up this offer to you,” Satoru deadpanned.
“An offer? You never do shit like that. What’s up, dude?” Satoshi half-dropped his arrogant remarks and took his brother a bit more seriously.
“My love and I are open to a threesome with you. You don’t need to know more than that. You in?”
Satoshi stopped walking, and his arm fell off Satoru’s shoulders. He stared at him, stunned and bewildered. “You serious?”
Satoru nodded. “It’s fine if you decline. You have about forty minutes to decide if you’re in or not.”
“Wait, wait, wait. She’s fine with it? She hates my guts,” Satoshi furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Why are you on board with this?
“She doesn’t. And you don’t, either. This is a one-time offer, and it won’t happen again. Don’t drink anymore than you already have tonight if you accept,” Satoru takes the cup and places it somewhere off to the side.
Satoshi took in a deep breath, as he chewed on his bottom lip, his nose scrunched up. He told Satoru to give him a few minutes to think it over, but the answer was already going to be yes. He was ready to jump for joy and tell people he was finally going to sleep with you.
Containment, ‘Shi. Give your answer after you’ve chilled out.
The agreement is locked in with the twins' secret handshake. Satoru informs you of the decision, and you are suddenly a bit more aware of the weight of this decision. Not necessarily that you’re regretting it, but more like the countdown has made itself known in your consciousness.
30 minutes.
20 minutes.
10 minutes.
5 minutes.
Satoru lasting this long while being near you is a bit of a miracle. All he wants to do is touch you and taste every part of you, but he’s been doing surprisingly well. You wanted to dance with him, and now your back is pressed against his chest as you sway to the music. His hands roamed your body, and you had to slap his hand that traveled a little too low, scolding him for not waiting another few minutes.
His lips brushed over your neck, and you craned your neck to the side, allowing him to have his fill like this. His hot breath fanned over your ear before he licked from your lobe to the shell, nice and slow. You place your hand on his head and tangle your fingers in his soft white locks, feeling the undercut that makes his breath hitch.
“I will say this until I take my last breath, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on,” Satoru purrs in your ear.
“You compliment me too much,” You dismiss, but smile nonetheless.
“No such thing. I don’t do it enough.” Satoru sucks on your earlobe for a bit before latching your sensitive spot behind your ear.
You breathe out in pleasure and press your body closer to Satoru’s as his hands roam more of your body with his arms around you, tightening. The hard outline of his cock pressed into your lower back, and you got a glance at his watch, seeing there was a minute left before your best friend got his reward.
From across the room, Satoru shifts his eyes to see Satoshi watching from an angle while talking to some of his friends. It wasn’t just Satoru’s on his, it was also yours. Your head leaning back on Satoru’s shoulders with your eyes looking at him half lidded and a seductive smile forming on your lips, and Satoru’s eyes looking up as his mouth continues to kiss and mark your pretty neck.
You motioned for Satoshi to come over with a single curl of your finger, and the frat boy walked away from his friends without a word. Every step he took made him harder and caused his blood to rush as his heart picked up. With your hand extended, Satoshi grabbed your hand and leaned down to kiss you, getting too greedy, but a hand was placed over your pretty lips.
“Don’t ruin your opportunity, idiot,” Satoru's eyes sharpened. His hand removed itself from your mouth and traced up your arm to where Satoshi was holding your hand.
Tap, tap, tap. Satoshi followed his twin’s lead, kissing your knuckles and slowly down your arm, savoring your scent with the soft fabric of your dress against the frat boy’s lips. Each press of his lips trails closer and closer to where Satoshi has imagined placing his lips.
Against yours.
His lips were almost on yours until your head was tilted away, exposing your neck. Satoru’s thumb glided to the sensitive spot on your skin with a few taps. Satoshi’s lips pressed a soft kiss to the spot behind your ear, and it made you shudder. You bit your lip and placed one hand in the frat boy’s hair, while the other was still in the nerd’s. Both of them kissed your neck, and your head leaned back against Satoru’s shoulder.
Your hips bucked forward towards Satoshi, and you felt him place his hands on your hips, pressing his hips flush against yours. Satoru slides a hand down to your ass while the other keeps a firm grip on your head as he turns your head towards his brother, allowing him to kiss you. Your hand slid down from Satoshi’s white hair and pulled him down to kiss you.
Satoru saw it, could feel it; his brother melting into the kiss as his two hands shot up to place themselves on your cheeks. His mind reeled a bit with possessiveness, but he pushed the feeling off to the side, knowing that you wouldn’t pick his twin over him.
Satoshi’s heart was pounding in his ears, and he didn’t want to stop kissing you. His body pressed more against yours until you were properly caged between the twins. Your mind was spinning, and when you licked his bottom lip, his mind started spinning. He opened his mouth to grant you access, and your tongue slipped between his lips. His grip on your hips tightened, and he was mentally screaming at himself to calm down.
Fuck, she’s far better than I was expecting. I need more of her.
Everything around the three of you disappeared, and it wasn’t until someone bumped into you guys that there was now a hyperawareness and neediness to get a room. You and Satoshi broke away from the kiss, and his face was flushed, panting, and desperate for more.
“My place or yours?” Satoru asks, straight to the point.
“My room. Bed’s bigger,” Satoshi answers.
The frat boy took the lead, holding your hand as he guided you up the stairs to his room. Fortunately, once he agreed to the threesome, he ran off to his bedroom to clean as much as he could so that you could be on a clean bed and not trip over clothes on the floor. Once inside, Satoshi pushes you on the bed and almost crawls on top of you, but Satoru grabs the hem of the graphic tee turned muscle shirt back, causing him to choke for a second.
“Dickhead, what was that for?” Satoshi asks irritably.
“Don’t treat her like she’s another one of those girls.”
“She’s not fragile.”
“It’s not about fragility. It’s about respect.”
The twins glare at each other, and you adjust yourself on the pillows. For a guy, you were surprised to see four pillows instead of one disgusting one. Satoru kicks Satoshi’s ankle to get him on the bed. As he settles between your legs, your best friend takes your heels off and places them next to the bed carefully. The nerd sits next to you and presses the side of his body against yours, one leg hanging off the bed while the other is on the bed with his knee bent up.
You spread your legs, exposing panties the color of the twins' eyes. Satoshi kissed you from your ankles up to your inner thighs. Every kiss was an act of worship on your body, and savoring every inch of your skin against his lips.
Satoru helped to take your dress off until you were only in your panties. There was no bra to begin with. His arm wrapped over your shoulder, and his hand held your tit as he gently fondled you. The other twin kissed your clothed cunt and licked the flat of his tongue to get a taste test of you. A bite of your lip and a soft, shaky breath struck something inside of Satoshi to get more of you.
The white-haired frat brother moved your panties to the side and admired how wet you already were. His tongue licked up from your entrance to your clit, loving the way your slit feels and tastes, and his sense of control loosened by too much.
Your clit was sucked on, a finger was inserted into your hot walls, and providing double stimulation. Your hand petted the bad twin’s hair, and the two of you held eye contact as he ate you out.
“So good, Sato,” You praise, another moan slipping from your lips. “More pressure on my clit.”
Satoshi listened, and your body tensed at the extra pleasure that coursed through your body. Satoshi was good at pleasing women, but not at pleasing you. Closing his eyes, he sucked harder on your clit as his tongue swirled over your clit, and your back arched. Another finger is inserted, and they hit deep in you. You barely had a pained reaction until you felt a slight graze of teeth.
A hard flick against Satoshi’s forehead, and he winced as he opened his eyes. He glared up at Satoru, who looked like he was about to rip his twin’s mouth off for hurting you.
“Gentle. Now. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
It was a one-time warning, and Satoshi knew if he fucked up again, this would be called off instantly. Satoru grabbed his brother’s hair and positioned him to eat you out better. Telling him what to do, what not to do, and some of your sweet spots that deserve to be stimulated. This was for your enjoyment, and Satoru was going to make sure his brother was going to enjoy it like that rather than chasing his own high.
Your walls tightened as you felt the coil start to bend in your lower abdomen. The pleasure you were receiving changed for the better, and it didn’t take long for your body to start reacting. You placed two hands under Satoshi’s jaw and angled your hips upward, feeling the way his jaw pressed into your folds and the sheer wetness dripping down his chin.
“Oh fuck- Good boy, Sato…ngh!” Praise rolled off your tongue with more moans. “Don’t fucking stop…”
Satoshi almost came on the spot from your unfiltered praise. God, he felt like he was doing something worth the praise that he’d never received in the bedroom before. Praise for making team captain? That was fun. Praise for becoming the Vice President of his fraternity? Hella cool (especially getting wasted that night). Praise for sleeping with one of the hottest sorority girls on campus? It was a one-night stand, but that’s cool at his age. But you giving him praise? He felt small in the best way possible. He felt like a dog being rewarded with a treat for the first time, and wanted to do more tricks to receive more.
Everything his nerdy twin told him locked in his mind, and he fell into a rhythm where all he wanted to do was eat you out. He wasn’t really an eater before, but now he was. He didn’t realize how fun it was to be one. The enjoyment was evident when he groaned, damn near whimpered when you came around his fingers. He knew he should pull away, but he couldn’t. Not when he finally got you like this, and your pretty thighs are squeezing shut around his skull.
Satoru reached to flick again, but you stopped him and allowed Satoshi to overstimulate you into another orgasm. His hand let go of his brother’s hair and focused on you, leaning down to kiss your tits.
“There you go, Sato.” Your breath hitched when his tongue swirled over your overly sensitive clit with equal pressure that drove you crazy. “Yes, yes- Ahhh yes, don’t stop. Doing so good for me.”
Satoshi’s body convulsed, and he whimpered when you pulled his hair, stilling his tongue. His eyes fluttered open to look up at you, and his pupils were blown, and his eyes pricked with tears from the hazy pleasure. Satoru turns his head down to his brother, and it was so clear that the fratboy loved what was happening and came.
“Couldn’t help yourself?” Satoru smirked.
Satoshi wasn’t listening. His eyes were stuck on yours, and his hearing was now in high resolution. You pet his hair some more and poked his nose. “You like that? Want me to keep praising you, my handsome?”
“Hey!” Satoru pouted.
“Shush, ‘Toru.”
Satoshi nodded, your words going straight through his heart and down to his dick. “Please. I-I’ll be your good boy.”
You nudged his head to continue eating you out, and Satoshi didn’t need to be told twice. The coil was quick to come back, and it felt better now that you stopped for a bit. Your back arched off the pillows as it built rapidly again. Satoshi’s name rolled off your tongue, telling him to change the position of his tongue, and your walls clamping down around his fingers when he hit a sweet spot of yours inside.
Satoru unlatched from your nipples and kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue against yours, causing you to moan even more. Your orgasm hit you in waves, your moans high-pitched, your thighs and pussy nearly suffocating the frat boy, and your body jerking, but being held down by four pairs of hands.
The twins let go of you, and not a single thought could even cross your mind. Satoru pulled away from the kiss and proceeded to pepper your face in kisses, praising you for doing so well. You were so fucked-out already, but the three of you weren’t even done. You knew you weren’t done, but you weren’t ready to continue just yet.
Satoshi crawled up towards your face with swollen lips, glossy and wet, his chin being wiped by his fingers to clean himself up and bring every drop of you onto his tongue. You placed a hand on his cheek, and he melted from the touch. Clearly not the dude you threw punches at as children.
“Did…Did I do okay?” Satoshi asks, voice meek.
“You did amazing, ‘Shi. So so good. Come here,” You praise as you pull him down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He moaned softly into the kiss, and an overwhelming surge to keep pleasuring you was injected into his bloodstream.
Satoru got off the bed and stripped his clothes off. He breaks the kiss by pulling your body towards him. Your eyes snap to look at your best friend, who had positioned himself at the foot of the bed on his knees, cock swelling and flushed pink, pre-cum dribbling down the underside of his length. Your mouth watered at the sight, and your pussy clenched around nothing, ready to be stuffed full.
“Ready, my love?” Satoru asks, smirking down at you as he strokes his cock.
“Always,” You wink up at him, and he chuckles.
Satoru leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. He aligns himself and pushes himself deep into you. The two of you moan together in each other’s mouths, and deepen the kiss as he bottoms out. Oh, how you loved Satoru Gojo so much.
Your best friend pulls away from the kiss and straightens himself, looking down at your body, roaming his hands over all the perfections of you. There’s a slight belly bulge from where his cock was stuffed. The sight made you drool, and you placed your hand on it. When you pressed down with your palm, your walls tightened, and Satoru groaned, pupils blown and growing harder in you. Slowly, he pulled out and then pushed back in. Slow, deep strokes that made you feel every vein rub against your ribbed, wet walls that seemed to milk him dry.
You tilted your head back to see Satoshi stroking himself, and giving some space so as not interfere. You coo at him to strip his clothes, and he wasted no time doing as you said. In your upside-down view, Satoshi’s cock was a little smaller, but his girth was thicker than his twin’s. Other than that, there wasn’t any other difference. The coloring was the same, too. Your hand wrapped around his length, and you used your thumb to measure how long he was. You counted seven and a half inches and knew you could take him down your throat.
At least you hope you can. If you could take Satoru, you should be able to take Satoshi. Right?
You stroked him as your lips wrapped around his balls, sucking them and fondling them with your tongue. The frat boy moaned out and placed a hand under your head to help you not strain your neck. The moans that Satoru brought out of you vibrated straight into the balls in your mouth.
“I-I’m gonna cum if you k-keeeeep doing that,” Satoshi huffed, trying to control himself.
“Wimp. You do this with every girl you sleep with?” Satoru snickered.
“No! I mean," Satoshi tried to regain himself, but your fingers rubbed over his tip to smear the pre-cum down his cock. “Fuuuck ohmygodohmygod.”
Satoshi grabbed your hand to stop stroking him, but that didn’t stop you from continuing your wet mouth from sucking on his balls. Your hands grabbed the back of his thighs as you continued your divine moans, and you needed more and more of the twins. Satoru placed his thumb on your clit and rubbed circles on it, and you swore you saw stars as your moans came from deeper inside of you.
The frat boy’s balls pulled up, broken whimpers escaping his mouth, and hot white ropes coated your torso. Once there was nothing else, painting your body, you kissed his balls and rubbed his thighs. You grabbed his cock, dragged your tongue on the underside, and licked up a vein from the hilt to his weeping tip.
“Wait, gorgeous-” Satoshi choked out, but your lips wrapped around his tip and swirled your tongue into the small slit to lick up leftover cum. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his thighs shook lightly from the overstimulation.
“Place your hand here,” You told the frat boy, but your words were a bit muffled. He listened to you, and both hands were now on your neck – one holding the back of your neck, the other over your esophagus. Inch by inch, his cock was being shoved down your throat, and he could feel where his cock was at and watch your throat expand from his size.
Satoshi’s jaw slacks. He’ll never be yours, but he swears that if his brother fucks it up with you, he’d swoop in so fast and throw the most expensive ring on your finger. The way your throat constricted around his cock made a shiver run up his spine and spread out to his entire back.
Each thrust by Satoru gave a natural motion of the cock down your throat to take it in and out. Your moans didn’t stop, though. All of your pornographic noises went straight to Satoshi’s dick, and he started to fuck your face. One hand gripped the back of the frat boy’s thigh while the other reached for Satoru’s, feeling him intertwine your fingers together.
The wet schlicks and slaps of skin combined with the moans of the three of you filled the room. You felt a dribble of spit touch your clit before having it rubbed in consistent and fast flicks of Satoru’s thumb. Your walls clamped down, and your thighs closed shut.
“Did I say you could do that, my love?” Satoru asked, spreading your legs far wider than they had been before. His thrusts became harder and hit deeper to kiss your cervix with his tip. He huffs out a laugh as he feels you tighten. “So fucking beautiful…”
“I’m not gonna last,” Satoshi moans, removing his hand from the exposed part of your neck to grab onto your tit to steady himself.
“You’re already going to call it quits?” Satoru teases. “More for me then.”
Satoshi glares at his brother for the unnecessary comment. He continues to fuck your face, and his dick twitches in your throat. He leans forward, hunching his back as his hips pick up their pace. “I gotta- shitshitshit I gotta pull out.”
The grip you had on Satoshi’s thigh squeezed him as your nails dug into his skin, and you shook your head. His white hair is sticking to his forehead from the sweat that had glistened on his skin.
“C-can I?” Satoshi asks, squeezing the back of your neck as confirmation, and you nod. “Thank you. Oh god thank you, gorgeous.”
A couple more sloppy thrusts, and the younger twin is shooting salty ropes down your throat, a babbling mess about how good your mouth feels, and thanking you for letting him cum down your throat. You swallowed every drop and continued to suck him off. You weren’t far behind, and every twitch and moan and change in your body told Satoru everything. He didn’t relent and kept going with what he was doing. Your hands that were intertwined squeezed together as the coil was seconds from snapping.
“Cum with me, baby. Pleeease milk my cock, baby,” Satoru groaned as his thrusts grew sloppy, but he kept his pace.
Your back arched off the bed as the coil snapped, and both your walls and throat clamped down around the cocks in two opposite ends of you. Satoru squeezed his eyes shut as his hips stuttered deep in you, cumming hard as your pussy listened and started to milk him, not wanting him to pull out.
The three of you panted. The room smelled of sex and Satoshi’s scent. Satoshi pulled out of your throat and lifted your head to check in on you. He asked if you wanted water while kissing your face and brushing your hair back to fan you. You agreed to water, and he got up to fetch you a water bottle from his mini fridge.
“How are you feeling?” Satoru asked, leaning over you and lowering himself to kiss your cheeks. Sweet and loving and gentle.
“So good, ‘Toru. I could go for one more,” You smile, and then giggle when you notice the twins staring at you.
Satoshi hands a water bottle to each and opens his, nearly downing the whole damn thing. He looked at his brother, who looked back at him. It looked like they were telepathically communicating with each other before they turned their attention back to you. You’re now on your elbows and sipping your water.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Satoru asks. “You were complaining earlier that it’s with this idiot. He couldn’t even hold himself together.”
“Fuck you, man,” Satoshi scoffed. “I can’t help it, she's mindblowing.”
You waved your hand in a jokingly flustered way as a way to accept the compliment. Satoru couldn’t argue with his brother on that because he was right (for once). He finally pulls out of you, and you whine at the feeling. Cum and slick oozed out of you, and Satoru stood up.
“What do you want, beautiful?” Satoru takes your hand and kisses your knuckles one by one.
“Satoshi,” You purred. “Be a good boy, and come pick me up and make sure I’m facing you.”
Your eyes fluttered as your eyes trail down his muscular body, and you tilted your head into your shoulder. So sultry and gorgeous. The frat boy couldn’t say no. Ever. The way you looked at him had him wanting to get on his knees and kiss the ground you walked, letting you edge him with praise until his dick ached.
“Anything,” Satoshi answered reverently, legs carrying him towards you to pick you up by your thighs.
Your chest was flushed to his chest, and his arms hooked under your thighs, spreading you nice and wide and wrapping your legs around his waist. With a beckon of your hand towards Satoru, your best friend walked over and placed his hands on your ass to help hold you up. Your cunt is twitching at the idea of being full once more.
Satoshi aligned himself with your pussy, and you could already feel the difference in thickness as the frat boy sank you on his cock. You shut your eyes and hide your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his neck to distract yourself from the sheer stretch. Satoru slid a hand up to your neck and allowed you to lean your back onto his chest, and you wrapped an arm around his shoulders so he could have a better hold on you.
The nerd watched his twin push more inches into you, and the way he was being careful with you. A belly bulge formed, and your best friend pressed his hand down on it. You and his brother moaned out at the feeling, and you squirmed, panting as you pussy took in the bad twin’s cock.
“Imgonnacumifyousqueezemelikethat,” Satoshi babbled, a line of drool escaping the corner of his lips.
You weren’t aware of how tight your walls were around the frat boy until he no longer pushed in anymore. He had bottomed out, and his dick twitched inside of you, a ring of white frothing around the base already, and the sight caused your core to heat up. Satoru swiped up your slick and his cum, and rimmed your vacant, tight hole to stretch you open. He shoved a finger in (thankfully giving you a kind warning first), and then another, and then a third. Between each finger, he had given you about five minutes in between each digit increase.
It felt weird at first, but you got used to it fairly quickly.
“You got any lube?” Satoru asked his brother, who hadn’t moved inside of you this whole time. Placing kisses and giving you little praises, until you two started making out as you whimpered against his tongue.
“Nightstand,” is all Satoshi says before continuing to make out with you.
Satoru came back after a few seconds, rubbed the lube on his cock, fingered your ass a little more, and aligned himself with your hole. Your grip on Satoshi tightened as you felt your best friend’s tip push through the tight muscle, and you choked out a small sob at the pain despite being stretched out, no longer indulging in the make-out session.
“I’m sorry, my love. I don’t want to hurt you. You’re a strong girl, you can take it. Right?” Satoru kisses your shoulders. Once you give a determined yet nervous nod, he continues to push in.
The fullness inside of you was overwhelming, and a few tears fell as you gasped more at the stretch of two dicks inside of you. Satoru bottomed out, and the twins showered you in love and praise. They waited for your signal to start moving after you had time to adjust. You moved your arm back over to Satoru’s shoulders, and the twins placed their hands on you in more comfortable positions.
“Go ahead,” You nodded with a sigh.
The twins thrusted slowly, and your lips parted as the pain turned into pleasure. When one plunged in, the other was pulling out. The feel of their cocks rubbing along your walls caused your eyes to roll back, and the room got even hotter from the amount of skin-on-skin contact.
You wiggled and bucked your hips to create more stimulation, and the twins picked up their pace, plunging into you, and you moaned out, your walls tightening around them. Satoru groaned, and Satoshi whimpered, loving how good you felt around them. They didn’t want to stop. The two of them were willing to take this until daybreak, until nightfall the next day, until there was no energy left in them to dick you down.
“Mooore,” You whined. “Fucking give me more.”
Their thrusts turned into ramming, and the room echoed with moans. Satoru snaked a hand down to your clit and rubbed aggressive circles on the puffy nub. You squirmed, your body trying to run away to catch a break, but you refused to listen. You could swear you’re in Heaven right now, and so could the twin brothers. Your walls clamped down as your orgasm washed over you suddenly, and you gushed over the two cocks and Satoshi’s abdomen.
“Such a good girl. Making us all wet and milking our cocks,” Satoru praised in your ear.
“She likes that, dude. Ho-holy shit, fuuuucking hell, she’s perfect,” Satoshi’s eyes shut as a tear slipped down his cheek.
You licked the tear from his cheek and kissed the corner of his eye. “Just like that. So so so good for me, my handsomes.”
Both men gripped you tighter, and Satoshi was the first of the twins to cum. It didn’t stop him, though. He’s fucking his now, mixed cum into you, his tip kissing your cervix, and leaning in to latch a tit into his mouth.
Satoru turns your head to look at him, and presses his lips to yours, teeth and tongues clashing against each other in a mess of spit. His hand continued to stimulate your clit, and the overstimulation made your mind go blank. Eyes rolling back, damn near going cross-eyed from how amazing you were feeling.
The ‘S’ shaped hickey was being retouched by Satoshi’s lips, turning the marks into a purple crimson now. You hand roamed into his hair, tugged on it, and felt him twitch inside of you. So submissive for a frat boy. How cute.
It wouldn’t be like Satoru Gojo not take the opportunity to study your body and obtain more information about you. Different speeds, different depths, new sweet spots, and new bodily reactions. The whole time during this, that’s all he’s been doing. So many new mental notes were jotted into your file that he couldn’t pull them out of you without the help of someone else.
If she’s like this with Satoshi, what would she be like with Suguru?
Another mental note: ask about the previous statement later.
You two pulled away from the kiss when you were unable to keep doing it. Your best friend turns his attention to his brother and flicks his forehead hard. It really ticked him off seeing his creation being tainted by someone else.
“Stop doing that shit!” Satoshi barked.
“Don’t touch what’s not yours!” Satoru barked back.
“I am balls deep in your little girlfriend. Does that mean she’s mine then?” He smirked, tilting his head.
You tightened your walls on purpose, and both men faltered, but Satoshi took it harder. Whimpers and holding your waist tighter to control himself. He looks at you, submissive eyes locked onto stern ones, and he nods.
“You know better than to talk to me like that.” You tugged his hair again, and a loud, broken whimper escaped the frat boy’s lips.
“Y-yes, gorgeous. Fuck, I’m so sorry, ngh!”
Satoru gives a shit-eating grin at the way his brother would listen to you. It fuels a fire inside of Satoshi, and his cock is now pounding into you, ravishing you until you’re arching your back. The nerd sneers and follows after his brother. It was now a competition to see who could make you cum first. Your grip on the men made your knuckles turn white, and they were not letting up. If anything, it was causing your orgasm to rapidly approach, and soon, their thrusts were turning sloppy.
“I’m gonna- Oh shit, I can’t-” You moaned loudly, cockdrunk as fuck.
“Cum on my cock, my love. Yeahhh, all because of me fucking this hot ass,” Satoru slurred into your ear, but looking at Satoshi with that same competitive fire.
Satoshi decided to take a risk. He leaned down on your shoulder that Satoru couldn’t reach, and bit down hard. That sent you over the edge as your orgasm wrecked your body. Satoshi and Satoru followed right now, pumping you full of their cum.
“Why the hell did you bite her?” Satoru snapped, checking the bite mark and seeing if you’re okay.
“I made her cum, didn’t I?” Satoshi smirked, panting as he tried to regain himself.
The two men kept bickering at each other instead of just relaxing and providing aftercare. They asked you who made you cum, but you were too fucked out of your mind to even give a proper answer, body going a bit slack. The twins carefully pulled out of you, and their cum dripped out of you and onto the floor. You koala hugged Satoru as he lay you down on the bed. Satoshi was off to get a wet rag. The warmth of the wet rag had you settle into feeling, except for when it made it down to your holes, and you winced.
“I know, my love.” Satoru kissed your face gently as his voice was soft, reassuring. “Gotta clean you up, and then we’ll be on our way.”
You nod weakly and whine each time the rag being used gently cleans you up. You were still on cloud nine, and ever so slowly, you were coming back down. After sex, especially at night, you and Satoru would crawl into his bedsheets and fall asleep holding each other. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case right now.
It wasn’t for another thirty minutes that the two of you arrived back at his dorm with him carrying you bridal style. He stripped any article of clothing off your bodies, situated the two of you into his bed, and pulled your back flush to his chest. He placed gentle kisses on your head, neck, and shoulder, especially where the stupid bite mark was located.
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The next morning, the sun shone through the blinds, and you grumbled as you lifted the sheets over your head. Satoru stirred awake and instantly started to kiss your pretty face.
“Good morning, my love,” Satoru’s morning voice hummed in your ears.
You turn towards him and nuzzle your face into his chest. “I’m soooore.”
“I know, baby. Let’s take it easy today. I can get us some food and watch movies all day. How does that sound?” Satoru smiles as he kisses the top of your head. You hum happily as you settle more into his arms. You didn’t want him to leave, but to get the two of you food? To watch movies all day? To cuddle and do nothing?
A dream come true.
A few hours later, Satoru came back after he left for a couple of minutes to retrieve food. You were clad in only his oversized t-shirt, and you reached your hands out towards your boyfriend. Your stomach growled, and you opened your tin dish with beef enchiladas, and your attitude wafted away as the scent of your food filled your nose.
“Oh, I just remembered something,” You say, perking up and looking at those pretty blue eyes.
“What is it?” Satoru sits next to you and pulls up a movie on his laptop.
“I meant to reward you last night, but it slipped my mind. Unless you already got your reward during it, but I doubt it,” You say as you take a bite of your side of rice. “So, what do you want? Boba? A digimon plush?”
“I was wondering…” Satoru bit his lip, suddenly nervous to ask.
You two had already discussed that you did enjoy what happened last night. It was something that you would be open to doing again, even if it was with Satoshi, but your best friend was quick to shut that down. Still petty about the bite mark, and standing in his boundary, it will stay a one-time thing with his twin brother. So, why couldn’t he just ask?
“Wondering what?” You ask, nudging his shoulder. “You want to try BDSM?”
“Yes, but not as my reward,” Satoru answered. He took a breath and forced himself to say what he was hopefully wanting with a strained voice. “Would you be open to a threesome with Suguru?”
You pause with your fork in mid-air, furrowing your eyebrows a bit in confusion. You slowly put your food in your mouth as you chew. Eyes shifting to the right, you thought about it for a matter of five seconds.
“I’m open to it.”
“I’ll send him a text to see if he’s open to it,” Satoru is smiling from ear to ear, whipping out his phone to send a text.
“For someone so hellbent on marrying me, you seem to like sharing me with others.”
You could see Satoru pouting at you in the corner of your eye, and you turned away to giggle. He tried to make excuses and provide a reason to refute your statement, and it led to a debate, which then turned to your best friend fucking you stupid to prove a point.