𝜗𝜚 you’re fratjo’s hookup, and nerdjo’s study partner- so when you accidentally send both twins a nude, who’s showing up at your door? Both.
Fratjo, who you’ve been secretly fucking every weekend in the afterglow of Jujutsu Psi’s infamously loud, infamously intense parties. Although, it probably isn’t too much of a secret- not with how loud he manages to get you.
Fratjo, who fucks you so well your throat betrays you every time- emitting choked, embarrassingly sweet sounds from the depths of your lungs and your sopping cunt as you’re speared relentlessly over and over by his cock, veins rubbing against every ribbed and dotted surface they can reach.
Fratjo, who likes to cum inside. And outside, too- he’s got seemingly endless stamina, so why not use it to his advantage? When he’s all worked up, maybe from failing one of Yaga’s infamously hard midterms, perhaps from running out of weed, nowhere is safe. Not your pussy, not your tits, or stomach or face.
Fratjo, who, at his core, is kind of an asshole. He enjoys getting wayyyy too wasted on the weekends, sunglasses crooked on his handsome face while he points and cackles at whichever poor pledge was unlucky enough to puke first. Then, he'll drag you up to his bedroom and kick the door shut behind him.
“Sato, they’re gonna seeee!” You whinge, trying to no avail to shove his snowy head from your collarbone.
“Nah, let them.” He says, voice slurred as he sucks on your skin.
Fratjo, who enjoys sinking his teeth into your neck, pierced tongue flicking over the tiny marks as if he’s staking a claim. And he is; but not to Geto, not Choso, not even Sukuna-
Nerdjo, who’s so sweet and smart and… quiet. The total opposite of his twin brother in everything but looks.
Nerdjo, who tutors you midweek in his dorm on… just about anything, really. For all extents and purposes, he’s a student, but to virtually everybody else he’s a certified genius- you’ve seen him be held behind after class for a professor to marvel at his ability on more than one occasion. And he knows he’s smart, too.
Nerdjo, who also knows that he really, really likes you. You’re so pretty, he can’t help it- your glossy lips slightly parted around a pencil as he stutters (Toru never, ever stutters!) his way through an explanation on anatomy.
“So this is the, uh…” you squint at the diagram of the human brain, “the… wait, let me see it closer.”
Nerdjo, who feels his brain short circuit when you lean over the desk to look at the drawing- because you’re only wearing a tank top over your bra, and he can see right down your cleavage. He feels drool puddle up in his mouth at the sight of your soft tits pressed together right in front of his face. And then, he feels a sudden wave of jealousy.
Nerdjo, who's incredibly, embarrassingly jealous of his twin brother. He knows you're fucking him on the weekends, as evidenced by the poorly hidden teeth marks on your collarbone and the slight limp you carry yourself with the days after Sato flunks an exam. An exam which Toru aced, of course- he isn't top of the Dean's list for no reason.
“Oh, the amygdala! Is that right, Toru?”
“Uh- yes- just- give me a second-“
Nerdjo, who has to excuse himself from the study season with a muttered, jumbled excuse about ‘looking for more pens’, just to go and get himself off in the bathroom.
Nerdjo, who bites his lip so hard it bleeds to hold back the moan that cracks out of him when he cums, sticky strings of white painting his knuckles. He panics when you knock on the door, your voice floating through his ears and making his brain fuzzy.
“I’ve, uh, kind of got somewhere to be…” you say softly, hoisting the tote of textbooks onto your shoulder. “Thanks so much for the help, though!”
“Mhm, no problem!” He splutters out, cock still hard in his fist.
Nerdjo, who gets himself off at least three times to the little pixels making up your “thanks again! <3 :)” message on his screen.
You smile to yourself as you leave his dorm and walk to Jujutsu Psi, sidestepping the broken pool cue at the entryway. You startle at the sound of a voice from below, only to groan at the sight of the two men sprawled across the unkempt grass.
“He’s not here.” Sukuna says bluntly, eyes rimmed a little red. “Yaga kept him back, flunked something or some shit.” Beside him, Choso nods sagely and passes him the blunt, waving lazily as you mutter under your breath and trudge home.
Nerdjo, who practically jumps out of his chair at the buzz of your notification on his phone. The timestamp at the top of the screen reads 22:36, and it doesn’t even occur to Toru to wonder why on earth you’d be asking about tutoring this late on a Saturday.
Fratjo, who grins at the notification and excuses himself from the kitchen, already half-hard in his sweats because Sato knows exactly why you’d be messaging him at 22:36 on a Saturday night.
Fratjo, who laughs at the photo and clamps his bottom lip between his teeth, playing with his tongue piercing as he strokes himself to the message. Nothing too out of the ordinary; it’s your cunt, already dripping, spread by two manicured nails. But it’s the caption that has him smiling, grabbing his keys and striding out the front door.
Nerdjo, who gasps so loudly at the photo he almost falls out of his chair, scrambling to push his glasses onto his pink face. Surely you didn’t mean to? But it’s his name! His!
Nerdjo, who forgets in the haze of sudden, trembling arousal that carries him out of the door to your dorm: he’s not the only one with his surname.
“No, no- shit!” You shriek, snatching your phone to see the two read receipts on your photo. It’s too late- they’ve both seen it now; do you delete and clarify? Pretend you aren’t home? Get a random girl from down the hall to cover for you-
Your head snaps to the door so fast you almost get whiplash, but the sight that greets you when you yank it open is the opposite of what you wanted to see. Two identically hot, identically hard men, crowded in the doorway of your dorm. Your mouth falls open.
“She wants us to come in. Don’t you, sweetheart?” Sato grins, already leaning down to nip your neck as his brother watches on in shock horror.
“You did mean to send that to us both, right?” Toru clarifies, red and fumbling to hide the tent in his sweats as you moan sweetly into his brother’s ear. Then, a mumbled, slightly pathetic, "please say it was just for me..."
“Does it matter?” Sato huffs, punctuating his words with a grope of your tits under the same tank top you left Toru's dorm in, “we’re here now. And you’re gonna be a gooood girl for us, aren’t you, baby?”
Fratjo, who has you pinned on all fours to your mattress within what feels like minutes, the orbed silver of his piercing flicking meanly across your clit. His hand grabs your ass, leaving red marks, and all his brother can do is watch on speechlessly as his pretty, quiet study partner gets ruined by his lookalike.
“Can I have a turn, maybe-?” It dies meekly in his mouth when you meet his eyes, blue sparkling down at your swollen lips and flushed cheeks. Toru’s hand gingerly rests on your face, thumbing back and forth at your temple.
“No.” Sato sneers. "You've never eaten pussy, you wouldn't know the first thing."
“You can fuck her mouth, nerd.” Toru stares helplessly, painfully hard and twitching.
Shakily, you swallow down a few breathy sounds to speak. “You’re allowed, Toru.”
Nerdjo, who fills your throat in one inexperienced slide that has you gagging. Beads of pre dribble down your chin as he tentatively ruts back and forth, prodding at every ridge in your mouth and revelling in the soft warmth.
Fratjo, who tongue-fucks your sobbing pussy at the same speed as his brother’s thrusts. The dual stimulation has you tearing up, a few droplets slipping free of your lashes and dragging wet marks down your face.
Nerdjo, who’s so big and so hard it knocks the breath right of your lungs, chest heaving as you try to keep up with Sato’s filthy mouth behind you.
Fratjo, who’s lower face is absolutely soaked in a sparkling sheen of your slick, and couldn’t be happier- grinning toothily into your pussy as he curls his fingers, laughing out loud at his brother’s shaky attempt at fucking your throat.
Fratjo, who isn’t laughing as hard when you start spluttering around the obscenely large amounts of cum painting your mouth white, rivulets drooling from your lips in a saccharine concoction of orgasm and spit.
“S’no problem, Toru.” You slur, lips stretched and parted around the moans being dragged from you.
Nerdjo, who thumbs away the extra you can’t swallow with cooing words of affirmation as his brother eats your pussy with fervour he’s shown to no other pursuit in his entire lifetime.
“M’gonna-“ you squeal, clit spasming as Sato's piercing passes over in little sweeps.
“So pretty...“ Toru breathes, already half hard again at your facial expression.
“Do it, baby.” Sato groans.
You cry out and collapse, boneless, onto the mattress as you soak his face in a lacquer of your slick- Sato drinks every drop, pink tongue darting out to lick whatever didn’t make it directly onto his greedy tastebuds.
You peer at them blearily, both twins towering over you. Toru has removed his glasses, lest the lenses scratch. Sato has flung his sunglasses somewhere, the lenses definitely scratched.
They look so identical it’s almost dizzying; the same messy, snowy white hair, the same strikingly blue eyes, the same blown pupils.
a/n: I love you nerdjo… I love you fratjo…
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