you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person. what happens when your heart gets caught up in the messy drama between rivaling twins?
♡ ₊˚‧ in today's episode. satoshi probably whored himself out to girls on the weekly, so what's the issue with you using him like one too?
♡ ₊˚‧ cw. college au :: lots of smut :: angst :: messy dynamics :: named twin :: jealousy/possessiveness :: messy reader :: semi public sex :: parties :: nerd/delinquent trope :: academic rivals :: fuckboy!bikerjo :: rival!nerdjo
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˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ has been ecstatic all week. which was odd, considering he's been acting so off. he's ignoring girl's bedroom eyes. ignoring number offers. hell— he even ditched friday's party at sukuna's place. who the hell was he? answer: whatever you wanted him to be.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ keeps thinking back to how you showed up at his doorstep and kissed him like you were trying to suck the soul out of him. the way you grabbed him by the collar and whined his name into his lips. for the first time in awhile, satoshi almost couldn't keep up with a kiss.
that was until he had you on his couch. head buried between your thighs and tonguing on your clit. rolling his tongue piercing on the bud until you were whimpering.
"sato—" you cut off in a whine.
fuck. can't even say his name?
he's never had a girl actually make him hump his own couch because she sounds so pretty while he's eating her out. never had a girl that made his eyes roll back and his throat bob all messy. as he eats your cum and drinks down your squirts.
"babydoll, fuck— s'fuckin' sweet. you really are a sweet girl, huh?" he panted into your thigh. bit down and pressed his tongue piercing against the mark afterwards.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ had you on your back. knees crooked over his shoulders with his big hands on your waist while he stuffed you full of cock. fixated on the way your body fluttered and trembled for him. on how you squelched and creamed him so good until a messy ring smeared his base.
"so needy. needy for this cock baby? y'missed it?"
he's slurring. not even a single fucking drink down and he's slurring. drunk on your kisses and the sweet squeezes of your pussy as he fucked you into his couch. rutting it against the opposite wall and probably a few seconds away from sukuna's noise complaints.
he didn't care. not when he had you choking on his name and barely being able to complete it. not when he had you whining and begging and pleading with him not to stop.
he'd swoop down and tangle his tongue with yours every time you approached another high. slammed his hips faster—and faster— ground his pelvis up into your spasming clit— until you squirted a hot stream and puddled the fabric of his couch even more. fuck. he hoped you'd leave a stain.
little did satoshi know that every time you 'struggled to say his name'— it was because another was on the tip of your tongue.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ really had no idea that you were picturing foggy glasses shoved into his hair. no idea that you were imagining cold blue eyes and a sharp tongue calling you a stupid slut and holding you up against his desk covered in textbooks as he fucked you mean on his cock. he especially had no idea that it was his twin's name in your throat every time he stuffed you to the brim and smooched your cervix.
you should feel bad. you do. you know it's awful. know you're using satoshi in a way that disgusted you to your very core— but what did it matter?
he probably fucked more girls than you could count. probably had them in this position. squeezing their thighs and calling them his babydoll while he rubbed their clit and told them to cum for him.
you knew guys like him too well. unfortunately well. you wouldn't be fooled again. so really— were you in the wrong for imagining his nerdy twin?
you're sure it didn't matter to satoshi anyway. as long as he had a warm pussy to fill and a hit for the night. guess you're both using each other, huh?
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was eating up all of your attention. he thought he'd have to go back to chasing you down again after that night. but to his surprise, two days later you were giving him eyes in an empty hallway and batting your lashes.
. . . should he really be at fault for the way he shoved you into the lockers with a hand buried in the back of your hair and a hand squeezing your ass? could he really be the one to blame when he crashed his lips to yours and shoved his tongue in your mouth when you were looking at him so sweetly?
"babydoll," he groaned, whined, as he sucked on your tongue. "keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna make sure we get expelled."
and when you nipped at his lip piercing and called his name so softly? he just had to dive back in and kiss you until your knees were shaky. not caring in the slightest for the footsteps that stopped at the foot of the hall.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ for the second time, has never wanted to break his brother's jaw more.
or should he blame you? surely you knew by now that he took this hallway to get to quantum physics class. surely you knew that there was a chance he'd walk down this hallway and catch you face-fucking his brother. right?
the assignment sheet he'd been reviewing in his hand crumpled. fist shaking and jaw tight. fine. fine. if you wanted his brother so bad? you could have him.
it's hopeless anyway. satoru wouldn't even know how to treat you if he had the chance. too inexperienced. too emotionally inept.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ made sure to avoid you like the plague. he never should have let impulse take over. never should have kissed you in that library. fucked you on his fingers so clumsily and made you realise how useless his hands were when they weren't practising equations and flipping through textbooks.
he hated how he still wanted you. how he still thought about you. how he'd bury his face into a pillow and hump on another until he was grunting and cursing your name into the fabric. until he was whimpering it— like some pathetic boy who got his candy stolen.
"I hate you—" he huffed, voice shaking as his hand still had the nerve to squeeze around his tip and rub another pitiful spout of cum out of him.
"I hate you. I h-hate you— fucking hate you." his head tips back, breaths fogging his glasses that hang off his nose. thighs twitching from three orgasms spilled all over his sheets just because he can't get you out of his fucking head.
what did it matter? you're the kind of girl only satoshi would know how to please. and it seemed you knew that.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was confronted by his best friend, sukuna, one thursday morning. yanked into some empty classroom with his helmet still tucked under his arm and cursing at the pink haired jock.
"the fuck's your problem?" he grumbled.
"should be asking you that shit." sukuna huffed.
he found out very quickly what sukuna was on about. asking if he was okay, if he was on something, if he finally gave in to peer pressure and decided to snort a line of some shit because he absolutely was not acting like himself. not looking at girls, denying numbers, missing parties. it wasn't like satoshi. not the campus heartthrob who just had to smile and wink a pretty blue eye to get whatever he wanted.
"you've been all over that girl." sukuna said. "you've never been this hooked. heard you last night too."
satoshi had to bite back his smirk. right. he had you bouncing on his cock last night. grinding your hips up into his and whimpering for him to help since he's just too big and your poor pussy's struggling. wait—
sukuna's rough hand shook him by the arm. "see? you're fucking spacey. what the hell's going on with you?"
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ got a firm talking to. got told he was actually falling in love— and that vulnerability scared the piss out of him. love? he didn't know how to love— not really. girls liked his dick and his bike and the filthy things he'd whisper in their ear when no one was looking. but love. . . fuck.
the way his heart was hammering said it. the way his chest fluttered when sukuna brought you up.
"what the fuck do I do?" he mumbled, hating how soft his voice was as he raked a hand through his white tuffs. "yeah— okay, maybe I like her. but what the fuck do I do?"
"take her out. maybe somewhere to eat. somewhere fun. can't be fucking her every time you meet up." sukuna flicked his arm.
satoshi winced. then considered it. maybe he could finally take you for a drink like he'd first offered. or maybe a party? a midnight ride?
"yeah well, she wants to fuck me whenever we meet up." he mulled, then shrugged. "guess I can combine the two. maybe that's just her style, y'know?"
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ thought about it a little more than he'd like to admit. spaced out in his classes, spent his lunch scrolling through food joints, hell— he even made a note on his phone. he wasn't good at this stuff. wasn't sure when last he went out on a date. girls usually wanted him for his body and that was it. they cried on his dick and scratched up his back but he never really offered them to hold their hand in some romantic coffee shop or whatever.
it hit him in the dead of night. when he was in bed and on his routinely hour of thinking about you. he phone has buzzed with a gallery memory. a picture he'd snapped from the photo album, of a kid him and satoru at a fair with their parents. satoru was hugging some big stuffie while satoshi lingered behind with a half-eaten funnel cake.
and that's when it hit him. . . a fair. they're fun, there's food, they're cute. that's what the couples in the movies do, right?
he sent you a text immediately. then flopped his phone down onto his chest and grinned at the ceiling like an idiot.
well. until a cold realisation washed over him, and he had to call up his best friend in the dead of night to awkwardly ask for some pointers.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ couldn't believe it. you actually agreed. you were actually standing right beside his bike and holding the helmet he'd handed you. with a cute little dress on and that lip gloss he had the urge to smear in heated kisses. but he held back.
"so you just had another helmet lying around?" you asked, brow arching as you fiddled with the straps.
"nah." he waved his hand. "just snatched one from the store."
he blinked at the look you gave him, then grinned as he took the helmet. plopping it on your head and clasping the strap beneath your chin. "meant I bought it baby. whatdya take me for? a delinquent?"
he flipped the visor up. crooned at your little glare and stroked his thumb on the side of your neck. "you really want me to answer that?" you huffed.
"don't look at me like that."
"or what?"
he pressed his lips to your temple. hand squeezing on your waist as he hoisted you up against him.
"or I'm gonna have to do some nasty things to you right over my bike, babydoll."
he always loved how flustered you got. the way you shoved at his shoulders and huffed at him as you turned away. but despite his wide grin and his low words— he didn't want any of that tonight. he just wanted to take you out. treat you right. if you initiated, well, he guessed he couldn't deny you but. . .
tonight he wanted to try to love you the way that you deserved. just for tonight.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ sent you a text. he couldn't help it. he saw you leave capmus with satoshi. saw the way you were bickering and he was grinning. what, were you off somewhere to fuck like rabbits again? off somewhere to forget about how it was his dick you were begging for in the library? the insecurity, the hurt, it all spilled over into harsh thumbs and harsher words.
gojo satoru: he's good for you. you're both whores.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ got you whatever you wanted at the fair. sweet treats? drinks? that oddly shaped teddy bear that he caught you glancing at when you passed one of those overpriced ring toss games? he made sure to win it for you. had no problem catching the rig in the game. he remembered when his parents would take him and satoru to these fairs and his dad would win the prizes. satoru often got them but— whatever. satoshi didn't wanna focus on that now.
all he cared about was the way you tried not to smile as he victoriously handed you the deformed plushie. "guess that means you owe me a kiss huh?" he hummed, leaning over you like some lovesick puppy.
he didn't catch the way you hesitated. nor the itch in your palms. he was too distracted by your gloss on his lips and the kiss that he melted into. shoulders sagging and heart fluttering as you hooked your arms round his neck. pulled him in deeper. gripped his hair.
he was all dazed. so drunk on your lips and the idea that he was here. kissing you at some fair with butterflies in his stomach and his heart in his hands. he didn't even process your mouth that slipped to his ear.
"I spotted a photobooth not too far. wanna go make some memories?"
as you nipped on his lobe. his chest fluttered.
wait.
that didn't sound very cutesy romantic.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ wasn't aware that the only reason you pushed him into that photobooth and climbed into his lap was because you were thinking of his brother. had no idea that satoru had even texted you. that the only reason you started humping on his lap and whining his name into his ear was because his twin had pissed you off and your pussy was throbbing for satoru. not him. but satoru.
he was a fool, really. gripping your waist and drowning on your lips. groaning into your tongue as he bucked up into you. catching on your clit just right and gripping the back of your neck as your pretty moans pitched.
"hah— gonna get us caught." he mumbled. too high on the way you ground on his cock to focus on how he was distracted by lust rather than love. on how you'd turned a sweet kiss into a filthy makeout session in a photobooth.
"that what you want? wanna get caught bouncing on my dick?"
his words were muffled by your heated lips. the hot tangle of your tongue and the dirty grind of you hips. blissfully unaware that you just needed him to shut up so that you could imagine his twin while you ground yourself to an orgasm.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ felt his knees shake as you both eventually crawled out of the photobooth with a strip of filthy pictures. unbeknownst that it was a testimony of you wanting his body because he looked like a man who actually held your heart.
he still folded it. fixated on the perfect shot of you both kissing. then tucked it away in his wallet.
he should have known better. he really should have.
but he was so lost in the fantasy of this date. in the idea that he was doing well for once— treating a girl in a way he never has before. outside of sex. outside of what his fingers, tongue or dick could do. no technique, just tenderness. he gave you his jacket at some point in the night. his heart throbbed at how pretty you looked in it.
yeah. satoshi was a bit oblivious to the way your hands were all over him at the haunted house attraction. he had to push you against one of the walls and kiss you stupid. but it's just because you needed him so bad— right?
yeah. he didn't think much of the way your hand crept on his lap while you both sat down to share a sundae. he just slipped his fingers down and wrapped them around yours. gave you a little squeeze.
he surely wasn't paying attention when you'd kissed him hard as the ferriswheel stopped at the top. all he heard was the fireworks above. all he felt were your hands pushing under his shirt. the way you climbed back into his lap and gripped the back of his hair.
no. satoshi didn't care. all he cared about was that you were kissing him. and it was beneath the fireworks. doesn't get more romantic than that, right?
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ was all loopy as he drove you both back home. his head spinning cause your head felt so warm laid between his shoulders as he steered the bike back to campus. he skipped a red light. didn't even care about the speeding ticket that'll probably await him.
all he cared about were your arms looped around his waist and the fluttering in his chest.
he walked you up to your dorm. told you to keep the helmet, and the jacket. smiled— not grinned or smirked or anything smug of sort.
he smiled when he told him goodnight.
"don't I get one last kiss?"
he couldn't help it. he was greedy for what he thought was his.
and here you both were now. with him pinning you to the opened door. hands gripping your thighs that plushed on his waist. his mouth on yours. hot and hungry and the kind of desperate need that he hasn't felt before with any other girl.
your hands were in his hair again. they always were. holding your mouths together as you rutted your hips into his.
"babydoll," he groaned, withdrawing so that saliva webbed both of your lips. a few messy strings caught on his tongue piercing. his white lashes fluttered over blue eyes practically shaped into little hearts. "you don't know what you do to me."
his breathing was ragged. something clenched in his chest. then lodged in his throat.
something he couldn't quite name but wanted to say anyway as he looked into your glassy eyes and felt your hot cunt throbbing on him through his jeans.
he sucked in a breath. one large hand cupped your face and tilted it up. he drew closer. breaths bated. heart stuttering. "I—"
bzztt!
he cleared his throat. something told him to pull his phone out. the text floating on his screen had him blinking.
toru: dude I need your help.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ set you down. smooched you for good measure and apologised. called you his babydoll one last time and told you he had an emergency. satoru never texted him for anything. and as much as he'd love to spend another night between your thighs— his brother came first.
he rushed off. leaving you panting and with a heavy stone in your heart as you shut your door and pressed your back into it.
did you really just do that? did you really just use a man because he had the face of your rival who you fell in love with? because his voice sounded just like satoru's when he said the right thing in the right tone?
you looked at the helmet in your arms. remembered the jacket wrapped around you.
you felt sick.
but you shoved it down. told yourself that satoshi only wanted sex. that you'd never love someone like him. that this was fair transaction.
as you plopped the helmet on your desk and drew a heavy sigh. still hot and bothered between the legs as you flopped onto your stomach into your bed. pulling your pillow closer and burying your face into it with a muffled, exagerated whine at your own heart.
his jacket still felt so warm around you.
sleep. you just needed some sleep. needed to stop thinking about the twins that you were caught in some messy triangle with. your eyes hung heavy. fluttering shut as your breath slowed. body easing into the sheets. you allowed sleep to drift you off somewhere warm.
that was until. you felt a weight press down on top of you.
˖ ࣪꒰ NERDJO ꒱ ˙˖ was shaking. actually shaking. his hands were shaking as they snatched your waist. his knees were shaking as they shoved into the bed. he watched you panic. watched you squirm. watched you jerk up— only to freeze when you saw him.
"sat— satoru?"
and he kissed you. harder than he had in the library. harder than in any of his dreams. it was clumsy and fervent. a clash of teeth and tongue.
the worst part? you kissed him back. fuck. you kissed him back. you want him. some part of you wanted him. even though you keep giving yourself to his bastard twin.
he gripped the back of your hair. shoved your face down and rutted his hips against your ass. slow, and rough and haphazard as groans caught in his throat.
he lurched down. nose pressing into your cheek and his cock throbbing against the back of your thigh.
a part of him thought his heart would stop from how hard it was beating. thought he'd pass out from pure hyperventilation with how heavy his breathing was.
his voice was ragged. it didn't sound like him. he didn't feel like himself. didn't know what he was doing— only that he was so. fucking. tired. of seeing you with satoshi.
"you wanted it?" he jammed his hips harder into yours. grinding in frantic bucks. "then you're gonna take it."
teeth clenched. eyes glossy behind his glasses. he shoved your head into the pillow further and nearly whined at your muffled moans as he pressed his panting mouth against your ear.
jaw ticked. breath jagged.
"even if I don't know how to give it. you're gonna fucking take it."
White tumblr racism is far more insidious than like out and proud racism cause why are you using your autism as an excuse to not view black people as equal to you
There will be a post like "stop being racist to black people in fandom spaces" and then some white bitch will be in the comments talking about how theyre neurodivergent like literally who asked
The only reason Dilf! Sukuna doesn’t join any of his kid’s school events is because he’s genuinely so busy with his restaurant and not because he is so well aware at the fact that he looks like he’s about to mug someone…..But maybe he’ll start coming by those events more often, knowing that you would be there because he’s so desperate for any sort of interaction with you aside from your welcoming smile when he sends off his kid and the adorable wave you give him and and Yuuji when they’re leaving the vicinity
Dilf! Sukuna is too old and awkward to talk to anyone aside from his family, close friends and coworkers so he never starts a conversation with you. Even if he does have a conversation with you it was most likely initiated by you, because he gets too nervous and flustered to be doing all that.
