â IN WHICH... Toru hasnât been giving you enough attention lately. Oh well, youâre lucky heâs got a cute twin.
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CW: Cheating (M Receiving), Faux Promises, Slight Angst, Rough Sex, Degradation, Praise, Mostly Nerdjo, Getting Caught, An array of pet names, Amateur Nerdjo, The Gojo Twins both want you
Toru, your boyfriend of a few months, hadnât shown up again.
It wasnât unusual, of course not. Between his frat brothers, low grades, and his medium wage job, he rarely had time for you.
But he promised. You could hear him now, dripping over your naked body and your legs pinned over his shoulders, âIâll treat you right, baby.â Heâd say, âCome out with me, my treat.â
The way heâd thrust into you would send you into an early grave happily. His hips harsh against your plump ass.
But he didnât show up. Youâd been waiting here for thirty minutes. No matter how good the sex was, you couldnât stand to be treated like this.
You got up with a huff, pulling down your ridiculously tight dress and heading off into the night, a few dollar bills left on the table as your presenceâs proof.
Your heels clicked against the pavement, the little noise expressing your rage. Passerbyâs looked you over, glancing at your ugly scowl. You knew exactly where you were going.
Toru's house. Not to see him, but to see his twin.
The lanky, snow-white haired, pierced male had a twin. You were surprised you hadnât connected the dots before, honestly, but you could be a little dumb sometimes.
He was tall too, skinny and white-haired just like his brother. But he had glasses, some acne littering his face, and hopefully, a heart.
Youâd see him around school sometimes, always hunched over like he was carrying the world on his shoulders and his textbooks in his hands. He looked pathetic.
So youâre surprised at how mean he really his.
Behind thick rims and glass, his brows pinched and he looked at you with electric blue eyes youâre used to seeing in someone else.
âYou can take it, fucking slut, got bored of my brother? Had to come to me?â He whispered dirty words in to your ear, breath caressing your lobes hotly. âDonât you worry baby, Satoru's gonna treat you gooood.â
His pink tip pounded past your tight walls, making you squirm with every ungodly thrust. He fucked like Toru talked. Mean.
Satoru was less of a nerd and more of a bully with the way his hips slapped against your ass, balls beating you so hard youâre surprised you havenât started bruising.
âPretty thing, even prettier pussyâ fuckâ huh, sweet girl?â
Drool dropped past his mouth, pink lips shinning with his saliva. Satoru was messy and dirty and disgusting. And you loved it.
âMmphâ please, please! Satoru hah!â You muttered before his mouth slapped onto yours. His tongue grazed yours as his teeth tugged on your pink muscle.
âShut upâ shut up!â Satoru's eyes clenched shut, relishing in the feeling of your cervix tapping against his tip. His hands clutched at the fat of your thigh, pinching you like he was punishing you.
He lifted your legs to fall over his shoulders, caging him against your body as your heels dripped into his toned back.
How he was so muscular, you didnât know. Judging by his intense collection of digimon, silly anime poster strung on his walls with tape, and the piles of homework he was doing before you interrupted him, Satoru shouldnât have time to go to the gym.
But he did. And if he had time for that, maybe heâd have time for you.
You clutched at the sheets beneath you, feeling your orgasm slowly build up the more Satoru moved. His hand went down to rub at your perky bud feverishly.
âHaaah!â Satâ!â You could barely speak, your voice coming out in gentle huffs and loud whimpers. Satoru was animalistic and desperate to make you cum.
âCum. Câmon, baby, show me whatchaâ nghh, slutâ whatcha got!â He smirked agaisnt your neck, littering you with his claim as if his brother wasnât your boyfriend.
âHe wasnât cutting it for ya, baby. But I amâ hah!â I am⊠arenât I?â His sentences became sloppy. His structured insults and deep, guttural groans falling beneath the weight of pleasure.
Your hips snapped up when you came, making Satoru's tip hit that spongy spot in your cunt. His fingers worked wonders on your clit, and swore you could feel him shoot dirty white ropes of cum into you.
Maybe you shouldâve gotten a condom.
Satoru's voice went high against your throat, the rumble vibrating your neck and making you squirm even more.
He chuckled, basking in the afterglow as he slowly lowered himself to lay next to you. A soft kiss to your collar bone the only thing in his wake.
âYouâre⊠mean.â You address Satoru. He glances over with a soft nod, glasses fogged against his nose. âSorry, Iâ uhâ donât have a lot of experience. Thought youâd like it.â
You both laid in silence, hands brushing together with every breath. He certainly wasnât Toru, but you didnât mind. You love to explore.
Your eyes drooped, cum still spilling out between your legs but you couldnât bring yourself to care. All that mattered was Satoru.
Well, until Toru busted the door open.
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