▶︎︎ Wicked Games (starring . nerd!choso & frat!choso)
synopsis . In which you have the Kamo twins wrapped around your pretty finger. You tell them that you’re not theirs—not officially—and for a time, it works out. Choso (nerdcho) was your sweetheart of a project partner who was steadily falling for you and Kaiso (fratcho) was the younger twin who finds your side at every party you attend. What could possibly go wrong with two brothers who had no idea they were sharing the same girl? content . afab!reader, slight pining, college au, drama, alcohol, public sex, obsession, reader is kinda two-timing them, filth, messy relationships, gojo twin mentions (more specifically fratjo), brat taming (kinda), possessiveness, slight bimbo!reader, clueless wingman yuji, some gen z humor, mentions of drugs (weed), hair pulling, brief toji cameo, biting, spitting, sharing a drink through kissing, oral sex & fixations with it, they both have piercings, mirror sex, literally getting passed back and forth, reader is greeeeedy, the twins get pussydrunk, rough sex, degrading—they're kinda mean when they're together, dirty talk, eventual threesome, throat fucking, praise, surprise ending/cameo (heh), etc.
word count . 9.2k || author's note: banner art by @/enruji07 on twt!! ty to everyone who voted on tht poll of mine, you KNOW i had to write this as a certified choso girly. not proofread, truly sorry for errors in advance..!
Well, for starters, one was never going to be enough for you.
You figured that much out on the first day you laid your sweet eyes on Choso Kamo, the grungy yet shy-looking guy who sat beside you in your biochem class. While he was focused on every annoyingly long lecture presented by the professor ahead, you spent most classes utterly distracted by him.
Luckily for you, your biochem professor seemed to have noticed this and kindly paired the two of you up for the big project due at the end of the semester. You didn't even have to do anything to find an excuse to talk to him!
A similar thing took place with his twin brother Kaiso Kamo, who you danced your way into at some frat party. While you technically set your sights on him earlier that night—initially mistaking him for Choso—it was nice how you didn't have to go out of your way to meet him either.
Were you really in the wrong for wanting both?
——
Short answer: no, not at all!
Long answer: maybe a little...
In the beginning, you had no intentions of breaking their hearts or making them feel like fools but… fairly enough, there was something rather thrilling about going from one twin to the other. Their mutual cluelessness was an added bonus to your whole scheme.
Something that gave your heart an addictive rush whenever you almost got caught.
You wouldn’t have done it if you were in a confirmed relationship with one of them, of course. But the Kamo twins lack of formally asking you out was probably a big reason why you never felt bad switching between them.
Currently, you sit tucked away in the deepest corner of your campus’s library. The smell of old paper and dust shrouds the air surrounding you and Choso, who you're side by side with as he helps you study for an upcoming exam.
When you texted him, you told him you wanted to work on the project you both had due. But when he showed up with his hair pulled up into those perfectly messy pigtails, his glasses framing the dark browns of his eyes, and a clean long-sleeve white shirt—small cup of coffee in hand, you'd forgotten all about that silly project.
The desire to listen to him explain something to you blossomed within you upon watching him near your corner of study. Even as he softly hummed, "Sup," as if your relationship as project partners hadn't changed weeks prior to this, you couldn't help but want something else out of this session.
It started out with you suggesting that you both study together instead of troubling yourselves with an assignment that wasn't due for another two months. And the two of you were actually fairing through one another's notes pretty well!
Y'know, until you chuckled at a spelling error of his and he awkwardly shifted in his seat, glancing off as he sighed, "You're distracting me."
Small phrases like that had steadily become some sort of code between you and the studious man.
All you did was laugh and now he was avoiding your gaze to hide the blush creeping over his cheeks. Choso could be somewhat of a loser in that regard but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like that about him.
"Distracting you how?" You snort, eyes flicking up from the boring pages of problems that sat in front of you. You idly twirled your pencil around your fingers, another thing that unknowingly kept Choso from his focus.
Truth be told, you could do anything and his mind would begin to wonder.
Before now, quiet moments of study between you both never dipped past a careful attachment of lips every once 'n a while. Things with this twin usually happened all slowly, as if the man was scared to take it any further with you.
There was once a time where you were literally in his lap as you made out and yet the moment he got hard, he was quick to say that the two of you should stop there.
Not today though, as he had something a little different in his mind.
You caught it in the way his head slowly turned to face you, his eyes flashing something different under the dim lights of the library. His steady hands seemed unnerved as they tapped across the table in tandem with the steady increase of his beating heart. You saw the way he got nervous before saying anything.
"You know how," Choso started, just barely allowing himself a second too long to stare at you.
Your brows push together as you peer at him straight on, "No, if I knew how I wouldn't have asked, silly."
His eyes dropped to your mouth then, tracing the delicate outline of them and not being shy at all when it comes to showcasing where his thoughts had run off to. You could practically see the way he envisioned being more bold with you, more declaring—the way confidence was a fleeting conundrum for the poor nerd, everpresently there when he didn't need it to be and nowhere of note when he craved it most.
If kissing you and showering you in whispers of how badly he needed you were some sort of equation to solve then it would be a walk in the park for him. But, in his mind, it was everything but. There were too many factors to consider when it came onto you.
The main one being how much of a fool he'd make of himself if he pushed forward now.
Your scrunched brows and innocently curious eyes make his heart feel all knotted in his chest, anxiety crawling through his nerves in a way that made him wish he never said anything in the first place. The two of you had only kissed a couple times and each one was initiated by you.
But now—hell, from the moment you texted him and suggested studying—he could only think of one thing. He hasn't been able to get you out of his head the past few weeks and now that he's sitting next to you staring at those gorgeous eyes of yours, he can feel the entirety of his resolve crumbling.
The lack of a response from him along with the rather awkward way you both were staring at each other is what led you to clearing your throat. That subtle attempt of breaking the silence doesn't work out too well since you turn back to your sheet of notes and Choso remains exactly as he'd been for the past few minutes—completely enthralled in everything you visually had to offer.
Then there's a loud creek from the old wooden chair he's sitting on before it scrapes against the floor. When you glance at him, you notice that he'd managed to scoot closer to you.
Scoffing, "Choso."
He looks at you immediately, the tips of his ears a cute shade of red. "Y-Yes?" The man squeaks, clearing his throat after in hopes of regaining the natural base in his voice back.
"Are you okay? You're all stiff," You point out softly, moving to poke his arm with the end of your pencil.
His frame doesn't budge a bit as you do so and his eyes fall down to the plush eraser that's lightly digging into his bicep. Cracking a half smile, "I'm fine, sorry. Just distracted, like I told you."
You lean in a little and his heart begins to rush. Then, your head tilts and you smile back at him, "You never told me what's distracting you."
"I did tell you," He insists, "You're distracting me."
"But you never said how."
"Because you know how."
You roll your eyes at how quick his responses come sometimes, "No I don't."
To which Choso gazes at you for a moment stretched out far more than necessary. Those deep chocolatey pools of brown in his eyes remained locked on you as if something inside him had finally shifted and convinced him to stop running.
A stretch of quiet passes again and it was in times like this when you wished you could read his mind or wished he was more talkative because maybe that would distract you from how unblinking and unmoving his studying gaze seemed to be.
There were no more shy flickers of lashes as he usually displayed, his eyes stopped dipping down to your lips, and he remained anchored to your growingly tense frame. The seconds seemed to drag out far too slowly for comfort, leaving you to feel the way tension wrapped itself around your lungs and began to suffocate you with rising anxiet—
"...Did you really invite me out here just to study?" Choso's voice finally mellows out, all soft 'n soothing as if his piercing gaze wasn't seconds away from driving you into a state of ridiculous shyness.
You finally meet his stare with one of your own, breathing out a light huff of unbelievability, "Yeah...?"
His eyes finally pull away from yours as he looks down. His expression—albeit lacking much to begin with—dropping, "Oh."
You catch the disenchantment in his tone almost immediately, "You sound disappointed."
"N-No," He perks up for a second with quick defense, looking at you more sincerely as his words sentences translate out of his mouth in short intervals. "I just..." He chews at his lower lip in thought and sighs, letting his heavy eyes fall shut so that he could gather his thoughts properly, "Well, a few weeks ago we..."
The end of that statement never comes, unfortunately.
For what Choso lacked in confidence, you made up for with your own. The bottom of your chair scrapes against the floor as you turn to face him a little more, leaning forward all teasingly and whispering out to him with a causality he couldn't even begin to fathom for himself.
"Do you wanna make out with me again, Cho?" You whisper perfectly.
The dark black at the center of his eyes seem to dilate in size a little as a heavy breath heaves out of his lips, saliva already gathering inside his mouth as if ready to drool before he even answers you properly. Choking out an all too thick, "God, yes."
His straightforward answer catches you by surprise for a split second as you look around to make sure there's nobody near. Noticing no one else in the vicinity, you grin and turn your head to the man again.
Only to be caught off guard by the way his stable hand comes up to your jaw to tug you in for a desperately needed kiss.
Choso had meant to say that he wanted so much more than to merely make out with you but, he'd hoped his actions would speak volumes louder than he ever could.
The kiss is a force of smushed lips and then clasping teeth as he eagerly parts your mouth open for his tongue to glide into. You don't know how many people he's kissed before you—if any at all—but you do know that the silvery ball laying at the center of his tongue is a new sensation you weren't exactly prepared for.
"Mmnh!" You'd hummed against him as you tried to pull away from him in surprise.
Unfortunately for you, you'd caught Choso on one of his most neediest days. The grip he had on your jaw tightened and he forced you to stay in place, tongue drawing sinful shapes against yours before he pulled back for a soft moment just to rasp, "Take it." into your mouth.
Heat thrummed uncontrollably in between your legs at the sound of that. It was uttered so dirtily that you nearly felt like the guy was fucking you. And in way, he almost was.
Choso had a tongue like no other—the kind that explored and mapped the insides of your mouth out as if he planned to make home there. As if he wanted to fuck something filthy down your throat with the slick from his oral cavity.
Wetly devouring the very taste from your mouth, sucking at your squirming tongue, and grunting like something viscously feral was about to take over his body, Choso had quite lost his senses from the moment your lips made contact with his.
Study session? Ah, he'd forgotten alll about that.
Everything that led up to this was discarded completely. Especially as his free hand came down to your thigh, politely prying your legs apart and provoking another shocked moan from your throat.
The last time the two of you had a kiss this intimate, he possessed levels of restraint that seems to be a lost art to him now. It wasn't until your hand came over his and you urged his touch deeper between your thighs that something light 'n airy broke out from his lungs.
All his fingertips sunk into your skin—the annoying layer of fabric between a raw touch be damned—and a pathetic whimper was gifted directly into your mouth.
You were given a moment a of reprieve as Choso tugs his lips off of yours and then let his head tip down. He was never the bold type. Not with words, anyway.
What he couldn't voice out with you, he was an expert in showing you. That's why seconds before he'd pulled away from you back when you made out in the comfort of his bedroom all those weeks ago, he couldn't stop the insistent buck of his hips.
Now seemed to be no different.
Sure, there was some quietly whispering voice in his head telling him that the last place this should be happening in is the campus library—a place of which every student has access to. But, the other starving voices in his head couldn't care less.
And the way you were feeding into his desires wasn't exactly helping.
The shudder you let out when his tongue danced across your neck, how cutely you tried to squeeze your legs shut when his hot pants slapped up against your ear and his thick fingers grazed your inner thigh—fuck, if you weren't every bit of addictive as he'd so delectably feared.
"We're supposed to be studying but," He groaned before the rest of his words even left him, "All I wanna do is explore you. You're so fuckin' pretty, it hurts."
His words stain your skin through his next wave of wet kisses as you allow his hand to continue its travels up and soon work your bottoms loose enough to slip into. Leaving you to gasp, "Choso," as he boldly feels at the wettened fabric of your panties.
"I wanna..." His tongue darts out a moment to moisten his lips before he slumps his head into the crook of your neck a bit, inhaling your scent and letting his hand explore you further as he whispers, "Hah, can I eat you out?"
You blink. "What? Here?"
"You're wet enough for it," Choso smirks. Then his thumb teases the edges of your panties, soon letting his other digits run down to rub over the soaked slit of your cunt, "God, you feel so fucking soft. I wanna taste you. Please?"
Your legs are all sprawled out and your chest is rising and falling with rapid breaths, the fear of getting caught growing within you, "Choso-"
"No one will catch us, I promise." He carefully cuts off in an attempt to soothe your worries.
You don't know what possessed you or him that day but, he ended up under the table and in between your legs a few minutes after that promise of his.
Your eyes were on the verge of crossing from how good his tongue felt against you. Scandalously lapping your folds apart and letting you leave glossy trails of slick against his mouth, Choso was nothing short of starving under you. His eyes softly pierced up from behind those glasses of his, taking in your every expression and studying your face to know where to thrust his tongue against.
Your panties had practically been ripped off of you, parts of the tethered fabric somewhere around your calves along with your pants that he tugged down. And yet it wasn't enough, he still felt like he wasn't tasting you properly.
...Which is how you both ended up in the nearby science fiction section of the library. One of your legs was now perched up against a row of books while you panted heavily against some others, Choso busy eating you out from behind like a man absolutely ravished.
His grunts and deep groans were surely loud enough to alert anyone nearby of what was happening but he couldn't be bothered with that because the squelchy moans your pussy let out were far more important. He held your leg up high as he swallowed in your taste, most of your juices having spilt down to his jaw and even all down his neck.
Choso's eyes were drunken with a sense of starvation and his mouth just kept moving and moving. You'd feel his lips french kiss your lower ones for a moment and then his tongue would lather on out to slap against your twitching clit, earning another slosh of arousal from your clenching hole.
School and studying came easy to him but this seemed to be far easier.
Choso ate you out like it's the only thing he knew how to do, muttering deep praises about how good you tasted and how pretty your pussy was against his tongue. The piercing decorating the center of his oral muscle often bullied itself around your clit as his tongue traveled up to it.
Then he'd haul himself back and return his attention to your needy lil' hole, using a single thumb to pry your glossing lips apart and watch the way your cunt salivates against his skin. His shyness was all one big front he put on because you'd never met a man like him who was this brash with his mouth.
A crisp stream of air breezed out against your spread pussy as Choso meanly blew against it just to watch how your insides flinch and then clench around nothing all pathetically.
Then he popped his thumb inside and his eyebrows twisted up, a gasp jumping out of his lungs in reaction to how sexily you sucked him in. His cock was so hard from this that he felt like he could barely think-, could barely breathe.
"You have suuuch a pretty pussy," He compliments lowly, earning a tight squeeze around his thumb as he draws it out of you slowly and then rounds the shape of your cunt with your own slick. "She's so sensitive to touch, it's cute."
Your back arches as he says that and you seem to spread out wider for him, to which his cock strains harder against his sweats. Fuck, he was gonna cum like some loser virgin because of this. As if he'd never seen pussy before or something—how embarassing...
Luckily for him, his tongue is distracting enough against you to distract you from how he cums in his pants a few minutes later. Something about the way you unknowingly bucked your hips against his mouth made him choke as something sticky flooded his boxers.
Choso had fantasized about eating you out time and time again but actually feeling you ride his face—even for only a moment—was probably the hottest thing that'd ever happened to him. You even reached back and tried grabbing at his hair when you got close!
What was he supposed to do, stop his cock from excitedly spilling out a creamy thanks in reaction to you? As if.
Even though he came before you, he doesn't stop the desperate running of his mouth against your weepy pussy. If anything, his orgasm seemed to make him hungrier as he guzzled your sweet taste to spill past the puffed lips of your cunt until you were left swollen against his tongue.
You both were rather loud during that entire escapade but those pleasureful volumes were never much considered since... well, you guys were never caught.
Not only that but, the whole thing was only one of manyyyy cunnilingus-sessions that occurred between the two of you.
Choso may not have been good with his words or asking you for those things directly but once it came down to the physical stuff, he was fine. Which is exactly why you kept going back to him for more 'n more until your study sessions became sessions of... well, everything except studying.
——
On the other hand, there was Kaiso Kamo, who was an entirely different breed in comparison to his seemingly shy brother.
At a party hosted by the one and only Gojo Sato, he could be found somewhere off in the corner. He wasn't the life of the party like his other frat bothers but he was the only member to have caught your eye (allegedly).
Though, the two of you had passed formal introductions a long time ago.
Nowadays when you attend these parties and as you're dancing against some older guy who arguably doesn't look like he belongs in this crowd of people—deep scar noticed at the corner of his lips and sharp green eyes exploring your body in ways he'd hoped his hands would later—Kaiso wouldn't take long to find you.
You were hosting some alcohol down your throat from one of the signature red cups these parties always seemed to have as a big hand finally came sneaking around your waist from the man you'd been dancing against. You tipped your head back and hoped to smile at him but you were quickly distracted by the way your cup left your hand.
When you redirected your attention forwards, Kaiso was standing there messily swallowing down the rest of your drink. The man who's name you forgot to catch took less than a second to detach himself from you and quickly went dancing elsewhere. It was obvious he wasn't interested in a woman who's got frat members drinking from the same cup as her...
"Oh, c'mon," You'd huffed, trying to reach forward and snatch your cup back from the thieving twin who never failed to ruin your moments with other people. "Not only are you scaring the hoes but, I was drinking that, asshole." You huff as you just barely pluck it out of his hands.
When you look into it, you notice all its contents are gone and end up sending Kaiso a mean glare.
One of which he grins at before stepping closer to you and carefully placing a hand to your neck.
"Kais-" You're cut off as he tips his head to the side and comes closer to pour the rest of your drink into your mouth from his own via kissing you. Your eyes go all wide and you feel your mind blanking out for a second as the liquid slithers down your throat and his tongue softly follows as if to write sorry-not-sorry into your mouth.
The way he kisses you is dizzying. It always is. He captures your breath entirely and only allows you oxygen if it's coming from his lungs. Everything in between his lips and yours is hot and dragging with need for more. Kaiso's free hand moves to your waist as he possessively tugs at your body and brings you up against him.
The thick of his leg comes meddling in between your own and you're quickly pulled all up against his body whist the kiss deepens. The sea of drunkly dancing college students surrounds the both of you but he was never one to care about who saw him with you.
Although he couldn't man up enough to ask you out, he could make things obvious that you were his in one way or another. Even though he'd no idea that you gave his brother the same exact treatment.
Eventually, his lips part against yours and he speaks into your mouth hotly, "Who was that, huh?"
Before you can even answer him, he's clasping your bottom lip in between his teeth and then letting his tongue swat over the plump curve of it to capture the rest of your taste. Shared alcohol escapes the edges of both of your mouths but Kaiso carries enough decency to lick at the corner of yours.
Then he pries himself back and grabs at your face, forcing your dazed attention to narrow up on him. "C'mon princess, it's a simple question, not rocket science." He husks out as if he'd given you the opportunity or space to answer him in the first place.
"I dont know," You mumble to him, lashes batting gently as you shrug, "Jus' some guy, why do you care?"
The corner of his lips twitch before he flashes that crooked smirk of his at you, "Let's not ask stupid questions, you know why I care."
You huff before moving your face out of his hand, "Do I?"
Skeptically, a brow is cocked your way as Kaiso sends you a look of pure disbelief. Flatly, "You almost let my frat run a train on you last weekend." he reminds you.
In your defense, the frat in question consisted of Sato Gojo—who's one half of the most popular twins around right now—Suguru Geto, Sukuna Ryomen, and Nanami Kento.
"...Can you really blame me?" You murmur all innocently as if that was really something of utmost causality.
Immediately rolling his eyes and seemingly ticked off by the sound of that, "Yeahh, I'm gettin' you out of here." Kaiso huffs as he moves to grab your wrist and tug you along with him.
He shoves his way through all the dancing people and begins to head into a rather familiar direction you're no stranger to.
"Kaiso, c'monnnn, don't be like that!" You whine, barely making an attempt to escape the hold he has on your arm.
He pauses in his steps to whirl around to you again, flashing that aggravated gaze of his at you, "Don't be like what?" He snaps. At the sight of your faux innocent expression, his shoulders drop a bit as he sighs, "I'm just looking out for you."
Even so, you still manage a pout that he immediately wants to kiss away. "No, you're being annoying and you're cockblocking me."
Kaiso snorts, "Cockblokcing you from a man who's got kids he doesn't even take care of doesn't sound so bad but, alright."
"Huh?" You stare dumbfoundedly at him.
"Toji? The guy you were just dancing with?"
"Wait so you knew him?" You gasp.
He stares at you for a moment longer before rolling his eyes and turning to storm off. You follow after him like he fully expects you to and he mostly blames whatever you'd been drinking tonight as to why you were acting denser than normal.
"Kaiso!" You huff in response to being ignored.
The man leads you into a room that you blindly follow him into, soon shutting and locking the door behind you before revealing where he'd taken you to via flicking some dim lights on. The mess of his dorm is revealed and you're looking around the place all confused before you hear his belt unbuckling.
Whipping your head around and letting your eyes fall down immediately, you gape, "What are you doing?"
"You said I was cockblocking you," Kaiso answers nonchalantly with a lazy nod of his chin towards his bed, "I'm gonna give you some to prove that I'm not."
Still feeling like some sort of airhead, you continue to stare at him like every word had run through one ear and out the other, "...What?"
Kaiso's eyes meet yours as he tugs his studded belt out from the loops of his jeans, flinging it off to the side and stepping closer to you despite his words, "Unless you don't want i-"
"Nono, I do," You cut off with an eager nod of your head.
He smiles at you, "Good." Then his fingers swiftly unzip his jeans, "Now strip."
Stuff like this is why you couldn't get enough of him. There was something oh-so-exhilarating about having two twins with two entirely different personalities be this obsessed with you. The distant fact that neither of them new about the other was, again, an added bonus to the entire thing.
Kaiso had no idea that his older brother tongued down the same cunt he was now swabbing his cock against, and Choso never knew you let his younger twin fuck you into tears in the middle of parties like this.
"Nngh, fuuck," You moan stupidly as drool threatens to spill out from your kiss-bitten lips.
Kaiso’s got a wide shit-eating grin plastered out across his lips as his hips rut into yours with heavily dragging thwacks, his hard cock bullying your squelchy insides with that rude right curve of his. "Shiiit, look at how wide your pussy spreads out for my cock. That's so nasty, isn't it?" He huffs out in between thrusts.
You’re too busy struggling to get proper air into your lungs with the way he was fucking you straight into his creaky mattress, the headboard heavily rocking against the wall loud enough to worry someone. "Kaiso," You’d mewled time ‘n time again, nails scratching somewhere at his back.
All whilst his voice was slithering itself into your ear in a thick whisper, "Hm? Can you feel that? Feel my cock allll the way in the back of that slutty pussy?"
His words were soooo filthy. It made your greedy walls clamp around his pierced shaft harder and your nails claw at his back rougher as if to beg for mercy. The rhythmic slap of skin to skin filled the entirety of his dorm with every bulling smack! of his balls.
Kaiso’s cock was stretching you open far too wide for you to think-, much less breathe with how your eyes began to travel back and your words came out more brokenly, "M'gonna cum.”
He scoffed, "Already? I barely did anything, baby." Then one of his hands snuck down in between the two of you to softly greet your clit with a politely swirling motion, "Did those kisses get you this worked up? Hm?"
"Yeahh," You gasped as if you were stuck in some kind of trance, drips of sweat from his body mingling with the perspiration from your own.
"Yeahh?" He mocks in a slightly pitched whine that had you unconsciously running from his rather brutal thrusts, "A couple of kisses gets this pussy all wet 'n needy f'me?” Kaiso question rhetorically before leaning up a bit to look down at the sinful spread of your cunt, “You poor girlll."
You sent a pout up his way, blissed-out drool decorating the corner of your mouth, "S-Shut up.”
His head cocked over to the side and you felt his dick twitch inside you just as his plump tip tapped against that spongey sweet spot of yours—just barely. "Whaaaat, are you mad 'cause I'm right? Mad ‘cause of how well I know your body?"
"You're s-soo fucking annoying," You argued with furrowed brows.
Part of you wanted to tell him in times like this how he wasn't the only one you let ruin you like this, how his own brother knows the same sensitive spots he's currently hitting like the back of his hand.
But it’s hard to find the courage to bring that up when he pinpoints said spot and begins to drill into it, moving an arm to wrap around one of your legs and tug it up—thus leaving you halfway on your side.
Your hand flies off to grasp at the sheets for support but it’s little to no use. "F-Fuck, right thereee-,” You choked out thoughtlessly, letting your jaw dangle open as heavy breaths tumbled out of you in between your cracked array of moans.
All while your bodily reactions seemed to inflate his ego, "Ohh, I found it again, huh? That lil' sensitive spot of yours.”
"Kaiso-, nngh.. m'gonna cum," You panted again, tucking your face over and into the bedding for cover.
The sight of you doin that seems to set him off with the way his hips buck forward even harder-, faster. No longer bullying but more punishing now, “Lemme see it," Kaiso demands through slightly gritted teeth.
He watched how his rough movements caused you to lose your grip on the sheets, especially as he turned his head to kiss at the leg he held up against his chest, sucking hickies into your skin and huffing all over you.
When your pretty glossed-over eyes finally meet his again, he moans before catching himself. Regaining his composure for just long enough to grunt, "Go on, make a pretty mess on that dick. And look at me while you do it, juust like that.” He coos.
You barely remember the whorish way in which you kept your eyes on his—how you’d began to meet his hips with rolls of your own, and how loud you’d whined when your orgasm finally washed over you.
Then came his kind praises, fluttering past his lips without second thought, “There she is, there’s my pretty girlll.” Kaiso cooed.
You were left twitching and shaking under him before he pulled out and left a sticky mess of cum against your stomach. Every Kaiso came, it was messy and stupidly creamy—bits landing up on your fucked-out expression as you laid there and took your time in catching your breath.
The distant music thumping throughout the house begins to dawn on you again as you realize the party had been going on all this time. Kaiso was busy getting himself cleaned up after doing so for you, trying to straighten up his room a little so when you finally come to, you won't try and scold him like about his lack of tidiness as you've done before.
A few more minutes of soft shuffles pass by before you're getting up and moving to put your clothes back on, swiping up your phone from where it'd fallen to earlier, and then making your way towards the door without much of a word.
Kaiso clears his throat to catch your attention just before you go, leading you to turn around and catch how he sends you a small smile, "Text me when you get home, okay?"
"Mhm," You hum sleepily.
He had half a mind to bring you back into his bed and try to convince you to stay the night since you were already here but, the last time he did that, you got upset with him for acting like your boyfriend—a bad habit of his that he's somewhat trying to break.
"Wait, c'mere." Kaiso calls out anyway.
When you slowly pace back over to him, he brushes all stray hairs out of your face and goes as far as straightening you up a bit more so you don't look completely fucked out, and then leans in to kiss your forehead.
Whispering, "Get home safe."
The softness in his words throw you off more than his actions earlier had. Swallowing it down, you're quick to nod in response before finally parting ways with him.
By the time you make it outside and the night air slaps you with somewhat of a wakeup call, you realize that it was things like that which caused your heart strings to be tugged at.
Both of the twins did it. Choso—usually during real study sessions when you got something right or taught him something new, and Kaiso—right after sex when he longed to pull you back into his arms and keep you there for the rest of the night.
——
Overall, that's how your relationship with each brother played out. Paths that were never to be crossed over one another, even though there were some late nights where you'd begrudgingly fantasized about it...
You went on for months and months before ever getting caught. You'd had a couple of close calls with them both throughout that time, of course.
Sometimes you nearly called Choso by his brother's name, especially in moments when he took his glasses off to clean the, and other times you made references to study sessions that never took place with Kaiso.
They never put two and two together until one night in particular though.
It was rare that the Kamo twins were home at the same time since Kaiso typically stayed in a dorm while Choso remained home. Even so, you'd been to the Kamo family house with each of them a couple of times—always making sure that the other was nowhere nearby when you did so.
But, what you forgot to account for was their sweet baby brother Yuji.
Their sweet baby brother Yuji who had the most unfortunate habit of wandering into rooms completely unannounced, who noticed everything, and who was not shy to speak without thinking.
The living room had been quiet for the past thirty minutes or so, safe for the mellow sound of the TV playing ahead. All three brothers sat lounging around in their respective spots in the room.
Yuji was sprawled out against the carpet mostly distracted by his phone while Choso read some book and Kaiso scrolled away on his phone. This was very much the quiet before the storm.
The beginning of said storm all starting when Yuji scrolled past a reel of cookies and perked his head up, eyes flocking over to his more unkept older brother, who's hair was a shaggier mess as it splayed out around his face. "Hey Kaiso," Yuji began, instantly capturing all of the man's attention, "Are you still helping that girl with her night anxiety stuff?"
Night anxiety...? Choso found himself snorting at the excuse his twin gave Yuji, knowing damn well that was code for some hook-up Kaiso brought over in the past.
Slowly raising a brow, "Uhm, yeah..? Why?" Kaiso said slowly, biting back a smile.
The whole night anxiety story was something cheap he'd told the pink-haired boy one time when he had questions about the weird sounds coming from his room while you were over one night.
"Oh, I was just wondering when she'd come over again. She brought me cookies one time and they were really good," Yuji sighs whilst he turns back to his phone, as if he didn't just cause a mindfuck of confusion with that innocently made statement of his.
Kaiso stares for a long moment before awkwardly chuckling, "Huh? What cookies?"
Choso fully looks up from his book and tips his glasses away from crookedness against his marked nose, "Yuji, are you sure you're not getting us confused? I think you're mistaking Ms. Night Anxiety for my project partner, she's the one who brought you cookies."
Casually, like he wasn't actively exposing you without even realizing it, Yuji goes back to scrolling through his phone as he speaks, "Then my question is for both of you, when are you guys gonna bring her over again?"
The twins blink in sync before looking at one another.
Kaiso's the first to scoff, "What?"
Then Choso follows up with a look of concern towards their younger brother, "How is your question for both of us?"
Yuji shrugs, "Uhm, because you study with the same girl he helps with night anxiety, duh...?" The boy snorts, still staring at his phone while the twins unintentionally shoot him daggers.
Choso instantly turns his head to Kaiso, "The fuck is he talking about?"
Kaiso shrugs, "Hell if I know. Yuji, are you sure you don't have us mistaken here? I know we look alike but-"
"I'm pretty good with faces," Yuji cuts off before standing up and looking at his older brothers, "So unless this girl has a twin too, I'm preeeetty sure she's been over with both of you plenty of times."
Before jumping too far into conclusions, Choso clasps his book shut and leans forward to carefully ask, "And, prey tell, have you caught her name at all?"
"Yeah, cause I'm still convinced you've got us mixed up," Kaiso puffs out, leaning back against the couch as he scoffs, "No shot we're seeing the same-"
Yuji says your name and the twins freeze up.
Then, slowly, they look at one another at the exact same time. Some sort of twin-telepathy seems to take place as they gauge one another's relations to the name that'd just been uttered. Finding that Yuji was right—that you are the same girl they'd both been seeing—both of them can't help but scoff in unison.
"No fucking way," Kaiso spits out with a scowl pressing itself into his lips.
"Unbelievable," Choso hums unnervingly calm.
Since you weren't present for the whole ordeal, you never couldn't even begin to imagine how unbelievably fucked you were.
——
Luckily, it was mostly in the way you preferred it to be.
But when it came time for the twins to confront you, it sure as hell did not seem that way.
The first strike was receiving a text from both of them at the same time. You should've known something was up from that alone. You'd executed your entire relationship with each of them without a hitch or overlap of communication like this ever happening, and yet...
Choso: Hey, can you come over? I need your help reviewing something and I want to see you.
Kaiso: I miss you, come over
The synchronized invite was odd, of course, but that didn't stop you from getting ready to go see one of them. In your mind, they lived in two separate places. While Kaiso had brought you over to the Kamo house a couple times in the past, he resided mostly in his dorm so you never considered the possibility of him inviting you over like that to his family home.
As far as Choso was concerned though, it was a norm for the two of you to meet up at his house.
Which is exactly why you were over there within the next hour, having left poor Kaiso on delivered whilst you pretended not to see his text. Surely a "review" was more important than hooking up with the fratboy for the nth time in your life...
As you stand out in the cold, waiting for someone to answer the door from you recent knocking, you fidget with the ends of your jacket a bit—getting this feeling that somethings about to happen the longer you stand there. It's like Choso was taking longer to open the door than norma-
"Hey," The front door swings open and the voice that hits your ears makes your stomach drop. Especially as the greeting is followed by a smooth, "How'd you know I wanted you to come here and not to my dorm?"
Shit.
Cocking his head to the side, Kaiso sizes you up 'n down before cracking an all-too-knowing smirk, "Unless, of course, you really chose my brother over me?"
ShitShitShitShitShit.
Brain stuttering, heart thumping, and eyes gone as wide as possible, "I uh-,"
"Told you she prefers me," Choso adds in suddenly from behind the man, his head popping out from the side as the door opens wider and the Kamo twins stand before you in their annoyingly hot glory, "Right, sweetheart?"
Oh you're so fucked.
You tried thinking of something-, anything to say that'd get you out of this. Something about how you responded to the wrong text, or showed up at the wrong address, or literally anything that'd distract them for long enough to give you an opportunity to run off and never turn back.
But, before anything comes out of you and while you're standing there with shock etched into your every feature, Kaiso shakes his head disappointedly. Running a hand through his loose head of hair and pushing stray strands out of his face, "I wonder how long you were gonna keep this up."
Your lips part to breathe out an excuse but Choso beats you in speaking. "Seriously, did you think we wouldn't find out?" He asks with an amused little smile pressed out across his lips.
You'd never seen him so smug in your life. And his brother seemed to be doused in a sense of superiority or knowing that you hadn't recognized for him. Having them both stare you down like this made you feel small.
"I..." You swallow thickly and stupidly manage to say the first thing that comes to mind. "I thought you guys were the same person...?"
Oh girl...
Choso almost laughs at you, "That's cute." Then he lets his gaze travel your body in eager glances, "But we don't fuck like the same person now, do we?"
"You-"
Kaiso finally flashes that full, toothy smile of his as he leans back a bit, "Maybe we should show her, huh?"
"Y'know what, yeah, I think I like the sound of that." Choso agrees.
Fuck.
Moments later and you could be found in a position you'd only ever dreamed about before now.
There was no way you were gonna turn them down when they offered to show you how differently they fuck but, you didn't exactly expect your sweet Choso to be so... crude with you now that he's passing you back 'n forth between himself and his twin. Nor did you expect Kaiso to get ten times worse than he normally was with you!
“Oh c’monnnn now. I taught you how to take dick better than that, no?” The younger Kamo twin huffed out as he watched you struggle pathetically to sink down on to the base of his deliciously pierced cock.
Now, even though you'd done it time and time again, something about riding a man with the infamous Jacob's Ladder decorating his wiiidely stretching shaft while his twin brother stared you down was-
“S’too muuuch!” You'd cried out, attempting to lift your body away from Kaiso while Choso stood in front of you and moved his hand under your jaw to tip your head up.
“Such a whiny girl,” He cooed, tilting his head to catch how you instinctively began to grind yourself down despite your complaints, “You say things like that ‘n yet your hips are still movin’.”
“Well I can’t help it,” You huff rather brattily, feeling Choso slide a thump into your mouth as he caught the way your tongue stuck out with each inch and pair of silver jewelry you sunk down on, “I-It still feels good...”
Kaiso was slouched back as he enjoyed his having the first go at you, just brely holding himself back from fucking his cock up senselessly into you. Though it was really hard not to. One thing the Kamo brothers always struggled with was seeing you on top of them.
Even so, between your slow decent he's still managing a smug smile, “Yeahhh, I bet it does. Better than my brother, right?” Your pussy clenches soakingly around him and you gasp. To which he slips his bottom lip into his mouth to stop something rather whimperish from leaving him. Instead grunting, “Oh?”
“Guess that’s a no, huh, Kaiso?" Choso boasts from in front of you.
“Whatever,” Kaiso scoffs, eyes rolling as his hips buck up all punishingly. “She’s just got too much cock inside her to think straight right now.” He claims as he, quite literally, fucks all thoughts out your head.
Choso stares at you with kindhearted eyes before forcing your head to face him more, “S’that true? Are you fucked too stupid already?”
“M-Mhmm,” You mumble, one of your eyes beginning to shut as you feel yourself getting cockdrunk already. And to think they'd only just started.
“Liarr.” Choso taunts, thumbing your lips apart as you leave a drooly mess all over his hand. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To get passed back ‘n forth by us like this?"
Your head shakes. Partly because you couldn't think and also because you didn't exactly expect this to ever happen for you.
Something sopping and wet is making a sliiick mess inside Choso's boxers but he's trying his best to ignore it as he continues to tease you, “No?”
“Told ya’ she was fucked too stupid,” Kaiso answers before you can, “Look at her.” He forces you up and off his soaked dick to reveal just how much of a mess you’d already left on him. “She’s fuckin’ filthy for this shit. Here, take her.”
You’re shoved into the older twin all roughly in a way that has your greedy cunt squeezing around nothing.
“You’re right. Only a dummy would tell such an obvious lie like that.” Choso tuts. Then he pushes out a pout to mock the one you have, “All that time I spent being nice ‘n gentle with you… just for you to want me and my brother to slut this pussy out.”
“Choso, I—“
“Shhh, I wasn’t done talking, princess." He shuts you up quick with that and then forces you down on your knees, "God, you need to learn some manners too, huh?” As he says that, you watch him slowly work his pants down to let his cock spring out.
Another thing the Kamo twins had in common was the fearsome right favoring direction of their cocks. Kaiso had a curve and Choso had a lean. Either way, it never mattered which one was in front of you or inside you—you craved both all the same.
Choso gathers his dick into one of his hands while the other moves to the top of your head, "Well, don't jus' sit there 'n stare at at. Open up, sweetheart."
It's downright slutty the way your lips part and you lean forward, meeting the fat crown of his cock with the center of your tongue and then lazily letting it round the entirety of his tip.
The groan Choso lets out is heavy with his own arousal. Meanwhile Kaiso's still sat on the couch watching his brother slowly begin to fuck the inside of your mouth.
"Guess this is what we should've been studying all that time, huh?" The older Kamo twin asks rhetorically, "How well you take cock in that slutty throat of yours," Choso clarifies in a a way that makes you feel dirty. "Can't believe you had us both fooled."
It's not long before your throat is thoroughly fucked to the point of being bruised. Choso hadn't pulled himself out until he was sure your mouth had fully taken to the very shape of him and directly after that, you were roughly moved to be properly shared by the twins.
Kaiso was in front of you and Choso was behind you now—both looking at you as if you were the sexiest thing they'd ever set their eyes on.
Your entire body felt like it was on fire with how worked up you were, pussy slobbering on nothing with each second that passed. You whined softly as you watched the duo selfishly jerk themselves off to the sight of you positioned in between them like some whore.
Up until Kaiso finally squeezed his hand around his swollen tip and then let the rest of his cock come over to slap! across your cheek, earning your full attention for a moment.
“Stop bein’ lazy, spread that pussy open for him. C’mon now.” He directed meanly.
You do exactly that ever so slowly, reaching a hand back and letting your fingers move to sprawl your puffy pussylips apart for the man behind you.
Choso didn't waste a second in angling his tip up against your hole, soon smacking your hand out the way as if he didn't hear his twin give you instructions less than a moment ago.
When he finally starts to press into you, you think you let out a moan but you're not really sure with the way it's muffled around Kaiso's cock sliding into your mouth. You're easily sandwiched between the two men in a way that says you were always meant to be.
“So slooooppy in here,” Choso drawls out after only a few thrusts. “No matter how many times I play with you, you just keep gushing, and gushing, and gushing..” He points out, one hand tucked under you to work over your dripping clit.
Kaiso's got a look on his face that truly makes you feel more debauched than ever before as his cock ruts in and out of your mouth, piercings gliding against your tongue and dragging out across your mouth every now and then, "Her lips are all puffy ‘n swollen too, awhh.”
In a matter of moments, the two are thrusting in some sort of rhythmic fashion that has your body jerking back 'n forth and back 'n forth, leaving you unable to do anything but moan and cum around each cock that occupied your slutty holes.
Choso was occasionally pulling out just to spit on you—the splatter usually landing somewhere on your back—and Kaiso was sometimes missing your mouth and instead grinding up against your face with everything he had to offer. His cock had rubbed all over you to a point of no return.
There was no way either of them would let you go off and be with anyone else after this. No, no, from here on out they were going to make it clear that you belonged to them.
“S-Shiiiit,” With one last mean slap from his dick, Choso pulls out of you and lets your body fall forward a little while he jerks at his cock with quick tugs, shakily spelling out K-A-M-O across both cheeks of your ass with his cum. Panting as he stares down at the pretty sight.
Meanwhile Kaiso's just barely finishing up with your throat, blushing cockhead leaking a stickier ensemble of cum against your tongue. He forces your head off of his dick in just enough time to spell out an accompanying word to math the one written across your ass.
His hand roughly tugs your mouth apart and your tongue rolls out as you struggle to catch your breath between your slight coughs. Then, you see how focused Kaiso is as he spells out S-L-U-T against your tongue—seeming more focused than he'd ever been in his life.
It.. It was almost like the two had planned it out.
Especially with how they both pull out their phones and ask, “Can I take a picture?” in sync.
Do you remember what answer you gave them? Fuck no.
Does the prospect of knowing a picture like that probably exists in both of their phones scare the shit out of you later anytime you even think of making one of them jealous? Duh.
But regardless of what your answer was to them, the only other thing you vividly remember from that night of blissful punishment was the way the door had swung open just as the flashes from their phones went off.
“Yo,” A new voice suddenly chimes in—deeper, heavier, lazier with the syllables. Then entering the room comes yet another member of the Kamo family. You’d have smelled the thick aroma of weed oozing off of him if it wasn’t for the scent of sex crawling about the air. “Have you guys seen my-, oh.”
You and him make eye contact.
You’re a slutty mess of tears and disheveled hair while he’s peering at you with widened, jaded eyes.
It was their older brother. The drug dealer. Or, as many like to call him—the campus plug.
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